✨mun riri (art) appreciation and positivity for the day✨
- a little bit of old WIPs and sketches for a throwback to last year, when i found the courage to take a sketchbook in my hands after a long time -
occasionally subtle

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todays bird
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art blog(derogatory)
AnasAbdin
styofa doing anything
KIROKAZE
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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trying on a metaphor

titsay

JBB: An Artblog!
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@heliolicious
✨mun riri (art) appreciation and positivity for the day✨
- a little bit of old WIPs and sketches for a throwback to last year, when i found the courage to take a sketchbook in my hands after a long time -
...today i offer you four men who should rule over the world but who probably still bicker about who's the one with the bigger shoe size.
...tomorrow who knows.
domenico castiglier — @cesca-untoldstories
tadano yamaguchi — @the-bunny-in-moon
ivan radkevich — @papel-origami
spooky season
1 - squid game: number 007
"how is it that you became so rich all of a sudden, mr. goldfinger?"
"believe me, thinking about it still sends shivers down my spine... a game."
plans for spooky season are drawing my ocs as characters from other fandoms... i have some in mind, but i wouldn't complain about suggestions... 👁👁👌
Me: how about a school AU?
My friends: what kind of yarichin bitch club is this?
@cesca-untoldstories
@the-bunny-in-moon @heliolicious
- slight yarichin bitch club op playing in the background -
continuation of the rp // @chokomilky
when the pink haired boy didn't answer him and just went in for a kiss without saying anything, napoleone thought he could have a heart attack right in that moment. did it mean that his friend wanted it just as much as him? or did he do it just because he looked desperate to receive a kiss? all he knew was that he could feel ivan's hand sliding behind his back, and that it gave him goosebumps.
enough to make him gasp in the middle of the kiss, enough to make all his senses go berserk and make his head spin like he was high. he had just kissed his friend, his male friend, and was feeling something his previous girlfriend portia never made him feel. he was in need for more.
when their lips parted, napoleone slightly leaned towards him, whining a little for he didn't want to part from that kiss, but either way, he talked.
"ivan... i-i even forgot what was the question..."
he said, his hands trembling as he scooted closer to him, and put his hands on the pink haired boy's neck.
"it doesn't really matter anymore."
napoleone stated, as he pulled the older boy in for another kiss, a deeper one, but the way his body warmed up and pushed against ivan's, hinted to the fact that he was looking for more than just some kissing. though, he had never done that before in his 18 years of life. and he was inexperienced, to be the one to start. giving hints would have hopefully been enough.
above all when the hints consisted in trying to straddle the pink haired's legs and grinding softly against him.
It seemed like everything was happening, he thought it would pass quickly like every time, but every movement felt like an eternity, a delicious eternity. When Napoleone's slender hands brushed his neck he felt quite exposed, he could almost feel an electric current running down his back, his hair no longer felt on his face, but it didn't matter at that moment, nothing mattered when he had those lips on his. Slowly they moved away from the bed, his hands traveled down the shorter man's back, he liked his waist, narrow, smooth, with a curve that could be his undoing. But while he wanted to take Napoleone to his bed, the younger one did so with more euphoria, pushing his body against his, forcing him to pull back and sit on the edge of the bed. Again they had to separate, but to catch their breath, to see how far they had come, this was escalating so fast, it made his lover's warm skin tremble, there was no way out, was there? The blond ended up sitting on his legs, it was bold of him, but Ivan ended up taking off his glasses and again took possession of his lips, they had time, the night let them be, the cold moonlight illuminated them only, but it was more than enough. The clothes were beginning to get in the way, and though Napoleone looked so good in them, I wanted to see him without them too.
-Quiet...or we will be discovered...".
He was too much, Ivan thought, listening to his partner's panting, just by touching his freckled skin, he could feel himself trembling with excitement.
the feeling of the pink haired boy's hands on his back and on his waist gave him goosebumps and sent shivers down his spine, and he would have done anything in the world for them to not to be on his shirt's fabric, but on his bare skin. so napoleone, noticing the look on ivan's face, backed off a little so that his partner could see him do that.
he was going towards something he had never done before, he didn't even know how was it gonna feel, whether he would have liked it or if it was gonna hurt, but he was aching for it to happen. so the blond boy started unbuttoning his shirt, all for his lover to see.
