so um... i found a pose reference that gave me big vanishay vibes, but then i got carried away then tried to turn it into a lore moment for some reason? 😭
i don’t totally like how his arm looks plus i couldn’t get him low enough because the height difference was making it a really awkward angle, but that’s what i get for copying the anime style again... it’s janky but close enough lmao
full disclosure vanilla's bangs and face are heavily referenced bc they were giving me the most grief to copy, no thanks to all those damn little LINES.
reference + transparent vers. under the cut!
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can’t find a direct link since i saw it on pinterest (💔) but it’s by mellon_soup!
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When the CaliYork tag be extra dry and you’ve reread every fic too many times so you start fucking daydreaming about them and now it’s a normal occurrence for Benjamin Brainard’s voice to be in your head with a Californian accent 24/7-
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Sudden thought, I wonder if Erik is actually not aware of Charles’ limitations. Erik meets Charles as the latter jumps into the ocean to save him. Charles is calm all through out. Seemingly not afraid to sacrifice OR knows he will not need to sacrifice anything to meet Erik down below.
Charles tells Erik he knows everything about him. To some extent maybe, but not really. Charles gets the gist of people around him. Goes in enough to know who’s a threat, who can be trusted, but he asks Erik’s permission in finding that sweet memory of Erik and his mom. Charles didn’t know about it beforehand.
Erik didn’t even think Charles would feel Shaw’s death, nor the people on the boats. He assumes Charles has the option to not feel it, presumably. Or doesn’t know how bad it could be.
Erik leaves Charles on the beach before Charles learns he can’t feel his legs, he doesn’t see Charles’ breakdown and Charles keeps himself together admirably beforehand. Reigning in what must be extreme amounts of pain.
When Erik sees Charles again, Erik presumes that Charles could and would use his powers on Erik, stop him whenever he wants, because they’re enemies now. When he realizes Charles can’t do that, it is still unfathomable to him. And on the plane it all suddenly makes sense. Charles valued his ability to walk more than his powers, Charles chose to remove his powers. Charles abandoned them all to pretend at being normal.
Not for a second does Erik believe Charles is anything but all put together, all knowing. Presumably naive, Erik knows better how cruel the world is. Has experienced real hardship while Charles, as much as Erik loves him, lived a pampered one. It makes sense to Erik that Charles would pick being human.
Not once does Erik think Charles may have been abused by a step father and a step brother. Suffered an alcoholic mother who possibly drank herself to death long before 1962. Charles simply doesn’t say anything and quite honestly prefers to move on from them, because they don’t matter. Raven and Erik matter tho. His little team of mutants mattered, and every single one he’s met at first year of school and through cerebro matter.
Charles is strong enough to help the mutants in need, guide them, and if he were just willing to see Erik’s point of view, fight the good fight against the humans. Because Charles doesn’t make mistakes, Charles doesn’t have failures, but he fails the rest of them.
Charles, unfortunately, isn’t seen as a fallible person to even Erik. More akin to a god, that Erik needs to protect his mind from, because otherwise, his god will exact judgment and punishment. Take his free will away from him because Erik has disobeyed him. To Erik, while Charles and him are equals, both god figures in their own right, with his helmet he levels out a playing field Charles doesn’t even see.
Of course, this is not unlike everyone else in Charles’ life, though where Erik sees a godly figure, everyone else sees Charles as a parent figure, placing him on a similar high pedestal. Seemingly everyone will tend to ignore Charles’ possible emotional instability or fallibility, the way a child might expect their parent to be all knowing. Charles’ wrongs become grander because surely he knows better. So why did Charles’ let this, whatever this is, happen?
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I really don’t get people who use AI to write things for them and then drop them in their work cause like, call me old school if you must, but I like knowing that every word I put down on a page is my own and represents a clear intention on my part - and if anyone wants to question/challenge that, I can come back with a reasonable articulation of why I did it that way
I get that busy work doesn’t always get this standard (even from me), but I can’t imagine just handing over all that agency and autonomy of self-expression over to some mindless bot that may or may not spew out garbage that could tank the readers trust in you - even if you remember to edit out the “this is an AI language model” that I see in so many papers and articles nowadays
Where’s the pride in your work? Where’s the feeling of accomplishment or improvement? Where’s the rich process of refining what you write down into a final product that you feel confident enough to attach your name to? Where’s the glancing at your final work and saying “I know this isn’t perfect, but I put effort into this and I’m not embarrassed to have anyone else read it”? Where???
