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mintmoth · 1 year
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Not a single day goes by where Jamil isn't suffering
Aka I found another TikTok audio I like LMAAO
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solomiracle · 5 months
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is your obey me mc x their boy(s) a yaoi or yuri ship
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takiarte · 2 years
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Ambrosia project (Art Nº 7)
Arte anterior / Previous art: Ambrosia N° 6
(Español ⬇) You can see it full on my Deviantart (censored), Pixiv or my +18 Twitter, and/or buy the HQ version of it on my Gumroad, here 😊
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What’s the Ambrosia project? Read about it here You will find the Ambrosia arts under the Ambrosia tag in my profile, with links to the full versions. And you can also support me by buying the HQ versions of the arts on my Gumroad or buying me a ko-fi. I’m gonna be very grateful!
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Puedes verlo completo en mi Deviantart (censurado), Pixiv o mi Twitter +18, y/o comprar la versión HQ en mi Gumroad aquí 😊
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¿Qué es el proyecto Ambrosia? Lee sobre ello aquí Vas a encontrar los artes de Ambrosia bajo la etiqueta Ambrosia en mi perfil, con los links a las versiones completas. Y también puedes darme apoyo comprando las versiones HQ de los artes en mi Gumroad, o comprándome un ko-fi. ¡Estaría muy agradecida!
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Siguiente arte / Next art: Ambrosia N° 8 ——————————
Game: Mystic Messenger Characters: Saeran and MC. The characters belong to their creators © Cheritz
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godsandvillains-if · 16 days
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kind of a wholesome ask. let’s say mc wanted to surprise the ro’s by baking them something from scratch. however when it’s presented to them mc is really sad bc they didn’t turn out well (burnt, undercooked, etc.) how would they react? would they still eat it? push through to make mc happy?
Hahah that's so cute, it brings to memory that one scene in Mind Blind 🥺
Mars — Would probably say something along the lines, "Darling, I love you, but that is inedible. How about we take baking classes together with a professional chef?" Of course, they would not eat it hahah.
Archon — Archon would look at the MC and at the cake, shifting their eyes nervously between one and the other, but would eventually cave in and just eat. They can't get sick anyway, so it would only taste bad.
Zodiac — I think Zodiac would push through and eat the whole thing, making an inhuman effort to appear as if they were eating pure ambrosia, until they started coughing uncontrollably.
Ace — They would fold in half if the MC made puppy eyes at them, no way in hell would they be able to resist them, but they would eat a small portion of it and then plan a cooking date where they would teach the MC how to bake properly.
Stardom — Stardom would silently pray to all the deities they know to give them strength because they are not about to back down from making the MC feel proud of something they did. Thank God they are a good actor / actress.
Wildcat — They wouldn't eat it, no matter much they love the MC, and not even shifting between wildshapes would be enough to open their appetite. They would instead invite the MC out for a simple Brazilian takeout joint they recently discovered close to the tower.
Paladin — They would try their hardest to keep their expression as neutral as possible, even if the smell of burnt cake assaulted their nostrils. They would have the great idea to borrow one of Zodiac's cooking books and invite the MC to bake a cake together. They are great at following instructions.
Thank you for the question!! 🥰
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dilatorywriting · 1 year
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Now I can't help but think about the scene where
The Reaper!Rook tries for the first time the liver pate prepared by the Baker!MC.
Baker!MC. is just researching some new recipes from time to time for a seasonal menu. Rook with bliss looking at how the Baker!MC. flutters in the kitchen reading a recipe from an old book taken from the library. The Reaper has a great opportunity to be a taster on a permanent basis, pushing Ace and Deuce into second place.To their general displeasure and annoyance.
-What are these diligent, elegant and hardworking hands creating today? Ah, I'm looking forward to what will happen~
Listening with half an ear to Hunt's chatter, the Baker!MС. spreads some pate on fresh fried bread and passes it to Rook.
-Try and find out..I think I'm missing a little salt?
