#mun tries to make art.

[itlollie]

Some oc art I redrew

REBLOGS APPRECIATED <33

Old art below cut

[donuts4evry1]

Fun fact:

The M. virulenta differs from other jellies in the Tamoyidae and Atlantidae families with the presence of "horns" on their pedalia ^-^

I find it quite cute, so I gave Katsuo some horns to wear :)

[not0a0mundane]

the art vs the inspo

for a first time I think it looks nice:)

[abelladxnna]

drew Kita and her siblings if they grew up during the Hisui era

[sins-of-the-sea]

“-=Dream beautifully, Guy. Dream of the beautiful wedding you’d have with San-Gwong, as though the Razing never happened. Dream of us by your side, supporting you. Dream of lotus flowers decorating the ship. Dream of Arcelia and Sing-Lung joining us and happily cheering you on. Dream of a love that stood against the test of time…=-”

[strebcr]

I can't sleep so here's a self indulgent character design to celebrate the blog being done 👍 as usual I'm giving them away for free to whoever wants them. They are first come first serve!

[hyaciiintho]

Send Au meme: Mermaid au for Riku

Send me an AU and I'll tell you what my muse would be like in that AU | ✿

🌸｡*ﾟ+. Excuse me as I casually slide in some older art of a one-off design thing I made for Mermay in 2021 ♡ featuring aspiringroleplays's boy on the right there. ANYWAYS, moving onto the AU! I am lazy and reuse the same lore for all my mer-AUs, specifically because I like what I have for them? But STORYWISE... let's see what we can come up with~

Merfolk have long since been prey to hunters, whether for personal purposes such as marriage or pleasure, or monetary purposes for display and show. There have been other reasons for hunting Merfolk, however, and it is perhaps the most cruel of them all: Their scales are sharper than any blade, and their tears solidify into jewels. This means that many a merperson has suffered through the torture of being forced to shed tears, as well as having their scales individually torn from their tails.

Through the age of pirating and seafaring, Merfolk have grown more and more scarce, believed to be hunted into extinction-- or so the humans thought.

No, the Merfolk only learned from their past mistakes. Many merely used their ability to shift and walk on land in order to blend into the population. Others had migrated away from human settlements, abandoning their usual domains in favor of seeking secluded islands, and in some cases, deeper waters.

Riku was one of such kind, his ancestors having sought refuge deeper beneath the waves, where the light could never reach. The brightest light the young flashlight mer has seen was the light glowing from his own person and family. That is, until he grew curious after seeing a deep diver near their home. Having been warned of getting closer to their kind, Riku was made to promise he would swim the other way the next time he saw them.

His desire to know the unknown was far too great, however, and once he spotted them again exploring the remains of a shipwreck, Riku gave pursuit after they made to leave.

He was caught.

His captors weren't ruthless, however. In discovering the true nature Merfolk, they struck him a deal: He would make them a fortune by merely existing for show, and in turn, they would teach him the ways of life on land. They had even granted him freedom to come and go to and from the sea, so long as he made it to his appointed hour to be showcased to millions upon millions of people.

The deal is good, so he feels.

Little did he know that with one step too far, or any change of plans on his captor's part, that his freedom would cut short with the mere snap of a finger, and Riku wasn't so clever as he thought. With how Merfolk couldn't speak above water, it wasn't as if he could speak for himself if... no, when the moment came...

[lastmurianwarrior]

((So like 4 years ago I kinda broke a personal-ish sideblog with like 9 followers called @erratic-flamingfist and it's crashed my web-browser and failed to load the editing options since.

My offense?... Adding too many interactive cats! They used to run around and I think chase the mouse or something. Forgot what I did exactly. But the theme editor won't open from anywhere.

1 kitty fine. 2 okay.. 3 or more? Blog’s code might turn into a dumpster fire… X,D rip sideblog.))

[mymanymerrymuses]

Hooo this hyperfixation is hitting hard, so, an attempt was made XD actually two attempts were made.