And this is all ignoring the fact that ai is trained on masses of work that artists and writers neither consented to nor were compensated for their inclusion in the process, and that by using these models, you’re helping the tech bros who stole these artists’ and writers’ work to get rich
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Detective Lilah Rose for @storyofmychoices
For Day Two of the @choicesjanuary2024 challenge (Theme Prompt: Resolutions)
Lilah got me back into arting a few weeks ago when I was laid up and I got this idea in my head for her (kinda went for a detective noir + femme fatale combo). Then got to thinking that maybe I’d share my things again. Maybe I’ll post a few and run for the hills like I did last time. Who knows haha. But the fandom is quieter and I think I’ve blocked most everyone that likes to whine lol. Guess time will tell.
So here is me dipping my feet back into the Choices art pond. Wish me luck.
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Wrestling with a plot bunny where Xenk knows Edgin because Edgin is a reincarnation of his first love and he’s just been waiting for Edgin to be in the right place in his life for them to find each other again.
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I went to a wedding like a month ago and started a wip about a wedding meet cute with Bakugou that was supposed to be like 2-3k words but never finished it and I’m so mad bc it should be easy but school was so hard and UGH
but!!!!! it made me think about being friends with benefits with Bakugou and having just finished sleeping with him, rolling off of his chest as you both lay beside each other trying to catch your breaths. and you ask him if he’d like to go to to your friends wedding with you next weekend? that he doesn’t have to come, but you’d like to have some arm candy with you?
and at first, he doesn’t answer. gets kind of fidgety, scratches at his chest, murmurs under his breath that he’s not sure, he might have a shift, he’ll have to check later. and how can you not take that as a rejection? as a show of only being good enough for private time spent together, but unable to be seen together, publicly, as his date?
so you gather your things, quickly and embarrassed, stutter out that you were just joking, just fucking around and playing. you’re scurrying out of his apartment before he can stop you despite his pleading to hear him out.
and do you ignore him the entire weekend of the wedding? how couldn’t you, when you show up, dateless, with the memory of only being filled sexually but never emotionally? and does Bakugou regret it the entire time? how couldn’t he, when he was only tongue tied and nervous because he couldn’t believe the person he’s been in love with for months wanted to do more than just lie underneath him?
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Idk but as someone who constantly feels guilty even just existing I think hearing
“No worries, my heart.”
From Halsin might just fix me
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oh i fear suguru wants to be inside my brain once again… why is uni!geto infiltrating my thoughts rn……………
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I bring to you, actual art but it’s me trying to replicate my friend @spaceshmuck’s art style
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uh oh i think this thing is spiraling out of control. a little bit
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Okay but the batch always asking permission to do any kind of physical touch with Echo at first because he tends to not like when it’s unexpected or there’s certain places he simply does not like being touched and then one day he’s either being a little shit or they’re all just in an extra playful mood and one of them just simply asks “can I tickle you?” And it catches him so off guard because he’s never been asked that before and he thinks it’s just a fake out to then immediately jump him without waiting for an answer but it’s just such a sincere and genuine question and he only hesitates for a moment before just saying ‘okay’ and it’s so gentle and fun and I’m so soft for them I stg
fuck I’m going to have to write this aren’t I
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I hate working with men
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Guys, I realized that now I have this inability to write Eren fics with anyone besides Mikasa🥲
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👏big👏dick👏steve
that’s it.
that’s everything I have to say today.
bye bye
Love you my baby!
-🧸
Oh Steve is BIG, I just know it 🙈
But I think at the start, his size doesn’t make him overconfident or full of himself? He’s just really into the fact you’re so in awe of how big he is and it damn near breaks him.
Once he finds his confidence with intimacy though, holy shit does that man play up on the fact he’s huge. The way he lays you on the bed, making you comfortable and kisses you with a hunger that you easily reciprocate.
His touch is so gentle but the way he’s going to fuck you is going to be anything but that. His kisses are too insistent, grunting as he grinds the bulge in his sweatpants against you and the second he slips himself inside you, you realise you couldn’t be more right.
He always relishes that first gentle slide, watching how you struggle to keep eye contact with him as he bottoms out. “Gets you every time, doesn’t it honey?” He asks with a smirk, holding your chin to keep your eyes on him.
He starts to pull back, only letting a couple of inches slip from your body before driving himself home again, drinking in your whimpers.
“Too big for you, huh? There’s not a thought in that little head of yours. You just take it. Such a perfect girl, going all silly on her Captain’s nice thick cock.” He adores how you whimper, your eyes squeezing shut, willing yourself not to feel as much pleasure as he’s giving you.
“I feel every fucking flutter, you know that? I feel every single squeeze. Feel the way you desperately try to cling to me. Even when you’ve had enough and you’re pushing me away, you’re still trying to keep yourself stuffed and you don’t even know it.” He grunts, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot so deep inside you, it leaves you clawing his back, whining your pleasure into the crook of his neck and willing him to never stop.
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Just some thoughts
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