Curiously accepting the "offering" more like a piece for a sandwich, Rook, with all its inherent grace and dramatic, bites off one piece with a pleasant crunch of fried bread and immediately freezes. His pupils dilate and he can barely take a breath from delight.
Watching this little show to which the Baker!MС. was mostly indifferent, it seemed to them tha Rook at this moment looked like a cat that was gently stroked for the first time and given valerian.
-So?
As if in slow motion, chewing his first bite, the Reaper looks with the most sincere delight that could only reflect his face.
-What was this food of the gods that blessed my mouth?!May I dare to ask for some more of this divine ambrosia created by your hardworking hands?
-It's liver pate. Did you like it that much? - Thinking that at the moment the Reaper who scares the whole neighborhood like a local devil driving everyone to fear and devils, the Baker could not get rid of the thought that now Hunt is more like a child who first got into a candy store.
Now the Baker!MC. knows some of the preferences of this strange guest. Likes to try - whatever they give. Delighted and will not be silenced for the next forty minutes - liver pate with toasted bread. ***
One day the Baker!MC. made for the Reaper!Rook some sandwiches with liver pate. "So that he could have a snack with them later or between his business" And immediately, Rook without any thought dropped to one knee, taking off his hat, making the most pompous verbal marriage proposal that this city has seen and heard. ***
And more.
Baker!MC. probably also showed off from time to time in front of the Reaper, showing off their skills.
Like this guy from "Kiki Witch Delivery Service"
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Baker!MC probably: Ah yes. Finally. a proper bribe to get him to shut up forever
Rook: *get's worse*
Baker!MC: I should have expected this
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a-d-nox · 3 months
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choicesmc · 6 days
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Starting Route
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Title: Starting Route MC: Rin Book: The Freshman (The Sophomore) Word Count: 1409 Summary: Rin goes to her favorite amusement park. That's it. Really. Look, don't read too deep. (actually please do I would love that) taglist: @choicesmonthlychallenge image: pulled off a stock photo site ✔
There were many pros of waking up earlier than her roommate. One of them was the lack of stares as she placed her packer and put her binder on. The other was the quiet silence that didn’t remind her that an all black ensemble would be dangerous once the sun peaked. 
Eh. At least she was bringing a water bottle. 
It was also black. 
But she’d wisely left the steel-tipped boots on the shoe rack. She didn’t adore the possibility of getting stopped at security for who knows long and asked to change them anyway. In addition to the fact that walking around with steel on her feet during a sunny day seemed less and less like an appealing decision Rin wanted to make. 
Comfort, confidence, and style was the goal of her dressing up. Today Rin needed to look her best, feel her best, and do her best. Minor inconveniences like hot toes or security couldn’t slow her down. Not today. Rin wouldn’t let them. 
What she wanted was enough food to hibernate on. She wanted to ride so many rollercoasters that her head still spun when she went to bed. She wanted her hands so burdened with the weight of stuffed prizes that she got kicked out. Again. 
None of that would come true if Rin didn’t meet her clothing goals. Comfort to keep her happy as she bulleted through ride after ride; Confidence to ignore the judging eyes inspecting her; and Style to pull admiring eyes towards her.  
Quickly tugging on a deep black over her longsleeved fishnets, Rin stood back to admire her work. Black shirt over white fishnets with just the smallest hints of her binder peeking past, even her packer was secured in place looking natural in the dark-gray patterned combat pants. Stuffing her wallet into one of her many pant pockets, Rin was ready to go. 
All of which was done without questions bugging her about where she was going, why she was dressed so dark, why she wore a packer, why she wore a binder. All those whys wouldn’t weigh her down today. A simple blessing in return for waking at a horrid hour. 
Rin would do anything to keep today in the right after all. 
Head east on Valedictorian Drive towards Graduate Avenue. 
Usually, she was intensely aware of the stares she drew as she strode down the street. They were impossible not to notice. Clinging to her steps, coating her with layers of punishment for simply daring to exist. She was used to quiet whispers following her silence. People always talked when given any reason and simply being in public as herself was enough reason for some. With skill, she’d readily ignored all these things. 
