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rudnitskaia · 3 days
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Mau: Pizza for a kiss is only on Fridays! Rocky: Tsk, that's a pity...
If you've heard someone's inappropriately loud happy scream, that was me. My husband just gifted me a commission with RoMaunce from one of my favorite artists. 🥹
Just look at them, LOOK AT THEM! ✨😭✨
The amazing artist who did this masterpiece is @erikaerai (also here are the links to her VK blog and her Telegram channel) ✨💖✨
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aghostnamedcalamity · 3 months
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You and Me, Always Forever
My part of an art trade with the ever-so-lovely @rudnitskaia ! Featuring her OC Maura Venza with Rocky 💕 and just in time for an early Valentine’s Day!
Hope you like it, Heldig!! 💕
Song credit here because I usually listen to something for very specific inspiration.
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ahhhh-118 · 17 days
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAURA!!!🎉🎉❤️
I made a little portrait of her for @rudnitskaia as a gift to celebrate her charming LackaOC Maura!
She is such a fun and amazing character and Heldig, you are such an awesome person!❤️ Thank you for being so welcoming to me when I first posted about Maríanne!❤️❤️
I hope you enjoy this gift!
Also Maríanne is inviting Maura for drinks 🤠
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(Please keep her away from the bunny hugs. Please. 😭)
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acesandocs · 17 days
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Happy birthday Mau!
''The parcel is wrapped in Kraft paper, from the wrinkles you can tell this isn't the first time its been used. Two pansies are pinned under the twine holding the package together and the stems are a little mangled.''
Would you like to open your gift?
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''Inside is a scarf, it seems to have been patched together with three different fabrics but its none the less lovingly stitched and embroidered. On closer inspection the stems of the flowers are covered in dirt, that looks like it has been hastily brushed off.''
Ace doesn't have a lot of money but she is pretty good with a needle and thread, so she managed to put together a little something for Mau's birthday. And lets just say she ''found'' the flowers on her way to the party.
Mau belongs to @rudnitskaia
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rudnitskaia · 16 days
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Happy Birthday, my dear girl. You can't even imagine how much light you've brought into my life. Shine bright. ✨
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rudnitskaia · 2 months
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It's The Caturday Evening Post!
I know that it's Sunday, but the 10th of March, 1928 was Saturday, so let's light it up. ✨
P.S.: The original Saturday Evening Post’s cover art is under the cut.
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rudnitskaia · 3 months
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The joke got out of hand. 😂
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rudnitskaia · 18 days
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What can you tell us about Sebastian?! O.O
My newest hyperfixation?
HEYYYYYYY MITYYYYYYYYYYY 💖💖💖 Thank you for the ask, broski. ✨ So, let me introduce you
SEBASTIAN RIVA
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Sebastian Riva is the younger of two sons of Leone Riva. He is almost four years younger than Mau, so in 1927 Sebastian is 18.
(Little reminder: Leone Riva is the best friend of Augusto Venza since their childhood, and it was him who invited the Venza family to move to New York from Turin. I mentioned him in Augusto’s bio here.)
Unlike his older brother Paolo, Seb is as far away as possible from his father's illegal business and the underworld in general. In a way, Sebastian and Maura are similar; both are driven by natural curiosity, but this trait manifested itself in both of them in different ways. Seb is the kind of child who will destroy take apart all the devices in the house to see how they work, and who will fidget in his chair, thinking how these complicated things can be improved. He's especially attracted to automobiles. If he didn't have to eat and sleep, he probably wouldn't leave the garage. And to capture all his discoveries he had a little hobby in the form of drawing.
Fun fact: Seb inherited the entrepreneurial drive of his ancestors and in his youth was already well off with money, drawing erotic pictures almost to the whole neighborhood. 😂 For this he got a few hits with a broom from Mau, but Seb managed to literally buy her silence with 10% of his profits. 🤣
In 1927, Sebastian entered university and began studying engineering. There he continued to draw for money, but this time not only naked bodies, but mostly course works on drafting for other students. Subsequently, he successfully got a job at an automobile factory and married a racer, for whom he, among other engineers, improved the racing bolide. He was head over heels in love with this girl and was so zealous to meet her that he almost threw himself under her wheels. As we already know, in the end he got her favor, and has never regretted it for all the long years of his life.
