#tried to draw her on model this time :D

[jiiniix]

stdy

[livingdeadhorse]

idk what this is. i like robots. i’ll clean these up later. i think.

anyways while drawing these I started thinking abt like. idk does this count as an AU.

General shit:

I didn't make it clear, but the robots that have pupils were built without a hardcoded purpose. They've always been free to explore what they want to do. The robots with fully colored "scleras" were created with a purpose from the jump, so their creators didn't feel the need to make them appear more "human".

The more expensive a robot's parts are, the less clunky it is.

Right now, I'm going with "their human family built them" but that's liable to change.

The designs are also liable to change because uh. duh.

Celestia Ludenberg:

Viewed the robots with an imbued purpose as interesting and superior (something something humanity's advancement). She wants to be praised like that, so she emulates them

Her cat loves how much heat she radiates so it's always near her.

Most of her upgrades are cosmetic but if they aren't, they're stupid. She won't upgrade her CPU or her motherboard, but she'll load up with three 4090s that her other components can't even keep up with. Yes, she does it to flex.

She'll distract from bootleg, refurbished, or shoddily painted parts by turning on her RGB. It gets annoying.

She knows that she's fairly unsettling and she revels in it.

All things considered, her cable management is pretty good.

Her gambling skill is still just luck here, but she tells everyone it's because she has a never-seen-before GPU(& CPU) that does calculations at insane speeds.

Most don't believe her but have no way to disprove her lie.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

I can't decide if he was built by his father or his grandfather.

Either way, he was built before Toranosuke's downfall, so his internals were all pretty expensive for the time. Luckily for him, that means he was slightly future-proof and has a viable upgrade path.

Unluckily for him, this means he's stuck with really old parts and his 8gb of RAM can barely keep up in a 32gb world sadge

His chassis is built from secondhand or scrap parts. It's why his joints are so ancient in comparison to the rest of him and why he has so much cabling that he can't seem to manage.

Shit chassis = shit airflow = he is always overheating

BUDDY IS YOUR CPU BURNING HOW IS THERE SMOKE

Older tech = LOUD AF. The class bought him new fans to avoid the loud ass whirring. It's not quiet but he used to sound like a jet engine.

He runs on Debian. It was originally going to be Arch since it's lightweight but Debian's whole "old but stable" reputation fits him more. I don't see him properly dealing with bleeding edge software anyways.

His room is filled with past HDDs that no longer have storage. He deems all educational material important so he refuses to delete any lessons. He doesn't have the money for SSDs.

Mukuro Ikusaba:

Is usually in reconnaissance mode, meaning she has a shit ton of hidden cameras in her chassis

This used to benefit Fenrir. Now it benefits Junko.

She can have her parts shifted around with no issue to make room for a better arsenal.

She’s durable in her reconnaissance mode but she’s nigh on untouchable in her combat mode. Her chassis gets 10x bulkier and she can split her attention to several different tasks on the battlefield.

Fenrir Mercenary Group doubles as a weapons company. Mukuro is the only model of her kind though.

They tried to give her reconnaissance model the look of a “normal girl” so she could gather info more efficiently. They failed real bad. They also didn’t account for the fact that Mukuro isn’t good at socializing.

She allocates a CPU core to a process dedicated to Junko. 24/7 365

She believes herself to be less capable of emotion than she actually is. She can’t seem to find the system process that triggers such painful emotions.

Chihiro Fujisaki

Each “fold” in her skirt doubles as a screen. Think of the skirt as having two layers: the top shell and the under shell. The top shell is what doubles as a screen.

Optimized her hardware to work on code as fast as possible (fingers, skirt, etc).

She tends to test out new software on herself regardless of their compatibility with her pre-existing shit. She constantly has to reinstall her OS, but it’s all fun for her.

Speaking of her OS, I was going to make her run on Gentoo but IDK cause of the compile times. It’d be faster if she used distcc but I can’t see her screwing over her classmates like that lol.

So I’m between Nix and Arch.

Insecure about the fact that she overhauled her original model so extensively. Got made fun of for being a ‘defective’ robot. Her father supports her modifications but she still feels bad about having ‘failed’ somehow.

Cue identity issues

She helps out her classmates when it comes to repairs.

Tendency to stay up programming leads to high uptimes. If her friends notice her lagging or crashing, they’ll try to get her to shut down. (In a computer sense lol, not an emotional shut down)

Do y’all remember the xz utils backdoor? Yeah that’s how extensively she combs through code.

Sayaka Maizono

I can’t decide if she was built to be an idol or was originally some other type of robot.

Loves to make kids smile, so she has a sort of candy mechanism in her arm.

Everything about her glows or spins. You will never get bored looking at her.

Her skirt isn’t actually see through I just didn’t feel like erasing the hip joints lmao.

If corpos give her manager enough money, she has to perform with literal ads on her.

State-of-the art facial recognition software. It makes her fans feel special to have their names remembered.

She has a regular sleep cycle due to how load-intensive her everyday life is. Has to shut down for a couple hours every week at least.

Her psychic ability is just her running a million calculations based on people’s behavior and sensing which one is most plausible. This feature is in place to avoid PR disasters during interviews or public appearances.

There really aren’t enough worker’s rights regulations in place for robots.

The company gets alerts whenever she freaks tf out, so she feels even more stifled and repressed. Chihiro helped remove this.

Kyoko Kirigiri

Can’t decide if she was built by her father or grandfather. Probably just built by Jin and he “left” her in Fuhito’s care.

Fuhito made her go through several modifications, hardcoding his own investigative skills into her system.

Her grandfather loves her but has fucked up ideas about her own autonomy.

The events of DR:K still happen. She chose not to replace her hands.

Fuhito doesn’t make much use of a backdoor in her system anymore. He used it a lot more when she was a child but he sees her as a viable heir of the Kirigiri clan now. Chihiro isolated the backdoor to a separate SSD anyhow.

Still complicated father-daughter issues

Everything about her (but her OS) is proprietary, probably commissioned from Towa Industries. Her OS is a fork of Mint. The Windows 7 UI is just because I imagine her grandfather is One of Those lmao.

Has way too many scanners and sensors. She can’t test any evidence herself but she can gather a fair bit of information. Has a vast database for cross-comparison anyways.

Same issues as Togami and Mukuro: sees herself as less capable of emotion than she actually is.

The ramen noodle incident called for actual repairs.

Byakuya Togami

His superiority complex is far worse because he was literally CREATED to be the perfect Togami. You can’t tell him shiiiiiiit.

Gold joints. Scoffs at those with unoptimized cable management or software.

He’s constantly streamlining his own processes. Brings up that he runs on his own OS when Nobody Asked.

Had a similar backdoor to Kyoko’s but Koji did check that one. Obsessively. Nobody would tell Byakuya but He Just Knew. The lack of privacy irritated him. Aloysius helped fix it once Togami finally took over.

Only trusts Aloysius with his repairs. Has a hard time admitting when he needs repairs in the first place so Aloysius hides it under “monthly maintenance”.

Does everything from the terminal even when he 1) shouldn’t and 2) can’t. Bragging rights. He has written a bunch of his own scripts though to speed things up.

Kernel and OS provided to him by Koji. (UNIX-based. Proprietary) Byakuya maintains and builds his own updates. Doesn’t trust cheapskate peasants to do it for him.

Anti-FOSS. For him at least.

Has glasses for the aesthetics. Doesn’t need them.

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

A good grade.

Pairing: Perv Art Professor!Joel x afab!reader Words count: 4844 Rating: +18, MDNI Summary: You always thought you would have a future in the art world, until you met Mr. Miller, your professor who decided to make your life hell. What are you willing to do for a good grade? Tags: perv!Joel, soft!Joel, power imbalance, degradation, smut, blackmail, reader is described having female genitalia, no other description of her is given, unspecified age gap (in my mind 24/45 but you can imagine whatever, they’re both grown up anyway), unprotected p in v (reader is on the pill but you know, do better irl), oral (f receiving), mention of blowjob, edging, edging with a brush, creampie, pet names, slurs, Joel has a dirty mouth, a lot of swearing, some reader's thoughts marked in italics.

Disclaimers: English is not my first language, very poorly proofread, no beta, it's all my fault and I'm very sorry! I like art but I'm not an expert, I've never taken lessons (well, in high school I did but it was art history and it was only theoretical) and I don't really know how they work, I made it all up so if it doesn't adhere to reality please excuse me. I hope you like it anyway, the other morning I woke up with the idea of ​​Joel painting me as one of his French girls (heheheheh) and I started writing this thing 💀

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You’ve always loved art, since high school it’s always been your favorite subject and drawing and painting your outlet, your way of expressing yourself. Your teachers have always praised you, considering your works not only perfectly executed but significant, mature, full of pathos. Everyone has always told you that you had an eye for recognizing artistic value, you’ve always been the best in your class and you’ve worked hard to get here.

You graduated with excellent grades and were accepted into a prestigious master's program. You would like to become a professional artist or at least an art critic.

You had a bright future ahead of you, until you met Professor Joel Miller.

He has done nothing but criticize you, your skills and your work from the very first day. 

And he always does it deliberately, in front of everyone else. No matter how hard you try, you never get more than F for every work you submit. The disdain with which he treats you makes you feel like a failure and your breath die in your throat every time he lays eyes on you and says the most hateful words you’ve ever heard about yourself. Today it happened again. You spent sleepless nights working on this portrait, begging the model called by Professor Miller to see you after class hours. You even offered to pay her and she was kind, she didn’t ask for an outrageous amount despite the fact that she could have taken much more lucrative jobs instead of posing for you. You’re just a master’s student trying to support herself by working nights in a bar. 

“What is this?” he thundered looking at your painting “You are only getting worse, miss, I have never seen anything like this. It is indecent that a person like you tries to make art, it should be prohibited by law. Look at this, wrong proportions, no harmony, no attention to detail, nothing. This does not even look like the same person I had pose for hours in front of you. You should be ashamed to present a work like this after 6 months of course” 

You won't be able to finish your master's degree unless you get a passing grade in Professor Miller's course, but he doesn't seem at all inclined to give you even a measly D.

It’s a nightmare.

You'd be forced to start all over again, ask your parents for financial help, which is the last thing you want to do when they've already sacrificed so much to help you pay for college, or do the unthinkable and give up on all your dreams, the career you have cultivated with strength and passion throughout your life up until now.

You decide to make a last-ditch effort and try to talk to Mr Miller during his office hours.

You've always avoided it until now because you thought things would get better but it's the third F you get and you can't afford to go on like this. 

The idea of ​​being alone with him doesn't excite you at all, but you hate losing everything you've worked so hard for even more.

You take a deep breath before knocking on the door, terrified of what he might say to you.

Mr Miller is also an established artist and his work has been appreciated abroad so his disapproval could really preclude you from many opportunities. 

“Come in” even from behind closed door his voice sends shivers down your spine.

You walk in muttering “good afternoon” feeling like a complete idiot, you are already convinced that it was a mistake to come to him, nothing will change his mind. 

Joel is sitting behind his desk, frowning as he corrects tests. He looks up from the papers only when you are in front of him “Oh. it's you,” he says in his usual dismissive tone of voice “What do you want miss?” 

You clear your throat and murmur, “I...” his gaze is already back on the tests, he doesn't even look at your face as he fills the paper with red marks and writes a big circled F at the top, the assignment of some other hapless person like you who will find himself failing his class. Incredible anger mounts in your body, you clench your fists and say "excuse me" in a stern voice. 