But on amusement park days, the stares were barely a tingle on her skin as she flounced down the street, excitement pumping each step. The whispers died long before they reached her brain drowned the pure, undiluted, energetic buzz that’d replaced her thoughts.  
Amusement park days were special. They were heaven sent. They were solaces. They were salvation to this stone angel. Amusement park days were for Rin and Rin alone. To revel in mischief or drown in toe-curling adrenaline or stuff herself silly with foods sweeter than ambrosia. 
They existed outside the bounds of time. A day spent at an amusement park wwas a day never spent. In an amusement park, reality bent as Rin wanted it to. This stone angel could feel heaven at the height of a rollercoaster. Right before rushing straight to hell. 
In the simplest words: Amusement park days were holy days. 
That heavenly paradise was the one place Rin was allowed to indulge herself. The one place she had complete and total control of what she did, when she did it, and why she did things. The rush of adrenaline and the lure of food was secondary to the pump of power each ride bestowed her.
Wait at stop #26008 
Her legs hurt from the wait. The stop had only one, stone bench. It was uncomfortable to sit on, uncomfortable to lay on, and uncomfortable to look at. There wasn’t even a covering in case of rain or snow. Rin hated it.  
Today, she down right despised it. Pacing hadn’t passed enough time. There weren’t any interesting posters to read. The only sensation was the foggy warmth of early morning against her skin. 
The sun had already risen, but elements of the sunrise still lingered. Clouds lazily drifted overhead, trailing behind each other in a sad game of chase. Pink streaks lazily decorated the morning scene and the few trees around seemed silhouette-like in this enchanting fog. 
Rin stood still. Admiring the warm air in her lungs, the clammy feel against her skin, the blood thrumming in her veins. For a moment she could picture the scene. The soft colors and harsh strokes a nimble painter’s fingers would use. The soft words an author would have her say. 
For a moment, Rin was beside herself, staring at an artwork made for another’s eyes. 
HONK 
The moment broke as Line 63 opened its doors in front of her. 
Board Red Route Line 63. 
Cold air drifted across her exposed skin. The bus was relatively empty. The few people riding had the immense displeasure of having early morning jobs. Soft snores drifted through the bus, coating the air with a sleepy patience. 
And yet, Rin’s leg defied the atmosphere of the bus. It bounced with unbridled impatience. Her fingers tapped on her thigh, each tap-tap-tap delivering another shot of energy into her system. Her eyes darted from person to person eager to find some distraction. There wasn’t much to be seen. Not here, not now. Not at all 
Every so often, she mouthed the familiar words as the bus announced each stop. 
Each stop was further away than the last. Each stop she passed made her leg bounce faster and her fingers tap harder. 
Quickly, familiar colors caught her eye. Just outside the window, dahlias began to emerge from the fields. Flower by flower, their colors slowly painted the landscape. This, by far, the hardest part of the trip: knowing she was so so close and yet still infinitely far. 
Once she spotted the first beautifully whirling dahlia, more were soon spotted. And this amusement park, in particular, was drowned with them. 
For as close as she was, she was still many minutes away. With her eyes trained on the field, her fingers returned to tapping. Her leg kept bouncing, and her mouth kept wording the passing stops. 
One by one, familiar landmarks whizzed past her. The bus’s crowd thinned. Nobody rode this far out. Nobody for Rin. And only for this amusement park. 
After about 106 minutes (26 stops) disembark on Warf Way @ Forest Road. 
The air was damp with the smell of dahlias. Yellows, reds, oranges, and even blacks dotted the fields as far as Rin could see. Disboarding the bus, Rin stood still letting the overwhelming presence wash over her. It was familiar, it was peaceful. 
Just as familiar was the wide, worn path straight down the middle of the field cutting flower from flower and stopping straight at those gates. 
They were old gates. They creaked and groaned at the slightest windy touch and the once-shiny red paint had peeled off revealing the black material underneath. Yet, just beyond those gates was exactly what she’d been looking for. 
