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#I’m his muse
jupiterfox · 2 years
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I love when he says & I quote “you’re my muse” 🥰🥰🥰 AHHHHH MY HEART!
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turtleblogatlast · 2 months
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It’s hard to escape self doubt
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pinkiemme · 1 year
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Oh, fuck
POV: he’s drawing you
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justgleekout · 2 months
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Struck by his beauty. Had to draw.
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girl-hwat · 6 months
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tell me you remember me too
aka i’m having too many feelings about jamie, and forgetting, and remembering, and longing, and love.
Wood Working at the End of the World, Ocean Vuong / Tales of the Tardis @corallapis / @cosmik-homo / Separation, W.S. Merwin / Epic of Gilgamesh / S6E2 The Dominators: Part 2 / Felicity, Mary Oliver / The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out to Get Us! Sufjan Stevens / @fairycosmos / S6E44 The War Games: Part 10
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crybaby-bkg · 6 months
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cw: this got long sorry 😔 but creepy/perv bakugou, recording, film major bkg x art major reader, masturbation, coercion, dubcon before it just becomes con, voyeurism/exhibitionism
as an art major, you typically did some works for a few students on campus; for their plays, as background pieces while they danced, a cover for their released songs. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for people to ask you to create something for them, and you enjoyed it more often than not. but, you weren’t usually the art itself.
Bakugou is a friend’s friend that you’ve seen a few times, ran into at the library or at coffee shops. he’s a film major, and always looks so unhappy about the whole thing, as if he didn’t choose it himself. you joke to Mina that you think he’ll graduate and become one of those directors that hate everything and yell at the actors constantly and later on get sued for being a dickhead. you never say it to him though—you’ve never spoken more than a couple words to the man.
it’s why it shocks you when he approaches you one day. it’s after one of your painting classes, and he stands outside the door with a frown and his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyebrows scrunched as if pissed at the mere sight of you. he asks you, in that low and gruff tone of his, if you could star in his final project for the semester. says it’s supposed to be a film made with this criteria and that, but, you’ve kind of checked out on the conversation after the first sentence.
“You mean, you want me to create something and that be the star of your film?” you ask him, feeling so intimidated at his stature. he always seems to loom, his hair shadowing the lights above, creates a cast over a portion of his face, makes his eyes look…unsettling. like they’re looking straight through your flesh, can find the marrow in your bones. he scoffs like you’ve offended him, rolling his eyes into his skull, mouth pulled tight.
“No.” his voice is firm, gaze concentrated only on you, like the halls are empty and you’re the focus of his lens. “I want you to star in it.”
his words confuse you—you’ve never presented yourself as an actor before, never alluded to wanting to be in the spotlight if not for what you create with your hands. but he shuffles on his feet, looks desperate even. there’s some hemming and hawing for a minute or so—why not choose Mina?—she’s busy—why choose me?—‘cause you’d be perfect for my short film—what’s it about?—you’ll find out once you get the script.
and even after you hesitantly agree and get the script—you still don’t understand what you’re doing. why you’re here, why you’re the only person, why it has to be a solo film, why there’s damn near zero lines in the entirety of the have-to-be forty five minute film.
the scenes are all so long, and maybe it’s because movies aren’t your forte or chosen major, but you just don’t get it. one scene; you’re staring at yourself in the mirror while Bakugou holds a small, black camera over your shoulder. he’s eerily quiet behind you, whispers out a faint fuckin’ go when you have to wash your face in the sink, makes you do it over because your movements are too jerky and unnatural.
the rest of the scenes go that way; you doing regular at home activities, being put under a lens, quietly barked at to do this and move that way and fix your hair and remember to frown.
“Isn’t there another way to film this?” you ask him on the fifth day of shooting in his spacious loft. there’s a bubble bath scene coming up, one you dont understand the importance of, but Bakugou tells you it’s the most necessary part of the entire thing.
“No,” he grunts out, looking at you from under his lashes as he sits on the lid of the toilet. “But I’ll make it soapy, so the camera won’t see much.” the camera? much? you weren’t worried so much about what the camera captured as you were the man behind it. he looks at you with such intensity, you feel naked already despite the robe you wear that’s suspiciously already your size.
he leaves the bathroom when you sink in the hot water, returns before you can say it’s okay, hears the water splashing and thinks that’s good enough. he kneels on the floor beside you, camera pointed directly in your face, makes your chest hot and your skin feel prickly. the scene passes on regularly enough; you run the water over your arms, tilt your head back as you sigh, whisper the few lines scripted, lean back and close your eyes, sigh again. it’s almost relaxing, makes you forget about the friend of a friend recording you naked right now. almost.
“Touch yourself.” Bakugou suddenly demands, hushed and quiet behind the camera. your eyes immediately shoot open, looking to him in question, how he’s eerily still in his spot hovering over you.
“Huh?” you ask, unsure if you heard him correctly, looking around the rounded lens in your face, trying to ignore the red blinking light. but Bakugou only frowns.
“It’s a masturbation scene. Touch yourself.” he repeats, voice louder, more demanding this time. your stomach twists at the thought of doing something so intimate in front of him. he’s a handsome guy, for sure, even made you consider asking him out after this, figured he was just serious about his work and awkward about certain things. but…something had been off about this entire thing since the start.
“But—but I don’t, I’m not,” you stutter, sitting up a little, the bubbles covering your chest starting to disperse with your movements. but Bakugou only sits a little higher on his knees, finally pulling the camera away from his face for the first time since he’s asked you to do this for him.