"i wish i had something better to show you, but..."
napoleone murmured, hinting to his insecurity about his beauty as his trembling hands opened all the buttons, and as he let his own shirt fall down his shoulders, to the ground.
it slid so well down his arms, exposing a clear skinned freckled torso, so delicate, untouched in any sense. his chest was heaving up and down as he panted, and on his cheeks, a blush started smearing. he was being watched, and as he grew conscious about it, he remembered the difference between his chest and his narrow wasp waist.
he froze in place, staring in his partner's eyes.
napoleone's arms suddenly crossed on his own chest, trying to hide and realize whatever he had just shown to ivan. if showing his chest was so difficult already, how bad would it have been to show his thighs and the whole lower half of his body afterwards?
"i hope we can continue this regardless of how i look..."
the blonde boy murmured. he couldn't imagine the ugliness he so much hated wasn't even existent. though compared to ivan, he felt like the pink haired boy was too much of a beautiful human, for someone like him. having the chance to touch on him like that and kiss him, already felt to napoleone like a fever dream.
Apparently it was being difficult for his partner to be confident and show him his body, something he should be proud of, because he was born that way, beautiful as an angel.
Ivan even though he looked in the mirror, he still saw those deformities in his face, the voices in his head told him and reaffirmed how ugly he was, but he didn't listen, he didn't want to.
Because, if he was someone ugly, would Napoleone notice him in the first place?
Of course not.
He didn't know how to respond to what the younger one said, and his only reflex was to get rid of his clothes too, he had no problem with doing that.
-If I show you my body, surely you will feel more comfortable showing yours?
He affirmed, when his naked and warm chest was exposed, he could feel the shivers that his partner had when being on top of him, when touching skin against skin.
If he wanted the other not to feel afraid to show him his body, he would have to be a little more aggressive, and he started with that, taking him by the waist, it was tight and warm, and changed the position, placing the younger one on the bed, staying on top of him, it was better to distract him while he took care of getting rid of all his clothes, he didn't want to hear more excuses for that reason he kissed him again, silencing any complaint or request to stop, he wasn't going to stop, his heart was beating like crazy at that moment.
when his partner took him by the waist and put him on the bed, napoleone thought he could lose his mind.
"y-you're so beautiful...-"
he managed to murmur, before the older one took possess of his lips again, to distract him from whatever else was going on. the blond boy could only cup ivan's cheek, kissing him back and whining in the kiss as he felt the last of his clothes getting taken off.
he would have never expected he would have shown his naked body to someone, to the best friend he had, nonetheless. but the pink haired boy definitely did not feel like a friend anymore. the way he kissed his lips, the way he took off his clothes and touched on his skin, made napoleone feel something that drove his heartbeat crazy.
he was experiencing his first true love.
as the lower half of his body was freed from the clothing, he thought of closing his legs and curling up on himself, but as he looked at his partner, he more and more felt like he wanted to be seen by him, no matter what. ivan wouldn't have judged him. he would have never.
so, despite the flaming red color that had smeared on his cheeks, napoleone adjusted himself under ivan, and looked at him in the eyes, groaning lightly. and smiling as he caressed the older boy's neck and chest.
"please... do what you should with me."
he just said. he wanted ivan to know he was ready, for whatever he would have wanted to do. the younger one just desired it, more than he had ever desired anything else. but he was inexperienced, and was trusting his partner with making him feel good.
He had a lot of options at that moment, he could do what he really wanted? whatever he want?, he didn't know whether to go easy or take Napoleone's virginity right there, his mind was getting cloudy even though he had the experience.
Why did Napoleone feel like the first time to Ivan too?
They were both naked already, and he couldn't stop looking at him, like a fucking work of art that only made his blood pump faster, more furious.
And he decided to go for the first thing, to be gentle, he wanted it to be a good experience, and the best thing he could do for his partner was to give him pleasure first, he didn't usually do that with everyone, some were more experienced and wanted to give him pleasure first, and that was fine, but now there were more feelings involved.
(+18 adults only, so be warned)
when he first felt the hands of his pink haired lover on him, napoleone's mind instantly ran to what his father had told him, when he found out he was falling in love with a boy. and it sounded like it didn't make any damn sense now.
how could it be wrong? how could something that felt so good be wrong?
between a shiver and the other, he knew his father's opinion was barely anything relevant, compared to his feelings he had towards ivan.
(+18 content under the cut)
Ivan kept watching him, studying his reactions, his behavior which was enchanting him more and more, as if his body was at his complete mercy, he felt it so much his own, and that forced him to go harder.
(+18 adults only, so be warned)
the feeling was something else, the blond boy would have never thought it could get so intense, and they hadn't even started yet. his cheeks were so flushed, his body was feeling warm, like he had a fever, like he was on fire. napoleone was at his partner's complete mercy, and he was into it, on a dangerous level.
(+18 content under the cut)
It was time, he had been patient enough to do it slowly, as slowly as he could, and at the same time he had to keep him quiet by putting his hand over his mouth again.
