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imagineredwood · 1 day

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Daddy Yandere Chibs with A? Number 3?

I have a HUNGER for Daddy!!!

Summary: Chibs has honored your foolish wishes for a separation for the last month, but you still haven't come to your senses yet, so it's time for Daddy to bring you back home; by any means necessary.

Warnings: ...it's a yandere drabble 🧍🏻‍♀️ So stalking, manipulation, what could be perceived as emotional abuse because of the manipulation. As always, these are just for fun, not to be taken as a healthy or safe relationship. No means no and turning up at someone's work when they don't want you to or anywhere they're at for that matter is creepy af in real life!! Also daddy kink. I wrote it with somewhat of a big age gap in mind but it doesn't have to be read like that 💕

Also just as a reminder, since dark content isn’t for everyone, I don’t use the regular tag lists for these, only specific taglist for those who want to read the darker content. I wouldn’t want to expose someone that didn’t want to read it. So if you DO want to be tagged, let me know

"You shouldn't be here. This is my workplace. I don't have time for this."

Chibs didn't flinch as you rejected him, his stance relaxed as he leaned against the wall of your breakroom. He'd been dying to see you. He'd given you the space you had asked for, knowing that of course that wasn't what you truly wanted. But he'd given it to you anyway. You would see soon enough that being apart from him wasn't actually what you wanted at all. Yet it was going on a month now, and he had decided that enough was enough.

So he'd ridden over to your job to get you back and now here you were, acting as if you were simply too busy to speak to the man who had loved and protected you these last few years.

"Oh course ya do, Lass. You're on break. You've got,"

He made a show of looking down at his watch and calculating.

"Got 24 minutes left of break, I reckon."

You swallowed dryly, realizing that he did have a point. You took your break at the same time every day. You'd used that break to talk to him on the phone most days. Of course, he would remember. So you tried a different tactic.

"How did you even get in here? It's employees only back here."

The Son nodded, eyes warm as they regarded you, a hint of playful ridicule there as well.

"I've lived in this town a long while, love. Longer than you. All I had to do was ask."

He pulled off the wall then, standing at his full height, taking each slow step one at a time.

"Everyone knows me here. Knows us. All that yellin' about me being so controlling, yet you didn't tell your work to keep me out?"

You gulped as he stalked toward you, eyes on you every second.

"Didn't put me on some kinda list? Didn't tell them that if they saw me to call the cops? None of that?"

You stared at him as your heart pounded in your chest. He wouldn't hurt you; never. But you wouldn't put it past him to somehow manipulate you and the situation into ending with you giving him another chance. All if would take is the feeling of his hands, warm and loving as they caressed you, and your resolve would fall apart. And he knew as much.

You took one more step back and bumped against the wall, the giant silver fridge blocking you on one side, and Chibs arm coming up to block the other. You whimpered, willing yourself to be strong as the scent of leather, cologne, and cigarette smoke flooded your senses. It all smelled just exactly as you remembered and you ached for him, the stone you'd fortified around your heart beginning to crumble.

"Even with all the arguments and disagreements, you know you've always been safest with me. Safe, and at home. You've proven your point. It's time for you to come home with Daddy now, yeah?"

You hesitated for a moment before your head was nodding slowly of its own volition. The Son clicked his teeth and offered you a smile then, eyes trailing down your front. He brought a ringed finger up and traced down the valley of your breasts, eyes raking over you how a lion would a gazelle. His voice was low when he spoke again.

"Twenty minutes left."

"Huh?"

The sentence threw you off, your break no longer on your mind as you looked at him.

"You've got twenty minutes left before they start looking for you, so I've got time. You look delicious. I won't stop until I've dated every bite."

Dark fiction taglist

@whitetxilwxlf @kikijackson-blog @ben-c-group-therapy @ravennaortiz @mama-mischief

#sons of anarchy #imagines #sons of anarchy imagine #samcro #chibs telford x reader #chibs telford

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abouttofillhisshoes · 2 days

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ok so now that I’ve traumatised everyone I’m requesting 22 for mpind matty!!