I think the guy hit the lifetime jackpot. Let's be happy for him. x))
TL;DR
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rudnitskaia · 3 days
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Part 3/3, number 70 from that question list, asked by @ahhhh-118!
...one must really have an eternal patience to bear Mau. x)) And I'm eternally grateful for your asks and your patience for me, my dear @ahhhh-118! I think I improved my skills much while working on this series, and it all thanks to the opportunities and inspiration you gave me. ✨💖✨
Montgomery Pirozhanskii belongs to my beloved husband @lansayn ✨ Maríanne Villanueva belongs to my friend @ahhhh-118 ✨
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rudnitskaia · 1 month
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Part 2/3, number 15 from that question list, asked by @ahhhh-118!
Thank you so much for your interest and for the opportunity to develop such interesting topics, it's such a pleasure to work on these asks! ✨💖✨
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rudnitskaia · 15 days
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MAU!!! 🥳🥳🥳
I tried SO HARD to have this ready in time but my week was so swamped 😭 and then I was hoping to get it done today but my Sunday ended up being super busy! Thought it’d slip it in here anyways just so you know I didn’t forget, my beautiful sweet Diggy, I just have very poor time management skills 😢 Love you! ♥️
Broski, I love you. I simply love you. My heart is melting. Mau in your artstyle is simply gorgeous. So gentle, so... her? Thank you for this amazing gift, I'm indescribably happy. Don't you dare to apologize for anything, I'm only honored you took time to draw a gift for me! You're my precious honeybun and I will always take care of you and carry you in my arms. ✨💖🥹💖✨
But when I saw the label of the bouquet I thought: "Where Rocky could possibly get such a stunning bouquet??" My variants were:
From Nina's garden (he would've been dead already xDD).
Accidentally stumbled to it in some dumpster.
Took from some grave on a cemetery.
Ooooor...
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...this. xDD
Forgive me for this. I had to.
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rudnitskaia · 2 months
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15, 17, 70 on the OC question list for Maura!
Curious to hear more about her :D
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Part 1/3, number 17 from that question list, asked by @ahhhh-118!
Thank you so much for your questions, dude, it was very fun to draw! 😄 Sorry I was so slow with it, though. x)) I promise to work on the answers to your other questions faster! :3
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rudnitskaia · 3 months
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sleepy kitties sketch
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rudnitskaia · 14 days
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And as I promised, right in a row, the 2nd part (the 1st) of the answer on number 19 from that list for @coffeintheface @acesandocs. 💖
Note: that ficlet highly depends on a joke headcanon that Mau and Rocky really married by accident. I wrote about it in the very old answer to an ask, but I'll also place it here for convenience.
"I can even imagine how these two might spontaneously get married because of an accidentally blurted out series of utterly stupid puns. Because it’s simply something fun to do. Like, they sneak out on the roof in the night, chatting incessantly, and then
Mau: You won’t do such a felony to me.
Rocky: A fell-on-knee? Well, I can dare.
Mau: And if I agree you’ll dare to do it right now?
Rocky: Oh, Miss Venza, it would be such a delight, but no one will marry us in the dead of night.
Mau: The dead of night, huh? I remember you told me about some business you run with a funeral home. There's supposed to be a minister. A funeral home marriage in the dead of night. Sounds like a perfect match.