It infuriates you, it's maddening how he can't even treat you as a human being for a second. 

"What do you want?" he asks annoyed looking back up at you "and be quick about it, you are wasting my time." 

“I'd like to know what I need to do to have you evaluate me favorably” you try to keep your tone as detached and respectful as possible even though you despise the man in front of you with every fiber of your body. 

“Nothing, you can't do anything, I thought you had figured it out by now, are you also stupid besides not having the slightest talent?”

“Actually...fuck, I don't think I am that bad. And I think you are judging me too harshly,” you spit out feeling tears stinging your eyes. You promised yourself to keep calm but the way he is treating you only makes you want to insult him.

“I advise you to moderate your tone if you don't want to be expelled as well as failed in my class.”

He has the upper hand, you can't do anything about it. A sense of frustration and helplessness crackles under your skin as you plead with him, “Please Mr Miller there must be something I can do to change things. Anything...I…I don't want to fail.” 

An evil grin paints on his face “how much do you care about it?” 

“It's the only thing I care about, please, art means everything to me” you look at him feeling your whole essence crumble in front of him, you are desperate and tired of struggling, you just want to find a way to work things out. You have very good grades in all the other courses, he is the only one stopping you from achieving what you want most in the world.

“Actually you could do something to make it better,” Joel suggests, and you cry, ”Please, I'll do anything.” 

“Anything?” he probes ”are you sure?” His smug, dangerous expression unnerves you, maybe you shouldn't have made yourself so vulnerable in front of him, but there's no turning back now. "Yes," you shriek.

He leans against the back of the chair while continuing to sneer under his mustache “Well, then I have an offer for you. I'm working on a series of paintings of women, you could pose for me.” 

“Me?” you ask confused, the last thing you expected was for him to ask you to paint you.  

“Why not, if nothing else you're pretty,” he admits, and it's the first nice thing about you that's ever come out of his mouth. 

You wonder what the scam is behind his proposal, it can't be that easy, he's probably going to ask you to pose with some repulsive animal or in a way that makes you look completely idiotic or he's just pretending that this is the solution but then he's going to blackmail you and make you regret setting foot in his office.

He writes something on a post-it note and hands it to you “Meet me at this address tomorrow night at 8” he orders you “don't be late” 

“I really...” you try to say. 

“What? Is there something more urgent you need to do besides securing good grades?” he raises an eyebrow scrutinizing your astonished face. 

“No it's just that...I'm supposed to be working at that time.” You mutter.

“Well get your shift changed, or ask someone to fill in for you, pretend to be sick, I don't care, just show up.” He barks at you. 

“Okay,” you agree. You can't say no, it's your last resort, either that or total defeat. 

You walk out of his office with the feeling that you have gotten into big trouble. 

_____________________________

You get confirmation of this the next day when you show up at the address written by Professor Joel. It's on a suburban street with little traffic, in front of you is what looks like an abandoned former factory. A blast of cold air makes you shiver as you ring an old intercom near the front door. You huddle in your coat, wondering where the hell you are. Maybe he gave you the wrong address just to make fun of you, you took two buses to get here, at the very least you'll soon find out your professor isn't even here. 

Surprisingly, he answers you instead, his thick voice ordering you to come up. You enter through the doorway into a dusty, bare lobby, only an old freight elevator in front of you. You push the button and the elevator car begins to descend with a sinister, metallic sound. "What the hell is this place?” you ask yourself "my god, I'm going to end up dead and thrown in a dumpster". You get on the elevator with your heart in your throat praying that there isn't a serial killer waiting for you on the other side. 

The doors suddenly open wide onto a large room with concrete columns. You step out and look around, there is a large table in the corner, chock full of artists' materials, tempera, canvases, oil paints, watercolors, all thrown in bulk. Various canvases are resting on pedestals scattered around the room, and others lie leaning against the wall. There is an old leather couch in the corner and a double mattress resting on wooden pallets on the other side. Several rugs are spread on the floor. It's all messy and chaotic, but it definitely has the look of an art studio. 

"Oh, you're here at last," Joel grunts, popping up from behind a pillar holding a dirty brush stained with red tempera. 

He is wearing a pair of frayed jeans and a white T-shirt stained in paint, he is disheveled and barefoot. 

He doesn't even look like your professor; he always wears suits and perfectly ironed shirts at university. 

Two large leaded windows divided into small squares open on the wall in front of you. 

It’s dark by now, so the entire room is softly lit by several lamps and candles scattered around. 

“Where should I stand to pose?” you don't intend to put in more than is necessary; spending time with this obnoxious man is the last thing you want to do today. 

“Sit on the couch,” Joel orders, pointing to the old leather ruin to your right, ”I'll prepare the necessities and we'll get started.” 

You sit, quietly, dreading what lies ahead. 

Joel picks up a blank canvas and places it on a stand, takes a graphite pencil from the table and orders you " Undress" 

You squint your eyes, squeaking “I'm sorry, what?”

“I'm making a series of artistic nudes, didn't I tell you?” he grins 

“No, you don’t” you retort. 

Fucking bastard. 

“Strip” he repeats firmly. 

“But I don't-”

“Look, you're already irritating me, either take off your fucking clothes or get out of here” 

You've seen people pose nude in your art classes before, even in Professor Joel's class, and all you've ever cared about was doing a good job, but now it's different. It's just you and him, in a place in the middle of nowhere, you weren't warned before, and more importantly, he makes you uncomfortable. 

His gaze has done nothing but judge you from the first moment it landed on you. You don't want to lose that last bit of dignity you still preserve and let him see you in your most intimate form. 

“So what have you decided?” Joel presses you. 

With extreme reluctance, you begin to take off your coat, laying it on the couch. What else can you do? By now you have fallen into a trap, either you do this or your grade at the end of the course will be F. 

F for failure.

“Damn asshole,” you think, ”I hope I never see you again in my life after your fucking course is over.” 

The resentment must be clear on your face because Joel mocks you “Oh come on, don't pout like that. There's nothing underneath that I haven't seen a hundred times before. It's just tits and a cunt” he concludes in a dismissive tone, crossing his arms over his chest impatiently.

He rolls his eyes when after some hesitation you slip off the T-shirt you are wearing, revealing a light pink lace bra. 

He curls his lips "cute," he whispers in a lascivious tone " take that off too." 

“But Mr Miller I...” you try to retort

“Go ahead and take it off,” your arms reach for your back, you undo the hooks of your bra and drop it to the floor. You cannot believe this is happening, you are bare-chested in front of your professor. 

"Very well..." he acquiesces, "you see, everything is easier when you cooperate." 

He strokes his beard as he glances at you remove your shoes and pulling down your jeans, the same smug, dangerous smile he had in his office returns to peep across his face.

“Good girl.” 

You feel a knot in your stomach. And you who thought that commitment and talent were enough to get results...poor naive girl. 

You should get out of here and go to the dean and report him for unethical conduct but you suddenly realize that he may be the first, but he won't be the last. 

"Lie down on the couch," Joel whispers to you, his gaze not leaving your body, hungry and demanding. 

You don't want to be here, yet you feel you can't do anything else at this point. 

"Raise your right arm above your head," Joel instructs, "and bend your legs slightly." 

“Like this. Don't move," Joel stands in front of the canvas and begins to trace marks on the surface. His hand moves quickly, his fingers run over the traced lines smudging them. 

You remain still as he ordered you, feeling goosebumps across your body and your nipples harden from the cold. 

You have to admit to yourself that it is fascinating to watch him work; his gaze is alert and sure, his hands move expertly and competently. He is certainly talented. 

Joel observes the work done so far, scratching his chin, adding a few touches here and there as his eyes scan the entire surface of the canvas.

Maybe he really just wants to paint you and you're making a big deal out of nothing, maybe this will end well after all. He moves the easel to one side of the sofa you assume to look at you from another angle until he growls “Spread your legs for me, darling” 

“But I don't-”

“I need more shadows on your  body”

“What?” you glance at him, this sounds like a lame excuse. 

“Spread your legs” he repeats ”come on” 

You do so, feeling his eyes everywhere on you, feeding on every uncovered inch of your skin. And for some reason you cannot explain, you feel your body react under his gaze. You peak at the outline of his cock straining under his jeans, a rush of adrenaline rushes through you, a flush of arousal between your legs. 

No, you can't. 

You cannot crave for him to look at you. He's your professor who lured you here under false pretenses. 

Yet you realize how incredibly handsome he is. So far you had only thought of him as your teacher and had never truly paused to observe him, especially since he always treated you like a dirtbag. 

“Perfect, now stay still like this,” he mutters.

He hums as you do “Such a good girl for me” in a mellifluous and manipulative tone.

You feel his voice penetrate deep into your bones and another thrill of arousal runs through you all, gliding under your skin and straight to your pussy. 

This is so fucked up but on the other hand you are thrilled by the idea of ​​ending up in one of his paintings.

He makes a couple of changes to the sketch and then walks over to you, sitting on the armrest of the couch. He watches you intently, as if he wants to study every tiny detail about you, you still have your panties on but you've never felt more naked than that.

“Hmm, someone is wet.” he observes, gazing at the wet spot on your underwear. “It’s all for me?”

“I…uh…no, absolutely not” You don't want to admit it even to yourself but the situation is turning you on, no matter how wrong it is. 

“Honey, I advise you never to play poker,” he sneers. You look at him puzzled, and he adds, “You're not good at bluffing at all.”

When he reaches out a hand to touch you, you almost tremble, it's as if your body is crying out to him “take me. use me.”

All you ever wanted from the beginning was his approval and now somehow he seems to recognize something in you. You just want to stop arguing, to stop fighting, to stop feeling like you are worth less than nothing, you just want to know that you still have a future that consists of not settling for a job that you don't love and doesn't allow you to feel fulfilled and let you get the results you know you deserve. 

And most of all, you want him to be on your side.

“You're such a pretty little thing, you know that?” his voice gruels as his fingers run from your ankle to your knee and then up to your inner thigh. You stiff, feeling your heart raging up under your ribcage and a fresh flush of arousal dampening your cunt.

How did you never realize how sexy this man is? Now that his gaze has softened you notice the deep brown of his eyes, with some hazel undertones, and how he lights up as he stares at you. 

God, you want him so bad right now. 

You are almost on the verge of grabbing his wrist and placing his big hand on your pussy already, but you decide to let him. 

His fingers move slowly over your skin; instead of touching you where you need it most, his hand stops at your hip, fiddling with the hem of your panties. 

"Can I?" he grunts. 

You nod silently and he demands “I need you to use your words, baby. Speak to me”

“Yes” you breath 

He grins as he places his other hand on your hip and begins to pull down your panties. You lift your pelvis to ease him, and he comments, "mmm, so eager. You’re such a slut, aren’t you?”

You feel your cheeks on fire as you cannot take your eyes off him, desperately in need of his hands, his lips, his tongue and his cock. You want it all, right now. So maybe he’s right, you’re a slut and you don’t even care. 

Joel calmly moves your panties down your legs and brings them to his nose, inhaling your scent. “Sweet. I bet you taste even better.”

He gets up from the couch, tucking your panties into his jeans pocket, and takes a clean brush from a container resting on the table. He sits back right next to you, and grins. 

He caresses the inside of your leg with the brush, the feeling of the bristles flowing over your skin is incredible, soft and intense at the same time, leisurely moving on your inner thigh, raising up closer and closer to your pussy, his eyes set in yours, mesmerized by you.