I’m going to sleep let’s hope I don’t dream of ginger roots shaped like butt plugs because!! that would be horrible!! anyways mwah <3

-legend anon🩵

this is sooo old i hope u still wanna see it!! don't remind me of the figging thing im positively gagging and not in a good way. Anyways onto the actually blurb length blurb

22. "Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to."

wc: like 1k?? not much, that's for sure

content warnings: not really smut but also kinda, use of the word juxtaposition (soz guys), marking, exhibitionism, sub!Matty, teasing, jealous girlie, typical MPIND Matty cockiness

You're overreacting, you know you are. It's not that serious.

But it is.

Matty stands there, surrounded by people, all of them listening to him telling a story, hands moving erratically to emphasize his words, pausing to let people laugh at his crude humour every few seconds, most of them too drunk to even realise what he was talking about.

That wouldn't be an issue, not normally. The girl next to him is the source of your feeling of unease, hanging onto his every word and getting a bit closer with every giggle, touching his arm while batting her eyelashes, looking up at him sweetly. Something inside of you stirs at the scene, and your legs carry you across the room in direction of Matty, not stopping to think for just a second.

Pushing your way through the circle of people surrounding him, muttering quiet excuses as you walk up to the center where he stood, wrapping an arm around his waist. Matty looks at you, and you take the opportunity to kiss him, right in front of everyone. The girl that was coming onto him visibly rolls her eyes, taking a small step back and turning her attention to her drink, downing it.

A smug smile spreads onto your face as he finishes up his story rather quickly, leaving out key details as you impatiently tug on his shirt, urging him to come with you. Excusing himself, he follows you keenly, knowing exactly what got you like this.

The sound of his back hitting the closed bathroom door is loud, the sounds of his slightly tipsy giggles only making you more aggressive, feeling him up as his hands settle on your waist.

"What do you think you're doing, letting her touch you like that?" you voice is harsh as your nails ghost over his neck, tracing down the hollow of his throat.

"Jealous, are we? Didnt take you for the possessive type." Matty's grin is teasing, and he purposely throws his head back, exposing more skin to you.

"Don't act coy, its pissing me off."

"I only have eyes for you, you know that." he puntucates his sentence with a hand on your chest, softly touching your tits over your top. His movements are measured, fluid, and driving you insane.

"She doesn't know that." you hiss, mouthing at the skin of his neck, nipping and biting it. Matty lets out a satisfied sigh, leaning into the familiar sensation. Your hands find his hair, tugging it back in that way you know he loves, a soft moan spilling from his lips.

"Show her who I belong to then, mark me yours." the way he speaks is low, challenging, almost mocking you for your reaction. You shoot him an annoyed look, his smirk only spurring you on. Your teeth graze over his throat, leaving deep purple hickeys all over his neck, no area remaining untouched.

His strained sounds as you get more and more aggressive make you smile, barely giving him time to breathe between hot kisses full of teeth and tongue, directly followed by those same lips back on his skin sucking dark marks into the skin.

The bright light of the bathroom perfectly illuminates your work, the contrast of the hickeys against his pale skin make your breathing get a bit more shallow than usual, a change that doesn't go unnoticed by Matty.

"Enjoying the view?" he sniggers, cocking his head at you. The expression on your face is one he knows and loves all too well. One of lust. Passion. Adoration.

"Cocky." you mumble, trailing your fingers over his collarbones, pressing down lightly, making him hiss in pain, a filthy grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Wanna show me off then, have them all see what you did to me?"

"Don't act like that's only what I want," you pull at his almost fully unbuttoned shirt, toying with the loose buttons. "We both know how much you love belonging to me." Matty goes quiet, his rapid blinking telling you everything you need to know.

"Hm. I need you to answer me, love." you can practically see him light up at the use of the pet name you use sparsely, his eyes soft as he stares into yours, lips parted slightly.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" You taunt, letting your hands cup his face in a sweet manner, a delicious juxtaposition to the condescending way you're speaks to him. Matty takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly, tongue darting out to wet his lips. It's rare that Matty gets even the smallest bit shy, but fuck, do you relish in it when it happens.

"I want people to see me, see how you own me." he smiles down at you, his hands gripping tighter onto your waist, pressing your body flush against his. The soft rumble of his voice goes straight to your core, and you clear your throat, much to Matty's amusement.

