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“ Could you do a Portia art thing where Nadia or MC are baking together and MC or Portia gets batter on their face? Maybe Portia with cake batter or whatever across her nose or cheek? “ - Asked by @vellichor01​

Portia and MC(Arya) decided to practice making cakes in the palace kitchens… Portia’s decorating skills have gotten out of hand but it’s hard to concentrate with a cute magician hugging you!

Arya is NON-BINARY and uses THEY/THEM pronouns.

Ladybug/Black Cat (You Are Here) | Bee/Fox/Turtle | Butterfly/Peacock

I thought I’d take up a project while stuck in my house so I’m drawing Felicie with the main seven miraculous. Here’s the first set and some notes:

Overall I thought it would be a fun design quirk to give each hero form a signature coat since I actually tend to draw Felicie with a specific kind of jacket outside the small fashion sketches I have that I should post eventually.

Luckybug

Luckybug was named both from how fun it is just to say and it fits Felicie’s nonbinary status.

Luckybug’s outfit was mostly designed for practicality but in particular I’m a fan on the white spots I added. It feels like it makes the blacks of the costume pop more.

The jacket is styled after a motorcycle jacket and a mid-drift jean jacket combo.

In disguised form, the earrings take on a simple black pearl like look.

Minouit

Minuoit’s name came about by smashing the word for kitty (minou) and midnight (minuit) together.

Since catsuits are pretty classic I kept it while adding a bit more I guess ‘fashion’ aspects like the crossed belts, the belt emblem and the thigh high boots. Also added some green highlight to break up the black. The tail is indeed long enough to drag on the ground and the heels are expressly for the ‘kitten heel’ joke and I refuse to apologize.

The coat is a belt clasped fur vest. It just seemed cozy and I’m a sucker for fur.

A part of me was so ready to ignore new prompts, but this one… how do i ignore this one.

A hunger unlike any other. Knifelike, razor-sharp. Puncturing its essence, stabbing it, slashing it, cutting right through it as fifteen mouths scream in agony and frustration.

And envy. They envy mouth number sixteen; the one that got a taste, the one that closed around the prey. Mouth number sixteen has remained shut since that moment, tasting and recalling the prey over and over again like a fever dream. A sliver of time, eternally frozen in the lucky maw.

Sometimes the being wishes it hadn’t been able to savor the prey at all: it feels like a curse, being able to recall that moment of pure ecstasy so perfectly only to wake up in a cold, empty reality in which its forever hungry and enraged. Oftentimes one single mantra keeps it going: the prey, the prey, the prey…

If you go into the woods today you better run…. RUN!

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