I've been trying to get back into practicing art AND I have a new comfort character so here he is! Ryan Macintosh. I definitely prefer his hair in the book artwork, being more wild, so I went with that for both, and it was SUPER fun to do.

[tenuuchlegch]

✏ hehe alisaie

Send ✏ for me to draw your muse!

She has come for sass and whoopa$$.

[gas-stxtion-a]

//drawing this killed my hand a little but it's okay. a little hand pain is worth it to draw fictional people being cute <3

@paleontaxi i already showed you this on discord but uhhh jarosa rights <3

[slytherinshua]

I NEED YOU

genre. fighting/violence. a lil angst. lots of fluff at the end. can be read as a continuation to nosebleeds. warnings. blood. somewhat graphic fight scenes(?). crying. spoilers for the uncanny counter s2 ep 3-4.pairing. so mun x counter!reader. wc. 2.5k. a/n. requested by anon!

Jeokbong was trying his best, you knew he was. But everyone was stressed and it would be really nice if he was able to get a grip on his ability. You couldn’t lie that you were getting annoyed. There were 2 evil spirits to deal with and the team had already split up. Jeokbong’s constant mixed signals were causing stress to the whole team. You sat in between Mun and Hana, watching as Jeokbong tried to sniff out the window to instruct where the evil spirit was.

“Hey, you punk. What’s the matter with you? You’re distracting me.” Motak complained, and Jeokbong quickly replied with a shake of his head.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s got to be something if you keep sticking your nose out the window.” You muttered under your breath, dismissing the warning look your boyfriend gave you.

“Jeokbong. You have something to say, right?” So Mun asked, in a more patient and nice tone compared to your comment.

“What?” Jeokbong seemed hesitant.

“It’s okay. Feel free to say it. It’s only natural for your new power to be unstable.” Mun reassured, and you wondered how your boyfriend managed to be so sweet all the time.

Jeokbong hesitated for a second longer before turning to face Mun, “To be honest, the smell seems worse towards the west.” He stuttered.

“West?” Motak echoed, “That’s towards Mount Dongin. Wasn’t that a level one?”

“Yes. The art museum had a level one. The reeds had a level three.” Hana clarified.

“Na Jeokbong, stop making us anxious.” Motak said seriously. 

“T-that’s why I didn’t want to say anything. But this smell keeps-” He stammered, sniffing aggressively. You exchanged looks with Mun, both of you becoming more concerned.

“This won’t do. Ms. Chu.” Mun started talking through his earpiece, “Ms. Chu? Ms. Chu!”

“Mun?” Your eyes were wide and you placed a hand on his shoulder.

He turned to you, “I can’t get in touch.” The tension in the car was rising. You and Motak were already stressed by Jeokbong, and Mun seemed to be getting anxious from not being able to reach Ms. Chu, now. Hana was always good at keeping calm, but you saw her clench her fist— she was feeling uneasy too.

“Na Jeokbong, get it straight!” Motak yelled.

“What?” 

“Which one’s the stronger one?”

“I-” Jeokbong almost seemed close to tears, feeling the pressure of a mission for the first time. “I think it’s the one at the museum. Wait. Is it the one in the reeds?” He stumbled over his words, sniffing and trying to differentiate the two. 

Motak gripped the steering wheel tighter, jaw clenched. You fisted pieces of fabric from your tracksuit pants into your palms, which only Mun seemed to notice. He placed his hand on top of yours in an attempt to ease your stress, fingers brushing over yours until they laced together.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know!” Jeokbong cried, “I really don’t know.”

“We have no choice.” Hana interrupted, “Jeokbong and I will go to the reeds.”

“I’ll go too.” You said suddenly, “It’s a level three. You can’t take that all by yourself and this is Jeokbong’s first mission.” 

“Y/n, are you sure?” Mun whispered, his grip on your hand getting noticeably tighter.

“We’ll be fine. Just go to the museum with Motak.” You exchanged nods with Hana and Motak stomped on the gas.

As soon as you arrived at the reeds, you and Hana were sprinting and Jeokbong struggled to keep up. You made it to a small clearing in the centre of the field, coming to an abrupt halt when you saw a man lying on the ground. His throat was slit. 