Like a sailor, she sped towards her siren call briefly pausing to admire the grand, large words that read: Harlod Hen’s Amusement Park. 
The cashier barely looked up at her, “Back already?” 
Despite herself, Rin had to grin. There was no need to dodge. He’d already seen her laugh and shriek and scream on every ride here. Twice. 
Digging into her wallet she brandished her season pass, “Of fucking course. Gimme a full all-day access band.” 
He was already reaching for the tell-tale red and purple band even as he recited the price, though they both knew Rin already knew it by heart. She couldn’t help the grin that split her mouth apart as she secured the band on her wrist. 
This day would be good. Because amusement park days were good. Because Rin had done everything in her power to make it good. Because it was always good. Because Rin was good. Because Rin deserved this slice of fun and more. 
You have arrived at your destination. 
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bouncyballcitadel · 1 year
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“Lucky One” - A Short Snippet
Based on the commission, "Peter/Victor/f!MC poly established relationship: MC faints during her shift, and someone tells Dr Grey who grabs Vic on the way and go see a now awake MC (who is adamant they can keep working)."
You don't know what it is with Peter's OR - but damn it if you don't pass out for a second time during one of his cases.
A small victory: Peter and Ashley, the senior resident assisting during the case, had already left the room. A huge loss: you remember, right before your vision went fuzzy, the patient pointing at you and slurring out, "Doc doesn't look too good."
You wake up on the floor, a towel folded underneath your head, Marsha wafting an alcohol pad underneath your nose. You blink, feel the flush of humiliation on your face as you raise yourself up, your limbs still shaky.
Marsha hands over a cup of apple juice, which you accept with a mumbled "thanks." As you peel open the lid, the first gulp ambrosia on your tongue, you notice Martha watching you with a completely calm expression on your face - so calm that it sends a chill down your spine.
Before you can even start the first syllable of an apology, an explanation, a I-swear-this-won't-happen-again-I-just-need-to-eat-more-protein-bars excuse, she holds up her hand and your words die in your mouth.
"You didn't eat before, did you?" she says.
You nod. Technically, you had had a Snickers mini-bar that you had found squashed in the bottom of your back-pack, but you can tell this fact will hurt you more than save you.
Marsha regards you for a moment longer, and then she says, her voice firm, "You won't be scrubbing in to any more of my cases."
"...What?" you manage numbly, sure you've misheard.
"One time is an accident. But twice?" She gazes at you, and you resist the urge to look away. "Now you're endangering patient care. What would happen if you passed out in the middle of a case? When Dr. Grey needed you? When the patient needed you? You should be grateful the case was already over, and the patient just needed to be wheeled to post-op."
Your face burns more, and you clench your jaw - will your eyes not to sting.
"I'll be telling the chiefs about my concerns and my recommendation," she says. She looks to the juice cup, still half-full in your hands. "Now, finish that and go lie down in the locker room."
"...Yes, Marsha," you manage to say.
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You're sitting on a bench in the locker room, your head in your hands, when Peter and Vic walk in. You resist the urge to bolt, and instead turn yourself to face them, resigned to a lecture (two lectures, by the looks on their faces).
"Marsha told me what happened," Peter says, his face unreadable - which is never a good sign. "How are you feeling?"
"Better," you say, then gesture to the granola bar wrapper next to you. "I fueled up - I can still finish out the day - "
"Absolutely not," Vic snapping, but Peter shoots him a look, and Vic takes a small breath instead of, you suppose, flaying you alive.
"You'll be going home for the day," Peter says, his voice even - calm, as if he weren't subjecting you to further embarrassment.
You shake your head, looking between the two of them, trying to find some kind of purchase. "You can't do that. I can't leave Reese - "
"Ashley will help Reese with the remaining work." Another small blessing, that he doesn't say "your remaining work." "Right now, all I want you to focus on is resting."