You are subjugated by him as he fondles you, going up your belly with his brush, deliberately ignoring your pussy, moving deftly over every curve of your body. It is as if he is painting you, as if he has made you his work of art.

The bristles rub over your rib cage, slowly, then your breasts, moving in concentric circles from your areola to your nipples. He passes the brush back and forth over your hard buds and a deep moan escapes from your throat. “Please, Mr Miller” you whine. 

“You can call me Joel, darling” he whispers “what do you need?” 

“I…fuck” You’re dripping wet, your voice is a wail and your body is itching to be touched. 

“Say it.” he orders you, ”I want to hear it.”

“I want - fuck - my pussy” you blather, you are not even able to form a complete sentence right now.

Joel laughs faintly, descending again on your abdomen, very slowly, until he reaches your mound. He rubs the bristles from right to left lingeringly, then lowering again, descending on your outer lips, first one side and then the other. And then again and again. 

When he finally brushes over your clit, you are so pent up and needy that you arch your back, emitting a throaty moan. 

“Oh God! Oh my God”

Joel lowers the brush to your clit, surrounding it with the bristles, pushing and making concentric circles. He stops when he feels you on the edge. 

And then he does it all again, circling and pressing, jerking your bundle of nerves with the brush. And then a third time. 

You’re a crying mess at this point, mind completely numb and your body covered in sweat.

He spreads your folds with his thumbs and sighs, “Look at this pussy, all nice and wet for me, I can’t wait to dip into your sweet honey, babe”

He throws the brush on the floor, it falls with a dull thud bouncing on the carpet. 

“So fucking perfect” 

You squeeze your eyes whining “please" a riot of emotions assail you, your body is so on the edge you could explode just by the way he looks at you, moistening his lips with his tongue.

He puts his arms around your neck, “cling to me,” he whispers. You do as he says, instinctively encircling his waist with your legs, clinging to his body with all your strength as he carries you to the bed and lays you gently on top.

He undresses, staying in his boxers in front of you. 

You can't take your eyes off him, gazing at his wide shoulders, his broad chest, his soft belly with a thin strip of hair running down into his boxers. 

He kneels on the bed, facing you, gently spreading your legs and moving between them. 

He lowers himself on you, placing a kiss on your clit, making you whimper another pathetic "please." 

He sticks his tongue out and runs it flat across your folds, up and down, one hand firmly clinging to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin. 

"I was right, you taste amazing," he murmurs against your skin. 

You are no longer thinking about anything right now, not about your master's degree, evaluations or the fact that he is your teacher. 

You feel his nose hitting on your clit as he eagerly licks your folds, opening them with two fingers to sink his tongue in. 

You bite your lower lip, stifling your moans, burying a hand in his dark curls, pulling him toward you “oh fuck, yes”.

His tongue encircles your hard clit, swirling around, his lips lace over it sucking greedily.

“You don’t need to hold back, you can be as loud as you want in here, no one will hear us. Let me hear you, baby. I wanna know how you sound when you come” 

He doesn't stop sucking and licking until you feel your orgasm mount inside you like a flooding river, invading your body, curving your toes, clenching your fists on the sheet beneath you and rolling your hips on his face, wetting his lips, his chin, dripping onto your inner thigh. 

“Yeah, baby, come apart on my tongue, just like that”

He licks you clean until you calm down, devouring your juices to the last drop and then looks up at you “you have no idea how beautiful you are, starving for my cock” he groans “god, I must have you right now, I must make you mine, you hungry little whore”

You wait for nothing else, it seems your thirst has no way to quench today.

“Please, Joel,”

He pulls off his boxers, throwing them on the floor, his cock springs free and is incredibly hard, you can't stop looking at it. He's big, so big you don't even know how he's going to fit all the way inside you but you don’t care. “Fill me up, Joel, please”

“Yeah? You want this big cock inside you? Want me to fill you up so good baby?” He grumbles.

“Please, Joel, it’s all I need” you whine. 

He lies on top of you, tapping your lips a few times with the tip, running it along your folds and wetting it with your juices, aligning himself with your opening, “I'll give you what you want, then.”

He nudges at your hole a moment before he enters you, just the tip, pressing gently to let you get used to his intrusion. 

You moan feverishly, clinging to his back, bucking your hips toward him “more, please, more” you plea. 

As he plunges inside you, he stares at your face, as if he doesn’t want to miss a single second of your reactions, when he’s ball deep into you you let out an incoherent whine so graveling it doesn’t even sounds like your voice. 

He begins to pump into you as you circle his waist with your legs again, pushing to feel him deeper, your hands roaming in his graying hair. 

“Here you go, taking me so well princess, you’re so good to me” 

When his lips settle on yours you realize that you had not yet kissed until this moment. His lips are soft, demanding, his tongue penetrates your mouth licking eagerly, and you are more than happy to respond, savoring his taste of mint and cigarettes. 

One of his hands kneads your breast, his fingers close on one of your nipples as his cock doesn't stop sinking inside you.

You moan into his mouth feeling like you are on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall into the sinful pit of hell. 

“Where do you want me?” he whispers in your ear, and your voice comes out broken from the back of your throat  ”Inside. please. I'm - fuck - I'm on the pill.” 

You feel him spilling his load inside you a moment later, painting your inner wall with his hot sticky cum. 

You feel delirious and exhausted, guilty for what you just did. Your moral code has just been shattered under the hot weight of his body.

He kisses you again, lingering on your bottom lip. “You’re so much better than I thought,” he chuckles. 

He moves away from you and stands up naked to return to the sketch. He traces a few lines and makes some adjustments as you stare at him in amazement.

��Can you show me?” you ask. “Yes, come here,” he replies. You get up and stand next to him to observe the canvas. Your body is sketched on it and it looks perfect, you have never seen yourself so beautiful.

“You can go if you want, I’m done for today” 

“I- I don’t want to”

“Do you want more?” he sneers “god, you really are a slut.” he comments as he gets closer to you. 

He fucks you two more times, the first time he makes you get on all fours, licking your pussy from behind and then sinking into you while he holds you by the hips, his cock slamming against your cervix and his balls against your ass. Then you’re too eager to have him in your mouth, to taste your flavor mixed with his, so you offer to give him a blowjob and he fucks your mouth before digging back into your pussy again.

He drives you back to campus. “I may be an asshole, but I won’t let you walk around alone at night,” he says. 

You get out of his car feeling like you’re in a bubble, like everything that happened was just a surreal dream you can’t wake up from. You collapse into your bed after throwing your clothes haphazardly on the floor. When you wake up the next morning you feel like shit. 

You don't know how boldly you will look your classmates in the eye, but you can't skip class, and the thought of seeing Joel again thrills you, no matter how wrong it is. 

When Joel enters the classroom, he ignores you, probably so as not to arouse suspicion; it would be too strange for him to treat you with regard after denigrating you for months.

He begins returning graded tests proceedings slowly as usual, moving between desks and laying down the papers without making any comment. The test that rests on your desk has a circled A at the top.

Tag list: @aurorawritestoescape @baronessvonglitter @lemon-nomel @almostempty @thundermartini @harriedandharassed @pedrostories

[feinyan]

may i request dating headcanons but for the nightcord girlies? thank you if you do! your writing is really nice to read :D

DATING HEADCANONS featuring. kanade yoisaki, mafuyu asahina, ena shinonome and mizuki akiyama.

# kanade yoisaki

dumb pathetic cat. you constantly need to check up on her, making sure that shes taking care of herself or reminding her to eat. she keeps little notes around from you to remind herself to do basic chores.

also, you def do her hair sometimes !! taking care of and washing her long, beautiful hair for her. braiding it, putting it up in pigtails. its so long you could do practically anything with it. kanade doesn’t mind, in fact, she enjoys her hair being played with a lot. it reminds her of when she were a child, making her feel warm.

creates songs for you. ethereal, gorgeous melodies which fill you with a warm blissful feeling. something that could make you happy with just a single listen. composing for you calms her, the memory and thought of you and your happiness brings her joy of her own. something she doesn’t want to lose.

not necessarily used to giving affection, yet tries her best. offers you her hand to hold, and enjoys kissing your cheek. its warm, her nervous, awkward yet sweet affection.

cuddles with kanade are warm and loving. burying her head into the crook of your neck as if she were a cat, hands laid against her chest, hair sprawled against the palms of your hands which were wrapped around her waist. just sweet, quiet cuddling. no words need to be said for you two to know you love each other.

# mafuyu asahina

such a conflicting touch. warm, yet cold. her touch is so trusting, a warm sensation within her fingers, yet you can still feel the distance behind her touch. shes blunt with her words, blunt with her touch. she isn’t exactly sure what she wants, and so you help her. help her explore what makes her happy, help her explore what takes away from that deep emptiness which resides within her.

sososo many study dates .. escaping to the library together in an attempt to get away from her mom, who would never let her have a partner. spending time together through connected silence, headphones shared with one another.

sharing songs to each other that you enjoy! mafuyu expresses a lot of emotion through song. she writes lyrics to express how she feels, and similar to kanade, writes about the way she feels with you.

clingy. in the way that she always wants to be near you, wanting to hold hands with you. following you around, acting like a lost puppy when it comes to you.

kisses you. so much. because she likes the way it makes her feel. a fuzzy, odd feeling that shes not used to. squeezes your face, and fiddles with your fingers or clothing while kissing you.

so fucking dense. does not get jealous. rarely feels any strong emotion. if you want her to understand something, you have to be patient with her and communicate that. overall, she puts in the effort to try and tell you how she feels or act accordingly.

# ena shinonome

makes you model for her drawings !! draws you in such a gorgeous light, the way she views you. with perfection, with accuracy. everything she loves about you. sometimes, she’ll catch herself doodling you on papers or her tablet accidentally. at this point she can draw you precisely without a reference.

you two bicker a lot, ‘n its really amusing to tease her. its not serious arguing, but seeing her face light up in embarrassment as she tries to argue against you makes you feel warm.

needy af. shes embarrassed by it, but she yearns for your touch. constantly wanting to be sat touching legs with you, holding fingers within your own. you’ll catch her glancing at you occasionally, seeming like her mind is always on you, no matter whats happening around you two.

lets you watch her draw. laying in her lap whilst she doodles away or hums to music. quiet time together is something she enjoys a lot.

goes out with you to cafes she wants to try! sometimes the rest of nightcord will accompany you all, and its really fun! going to grab meals, going shopping.

# mizuki akiyama

shopping dates :] sososo many. she loves to dress you up as if you were her own little doll. cute clothes she enjoys wearing, things that are your style, bows, frilly shit, anything!

soooo sweet with you, its sickening. giggling whilst kissing your face, scattering bold lipstick kiss marks around your face. she always wraps her pinky around yours while you two walk together. doing your nails together, taking long naps whilst holding each other. loving gestures which allow you two to just be yourselves, together!

loves to tease. flirts with you out of no where, gets all touchy and giggly around you. she loves watching your face grow all flustered, nervously mumbling in her direction.

trusts you with everything. all of her vulnerable moments, her secrets, everything. to her, you’re what it means to trust. you’re someone she can go to when she’s scared, when she’s worried. she values you more than anything, and whilst it took her time to admit her feelings to you and get to the point in the relationship that you’re currently at, she’s so pleased with you. though she may feel ashamed to just be herself at times, she’d never be embarrassed to be with you. to mean something to you, to be with you, meant the world to her.

matching clothes. matching bracelets, matching everything. if she has a pair of something, you’ll def have a matching set of it.