“The evil spirit is dead?” Hana asked hollowly. 

“That can’t be it.” There was no way you came all the way here just for the evil spirit to have killed itself.

“What? Hold on.” Jeokbong exclaimed, sniffing the air frantically. “The smell. The smell!” He sounded panicked.

“What about the smell?!” You shouted.

“It’s… It’s getting closer.” He stuttered.

“Which direction?” Hana demanded. 

Jeokbong turned around abruptly, “Over there! No, wait!”

“Jeokbong!” You urged, eyes darting around in circles, expecting the evil spirit to appear from any direction.

“Jeokbong, calm down.” Hana instructed.

“Hold on! It’s getting closer!” He yelped, stammering through his sentence, “Hold on! I think it’s coming from over there! It’s getting closer! Where is it?”

You didn’t even see the evil spirit coming before Hana fell to the ground. She got up as quickly as she fell, her face having been scratched by what looked like claws. 

“Where is it?” You pressured Jeokbong, preparing to freeze time once you knew the direction it was in.

“What?” Jeokbong stuttered in reply.

“Where is the evil spirit!?” You shouted at him. “I can get 30 seconds maybe but I need to know where it is!” 

“The smell keeps moving!” Jeokbong complained, eyes clamped shut.

“Where?!” 

“At 2 o’clock!” Jeokbong finally exclaimed, and you turned swiftly, catching the evil spirit right as she was about to claw at you, successfully kicking her to the ground. It gave you and Hana enough time to see the direction where the evil spirit ran and you both charged after it.

“I’ll freeze so you can land a hit!” You shouted, focusing your energy enough to prepare as soon as the evil spirit was in view again. 

“Hana? Y/n! Hana!” You could hear Jeokbong’s cries from a distance and in the corner of your eye you saw a flash of white hair. You cursed and started running in the direction of Jeokbong’s voice.

“Y/n!! Hana!!” 

You froze time, giving yourself some extra seconds to sprint back to Jeokbong and get there just before the evil spirit could reach him and attack. Manipulating time took almost all your concentration, especially if you wanted it to stay stalled. In order for you to land a punch to the evil spirit, you couldn’t keep time frozen. You had no choice but to unfreeze time as you landed one satisfying blow to her face, knocking her to the ground.

By this point, you were separated from the other two. It was just you and the evil spirit. You did your best to block every swing of her arm, the clawed knuckle gloves that she was wearing a scary addition to her punches. But, no matter how many times you stopped time, landing punches and kicks, the evil spirit was able to land more. 

You were able to keep fighting despite the dozens of hits she got on you, but after one hard punch to your stomach— her claws digging into the flesh of your stomach and ripping through— you fell to the ground, allowing enough time for the evil spirit to get away. You coughed up blood, clutching at your stomach where the wound was.

You stumbled, trying to get back up on your feet. The fight wasn’t over until the evil spirit was summoned, even if you died trying. As soon as you were standing again, you got knocked back to the ground with scratches to your legs and side. You groaned in pain. She was too fast, speeding through the reeds and landing blows before you could even register where she had come from. 

There was no way you would be able to beat her on your own and in your current state, so you decided on a different strategy. You focused all of your remaining energy on stopping time for you and the evil spirit, hoping that it would allow Hana enough extra time to find you.

It must’ve only taken a minute or two for Hana to find you, but it felt longer. You were strained trying to keep time frozen as you could feel the evil spirit resisting. You were exhausted and it was sucking more of your energy to keep time stable. As soon as you saw Hana in view, you collapsed, no longer trying to keep up your time manipulation. You vaguely heard their fight in the distance before you completely blacked out.

//

So Mun was more than panicked when he didn’t see you in Yung. He had an intense battle of his own, even taking a bullet to save Mr. Choi, but you were always his main concern. He needed to know if you were okay. At the soonest appropriate moment to do so while still in Yung, he took Hana aside.

“Where’s Y/n?” 