(+18 adults only, so be warned)
the blond boy did not think something could click so clearly in his mind just from that, but when he felt that additional step, that painful but amazing feeling, then he knew for sure, that what he felt towards ivan wasn't anything else but love. the emotion he was feeling and the sensation of his heart about to explode was enough.
(+18 content under the cut)
He was going to be careful, the heat was suffocating him, but he had to keep going, something told him he had to keep going, because it was good, because it felt too good to stop now.
(+18 for adults only, so be warned)
the younger's mind was in complete bliss, everything around him had disappeared, and all that existed in the world were him, ivan and the little room that already felt like the best place to be in for him at that moment. who would have said those four walls would have witnessed that?
(18+ content under the cut)
“mafia bosses are to be feared” the mafia bosses….
Tag your OC:
this is what boredom does
mun: i got another outfit for you suggested by @jjba-oc-shenanigans .
"not today. i'm upset, i don't look good when i'm upset."
mun: i don't remember asking, put it on, try to smile, okay?
mun: that doesn't look like a smile, where did you get that cigarette from?
"i TOLD you i was upset."
@papel-origami
@cesca-untoldstories
@mistaeq
Do they believe in destiny?
i'm gonna put a bunch of ocs as a response !!
flynn von thalheim: yes, flynn believes in destiny. once he gets his steel ball run memories back in stardust crusaders and realizes that despite everything, destiny brought him back to the joestar family, he knows that it must mean their path were destined to cross each other. so, flynn believes in destiny. he believes that if people are meant to go on an adventure together, might it be as enemies or as allies, it is gonna happen, no matter where you end up or where you go.
aelita persephone geil: she believes in what stars tell her, in all honesty, so aelita believes in the future she reads. she never deeply wondered about destiny and its meaning, but she sees destiny as anything the sky tells her. she refuses any other kind of possibility, and if you try to persuade her of the contrary, she's gonna get really pissed off because of how you dare to doubt the will of the stars.
adonis sergeyevich lebedev: no, adonis does not believe in destiny. he had to work hard to set up his life, either in a matter of money and job, and on a romantic level as well. he had to struggle and to take choices, and the thought of giving to destiny the rights of his current life after all the struggles he went through, makes his stomach twist. fate did not build him, nor did it build his success. and he's strict on it.
napoleone della rosa: he did not believe in destiny at the beginning, he never had a chance to reasonate about it honestly. but at the end of the day, yes, napoleone believes in destiny. he thinks that if you're destined to something, it'll get to you eventually. he felt like he was destined to something big, to something powerful, and it did come to him. so, most likely you'll never see him turn his shoulders to what destiny holds for him. he thinks the key is patience, as much as action.
drusilla bulckaen: she does not believe in destiny, nope, not in the slightest. the people always told drusilla destiny held something bright for her, yet she ended up being a prostitute for she doesn't even know how many years, and despite her happy looks and bold behavior, that definitely wasn't the definition of bright she had in mind. she believes in luck though, and she's always positive something good for her will come.
thank you so much for asking !!
Does their name have a meaning?
//Adonis :00
actually, it does !!
adonis is an oc that exists since before i got into jojo's, so around 3-4 years, and it was originally meant for another fandom, where i wanted him to be the exact contrary of a character that was all dark and neglected. hence why adonis is characterized by brighter colors like ginger hair, purple shiny eyes and usually wears white. his name is "adonis" to symbolize his beauty, his body is one of a model, of a statue, and at the beginning of his lore in diu, he is, in fact, a model for rohan.
about his surname, "lebedev", means it is related to a swan in russian, so a symbol of grace, which i loved because he's a dancer. he dances anything, he loves and respects any kind of dance, but his first love was ballet.
his stand's name, to complete it all, is "sugar plum", obviously having its namesake in the "dance of the sugar plum fairy", as a comeback to his ballet passion.
thank you for asking !! 🩰
i should redesign the pinned post yup yup,,, maybe make a carrd to keep it all in place?
50 Questions about your OC
How old are they?
What gender are they?
What is their romantic/sexual orientation?
How tall are they?
What do they look like?
What are their defining features?
Does their name have a meaning?
What family do they have?
Do they have a good relationship with their family?
If not, why not?
Where do they live?
Is it a safe place?
Are they poor, middle-class or wealthy?
Do they look up to anyone?
Who is their best friend?
Do they have any enemies?
Who is the person they hate most in the world?
Do they have any love/hate relationships?
Have they ever fallen in love?
Who is the person they love the most in the world?
Does that person love them back?
Have they ever hurt or lost anyone?