"I'm yours." he adds, a delicate finger running over your bottom lip, smudging your stick lipgloss. His nails are chipped with purple nail polish, matching his belt perfectly. His fashion sense is one of the things you love about him, not matter how 'odd' or 'girly' other people find it.

"You're mine." you speak softly, the kiss following mirrors the tenderness between the two of you, your lips moving against each other with devotion, hungrily drinking in each others reactions as they came, echoing off the tacky blue tiles of the bathroom wall.

Matty is proud, grinning wildly as you exit the bathroom, his shirt completely unbuttoned, his jeans so low waisted in was bordering on obscene. The looks the two of you got were mixed.

Some people raked their eyes up and down his body, gaze flicking between you and him before it finally clicked, their head quickly turning away from your direction.

George sees you as well, groaning as he spots the obviously fresh hickeys from across the kitchen counter, clutching the liquor bottle in his left hand. Handing you a mystery drink, he says a few words into your ear.

"Do you have to do that here? I dont want to think about you and him getting it on." George visibly shudders at the thought, shaking is head as if to get the mental image out of it.

"Soz mate, but this is payback for having to listen to your relentless shagging on Halloween." A party Matty had thrown months back for Halloween had led to George hooking up with a girl from your form, the walls proven paper thin as everyone had heard everything. You cringe at the memory, the sight of a few hickeys paling in comparison the the torture you had to endure that night.

George rolls his eyes just in time for Matty to pull you away, wrapping a tattooed arm around your waist, playing with the mesh of your his top.

"Alright?" he asks, pressing an endearing kiss to the corner of your mouth, the smell of wine filling your senses. You nod, intertwining your fingers as the two of you wade through the crowd, and you spot the girl from earlier.

Your body moves faster than your head, and you grab Matty's lower back, turning him to face you. You can feel the girl's eyes on you as you kissing him messily, taking his lower lip between your teeth as he gasps into your mouth.

Her footsteps are aggressive as she walks away, muttering under her breath. You smile against Matty's lips, content with yourself. Finally, you let go of him, your hands lingering on his chest as you trace what you left behind, a hazy feeling clouding your mind.

"Got what you wanted?" his tone is provoking as brown eyes find yours, face flushing a gentle shade of pink. The music is muted as everything blurs around you, the only thing worthy of your attention being the person standing right in front of you.

"You know 'm not done yet." you lean in to him, bringing your lips up to his ear, your breath hot against his skin.

"Far from it, actually. I'm going to show you just how much you need me, no matter how convincing your little display of confidence might me, hm?" his breath hitches at your words, his eyes darting around the room at the dozens of people surrounding you, blissfully unaware of the filthy things you're painting his fantasies with, scenes playing out behind his eyes like a film.

"Meet me outside in five minutes. Say goodbye to your little friend for me, yeah?" with that, you leave him standing there, breathing unsteady and knees weak, threatening to buckle under him.

It doesn't take long before you have him shoved up against the hood of some random car, the darkness of the moonless night concealing you. Matty's moans are like music to your ears, your lips against his getting harsher as seconds pass, feeling for like hours.

"Please, take me home. I need you so badly, please darling, i'll be so, so good for you-" you cut him off his a finger pressed to his pretty pink lips. He wants you, he yearns for you. The way his back arches forward at even the slightest tells you everything you need to know.

Who are you to deny him?

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theshadowrealmitself · 2 days

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Current hero oc’s who have control of my brain:

Hero 1: Started out as a completely Human child superhero, works in the shadows, no one had any idea this was a child, or that they were just. a regular Human. or any idea of gender or any other defining characteristics.

At some point, they got into some supernatural business, and now they have supernatural abilities, but at a great cost to themselves. it’s essentially like. if they had that crown from cotl. The hero uses the “crown” (I haven’t actually settled on what physical item it is, I think an actual crown would be conspicuous for a civilian identity) to make sure its powers don’t fall into the wrong hands, if they don’t use the power ever then it’s no longer “bound” to them and anyone can grab it for themself, but again, using this dark and evil power just. sucks. In order to not fully succumb to it, they have to be the closest thing to a saint that they can be

