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Nemukhin, V.N. "Composition with a maze." - 2001. Oil on canvas, collage. - 77x76 cm.
In the frame. At the bottom of the picture is the author's signature and date.
Vladimir Nikolaevich Nemukhin (1925-2016) - artist, representative of unofficial art, one of the classics of the second wave of the Russian avant-garde. In 1943-1946 he studied at the Moscow art studio of the All-TsPS with Peter Sokolov. In the fifties, he earned a living as a designer, decorator and poster artist. In 1957 he entered the Moscow State Art Institute. V.I. Surikov (soon he was expelled for disagreement with the principles of socialist realism). Since 1965 he has participated in foreign exhibitions (USA, Poland, Italy, France). Member of the Lianozovskaya Group. He actively participated in private apartment and public exhibitions of avant-garde art, including the "bulldozer exhibition" (1974). Honorary member of the Russian Federation (2008).
I was doing something on another tab and my group mate noticed that my Google Chrome background was a Canva-made collage of Sayaka and he immediately gasped out loud...Apparently he was a fan of Madoka Magica...u_u...
I didn't get to ask him who his favourite puella magi was.
Riko ship meta I could not spam the other day bc tumblr had stroke!
Riko/Renee Rinee
Renee would be first and only ever woman Riko is interested in, their relationship starts slow held back by Riko's inability to feel at ease in fox tower and distrust towards himself
Everyone labels the relationships as Renee taking in a pet project to fix while Riko is hungry for any sort of attention, only Kevin and Andrew see that it's beginning of something serious (if Riko will allow it to be) , because Andrew knows Renee and Kevin knows Riko
Renee can not cook meanwhile Riko's arm is broken and so he gets to teach her how to not fuck up pan cakes
Renee enjoys sparring with Riko, due to her past experience she does not feel comfortable with stronger men, knowing Rikos fighting style and knowing well that she could with with him in a fight calms down her anxieties, Riko is excellent boxer but when it comes to real fighting he has no chance against her.
in future when she's more comfortable and trusting of him she will teach him to better defend himself
She sees him as doberman with cropped tail and ears, going through life not understanding he had been mutilated.
Riko is not prepared for Renee to finish collage much sooner than he would the separation is extremely hard on him
Girl and boy, Riko is stay at home boywife, Renee plays exy for few seasons before retiring to enjoy home life. (i have way too many different head cannons about Riko's parenting and his issues with parenting sent asks])
Riko/Kevin
they are soulmates they are always together no matter of au or story progression they always love each other in some way
Kevin dislikes seeing Riko move on and work on getting better, he is scared that there will be no place for Kevin beside new "fixed" Riko
Kevin is scared of future, and tends to romanticize their time at the nest finding comfort in time where he was the centre of Rikos universe
Riko is the one to drag Kevin to start therapy - they have group sessions
Riko gets king chess piece tattooed on ring finger , Kevin gets a cown
Size kink 100%, Riko does not realise Kevin likes how much shorter Riko is
Riko/Jean
very unhealthy but stabilizing with time reltionship
Riko seeks punishment for bad things he committed , and Jean is comfortable to provide them
Jean takes dominant role between the two Riko willingly gives everything away to him, he's too scared to be left alone
Jean knows broken bones hurt, but the tender pain of emotional distress is unmatched , he will make Riko taste both
Jean does not feel any pity for Riko, Riko does not want any pity
but after some times passes hurting is not as relieving any more and its time to care
Riko/Jeremy
Jeremy is one of not many people Riko is actually afraid (of course he is drawn to him)
Jeremy is son of politician and in the know about Moriyamas activities
Jeremy likes teasing Riko about his poor social status [being just moriyama family commodity rather than actual part of the power]
Riko entertains him mainly hoping the relationship might be useful for him in future
Riko/Nathaniel
Nathaniel is little sadist he got it after his daddy, he loves using Riko as his canvas for cuts and scarification, most days he spends time modifying Rikos skin or tending to old cuts
Riko can't deny things to Nathaniel
Riko/Nicky
Nicky is very active and always looking for partners whatever or not on the list or with Erik's approval
Riko enjoys teasing him
They really are not together, it's just a lot of teasing and Nicky wanting to get laid and everyone around making it into meme
Riko/Jack
-Jack wants to be to Riko what Riko was to Kevin in nest
Riko/Andrew
andrew is one of people who are very honest towards riko [openly tell him to fuck off] riko takes comfort in someone who is not trying to be nice/pity full towards him, he needs people to hold him accountable for things he done
