#confused artist noises

[ikol-art]

I'm not a writer so don't ask me for a fic, but

I keep imagining a scenario where Merlin is holding Arthur as he's dying, but with a magical grief outburst like Morgana's over Morgause. Except for Merlin it sends his time manipulation powers into overdrive and he ends up reversing it, all the way back to the beginning. I've read several fics where he time travels back, but in this scenario I imagine Arthur ALSO knows about it, because Merlin was holding him as it happened. Imagine Camelot at the very start of season 1 and only Arthur and Merlin have knowledge of the past/future 10 years. I'd imagine it would change quite a bit (they def support Morgana from the beginning, smuggle out any sorcerers because they don't quite want to actually murder the king, maybe Arthur and Morgana end up simply traumatizing him with their stances on magic idk, they adopt mordred and also hatch and smuggle Aithusa in, gaslighting everyone into thinking she's a bird)

Now Arthur has to do the whole 'keep Merlin's magic a secret' thing.. he's terrible at it, Morgana ends up knowing within 5 minutes

I would also imagine it would change the relationship dynamics, sharing 10 years with only one person is bound to bring you even closer together (yes I need merthur to happen here, but it could also be mergwenthur 👀 or if Merthur is endgame Gwen should at least get to end up with both Lancelot and Morgana, she deserves everything)

[caemidraws]

Things we've lost, long ago

[seaquestions]

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[skeletoninthemelonland]

cw // possible eyestrain

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Sound Sensitivity

[crying-art]

Me? Obsessed with you? Yes. Yes I am.

[mushroom-for-art]

Me and my silly self indulgent fics hehehe, set before violence lmao honestly was just feeling some kinda way wanted to put May through the suffering and I had really fun dialogue / writing idea things, even though he's not mentioned by name REDACTED belonging to @oogaboogaspookyman is in this, just tagging for correct credit feel free to ignore lmao

Digimon two electric boogaloo (I promise this is the last one, also set before violence fic so it fits in the time line I'm allowed XD)

She stood swaying idly in a dark dress that didn't suit her, it was personally designed and crafted just for her but the dark colors didn't reach her eyes, she was dressed up for a higher being by a higher being, she was but a doll to accessorize. She has no orders, her eyes half closed heavy lidded, swaying slightly on the spot almost in a trance within the grand room, a throne room he'd crafted for himself, with twisting shapes and spaces that defied physics, he'd tried to make it unlike any structure that's ever existed wanting no trace of humanities influence. And yet what need does he have of a throne room?

Many feet tapped across the marble floor, a tall inhuman creature approached with intrigue, feminine almost and red, its appearance was familiar but her eyes didn't regard them. As they approached smaller insect like digimon crawled off of their body, Dokugumon vicious spider like digimon that looked like large tarantula crawling along the walls and around closing in, they had horrible mouths and claws on their toes horns forming from their masked like faces and a skull and cross on their abdomen as dark red ginger hair spiked from their heads, from them smaller digimon KoDokugumon smaller yellow and black striped spiders with orange fur hair they were almost cute but they were vast in numbers, all of them were the red spider queen's children as Archnemon approaches the largest of them all, her horns big and proud her humanoid torso on powerful spider legs causing her to tower over the human still stood in a trance, unable to move even if she wanted to run, unable to scream as danger approached.

"When I heard that creature had secured a human puppet I didn't think it would be my lost dinner," her voice was gleeful and dark as she stood in front of the human her children stood around laughing snickering ready for mother to rip open the rare human delicacy. She leant in close tilting her head as she observed the human closely, she didn't smell afraid or like her usual scent, she reeked of that powerful virus but under that her human flesh still smelt succulent. Despite Archnemons intelligence and cunning she was short sighted when it came to her hunger for rare foods or experimental subjects, her large hand grabbed effortlessly around the humans whole neck and shoulders, they made something of a gasp but felt limp almost, and Archnemon didn't stop to consider why. With her other hand she ripped through the fabric and seams of the dark dress ripping away the stomach segment before ripping further upwards to just past the humans ribs below the breasts lest she want access to the more secured rare organs. Her eyes were agleam in delight at the sight of the jagged scar she'd left from before, fascinated by the structure of the human form while a Digimon would've perished and reformed as an egg a human remains and gains discoloration it seemed. Would it taste different she wondered as her mouth drooled.

Teeth plunged into soft stomach flesh greedily ripping and tearing away hunks of meat, the scarred segment had a different texture on her tongue as she bit and devoured, the human only made something of an exhale going limp in her hold. Her children excitedly chittered as she swallowed, warm fluid known as blood running down her chin and splatting onto the floor as she breathed heavily laughing softly in thrill of the taste.

"What do you think you're doing."

The virus' tone was cold and hostile as he materialized in a humanoid form behind her taking the face and form of one of the other humans with flowing corrupting energy flowing from the shoulders and back like wings or tendrils, dark spikes poking through the hair of his form like a dark crown, Archnemon turned her head slowly to regard him, blood still clinging to her face as she grinned with teeth.

"Ah, there you are, I come with news." Her hand released, the human dropping with a thump, "it seems you underestimated the others, they've defeated two of your soldiers as of now, they are nearing my domain, I want full rights to be allowed to do with them as I please, they're more valuable to me alive." The virus was watching her with unusual intensity beginning to slowly approach.

From his shadow dark sprawls of energy shot out along the floor rapidly covering every surface plunging the whole room into blackness, Archnemon paused looking around finally sensing the danger she was in as teeth dragged the Dokugumon down into the blackness with crunches and screams for their mother as their physical forms were torn to shreds their data clinking and shimmering being drawn into the blackness while the KoDokugumon were simply snatches up in greedy maws on mass their data making a faint sparkle of a sound as they were destroyed. His human form distorted as blackness grew over him growing larger and more threatening as he loomed over the humanoid spider digimon, white pupils narrow and locked on her. Her breathing was quickening and panicked as dark tendrils crawled and wrapped around her legs to prevent her escape, gasping in pain as the tendrils grew teeth that sank in to her data beginning to slowly rip away at her physical form like maggots. Every noise was pained as she let out a weak yell attempting to pull away from her restraints only to fall forward onto her hands tendrils grabbing her to stop her pulling upright, she could feel the teeth scraping against her tearing away at her slowly.

"I don't understand?! I have been nothing but loyal to you and your cause?! Why do you forsake me?! How could you destroy my kin and devour me!?" She hollered up towards the mass of teeth and eyes looking down upon her without any regard for her.

