PIXAI 1st Anniversary:First Approach of 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

Today marks my one-year anniversary since joining PIXAI. 🎉✨💗💜 Looking back, this day last year was the very first day I joined PixAI. Back then, I stepped into this place with a little nervousness, a little excitement, and a heart full of curiosity, thinking to myself: “I want to enjoy lots and lots of Kamui Gakupo x Megurine Luka CP here!” 💗💜✨(๑>◡<๑) At first, I honestly thought that someone as stubborn as me, someone who has very fixed tastes and ships my favorite CP so seriously and passionately, probably wouldn’t be able to make many friends. After all, I really tend to dive completely into the worlds I love, and I can be very attached to my favorite characters, CPs, stories, and settings. (#IAmReallyStubborn #ButIShipThemVerySeriously) (｀・ω・´)💜💗 But somehow, before I knew it, a whole year had passed. During this year, I met so many people who were willing to understand me, accept me, create with me, listen to me share my thoughts, look at my works, and discuss characters and stories with me. For the me who had just joined PixAI back then, this was truly an unexpected and precious surprise. 🥹💗💜✨ I especially want to thank the friends who are willing to chat with me. Even though sometimes I only reply once or twice a day, or even reply once after several days when I’m really busy, you never dislike me for it. You still patiently chat with me, wait for my replies, and continue the conversation with me. QWQ 💗💜 Sometimes I really feel sorry about it, because it’s not that I don’t want to reply, and it’s definitely not that I don’t care. It’s just that I’m often so busy that I can only reply during small little pockets of free time. But you always say such warm things like, “It’s okay,” “Take your time,” or “Reply whenever you’re free.” Those words really make me feel so, so warm inside. ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡✨💗 Thank you for staying with me at your own pace, and thank you for accepting someone like me, who replies super slowly but truly treasures every conversation in my heart. Meeting all of you makes me feel incredibly lucky. 💗💜(つ≧▽≦)つ This year has been very special and very precious to me. Every day on PIXAI, I learned so much. Not only did I grow through my artworks, but I also slowly built up my sense of aesthetics, my understanding of prompts, my exploration of art styles, my character and story creation, and the way I turn the imagination in my head into actual images. 🌱✨💗💜 And today also holds another very special meaning for me. This artwork is the very first piece I made after joining PixAI. To me now, it is not just “my first image.” It feels more like a starting point, an important memory that records the time when I had just started exploring, trying, and learning how to use PixAI. 🥹💗💜 So, on this one-year anniversary, I wanted to recreate this first artwork using my current favorite art style. This time, I did not change the original prompt. I kept the very first words exactly as they were, and let them appear again through the style I love now. It feels like the me from one year ago and the me now are meeting each other across time. It is really meaningful and memorable. ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡✨💗💜 Looking at this recreated work gives me such a strange and wonderful feeling. The same prompt, the same starting point, but because of my current preferences, current aesthetics, and the experience I’ve gained over this past year, it has taken on a completely different appearance. It makes me realize even more clearly that I really have been moving forward and growing little by little. 🌟💗💜(ง •̀ω•́)ง Later, I will also recreate it again using the prompt I have currently revised. One version keeps the original prompt from the very beginning, as a way to remember where I started. The other version will use my current thoughts and understanding to reinterpret this very important first artwork. It feels like placing my past self and present self side by side and letting them have a conversation. I’m really looking forward to seeing how it turns out. ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ✨💗💜 When I first joined PixAI, everything felt new to me. A new platform, a new way of creating, new sources of inspiration, and new things to try. Every step felt like exploring, and also like rediscovering my own creative preferences. There were times when I felt uncertain, and times when I felt like I still wasn’t good enough. But because of all those experiences, I now treasure every creation, every attempt, and every little bit of progress even more. (*´꒳`*)💗💜✨ I also really, really want to thank everyone who gave me hearts, comments, encouragement, and support throughout this year. 