"The Lyft's already called," Vic says, before you can protest any further, and then he turns the phone to you - as if to prove he's not bluffing. You see then your backpack slung over Vic's shoulder, and it hits you - the full weight of it, that not only did you pass out in Peter's OR, not only is Marsha banning you from any cases she's working, but Peter and Vic - no, Dr. Grey and Vic, the chief - are sending you home.
"I just..." You pause, your mouth impossibly dry, then try again. "I just wanted to get everything done."
At this, you see both their faces soften. Peter, with that gentle expression. Vic, the worry obvious in the wrinkle between his eyebrows. They're concerned about you, they're worried about you - no, this isn't about punishment at all. You think how you would feel, if you found out one of them had worked themselves so hard that they'd fainted. You think about the fierceness you'd feel, the urge to grab them by the shoulders and shake some sense into them - and, well, you get it.
You sigh as you feel Peter's arms around you, his mouth press a kiss to the top of your head.
"I'll see you after work," he murmurs into your hair, and you inhale the smell of him - the smell of hospital scrub soap and Citadel detergent, but also that woodsy smell that you recognize as just him.
After Peter leaves, Vic offers you a hand and you take it, his palm - as always - callused, but warm.
"I'll walk you out to the car," he says, and you don't even try to get your backpack back from him, know that it'd be futile.
"Vic," you say, and he sighs - no longer the chief ready to rip you a new asshole, but instead your boyfriend, your partner.
"Listen - I know I'm not the prime example of self-care," he says, and the both of you don't need to speak any more on that, memories of the fall, of Vic in his bathroom, of you crouched next to him, his cheek wet against your neck, "but - I don't want to do this again, okay?"
"I know," you say. There's no purpose in offering up an apology - there's only doing better next time.
"Fuck," he exhales, then turns, presses his forehead against yours. "You really scare the shit out of me sometimes."
"I know," you murmur, your fingers touching his face - trying to reassure him, ground him again. His hand folds itself over yours, and he squeezes, and you feel the care in that squeeze, the worry.
"I'll drop by with some dinner later," he says.
"Thank you," you say, and you look at him meaningfully. "You and Peter - really. I...don't know how I got this lucky."
"You're not the only lucky one," he says, adjusting the backpack on his shoulder, "and I think Peter would think the same thing."
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romance-club-daily · 1 year
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Romance Club MC's as Greek deities:
Theodora Avery as Hebe:
Goddess of Youth ♾
Hebe (also called Ganymeda), is the Olympian goddess of youth, prime of life and the former cupbearer of the gods according to Greek Mythology, serving their nectar and ambrosia. She also was worshipped as the goddess of forgiveness or mercy at Sicyon. As a Goddess, she has the unique ability to return youthfulness to mortals. She was also the first cup-bearer and besides that, she helped them maintain their youthfulness.  Theodora was chosen as Hebe due to her status as an immortal. Her clothes are simpler but accentuate her youthfulness, just like Hebe.
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docterdenseif · 9 months
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Wow I just came across this and I was so glad it had a demo!!!🥳 only for it to end and leave me like Zeus looking for my next ambrosia fix 😂 it was so good I played through all the fables, I can't even imagine the amount of work and effort you put into this, it may not mean much but your work is really truly appreciated 🙏
1. I saw it says that you had planned for the next update to be late June, early July, how is the update going so far because I'm sure I speak for a lot of people when I say we're absolutely hooked ots that good 😂
2. How wealthy are the MCs because the intro teases that MCs attire for the dinner is very expensive and I would imagine it costs quite a bit to falsify your identity and keep a low profile
3. Will we get to see Sariel again in the Luci route or any route for that matter 🥺 my Luci misses Sariel, if she was a RO my Luci would've tried to get her back 😏
4. Is this a solo book or do you have more planned after this
Sorry its a bit of a long ask 😅 but its only because I'm too invested, good luck with your writing ✍ and I wish you all the best 👍 🙃
Wow! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
The Update is taking me far longer than expected. Currently, I have about 35-45k words done(depending on what I want to keep in/editing), but that is roughly only half of the word count chapter 2 will end up being. I've had a couple of complications in my personal life in regard to my job, so it leaves me a little less time for writing but rest assured; I am chugging away at it!