"Of course you don't."

His jaw opened and he plunged into her abdomen with his teeth ripping through her viciously she squelched and crackled screaming as he began to tear away mercilessly and carelessly throwing the body parts aside as they shattered into data absorbed into his body as she yelled in agony before her body glitched fading in color and breaking apart into pixels that scattered before joining with him. He heaved a frustrated breath as the darkness retracted back to his body, stepping through the blackness of his form into his humanoid form as he approached the human still on the floor.

He crouched down putting his fingers to her neck as he took in the state of her wounds, she was still alive thankfully breathing faintly. He sighed as he touched the ripped fabric of the dress before dark liquid poured from his fingertips into her open sore wound, the liquid spread over her internal organs repairing damages and replacing her missing kidney before beginning to build itself around the wound edge and pulling it as closed as he could manage before the liquid simply had to replace the missing skin tissue with itself. It would do for now, and it was certainly a good fail safe if necessary in future. Slowly he slid his hands under her form and picked her up with a sigh, despite what he'd done she'd still need time to recover.

He moved without really walking, gliding almost along through his castle, his kingdom. Her body wouldn't be able to withstand travelling through the data makeup straight to her room, so he had to take the long route. The door opened as he approached, moving effortlessly inside, it was a simple but large room but quite empty, it had a bed and wardrobe but they were vastly spread apart, and a walk in suite. The wardrobe opened on its own spitting out alternative clothing, pajamas mimicking that of her ones back on earth, simple cat themed things black trousers with white paw patterns, black pajama top long sleeved with white text and a cat image, he found it almost amusing her wearing his color scheme. Carefully removing the ruined dress fabric from her body, glancing briefly at his hand where it had become bloody from a soaked piece of dress from around her stomach he wiped his hand off on what was left of the dress before throwing it aside and carefully redressing her in the pajamas not really acknowledging her form before placing her under the duvet. He scoffed a bit to himself, all this effort for one little human that he would destroy later, he wondered if this was why humans kept chickens as pets or at least alive for a few days before eating them, brief entertainment and whatever use they may have before the pleasures of enjoying the tender flesh.

He sighed, running a hand through the hair of his form before tilting his head back, emitting an inhuman sound from quite literally his throat as it split revealing blackness and unsurprisingly more teeth, something of a low screech that echoed through the building. From the floor two large digimon were summoned through the data system, Megadramon and MetalTyrannomon, large hunkering dinosaur beast like digimon that were almost too large for the room had the data not manipulated and shifted to make room.

"Destroy anyone who enters this room that isn't me. And do not allow any harm to come to the human. Or I'll harvest you both."

Voice cold, calculated and sharp, he was already leaving the room without regarding the panicked nods from the ultimate level digimon. They regarded each other uncomfortably, MetalTyrannomon shifting to rest and guard slightly further away from the bed as Megadramons body twisted and curled to crane it's head down and regard the sleeping creature breathing a puff of warm air that nearly blew the duvet off from the bed which it just barely caught and put back the Megadramon quickly decided to move and instead lay down besides the bed on the floor as well.

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It was many hours before he returned to check on the state of the human, ensure it hadn't perished from something stupid or unseen. He'd been able to make a replacement for the wretched spider queen using Kelpymons great power and his corrupting data to mold and create a powerful dark digimon hopefully one that would kill the other humans or at least maim them enough to stop their progress. In honesty he didn't care about killing them himself anymore he was tired of playing with them after all they'd served their purpose. Of course he did still want them to suffer, make them watch their world be destroyed before succumbing to destruction themselves. He growled to himself quietly at a flash of red in his peripheral vision, he turned to look but found nothing, that vile creature, he's sure it existed in that color to mock him, such a disgusting beast didn't deserve to be in red, that was a sacred color after all.

His data form passed through the structure of the nearby wall stepping into the room and immediately feeling his brows fall into a scowl at the snoring of the useless ultimate digimon. His focus was then brought to the disheveled duvet half laying across the floor and no human upon the bed, had he not heard the running water pattering he may have disintegrated the worthless beasts on the spot.

Dark spikes pierced through the sleeping creatures bodies before they could even gasp in shock, their bodies shivered glitching and data shattering quietly in seconds as he glided towards the ensuite without acknowledging what happened. His nose wrinkled at the sudden slap of the steam against his face as he stepped into the room leaving the door open. In the corner of the shower box he spotted the human huddled up on herself hugging her knees to her chest trying to hide away like a child and crying. He blinked slowly as he thought, moving to turn off the running water of the shower and hearing her quietly gasp and hiccup to herself in fear that did send a delightful tingle up his spine as he sensed her terror and dread. Seems the human was back in control and she was oh so terrified and scared.

He moved the shower door out the way and crouched down moving a hand to grab hold of her cheek as she attempted to bury her face deeper into her knees, lifting her head up before holding her chin, he could so easily damage her, lurch her body bruise her flesh even tear it from her muscles as he looked at her, her eyes were red and puffy as water and tears ran down her cheeks, he could see the dread in her eyes himself reflected in them the fear in her face and the quivering of her lips. He moved his hand, tilting her head to observe her. Humans had such fascinating faces with an array of possibility in expression it was just a case that most of them, no, all of them really were so ugly in their existence. He'd only ever known one person to have a face that was beautiful…

She whimpered quietly under the intensity of his gaze and he had to fight to not grin. She was starting to shiver now as the cold crept in. He could see just slightly on her side the black scar that was now left behind from the earlier attack and he saw her hand move to try to hide it as his eyes roamed back to her face.

"You're not immune to catching earth illnesses here even if you are digital,"

He spoke casually as his hand pulled from her face.

"You'll catch a cold if you stay there."

He stood as he pulled a towel off of a hanging rack holding it towards her as his head turned away. He needed to keep her mind fragile, keep her confused; it'd be easier to put her back under if she wasn't fighting him so he wouldn't give her a reason to.

"What happened…?" her voice was very small and quivered as he felt her take the towel from his hand, inside his body his many mouths twisted into sadistic grins but his human guise remained neutral. How broken she must be.

"Oh, can you not recall?"

He had to be tactful, if she caught him out in a lie she might start fighting and release Kelpymon from it's corrupt state which would really mess up his plans. She shook her head even if he couldn't see as she wrapped the towel around her form moving to hold the black scar on her side, her head was so heavy and full of fog, she remembers it hurt it hurt, but right now it didn't, she'd expected his horrid corrupting virus matter to be destroying her from the inside.