riko learn to play the game by andrews rules not even interacting with andrew but seeing the way andrew interact with everyone, any time someone makes mistake riko sees? he uses it as occasion to never make this mistake himself
andrew is not amused, not mad either, there is some pleasure in knowing that someone is tailoring their personality to match all of his needs
andrew is the only person able to handle riko physically and set hard boundaries with him
after all the training he put into this dog he refuses to let anyone else have it
Wymack/Riko
daddy issues
kevins daddy
authority and praise
I'm insane about them
Aaron/Riko
aaron is cute smart and pretty and likes being told so, he also looks extremely good next to renee so that's perfect ot3
Size kink now Riko understands why Kevin thought him being short is hot
Riko/Ravens
Ravens love riko and idolize him
they see riko as one of them , left behind abandoned good only for one thing- exy
the difference is unlike them riko does not realise this
thanks to that he can do something they can not - dream
and they love being close to that dream
Riko/Seth
seth befriends riko to piss off other foxes
seth dates riko to piss of kevin day
seth has many siblings his big brother sense are tingling and riko loves the attention
they are fucking assholes idiots and troublemakers
weed and alcohol
Riko/Allison
that is planned for badger in fox den I have no clue yet how this will work but I have warm feelings
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🥀4.5k words
🥀B/n = boyfriend's name
🥀october 31st, 2023
The sounds of cheerful laughter, concession machines whirring, and parents screaming for their children to 'stop running' rang throughout the periphery of your hearing while you stood with your boyfriend in line for the cotton candy.
Halloween night, the night of your first official date after you accepted the proposal to be his girlfriend.
He's a fairly handsome fellow: tall, athletic (you already knew that he played on the soccer team and ran track at your university, courtesy of your nosy roommate), neatly shaven face, with a dazzling white smile; bright, chocolate brown eyes, and a robustly defined body.
Being with him on this cool, spooky night (the spookiest night of the year, no doubt) caused a tingling euphoria to race down your spine and ignite your nerves.
Yes. You'd never had a boyfriend before starting university.
You were the quiet, smart girl in school. Not popular, but also not a total outcast. So, as you stood in that line with your boyfriend, whose looks could rival that of any male model, you felt good.
Proud even.
Not to say that you're unattractive - no! Not at all! You just never pictured yourself standing beside someone who looked so....well-put-together. So perfect.
"You look zoned out. Not trying to think of a way to ditch me, are you?" B/n smirked while outstretching his arm to hand you a bouquet of wiry, blue fluff.
Quickly shaking your head and smiling, you accepted it and brought it up to your mouth to steal a bite.
"Not at all. I wouldn't even dream of ditching you out here. All alone and cold on a cloudy, October night with no telling of what could be lurking in the shadows. I hope you don't feel that I'd be that cruel."
He let out a loud chuckle,
"I certainly hope not. You're too beautiful to be cruel."
That comment made you blush and push a breath through your lips as you felt your face heating up.
He thinks I'm beautiful.
"Aww, shucks. Now you're going to ruin my cool kid facade and make me blush."
"I'm sorry, but I don't see any cool kids around here. Only a hottie that really knows how to make a university sweatshirt look like something off a New York Fashion Week runway show."
"Hottie? Are you a Megan the Stallion fan?" You giggled.
As the two of you talked, you moved further away from the crowd and bright lights and more towards the carnival rides.
You didn't think your outfit was all that special: your maroon and white band sweatshirt, black washed out-denim miniskirt, black tights with random holes cut out of them, and shiny, maroon Doc Martens.
With a simple shrug of your shoulders, you continued to eat your cotton candy.
Squealing like some ditzy fangirl at every compliment thrown your way is definitely not how you want to present yourself to your new beau. You have to play it cool.
Before the handsome man could retort, however, your cell phone buzzed.
emergency alert: escaped inmate. all citizens to be on high alert. more updates as they become available.
B/n was tucking his phone back into his pocket when you looked over at him.
"Well, that's certainly disconcerting. Though, it is Halloween. It could just be a prank to scare people." You announced with confidence laced throughout your tone.
He couldn't help but chuckle at you: you looked and sounded so cute, he'd drink up whatever you said and proclaim it as fact.
Moving closer to your side to engulf you in a side hug, he pulled your body snug against his own, making sure to keep you shielded from getting tousled by the groups of teens and adults alike headed towards the haunted maze.
"You don't have to try and be brave for me, sweetheart. It's my job as the man to protect you after all."