Are they a good shoulder to cry on?
Are they well liked?
How do they handle being complimented?
Are they an affectionate person?
Are they very driven?
Are they very political?
What kind of state is the world that they live in?
What are the world leaders like?
Does the character worry about their place in society?
If the could change one thing, what would it be?
Do they like themselves?
Are they a good person?
Are they very forgiving?
Do they believe in destiny?
Are they trustworthy?
Are they a good liar?
How do they react to criticism?
What is their moral alignment?
Can they fight?
Would they ever purposefully hurt someone?
Have they ever been seriously injured?
Do they know first aid?
Do they have any other survival skills?
Are they a fast learner?
How intelligent are they?
What is the school system like?
What is their job?
Do they enjoy their job?
adriana della rosa: introduction
JAPANESE NAME – アドリアーナ・デラ・ローザ
LOCALIZED NAME – adriana della rosa
STAND – yes or yes
reblog for one of your muses to receive a hug from one of my muses 💕
continuation of the rp // @chokomilky
when the pink haired boy didn't answer him and just went in for a kiss without saying anything, napoleone thought he could have a heart attack right in that moment. did it mean that his friend wanted it just as much as him? or did he do it just because he looked desperate to receive a kiss? all he knew was that he could feel ivan's hand sliding behind his back, and that it gave him goosebumps.
enough to make him gasp in the middle of the kiss, enough to make all his senses go berserk and make his head spin like he was high. he had just kissed his friend, his male friend, and was feeling something his previous girlfriend portia never made him feel. he was in need for more.
when their lips parted, napoleone slightly leaned towards him, whining a little for he didn't want to part from that kiss, but either way, he talked.
"ivan... i-i even forgot what was the question..."
he said, his hands trembling as he scooted closer to him, and put his hands on the pink haired boy's neck.
"it doesn't really matter anymore."
napoleone stated, as he pulled the older boy in for another kiss, a deeper one, but the way his body warmed up and pushed against ivan's, hinted to the fact that he was looking for more than just some kissing. though, he had never done that before in his 18 years of life. and he was inexperienced, to be the one to start. giving hints would have hopefully been enough.
above all when the hints consisted in trying to straddle the pink haired's legs and grinding softly against him.
It seemed like everything was happening, he thought it would pass quickly like every time, but every movement felt like an eternity, a delicious eternity. When Napoleone's slender hands brushed his neck he felt quite exposed, he could almost feel an electric current running down his back, his hair no longer felt on his face, but it didn't matter at that moment, nothing mattered when he had those lips on his. Slowly they moved away from the bed, his hands traveled down the shorter man's back, he liked his waist, narrow, smooth, with a curve that could be his undoing. But while he wanted to take Napoleone to his bed, the younger one did so with more euphoria, pushing his body against his, forcing him to pull back and sit on the edge of the bed. Again they had to separate, but to catch their breath, to see how far they had come, this was escalating so fast, it made his lover's warm skin tremble, there was no way out, was there? The blond ended up sitting on his legs, it was bold of him, but Ivan ended up taking off his glasses and again took possession of his lips, they had time, the night let them be, the cold moonlight illuminated them only, but it was more than enough. The clothes were beginning to get in the way, and though Napoleone looked so good in them, I wanted to see him without them too.
-Quiet...or we will be discovered...".
He was too much, Ivan thought, listening to his partner's panting, just by touching his freckled skin, he could feel himself trembling with excitement.
the feeling of the pink haired boy's hands on his back and on his waist gave him goosebumps and sent shivers down his spine, and he would have done anything in the world for them to not to be on his shirt's fabric, but on his bare skin. so napoleone, noticing the look on ivan's face, backed off a little so that his partner could see him do that.
he was going towards something he had never done before, he didn't even know how was it gonna feel, whether he would have liked it or if it was gonna hurt, but he was aching for it to happen. so the blond boy started unbuttoning his shirt, all for his lover to see.
"i wish i had something better to show you, but..."
napoleone murmured, hinting to his insecurity about his beauty as his trembling hands opened all the buttons, and as he let his own shirt fall down his shoulders, to the ground.
it slid so well down his arms, exposing a clear skinned freckled torso, so delicate, untouched in any sense. his chest was heaving up and down as he panted, and on his cheeks, a blush started smearing. he was being watched, and as he grew conscious about it, he remembered the difference between his chest and his narrow wasp waist.
he froze in place, staring in his partner's eyes.
napoleone's arms suddenly crossed on his own chest, trying to hide and realize whatever he had just shown to ivan. if showing his chest was so difficult already, how bad would it have been to show his thighs and the whole lower half of his body afterwards?