🥹💗💜 Every heart, every comment, every response — I actually see them all, and I quietly keep them in my heart. For a creator, those little interactions are never something to take for granted. They give me the strength to feel, “Ah, someone likes this,” “Someone is looking forward to this,” and “The things I create are being seen.” I am truly, deeply, incredibly grateful to all of you. ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡✨💗💜 Thank you as well to everyone who has been willing to read the stories and novels I write. Whether you follow the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, or simply take the time to read the words I write, it means so much to me. I know everyone’s time is precious, so the fact that you are willing to stop and read my works, remember my characters, remember the storylines, and even look forward to what comes next truly touches me. Thank you for accompanying my characters through their stories, and thank you for patiently staying with me as I slowly write these imagined worlds into existence. (*´꒳`*)💗💜📖✨ Recently, some very thoughtful friends even noticed and came to ask me on DC why my replies to comments had become fewer, why sometimes the story didn’t continue updating, or why sometimes I posted fewer works than before. Thank you so much for noticing, and thank you for caring about me. Seeing that someone remembers, someone is waiting, and someone is willing to ask about me makes me feel both touched and a little sorry. 🥹🙏💗💜 The truth is, I got promoted this year. This is something I’m very happy and grateful about, but at the same time, it also means I have more responsibilities, more things to handle, and more challenges to learn from and adapt to at work. The time I can freely use for creating, replying to comments, organizing storylines, and writing novels has become much less than before. It’s not that I don’t want to reply, it’s not that I don’t want to update, and it’s definitely not that I have forgotten everyone. Sometimes, after finishing a busy day, I really just need some time to put myself back together. ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡💦💗 So if my replies have been slower lately, if I haven’t been able to reply to every comment, if my story updates have become less stable, or if my works have sometimes become fewer, I truly hope you can forgive me. I am still here, and I still treasure this place very much. I’m just slowly trying to find a new balance between work, life, and creation. Even if my update speed becomes slower, my love for creating has not changed. My passion for my characters and stories has not changed. And my gratitude toward all of you has definitely not changed. 🌷✨💗💜 I also want to especially thank the friends who keep inviting me to do OC collaborations. 💗💜 To be honest, I’m truly grateful that you think of me, that you invite me to create together, and that you are willing to let me work with your characters and stories. That trust is incredibly precious to me. 🥹✨ Especially after my promotion this year, my time has become more fragmented and harder to arrange. When work gets busy, my creative progress really becomes very, very slow. Honestly, if you collaborated with someone less busy, maybe the OC collab could be finished in two or three days, or around a week. But when you choose to collaborate with this super busy person — me — it often takes half a month, a whole month, or sometimes even longer, and it still might not be finished yet. (´；ω；｀)💦 Even so, you are still willing to wait patiently for me. You are still willing to slowly discuss settings with me, slowly build up the story, and slowly finish the work together. You never dislike me because my progress is too slow, and you never give up on the collaboration just because the wait is long. Every time I see you say things like, “It’s okay, just do it when you have time,” “Work is more important,” or “Take your time, no rush,” I feel genuinely moved. In a time when everything seems to value speed, being willing to wait is something truly precious. And you are willing to give that patience to me. That makes me feel so, so lucky. 🥹💗💜✨ I also want to especially thank the friends who were willing to make birthday celebration art for me. 🎂🎁💗💜 The fact that you spent your time and effort preparing birthday artworks for me really touched me deeply. Every birthday art piece, every blessing, and every carefully prepared surprise is not just a simple image to me. It is a precious, warm, and meaningful gift that I will always treasure. Being remembered and celebrated by all of you makes me feel so happy and so loved. Thank you for giving me your time and your feelings. I will cherish them properly. ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡✨💗💜 And I also want to thank everyone who joined my genderbend event project. 