It might come off as rude for you to scoff, but the blush brewing on your cheeks would contradict that action anyway; you're liking this attention that's being bestowed upon you.
"Oh, why do I have to be trying, why can't I just do it?" You giggled.
The two of you passed by what looked like a group of university students. Some of them were wearing sweatshirts similar to yours, but colored a deep navy blue with red and white detailing.
A straggler trailed behind the group, typing on his cell phone.
Average height and normal, modest build, he doesn't stand out too much. Dark brown, shaggy hair and black, languorous eyes.
Unlike the others in the group, he's wearing a black sweatshirt with a white overlapping UA design, baggy black jeans, and black platform Converse.
He's not ugly by any means. Just…
Unremarkable.
He's not paying attention to where he's walking, too absorbed into his phone, when he slams into your side.
He would've knocked you off of the path if your boyfriend didn't have a tight grip on your waist.
"Sorry!! I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, I-"
"She's good, man."
The look on Sen's face reflected his confusion. He didn't think that he'd overstepped or done anything that could be perceived as disrespectful.
"Right. Sorry again."
He awkwardly moved along, trying to catch up to the group, which you assumed were his friends.
B/n's grip tightened on your waist and you noticed the way his forehead wrinkled just slightly in irritation.
"Fucking nerve of that guy."
You were just a bit taken aback by the aggression in his tone, but wrote it off of him just being protective.
"Yeah, that was kind of weird, but look! The line for the maze isn't that long yet; let's hurry!"
Gleeful screams and laughter are in abundance as you and B/n approach the maze's entrance.
The whirring of a chainsaw somewhere nearby makes you squeal in delight as two middle-school aged children rush past you, holding hands and giggling uncontrollably.
"Oh wow, they really went all out, didn't they? Chainsaw killer and creepy, dark stone maze? They made sure to pull out all the stops." You smirked.
Chuckling and moving you along with his hand on your lower back, B/n seems quite pleased that you're enjoying yourself.
"Yeah, they did. Despite its creepiness, though, it'd make a great place to make out, don't you think?" He smiled at you with a teasing lilt in his voice.
You snorted. "Hmph, maybe."
Is he implying that he wants to make out?
Your cheeks warmed up; you're not prepared for this.
The maze gets darker and darker the further you two walk in; the moon now hides behind dark, wispy clouds.
It's like the temperature suddenly drops twenty degrees, making you feel the biting cold even through your thick sweatshirt.
The laughter is starting to sound farther away, but the chainsaw is still loud as ever. The sound sends chills down your spine and causes goosebumps to rise up all along your arms.
"You alright? Hey, look at the vines. Aren't they pretty? Imagine how this place would look in the daytime, with the roses blooming on the hedges."
B/n is fantasizing about your next date. It would probably be a picnic in a flower garden with multicolored roses surrounding both of you.
He can't wait to spoil you and give you all the nice things that you deserve.
You're about to respond when suddenly the sound of the chainsaw is right behind your ear. As you let out a surprised shriek, you're pulled harshly by your sleeve.
Sneakers slap against the stone pathway as you and B/n run for your lives away from the paid actor wielding the highly dangerous power tool.
He's laughing as sweat drips down his forehead even in the cold air. You can hear him asking you if you're having fun.
You're not sure anymore.
"L-look, that might be an opening up ahead!" Your finger points towards what you hope is the end of the maze. The exit.
Your male companion nods and your direction shifts towards the metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel.
Something is shining down there, even though the night is so gloomy and you're completely enclosed in this stone fortress.
Your footsteps slow as you get closer and realization dawns upon you.
It's not an exit.
Instead, a long mirror is situated right in the center of the stone wall. The sliver of moonlight glinting off of it gives it the illusion of an open doorway.
Only reflecting the path in front of it, the one which you'd just come down.
"Fuck…how the hell are we going to get out of here?" You curse.
B/n hums thoughtfully. You both stand and stare at your reflections in the mirror.
The sound of the chainsaw started up again, but it sounded further away this time. That made you squint your eyes in confusion.
In the next moment, footsteps are running in your direction. Rubber soles squeak and slide against the cobblestone and before you know it, that same kid from before is practically running into you again.
His face has a light sheen of sweat, the perspiration dampening his hair, beading on his forehead, and slowly slipping down his nose.
“You again…” You say as you just stare at him. He drops to his knees, his breaths coming out in short puffs.
“I-I got separated from my friends back there...The chainsaw guy came at us full force, we split up and ran in different directions...”