"Did…did you do this?"

"I did the best I could to fix your wounds if that's what you mean, but I was not the one to inflict them. I hadn't anticipated the others finally following you here, or them making it here so quickly."

He could sense her energy levels increase a low excited surprise.

"I must say I did expect them to try to help you with some,"

He waved a hand casually,

"familial love is magic nonsense."

He felt her emotions drop,

"to mutilate your own sibling though…"

His tone drifted in a thoughtful manner as he sensed her body grow tense with bubbling anxiety,

"I'd expected them to try to free you, I had a plan for that situation. I figured well they'll try to bring her to the light or something or other, and if they succeed that just gives me more fun. And then your blood was shed."

He slowly turned his head to regard her, he could see her eyes still red from crying had lost any previous glimmer or spark, he put on an expression of sympathy.

"They didn't stop to think, or try to understand… for all my planning, I was left baffled…"

He could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, the way her breathing was struggled as she tried to keep it level and failed. He moved casually, taking a hand towel and bringing it to her face slowly, she flinched just slightly as he started dabbing away the tears that had started to fall again from her sad little eyes. He heard her choke a soft gasp hiccuping as her tears fell, he cooed a gentle "shh" continuing to wipe away her tears.

"Now now sweet thing, there's no need for that, no need to waste anymore tears over them, you're safe again now."

She sniffled as she looked at him with her big confused eyes, he could already tell she was getting more confused, the lines between himself and the other who's face he stole becoming blurred, the memories of good and bad muddied and washing away making her head nice and hollow for him. He was still pleasantly surprised at just how impressionable and moldable her empathetic and traumatized little brain was, he knew just the right buttons to press.

"it is a shame you had to go through this traumatic event, many humans have done the same to me, tried to pull apart my data and find out how to destroy me, I thought they might be more sympathetic to one of their own.. I should have known better.."

His voice twinged in a way of sadness and she touched his arm softly, her empathy just too deliciously stupid. He brought his hand to touch her hand giving it a pat in gratitude.

"Sweet little May,"

He could practically see her eyes briefly sparkle at the affection of his words.

"I will leave you to recover from the ordeal you went through, but I will not be far."

He took her hand to squeeze it before moving to let go, finding her trying desperately to keep hold of his hand for comfort following him as he pulled away. He had to stop his smile from becoming cruel.

"I won't let anymore harm come to you I promise, but you should stay here, you do need to rest. Let me take care of you."

He pulled his hand away and she stayed he could see her eyes showed the slight sense of lingering confusion and wonderment before her pupils dimmed slowly into comfortable empty numbness, her eyes lidded slowly as she finally slipped back into the dark comforting drowning puddle of her brain that swaddled soothed and killed her leaving behind her body for puppeteering. He sighed, wiping his hand off his sleeve casually as he left the vessel to take care of itself and tuck itself back to bed.

In some sick way it was a bit fun getting the chance to play with her again, she was such a soft broken little mouse now and it made for an interesting new dynamic. Maybe he could keep pressing keep nudging poking until it splintered her mind entirely? Make her fully dependent and loyal to him without his influence controlling her, like a lost little duck, now that would be quite the shock for the others. He's sure it wouldn't be that difficult, he did have the face of her old fancy and it was clearly causing confusion in her mind with their roles seemingly swapped. Her siblings the antagonists her old enemy, the one keeping her safe and her ex. He couldn't help chuckling, her ex didn't even know she was here and didn't know the hurt she felt over 'him'.

He couldn't wait to pull the blindfold from her eyes upon the completion of his plan. Reveal his lies to her that she was being used, that she was but a stupid pawn and easy target, feel her anguish, confusion, fear and complete and utter isolation at the sight of her burning planet. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he salivated at the thought of her terrified screams, her weak punches and kicks as he ripped into her flesh to take out the last human in a glorious feast. He had to wait of course but he could plan it at least, proud in himself for not just devouring her earlier but the spider had been satisfying enough. Though, maybe he should eat the other digidestined to… make her watch perhaps? Hm..so many options and he had plenty of time to decide.

[engelsschwert]

I shared a little too much about myself to my coworker and now he knows I'm not normal about Darkest Dungeon, oops.

[pilcrowd]

Silence!

[prints]

[darantha]

How to Spot AI images (Hopefully)

So, I did see GailyNovelry's excellent post on this (Link here), but saw that there also were some confusion and they were using a environment image as their example, so I thought I'd do a breakdown that was more character centric.

The key thing with AI images is that the program does not know what it is making. And, arguably, they thrive on that we are currently conditioned to not really look at things for too long before we hit that engagement button and/or just scroll onwards to whatever next the algorithm feeds us.

It's hard to fight that urge, I know, but if you just pause and look, you'll soon start spotting things that just do not make sense, and I don't just mean that the pretty booby elven fighter is sporting seven fingers on one hand. Those are the obvious things. I'll try to cover the general sort of artefacts that tend to tip me off to the fact that a image is generated rather than actually hand-made by someone making informed design decisions as opposed to trust what amounts to RNG. I think this is important as there's those who do not tag their images as AI generated, and try to scam people with commissions.

And, as the saying goes... The devil is in the details.

To start with I picked this image from deviantuser CeiEllem. At first glance, it looks... very impressive. Sharp looking elf lady with killer hair. 10/10 wish I could rock that haircolour.

But, it is AI generated. Aside from the general tell that is this hyper rendered, near photorealistic style that AI images often have, there's a lot of details that tips it off to just not having been made by a human who actually made the decisions.

Since AI is just working off patterns and not actual decisions, things like hair is a immediate giveaway that you're looking at a AI image.

(Deviantart users: daralyth, DavidZarn and lunayokai)

In all these three images you can see just how hair whisps off into weird nonsense shapes or even meld into the background or clothing. Because, again, the AI doesn't know what its doing, just working with shapes. Similarly, background elements that just stop and start randomly is a dead giveaway, like the tail in the first image.

As I've said, details is the key to spotting these images, and another giveaway is the sheer density of details that is just noise.

This is from users Rigtorok7, and the details are so noisy, absolutely miniscule in scale, and hypersharp, yet have no actual design to them. Artists imply details all the time. We don't render out every single nook and crevice, and since we actually know what we want the viewer to look at, we'll pull back and simplify things so you don't want to look at the big chunk of very noisy hair ornament or necklace instead of the face of the character.

For comparison, this is how it looks when I, personally, indulge in doing 'overdetailing' of something (because I am forever weak for painting jewelry).