💗💜✨ Thank you for being willing to participate in this project with me, for letting the characters have different possibilities, and for joining this fun and special creative activity. Seeing everyone use different ideas, different styles, and different ways to interpret the characters truly made me very happy. I feel so lucky that this event was supported and joined by all of you. (๑>ᴗ<๑)💗💜 Whether it was chatting with me, doing OC collaborations, making birthday art, or joining the genderbend event project, these things are not just simple interactions, artworks, or activities to me. They are the many, many pieces of kindness and warmth I received during this year on PixAI. Thank you for creating with me. Thank you for waiting for me. Thank you for believing in me. And thank you for never disliking this super busy person who replies super slowly and whose progress is also unbelievably slow. I really, really, really appreciate all of you so much!!!!! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ 💗💜✨💗💜✨💗💜✨ I also want to thank myself from this past year. Thank you for not stopping. Thank you for continuing to try different styles. Thank you for continuing to create, revise, and move forward, even during the times when you felt your works were not good enough. This year may not have been perfect in every single moment, but every attempt left a trace, and every image brought me a little closer to the kind of style I love. 💫💗💜 On this one-year anniversary, my heart is truly full of gratitude. I’m grateful that I met PixAI. I’m grateful that I met the creative side of myself. I’m grateful for all the inspiration, attempts, failures, progress, and surprises from this year. And I’m grateful for this very first artwork, because when I look back on it one year later, I can clearly feel how much I have changed and grown along the way. 🌷✨💗💜 In the future, I will continue creating with my original passion, my gratitude, and my love for what I do. Maybe I won’t be as fast as before. Maybe sometimes I’ll need to slow down, rest a little, and organize myself again. But I will keep moving forward at my own pace. I hope I can continue exploring more art styles I love on PixAI, complete more works I want to create, and leave behind more moments worth remembering. (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧💗💜 Happy one-year anniversary since joining PIXAI. 🎉✨ Thank you to everyone who gave me hearts, comments, encouragement, support, invitations, patience, and companionship throughout this year. Meeting all of you is truly one of the most precious, gentle, and happiest things I have gained during this year on PixAI. Thank you for everything, and please continue to take care of me from now on too! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و 💗💜✨ 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 An Afternoon in Your Arms The afternoon sunlight was like golden silk gently torn into pieces, quietly spilling into the long hall of the old mansion. Megurine Luka sat on a chair by the window, her white dress bathed in a soft, warm glow. Her eyes were slightly lowered, and both of her hands rested gently on her knees. She looked calm, yet that faint hint of nervousness could not be completely hidden. Sitting beside her, Kamui Gakupo was quietly watching her. “Luka, you’re very quiet today.” When his low and gentle voice fell into the silence, Luka’s lashes trembled slightly. “...I’m just not used to it.” “Not used to this dress?” “Not only that.” Luka turned her head away, not quite looking at him. “I’m not used to you staring at me like this.” Hearing that, Gakupo’s lips slowly curved into a smile. “Then should I look away?” He said it seriously, yet there was a hint of deliberate teasing in his tone. Luka knew very well that he was teasing her, but she still could not stop the tips of her ears from turning faintly pink. “You know that’s not what I meant.” “Yes, I know.” Gakupo’s voice softened even more. “But I wanted to hear you say it yourself.” Luka pressed her lips together. In the end, she only let out a soft sigh. “You’re being very mean today.” “Only to you.” Those three simple words suddenly made the entire room fall silent. Outside the window, the wind brushed past the thin curtains, and light and shadow flowed slowly between them. Today, there was no audience, no stage lights, no applause. There was only the quiet afternoon, their breathing, and the feelings that had long been hidden within their songs but had never been spoken aloud. Gakupo’s hand rested lightly on the side of the chair, very close to Luka, yet not touching her. He simply stayed beside her at that gentle distance, as if waiting for her to be willing to come closer on her own. “Luka.” “Mm?” “May I have the first dance tonight?” Luka froze slightly. She looked at him, as if trying to confirm whether his words were a joke. But Gakupo’s gaze was serious, so serious that her heartbeat suddenly fell out of rhythm. “What if I refuse?” Gakupo gave a quiet laugh. “Then I’ll wait for the next dance.” “And if I refuse the next one too?” “Then the one after that.” “You’re going to keep waiting?” “Yes.” He looked at her, his voice as soft as a vow. “As