Both you and B/n are looking at him now.
“What do you mean? The chainsaw guy was just behind us…I heard it, loud and clear…”
Sen slowly cranes his head upward to peek at your face. His cheeks grow a pink tint, as your tight-covered thighs are right in his line of sight.
He begins to rise to his feet and you realize that he’s a few inches taller than you, though several shorter than your boyfriend.
“That’s not possible, unless there were two of them instead of one. Usually they’d mention something like that at the entrance before letting people in.” Sen places his hands into the pockets of his black sweatshirt.
“Right, well we should keep looking for the way out. We don’t want to-” B/n is cut off by the loud screeching that you remember from earlier. It’s coming from all three of your cell phones.
The emergency alert system.
“escaped prisoner sighted on or nearby local fairgrounds. exercise extreme caution and awareness! vacate premises immediately if-”
BRUM-BRUM-BRUM-BRUM-BRUMMMM-BRRRRR!
“HOLY FUCK, LOOK OUT!”
Bursting from your left, a masked person wielding a large chainsaw with a rusty blade lunges towards you and B/n.
“Fuck!” Sen stumbles backwards and falls, landing harshly on his side as your weight on top of him sends both of you sprawling across the ground. B/n had pushed you out of the way just in time to prevent you from being decapitated.
The psychopath grins maniacally and revs the machine again and swings it towards B/n. He’s quick to duck out of the way, no doubt his years of running track, combined with adrenaline, contributing to his remarkable speed.
“Leave him alone!” You shout as you attempt to scramble away from Sen, but the dark-haired male quickly pulls you back into him by your arm. A surprisingly muscled arm tightens around your waist and keeps you pressed against him.
"What are you doing? Get off of me! I have to help him!" You pushed against Sen once again, but he held you even tighter.
The chainsaw's engine revs again and this time it's pointed right at your face.
"You'd do right to listen to him. Make another move and I'll slice right through your pretty face."
You could feel every drop of blood in your veins turn to ice as all the color drained from your face. Not just at their words, but upon closer inspection, you can see that the chainsaw's blade is not rusted.
It's covered in dried blood.
H/c hair swayed from side to side as you shook your head, eyes clenching shut in utter horror and disbelief.
That chainsaw is definitely real, but maybe this person just really knows how to play their role. Maybe the blood is fake.
"Hahaha, what's the matter, sweetheart? Can't believe this is happening to you? Well it is! This ain't no goddamn skit; it's the real fucking deal."
Sen keeps his arms around you in a protective hold, but you wish it wasn't him.
You wish it was your beloved boyfriend holding you close and protecting you much like how he was earlier.
Before your perfect dream turned into a complete nightmare right before your eyes.
"Open your fucking eyes!"
They snap open on command. You don't want to take the risk of making this person any angrier than they already are.
"Why are you doing this? What do you want from us?" It's B/n speaking up.
Internally you're screaming for him to shut up, to not say another word that may result in his serious injury or, worse, death.
The perpetrator quickly turns on him with the deadly weapon. He falls back on his ass and yelps in pain.
You crane your head around the tall, imposing figure to see your boyfriend clutching his ankle. He must've landed on it the wrong way. It's clearly twisted and possibly broken.
"Oh, what a shame. Looks like you won't be able to run from me anymore. All three of you are stuck at my mercy, how delightful!"
Sen decides to speak up then. He tries to keep his voice from wavering. He has to be the strong one in this situation.
He has to be the man and protect you now.
"What about my friends back there? Did you…did you murder them?"
Loud, psychotic laughter is his answer and Sen drops his head regretfully.
"What an idiotic question to ask a serial killer! Now, as much as I'd love to hear you three beg me for your pathetic lives, I've thought of something much more interesting."
The three of you wait in silence, neither of you daring to ask what they had in store for you.
They take the chainsaw and held it over your boyfriend's head.
"PLEASE, NO!"
"QUIET!"
You whimper sadly and Sen strokes your hair gently, bringing your head to rest on his chest.
"I won't kill him, yet. Before he dies, why don't you give him a show, huh, little one? I want you..," They point a long, black-gloved finger towards Sen, whose eyes widen,
"..To fuck her while he watches."
His jaw drops and you can feel his body shake in fear.
"I-I can't…I.."
The engine revs once again. Louder and more menacing than the other times.
The sound echoes inside your head and you look up at Sen.
He looks down at you, his dark eyes conflicted.
"Do you…?"