The MC is a multi-millionaire. They have accumulated a ton of wealth and knowledge over their long lifespan, even though they tried not to interact with the world. Also, it is worth noting that one could claim the MC technically has infinite wealth since there is very little to stop them from simply taking whatever they want if push comes to shove.
I don't want to spoil too much here, but I will say each route will have a unique character pop in and out of the story in the later stages of the narrative. Unfortunately, these will not be ROs because that would be a nightmare to code. 😅
I'm planning for it to be one massive solo book, but I might decide to break it up if it feels more natural that way.
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mintmoth · 1 year
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Just some rough doodles from last night!
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solomiracle · 2 months
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if i had a nickel for every time beel gave my mc a nickname based off of mammon's nickname for them, i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice
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takiarte · 2 years
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Ambrosia project
(Español ⬇) Old art: 2019
This is the sketch that made me have an idea: the Ambrosia project. Although, is not the first art of the project.
What's the Ambrosia project? Let me show you these two presentation images for you to know:
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The reason why the art pieces of this are still not uploaded here is this one (another post where I explained some things about my hiatus). And well, I'm only gonna upload previews since 🙄 Tumblr and the d*mn 🔞 purge.
You will find the Ambrosia arts under the Ambrosia tag in my profile, with links to the full versions. And you can also support me by buying the HQ versions of the arts on my Gumroad or buying me a ko-fi. I'm gonna be very grateful!
If you wanna take a look, you can see the first Ambrosia art in my Pixiv here, my +18 Twitter here and/or buy it on my Gumroad, here.
The Ambrosia project is not finished, only on a hiatus. If you read the post I shared as reasons for the late upload of the pieces here, you will know I'm not in MM fandom anymore. So, that's why I have unfinished art. But I hope I'm gonna find the energy to continue some of them (there are nine finished pieces). That project made me learn and achieve things that surprised me as an artist and made me know for SURE that er0tic art is something I LOVE, and I'm not gonna hide it anymore. If you like it, good. If you don't, I'm sorry for you, you miss it.
I hope you enjoy this project as much as I do in sharing it ❤
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Este (el de arriba de todo) es el boceto que me hizo tener una idea: el Ambrosia project o proyecto Ambrosía. Aunque, no es el primer arte del proyecto.
¿Qué es el Ambrosia project? Arriba, junto a la descripción en inglés, encuentran la explicación en español de qué es.
La razón de por qué estos artes aún no han sido subidos aquí es esta (otro post donde hablo además de mi hiatus). Y bueno, solo voy a poder subir previews porque 🙄 Tumblr y su maldita purga 🔞.
Vas a encontrar los artes de Ambrosia bajo la etiqueta Ambrosia en mi perfil, con los links a las versiones completas. Y también puedes darme apoyo comprando las versiones HQ de los artes en mi Gumroad, o comprándome un ko-fi. ¡Estaría muy agradecida!
Si quieres dar un vistazo, puedes ver el primer arte de Ambrosia en mi Pixiv aquí, mi +18 Twitter aquí y/o comprarlo en mi Gumroad aquí.
El proyecto Ambrosia no está acabado, solo en hiatus. Si leíste el post que compartí sobre las razones por las que me tardé en subir artes aquí, sabrás que no estoy más en el fandom de MM. Así que, por eso es que tengo arte sin acabar. Pero espero poder encontrar la energía para continuar algunos de ellos (hay nueve piezas ya terminadas). Este proyecto me hizo aprender y lograr cosas que me sorprendieron como artista y me hicieron saber con seguridad que el arte erót1c0 es algo que AMO, y no voy a esconderlo más. Si te gusta, bien. Si no, lo siento, tú te lo pierdes.
Espero disfruten de este proyecto tanto como yo en compartirlo ❤
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Game: Mystic Messenger Characters: Saeran and MC. The characters belong to their creators © Cheritz
TRADITIONAL ART Graphite pencil
DIGITAL ART (for Ambrosia previews) Photoshop & Clip Studio Paint
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origamihoshi · 9 months
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When you lock a monster in your closet and the police aren't helping at all.
