#Artforms of Nature

[monkeyssalad-blog]

HAECKEL, Ernst. Ostraciontes, Kunstformen der Natur (Artforms of Nature), 1904. by Halloween HJB

[randomness-is-my-order]

do yall ever think about the fact that by not being an “official” part of any clan–he was not a jiang or a lan or a nie or a wen–wei wuxian was able to perceive people by their character first and foremost and not by their familial lineage and so he never struggled with hateful prejudice against the wen remnants?? that his outlook was self-developed in a way that put personal loyalty over clan-bound loyalty and learned to take each person on a case-by-case basis when it came to his opinions on them??

also do yall think about how the other outsider and shunned parallel of wwx is meng yao and how he does infact become a ‘jin’ and it’s almost like that clan-climbing mindset is exactly what brings about his rise and then his downfall in the cultivation world.

[margaritaartist]

"White Sail". Watercolour and watercolour pencils on watercolour paper

[one-with-the-tree]

I really feel that people don't appreciate enough how much knowledge and skill goes into taxidermy. It's not just preparing a skin but it also requires intricate knowledge of anatomy and posing and various materials.

Idk when I see people talk about art it's usually about writing or sculpting or drawing. Taxidermy feels a bit like an unsung hero when it comes to art and I feel it deserves more appreciation.

[brightvelvet]

I'm just really fixated on Halbrand and Galadriel at the moment. Like, specifically on what first draws these two together. Disregarding their larger motivations and political positions in the story, what keeps the energy between them going? I kind of talked about this in a previous post where I dumped my thoughts on what Halbrand meant to Galadriel, but now I'm thinking it goes deeper than psychology.

In terms of surface-level feelings that could have strengthened their connection, I think you could classify their situation as 'she fell first, he fell harder'. We know that Galadriel consistently fixates on Halbrand in the first season initially for her cause. All the moments they have afterwards become blocks on that foundation of her faith in him. Halbrand's interest in Galadriel is much more subtle and ambiguous on why he stays attached to her but we can assume that rather than building off the image he already had of her, Galadriel gradually becomes someone new to him. Someone he could surprisingly relate to and understand as much as still use. We do have confirmation by their charged talk in the woods in S1E7(i think?) that at some point he'd come to value her enough to surprise himself. In some sense, I think there wasn't one single moment that these two experienced which created their attachment but rather multiple, especially for Halbrand. BUT!!! Their brief period of Something (whatever you want to call it) in the first season doesn't really answer what keeps these two hooked in a 'cosmic connection' nor what first established it.

Say what you will, I think we can establish the first instance of their cosmic connection in use to be during the raft scene.

[image depicts Halbrand looking at Galadriel, clearly overwhelmed.]

[image depicts Halbrand reaching out to take Galadriel's hand just before lightning would strike their raft midstorm]

[Both on the raft lit by upcoming lightning strike]

There was no connection between them before this point. To summarize their interactions in S1E2 before this, Galadriel plays an unintentional bitchy counterpart to Halbrand's sobstory/manipulations. There was nothing tying these two together outside of circumstance, and Halbrand's interest in being able to use a high elf. There's no emotional ties here!! So the complete 180° turn this scene takes immediately stands out. In the middle of pure chaos that threatens the both of them, Halbrand turns and listens to Galadriel. As she calls for his hand and to bind himself to her, he stops tying the raft together and just looks at her. Then in a super distant shot meant to frame a bolt of lightning coming down upon them on the raft, we see the blurry figure of Halbrand reaching for Galadriel. It's at this moment that their connection is either concieved or made apparent I think, the two of them together in the lightning's strike before Galadriel is dragged down with the mast. Do you think Sauron noticed or was he just as lost in the moment? Too bad Galadriel's unconscious lol.

The pure magnetization between these two-- it isn't inherently based on the emotional connection between Sauron and Galadriel. No way, I mean lightning???? Call it coincidence but this is Tolkien country were playing in!! Their connection doesn't linger in season 2 out of memory for 'what could have been'. Instead, their dynamic remains just as brazen and intense, if more unstable. These two were forged together with arguably the most volatile element in nature and if that doesn't summarize the both of them I don't know what does lmfao.

I know I started this to ask what keeps these two cosmically connected but I haven't really found an answer I liked. What does lightning symbolize? Is it nature itself that pushes them together, their own natures causing them to recognize eachother is aberrations? If anyone has an idea, pls let me know.