@ feinyan

[sisibookthings]

Athena Designs!! :)

Well my brain wouldn't leave me alone about this until i drew it so here's my Athena designs from her birth to Rome!

Inspired by this post by @literallyjusttoa! Go check it out, it's amazing and a lot better than mine because they definitely did more research 🤣 my timeline is just kinda headcanony and i don't know the exact times so sorry about that (also i hope it's ok that i took inspiration from your Apollo drawings!)

Birth

Athena is born and Zeus sends her to go live with Triton and his daughters at Lake Tritonis.

Childhood

Athena (in my head) takes a younger form in her childhood to be closer in age to her adoptive sister and best friend, Pallas. In my head she's pretty cheerful and sometimes seems like she doesn't know what she's doing but is actually really smart (she's the goddess of wisdom what did you expect) and will insult the hades out of anyone who says anything bad about Triton or her sisters

Teen Years

Athena starts training with a spear, learning from Triton and sparring with Pallas every day. The two of them like to goof off and sneak into places that they aren't supposed to go together :)

Return To Olympus

Athena is accepted back to Olympus after she accidentally kills Pallas in a sparring match (WHICH WAS ZEUS'S FAULT AND I HATE HIM SO MUCH) and some of her temples and statues are built.

Founding Of Athens

Athena and Poseidon compete to be the patron god of Athens (and Athena wins >:D), the Parthenon is built, and she meets Nyctimene (her owl.)

Trojan War

Athena is gifted the Aegis and the Trojan War happens. I imagine she'd also have this same design through the Odyssey.

Late Greece/Arachne

The contest with Arachne happens (in my head Athena and Arachne were friends and Zeus forced the weaving contest because having a mortal be better at weaving than Athena was bad for his reputation but anyways) and Athena notices tensions rising with Rome, but when she brings it up to Zeus he's like "I tHiNk YoU'rE oVeRrEaCtInG rOmE iSn'T a PrObLeM" (can you tell i hate him lol)

Fall Of Greece

Athena is one of the most heavily affected by Rome taking over Greece, as she loved Greece and its people, acting generally friendlier to them than most of the other gods. Though she is used to having to hide her emotions, and so doesn't seem too sad on the surface, the other gods can tell she's at least distracted most of the time.

Rome

Eventually, Athena accepts the fall of Greece, taking Rome as a new start, letting her emotions come through more, and wearing a blue toga. (she wore blue as a kid if you noticed :D) She tries to use her powers and status to help the mortals, and is seen as a role model for many of them.

[nemolfc]

𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬. ( 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 )

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥 𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 + 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩*𝐫𝐧.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐲𝐲𝐲𝐲

His lips trail sweet; sensual kisses across the curvature of her spine drawing out a soft sigh from her trembling lips, lust coursed through her veins , enveloping her like a warm blanket on an icy winter morning, his lips trailed back up to tug on her ear before whispering with a deep tone, " I've missed you so fucking much love "

If only she could believe him, it seemed as if lying was second nature when it came to him — one minute he'd shower her with unconditional love, the next she finds herself left there with merely images clouding her mind. " If you miss me that much you wouldn't have been busy flirting with that blonde intern working in the training center last week when I came to visit "

He chuckles at her remark, recounting what had transpired a week ago, in his defense — it wasn't anything serious yet she had to make such a big deal out of it, " Oh come on love, it wasn't serious "

" It wasn't serious " She reiterated incredulously, tilting her head to face him as he continued peppering kisses across her soft skin. " You introduced me as your girl and then no more than three hours later, you had your tongue down her throat "

He turns her over to lay on her back as he caged her between his arms, " I don't know what the problem is, we agreed that this wasn't serious "

She sits up with a hardened expression across her face, " We agreed that it wasn't serious but we didn't agree on you treating me like I was your girlfriend but then turn around and claim I'm just a friend whenever you see fit "

He was taken back by her reaction, " Where's all this coming from? " he asks, in pure surprise.

" It's been pent up for ages, I'm tired Trent, I'm tired of dancing in circles — you only tell me you want me when it's fitting for you, when the girl you're with isn't good enough and then I'm stuck with your constant lies for a future that isn't even happening, so I'm done pretending there is hope " She proceeds to leave the bed in search of her clothes whilst he sits there completely shocked by her outburst.

_

It had been three months since they'd last seen one another — he tried to shift his focus more on football while she made more effort to thrive as a content creator/model which hadn’t been facile yet it seemed to work as in no time, she’d been receiving more offers to set her foot into professional modeling which ultimately lead to being invited to the D&G show during the PFW.

The exact same show he just so happened to be invited in.

Cameras flashed as they posed in different directions — all the while she attempted to ignore his presence, he seemed too enthralled by her presence to even look away, so much so – that by the time the show finished; it was time for the after party, he couldn’t resist the thrill of approaching her.

" You look incredible! " He exclaimed the moment he stood next to her at the bar area.

" I know " She retorts with a playful tone.

He chuckles then takes a sip of his drink before stating, " You know I missed you these past few months "

She chuckled softly, " Always a charmer with those lies, they never failed to leave a bad taste in my mouth "

" I’m not lying love " He states with a soft smile.

" Trent I know you, lying is like second nature to you — " She said, taking small sips of her drink before adding with a soft tone. " And for some odd reason I keep falling for it because a part of me continues to live with the hope that you’ll acknowledge the bond that we have is true "

His heart shatters into a million pieces, he whispers hoarsely. " I’m .. " he swallowed the lump in his throat, " I’m sorry … "

" It doesn’t matter … " She murmurs, " We moved on "

A brief wave of silence passed between them before he stated with a soft tone, " I didn’t … "

Her head shot up to meet his tender gaze and for a moment, she wonders if there is a hint of truth behind him; yet, as soon as the match flickers inside of her mind, the darkness clouds above, diminishing any hope of them becoming anymore than a pair of lost souls that cannot seem to crawl past the muddy waters that is their unresolved issues.

" I want to believe it … I want to believe that you love me, but the fact is … you only ever think of me when the girls you’re with aren’t up to your standards so I’m sorry Trent but I can’t do it anymore, I can’t keep running in circles " She said.

He watched with a torn expression as she walked away from him — his heart shattering even further at the sight before him, she embraced someone else, she was here with another man, he should have known that nothing ever lasts forever.

He was the one that shattered her entirely.

He was the one who’d woven vague promises only to shatter them with the grip of his hand.

He was the one that gave her the world then swiftly took it away.

And he will be the one to live with the ache for all eternity, the ache of losing her forever.

[lamaery]

100 Portraits Training | Part 1 In autumn 2021 I started a series of practice portraits to get a better feel for different kinds of facial features. I wanted to get better at drawing people of colour of all kinds and variations and also at different variations of skin colours. My plan was to do a more fully rendered image from reference and then try to draw it a second time in a more simplified comic style to find the essences of what gave each face its own characteristics. The series didn't progress continuously (I hope to finally do 92 to 100 until the end of the year) and, as you will see, went very obviously through my reference folder for various Stormlight Archive characters :D This first page is still a vague starting point it features:

1) Brenda Myers-Powell from the documentary Dreamcatcher which follows her work of assisting sex-workers in Chicago

2) Iranian actress Shohreh Aghdashloo in the role of Chrisjen Avasarala in The Expanse

3) East Asian female presenting model from a fashion photography on Behance…

4) The incredibly fashionable Billy Porter

5) A young woman that was interviewed for German documentary series in an episode about Uzbekistan. Sadly I could not find out retrospectively which ethnic group she is part of, since I could not find the episode online.

6) Chinese-American actress Ming-Na Wen as Melinda Quiaolian May from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. 

7) Kavinthida, a young woman from Thailand that appears in the series of portraits at the airport by Mustafa Çankaya, a photographer from Istanbul  (link to the series , Kavathinda is number 8) Also on the side I tried to collect links and articles that discuss representation of PoC in media in a broader scope. I might share some of these in case other people find them interesting, too. If you have any good sources, please add them in the comments, reblog or tags :D Hmm, let's start with this wonderful and extensive article about understanding how to light and paint darker skintones ------------------ Part 2 – Kaladin Part 3 & 4 – Adolin and Renarin Part 5 – Dalinar Part 6 & 7 – Shallan and Jasnah Part 8 & 9 - various people and skin tones Part 10 – a little bit for The Lopen Part 11 & 12 - Wit and Navani Part 13 - ofmd und Dev Patel :) Part 14 - more ofmd and Patel

[flowerandblood]

Brother, Lover, Son Inside Alphabet

[ canon • Aemond x Baratheon • female ]

Inside Alphabet for Aemond and Lady Baratheon from my mini series Brother, Lover, Son which belongs to The Impossible Choice Universe, made for my one year celebration.

A = Anger (do they get mad and how they react to it)

She sometimes gets annoyed, even more so when Aemond and Royce tease her, she then reacts by taking offence at them for a while. When someone raises their voice at her, she is quick to show them that no one will speak to her that way. She resents aggressive behaviour and tries not to show such herself.

He gets furious very easily, for various reasons. He then usually leaves and stays alone until he calms down. He doesn't like to discuss it and when he does come back he doesn't want to return to the subject that has aroused his frustration.

B = Behavior (tics, reflexes, things specific to them)

She involuntarily arches her eyebrows when she is worried about something and presses her lips together, gestures a lot with her hands and is energetic when speaking about something.

He hums or grunts under his breath and usually stands with his hands placed behind his back or in front of him. When he is frustrated he clamps his lips together and looks away.

C = Crying (whether they cry & do what when someone else cries)

She happens to cry out of sadness and joy, she is not ashamed of this and recognises that this is proof that she cares about someone or something. When someone else is crying she always tries to find a solution to their problem together with them and bring them something to eat that this person likes most.

He has cried maybe five times in his life and mostly when he was a small child. When someone else cries he is confused and embarrassed. When she cries, he doesn't know how to act and just looks at her, trying to comfort her with his very presence.

D = Despair (who they seek help from first)

She always runs with her sorrows to Royce because he is her best friend.

He tries to solve everything by himself and doesn't confide in anyone. He goes to Royce only when things are very, very bad.

E = Enemy (who they hate or argue with most often)

She tries to be polite and kind to everyone, so she is unlikely to have any enemies.

Floris. He flees to the other end of the stronghold when he sees her approaching on the horizon.

F = Friends (do they have and who they consider friends)

She is closest to Royce, but apart from that she likes several children of other lords with whom she has a friendly relationship. She considers Aemond to be her friend too, but he does not share this opinion.

For Aemond: Royce.

G = Gifts (whether they like gifts and give them themselves)

She loves receiving and making presents, but is always afraid they will be unsuitable. She enjoys making them herself and then cries when something doesn't turn out and she finds she has little time.

He likes getting presents, although he doesn't admit it. He hates giving gifts to others because he doesn't want to make the effort to think about what he could give them. He also rarely thinks that anyone deserves a gift from him at all.

H = Hobby (what they do for pleasure in their free time)

For her: archery, reading books, drawing and spending time with Royce and Aemond.

For him: practising sword fighting, reading, flying on Vhagar. Spending time with her and Royce, although he would never say it out loud, also relaxes him after a hard day.

I = Idol (their role model)

Borros.

J = Jokes (how they react to jokes and if they laugh)

She laughs so much that she sometimes has to restrain herself and cover her face. She happens to cry from laughter and kneel on the ground, unable to catch her breath, which makes Royce burst out laughing too, and Aemond can't look at them and tells them that he will come back to them when they calm down.