BUT I want to stress that the key here isn't that detailing equals AI generated. The key is the lack of design choices IN the details. There's a lot of artists out there, and someone painting out all those nooks and crannies in something doesn't mean they are a AI user. This painting by Leighton is super detailed but you see the intent with all the details. You have a focus with the people in the boat and secondary read of the figure in the door, where the details are a lot more implied and less sharp.

AI can't do that, because AI isn't making any decisions.

I couldn't find any good example once I went looking, but if you're into fantasy art: look for people just holding weird 'swords'.

AI is rapidly evolving, so who knows how much this'll help in 3 months, but for now, this is how I spot things.

But, in the end, the biggest giveaway that someone is using an AI generator is that they've filled up page after page on deviantart/artstation/wherever in the past like... six to nine months, and often swing between wildly different styles. If you're unsure, look up the source of a image. Another clue can be generic 'untitled' or just 'elf lady' sort of titles, since someone uploading 30 images a week isn't going to make unique titles for each image.

Also, commissioners. ... you should ALWAYS get a sketch and progress image from a artist that you hire. My art directors would have my head on a plate if I didn't send them a rough sketch and progress shot before finalising the image.

[theminecraftbee]

Wait Second what is that post about verbal contracts? What happened? *confused noises*

on stream cleo said something about normally only having verbal contracts with artists they've worked with and i very loudly went "WHAT." and came here to yell into the void about how contracts protect both parties in a monetary transaction please i promise they aren't for scary lawyers only please,

[constantmourning]

Could I ask for hcs or a little fic on Zoro or Mihawk accidently walk in on the reader masturbating? - ///- only if you're comfy with that of course

SORRY I'VE BEEN MIA! WORK HAS ME STRESSING LMAO!

I decided to go ahead and do headcanons for both (separately)!

I took artistic liberties with this and hope you don't mind! I changed it slightly, having them walk in on reader whilst moaning their name. Thanks so much for this request! I wanna do headcanons like this for everyone now...

ANYWAY!! This is 18+!

Zoro

You were all alone on the ship. Or so you thought.

You were absurdly horny and needed to rub one out, so you did.

It was normal at first, really. You were trying to be quiet and muffle your noises if you made any.

When thinking about how no one was on the ship, you grew louder. You bucked into your hand and let out a loud groan.

Poor Zoro didn’t hear the noises you were initially muffling. He came on the ship to check on you and oh boy was he in for a surprise.

As soon as you orgasm and moaned out his name, he opened your door.

You were left screaming in terror when you heard him gasp.

“NO!” You screamed and launched a pillow his way.

He was frozen. Until the pillow hit him. Was genuinely confused for like two seconds. You were masturbating to him?? Shocker! He didn’t know you liked him that way.

He stepped out of your room and closed your door, leaning against it once it was closed.

He was letting you gather yourself. And when you did, all you could do was groan and stand from your bed.

You knew he was still on the other side so you apologized, feeling horrible for the situation even happening.

“It’s okay,” You could hear him starting to talk off, “next time, if you need help let me know.” You could hear his smile.

You were stunned. Too stunned to move. He was off the ship by the time you processed his words. You were going to have to take him up on his offer.

Mihawk

Mihawk had left for God knows what and you were left alone.

He had been gone a couple days and you had so much pent up sexual frustration you needed to get it out.

So you did just that. You were naked, lying in your bed, using your hand to pleasure yourself.

You weren't sure when Mihawk was returning, but at that moment you did not care. You were desperate.

Your hands really weren't cutting it honestly. But, at the time, it was all you had.

You were new to working with Mihawk and never had time to get anything to help you with your non-existent sex life since joining him.

You were reaching your third orgasm and without thinking, you moaned out for Mihawk. His name fell from your lips, desperate and hot.

"Oh." Mihawk had opened your door.

You were sure you had never screamed so loud in your life. You scrambled to cover up as Mihawk just stood there.

"You're back?!" Your voice cracked horribly and you wanted to cry.

Mihawk, while expressionless, nodded. "I wanted to let you know."

You nodded back. "Yes, okay. You can leave now."

"You were thinking about me."

You blinked a couple times, processing everything. It was a statement, and you could not deny it either. He has just witnessed you moaning his name while you were masturbating.

You started to babble, still covered up with a pillow. You apologized profusely. Mihawk’s facial expression did not change.

“I want to watch you next time.” He turned around and walked out.

You had never chased after a man so fast in your life.

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

PLEASE can you imagine Leon having a younger girlfriend (like 24ish) who can sleep everywhere. Imagine him coming home and freaking out because he can’t find her while she is literally sleeping in the bathtub.

HELP OKAY WAIT

gender neutral reader x older grumpy leon

no smut just somewhat domestic Leon

older leon has a stay at home artistic partner it’s canon it is.

I LOVE DOMESTIC LEONNNNN

Everytime he comes home you’re by the door. Waiting for him with that wide smile on your pretty face. It always calms him even after the most stressful day in the office. The sound of the door unlocking echos the apartment and when he swings open the door it’s pitch black almost, the hallway dimly lit by a burnt out candle that is going to die out in minutes. Leon’s eyebrows raise in confusion as he turns his body looking to see if maybe you fell asleep in the living room.

He even peaks into your office, his hand reaching for the light switch just to see it extremely messy, paint all over the paper bags on the ground and your canvas still drying. The sounds of his steps echoed through the hallway as he stepped on the hardwood floor before he pushed open the bedroom door, expecting you to either be awake reading a book or asleep on your shared bed. To his surprise the bed is perfectly made, the pillows still intact. He reached for his phone in his back pocket, scrolling for your contact then pressing the phone to his ear. His whole body turns as he hears the noise of your ringer going off in the bathroom, his eyes glancing over to see the bathroom door shut but the light on.

His hand pulls down at the door knob, opening it slowly in case you were changing or something, his eyes looking in the mirror hoping to see your reflection but- nothing. He swung open the door in a now panicked state because he couldn’t find you anywhere at all but his eyes look down, a loud sigh leaving his lips as you lay in a tub of dying bubbles and cold water

“What?”

He mumbled rubbing his temple before he leaned down, forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck as he scooped your legs up, groaning as he lifted you into his arms. And of course it didn’t phase you, your head leaning back, mouth wide open.

“To old for this..”

He grumbles moodily as he walks towards the bed, sitting you up, your hands reaching for your eyes as you rub them.

“Le?”

You mumble the nickname he loves so much as he nods his head, walking back to you with some underwear and one of shirts.