"i hope we can continue this regardless of how i look..."
the blonde boy murmured. he couldn't imagine the ugliness he so much hated wasn't even existent. though compared to ivan, he felt like the pink haired boy was too much of a beautiful human, for someone like him. having the chance to touch on him like that and kiss him, already felt to napoleone like a fever dream.
Apparently it was being difficult for his partner to be confident and show him his body, something he should be proud of, because he was born that way, beautiful as an angel.
Ivan even though he looked in the mirror, he still saw those deformities in his face, the voices in his head told him and reaffirmed how ugly he was, but he didn't listen, he didn't want to.
Because, if he was someone ugly, would Napoleone notice him in the first place?
Of course not.
He didn't know how to respond to what the younger one said, and his only reflex was to get rid of his clothes too, he had no problem with doing that.
-If I show you my body, surely you will feel more comfortable showing yours?
He affirmed, when his naked and warm chest was exposed, he could feel the shivers that his partner had when being on top of him, when touching skin against skin.
If he wanted the other not to feel afraid to show him his body, he would have to be a little more aggressive, and he started with that, taking him by the waist, it was tight and warm, and changed the position, placing the younger one on the bed, staying on top of him, it was better to distract him while he took care of getting rid of all his clothes, he didn't want to hear more excuses for that reason he kissed him again, silencing any complaint or request to stop, he wasn't going to stop, his heart was beating like crazy at that moment.
when his partner took him by the waist and put him on the bed, napoleone thought he could lose his mind.
"y-you're so beautiful...-"
he managed to murmur, before the older one took possess of his lips again, to distract him from whatever else was going on. the blond boy could only cup ivan's cheek, kissing him back and whining in the kiss as he felt the last of his clothes getting taken off.
he would have never expected he would have shown his naked body to someone, to the best friend he had, nonetheless. but the pink haired boy definitely did not feel like a friend anymore. the way he kissed his lips, the way he took off his clothes and touched on his skin, made napoleone feel something that drove his heartbeat crazy.
he was experiencing his first true love.
as the lower half of his body was freed from the clothing, he thought of closing his legs and curling up on himself, but as he looked at his partner, he more and more felt like he wanted to be seen by him, no matter what. ivan wouldn't have judged him. he would have never.
so, despite the flaming red color that had smeared on his cheeks, napoleone adjusted himself under ivan, and looked at him in the eyes, groaning lightly. and smiling as he caressed the older boy's neck and chest.
"please... do what you should with me."
he just said. he wanted ivan to know he was ready, for whatever he would have wanted to do. the younger one just desired it, more than he had ever desired anything else. but he was inexperienced, and was trusting his partner with making him feel good.
He had a lot of options at that moment, he could do what he really wanted? whatever he want?, he didn't know whether to go easy or take Napoleone's virginity right there, his mind was getting cloudy even though he had the experience.
Why did Napoleone feel like the first time to Ivan too?
They were both naked already, and he couldn't stop looking at him, like a fucking work of art that only made his blood pump faster, more furious.
And he decided to go for the first thing, to be gentle, he wanted it to be a good experience, and the best thing he could do for his partner was to give him pleasure first, he didn't usually do that with everyone, some were more experienced and wanted to give him pleasure first, and that was fine, but now there were more feelings involved.
(+18 adults only, so be warned)
when he first felt the hands of his pink haired lover on him, napoleone's mind instantly ran to what his father had told him, when he found out he was falling in love with a boy. and it sounded like it didn't make any damn sense now.
how could it be wrong? how could something that felt so good be wrong?
between a shiver and the other, he knew his father's opinion was barely anything relevant, compared to his feelings he had towards ivan.
(+18 content under the cut)
Ivan kept watching him, studying his reactions, his behavior which was enchanting him more and more, as if his body was at his complete mercy, he felt it so much his own, and that forced him to go harder.
(+18 adults only, so be warned)
the feeling was something else, the blond boy would have never thought it could get so intense, and they hadn't even started yet. his cheeks were so flushed, his body was feeling warm, like he had a fever, like he was on fire. napoleone was at his partner's complete mercy, and he was into it, on a dangerous level.
(+18 content under the cut)
It was time, he had been patient enough to do it slowly, as slowly as he could, and at the same time he had to keep him quiet by putting his hand over his mouth again.
(+18 adults only, so be warned)
the blond boy did not think something could click so clearly in his mind just from that, but when he felt that additional step, that painful but amazing feeling, then he knew for sure, that what he felt towards ivan wasn't anything else but love. the emotion he was feeling and the sensation of his heart about to explode was enough.
(+18 content under the cut)