[auraxins]

during my hiatus, i've been reading a lot- and i'm hoping it's given me a bit of a fresher insight on writing 🙂‍↕️

[schibborasso]

Ernst Heckel Hexacoralla. Kunstformen der Natur (Artforms of Nature), 1904

[martyrbat]

But, having just reread the stuff, some of it for the first time since the original publication, I'm mildly amazed at how cohesive it all is. It really does form a single, unified narrative—what today would be called a graphic novel. Does that mean that when we introduced Talia we knew that eventually her father would be presumed dead, and she and Batman would finally enjoy a walk into the sunset? No, certainly not. Rather, I'm sure, we understood the characters well enough to keep them from doing anything alien to them and, with that as a constant, the narrative grew organically, each incident suggesting others. The overall design was never imposed on the material; rather, it emerged gradually as we produced the individual episodes. We were guys sticking tiles up on a wall, just interested in covering the space, and after a while, Look at that! Darn if we didn't make a mosaic! This kind of process is denied to storytellers who create conventional plays, movies, novels-forms that demand structure with clearly defined beginnings, middles, and ends. It lets the writers and artists share, at least to some extent, in the audience's pleasure of anticipation, of being surprised by what happens next. It can be an absolute joy.

(full ID below cut)

[ID: an afterword by Danny O'Neil on the collective comic ‘Batman: Tales of The Demon’ from 1991. Text reads:

If you're reading these words after you've finished the stories collected in this volume, you may have noticed some things. For example, you may have observed that although the hero is often driven and desperate, he isn't quite as grim as today's Batman. He banters with the bad guys, he essays the occasional mild wisecrack, he is more openly compassionate. Nor is he quite so superhumanly competent; would the present Batman ever be flattened by Molly Post and her lousy skis? Not likely. You may wonder about some of the captions—the alliteration, the chatty little asides. (“Did you catch the key to the mystery, as did the Batman?” a typical one asks.) But then, you surely remind yourself, these tales first appeared almost two decades ago, at a point in Batman's 50-year history when a lot of the elements of his persona were still being defined, as he was evolving from the cheery, sun-drenched do-gooder of the 1950s and mid-1960s to the present Dark Knight. As for those captions...like Batman himself, comic book conventions and technique were changing; in particular, many young comics professionals were influenced by Marvel Comics' Stan Lee, whose writing teems with friendly comments to the reader. And almost nobody working in the medium would admit, under torture, to taking the work seriously. In a cutesy mood? a writer might ask himself. Then knock out a cutesy caption. It's only a comic book...

Okay, granting all that, you still have a question. You've given the stories titled “The Vengeance Vow” and “Where Strike the Assassins” your close attention and you want to know how the Batman found the Bronze Tiger in the hospital after the fight with the Sensei's thugs. Well, try this: it was simple detective work. He knew, from the amount of blood on the ground, that the Tiger was badly wounded and so would probably seek help at the nearest medical facility. The hospital was it.

Not satisfied? No problem. There are other possible answers. (He spotted the killers and tailed them, hoping they'd lead him to the Tiger? He was able to follow the trail of the blood itself? He questioned someone who saw where the Tiger went?] You might be able to think of something better than any of these. Me—I don't know if I had an explanation and forgot to include it, or if some months passed between the writing of the two stories and I didn't remember that the Batman's fortuitous arrival at the Tiger's bedside hadn't already been explained, or what. Maybe I would have fretted if I'd noticed the omission after the story was published—maybe I even did. I don't know. We weren't taking notes back then. We were just dashing from assignment to assignment, producing monthly entertainments and, frequently, having a pretty good time doing it. What we weren't doing was expecting that those entertainments would ever be collected in a single, rather portly book with an introduction by Sam Hamm and a postscript by the undersigned.

But, having just reread the stuff, some of it for the first time since the original publication, I'm mildly amazed at how cohesive it all is. It really does form a single, unified narrative—what today would be called a graphic novel. Does that mean that when we introduced Talia we knew that eventually her father would be presumed dead, and she and Batman would finally enjoy a walk into the sunset? No, certainly not. Rather, I'm sure, we understood the characters well enough to keep them from doing anything alien to them and, with that as a constant, the narrative grew organically, each incident suggesting others. The overall design was never imposed on the material; rather, it emerged gradually as we produced the individual episodes. We were guys sticking tiles up on a wall, just interested in covering the space, and after a while, Look at that! Darn if we didn't make a mosaic! This kind of process is denied to storytellers who create conventional plays, movies, novels-forms that demand structure with clearly defined beginnings, middles, and ends. It lets the writers and artists share, at least to some extent, in the audience's pleasure of anticipation, of being surprised by what happens next. It can be an absolute joy.