“Hey sleepy head, arms up.”

You yawn, confused as you put your arms up, Leon tugging his shirt onto you. You looked so cute, half asleep looking around all lost.

“Cmon’ stand up for me.”

Leon speaks as he helps you stand, lifting your legs one by one before tugging the underwear up your legs.

“Shit.. so sorry baby, was gonna make you dinner after my bath..”

You frown up at him, eyes hazy. Leon shakes his head as he allows you to sit back down. His lips press against the top of your head as he pulls back the comforter, watching you crawl into the bed. He steps out of his shoes, still in his work clothes but he doesn’t care. He crawls into the bed lying next to you, nuzzling his face in your hair, smiling at the slight wetness of it.

“Make me breakfast when we wake up to make it up to me.”

[bitchslappin]

Figure Studies

 

Summary: Joel let's his you paint him like one of your French girls (kind of not really).

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, no implied age gap but do what you want, sexual tension, voyeur to some degree, exhibitionism kind of, M masturbation, overstimulation a little bit, fluff for sure, Joel's so in love, idk the tags make it sound lame lol

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“Quit starin’ at me. It’s creepy.”

   Joel’s voice is gruff. He’s bent over the dining room table, summer evening sun streaming in through the kitchen window. He’s cleaning his rifle. It’s been too long, he hasn’t been keeping on top of it, it’s been long enough since he’s had to use it. He’s been at it for the better part of an hour, stripped down to his t-shirt, hands covered in a layer of gun oil, sweat starting to bead on his neck from where the sun’s been resting. His girlfriend is standing in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, leaning on the doorframe, just watching him. She’d been down at the Tipsy Bison most of the morning, helping Maria draw up plans for the community garden expansion. Ellie is… well Joel doesn’t actually know. She hasn’t been home since last night. But she tends to couch hop around Jackson these days, and Joel can’t say he’s mad for the alone time while she bothers other people for once. 

   “Can’t help it.” She tells him with a slight grin as she cocks her head to the side, studying him. “You look so good right now.”

   Joel snorts and flicks his eyes to her, annoyed. “Yeah, right. Sweaty and greasy and angry. What a good look.” He snarks.

   He doesn’t have to see her roll her eyes, he can feel it. She walks in slowly. “‘M serious Joel. You look good.” She murmurs softly. She’s not teasing him this time, or even really flirting, her tone low and sincere. 

   He finally looks up at her then, pausing what he’s doing. His breath sticks in this throat a little bit. Even after years together, he’s not good at this. Accepting genuine compliments in a neutral setting. He’s gotten better at the flirting, and he’s more willing to give up some control in the bedroom, but this kind of thing? The softness? He’s still a little shy about it. He just shakes his head at her and says nothing. He won’t argue with her, but he doesn’t know what to say. He turns back to his task, wiping the stock of the rifle, trying to hide the tremor in his fingers. 

   She sits down next to him, pulling her legs up onto the chair and leaning her elbow on the table, her head in her hands. She watches him silently for a little while, and it’s easy for him to fall back into the rhythm of cleaning, zoning out a bit as he works. As he finishes up, fitting the pieces back into place, she interrupts the silence.

   “Can I draw you?” She asks quietly. He looks up at her with a furrowed brow. She’s quite the artist, always sketching and even painting when she has the time. One of her new friends had somehow gotten her a set of oil paints for her birthday, and Joel loved to sit for hours and watch her paint. She’s sketched him plenty of times. He’s seen some of them because she’s shown them to him, some because he spied them over her shoulder. But she’s never asked before. 

   “You… what, now?” He asks as his brows knit together in surprise. She just shakes her head with a smile. “Yeah now. Come on, please?”

   Goddamn him he can never resist that look on her face. Sweeter than sugar. He grumbles. “Fine fine…” He rolls his eyes as she smiles in triumph. “Where d’you want me?” 

   She stands and drags him by the hand into the living room, grabbing her sketchbook off the coffee table. The light is pouring into the living room as she pushes the curtains open. “Go sit on the couch. Just get comfy.” She tells him. He huffs about it but he goes to sit on the couch, groaning, when she turns back and makes a surprised noise. 

   “What are you doing?” She asks, an eyebrow raised in confusion. He’s hovering, halfway to sitting, and he frowns at her. “You told me to sit on the couch…?”

   She makes a noise in the back of her throat and pushes on her shoulder as she goes to sit on the coffee table in front of him, sketchbook on her lap. “You gotta undress first.”

   “What??” His lips part in shock and his eyebrows shoot up. “Fuck’re you talkin’ about?”

   She rolls her eyes and sighs. “Come on Joel, please? I haven’t ever been able to do real figure studies. Please?” She’s not teasing anymore, not trying to push his buttons. She’s genuinely asking. She’d always told him that when she was little, she’d dreamed about going to art school in a big city, sketching figure models for hours. But then of course… well you know what happened. He hovers there for a minute. It’s not like she hasn’t seen it before. Hell sometimes he feels like they see each other naked more than clothed. But it’s not the same. This is more exposed, in the sunlight, with her just staring at him. 

   “Can I just… just take my shirt off?” He asks with a nervous chuckle. He meets her gaze and he can see the slight of disappointment there, though she nods and gives him a smile. “Sure Joel, that’s fine.”

   He pulls the shirt over his head and hesitates, watching her face as she flips to a clean page in her sketchbook, twirling her hair up onto the back of her head and pinning it in place with a pencil. The sunlight makes all of her look golden, the strand of hair that escapes down her neck, the freckles on her cheeks… she’s glowing and he is powerless but to give her everything. Even something he thinks is silly. He huffs and commits, unbuttoning his pants and shoving everything down like he’s annoyed, but he’s really just nervous for some reason, and flops back on the couch. He shifts a little as she gazes at him. It feels different from when they’re in bed, the way she’s looking at him now. Now, she’s looking at him like a specimen, like something to study. 

   “So… how should I sit?” He asks nervously, scratching the back of his neck. Her gaze seems to shift suddenly and her eyes get softer as she smiles at him. She sets her sketch book aside and comes over to maneuver him, her brow furrowed in concentration. She pushes him to lean back, muttering “get comfy” to him softly. He leans back, one arm instinctively going to the back of the couch, his legs falling open comfortably. She smiles at him and adjusts his arm resting on the couch, moving his hand this way and that until she likes the angle. She moves to his legs then, her hands are warm and sure as she pushes at his knees, his thighs, adjusting them a little wider. He lets out a slow breath, trying to keep his cool. ‘This is for art, that’s it’ he tells himself. But then she takes his other arm, adjusting it across his body, placing his hand over his cock, already semi hard from her attention. He bluescreens for a second, looking up at her with wide shocked eyes. She just arches an eyebrow at him.