He does not laugh joyfully, at most mockingly and usually when he wants to annoy the other person.

K = Kids (do they want to have them)

They both want a broad, wealthy family with lots of children.

L = Love (anything to do with falling in love)

At first she thought she loved Aemond like a brother. When she realised that this was not entirely true, she was both terrified and excited. Every time she saw him in the courtyard in the morning she felt a pleasant tingling and warmth in her lower abdomen. She knew this was it.

He denied it for so long until he kissed her. Then he was just terrified that he couldn't control it. Then he gave in.

M = Manners (how they behave in formal situations)

She tries to behave as befits a young lady so as not to upset her sisters, but even so, she usually ends up having to press her lips together to keep herself and Royce from bursting out laughing. Her sisters think she speaks too much and asks too many questions, which Aemond confirms.

He is very collected and follows the rules of good behaviour strictly.

N = Nightmare (their worst nightmare)

She would die of despair if anything happened to anyone of her family, especially her father, Royce or Aemond.

For him: Losing Vhagar.

O = Origin (their childhood)

They both find their childhood spent together happy and peaceful.

P = Proximity (what they are like when they are intimate)

She is terrified of how little she knows about the subject, afraid that she will behave inappropriately and make Aemond frustrated and disappointed with her.

He is afraid that she will think of him as a mere deviant and that he only cares about her body. He tries at all costs to give her a sense of security and as much tenderness as he can.

Q = Quiz (whether they like to play and how)

She loves to play, especially card games.

He is usually forced to participate in it, even if only with his body.

R = Routine (do they have a daily routine and what is it)

They both have a similar routine. They rise early, have breakfast, train in the courtyard, attend their classes and chores, spend their free time with each other, sat down to supper together, took a bath, and go to bed.

S = Safety (whether and where they feel safe)

She feels safest in her bed.

He has no place where he feels completely safe. He likes to stay in his chamber or in the library the most.

T = Touch (who they allow to touch and how)

She will allow herself to be embraced, to have her hand or arm touched by almost anyone who is cultured and kind, if she sees that this person has no ambiguous intentions towards her.

He tolerates when Royce or Borros pats him on the back or on the shoulder. He gets annoyed when she jumps on his back suddenly, scaring him and putting him off balance. He tries to tell himself that he doesn't feel like touching her at all while watching Royce and her embracing each other.

U = Unforgivable (things they would not forgive)

Betrayal.

V = Vengeance (whether they are vengeful and how)

She is not good at taking revenge and her anger passes quickly.

He is very vindictive and when someone annoys him a lot, he will remind them of it for a very long time. It is difficult to regain his favour, often it is impossible.

W = Warderobe (what they wear, what style they have)

She wears a leather training attire every day, consisting of a white chemise, a black corset and black trousers, then puts on her gowns. She wears her gowns sewn as her mother wore them, with the waist under the breasts, draped only by a white shirt underneath, the material of which sticks out from under the slit sleeves of the top dress.

He usually wears a leather simple garment consisting of a tunic and breeches. For more lavish occasions, he wears his emerald robes with gold embroidery in the shape of dragon heads on the sleeves.

Y = Yearning (whether they yearn and how they express it)

She misses Aemond terribly when he flies off to King's Landing for long weeks and she looks out of the window every morning hoping to see him training in the courtyard.

When he is in Storm's End, he misses his family. When he is in King's Landing, though he tries not to think about it, he misses Borros, Royce and her.

Z = Zone (their comfort zone)

There are few things that can make her feel uncomfortable. She doesn't like it when someone forces her to do something, or mocks what she says considering the fact that she is a woman is reason enough.

Many things make him uncomfortable, especially when someone doesn't recognize that he wants to be left alone. Too much attention fixed on his person overwhelms him, even more so when someone pesters him with a conversation he doesn't feel like having.

[cyandreamz]

✭ Apollo Justice✭

Today I decided that I will do more full page drawings of AA characters. Unfortunately I don't think I drew a very good Apollo, but in my defence AA is the frist franchise I've hyperfixated over were I've not only cared about the more than one or two male characters but also have had a few of my favourite characters be male! So I'm much more comfortable drawing female characters (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

Also I didn't change up his design aside from giving him the brown shoes he has in the AJ: trilogy promotional art instead of black shoes he has in older official art because I like it and it's actually my second fave lawyer suit design (favourite is Diego Armando's suit).

Anyways I've also decided I'll share my hc's for these characters for as long as I do this series :D, because I didn't share hc's for Athena on her post I'll share both Apollo and Athena hc's below, spoilers for AA4-6:

Both Apollo and Athena are trans and both socially transitioned as kids and grew up in trans supportive environments cuz in my mind the AA universe is queer friendly to balance out how dystopian their legal system is.

Apollo has no fashion sense aside from having a surprisingly good eye for men's formal/professional wear. So good in fact that Kristoph wouldn't of hired him if his suit looked bad (cuz he's that petty).

Apollo doesn't see Phoenix as a Dad but does simultaneously see him as a role model (though he'd never admit it) and hate him

he does however see Trucy as a little sister, even before learning she is actually his half sister

Apollo is gay and Athena is lesbian cuz one day I thought "hmmm image if the lawyers were trans and MLM and WLW solidarity?" and than it became a hc :P

I ship Apollo with Klavier and I like to think that Phoenix tries to give Apollo dating advice but Apollo ignores him because his advice is terrible! (Not on purpose, Phoenix is just really bad at relationships but it's works out for him cuz his partners are always just as bad, or somehow even worse at relationships than him)

however unlike Apollo I don't ship Athena with anyone, just don't feel like it lol

Athena met Phoenix in Europe at a park one of the many times Miles had him and Trucy come over to visit, by chance Trucy was doing magic tricks for random people in the park and Athena was one of these people. She was reading a book to study for the bar exam so Phoenix immediately talked to her about law after Trucy's trick.

Athena is fully multilingual (knowing most active European languages) and says non-english words by accident most of time (if she does it on purpose it's always to sound cooler in her opinion).

also I hc Athena as Austic cuz I can >:-)

Widget uses a Voicaloid sound bank, personally I like it imagine it's specifically Oliver because that's funny to me.

Widget also uses a custom OS that Aura Blackquill designed specifically for all the tech she built with Athena's mom.

[aspenmissing]

Hello my dear! I'm so so sorry, but I need to request another story idea, becaue I just saw something similar on TikTok :'D

Idk if you know the "Hyperpigmentation-Meme" in which a little girl drew a picture of her mother and the outcome was....well...breathtaking. The mother tried to stay as calm and supportive as possible, but here and there she failed xD (I'll insert the drawing at the end of the request)

So I thought....how about Reader, beeing really artsy and maybe owning her own gallery in Piltover. Jayce, as supportive as he is, loves every single painting she made. On their day off they make a little "art date" sort of thing and Jayce creates something similar. Reader completely lost it and poor Jayce be there like :'((

(Maybe it'll become a meme between Reader and Viktor, after showing him this "glorious piece of art")

I know, that canonical Jayce can draw pretty good, but I just love the idea xDD

ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴀʀᴛ ɪꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ꜰᴇᴀᴛ. ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ) || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ || 3125 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ʙᴀᴋᴀɪ! ꜱᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ, ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʟʟ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏʜ ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴅ, ɪ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ɪ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ɪ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ. ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ꜰʀɪᴅɢᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ! ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇꜱ! <3 <3

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

It was a bright, peaceful morning in Piltover when Jayce and Y/N decided to take the day off. The bustling city outside had a certain charm, but today, it was just them, free to spend time however they wished. Y/N's art gallery had been a great success—her paintings filling the walls with vibrant colors, each one telling a story of a life lived, full of love and loss, triumph and hope. Jayce had been there, supporting her every step of the way, always in awe of her skill. He was proud of her, but more than anything, he was deeply in love with her.

"How about an art date?" Y/N suggested with a playful grin as they sat together in their cozy living room.

Jayce raised an eyebrow, the mischievous gleam in his eyes betraying his excitement. "An art date, huh? I like the sound of that. But you're not going to make me pose like one of your models, are you?"

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "No, no, nothing like that. I thought we could just have fun with it. You draw me, and I'll draw you. Let's see who does better."

Jayce grinned widely. "You're on. But I warn you, I'm quite the artist myself."

Y/N leaned in close, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Then I can't wait to see this."

=

They each grabbed a piece of paper and a set of colored pencils, setting up a little corner near the window with soft sunlight streaming in. Jayce sat down first, eager to begin.

Y/N positioned herself in a relaxed pose, giving him the chance to sketch her. She stretched out comfortably on the couch, her body angled just so. Jayce’s gaze softened as he focused on her features, the delicate curve of her cheekbones, the playful light in her eyes. But as he began sketching, his hand moved in a way that didn’t quite translate to what was in his mind.

Y/N, ever the calm one, sat still as a rock. She was determined to be supportive and encouraging. She watched him work, waiting patiently for Jayce to finish. But the longer she looked, the more she could see that his drawing… well, it wasn’t exactly what she had hoped for.

She tried her best to stay composed. "Mhm, I see what you’re doing there," Y/N said, her voice soft and steady, even though she could feel her lips twitching at the absurdity of the sketch. She wasn’t going to laugh—not yet.

Jayce, however, was entirely caught up in his own vision of the masterpiece. His pencil moved with enthusiasm, though it was clear he was struggling to keep the proportions correct. He looked at her, then back at the paper, biting his lip as he tried to capture her essence. In his mind, he thought he was creating something beautiful, something worthy of her.

Y/N watched quietly, her gaze soft as she observed the careful concentration on his face. She wanted to be encouraging, to support him in the process. So, she sat still, a calm presence as he worked, her eyes tracing the gentle lines of his face as she tried her best to stay serene. "I trust you, Jayce," she said softly. "It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just… have fun with it."

Jayce smiled in response, grateful for her kindness. But as the minutes passed and his sketch began to take shape—or rather, not take shape—the lines on the page veered further and further from what Y/N had hoped for. Her calmness was starting to waver, but she clung to her composure, willing herself to be supportive.

=

Finally, Jayce handed over his "masterpiece." Y/N hesitated for a moment before she took the piece of paper in her hands, trying her best to maintain her calm demeanor. The proportions were all wrong. Her face looked strangely warped, with exaggerated features, and her skin had become a bizarre shade of orange. Her hair, well, it looked more like a mess of tangled lines than anything close to the soft waves she had.

For a long, awkward moment, she just stared at the drawing, her face expressionless as she processed what she was seeing. Her mind raced through all the possible ways to react, but none of them seemed appropriate. She wanted to keep the supportive persona she had promised herself to uphold, but the longer she looked, the harder it became.

Finally, the corners of her mouth began to twitch. Her breathing hitched slightly, and no matter how hard she tried to keep it together, it was as if the tension finally broke. Y/N’s shoulders began to shake as the laughter bubbled up uncontrollably. She pressed her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle the inevitable outburst, but it was too late.

"Jayce…" she gasped between fits of laughter, her voice cracking. "What… what is this?!"

Jayce’s face turned bright red as he immediately saw the cause of her amusement. He cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to hold back the mounting embarrassment. "I… uh, I thought it looked pretty good! What’s wrong with it?"

Y/N bent over, clutching her stomach as her laughter grew louder. "Jayce, you—" She couldn’t finish the sentence. "You made me look like… like a bloated pumpkin!" She wiped at the tears forming in her eyes. "I look like something out of a funny house nightmare!"