“You want me to fail?” he asks, booming voice eerily quiet in the silent bathroom, carmine eyes dull, shaded over with something terrible. “Then do it.” he tells you when you shake your head quickly.
you stare at him until he gets back into position again, camera back pointed at you. when he doesn’t say anything else, you swallow thickly, wondering if the art that will come out of this will be worth it. so you listen, sneak a hand under the water, start touching yourself in a way you never have in front of anyone.
is it bad to say that it’s exhilarating? being watched and recorded by someone who breathes so heavily every time your voice hiccups? being directed to touch your chest next when the suds start to disappear and your nipples start to peek through? is it bad that you want him to send you this portion of his film, only, just so you can watch yourself again and again? make a portrait of yourself with your fingers on your nipples and your knees raising from the water and your head thrown back from the intensity in oil pastels?
“That’s a wrap.” Bakugou announces when you finish, head spinning and still panting. you look over to him, how he closes the camera, the obvious bulge in his pants. “I’ll get you a towel.”
you wonder when’s the next time he’ll need you. or better yet—maybe he could be the star in your final drawing project? you had finished it already but, what was the harm in starting over with him as your muse? as naked as you are? camera not blocking his face so you can paint the similarities of his blushing cheeks and eyes when you direct him to look at you? to touch his chest? to play with himself just like that?
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nateezfics · 6 months
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he looks so vampy in these photos;; i’m so in love
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mccoyquialisms · 2 months
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Brennan: DC 500 check. Only a Nat 20 will do it
Ally:
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prophetofthemuse · 11 days
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Hello! My name is Elijah Vsevolod Vasiliovich Volkov, and I have wavy golden-blond hair like a crown (that’s how I got my name) with leaves and twigs tangled in it that reaches my sharp jawline, and dark brown eyes like deep pools of honey; some people have told me I look like Jamie Campbell Bower (Author’s note: If you do not know who he is, please go find a photo online, and report back to me with your opinion).
I am not yet forever united in death with my darling muse, but I wish I was, because he’s incredibly divine and beautiful. I am definitely not a human, but my teeth are straight and white. I have scarred ivory skin.
I am also a prophet, and I stalk the camp ground of a local summer camp close to Cleveland, Ohio called Camp Here and There, where in truth, I do not work (I’m 29).
I was a nurse, in case you couldn’t tell, and all I wear are scrubs. For example, today I was wearing a set of short-sleeved teal scrubs splattered in blood, a too-small purple wizard cape with stars on it, mismatched socks, and brown Doc Martins. I am not versed in applying makeup, however I do have blood staining my mouth like red lipstick, not that anyone would be able to tell, due to my plastic pink cartoon elephant mask.
I was wandering along the edge of the woods, watching the nurses’ cabin. It was quite sunny and warm, bathing the trees and ground in a heavenly glow, which I was very happy about.
An exceedingly-average young man in a labcoat and glasses stared at me. I smiled widely, and put my middle finger up at him.
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pluginluca · 4 months
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Hey guys I finally got around to making plug in baby art after having the idea in my brain for like 4 months.
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For references. Generally was inspired by the plug in baby spin (i specifically looked at the one from ab brussels in 2003)
And his evil pose from the beginning of the MV
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happy pride month to this guy
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Carmy drawing Sydney with the same detail and dedication as he did the sketch for a beautiful dish he was brainstorming when.
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sunnibits · 8 months
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slowly getting back into drawing that old man (not that I ever really stopped, but still)
unnecessarily lengthy art thoughts under the cut
started with that more realistic portrait in the corner but then I tried doing this new exercise where I just drew him as fast as I could without really thinking, trying to just be really quick and confident with my strokes, and I actually really love how those couple doodles turned out!! they have this really fun stylized quality that I enjoy a lot, like as someone who tends towards a more realistic style?? I feel like I don’t really allow myself to experiment with more cartoony/dynamic styles but this was a really effective way of forcing myself to make it happen naturally. anyways, I highly recommend trying it if you’re like me and maybe have a hard time stylizing faces, or if you just wanna do a fun exercise! just don’t overthink it and see what shapes you naturally chose to exaggerate :)
sorry for rambling sghshsh I just had a lot of fun with these doodles and izzy has always been so fun to stylize for me :) he just naturally has this sort of silly cartoonish quality to him, it’s so easy to exaggerate all his shapes <3
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jabesa0 · 5 months
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Mammon feels like the biggest brat ever tbh
Like he's so fussy yet wants out attention like pookie 🥺🥺
Mammon to me is a perfect character cause he has so many sides!!
Cute tsundere that wants nothing more than your attention, a brat who likes to act out and be a little delinquent, sugar baby that wants to be spoiled, expensive model that only wears luxury brands, someone who’s cool and hip and wears streetwear like no one else, rich bf that would spoil YOU rotten, silly cute older brother who loves his family more than anything, broke boy who’s working like 5 minimum wage jobs, suave gambler who’ll make you bet everything and leave you with nothing, etc
like there’s so many both cute and cool sides to mammon and I want to explore those sides in my art 🥰🥰
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Shout out to Just Dance 2024 for giving my beloved Hades a cameo in the Zero to Hero dance
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twistedappletree · 7 months
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Actually obsessed with the idea of Jin Ling trying to teach Lan Sizhui archery and getting smug as hell because he finally found something Lan Sizhui isn’t an instant prodigy at but at the same time, he sees how determined Lan Sizhui is to learn it and can’t help but love teaching him and wanting to see him succeed so they can hunt together
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