   “This okay?” She asks, her hands hovering and ready to move him if she needs to. He looks down at himself for a half a second before back up to her. ‘Be cool, Joel. Be cool’ he tells himself and clears his throat. 

   “Yeah. Yeah it’s… it’s fine.” He nods. She smiles brightly then and leans to peck a quick kiss on his lips, before moving back to the table to pick up her sketchbook. 

   She quickly gets lost in the drawing, holding her book on her knees, her pencil skritching on the paper softly. Her focus on him is intense, almost like she’s not really seeing him, she’s looking through him. For a while, he just watches her, fascinated. The way her brow is furrowed in focus, and the way her eyes move rapidly as she flicks her gaze between him and the paper. It seems silly to think but he finds himself feeling like he’s never seen her so… intimately. There’s something about the demeanor she has while she’s creating. He feels that way when he watches her paint, too, but he’s usually sitting behind her then, watching the colors take shape, looking at the landscapes with her. He’s never been the subject. He watches her fingers, delicate to him, though she might argue after the years of post-outbreak turmoil, as she uses her pencil like a magic wand. The movement of her hands is mesmerizing, the way the light catches her skin…

    It doesn’t take long for him to start getting hot under the figurative collar. ‘Stupid caveman brain’ he thinks to himself. He can’t help it. She’s so beautiful and she's looking at him like that and he feels so… vulnerable. He tries to stay still, to hold the pose, as he starts to harden under his palm. The couch under him, the sun streaming in, his hand on himself… everything is sticky and warm and his hard is beating faster. He shifts a bit in his seat, trying to hide it, to stay still for her, but catches the way he shudders as he slides against his sweaty palm. She’s doing some shading and doesn’t even look up from her paper when she breaks the silence in a low voice. 

   “Do you want to touch yourself?” She asks softly, her gaze fixed on the drawing. His head snaps up and his eyes dart around for a minute like he thinks she’ll be talking to someone else. He clears his throat.

   “Wh-what?” 

   She looks back up at him then. Her face is open, almost confused at his confusion. “Do you want to…” She gestures with her pencil at where his hand rests covering himself, speaking matter-of-factly. He glances down at his hand, curled around his hard dick. His brain still can’t process fast enough and he looks back up at her, just staring for a minute. 

   “Do you want me to?” Is what eventually spills out of his mouth. He swallows thickly as he keeps her gaze, a flush burning on the back of his neck. He’s never done anything like that before, not like this with her fully clothed and sitting five feet away from him. She smiles at him softly, the sweet look on her face is making him feel fuzzy and warm and he squirms a little bit, trying not to gasp at the friction against his palm. She nods after a beat.

   “Yeah honey, you should.” She says simply, sitting back again and picking up her pencil. She continues sketching like it’s a simple as that, but he feels caught in limbo. He doesn’t do anything at first, just sitting there with his hand curled around his cock, in the same position she put him in, a blush burning hot on his cheeks. She looks up at him for an extra beat before nodding her head at him. It’s like a signal and he jolts into action, sliding his hand loosely over his cock. 

   It feels… way better than it should and his eyes slip closed for a second, his breath hitching in his throat. Maybe it’s the build up, maybe it’s the heat in the room, or maybe it’s just the way she’s staring at him and how easy he is for her… He keeps his fist loose at first, but quickly tightens it as the movements become slick and easy, his arousal spiking. His head drops back against the back of the couch as he starts to lose himself in the movement until her voice cuts through his foggy mind.

   “Hold your pose please.” She asks firmly, her voice low. He snaps his head up and finds her eyes trained on him, his breath stuttering. She arches an eyebrow at him seriously. “I’m not finished with my drawing. Wait until I’m done.”

   The tone of her voice, the command to wait… it’s like flames licking up his spine and he barely suppresses a whine, his eyes squeezing closed. His hand is still sliding over his cock, slick with his steadily dripping arousal. She’s nearly ignoring him and it makes him feel hotter, desperate. 

   “Sugar…!” He whines. “I don’t think I can… I’m..” 

   She looks up at him again, her stern expression making him choke. 

   “You can.” She says firmly. It’s a little encouraging, a little humiliating. “Just five more minutes.” 

   He groans but finds himself nodding. She’s not usually so direct and it’s lighting a fire in his belly. He should slow down, back off a bit, but he can’t. It feels too good as he watches her pencil gliding over the page. His hips roll off the couch just barely, trying to meet the rhythm of his hand, and she either doesn’t notice, or more likely she doesn’t stop him. He’s whining through his teeth as he holds onto that knife's edge, he can’t help it. 

   “Sugar… baby…” he mutters softly, sweat dripping down the back of his neck, his mouth hanging open as he fixes his gaze on her. Maybe it’s the tone in his voice, the needy way he calls to her, or maybe she really is done, but she sets her sketch book aside, putting her pencil down, before leaning back on her hands casually. 

   “Go on then.” She tells him softly, and he breaks. The moan that tumbles out of his mouth would be embarrassing if he could hear it, but the static fills his ears as he comes hard all over his stomach. With his head tossed back against the couch, he doesn’t see the hungry look on her face, or the way she moves off the couch and kneels in front of him. He works himself through the high, his hand starting to slow and his chest heaving when she pushes his hand away, taking him in her own. He gasps sharply and looks down at her. 

   “Baby wha..?” He stutters out as she starts to stroke him firmly. She just smiles at him, leaning in to kiss his inner thigh as she works him over. Her grip is tight and slick, hot from her skin being in the sun, much smoother than his own hand, and he moans brokenly through the oversensitivity, squirming in her grip. “J-jesus baby.. Y-you…” He stutters out between sharp chirping breaths, his eyes rolling back in his head. 

   Eventually she slows her hand as he starts to soften, her movements still firm but stilling. She holds him until his breathing has calmed down. And he looks down at her. “What the fuck was that?” He asks, his voice raspy. She just laughs and shrugs. 

   “You just looked so pretty, I wanted to join in.” She tells him as she leans her head on his thigh.

   He blushes hotly and looks away for a minute. The afternoon has left him feeling vulnerable, but also syrupy and soft, better than he has in a long time.