Of course, it does cause the occasional glitch, such as Batman arriving at a hospital without anyone, maybe including the writer (maybe especially the writer), knowing exactly how he got there.]

[unityrain24]

i feel like more people should dance around

[kashverse]

if there is one child that must be appreciated, it is latte. a good latte deserves cute latte art, just as much as you deserve to witness the absolute chaos that will unfold when you put your boyfriend and a delicate artform in the same room. because, naturally, you—being the genius that you are—decide that these two gifts to humanity must be combined. your boyfriend, with all his charm, skill, or in some cases, sheer unrelenting ego, should absolutely try his hand at making tiny, adorable masterpieces in steamed milk. what could possibly go wrong? …a lot. a whole lot. but you’re in too deep now. the class is booked. the milk is frothing. and your boyfriend? oh, he is about to take this way too seriously.

now, if there’s one thing sukuna cannot stand, it’s being patronized. and somehow, standing there, all six-foot-something, surrounded by people who gasp use stencils for their latte art makes him feel violently disrespected. oh, you think he needs this? you think he can’t make art out of steamed milk? please. his hands were carving flesh into art long before this instructor was even a twinkle in their ancestor’s eye. but if you thought he’d refuse to participate, you don’t know sukuna well enough. no, he takes this as a personal challenge. he learns. he perfects. and when he finally presents his latte art, it’s a perfectly detailed demon face, sharp-toothed and menacing. “oh, uh… cute pitbull!” you say, nudging him before the instructor has a heart attack. sukuna nods sagely. yes. pitbull. definitely. but when it comes to adults he despises? oh, he’s petty. that one customer who dared to critique his “overly aggressive aesthetic”? congratulations, buddy, you just drank a latte cursed with an ancient sigil. sukuna watches them sip it with a smirk, arms crossed, utterly delighted with his petty vengeance. “how’s the flavor?” he asks, smug as hell. the customer just blinks, confused. they’ll probably have bad luck for a week. or diarrhea. who’s to say?

choso, on the other hand, has an existential awakening. at first, he’s simply fascinated. art… can exist in coffee? he stares at the swirling crema, eyes widening as he processes this revelation. the instructor barely explains the basics before choso stands up, dramatically setting his cup down. “this,” he announces, “is a reflection of the fleeting nature of life.” people murmur in agreement, assuming he’s some kind of deep, artistic genius. but oh, no. he’s spiraling now. “you create it, admire it, and then—destroy it with a single sip. isn’t that cruel? isn’t that… life itself?” you have to physically drag him out before he turns the workshop into a philosophical symposium on the ephemerality of human existence.

geto, meanwhile, is here for a completely different reason. does he need to learn latte art? no. does he want to? also no. but can he use it for his own agenda? absolutely. he skips right past the cute heart and bear designs and learns how to write with milk foam. the next thing you know, you glance at his cup and see “JOIN ME” written in elegant cursive atop a matcha latte. “are you serious?” you ask. he just smiles.

“art is meant to convey a message.”

“your message is cult recruitment.”

“my message is inclusion,” he corrects. you have to sit him down and give him a long lecture on why recruiting followers through artisanal coffee is not ethical. he nods solemnly but then winks at the barista like you didn’t just spend fifteen minutes trying to knock some morality into him.

toji, on the other hand, is struggling. “this ain’t for people like me,” he jokes at first, grinning. but five lattes later, he is no longer grinning. his first attempt at a heart? roadkill. the second attempt? roadkill that got run over twice. “babe,” you say gently, looking at the cup.

“don’t,” he warns.

