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300 followers event post # 2

Man. I haven't drawn him in ages. Anyone recognize my art style?

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This request features CEO and founder of Anvil, Billy Russo, ruminating on life and other things, and who doesn’t want another peek into this mastermind’s brain? The request for this was made by the amazingly fierce @gollyderek as follows: 

As a disclaimer, I delved into this having every intention to somehow get Billy Russo into a fluffy situation, but this was the outcome. Either way, I hope y’all like what I’ve come up with. Thank you for reading!

Image prompt 1: Billy Russo x reader

Trigger warning: mentions of murder, sex

Rating: PG13-R due to triggers above as well as language 

Word count: 873

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Thanks to @delos-destinations​ and @the-blind-assassin-12​ for beta reading.

Billy stood straight as a rod, shoulders squared and chin slightly lifted. He held a glass tumbler of amber brandy in one hand, sipping leisurely as he looked out at the New York skyline from the large picture windows that presented quite a view, casting varying streams of sunlight and shadow over the hardwood flooring of his penthouse. Silhouette outlined with sunlight, an ethereal glow was cast along the planes of his body. He’d already discarded his suit jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his pristine, white button- up, Hermès tie still in a perfect Windsor knot at the base of his neck. 

Narrowing his eyes, Billy peered at a flash of color that caught his eye. Following the slow floating of a hot air balloon far in the distance, he lifted his brandy to his lips, drinking the remainder of what had been left. Fucking Central Park idyllic tourist bullshit. His lip curled in disdain as he continued to stare, only turning away long enough to pour more Courvoisier from his decanter. 

It had been a fuck of a long time since he’d thought about you. You, with your smile that rivaled his, your deep dimples and long, black eyelashes. You, with your laugh that sounded like the music of a wind chime, thick hair that always gave off a slight scent of apple from your shampoo. You, with your never ending legs, your perfect ass, your heels that dug into his back as he rolled his hips into yours; you, who could make him twitch just by moaning his name. 

He knew he had to stop fucking you when he kept having the invasive thought that it wouldn’t be terrible if you stayed overnight. He knew he had to avoid you;  he’d taken you as his plus-one to several high-profile events, and he began to think of you as his date instead of jaw-dropping eye candy on his arm that he’d discard after the gala was over and the sex was done. Billy was having thoughts and urges that he refused to give into. He had to leave you by the wayside because those ideas you’d put into his head without words were dangerous. 

Billy had never shied away from danger; he seeked it, encouraged it. He craved danger, it was the only element in his life that he needed. Danger was always there, never a disappointment. It was an integral part of his work, and it wasn’t left at Anvil. When he came home, on the rare instances when he was off-duty, danger followed. It was like a second shadow Billy carried with him. 

Danger… Billy lived  it. But the danger you brought along with you wasn’t the version Billy had ever encountered. He’d never allowed himself to get involved in love. It was an obstacle that would do nothing but get in his way. He was a very busy, very rich workaholic. Love would get in the way of his work, his reputation, the lifestyle he’d built for himself and enjoyed. Love would push aside the prospect of other women moaning his name while gripping his sheets. 

Even if Billy entertained the idea of love— which he didn’t— he absolutely knew that he didn’t have the capacity. He was emotionally unavailable, and as charming as he was, he was aware of the emptiness in his eyes, every day, during his morning routine, looking in the mirror as he deftly tied a flawless Windsor knot just before smoothing gel into his hair. He had no reaction to the vacancy there; it was the very antithesis of the wild, inky black, almost maniacal hatred that consumed his eyes during and after completing a task that had to be done. A self-satisfied look a grandiosity followed, but the impassibility eventually returned. 

He was born unloved by a father he never knew and a mother— only in a strict, biological sense, nothing more— who loved meth more than she ever thought about loving her son. Billy had never felt love and was incapable of giving something he’d never had. 

Billy inhaled deeply through his nose. He rolled his neck side-to-side, shrugged each shoulder in an attempt to reset himself. He exhaled slowly but felt his jaw flex, his nostrils flare in irritation and disgust. The ice in his tumbler was melting into the brandy, diluting it’s kick. After one more long sip, he turned and walked away from the window, the view, that fucking hot air balloon carrying nothing but delusion.

He would have rented one of those, maybe, if you’d asked him to, for an anniversary or birthday or something to do on a Friday night. He could have, but he didn’t. Billy Russo had to stay grounded, present, waiting, calculating, succeeding. Fuck if he’d ever contemplate the allowance of abandoning those things and losing his head for any sort of clouding in his mind. It was entirely unfathomable. The danger that sank its claws into Billy and attached itself to his life with permanence was ground-level, and as he turned to walk away, it was there, large and distorted, looming in front of him. Danger was the one thing that preceded Billy. And Billy always followed.

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Finally, the moment has arrived!!! Man, these scenes thrown me back to 2011. Those nostalgic moments tho...

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SELECTING OUR 2021 TREND

After coming together as a group to discuss our next steps after we had agreed that our current trend wasn’t working due to the how broad the trend was and that my group members, as well as myself, didn’t feel inspired by it we decided to look at another trend which we could use for our brand. I proposed to my group that we look at loungewear as outerwear. At this point, it was just an idea that popped into my head but we began to discuss some product ideas and almost immediately everybody was on board. Some product examples were garments which could be reversed so that one half could be used to wear out and about and when you got home you could flip the product around and wear it as pyjamas or loungewear.  

When I got home I began to do a bit of research surrounding leisurewear as I knew it was something I enjoy and love but is this trend still relevant? The most important thing for me when researching the trend was that our chosen trend wouldn’t be ignored by customers and that the vision and purpose of the brand would actually tie in nicely with the needs and wants of customers. Researching statistics about the percentage of people who work from home at any time was important to me because part of our target market would be people who work at home but still want to feel put together so for example, they are not embarrassed if the postman knocks on the door at 9am with a parcel and your in your pyjamas but also are able to grab your keys and pop out to the supermarket looking put together if you had too. Although for the UK I did not find any specific statistics of people who work from home a lot of articles I read were saying people are now spending more time at home due to technology advancements whether that be home gadgets or advancements meaning they don’t have to go to an office to work 9-5 Monday to Friday. The home is now becoming a multifunctional space so customers prioritise will shift from attire for the office to attire for the home plus office. 

Overall I’m happy with the selected trend off me and my group, it has given me lots of ideas to work on individually and as a group.

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Social Identity

Social identity can be a facade that is constructed by the artists themselves. It is a particular way that they want the public to view them or a way they choose to be viewed due to what makes them look good or makes them popular or liked by the public. An individual’s social identity can be Authentic and true to how they really are or it can be un-Authentic. An artist’s social Identity can be formed though social media platforms, how they dress, what their interests are and what their works express. Social identity can also be formed through the groups of people that a person chooses to bond with. An individual will choose a group, which makes them feel a sense of pride, and gives them an increased self-esteem. When the status of this group increases so does the self-image of the individual.  

For Example Elvis Presley had a particular look that he used to brand himself. His outfit and hairstyle are still today connected with him. Whilst social media wasn’t big at the time. Elvis used the way he dressed and his characteristics to create himself a social identity. 

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Cat Artist: Mother

Location: Canada

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