Hana sighed, running a hand through her hair, “She took the worst of it. She was already passed out by the time I really got a solid blow on the evil spirit.”

“What?” Mun’s voice was quiet as his breath was caught in his throat. You had passed out? 

“She must’ve tried to fight the evil spirit by herself. She stopped time in order for me to get there in time.” Hana explained the rest of it, sympathy in her eyes as she watched Mun’s face grow more worried and panicked.

“How was she when you came to Yung? Is she okay? Is she still hurt?” A flurry of questions escaped from Mun’s mouth.

“I wanted to wait until Ms. Chu could have a look at her. I didn’t think Ms. Chu would already be in Yung or I would have done a better job at patching her up before we left.”

“I have to go back. I’ll take care of her until Ms. Chu can get there.” He told Hana impatiently. As soon as she nodded, he transported back, opening his eyes with a start. 

He rushed to your room where he found you still passed out, lying on your bed. Tears welled in his eyes almost instantaneously. He knew you would be okay, you had to be okay. He didn’t know what he would do without you, and everytime you got hurt he was reminded of the risk of being a counter. If he lost you, he wasn’t sure what he might do. He always felt painfully mad and saddened seeing you in any sort of pain. 

So Mun had always felt very deeply, and his emotions for you were delicate. He was happy when you were happy, sad when you were sad, pained when he saw you in pain. Just seeing you lying there with blood stained clothes felt as if he had just been delivered a thousand blows. 

He carefully sat down on the edge of your bed, eyes tracing over your figure slowly. He reached for your hand and gently threaded his fingers with yours. He swallowed an uncomfortable lump in his throat when you couldn’t squeeze his hand like you always did. 

He loved holding your hand, loved how it fit so perfectly in his, loved how you could have a communication just by holding hands. He would squeeze your hand gently as if to say “I love you” and you would squeeze back, giving your own answer. 

So Mun didn’t mind the dried blood that coated your fingers or the wet tears that fell down his cheeks. He didn’t bother to wipe either of them. He didn’t want to leave your side. He knew you would wake up soon— you had to.

The rest of the team came back from Yung before you woke up. Ms. Chu joined Mun by your side and healed you with the help of his territory. But you still didn’t wake up.

“Shouldn’t she be awake by now? Is she really okay, Ms. Chu?” So Mun asked, never leaving your side and never letting go of your hand.

“She’ll wake up, So Mun. Give her time, she’s probably exhausted. As for injuries, there was nothing too serious. She’ll be perfectly fine when she wakes up.” Ms. Chu reassured, patting Mun on the back as she left the room.

“Hey,” So Mun’s voice was soft, “You really scared me, you know?” He smiled as best he could, watching your sleeping face. How did you manage to still look pretty with all those bruises and cuts? “I know you don’t like it when I get hurt… You know I feel the same way, right? I wish I never had to see you like this, but it’s pretty unavoidable, isn’t it?” He laughed a little, trying to make fun of the situation but he was struggling.

There was a long pause as Mun tried to find the right words, “I need you. I don’t think I can live without you anymore. No… I know I can’t live without you. You won’t leave me, right? I need you.

“It’s funny how people can miss someone who’s right in front of them, but I guess that’s how I feel right now. It’s only been a few hours but I miss you so much. I miss your hugs and your kisses. I miss your smile. I don’t think I’ve told you enough how pretty your smile is. But you probably already know, don’t you? Everything about you is pretty.”

He sighed. He had been talking to you for almost 2 hours and it was late now. He was starting to get tired, though he didn’t want to admit it. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to sleep until you woke up. He decided he would stop talking and at least close his eyes. You wouldn’t hear what he was saying anyway, and it only made him emotional saying all these things out loud. He had been mindlessly tracing his thumb in little circles on your hand while speaking, and he gave it another squeeze.

He felt you squeeze back. It was very soft, very faint, but it was there and it was you.

All the tiredness that he had felt for the past hour left his body and he opened his eyes again. You blinked at him once… twice… thrice. He almost felt like crying again but he held it in, instead leaning forward to cup your cheek.

