#Ms Emerald

[98chao]

doodles for today

[atlaslovesedm]

axis no. stop that.

[mybrainsrottingwithmcd]

Zane simplified

MCD Zane: evil traumatised gothic bitch with untreated npd/bpd, murderous tendencies and a god complex

MS Zane: brony scenemo freak burnt out over achiever who is socially awkward, has 1 entire friend and goes to a specialised therapist once every 2 weeks

[honey-snap]

new pfp + all the art i forgot to post on here lmao

[grungyyuvu]

“You’re a cheat!” The Red Guard, Dujon, bellowed again, reaching for his sword. “I’ll cut you down where you stand!” 

The gathered crowd shuffled back slowly, leaving the three soldiers a wide berth. Despite the sword pointed in his face, Technoblade remained calm and unphased. “Phil, he’s going to cut me down!” 

"You'll live," was the response.

-

A rushed lil mspaint doodle to celebrate my new fic!! If you have the time, please give it a read! It's an SBI-centric musketeers au :)) I'll promise you'll love it!!

[littlestarxmilkyway]

i know i'm going to love all of the characters, because it's a saga game, but i'm so pleasantly surprised to see a brown girl as a protagonist finally. and a hijabi no less??

[ranboo5]

The take that Techno is just using Phil and Phil's afraid of him.

This is a take that is literally just so deranged that I can't even disprove it bc it'smade up like . Okay and also there is a teapot orbiting Saturn rn. Dream is the way he is because he is being manipulated by Stressmonster from Hermitcraft. I can make stuff up too 

[creetchre]

just watched promising young woman. i have nothing to say. it already said everything

[fedtothenight]

the fact that rich people are going crazy over the saltburn aesthetic lol

[call-me-the-candyman]

The Man in the Emerald stands outside Rock'n City. Its heart beats in tune to the drums of the songs, for it embodies the hearts of the rockers who built this city; their hopes and dreams given life...

[msonicpaint]

Shadow

[beebeesiims]

it's thinking about bennie hours.

[shsl-box-worshipper]

Tempted to draw Shadow and Sonic wearing KID's outfit and Conan's suit respectively. Oh, and Sonic is Classic Sonic. Because why tf not?

[elizabethemerald]

Thank you Ms. Emerald! I really do like your other works as well!

Thank you! I'm glad you like them. If you have any prompts you would like to see written feel free to send them my way!

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Submission

Photography Professor!Fem!Reader x subby!student!Wanda

Word count: 1,060

Warnings: student teacher relationship, established relationship, W submits to R

Her eyes watched you from afar twice a week. Green emeralds trained on you as you walked back and forth talking about various photography methods. Today was specifically about filling a frame and how to do so properly. 

As you continued to impart your knowledge on framing techniques, you couldn't help but notice how Wanda's dedication shone through her unwavering focus. Her presence in the classroom was a testament to her commitment to the craft. Her every movement calculated and deliberate, as if each second spent in your lecture, was a precious opportunity not to be squandered.

You knew some of these students were taking this class as an art elective, but  this semester you had a good amount of actual photography majors one of them being Wanda Maximoff whose eyes don’t leave you the entire three hours of your lecture.

During the breaks, while other students dispersed, Wanda remained rooted in her seat, her gaze fixed on you with an intensity that bordered on fascination. It wasn't just admiration; there was something deeper in those emerald eyes, a hunger for knowledge, perhaps, or maybe a recognition of a kindred spirit in the realm of photography. 

You looked through your papers and notes while snacking on something that required one hand. Today, you had a small bag of popcorn, and you noticed she had some apple slices today, which made you smile. She was behaving and listened to you when you told her that she should have healthier snacks during classes. 

As it came up to the last hour of class, you began talking about a photo contest that everyone was welcome to enter into. You always loved contests and competitions. You especially loved seeing everyone’s submissions and the different approaches they would each take to different competitions.

“Alright class I think I’ve kept you waiting long enough. I’ll be passing out flyers for you to look over. The deadline is next Friday for the Fine Art Photography Competition. So, if you wish to participate, please hand in your photo to me before then, and if you’re picked, we will be going to Germany on an all expense paid trip. Your photo to be displayed for art critics and lovers alike to take notice of you. If you are chosen for some of you, this could be your big break into the art world.” You tell them, your heels clicking as you walk back and forth, your dark grey cardigan flowing behind you. 

“Is there any specific theme we need to work with?” One of your students, Jean Gray, asked with a raised hand. 

“No, so please, I implore you to work with your strong suits if you want to enter. The sky is the limit on this. Your eye and imagination are what will hold you back, but I believe in all of you.” You told them confidently and finished up answering any other questions before dismissing them for the day. “I will see you all on Tuesday. Have a good weekend, everyone.” 

They all filed out as you sat back at your desk, pushing your glasses up on top of your head as you look at the papers on your desk, reading through the students latest works and quizzes from Tuesday that needed to be done by next Tuesday along with ones needed tomorrow for your Monday, Wednesday, Friday classes. You hear a pair of boots walking towards you. You don’t have to look up to know who is standing in front of you,

“Yes Wanda can I help you?” You say keeping your gaze on the papers in front of you, marking them as you go and looking at the photographs that go with the assignments. Grading art, even after going through getting your Master of Fine Arts and teaching for a few years now, grading artwork wasn’t always so easy.

“Ms. Y/L/N...” You flick your eyes up just enough to see she’s playing with the hem of her skirt, pulling it up ever so slightly as she does so. You take your eyes off her thighs that you just want to bury your face in. You know better, though; not here, never here. Now she’s pulling her sleeves over her hands as she begins. “I...I want to enter the competition, but...” Her words trail off as you finally huff out, tearing your eyes away from your paperwork.

“Wanda. Words. Use them.” You say a little frustrated with her. You see her bite her lip, and for you that’s strike three of her anxious habits. “Come here.” You command, moving yourself back from the desk, turning your chair to the side so she can stand in front of you, which she does without need for more words. “Kneel.” You tell her, and she does so. You smile at her easy submission to you. She had always been so pliable for you. “There now that you’re where you belong. Do you feel better?” You ask, tilting her chin up so her eyes meet with your own.

“Yes.” She smiles up at you, you can see how she’s calmed just from the small form of dominance over her, sometime it was all she needed for her head to clear up and the thoughts to quiet down even if it’s only for a little bit.

“Good now, what is it about the photo competition that’s bothering you so much, sweet girl?” You ask, running your fingers through her hair as she sets her chin against your thighs. She gently tilts her head so she can look up at you.

“Well my specialty like yours is boudoir photography. Is it okay to submit something like that?” You smirk, continuing to run your fingers through her hair, letting your nails scratch gently at her scalp. She closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling.

“Yes just not too risky, okay, pretty girl? Also, the picture better not be of you. Your body is my eyes only.” You tell her, and she smiles with a nod. “I need to get back to these papers and you,” You boop her nose, “need to get to your next class so off you go little one. I’ll see you tonight.” She smiles, getting up. You pull her back in for a chaste kiss before letting her head off with the promise of seeing you later.

[grungyyuvu]

i think i overestimated my ms paint skills, or i underestimated my adhd, because this took five hours- I might finish this another day when it's not 11pm at night but here's the wip :)

Happy birthday, Technoblade :)) You were a fucking legend, and we shall never forget you

The art was inspired by this fic!!