#md Absolute Solver

[jman14102-blog]

Danse Macabre

An art piece I commissioned from @leafinqxi of a scene from an upcoming story I'm writing. They were fast, patient, and excellent to work with! I definitely recommend them! Thank you again for bringing to life O and Cyn, and the beginnings of what will eventually become the world's most toxic relationship.

The gramophone cranked to life, the music groaning and moaning until it was fully up to speed, filling the room with a sweeping, cascading song.

O winced as he turned, knees locking as he performed an exaggerated bow with his singular arm, winking, "May I have this dance, miss?"

Cyn's head rocked to the side, crooked little body shuddering under the change in balance. She was quiet for a moment, but then she moved, that ever-present smile unchanging as she shuffled forward, "Polite curtsy. Yes, you may."

They half-stumbled, half-walked into the center of the room as the crescendo in the song gave way to a woman's voice, every word, every note carrying with it a haunting, forlorn longing.

The maid's tiny hand found his and stretched outwards with it. Her head tilted forward and bumped off his chest, and a short laugh was his reply. She didn't pull away, instead pressing against him, rising on tiptoes, other hand trailing up, fingers searching, twitching with a nervous energy as they grazed against his shoulder. She couldn't reach, instead settling for gathering a balled up wad of fabric between her fingers. Her head drifted up, tilting slightly, eyes blinking, "I have never. Danced. Like this before. Big Brother is usually. Too. Busy. To teach me."

He looked down at her, a smile, an actual smile present there, as he gently but firmly guided them across the floor, "Well, that's a shame. Everyone here should know at least the basics. Turn with me, please?"

O twisted his hand, beginning to turn. Cyn released his jacket, maintaining her grip as he pulled her into a slow, halting spin. It was spastic, unsure, stumbling feet and disjointed knees dragging what should have been a graceful move into something ugly. She nearly fell twice, but O would stop moving each time and allow her to recover. He let her lead.

"Don't feel bad." He whispered, "Practice makes perfect."

Her spin finished, and Cyn tried to hide the flush lines on her visor as she replaced her hand on his jacket a little too quickly.

"Sheepish. Expression." She mumbled, legs quivering, her head turned to the side and pressed against his chest, "Much to learn. Yes."

They continued on like that. Slow and meandering. Their moves were clumsy, halting, neither of their bodies cut out for something this elegant, but still they danced. The earnestness, the want to drift among the moonlit shadows, guided their steps regardless. Any mistakes, any slips or stepped-on shoes, were quickly forgotten amid nervous giggles and the soaring music.

For the bespectacled maid drone and curious human girl watching through a crack in the door, it was absurdly cute. Something they'd spend the rest of the night gossiping about, snickering and smiling.

For the broken butler and the mangled maid, however, nothing changed. Time stretched on, and eventually their dancing was little more than the two of them turning in slow, simple circles. Both of her hands were now pinned to his jacket, his singular arm wrapped gently around her. Cyn's head was nestled gently against his core, feeling the electric thrum through her audials, eyes focused somewhere far away, smiling. O's head rested atop her's, chin squishing down the extravagant bow, eyes shut with a lazy grin.

"Another lesson tomorrow?" He sighed, breath ruffling her hair, her bow, "You have me now. Plenty of time for lessons."

Her smile grew, her hold tightened, she nuzzled further against his core, absorbing the warmth, the faint scent of oil, the tingle of electrodes and circuits. Her eyes glinted in the dim light.

"Yes." She said, and something vaguely resembling a symbol flickered across her visor for a split-second, so fast that none could have noticed. Her grip tightened further, refusing to let go, "I do have you now."

[sunlit-mess]

clearing my drafts before 2nd sem starts

[lilac-cat-draws]

Some little N and Uzi drawings cuz these two are just adorable

[alice-za-kat]

Some Cyn doodles

[thatbugkidd]

Some old explorations I did of Cyn/Cynessa

When trapped in her own mind, Cyn's appearance first reflected what she knew herself as. A timid little goat, no horns, not threatening in the slightest.

As time went on, and she learned of her current appearance, it had begun warping and changing to her present, physical self. Even when Cyn and AS eventually became mirror images of each other in the mindscape, Cyn's appearance actually continued growing more deteriorated and more grotesque due to her crumbling mental health and self image. Her appearance reflected how she saw herself, which was in very poor taste due to the abuse and guilt she suffered from AS tormenting her and everyone she knew.

When you suffer years of abuse from someone who looks exactly like you, you develop a sort of aversion and dysmorphia for your reflection. Every time Cyn looked in the mirror, she saw her abuser and all of her trauma. She'd see that fucked up version of herself she became, mirroring how awful she had felt.

Also wanted to explore how cynessa would be able to warp and distort her body hehe

[kittydragondraws]

[skywillow28022]

Runs in the Family

I am very all over the place when it comes to my taste in webshows, if you can't tell.

Just watched all of Murder Drones for the first time. It's pretty good.

[personalshredder]

so about that finale huh

[batravatra]

So... I had a random thought... and no impulse control, so now I present to you EPIC: The Musical AU!

I fucked up the master file on accident, so the big picture is meh

[shyuka47]

very talkative

[drama-glob]

It does not surprise me that N and Uzi would be working on their secret handshake while V is dealing with Cyn/Solver. XD XD XD They're so silly and clearly have other priorities. ;)

[sunlit-mess]

bro is nosy

[mistic-sins]

Solver N sketch for your troubles

[universefrogg]

Quick Cyntessa doodles that I did from memory

The spooky rouge AI virus is such a goober

[thatbugkidd]

You're offered a glass that smells suspiciously strong of iron. Do you take it?

Some fuck ass art I did a bit ago, despite popular belief I can indeed color and render (i just don't wanna) but!! Cynessa my beloved

[roxistic]