“Hi.” You mumbled, not sure what else to say.

“Hi.” So Mun laughed, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Are you?”

He nodded, “Just took a bullet to my arm, nothing much…”

“Oh my god, please tell me you’re joking.” You said, sitting up.

“Not really… But I’m really fine. Those evil spirits are no joke, huh?”

“She was so fast that we couldn’t even keep track of her in those reeds.” You groaned, “Next time I go up against her, I am fighting in a cleared area.”

So Mun smiled, “I’m glad you’re awake. I was starting to think you were going to sleep forever.”

“Who do you take me for? Sleeping beauty?” You both laughed.

“You could pass as sleeping beauty. Then I get to be your prince, right?” He asked, eyes shining with an excitement he couldn’t hide.

“You’re such a dork. Come here.” 

So Mun gladly cuddled close to you, more than happy to be back in your arms. He kissed your forehead, and then your cheek, and when you turned your face towards him, he kissed your lips. The two of you stayed like that for a long time, not talking unless in soft murmurs— though whatever discussion you were having always got interrupted by Mun sneaking in another kiss. You stayed in his arms until you both drifted off to sleep, which always came easily whenever you were close to him.

↳ k-drama taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @wolfmoonmusic,, @cha3w0n-hearts (abp & tuc only),, @tempobaekh (tuc only)

[defender-of-jouvente]

HEY!!!!

Apparently this is what we're doing now? Making blogs? Or something. And I don't wanna be left out! So here I am!!!

I'm Isabeau (he/him), ex-defender from Jouvente, currently traveling with the Saviors of Vaugarde. Nice to meet you!

(Could you call this an Isablog....? Hehehe.)

Act Directory

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{Rules/Info Below Cut}

hey! this blog is run by an anonymous user who shall, from here on out, be dubbed "mundie". it uses ze/they/he pronouns, and will occasionally use it/its pronouns for itself. it is a hobbyist roleplayer who tends to go overboard with things, and also has a degree in the arts i guess.

mun is an adult- indeterminate amount of years rp experience yadda yadda yadda. lets get to the meat of things.

this is an isabeau rp blog! while it's still in the early stages, it will have full game spoilers- not to mention the mun will talk ooc with the general regard that it's followers have, in fact, completed the game. please tread with caution if you haven't finished it yet!

(also technically an au)

majority of assets (as well as the game itself) used on this blog are directly from isat and thus made by insertdisc5 unless otherwise stated. things like sprites and portraits may be edited as i see fit.

instances of textboxes are put together in the ISAT Dialogue Maker.

blog tries to remain as accessible as possible, and all images will include ids in alt text (unless I forget). distorted and colored text will have a translation located in the tags. let me know what i can do to make this blog more accessible for you!

Anon: Off. Learn to respect my friends’ time and energy or die by my sword.

Magic!Anon: Currently not allowed, several stashed in inbox.

Interactions: Allowed and welcome! I may not get to every one, for a rainbow variety of reasons I won't get into. I will simply do my best! (Note: You don't have to be in the "group" listed below to interact! Come n hang!)

Plot: Currently in Act 1

Main Group: @a-traveling-star (King), @housemaiden-of-change (Noah), @studies-of-nothing (Nin), @snacksleader (Bonnie), and @loopadoop - check them out to get more context on the main story!

Rules:

No sexual content. Try to keep it PG-13 in that regard. Everything else follows the general standards of the actual game-- things may get heavy, so please take care!

No harassment. I feel like this won't exactly discourage any potential attempts, but its good to set boundaries. If I deem your ask legitimately hurtful I'm just gonna delete/ignore it. This includes transphobia, racism, xenophobia, etc etc.

This blog, as well as it's companion blogs, moves at its own pace. This is largely improv with some minimal planning for structure- we don't have every little thing planned, and we are pretty unfamiliar with each other and still adjusting, so scheduling may be messy. Please don't rush us! This performance is just as much for us as it is for you.

Try to stay on topic! Goofs are welcome, but try not to derail during plot/story heavy moments. Asks may be held in "stasis" until they are relevant if they don't match up with the current goings on.