Quick doodle as I take a break from my other drawings again and so I doodled up my MC Ambrosia from @the-six-that-thrive-if's game. That update made me want to draw something so...
I think my favorite part is the fact you can say your character needs glasses but than say they don't wear any, Ambrosia out here probably squinting at everything because she won't wear glasses.
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thelamentknight · 11 months
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(This is now old. Click here for updated version)
“Ah, I have many things to do today. Go shopping, review the latest makeup collection, picking out outfits for next week, I’ll be quite busy indeed.”
Filip Clemantis is my RSA MC and Twisted Sofia the First. He is a Rags-to-Riches Prince, and has been sent to Wonderland on a quest he is very secretive about. He’s noted for the brooch he wears, as he always wears it and refuses to take it off or let anyone touch it.
On the surface, many say Filip would be a perfect pick for Pomefiore. He’s somewhat vain, and cares a lot about his looks. He’s a Femboy, and loves doing things that’s considered “for women,” like shopping, sewing, etc. He doesn’t like getting dirty, and can sometimes come off as being vain and selfish. However, he is a kind hearted and loyal person, and is willing to ruin his looks if it means to protect his loved ones. He is also very social and talkative.
As he’s not Wonderlandian, he does not have a UM. However he does have a special ability: he can completely understand what animals say. To him, the animals are talking. Thanks to this, he has quite an advantage in Animal Linguistics.
Backstory: Filip goes through a Rags-to-Riches story. Originally, he lived with his Father in the small village of Wisteria, with both working as tailors. One day, Filip’s Father was tasked to make a dress for the Queen, and the two fell in love. This made Filip a Prince. He got his two step sisters, Jocelyn and Ambrosia. His Mother also gifted him his purple brooch, and made him promise never to take it off.
Filip was then assigned to a Royal Academy that his sisters attended. This helped him learn everything to know about being a Prince. However, some of his classmates began to make fun of him. Both for not being born Royal, and for being very feminine. He never brought this up to anyone, not wanting to worry anyone.
A year after graduating, a fateful event happened. Filip had gone on a trip alone, and when he returned, he was shocked at what he saw. Everyone in the Kingdom was asleep! He looked around in the castle until he meet three fairies: Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather. The three tell him that everyone had been put under a sleeping spell, and it’s because an evil witch wants to take the brooch of his.
The fairies tell him the way to defeat the powerful witch and remove the spell off of everyone: He must travel to another world, a world called Twisted Wonderland. He must then pass 7 tests, all written in an old book they give him. Filip then learns that a Prince of Wonderland has been trapped in the brooch for many years, and once Filip passes the Tests of 7 Princesses, the Prince will be set free, and the two can work to fight the witch and remove the spell.
The fairies promise that if he wishes, he will be able to go between worlds through a magic mirror once everything is done. Filip accepts, and the fairies quickly send him as to not be caught by the witch. Filip is then sent to RSA, where he accidentally interrupts the opening ceremony.
Facts:
+ Filip does not care of people judging him for being feminine. He has learned to overcome his bullies and not be ashamed of his interests
+ Despite his love of luxuries, Filip has never forgotten his humble roots. He has quite good grades, and never avoids studying
+ He is Bi
+ He designed his uniform himself. He found the uniform too bland for his taste.
+ He became friends with Carmen when he found out she was also transported from a different world
+ Filip dreams of owning a makeup and fashion company. It’s his oldest stepsister who is next in line on the throne, so he is able to choose to follow his dream
+ He LOVES gossip. It began with listening to his older sisters gossip about Royal Drama. It’s the main reason why he likes social media: to learn the hot tea
+ He does a decent following on Magicam. His content consists of reviewing makeup, perfume, and fashion collections of major companies.
+ Yes he’s reviewed makeup from Vil’s and Neige’s brand
+ He is a Spaniard.
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