And soon Rocky, arm in arm with Mau, will be banging on the door of the Arbogast Funeral Home, and if the face of sleepy Abelard Arbogast could have stretched more from their request, it would have stretched. :D"
So, here's the ficlet. :3
The Dawnright Truth
Note: Italian speech
“Hush!” Mau shushed Rocky, barely holding back a giggle herself. He habitually helped her to get over the window and then sat on the window sill, gesturing that he wouldn't utter another sound. Mau smiled. She only had a couple hours of sleep left, but for nights like this, she was willing to sacrifice even them. It was impossible to count how many conversations, how many laughs and fiddle tunes the roof of this house had heard… and Maura hoped that tonight would not be the last and that roof would hear a lot more.
As she took a step back inside her room, Rocky gently squeezed her palm and pulled Mau lightly toward him. Please don't go. She shook her head with a chuckle. No. It's almost dawn. Not letting go of her hand, Rocky pressed his fist to his chest. Waved one way, then the other in some strange pantomime, looking at Mau with the most sorrowful expression that he was capable of. Jokingly sorrowful, of course, but there was truth behind the joke. If it were up to him, he would make sure that this moment would never end; the moment when the whole city was asleep and no one but the stars in the sky could hear them. So that there would be no need to carve out time for secret meetings. And so that he wouldn't have to hide what he put into every melody he played to her at nights, behind the stares and smiles in the daytime.
Alas, now he didn't even have the violin in his hands to tell her, as usual, everything without words. He was about to hop back to the fire escape and continue to amuse her at least with his ridiculous silent performance, when Mau, laughing inaudibly, stepped forward and kissed him. So easily and openly that Rocky held his breath in surprise. But soon he loudly exhaled through his nose, closing his eyes and relaxing his shoulders. All thoughts, all words and images froze for a moment, and then swirled in his head in a fantastical dance again, as if drawing new music from that gentle touch. Rocky moved forward, toward her, giving himself over to the sensation of flight that had taken over him…
…when suddenly there was a loud thud.
The landing from heaven to earth was disgustingly hard. Rocky rubbed his chin, which had hit the floor just a moment ago, and propped himself up on an elbow.
“Mau? Is everything alright?” came a voice from outside the room.
Maura looked worriedly at the door and pointed Rocky under the bed.
“Quick!” she whispered to him, rushing over to the chair and placing it headboard down on the floor. Much louder, she replied: “Yes, I’m fine!”
A knock sounded.
“Are you up already? Can I come in?”
Mau clasped her hands together. Anxiously, she leaned closer to the bottom of the bed and muttered:
“I beg you, not a sound,” and then answered her father: “Of course!”
Not more than a second later the door opened and Augusto peeked into the room. Mau smiled awkwardly at him and pretended to pull up a chair.
“Was reaching for a book and dropped it. Sorry, didn't mean to wake you.”
Augusto nodded, seemingly paying no attention neither to the strange excuse nor to the wide-opened window.
“I was already awake. But why did you get up so early?”
“Couldn't get any sleep… tossed and turned for a while, and then decided, why lie around for nothing? Better go and bake some muffins before opening…”
Rocky didn't understand a word she was saying, but the tone in which Mau was speaking… no, not speaking, chirping with her father, caused him to laugh inaudibly. He wondered if it was from anxiety or if she always acted that way with him. The dust made his nose terribly itch. But Rocky didn't risk moving and only wrinkled his nose, hoping the sensation would go away soon. After examining all the cracks in the bedframe, he turned his head to the side and suddenly saw the jewelry box next to him. And he wouldn’t pay that much attention on it if he didn’t notice the tip of some kind of note sticking out of the box. A letter? From whom, he wondered?
Meanwhile, Augusto walked into the room.
“How lucky. I was just about to leave the keys for you in the hallway, but I heard you were up. I have to go out for a while.”
“Oh, sure,” Mau accepted the keychain from his hands. “For how long?”
When Rocky carefully pulled the sheet from under the lid, he was surprised to find out that it was his note. One of many he had left for Mau at the eatery. In some he had doodled all sorts of silly things, in others he had hastily made up short humorous poems that vanished from his memory as soon as they had hit the paper. And she… kept them? No way she did. Neglecting all precautions, Rocky lifted the lid of the box… and immediately slammed it shut.
But it was too late.