You just look at him blankly. He can't tell what you want, but you're not explicitly telling him no.
He's going to hate himself for this, but if it's the only way for you all to make it out of this alive…
"I'm sorry about this, but I really don't want to fucking die here.."
You don't know what to say to that, but your body shivers when Sen begins to move his hands down your sides.
His fingers play with the hems of your sweatshirt and T-shirt, ghosting over the flesh of your tummy just barely.
The chainsaw-wielder clicks their tongue.
"No, no, this won't do at all. He can't even see you."
Another startled yelp from B/n; they've got him yanked up onto his knees as they begin to drag him closer to you and Sen. His injured leg trails behind him pitifully and he's propped up against the stone wall to your right.
"Turn around, face the mirror."
The mirror, you'd completely forgotten about it.
Effortlessly, Sen picks you up and situates the both of you to where you're now staring back at yourselves in the tall slab of glass.
It's dark, but the clouds have moved away from the moon so its light can illuminate the dastardly deed that you're about to commit.
You're about to cheat on your boyfriend on your first date.
Right in his face.
"Get to it, then. Don't keep him waiting. If you do a good enough job I might let you all live."
An evil chuckle and then the chainsaw is powered off. They look at you and Sen expectantly, B/n doing the same.
You can see him out of the corner of your eye, watching you in the mirror with a neutral expression.
He doesn't know what to feel; his ankle is throbbing in pain and his girlfriend is in another man's lap. Not to mention his life has been threatened more than once in only a single night.
Sen's lips tremble as he trails them along your shoulder, pulling the collar away from your neck so he can reach the s/c skin underneath.
One of his larger hands rests over yours, squeezing in a show of support.
He's sorry, oh so sorry that he's putting you and your boyfriend through this, but he can at least make the experience somewhat pleasurable for you.
Make you feel comfortable with him.
A soft moan escapes your cold, slightly chapped lips causing Sen's cock to stir in his jeans.
He shifts his legs and opens them wider so you your ass can sit flush against his crotch.
Even through your own jean-clad bottom you can feel him getting hard for you.
"Y-you're enjoying this…is this what turns you on? You're sick…"
You whisper to him, a stinging edge to your tone that makes Sen's ears burn in embarrassment.
And lust.
"I-I'm sorry…I can't…can't control it. You're so soft and you smell so good…"
How long had it been since he'd had a girl sitting on his dick, and one as pretty as you, nonetheless?
His hormones are going into overdrive, causing his movements to grow bolder.
Sen takes his hands and places them on your knees so he can spread them apart.
He wants to see your panties, but your tights are in the way; so, with one hand he grips the offending material at your crotch and tears a hole right through them.
Heat licks at your neck despite the cold, and Sen's tongue does as well.
The warm, wet muscle provides a pleasant contrast to the biting cold. He leaves a slimy trail of saliva all the way from your neck down to your collarbone.
Shivers run down your spinal column and your cunt moistens through your royal purple panties, much to Sen's delight.
Though the only reason you're letting him do this to you is to save your lives, he can't help but get excited at the image of you getting wet for him.
A complete fucking stranger.
Sen apparently isn't the only one getting turned on from this situation.
You look from your reflection in the mirror back to B/n and a soft gasp leaves your lips.
He's palming his dick through his pants. Perfect white teeth clamp down on a juicy bottom lip while his brown eyes watch your pussy through the mirror.
"Looks like somebody's enjoying himself!" The killer laughs cruelly.
This is what they wanted: to completely embarrass and humiliate you three.
Tears begin to sting your eyes, but what can you do? It's either let this stranger fuck you or you all die.
Sen's fingers on one hand move to push your skirt up while the other hand rips the hanging material of your tights the rest of the way off.
He reaches under your ass to get to his belt and quickly unbuckles it to free his hard, throbbing dick.
You can't see it in the mirror from the way you're sitting on him, but when he shifts to line himself up with your panty-covered cunt, you can feel the head brush against your clit.
"Ohh…" The moan leaves your throat on its own accord.
Sen is encouraged by this and he moves his head to rest against yours.
Kisses are planted on your cheeks and temples while he strokes his cock with one hand and pulls your thong to the side to reveal your wet pussy with the other.
"Shit, you're so wet…don't worry, I'm gonna make you feel so good, make you even wetter for him to see…" He coos into your ear then nibbles it. Your back arches against him.
He chuckles softly and slides his dick through your folds, lubing himself up.
"Such a pretty pussy. What a lucky fucking guy…"
Is the last sentence the dark brunette speaks before thrusting his hips up and burying his dick deep inside you.