They wear a long cloak that looks like shadows are pouring out of it, and they rarely speak, everyone thinks it’s because they’re just quiet, but they actually got a horrible injury to the throat at the start of their career and the rare times they do speak they have to use their power for it and it’s very draining for them, but they don’t want to tell anyone because then it’ll just be easier to connect the hero to the civilian with a large throat scar who speaks using asl. so yeah. they just gotta play up the “can totally speak just doesn’t want to” angle

Anyways, they’ve been on the scene forever since they started as a kid, but everyone just assumes they’re a well established adult who’s always been supernatural

Hero 2: Joined the scene as an adult, is a completely Human hero, no superpowers in sight, who uses tech to fight with, loves to make comparisons between her tech and the other hero’s “magic”, tries to mimic the other hero’s abilities which gives them a mini heart attack because if she does, will she also suffer from the horrible side affects?? Is actually a year or 2 older than the other hero, but no one, not even she, knows that

Wish I had more for her, but the prev hero is an established oc with various versions and she was barely brought into existence an hour or so ago

#these are the ocs Lena #you can’t tell too well like this #but I think that’s because of how I’m envisioning what they’d look like #no fandom #superheroes #superheroes and supervillains in general #would love to hear thoughts on this from y’all

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jadeandroses · 2 days

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Crafting a mythological death figure for the Mushroom Kingdom, aka “things I do when I’m staving off a panic attack”

TW for death, but as a general concept, not in relation to any specific person or character.

Also. It’s long. Very, very long. (I was having a pretty bad night.)

A couple months ago, I had the thought, what if the Mushroom Kingdom used bird imagery prominently, not just in nursery rhymes surrounding the birth of a child, but also in death rituals as well?

The extent to which the stork is used in everyone’s personal Mario Bros. canons differs greatly. The literal, actual stork will play a very prominent role in my personal AU. By contrast, in AUs like those of beloved mutuals @peaches2217 and @akiiame-blog, it would probably just be a fairy tale.

That being said, it is still in the canon of the games. To the Mushroom Kingdom, the stork has always meant new life, whether that be as a literal bringer if life or as a mythological figure.

So I thought, what if the opposite was true, as well? What if their death figure is a bird as well?

It is here that, in my quest of forgetting my troubles, I dove off the shores of canon into purely hypothetical territory.

A large part of me was leaning toward creating a raven as their death figure, because that’s a bird that has always been associated with death anyway. Other options I explored included hornbills, owls, crows, and vultures.

Upon further research, however, I think I like the crow best. This is because—through a surface googling—while it’s recommended that you don’t feed birds mushrooms, wild crows have been known to eat a variety of them and will know which ones are safe and not safe. Which, I think when creating a death figure for the Mushroom World, is fairly relevant.

But speaking about things that are relevant when crafting a death figure for the Mushroom Kingdom…

The 1-up mushroom.

Crossover nonsense aside, in my personal AU, they are literal mushrooms to be consumed that can reverse even the most severe of wounds, even if taken within a short timeframe after brain-death. In this, it seems we all agree, and hence, I see no use in treating it as anything other than a magical item. Rare, perhaps. Unseen to the point of being myth-like? Perhaps.

But it’s still worth talking about given the subject matter. We’re talking about a world that can reverse death, after all, in the right circumstances. And after all, the most mundane of our real world’s magic has been used in mythology as power against evil. (Bread magic, for instance.) So why not Mushroom magic, in the face of the Mushroom Kingdom’s hypothetical death figure?

In thinking about this hypothetical death figure and their relationship with the 1-up mushroom, I’m thinking that it could go something like this:

The crow consumes souls at death. However, if a 1-up mushroom is used, then it can be said that the crows will instead eat that mushroom, instead of a being’s soul. This way, all are satisfied.

(Condensed version; I’m feeling a little better rn)

Hence, here’s what I have so far:

Death figure opposite to life figure (life figure being a stork)

Crow (because crows eat mushrooms)

1-up mushroom being used in MK mythology as a tool to offset said crow

How would this affect death rituals?

To be honest, all of the above was a very longwinded, tedious, and frankly unnecessary ramble to explain one specific headcanon of mine:

And that is that I think the people of the Mushroom Kingdom would leave bird feathers for their dead. (Specifically crow and/or stork feathers.)