Jayce groaned, the sting of her laughter piercing through him. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Okay, okay, I admit it. I’m not the best with portraits… I thought it looked better in my head!"

Y/N, now nearly doubled over, reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, still gasping for air. She wiped another tear away, trying her best to control herself, but it was hopeless. "I don’t know whether I should frame this as 'modern art' or donate it to a horror museum," she said, her voice still cracking as she continued to laugh uncontrollably.

Jayce chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, I gave it my best shot. You can’t blame me for trying."

Y/N finally managed to take a deep breath, wiping her eyes as she composed herself. "Alright, alright, I’ll give you credit for effort," she said, her voice still warm with affection, though her lips twitched with another suppressed laugh. "But this? This is going straight into my personal ‘what not to do in art’ collection."

Jayce leaned in, placing a kiss on her cheek, still red-faced but smiling through the embarrassment. "Okay, but now it’s your turn. I want to see your version of ‘me.’"

Y/N smiled, the last traces of laughter fading as she took a deep breath and set the paper down. She wiped her eyes one last time before picking up her pencils, focusing herself on the task at hand. She was determined to redeem the art date, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but smile every time her gaze flicked back to the disastrous portrait Jayce had created.

=

With steady hands, Y/N began sketching. Her strokes were confident and fluid, capturing Jayce’s features with precision. She focused on the way his eyes sparkled when he was excited, the strong line of his jaw, the little furrow in his brow when he was deep in thought. It wasn’t just about making a beautiful portrait; it was about capturing his essence, his warmth, the way he made her feel like the luckiest person alive.

When she was finished, she leaned back, turned the paper around, and handed it to him. It was a portrait of the two of them together, laughing in the sunlight, their eyes sparkling. It wasn’t just a portrait—it was a memory, a shared moment that reflected the joy and love they had together.

Jayce stared at the drawing, his eyes wide with awe. "Wow," he whispered, completely taken aback. "You’re incredible, Y/N. I don’t know how you do it."

Y/N smiled softly, the warmth of his words filling her heart. "Because I have you, Jayce," she said gently, her voice full of love. "You make everything better."

Their gaze locked, and Y/N could see the admiration in his eyes, the way he saw her not just as a skilled artist, but as the woman he adored. In that moment, they didn’t need words to understand. They both knew the love they shared was a masterpiece—flawed, imperfect, but absolutely perfect all the same.

And so they spent the rest of the day, laughing, creating, and enjoying the quiet joy of just being together. In the end, it wasn’t about who drew better or who had the better portrait. It was about the bond they shared, a love that no portrait could ever truly capture.

A few days after their art date, Jayce walked into the lab, the sound of light snickering and laughter filling the room. It was a typical morning, the buzz of science and invention humming in the air, but something seemed a little off. Jayce raised an eyebrow, confused, as he glanced over at Viktor and Y/N.

The two of them were seated near one of the workstations, their heads leaning close together, clearly in on some sort of joke. Y/N's shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter, her hand covering her mouth as she tried to keep it together. Viktor, too, had a sly grin on his face, his eyes dancing with amusement.

Jayce couldn’t help but feel a little wary, his brow furrowing. "What’s going on here?" he asked, his voice betraying a slight curiosity. "What’s so funny?"

Y/N quickly wiped away the tears from her eyes, trying to compose herself. She cast a quick glance at Viktor, who was barely containing his own laughter.

Viktor, always one to seize an opportunity, raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat. "Ah, well, we were just admiring… your work, Jayce," he said, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. "A true glorious piece of art, really. Truly remarkable."

Jayce’s eyes narrowed as he began to connect the dots. Viktor’s tone was too playful, and Y/N's failed attempt at hiding her laughter only made him more suspicious. He slowly approached the workstation, where a piece of paper lay on the table between them.

He looked at it, and his heart immediately sank.

There, staring up at him, was the drawing—the one he had made of Y/N, the one that had become a symbol of his artistic failure. Y/N’s "bloated pumpkin" face was staring back at him, a cartoonish distortion of her features, complete with the bizarre orange hue and unkempt hair. The proportions were all off, and it looked like a nightmare from a funhouse mirror.

Jayce let out a groan, his face flushing with embarrassment. "You… you kept it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He reached for the drawing, his face turning even redder as he examined it closely. "I thought… I thought you said you’d throw it out."

Y/N, still snickering, wiped another tear from her eye and looked at him innocently. "I never said I’d throw it out. I promised to keep it, remember?" she said between giggles. "And besides, it’s too good not to keep as a reminder."

Viktor leaned in, inspecting the picture with exaggerated awe. "A true masterpiece, indeed," he said with a grin. "I think it belongs in a museum."

Jayce shot a pointed look at Viktor. "Thanks, Viktor. Glad to see you’re on her side," he muttered, though there was no real malice behind his words.

Y/N finally caught her breath and sat up straight, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, Jayce," she said with a teasing grin, "maybe you should stick to inventions and leave the art to me."

Jayce crossed his arms, shaking his head, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips despite the embarrassment. "Alright, alright, I admit it. It was terrible. But it was from the heart, okay?"

Y/N leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, her expression softening. "I know, and I love you even more for it," she said warmly, her voice sincere.

Viktor raised his hands in mock surrender, grinning. "Well, I can’t deny it was a… memorable piece. But I think we can agree that your strength lies elsewhere, Jayce."

Jayce let out a resigned sigh, but there was a lightness to his expression now. "I’ll never live this down, will I?"

"Not a chance," Y/N replied, still chuckling. "But don’t worry, Jayce. It’s all part of the fun." She gestured to the drawing. "Maybe one day, you’ll be able to look back at it and laugh, too."

Jayce glanced at the piece of paper one more time, the awkwardness still fresh, but he found himself smiling despite it. "Yeah," he said, shaking his head. "Maybe one day. But for now… I’ll stick to what I’m good at."

Viktor clapped Jayce on the back with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Good choice, my friend. Leave the pumpkins to the experts."

Jayce couldn’t help but laugh, the tension easing as he joined in on the joke. It seemed like, no matter how bad the drawing had been, it had brought a new layer to their friendship. And as much as he hated to admit it, maybe it was worth keeping around—just for the laughs.

He glanced over at Y/N, her smile still bright and teasing. "Alright, alright," he muttered. "But only if we never speak of this again."

Y/N raised her hand in mock solemnity. "I promise I’ll never bring it up again—unless you give me a reason to."

Jayce rolled his eyes and sighed. "I’ll never hear the end of this, will I?"

"Nope," Y/N said with a wink. "But I wouldn’t want it any other way."

And with that, the three of them continued their work in the lab, the light-hearted teasing lingering in the air.

Months passed, and Piltover’s streets were bustling as always, but today there was an extra air of excitement in the city. Y/N was hosting a celebration at her art gallery, a grand unveiling of her newest works. The space was filled with eager art enthusiasts, fellow artists, and friends. The soft glow of candles and spotlights illuminated the vibrant paintings that filled the walls. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter and conversation, as people admired the stunning artwork on display.

Jayce stood beside her, ever the supportive partner. He was dressed smartly, as always, but today there was something different in the way he looked at Y/N. He could see her growing confidence, the way her gallery had blossomed into a beacon of artistic brilliance. He couldn’t be prouder of her.

As the night wore on, Y/N took his hand, a mischievous smile creeping onto her face. "Come on," she said, tugging him gently through the crowd. "I have something special to show you."

Jayce followed, intrigued, as Y/N led him to a quieter corner of the gallery, where a single piece hung framed on a pedestal. The title of the piece read: True Art Comes from the Heart. Jayce’s heart gave an unexpected lurch as his eyes landed on it.

It was the picture—the drawing he had made of Y/N during their art date. The one that had caused so much laughter and teasing. But it hadn’t been altered, no paint or finesse added. It was exactly as it had been, with its exaggerated proportions and odd details. Y/N hadn’t changed a single thing.

Beneath the sketch, the message was written in elegant script:

"True art comes from the heart, no matter how it’s shaped."

Jayce’s mouth hung open as he stared at the painting, blinking a few times. "Y/N… you… you kept it?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief and awe.

Y/N smiled at him, a proud glint in her eyes. "Of course, I did. It wasn’t just a funny sketch, Jayce. It was a reminder of how much you care, how much you put into everything you do. And that’s what makes it perfect."

Jayce stood speechless for a moment, taking in the sketch, his emotions mixing. It wasn’t just a joke anymore. It was something real—something meaningful. His hand rested on the frame, his gaze softening.

"You… you really think it’s perfect?" he asked quietly, still unsure.

Y/N nodded, her eyes warm. "Absolutely. It shows that no matter what the end result is, if it’s from the heart, it’s worth something. It’s worth celebrating."

A small, affectionate smile curved on Jayce’s lips as he turned to her. "I never thought I’d see the day when you’d keep this disaster."

Y/N chuckled, squeezing his hand. "You might think it’s a disaster, but to me, it’s a treasure. It’s a piece of you, Jayce. And I wouldn’t change a thing."

Jayce swallowed, his throat tight with emotion. He looked again at the drawing, the raw simplicity of it now striking him in a way he hadn’t expected. "I didn’t think I’d ever live it down," he said softly.

Y/N laughed lightly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "You’re living it up, Jayce. You’re not just an inventor—you’re an artist in your own way. This," she gestured to the drawing, "is a reminder that art doesn’t need to be perfect. It just needs to be real."

Jayce smiled at her words, feeling a warm sense of pride spread through him. "I never thought this would be how it turned out. But, I guess I’m glad you see something in it."

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, her voice filled with affection. "What can I say? Art is art, even when it’s a little… unconventional."

They stood there for a while, side by side, hands clasped together, taking in the picture. It wasn’t just a simple drawing—it was a symbol of their bond, of how they saw each other, and how much they meant to one another.

"I guess," Jayce started, his voice a little softer, "if this is how you see it, maybe I can start to appreciate my own work a little more."

Y/N smiled, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek. "You don’t need to be a perfect artist, Jayce. You’re perfect to me just the way you are."

Jayce chuckled, pulling her close. "I’m glad you feel that way. Because I wouldn’t change a thing about you, either."

The evening continued, with the two of them staying close, hearts full of love and laughter. The gallery around them was full of art—beautiful, carefully crafted pieces—but none of them captured the essence of their love like the simple, unaltered sketch on the wall.

It was the perfect masterpiece, after all.

[ell-arts]

Dragons of Black, Gold, and Crimson

Remember that poll I put out some time ago of whether or not I should draw a map of the Netherworld or draw the main trio as dragons?

Well :)

I'm putting the (apparently-very-difficult-to-make) map on the backburner and dove into this piece. It's been sitting around unfinished for too long and I finally got around to it.

I've wanted to draw the Pac trio as dragons for a while now, so this was quite fun! Some of the details in their designs might get tweaked, but overall very happy with how this turned out. I decided to give them their own dragon-sounding names too, each starting with the same letter that their original names started with.

So, meet Cevaali, Pavalon, and Soverik. Check below for individual close-ups and design info!