"F-fuck! Ahh…so thick.."
Your mind turns hazy when Sen starts fucking up into you at a quick, but steady pace.
His dick isn't the longest, but it's girthy and there's a few veins along his shaft that massage against your inner walls oh so deliciously.
"Shit, it's so warm and tight. You like it, huh? Like my dick? Look at how you're starting to cream on me already, baby."
He's telling the truth because when he says it, your eyes move down your reflection to where the two of you are joined and you can see the white froth coating his dick as he moves it in and out of your hole.
"Ahh…feels so good…fuck…don't even know your name.."
"It's Sen…oh my God.."
His balls smack against your ass cheeks as he moves one arm around your waist so he can bounce you on him harder.
Your head is thrown back and your nails scratch at the material of his jeans.
You and Sen's combined moans further spur on B/n, who's jacking his dick faster and faster while Sen fucks you.
"Look at that, he's so fucking hard watching another man stuff his girl's little cunt. Fucking perv. Bet he can't wait to get you in his bed tonight so he can….haaah…fuck my fucking cum deeper in your little hole. Shit!"
Sen's dirty talk only added to the pleasure that he was making you feel with his dick. Noticing how you had started watching B/n jack off through the mirror, he grew a bit jealous and turned your head so he could kiss you sloppily on the lips.
"Oh yeah, that's the way to do it, you fucking scumbag. Fuck her like you mean it."
The killer's laughter echoed all around you making you jolt back into the reality of your situation, though it didn't stop the orgasm from building in your lower region.
"Fuck Sen, I'm going to cum!" You moaned, eyes squeezed shut while said man fucked you harder and faster, wanting to make you feel good, to make you cum on his dick before you could on your boyfriend's.
"Come on, baby, cum on my dick. Make your boyfriend cum, too, from watching you get fucked." He palmed one of your ass cheeks, lifting you up slightly before slamming you down on him, hard.
Your body started shaking, making Sen curse under his breath and speed up his movements.
"That's right! Dick got you fucking shaking! Cum all over me baby, let it go….oh fuck."
Just as he told you to, you came hard and squirted all over Sen's dick. Your squirt splashed up onto the mirror, making his tired-looking eyes widen.
"Goddamn, you sprayed the whole mirror almost. Shit that's hot."
His voice was laced with exhaustion now, all traces of fear and apprehension seemingly gone.
Now fired up from watching you squirt, Sen maneuvered himself up onto his knees and caught you by the hips.
Confused, you tried to look back at him, but you understood when his softening cock was now bobbing in your face.
A mewl left your throat when that slick tongue swept through your folds and began collecting the remaining drops of your squirt.
"S-suck it…suck his dick, baby…come on.." B/n moaned while feverishly pumping his dick.
Your pupils enlarged once you saw how long and thick it was and your pussy drooled on Sen's tongue at the thought of B/n fucking you next.
With your little hands, you began pumping Sen's dick at the same pace as B/n, making sure to make eye contact with both of them the best you could through the mirror.
"Awww, fuck yeah. So sexy, baby. You're so fucking sexy, the perfect girl." B/n moaned as he watched you engulf Sen's fat dick in your mouth and hollow out your cheeks.
"Oh, goddamn…unhh.." Sen's head fell away from your cunt and his body shivered this time.
You may have never had a steady boyfriend before, but you'd had a few flings the summer before university started, so you knew your way around a dick quite well.
Sen thrust his hips forward, making you choke and gag on his fat cock. Saliva ran down your neck to his balls while they slapped against your chin.
"Fuck, where'd you find her? Fucking slutty ass pussy and mouth. Oh God…" He said to B/n.
The night air was filled with the sloppy sounds of you gagging on Sen's dick and the wet sounds of B/n jacking off.
Sen tried to keep eating your pussy, but your head was just too fucking good and he couldn't stop himself from moaning.
"Shit! You ready to take my fat load in your mouth, baby? Be a good girl and swallow it all for me, okay?"
You nodded best you could and started sucking him even harder, triggering his orgasm.
"SHIT! Oh my fucking God!"
Sen almost dropped you on your head as he knelt down on his hands and knees to gather himself after you swallowed all his cum.
"I'm…I'm coming, shit, that was so sexy…ahhh.."
Hearing this, Sen quickly grabbed you by the hair and moved your face into B/n's lap so he could spray his nut all over it. You looked up at him with the most adoring and innocent look in your eyes, which almost triggered a second orgasm from him.