long as it’s you, I can keep waiting.” Luka’s fingertips tightened slightly, gently gripping the fabric of her skirt. She suddenly remembered a long time ago, when they had first sung together. Back then, she had also sat beside him like this. At that time, she still did not understand why her heart would become so calm whenever she heard his voice beside her. It was not because she felt nothing. It was because she felt too safe. So safe that, as long as he was by her side, all her uneasiness, hesitation, and stubbornness could temporarily be put down. She lowered her head and said softly, “You’re always like this.” “Like what?” “You make it impossible for me to properly refuse you.” Gakupo’s smile deepened. “Then does that mean you’ve agreed?” Luka did not answer immediately. She only turned her gaze toward the window, though the tips of her ears were even redder than before. “Only one dance,” she added quietly. Gakupo’s eyes softened at once. “Yes, only one dance.” But both of them knew those words were not entirely true. The distant sound of the afternoon bell rang. Luka lifted her eyes toward Gakupo and happened to meet his warm, smiling gaze. “Gakupo.” “Mm?” “Tonight... you’re not allowed to step on my dress.” Gakupo paused for a moment, then could not help laughing softly. “As you wish, my princess.” Luka’s cheeks instantly flushed with a layer of pink, and she hurriedly looked away. “Who said I’m your princess...” As if trying to hide how shaken she was, she held the edge of the chair and stood up, intending to move a little farther away from him. But at that very moment, the hem of her white dress lightly caught on the chair leg. “Ah...!” Luka lost her balance before she could react. Gakupo instinctively reached out to support her waist, while his other hand braced against the side of the chair, steadying her protectively. But because they had already been so close, although she did not fall, she accidentally landed in his arms and gently sat on his lap. For a moment, the air seemed to stop. Luka froze completely. Her cheeks, already faintly red, became even hotter in an instant. Her hands were still tightly gripping her own skirt, and although she tried to appear calm, even her fingertips trembled slightly from nervousness. She could almost feel Gakupo’s breath near her ear, and she could hear her own heartbeat suddenly turning into a complete mess. “Ga—Gakupo...!” She tried to stay calm, but her voice was much more flustered than usual. Gakupo also paused in surprise. Then he immediately loosened the hand supporting her waist. “I’m sorry. Did I scare you? Are you hurt?” His voice no longer carried any teasing. It was filled with genuine concern. Luka had originally wanted to scold him, but when she heard those words, she froze for a moment. She lowered her head, her fingers still gripping her skirt. She knew she should stand up right away, yet because of this sudden closeness and his gentle concern, she could not move for a moment. “...No.” “That’s good.” Gakupo let out a quiet breath of relief. He did not urge her to get up. He only supported her carefully, as if afraid she might trip over her dress again. Luka’s heartbeat still had not calmed down. She was so close to him that she could clearly see herself reflected in his eyes. There was no teasing in those eyes, only gentleness, and a hint of affection that he could no longer hide. “You... stop looking.” “Why?” “Because I must look strange right now.” Gakupo laughed softly. “You don’t. You’re very cute.” Luka’s face turned even redder. “You really are mean...” “Only to you,” he said softly again. The same words as before, yet this time they left her with nowhere to escape. Luka pressed her lips together. After a long while, she finally said in a small voice, “...The first dance tonight still counts.” The smile in Gakupo’s eyes slowly softened. “Yes. I’ll be careful not to step on your dress.” The afternoon light quietly fell over them. Luka sat on his lap, blushing as she looked at him, her hands still resting helplessly on her skirt. Yet she still did not leave his embrace right away. And Gakupo simply gazed at her, his eyes so gentle that they seemed to hold an unfinished love song. Perhaps those words did not need to be spoken just yet. Because at that moment, the distance between them, the quiet sound of their breathing, and Luka’s heart that still refused to calm down had already spoken the answer for them. 💗💜✨ #PIXAI #PixAIAnniversary #OneYearOnPixAI #FirstArtwork #WhereItAllStarted #KamuiGakupo #MegurineLuka #KamuiGakupoXMegurineLuka #IShipThemVerySeriously #RecreatedWithMyCurrentFavoriteStyle #RecreatedWithoutChangingThePrompt #NextIWillRecreateItWithMyUpdatedPrompt #ThankYouForAllTheHeartsAndComments #ThankYouForReadingMyStoriesAndNovels #ThankYouForChattingWithMe #ThankYouForOCCollaborations #ThankYouForTheBirthdayArt #ThankYouForJoiningMyGenderbendEventProject #KeepCreating #KeepGrowing #HappyOneYearAnniversary