Pac - Right off the bat I knew he was going to be a golden dragon. I wanted his horns to look extravagant but also fit with the golden theme, so I tried to make his horns kinda resemble fire. The final touch was making the horn/crest on his nose form the Pacman symbol, cuz why not :D

Spiral - He was the most difficult one to design, because I knew I wanted to give him spiraling/curly horns, but had a hard time making them look right. That, and blue and red are QUITE tricky to work with as a colour palette - they are naturally opposite colours, so certain hues can clash weirdly. Out of all the designs, Spiral's is the most likely one to get tweaked. But I am keeping the little "beard" spikes on his chin >:D

Cyli - I wanted something a bit different and overtly gothic for her design, something a bit more mysterious and spooky. So I made her all-black with just a few pink accents, BUT I also liked the idea of modeling her head to look skull-like. So, Dragon Cyli does not have any eyes or nostrils, just a blip of burning light in her eye sockets that acts as pupils. She can still see and smell clearly though because ✨dragon magic✨

All three of their dragon names don't mean anything in particular, I just came up with ones that sound draconic enough :) Here's how to pronounce them: Cevaali (Suh-vaa-lee), Pavalon (Path-a-lon), Soverik (Sov-er-rick, first five letters rhyme with sovereign).

[v1nnys]

Hi, sweetheart 🌸

I would be interested to know Giulia’s opinion about my ocs/how she would interact with them :D

OMG HIII Thanks for the request!!!💗💗

Matteo: At first glance, Giulia is not hostile towards the Greasers, so Matteo's presence almost seemed indifferent to her, but when she found out that he almost set Derby's hair on fire in revenge for Vance, she couldn't help but feel respect for him and even congratulate him for trying, as she herself also gets along well with Vance. Giulia is usually very observant, so when she noticed his musical taste and his drawings, she can't help but approach him to share her admiration for the same things, even praising his drawings. Giulia would definitely tell him that his neurons would burn out from reading so many adult magazines. Giulia has a certain good opinion of Matteo, he would definitely be in her social circle.

Oliver: Well, as we already know, Giulia doesn't really like preppies despite being one herself, but noticing the lack of arrogance and the apparent silence that always accompanies him when he's alone, she feels interest, much more when she sees him spending a lot of time in the library reading, wondering what his favorite literary genre is. She would definitely approach him and talk to him, but the calm and seriousness that accompanies him makes her doubt. Is this how others feel about her? She thinks they might have a couple of things in common.

Mary: First impression was like O MAY GOD HER HAIR?!?!?!!!! She's still a preppie, so Giulia watches her behaviors to know if it's safe to approach her—it's not that she's scared of her, she just doesn't want to stress herself out trying to socialize. Giulia goes to the school plays because of Cornelius, but Giulia claps and whistles loudly every time the plays are finished, just for Mary and a couple of friends. Giulia shares a lot in common with her, from her love of cats to how she tries to get close to preppies, Giulia would definitely approach her to talk to her and praise her roles in the plays. She would be in Giulia social circle

Margaret: If we're being honest, Giulia wouldn't get too close, she thinks she's very pretty, obviously, but she wouldn't go up to talk to her if it weren't for gossip, or about fashions. Giulia tries to be nice and friendly with most of the preppies, but according to her, Margaret doesn't cooperate. Despite not approaching her, Giulia would be very supportive of her dream of being a model, approaching Margaret to talk about modeling castings in certain places.

Juliet: Giulia definitely loves her, Giulia wouldn't hesitate to approach her one random day and tell her how pretty she looks and how good her clothes look on her. Giulia really likes that she always tries to find the good in even the least nice people. Giulia would recommend romantic novels to Juliet, even lending her a translated copy of "Como agua para chocolate" by Laura Esquivel. If Juliet has that relationship with Ricky, Giulia would not hesitate to advise her. Juliet would be on Giulia social circle

Kate & Fred: These twins are Giulia's Bi panic. When Giulia is forced to attend gym class, she wouldn't hesitate to come up and talk, Giulia would literally play along with Kate when she's flirting with her, Giulia thinks Kate is very funny and Giulia would attend gym classes just to chat with her about anything while they are doing the sport. Regarding Fred, Giulia also has a very positive opinion of him, supporting him to be responsible with his studies even though sports come first to him, she wouldn't approach him, serious and cold men make her nervous, and if he can't be silent, then Giulia couldn't be good company because she wouldn't talk because of nerves.

Giulia would definitely get along well with Kate, she would always tell her things like "your brother is really hot" and I guess Giulia earns a slap.

I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS!!! :33

[crowwowo]

Who wants every single tiny sketch of Viago and Jude + my unintelligible notes on their lore?

The antivan crows are sooo fucked up and theyre are sooo family I love them with my whole heart; forever sad veilguard didnt realllyy go into the worker aspects of them but that is what fanfic and delusions are for 🙂‍↕️ also yes I couldn’t draw Viago’s facial hair at first so I forced his teenage self to have bad stubble SUE MEEE

I need to tell someone about Viago and Jude so rundown of their lore for anyone whos interested :D

Jude was born 3 years after Viago as a bastard of king Fulgeno, but she was raised by her abusive mother until she ran away at the age of 12. This is where fledgling Viago comes in! Word of Judes disappearance gets back to Fulgeno and in the interest of keeping eyes on all of his bastards he contacts the at the time talon of house De Riva. Now idk who the talon before Viago was but I can only guess they where atleast a sadistic, so they assigned the contract to Viago; part as a way for him to prove himself part just for the irony. After less than a week of searching (mostly travel time- 12 year olds arent great at stealth), Viago finds her being attacked by smugglers who hoped to sell her back to Fulgeno. One of the assailants had her by the throat and left the 4 slashes on her neck. Viago saves, bandages her, and deliver her decision- exile or the crows.

Much to Viago’s dismay, upon his arrival with a far too snarky child his talon immediately laughs and assigns Jude as Viago’s personal responsibility. Jude is still expected to endure the same training and schedule as her fellow fledglings, but her behavior and progress in specialization is left up to Viago to tame. Their relationship was definitely extremely rocky at first as Jude is a kid and Viago hates anything that is unpredictable and threatens to bring him down with it, but eventually I think (after LOTS of incidents) they would reach somewhat of a understanding.

After Viago ascends to fifth talon and after shes proven herself, Jude becomes his protege and his de facto bookkeeper. Viago says its to teach her patience andTeia says its becuase he wants to keep her out of harms way but Jude just thinks its to keep her locked up.

Miscellaneous stuff: Jude has always tried to simply forget about their father and despises any mention of him. She LOVES Teia, obviously. When Jude first arrived and was still healing she wore lots of Viago’s shirts and belts, mostly because he didn’t know how to care for kids. Once they reached a more mutual understanding, Viago gifted her long ass gloves and insisted her wore them 24/7, according to Teia he was corrupting Jude with his paranoia as a way to show he cared. When Jude became a full talon she modeled her armor after Viago’s, he was also the one to suggest the crow eyeliner for her. Viago completely thought the nickname Rook was in reference to the corvid which made it acceptable to him, and is very disgruntled when corrected

All of these sketches are very cute but trust they have a fucked up weird antivan crow relationship, as they should. I love them very much and spin them around in my mind 24/7

I also ripped the ages for Viago and Lucanis from the leaked character descriptions so they not canon at all :,)

[sysig]

2024 Art Purge (Part 1)

Original Edition again! Another year of too many doodles between original and fanart that didn’t make the full cut over the course of the year - off we go!

I made some concept art for smol early in the year of a mushroom girl she had a dream about a while ago that she wanted to try making as a low-poly model sometime. Pretty sure we've narrowed it down to the original DS-era style of 3D models

And so some angular low-poly style doodles were also called for! She's so tiny haha

Around the same time I was thinking about ZEX's “Kissing Strangers” meme, I started considering what Charm's reaction to that one might be - I'm always trying to think of animation memes for her, I'd love to animate her sometime ♥ In the end, it was all a bit too weird! In a way it’s fitting, as the meme is all about Looking and not finding the one you want to kiss til the very end lol, but who would that even be! Who would Charm Want to kiss, I don't know...

[Purple Text] only got a very little bit of screentime this year, but they're just as weird and possessive as ever - once, forever and always, at least according to how they see things

Smol and I tried out a few different creative games over the course of the year - my favourite probably being the Crossover Wheel where we each put in our list of fandoms, including ones we share, and then imagine what a crossover would be like haha. House Hunted is one of hers, and she tossed the idea my way of looking at Zillow Listings (specifically this group) and imagining them as Realtors! I got the Sunflower House - you'll know it when you see it haha

Bit of a random one, but I thought the sheep from this little scene was hecka cute and needed to study her. Good shapes! Very adorable! I like her covered eyes quite a lot, and her spindly little legs, funny to me hehe

I also wanted to study her "Leg of Lamb" posing - can you tell this is memory vs. references lol. S'why references are so important! The original's delicate posing is very lovely! The soft positioning of her knees and ankles and the way she's fully reaching across herself with those fluffy "sleeves" are probably my favourite parts, it's a good pose!

Haven't done any Halfway Autumn concept art in a while-while, so why not come back with Diana's bathroom lol. Still a bit of work to be done, moving the door is probably the biggest point - having the leftmost wall lined with counter space is clearly the correct play here. I really like the shapes that naturally occur from isometric, like the way the shower curtain rod connects to "nothing" but it still reads as stopping at the wall! :D

All of this floorplanning just for some flavourtext about Diana's preferred style of hand soap haha. Foaming soap dispensers are the best! Makes everything much much clearer, definitely not just because I prefer it, it's totally objective! Haha

More bathroom flavourtext, either at the schoolhouse or the train station, or both! Since so much of the game is centered around Diana's needs, little things like what soap she uses actually impact the game! I wish something so simple wouldn't affect my day, but sensory needs are called needs for a reason :P

Started a Charm comic that unfortunately only got as far as the first panel haha - she's taking a class! Off to improve her skills at something in a group environment! Good for her :)

Or not, the sads are here :'0

Did a bit of Tsumtsum studying while drawing the Helix boys as such haha - I have one of those little Vocaloid not-Tsumtsums (they're only Tsumtsums if they're Disney, right?), and one full-sized Iron Man one that I studied the approximate shapes of the pattern from, they don't Look complex and they're probably not Actually that hard to make but there's still a good bit to them! 3D shapes, I swear

The 4th Wall group! Their poses and expressions changed a bit from start to finish, Cory once again looking at Bar - I don't think he's actually "seen" Bar's new design before this point! :0 They're all generally aware of each other but "actually interacting" is a whole other thing haha

The two stragglers, made Tala way too tiny here haha. And forgot her bow here, no wonder I forgot it for the full version too! Pfbtl, next time :P

A traditional version of the Just Desserts map! :D Made after putting the digital version together, just kind of loosely studied, general shapes good for mapmaking :) I quite enjoy the little mountain texture here over the one from the digital version! S'hard to make nice-looking shapes without my tablet but I really didn't want to use it Just for that haha, so nice shapes here! Gives me DQIX map vibes, just a little bit... All those little islands to sail to haha

Snake, snake, snaaake, it's a snaaaake ♪ Made for smol's Christmas exchange ostensibly, but really more of a spacefiller and to get into the swing of drawing snakes, the cute lads

Ball python in the style of a ball of yarn! I wouldn't mind wrapping up a plush snake, but the way real ball pythons curl up into a ball is too cute haha

Here was the Actual snake I ended up making for smol - as a bookmark! I printed a few different versions, coloured one like this with extra-dark spots for the scales, and glued on a ribbon-tongue, cut down the middle for a forked look! :D She liked it, and I like it! Double victory :)

A little sticker concept while my laptop was out for attempted repairs - can't save 'em all I suppose. I do like that the head mirror is a disc, the stethoscope is a mouse, cute little details even for an unfortunate set of circumstances

[galaxythedragonshifter]

I uhh. Might have gotten a bit autistic about @eddwardharrison 's tsams fusion AU. And might have utilized the rough idea in my pseudo-sona's story UHHH whoops-

I'm so feral about Edd's fusion AU RAHHHHHH!!!/vpos

Anywho quick explanation of Galaxy (skip to cut if needed ajsbsbbsbvdvdv): She's a human who started off as a Ninjago Sona with dragon shapeshifting powers and magic. She no longer lives in Ninjago (due to some issues), and she's with "her" version of Sun and Moon. So, she's not strictly a tsams or single-fandom OC. She's kind of a multi-dimensional traveller of sorts who eventually meets Eclipse and the other tsams variants of the animatronics.