"Damn…that was the best sex I think I've ever had in my life…" Sen sat back against the wall and sighed heavily.
Slow clapping started and the three of you looked up to your captor.
Silently you pleaded to yourselves that they'd let you all go now since their wish had been fulfilled.
"That was very good, but…."
The thrum of the chainsaw started up again. You weren't fast enough to move in front of him before the blade came down on B/n's head, splitting it wide open and spraying both you and Sen with a fountain of blood.
"Not good enough."
The sound of the chainsaw's blade and blood splattering against the mirror echoed throughout the walls of the stone maze.
at Kunstraum LLC in Brooklyn, New York, USA and Space776 in New York, New York, USA through 31 January 2024. "You Know What You Know” is a two-site group exhibition that explores women artists and their connection to their embodied knowledge. The exhibition invites viewers on a journey into passionately constructed environments filled with the emotional architecture of natural experiences, sensory conversations and structured unity. Artists on display: Tatiana Arocha, Jaynie Crimmins, Amanda Konishi, Saskia Krafft and Nadja Verena Marcin. Curated by Kunstraum’s 2023-2024 Curator-in-Residence Christina Massey. Works on display employ labor-intensive techniques with mediums such as aluminum, gold leaf on canvas, meticulously crafted paper sculptures, collaged paintings, ceramics sewn into silk fabrics as well as digital mobile apps with content libraries. Read More
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Conrad Marca-relli (1913 - 2000) was born from Italian parents in Boston. He moved to New York in the late 1920’s where he was soon involved in the art scene. To facilitate the English pronunciation, he changed his name in Conrad Marca-Relli at the beginning of 1950.
He was a vivid traveller (including important trips to Mexico and Europe), but he always kept a bond with his native country and its traditions, specifically the Italian Renaissance. After his military service during World War II, Marca-Relli became a member of the “Downtown Group”, a group of artists whose studios were in Greenwich Village, a neighbourhood of lower Manhattan.
His first solo show was in New York City at the Niveau Gallery in 1947. Marca-Relli was one of the main representative of the New York School of Abstract Expressionism, and he was involved in this movement from its conception. In 1949, he founded the Eight Street Club, together with Mark Rothko, Franz Kline and William de Kooning to organise the first Abstract Expressionist show.
In 1951, he exhibited at the Ninth Street Show together with Jackson Pollock, Willem de Kooning, Philip Guston, Robert Motherwell, Barnet Newman, Hans Hoffman, Franz Klein and the gallerist Leo Castelli. This important exhibition marked the beginning of the new uniquely American artistic movement, known as Action Painting, which is based on revolutionary painting methods. His favourite technique was collage, as this allowed him to continuously change and develop his works, first by overlapping layers of paper and canvas, and then, from the 1960’s, metal plates. He used collage to delineate volumes, and to create large canvases in which the figurative remains dominant. Marca-Relli is often considered the link between European and American cultures, as he combines the dramatic effects of Abstract Expressionism with the sense of order that can be found in Italian Renaissance painting. He quickly gained an international renown reputation and his artworks are part of the most important collections all around the world. In 1997, he moved to Parma, Italy, where he died in 2000.
no thoughts, heads empty, just being an arts and crafts counselor with abigail and on the last day of camp surprising her with a giant collage of different doodles of her and little mementos (like a rock from the island when the two of you snuck out to sketch the sunset or a pressed flower from flower crowns the two of you made together) and confessing that you really like her
or on the same vein of being an arts and crafts counselor gifting emma a portrait of her and stapling a confession note on the back of canvas and thinking that she ignored it or something until she approaches you the next day and says that she likes you too <3
Pairing: I chose Emma so I could do one for both her and Abi (as per your other request) hope that's ok
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 764
Your heart was pounding in your chest as you approached your fellow counsellor and influencer, portrait that you’d put a lot of effort into in hand. You had thought Emma was one of the most gorgeous people you’d ever seen when you first met, however, her personality left a lot to be desired. It wasn’t that she overtly rude she could just be very… abrasive sometimes and backhanded. But as the weeks went by you discovered her façade was just that, she was secretly very sweet and all she wanted to do was make people feel better.
You had wanted to give her a gift of some sort for weeks, while she worked hard to make other laugh you noticed that no one truly reciprocated that effort for her. So, as you led arts and crafts group activities for the kids you brainstormed the best way to show your appreciation. Eventually you settled on a portrait of the woman, hoping it would convey how you saw her. Absolutely radiant and deserving of receiving the same effort she put into other people.