Spoilers and potentially triggering content will be tagged as such. If you have something you need tagged, shoot me an ask and I'll do my best to cover it.

Joke asks are fine as long as you behave. Me n Isabeau both have thick skin, but try not to push it. I'm not afraid to put my foot down if you make me uncomfortable.

You can talk to the mod/mun, but I may not always respond. If something is surrounded by {} <- these brackets, that's probably me speaking. Remember to address me if you want to actually, like, talk to me. (I often reserve ooc asks for mundays unless its pertinent, so keep this in mind!)

i see you there motherfucker. yeah you. i see you. what are you doing here. i TOLD you there are spoilers dude. hitting you with my broom hitting you with my broom hitting you with my broom h

[heythereneighbor]

Headcanon: Wally and The Development of his Art

Disclaimer: Mun was an art history student. There will be a little nerdiness.

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Wally is the resident artist of the Neighborhood. That is something everyone knows. This has been a literal "painter" role, in that he has painted rooms before (it takes him a while, but he gets the job done); but also a painter in the creative sense. If not painting at home, then he has his satchel with his go-to sketchbook and colouring pencils. Creativity is part of who he is. It's impossible not to recognise his distinct style: bright colours, bold lines, subject matter broken down into simpler forms. 'Childish', some might say, yet intentional.

Art is something that has been a special interest of Wally's for as long as he can remember. With his sight being his strongest sense, he cannot help but want to share to others the things he sees.

The beauty of art is that it is a personal way of sharing something that you saw, more profound than a photograph, for example. No one will see a sunset the same way you will, because another person will never be in the same spot, at that precise moment in history. The view will be different if you recreate your viewpoint the next day. The planet's rotation has turned a fraction, shifting the time of sunset marginally. Weather conditions will not be identical. What you see - and what that inspires you to create - is truly unique, from that perspective. Not only that, it shows how you see it. 

Long before the "start" of Welcome Home, he had a different style. It was far more detailed, and had more attention to shape and form. It was more akin to a 'realism' style, or as close as one could get in a stylised world. He had a knack for finding good spots to sketch from, or how to make the arrangement of still life pleasing to the eye. He could create scenes that had the eye naturally move from point to point, drawing you to the focal point.

It was beautiful, but it was complicated.

The problem with this style was that it was detailed. Wally would get so caught up in sketching a tree that he would erase a leaf over and over again if it wasn't in just the right place. He never grew frustrated at his work, but that didn't make him any less of a perfectionist. Over time, this desire to replicate exactly what he saw meant that he found the creation of it less satisfying, though the final pieces were no less beautiful.

Then, one day, he looked at his surroundings in his bedroom, and he had an idea.

Wally was surrounded by colour - bright, bold colour. It was something he loved, yet he never showed it off to the same extent in his work. What if he tried that?

That was the start of an "unlearning process". Wally began to shift his attention. The sight before him would be broken down to the simple colours and shapes. The message would still come through, no matter how simplified the shapes became. He left the eraser at home and began embracing mistakes. Any mistake meant that it was unique. It was something that he made, flaws and all, and wasn't that lovely?

For those who may know some art history, they may recognise that this is a story with a hint of a reference to the 'real world'. It is akin to what the artist P.ablo P.icasso went through, a man who would have been known worldwide by the 1960s. P.icasso was one of many painters who rejected the emphasis on the styles of the Masters of the R.enaissance period and instead began to experiment with more unorthodox designs, along with different mediums, throughout his lifetime.

Another decision Wally made was to reduce the use of black unless necessary. You may have noticed, for example, that when Wally draws his shoes, he chooses purple. That's intentional. Wally found that black was too strong compared to other colours, and drew attention away from them. In particular, he didn't like how strong black outlines "blocked" the other colours. This would put his style in contrast with cartoons that were produced at the time, including animations for Welcome Home itself.

This is where he began to use a darker shade for outlines (eg. orange outlines for something coloured yellow). The only times he actively chooses black is either when he draws faces, or when he is colouring Frank's hair and trousers - and both of these are accompanied with dark blue.