   “I… you…” He looks back down at her before huffing in frustration. “Just get up here.” She mutters and grabs her by the elbows, manhandling her into his lap as she laughs. He drags her in for a kiss, hot and lush, before flipping her over onto the couch, looming over her.

   “My turn.”

[foxxthenerd]

CHOSO BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

Choso x Gn!Reader

synopsis: Just some headcanons! College AU :)

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, NOT PROOFREAD

The most loyal and loving boyfriend you could POSSIBLY ask for

He is so sweet and caring despite what everyone around you may think… he had always been an outcast, not being acknowledged by many people

BUT THEN HE MET U and oh my goodness

He probably met you in a science course where you were assigned as lab partners, if you’re not a science person probably a group project

As the professor was calling out names and he got to yours Choso was confused (he had mo clue who you were) (he dismisses everyone but his brothers)

When he first laid eyes on you he didn’t care but when he got to know you he actually started to

just a lil

(he was in denial)

Oh he was soooo in love. Literally got butterflies whenever he saw you and your perfect smile that greeted him every single day

Always had a barely noticable blush on his cheeks when he talked to you

Literally EVERYONE in class could tell he had a little (huge. colossal. gigantic.) crush on you

His confession was really low key

probably led you to a secluded area during your lunch period and was super straight forward but also shy

if you accepted, hes the happiest man on earth

if you didn’t, what the hell is wrong with you?

once you figure things out and get in a relationship he is THE BEST. #1 Boyfriend award goes to him

He is SO affectionate. Like if he ever sees you reading or playing a game (LITERALLY DOING ANYTHING) he will sit by you, grab you by the hips, gently pull you into his lap, and bury his nose into your hair or your neck

once he fell asleep doing that

it took you 10 minutes to pry him off

If you’re not staying over at his dorm for the night, you two ALWAYS face time at night

If you have trouble sleeping he lulls you to sleep with his soft and deep voice

if you sleep on call he will stare at you with a lovestruck look for a few minutes before hanging up just in case there’s any background noise (he doesnt want to wake you up)

If you ARE staying over for the night he cherishes every second with you. He likes being the big spoon or holding you close to his chest

At uni he will always walk with you to the main building

waits for you outside of your class doors, drops you off, leaves you with a hug or a kiss (people around are disgusted) (you make them feel single)

during your lunch period you two will take a walk around campus, sit in the grass if you feel like it

LOVES IT when you ask him about all the bands and music artists he likes. gives you his second earbud so you two can listen to music while you cuddle

you two are always open to trying out the other’s interests

Don’t like hard rock music? you listen to it for him, he knows you may not like it but you insist that you’ll listen just for him

WATCH MOVIES TOGETHER!!! bonus points if its a really bad movie

you two will laugh together at how terrible the movie is. he will point out every little flaw or dumb decision a character makes and you’ll agree with him

you do this in movie theaters too and got kicked out once (its ok, you two made out in the parking lot)

SPEAKING OF MAKING OUT

shy kisser. shy kisser but once he gets into it he’s passionate.

kisses you every chance he gets

you pass by him in the hallway? pulls you in for a kiss and walks you to your next class even if it makes him late

if any poor soul decides to look out the windows of the cafeteria during lunch there’s an 85% chance they will see you two kissing outside

EVERYONE knows of your relationship

you two make single people so jealous

they want what you guys have

Every year you are together he buys you a bracelet for your anniversary

the first year he bought you a bracelet rack and promised you that every year he will give you a bracelet for every year you’ve been together

be afraid. he will still do it no matter how long your relationship lasts.

fantasizes about marrying you

lowkey the type to fantasize while kicking his feet and giggling at the thought of you getting married, starting a family

one time when you were going on a date to a casual restaurant, Choso noticed someone nearby and froze, trying to hide himself before the person sees you two

he fails

“Oh, hey bro!”

“Hey, Yuji…I didnt see you there…haha…”

His little half-brother Yuji Itadori hanging out with his friends at the SAME RESTAURANT

the two friends (megumi and nobara) (mostly nobara, but megumi insists a tiny but too) beg to sit with you two as they never met their buddy’s brother!! so you and Choso find yourself stuck in the chaos that is their little friend circle

they ask you two sooo many questions

Choso wishes he chose to sit NEXT to you instead of across from you because he just wants to bury his head into the crevice of your neck to drown all the noise out

Pretend you aren’t feeling well so you two can escape

when you two get to campus he leads you straight to his dorm and cuddles you in bed

the loudness of their group overwhelmed him and he just wanted to hold you

he doesnt like big crowds so if you find yourself in one hold him tight plssssss

as you two drift off into a deep slumber he whispers sweet nothings in your ear about how stunning you are, how much he loves you, how much he appreciates you

sooo clingy when you two are sleeping

if you wake up before him, good luck

PLAY WITH HIS HAIR!!! he usually has it tied up at school but when he gets home he takes it down and he LOVES when you play with it though he will never admit it

if you’re ever feeling unwell he’ll urge you to lay down and do EVERYTHING for you

if you have homework he’ll do it for you and tell you to erase and replace all he wrote with your handwriting

if you’re hungry he’ll cook for you no matter how good he is at it

if you’re unwell because of a sickness he’ll lay next to you and kiss you anyway even if its contagious

best boyfriend. 10/10.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Okay but what about reader giving Xavier a necklace with her initial on it…

Wednesday twin!Reader

I've done this scenario a few times for other characters/fandoms, but only the situation reversed (where reader is the one wearing the necklace)

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After seeing him, you didn't want to look at anything else.

Enid was giving you and Wednesday a quick tour of the school after your arrival. She showed you the library, the dining area, where to go to class and, lastly, the quad — which was a pentagon, as your sister had flatly pointed out. Enid had not been amused by Wednesday's humor and chose to ignore her and continuing her tour, insisted on giving you a wikia on Nevermore's social seats.

As the blonde was expanding about the clics and Bianca Barclay, your eyes fell on the tall boy on the other side of the quad and they wouldn't leave him. The world around you turned into a white noise, a mere echo, as you gave your whole attention to the stranger. You were completely entranced by him. His hair was tied back as he effortlessly painted a raven on a school wall.

''—used to date our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe,'' Enid explained, and, as if on cue, the boy — Xavier — looked over his shoulder, finally giving you a good picture of his face.

A sharp jawline sliding into a pointed chin, Cheshire cat green eyes and the beautiful and full pink lips. You felt like throwing up as the words crossed your mind, but he had the face of an angel.