Several seconds of his confusion were enough for a tinkling melody to fill the room.
Mau's heart sank. Augusto stared in puzzlement at the direction of the bed and, not listening to his daughter's objection, looked underneath it. Rocky waved at him awkwardly.
“Good morning, Mister Venza.”
“You!” the man exclaimed angrily, pulling the guy out from under the bed by his coat. “Parasite!”
“Papa, stop swearing,” said Mau with pressure. Augusto stood up, not letting Rocky out of his grasp, and shook him as if he was holding not a young man but a weightless rag.
“What is this, Mau?”
“Please leave him alone.”
“I knew that scoundrel wasn't just hanging around in our eatery for nothing. Do you realize he's a criminal, Maura?”
“No more than we are!” objected Mau.
“That's already too much, sweetheart!” groaned Augusto and shook Rocky by the scruff of the neck again. “I've seen enough of his kind, you can see 'em a mile off! A swindler, a bandit, a rascal! What if he tells anyone about us? Or even worse, what if he hurts you?”
“He won't hurt me ever!”
“Of course, he won't. And he won't show up on our doorstep again either. I respect your choice, darling, but that! I simply can't allow that to happen! For me to willingly entrust you into the hands of some thug, some… some…”
“He's already my husband, papa!” Mau moaned in despair and immediately regretted what she had said. Augusto froze with his eyes wide open, now filled with true dread, but still didn't loosen his grip.
“Maura,” he began cautiously. “Don't tell me you're expecting a child from him.”
“What?! No!” exclaimed Mau indignantly. “It just happened… accidentally!” she tried to justify herself, but seemed to make it worse.
“How can you accidentally marry a man?”
“We thought it was in jest. I never would have thought a priest at some backwater funeral home could actually wed people! We were going to get a divorce somehow…” sighed Mau, and then, after a moment of hesitation, added in a low voice: “…but I don't think that's necessary anymore.”
Augusto unclenched his fingers, releasing Rocky, and slowly lowered himself onto the bed. With a trembling hand he fumbled in his pocket for a pack of cigarettes, took one out and lit it. For several long seconds there was absolute silence in the room.
“What's your name even, hubby?” Augusto finally asked, so quietly that Rocky could barely make out the words.
“Roc… Roark Rickaby, Mister Venza,” Rocky held out his hand to the man, but he didn't even look at it.
“Does he know? About us,” he questioned, clearly referring to the disastrous troubles with mob that had been the reason the Venza family had fled New York. Mau nodded.
“Yes. I told him everything.”
The room filled with heavy silence again. Augusto took a long, nervous puff and stared at the floorboards for a long moment, unblinking. Finally, he covered his face with the palm of his hand and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.
“Oh, dear Lord…”
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rudnitskaia · 15 days
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✨DRUNKEN BIRTHDAY PARTY✨
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A few sketches for @ahhhh-118 after Maríanne's invitation to drink some bunny hugs to celebrate Maura's birthday. x))
Featuring:
Rocky Rickaby and gorgeous Tracy J. Butler herself by @lackadaisycats
Maríanne Villanueva by @ahhhh-118
Unknown Creature by @aghostnamedcalamity
and Maura Venza by me 😁
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rudnitskaia · 3 months
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Happy Valentine's Day! 💖
For me true love is about unquestioned trust. About feeling yourself perfectly safe and calmly confident. About feeling like at home wherever you are. About feeling yourself welcomed and understood.
And when I imagine Rocky together with Mau, it's exactly what I imply. Are they perfect themselves? No. Both of them are far from it. But for each other — they're all they need. Despite life struggles, despite inner demons, despite lack of money and having a car as the only place to sleep, until they're together — everything will be fine.
If you read this, just know: such love exists. It's already in your heart. And sooner or later you'll inevitably find someone to share it with, and who'll share it with you in return. ✨💖✨
P.S.: I couldn't choose, so you can also find The Night Version of this art under the cut. ✨🌃🌙🌃✨
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