This is also a small nod to another art movement called Impressionism. This was a painting style that took great focus on portraying things as they were seen. When painting nature, they relied on both natural light and natural colours. Black, generally, was not considered 'natural'. Further to this, some Impressionist artists liked capturing people 'in the moment', doing actions such as dancing or talking to others instead of sitting and posing.

What this all resulted in was a modernist-adjacent style, where a drawing appears rushed, as though made to capture a moment before it is gone.

Of course, Wally wouldn't say this. He would simply say that he likes drawing this way because it makes him happy. It doesn't have to be perfect, nor does it have to be 'the best'. There may be others who can sketch 'better' than him, but he won't stop doing what he loves because of that.

And would you believe it? This simpler, bright style is something that is easier for children to copy! 

It is said that there is a place somewhere within Home that stores this older art, with a style so vastly different that one might think it belonged to a 'different' Wally. Rest assured, this is his work. Maybe he may be caught dabbling in this more intricate style one afternoon.

Perhaps those of you who view things from the perspective of the 'studio' may be trying to understand the logic for this. Simply put, consider the idea that an early approach for Wally's art was for him to be incredibly skilled and teach children about different famous paintings. However, it was ultimately decided that the lessons would be too stark in contrast with other topics, and the art skills were scaled back enough to allow Wally to be akin to a drawing instructor.

[beclaudine]

suuuuuuuurpriiiiiiiiiiiiiseeeeee!

it’s velvet (mun of yuwol, jay & touma), with my fourth AND FINAL muse. someone hold me to that fr, or i’ll die.

anyways! i’m here to introduce you to claudine rhee (rhee chanmi), a different type of muse. she’s an ex-stage play actress, with her family being a part of a theatre troupe back in europe. but she left when she realized her talents weren’t being appreciated and enrolled into k-arts years ago lmao. now, she’s still a k-arts graduate student!

here’s here profile and her background! i’d LOVE to start plotting with her, so please like this post if you want to plot with claudine and i! i’ll approach you through ims or discord if i have you on there already ❤️

under the cut i’ll list a few trivia or plot ideas!

trivia

she’s an overachiever who strives for perfection, but she’s friendly about it—as in, she isn’t bossy about it lmao

loves the stage, loves stageplays, loves musical theatre—she can sing and dance, but her talent does forever lie in acting

very immersive when it comes to her acting, and it bleeds into her hobbies like cosplay (which she absolutely LOVES, she’s very serious about it and would embody the characters she’s cosplaying down to the way they walk in-character too, things like that)

super determined, confident, but she tries not to come off as arrogant. puts a lot of work into effort into everything she does

tends to be rather obsessive in her interests and the things she does lmao

big sister coded, honestly

plot ideas

it’d be fun to have someone she can either take care of like a strict older sister

or someone that can get her to HAVE SOME FUN for once! tell her not to be so serious all the time!

she loves make-up, she’s really good at dramatic looks too because she’d do her own make-up back in her theatre group as well as her experience in cosplay, so someone willing to be the face she experiments on would be fun!

someone with a completely different approach and styles than her, that she can butt heads with lmao

also… someone interested in cosplaying pls she’d be so happy to have someone else into it—and hopefully she doesn’t scare them by how Serious she is about it lol

ex-actors she might’ve ran into, she did a few acting gigs in seoul as a child

are you a rockstar? her brother wants to be a rockstar. pls tell her what she needs to watch out for bc she’s worried her brother will get too into underground rock lifestyle on his own and get overwhelmed lmao

someone directionless that she can whip into shape (gently! i promise!!!)

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anything and everything!! ❤️

[sins-of-the-sea]

✍️ {the closeted bastard, Malik jfjfjdjs}

SEND ✍️ AND I’LL DRAW YOUR MUSE!

How about we take a stab of how he'd look when he's without a crown. Or a cardboard box. Or wrongful choice of consuming KitKats. Or his smartfridges and 5-" (sic) TVs and 50 foot monster c-