He raised his hand over the painting, making you very confused. Until now, you didn't know Nevermore's outcasts had powers. The artwork followed his hand movement, the wings of the raven coming to life and sending your heart in a twirl, in complete awe at everything this boy was.

At that moment, you wondered if that's how your parents felt when they first saw each other. The tight feeling in the chest and the inability to look away. You wanted to cross the quad and compliment Xavier on his artwork and talent or simply introduce yourself — get any kind of interaction with him —, but another boy pulled you out of your bubble. This one had a whole den of snakes hidden underneath his beanie.

Before coming to Nevermore, you had never batted a lash at any boys, but for some reason Wednesday couldn't fathom or indulge, you had a special interest for Xavier.

''What do you find in him?'' she asked from her bed, reading her copy of Frankenstein. She had read it so many times that the spine was cracked and duck-taped.

A smile curled on your face, your mind drifting to Xavier.

Although he was very handsome, your attraction didn't stop there. It was more than his look. It was the way he carried himself, his posture and effortlessly elegant demeanor, the way he spoke about things he was passionate about, the shy dimpled smile he always reserved for you, the way he gave you his undivided attention when he's talking to someone, the subtle acts of romanticism like that one time he got you that specific shade of rose that's really hard to find and expensive just because it was your favorite.

''I'm afraid the list would exceed the level of disgust you can handle in one day, dear sister,'' you replied.

''Do test me. I might enjoy myself.''

You loved him in a way you couldn't explain. He made you see life in colors, painting a golden light over your natural darkness.

The hour was late as you wandered to the boys’ dormitory, ducking into alcoves and being as quiet as the dead on your way to Xavier’s dorm. He didn’t know you were coming, but Thing had seen him returning from his nightly run through Wednesday's window so you knew he was there.

You did your special knock and when the door opened, Xavier grabbed your shoulder and pulled you inside, quickly closing behind you. You couldn't be on the boys' floors. The rules were very strict concerning the dormitories and the consequences would be severe if caught.

‘’What are you doing here? I thought you were spending the night celebrating your birthday with Wednesday.’’ Xavier reached for your hand, pulling you close to him. His hair was released from its usual hair-tie and damp from the shower he must’ve had after his run.

‘’It appears she has blown me off,’’ you explained with a tinge of bitterness. ‘’Only Thing was in her dorm when I let myself in and refused to tell me where she had gone. My suspicions are, she is raising dark forces and does not want mom and dad to know of her hellish doings.’’

Xavier frowned. ‘’Hellish doings?’’

''Séances. We have an altar in our living room at home.’’

You spoke so casually of dark magic that Xavier didn’t wish to know what else you and your parents did in your free time. It might be a little too spooky and kooky for him.

‘’I have something for you.’’ You pulled out a black velvet pouch from your jacket pocket. ‘’Open it.’’

Xavier took the pouch with a veil of confusion on his face. ‘’You got me a gift on your birthday?’’

‘’Open it, mon amour,’’ you pressed, equally excited and terrified to see his reaction.

Delicately, Xavier untied the loose knot and pulled the pouch open. He reached inside and took out a silver necklace. It wasn’t delicate and dainty like a woman's. The chain was thicker and the pendant was in the shape of a wax stamp with your initial on it.

‘’I found the pendant in a shop in town. I was looking for a present for Wednesday and it caught my eye through one of the glass shelves among other trinkets.’’

He observed the jewelry closely, then smiled at it. ‘’Like Y/N?’’

‘’Not because I own you,’’ you felt the need to add, ‘’but because I’m the only one who really knows you.’’

Xavier’s smile deepened, soft dimples poking. The smile he kept just for you. He unclasped the back of the necklace and you grabbed it from him, putting it on for him. A smile bloomed on your lips, seeing the pendant resting over his shirt as a mark of your love.

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[ntls-24722]

FNAF FANARTISTS!!!!!!!!!!! DJ MUSIC MAN AND MUSIC MAN ARE NOT THE SAME CHARACTER

many times, when fnaf artists are requested to draw music man/dj music man, they get them mixed up!!! which is reasonable!!!!!!! we know almost nothing about them, google mixes them up constantly, and a certain matpat meme has only made it more confusing!

They all have very similar faces, but they've got some staggering differences!!!!! so im detailing them and also giving some trivia/our known knowledge of them!!!

MUSIC MAN (FFPS)

The OG music man! He made his debut in FFPS/Pizzeria Simulator and makes another appearance in UCN. He is!!! weird!!

He's not built like a spider-centaur, he's literally like a minecraft creeper with a torso and a bunch of legs at the bottom.

He's got a design unlike any other fnaf animatronic, even deviating from the style of the human ones, though this is speculated to be because he seems to have design elements from enemies and bosses from Scott Cawthon's other game, The Desolate Hope.

He's described to have "something undesirable" inside him (it's never explained what) and in the Posh Pizzeria group he is the only one to have a liability risk at times - in UCN he's the only one of the posh pizzeria that can and will kill you. Also, weirdly enough, in UCN he's the only animatronic other than the original Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy to use the FNAF 1 scream. Despite being called Music Man, his gimmick in UCN is that he hates noise and you need to keep it down for him to not kill you - music also counts as noise for him.

He's voiced by Matthew Curtis, who also voices nightmare Balloon Boy, here are his lines for UCN!

DJ MUSIC MAN (Security Breach)

DJ Music Man! (Always abbreviated to DJMM in-game)

If MM is built like a creeper then DJ is built like a pig - he's Horizontal and looks more spider-y

There's even less info on him, but here goes:

He's a party host who makes up all of his music on the spot, but in between sessions he cleans around the Plex! The reason why he goes nuts and tries to kill Gregory is that he has an experimental but prohibited bouncer mode that was turned on, which is why he's chill afterwards. He also doesn't speak, unlike Music Man.

BONUS: WINDUP MUSIC MAN (Security Breach)

Windup Music Man!

Designwise they're almost identical to MM, but they look like they got microwaved and scraped across asphalt at mach 10. And also got a windup key stuck in their back. And TINY

Ingame they're described to be a prototype of Music Man that escaped the little museum part of the Plex, and that's all we really know. Other than that, their dynamic together is kind of comparable to a bunch of ants working together. They also JUMP and can be seen conversing/playing together.

ALSO: Those cymbals are not legs, they just have a really weird stance similar to actual tarantulas.

There's technically 394 Windup Music Men because the game randomly generates them from a collection of fucked up parts.

There's no height indication for Music Man but here's one for the security breach cast by @/musings-of-astromonster

happy music man-ing