#tw death #feel free to ignore #super mario bros #headcanons #worldbuilding #mythological worldbuilding #meet jade

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starcrossedandstupid · 8 months

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Do you ever see someone do something and you just go

‘wow that’s so sweet. why not me, pretty please?’ And then keep it to yourself forever because you think it’s stupid

me neither haha wdym what are you talking about

#like I just just be happy with what I get yk #and I can’t control who anyone gives that sort of thing to #if it isn’t me I don’t want to force them to by asking #like if they wouldn’t naturally I don’t want to make anyone do anything #I’m such a hypocrite though #because I would want other people to tell me #but I’ve accepted that #because I don’t speak for everyone anyways #but it’s just super sweet and I find out why someone is doing it #And I’m like #hmmm #same bestie #but sounds like either you don’t care or I hide better than whoever #probably both tbh #but it’s hold everyone else is dealing my cards #so who am I to change it lmao #shittier post #if you know me irl just assume this isn’t about you btw #will they see it roulette

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little-devil-art · 11 months

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[The Human Exchange Student at RAD]📝

My MC Alice’s RAD Uniform redesign of 2023! I actually identify my sona with Fire Emblem so much (She low-key exists in the FE Verse since 2017) so I thought I’ll keep her roots and it’s basically FE Fates!Alice in the Devildom- Of course, one cannot forget about her crow Fool! I also gave her a sheep form as I wanted to draw this cuddly sheep since forever kekek- (The ribbon’s color is customizable, each Demon’s color is represented but I chose blue because it’s Lucifer <3)

Anyhow, this is something small I did, because I truly wanted to give my girl a new design!! 💙

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc #custom character #alice draws #Look #it’s not that complicated #She’s basically not noble #but she was made noble for her deeds as a knight in service under the royal family #Anyway #I don’t know if you can guess that name of the kingdom I have mantioned #unless you played Fire Emblem Fates and you know me #I’ll give you a virtual cookie if you can name it #Lucifer would absolutely be FASCINATED by her old-fashioned way of speaking #Bet everyone would be scared because she has a DAGGER???#One shall NOT challenge her to a duel #Fire Emblem #Because I can

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benbamboozled · 1 year

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Guys, don’t worry, I know you were wondering and, yes, I can confidently say—

Deadman IS a hottie under his mask.

My work here is done.

Source is Blackest Night #8

#Deadman #Boston Brand #look at that lil foxy hair curl.#propagating a ‘Boston Brand is Jason’s real dad’ conspiracy theory as we speak.#comic panels #the people were clamoring to know how hot Deadman actually was.#also to everyone going: WAIT Deadman’s face is a mask???#the answer is: kinda.#Deadman was a persona he performed under who looked like Deadman.#when Boston died and *became* Deadman (the dude with powers) his default appearance took on that of his Deadman persona.#HOWEVER! in Blackest Night he was briefly brought back to life #and so his default appearance switched BACK to ‘dude wearing a mask.’#that’s comics baybeee!! 😎👉👉#anyways I’m weirdly attached to Deadman because of that time he tried to save Jason Todd in the warehouse…#and was like ‘WTF IS ALL THIS??? THIS SUCKS??? BATMAN WHERE WERE YOU???’#‘HIS *MOM* SOLD HIM OUT??? I HATE HER!!!!’#so I choose to believe that Deadman is still one of Jason’s staunchest allies even though I don’t think Jason would remember it or…#possibly even know who Boston Brand is lol.#also a Red Hood/Deadman team up would be cool.#especially because Boston is Jason Todd’s real dad as previously established.#(okay but look that would be a good way of tying in Preboot Jay’s acrobat background.)#(just saying)

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idkwhatimdoingbutslay · 5 months

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Christmas/Holiday/Winter vibes aren’t vibing so I’m gonna have to take it into my own hands (I’m desperate to join all the writers writing for the season and also because CAITLYN AND VI BEING IN LOVE: SNOW VERSION????)