In order to do so you started to spend a lot more time with her and during that time your admiration had grown into something even more. Your chest would tighten every time she got too close to one of the other counsellors and you would lose track of time when in her presence. You found yourself staring at her with what Dylan called ‘the most pathetic love-struck grin he’d ever seen’ whenever she came into your line of sight.
Now as you stood before her taking in her smile you found yourself unable to speak properly, thrusting out your dual portrait and confession note you turned and stalked off urgently. Heart beating a million miles a minute you forced yourself not to look back not wanting to see her reaction in case it was bad.
It had been three days since you had confessed to Emma so to speak and you hadn’t heard from her since. You’d seen each other around the camp of course but managing the kids was practically a full-time job and you found yourself loosing hope with every passing hour you didn’t hear from her.
You had been given an off day, Abi and Nick each taking over your duties for the day, you found yourself sitting alone on your bunk for the first time in a while. Opening your sketch book, you began what must have been the 40th sketch of Emma. Your drawings of her ranged from images of her smile to her interacting with the kids and although you supposed it was starting to get a little creepy you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. A knock on the door had you looking up in alarm as you saw the object of your current desires walking in and softly closing the door behind her. Neither of you seemed to know what to say to the other as you stared in silence.
Finally, she spoke up “Thank you for the drawing, it’s beautiful.” She started to walk closer to you then, taking a seat next to you on your bed. “I would ask if that’s how you really saw me but I read your letter too.” Her soft tone had you turning your head away, unwilling to witness the look on her face when she inevitably rejected you. The feeling of a warmth covering one of your hands had you jumping in surprise as you looked down to see your hand covered by hers. Eyes slowly trailing up her arm to her face, all of the air evacuated your chest at the soft look she was giving you.
“This is the nicest thing anyone has ever given me and I need you to know that I really like you too.” She smiled and you could have sworn there were slight tears welling in her eyes.
“What, why? You’re so kind and outgoing and amazing and…” you started surprised only to be cut off by her claiming your lips with her own. Blinking in stunned amazement you eventually melted against her, pulling away she spoke up again.
“You see me for who I really am, and honestly you give me too much credit. You’re patient and kind and most importantly you understand me. How could I have not fallen for you?” she explained with a smile, pulling you in for another kiss that you happily returned. The two of you spent the next few hours entangled together just laughing and talking as you melted under her affectionate gaze.
So, a few days ago I went to a group collage-ing session at the Drop In Care Space (worth donating to by the way: https://www.dropincarespace.com/supportus). I was going to be spontaneous like the last time I went to a similar session, but then I had this collage concept that I decided to go with, there weren't as many materials as the other session (I brought a big chunk of them). There were some useful materials I found in the session outside of my own materials, like the text-filled pages from a Frankie magazine I used for the background. To make sure it wasn't generic, I added editor's notes, some regular, some pedantic, some questionable. They also had the lavender (me being me, I got to add queer subtext at some point), the light bulb, and the scorpion from a damaged zine.
I didn't have time to glue it together there, only cut the pieces up and figure out the arrangement/composition.
I waited until Wednesday night to paste everything together, as that was when the new family puppy would go to puppy school. Once the gluing was done, I used highlighters to brighter the lavender and the light bulb. The highlighter beams were going to be smaller, but I added more and made them bigger to make sure the composition wasn't lopsided. Admittedly, the positioning of the beams aren't quite right, I tried drawing them on while the canvas was on an easel. Nevertheless, think this was the quickest analog collage I made so far, only a night. What really surprised me was how flat it turned out, I thought it was going to be stuck with bubbles.
The hardest part was scanning it. Today I went to the nearest library, thinking it would be super quick and easy. Instead, everything that went wrong did go wrong, and I spent a few hours trying to scan it and send it while going through an anxiety attack the whole time. I finally completed the task, but it's only until I got home that I realised even my good final attempt at a scan was zoomed in too much. So I tried to scan it with my phone and take a basic photo, just to be sure all of you got what it properly looked like. The downside is the lighting and the colours varied even with adjustments. I don't think any of these images capture how bright and fluorescent the highlighter parts are.
One of you could see it in person, though. This analog collage is now for sale. You can find it in my ko-fi shop this time, as it isn't NSFW like the last one.
High quality Pink Floyd art photo collage, one of the most successful and influential rock band groups ever, formed in the 1960s when Roger Waters, Nick Mason and Richard Wright were studying at college