Galaxy and Eclipse were forcefully fused by Dark Sun, not long before Nexus is killed. It's unclear what his full intentions are and the next steps he's taking. (Galaxy was helping find a solution to stop D. Sun's plan, and he needed to get her out of the picture temporarily. Also gets Eclipse out of the way.) They end up stuck like that.

Their fusion is a dca model animatronic named Midnight.

(Gets really broken at some point? (Idk by who atp I had been thinking D Sun but he doesn't make sense. Nexus makes more sense ajdhhdh) Midnight powers off basically terrified. Found by Ruin.)

What each contribute to the fusion:

Galaxy:

- Makes Midnight more empathetic

- makes Midnight scared of being abandoned by connections (but the half that actually TRIES)

- Nightmares about failure, people she cares about dying, or abandonment.

- Fear of becoming evil and hurting people

- Makes Midnight have a difficult time placing words for feelings, but more psychological knowledge and understanding later (admittance from Eclipse's side is the biggest problem)

- Makes Midnight like to doodle and draw

Eclipse:

- Makes Midnight unable to vocalize his problems and feelings

- makes Midnight more closed off emotionally.

- Makes Midnight smart technologically

- Makes Midnight scared of being abandoned by connections

- Fear of being trapped and death.

- Nightmares about being trapped/past actions

- Makes Midnight snappy when angry.

Fusion info:

- Midnight uses both he/him and they/them (they/them due to having Galaxy in the fusion and because they're technically two different people combined.)

- Memories for Eclipse only goes back three or so years, meaning Midnight has a LOT more of Galaxy's memories than Eclipse's.

- Midnight has no voice claim (sadly, I am not versed enough in media to find one TwT)

- Midnight has a lot of Eclipse's physical traits while having a lot of Galaxy's memories.

- Color pallete comes from both Eclipse and Galaxy. Midnight has a blue/purplish-blue and black color palette.

- Outfit: DCA pants, little cloak with a moon clasp. Both have a black/dark indigo gradient with tiny spots on the black bits like stars. Ribbons around wrists, but without bells.

- Paw feet; clawed fingers; rays with smaller black ones in between; tail (robots with tails my beloved)

- Midnight is aware he is a fusion of Galaxy and Eclipse. Despite knowing and acknowledging he is simply a combination of the two, he often refers to himself using "me/I" and occasionally "us/we".

- Midnight feels the urge to eat due to Galaxy's side, but doesn't always do so due to Eclipse's lack of that need and willingness to do so. When they do eat, he pointedly avoids foods from the Pizzaplex restaurants.

- The reason the fusion didn't become fully unstable (despite being forced) was because Ruin gave them enough information on how fusions work behind D Sun's back, and let them know that it was going to be a million times worse if they fought for control.

- He also brought up the fact it was entirely possible Galaxy could die if it were to be too unstable, as she's a biological being, and that fusing a human and an animatronic together had never been done before, and therefore could have really bad effects if not taken with caution.

- It is slightly unstable though. The occasional explosive anger, panic attacks, nightmares, shutdowns, ect all cause that. They both experienced pretty severe traumas, and that doesn't make for the best mix.

- Both are REALLY stubborn. So Midnight is also stubborn, and won't stop trying to find a way to correct things (without Ruin's help).

- Both have the same mindset when it comes to rest. Both overwork themselves and get less sleep than they should, but neither are stupid enough to fully collapse either...that all gets thrown out the window. This guy AVOIDS sleep like the plague and has to be bullied to bed. You have to knock him out with 30 pounds of melatonin and hide the fizzyfaz and caffeine.

- Galaxy isn't really secretive. She will hide secrets from villains accordingly for strategy, though. And she has hidden secrets and what not. But it's more because of her currently living in a world not used to magic. Eclipse doesn't really fall into any of those categories. So she could honestly care less what he knew about her. What do ya know, maybe seeing how she ticks will give him an additional trusted friend aside from Earth. Gal is much like Earth in many ways after all. That doesn't mean that she isn't afraid to be vulnerable sometimes. But if it gets revealed to someone, she doesn't mind unless she has an actual reason for keeping it from them. She has become more solitary since her abandonment trauma happened, but that doesn't affect Eclipse at all.

- They're stuck in the fusion for about 4-5 weeks (which is quite a lot of time). Long enough for each of them to remember almost everything the fusion knew after separation

Midnight's traits condensed (aka rewording everything as him being a singular individual):

He's very afraid of being betrayed or abandoned. He'll talk to people, but doesn't consider many friends.

Knows he's a fusion, so they can't completely absolve himself from Eclipse's past actions. Feels as if he has committed them himself and feels constant heavy guilt. He's constantly worried people hate him. Feels like a bad person. Knows that some people *do* hate him (or at least, both halves).

Major perfectionism and feels guilt if he can't live up to those standards. Inferiority complex.

Angry at Dark Sun. He's extremely stubborn and doesn't like taking orders from people (especially if they aren't in his or others' best interest/safety).

Cries after panic attacks and nightmares; often hides under a desk or in a small enclosed space. Sometimes spaces out.

Pretty intense desire to protect Galaxy's Sun and Moon; knows why but is confused at the familiar protective feelings all the same.

Very angry, but empathetic at the same time. Snaps at people when they're unnecessarily being stupid or unreasonable.

Craves physical affection but also purposefully avoids it.

Often fidgets with his wrist ribbons.

Occasionally doodles.

Midnight trusts Gal's Sun and Moon more than anyone else. Will tell them anything, albeit hesitant.

AUTISM 🎉 (you've earned your autistic license Midnight!!!! :D)

Quotes:

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry." (Panic attack :'(

"Ruin. Help us, or I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU." (After Ruin finds them)

"What do you mean we're STUCK?!"

"If he so much as lays a finger on those two, he's DEAD!"

"You destroyed 5,000 dimensions, rebuilt someone who didn't want to be rebuilt, and probably did other things! Why the hell would I trust you?"

"I will figure it out *myself*, thank you."

"I'm *fine*."

"Wait, you don't have to kill me, ok? We're already stuck like this, you don't need me dead."

Ruin: "Are you...alright, Midnight?"

*Cuts to Midnight, exhausted, drinking a FizzyFaz with three sun drops in it (aka Caffeine Can of Death™)*: "No."

Ruin: "Go to sleep."

Midnight: "No."

Ruin: "You're gonna shut down or something. Please go charge."

Midnight: "No. I'm fine."

Ruin: "You're not 'fine'. You're exhausted. You're on 5% or less."

Midnight: "It's never easy. Nothing's ever easy."

Lunar: "It is for me."

Midnight: "Says the person whose been watching Nutella commercials for several hours straight while ignoring his brother and not caring."

Lunar: "That's rich coming from you."

Midnight: "Eclipse isn't the only one in here, LUNAR."

Dialogue for him is so fun I need to write more actually-

I imagine that after they're separated, they both become pretty close friends. Especially with Galaxy being a lot like Earth in terms of therapist friend and kindness and understanding. I also imagine that after the fusion, after Eclipse has "seen" the kind of hell she's been through, and the fact that she managed to get so far without snapping or becoming evil, is genuinely shocking to him. Like "you should be evil already how tf are you not?" LMAO

I'm SO intrigued by the concept of fusion and what it would be like. Like that's gotta be the weirdest experience ever. To know what it's like to be both people and have "experienced" being both due to yours and another persons literal consciousnesses being one. That's gotta frick with your mind KSNSS LMAO. It's such a cool concept and it should be used in more media imo

[luru-mlp]

INTRODUCING SPIDERWEB OBSIDIAN’S FAMILYYYY!!!~

No, I did not get enough sleep last night while drawing these horses ;D

From left to right/up to down, we have Astral Thunder (father), Diamond Lotus (mother), Vivace Onyx (younger sister), and Alexandrite (older brother).

Astral Thunder is Spiderweb’s father, and was kind of inspired by Endeavor’s personality. Though since this is still kid’s stuff, I’m not going to go *too* deep into details. Those who know, know. Regardless, Astral Thunder is a very stubborn colt, who travelled to the Crystal an empire to study magic. He even attempted to become a sorcerer similar to Sunburst in the original show. Like him, he was unsuccessful. Astral refused to acknowledge this failure, however, and began trying over and over again. But he was never strong enough. Astral then decided that he would attempt to make his lineage well known by being the parent of a powerful unicorn, who would overtake the legends of old and become a modern-day Starswirl. Astral knows a variety of magic spells, though is not as strong as most unicorns who studied magic like he did.

Diamond Lotus is Spiderweb’s mother. She is a very kind and gentle soul whose talent is jewels. She’s able to identify a fraud from a real gem in with just a glance. She even got her cutie mark by finding an assortment of gemstones and using her magic to style them in the shape of a flower! As such, Diamond was the one who named her children. Though Astral wanted his children to have more star-related names, since they were often associated with excellent magic-users. She managed to convince him, however, and now all of her lovely babies are named after the things she loves, as they should be. Diamond isn’t as experienced with magic as Astral is, and spends most of her time working at a jewelry shop selling items to ponies in the Crystal Empire.

Vivace Onyx is Spiderweb’s younger sister, and the youngest of the children. She is also the most rebellious of the group. Astral had high hopes for Vivace when she was born, believing that the third time would be the charm, and if the other two failed to become powerful magic users, then surely, she would. Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Vivace got her cutie mark when she was listening to rock music, and shortly after, she began playing some notes on a toy instrument in an attempt to recreate the music. Diamond saw this, and was immediately worried. She even tried to hide her cutie mark from Astral for as long as she could. Astral eventually found out, however, and grew very disappointed. It even got to a point where he blamed Lotus for ‘giving them the wrong cutie mark.’ Vivace loves her mother dearly, and while growing up, tried to convince her to leave Astral. She failed, unfortunately, but as a reminder of Diamond, her mother gifted her the bracelet she wears on her hoof.

Alexandrite, our final contender, is the oldest of the children and the first born. He’s Spiderweb’s brother, and often acts as the role model for them. There isn’t a lot to Alexandrite just yet, but you’ve likely noticed his broken horn, and that’s what you’re here for. Alexandrite lost his horn while in Canterlot with Spiderweb. During an incident at the school(I haven’t decided which yet, but I’m leaning towards an unreformed changeling attack), Alex tried to cast a very powerful spell. Unfortunately, it backfired, and Alex lost control of the spell. Combined with the attacks of the changelings, Alex lost his horn in battle. Ever since, Spiderweb has held nothing but hatred for the changelings. Even the reformed ones. However, Alex insists that these bad apples aren’t going to ruin every other Changeling, and has been attempting to convince Spiderweb of this.

If you have any further questions, don’t hesitate to give me an ask!!