#I opened my notes app but I’m also not home AND I’m supposed to be writing for dear hello 😭😭😭🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️#arcane #caitvi #I NEED THEM TO BLUSH AND KISS AND CUDDLE AND UGAHSHAIWNEIEJ #I’ll finally be making it canon compliant/canon verse/following canon events cuz I feel like I never do that #guys I swear I’ll do it because I’m so hungry for it you don’t get it #I’m also gonna take the time to read everyone’s hallmark fics SPEAKING OF I NEED TO DO THAT TOO #but I’m planning to save that for valentines maybe…..#anyway lemme stop yapping fr #side note: give suggestions if you want 🤭#slay writes #slay on the run

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otrtbs · 2 years

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PSA: Nat’s ranting abt art! (again) What’s new?

for context ,, some people went to the museum of modern art in nyc and made a tiktok where they jokingly posed in front of all the paintings “they could’ve easily done themselves” and I knew scrolling through the comments would be a masochistic move even if the video itself was funny ,,, but I did it anyway and was punished for it 😭 like,,,

anyway,,, thinking about when Walter Benjamin said the rise of cinema and television and ad culture has led the masses to contemplate true art as a form of seeking out distraction:

“Reception of art now normally happens in a state of distraction. […] The public is an examiner, but an absent-minded one.”

People are no longer looking at art to seek but they’re looking at art to tell. Rothkos and Kleins don’t provide the adequate distraction for the public eye. The art and artists demand you seek outside of the work, or else it feels like a comical joke (if you’re not willing to do that). A joke that you’re not in on. Which is why so many people have so many problems with Modern Art.

Historicizing Art would tell you that the blue square was a completely new handmade pigment that had never been seen before! It was a completely new color that the artist had made! It would also tell you that the the technical level of artistry required to paint the blue completely smooth canvas was profound. Even the smallest brushstroke or fleck of dust on wet paint would cause texture and unwanted dimension. Furthermore, monochrome paintings were not common during this time. In fact Ives Klein’s blue square was one of the first of its kind. He wanted to viewer to spend a great deal of time with his paintings so that they would get lost in the color as one gets lost in the vastness of the ocean or the infiniteness of the sky. He wanted viewers to appreciate the color he so masterfully crafted. (he did not account for viewers looking at it for .2 seconds, scoffing abt how easy it looked to make, and then writing it off as a money laundering scheme) He not only invented a new painting but a new way to look at art. It’s a painting about the artists’ process, about his artistic mastery and level of skill. Its also about breaking the mold. That’s what it’s means. None of these things you could know from simply looking at the square. No one would expect you too. But asking questions, researching things that don’t make sense to you, talking to a museum curator, reading the wall text, popping onto to google, these are easy things to to do.

Also fun fact: A color blind Eddie Redmayne wrote his thesis on Ives Klein Blue because he was actually able to distinguish it from other hues for his Art History Thesis! That’s pretty cool!

Anyway, the point is, it makes me sad how quick people are to write off things they don’t understand. They don’t want to bother learning especially when it comes to art. Because the paintings no longer spell out exactly what is there and what it’s trying to say for the viewer, they become useless. Any further need for explanation is written off as pretentious. You don’t have to love modern art! But it would be nice if more people were at least open to trying to understand it a bit better.

#ARH talks #does this make me pretentious?? i don’t think so.#just because you don’t know or understand something doesn’t make it bad!!#and if we all asked questions instead of mocked #then everything would be a lot better around here a lot of the time!!#anyway everyone be proud of me I didn’t say anything on tiktok #i just took it to my tumblr blog lmaooo #but the thing is no one on tiktok would listen to me anyway as is evident from the comment section #rip the art history nerds out there who tried tho 🤧 fallen soldiers methinks #I’m with them in spirit and in the form of comment likes #one day I will be articulate enough to get all my thoughts out coherently !#when though? cant say #nat speaks #ramblings

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tequila-starlight · 2 months

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Stormy Night, Warm Embrace

PLEASE READ ALL TAGS BEFORE STARTING! ALL TAGS BELOW CUT!

Fandom: Pokémon

Character(s): Friede, Amethio

Ship(s): Friede/Amethio, Mentioned Amethio/Zirc, Mentioned Amethio/Spinel, Mentioned Amethio/Sidian

Platonic Ship(s): -

Content Warning(s): Implied toxic relationship(s)

Rating: Explicit

While waiting out a storm, Friede spends the night in the arms of his unlikely saviour.

That was when it clicked. Or rather, it was when Friede was forced to acknowledge the feelings he tried so hard to ignore.

He had always wanted Amethio. Not just his body, but also his heart.

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