“i just think—”

“DON’T.”

legend says he’s still in the kitchen at midnight, aggressively steaming milk and muttering “stupid fuckin’ foam” under his breath.

meanwhile, gojo…is fighting for his life in this class. he learned latte art off of tiktok one time and now thinks he’s god’s gift to coffee. he enters the workshop smug, flicking his hair and winking at the instructor like he’s about to change the game. and for a while? yeah. he’s decent. he gets the basics down pretty quickly and flexes at every given opportunity. but then. then. some sixteen-year-old prodigy casually creates a mona lisa on their latte. gojo short-circuits. his hair literally stands on end. “this is war,” he mutters. and now he’s hyper-fixated on beating this kid at latte art, muttering “i’m the strongest” while aggressively swirling his milk foam.

but then, there’s nanami, the epitome of poise, precision, and patience. he treats the class like it’s an artform—because to him, it is. he listens intently, follows instructions meticulously, and in just one session, his latte art is restaurant-tier. and it doesn’t stop there. every morning, without fail, he hands you a latte with an intricate, handcrafted design. a heart. a tulip. one time, even a self-portrait. your local café is begging for you to convince him to quit his job and work for them instead. he refuses, of course. but now? well. you kinda can’t start your day without a perfect latte from nanami’s personal, high-precision coffee service.

[sayhoneysiren]

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What’s your magnetism and what you can attract with it

How to utilize your powers for benefit

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What Dark Feminine gift you have.

I'm seeing that you are learning how to exercise your confidence muscle. In the past you may have been dealing with feelings of lack and the Dark Feminine gift you have is the gift of motivating yourself, transmutation, Alchemy (you may be deeply connected to the Goddess ISIS who brought her husband back to life with her magick and Feminine wiles), you also have the Dark Feminine gift of inspiring others and attracting abundance and people who love to give to you. 

You could be very musically inclined or have the talent to entertain people. Maybe you're comedian, speaker, poet, singer, musician, public figure, influencer or something of that sort and people will love to give to you financially. You naturally attract support and attention.

Your energy is reminding me of cats and how they have a dualistic personality that is naturally seductive. They will be in this domesticated, chill energy one moment and them next moment they will be in this feral, chaotic energy.

I already mentioned how you are self motivated and you have the energy of "No matter what I will win." Since you attract so much attention, you could've had experience with haters and had to learn to grow a thick skin. You are someone who knows how to align your values to get what you want in life and to remove anything that you no longer need.

Even those closet to you have seen a huge transformation from who you were to who you are now and you become very detached and focused on the things that will bring you success and alignment.

What's your magnetism and what can you attract with it.

For your magnetism qualities, you have the bridge and this really speaks about how you have the ability to connect with so many different people from different walks of life. Like I mentioned before, you are a natural networker with the ability to connect others to each other. This can also be you having a huge reach or impact on people in whatever that you do, especially if it's some type of artform.

So for example, if you're a musician, people could grow obsessed with your art and form strong fanbases inspired by you.

So if you are talented and you are thinking about sharing your talents online it will definitely reach people from all over the world and it can help to connect people to others who are like-minded and going through the same experiences.

With the Gnosis card as what you can attract, you can attract people by being mysterious, by sharing occult knowledge, by sharing your mystical experiences with like minded people in order to help each other feel that sense of comfort.

How to utilize your powers for benefit.

Start saying YES. Stop saying no to new experiences that seem scary and start saying yes to the things that you actually desire. Drop the negative self-talk and feelings of not being good enough.

Your spirit guides are advising, that you need to learn to think about the positive outcome instead of the negative outcome.

There's something that's going to take place in the next few weeks where you may need to say yes. This could be a traveling opportunity, new home or career option.

It's an opportunity to move out of the old, and progress into something new where you'll be able to meet new people and merge a bridge and really influence people on a deeper metaphysical level. You could meet your soul tribe, soul mate or align in your soul's journey.

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What Dark Feminine gift you have.

Well, obviously you have the gift of higher judgment, discernment, strong boundaries, transforming people in love, attracting devotion, glamour Magick, green thumb or gardening skills. You have very keen observational skills. You may be an introvert. You could be an amazing detective since you have the natural ability to detect when someone is lying. (Do you have strong Scorpio placements/8th house placements like a Scorpio Moon or something?)

Like the Rose, you are very beautiful and attractive but you also have strong boundaries with the sword here and you know your worth. I'm getting that you are a very loving person but if someone mistreats you, then you'll cut them off with the sword.

This makes people easily fall in love with you. You have a very nurturing spirit and you can honestly, appear to be very mothering to your lovers. They also love your kisses, affection and develop this unconditional love towards you.

Your Dark Feminine Energy is like a vortex. Very Scorpionic.

People can't help, but to get sucked into your energy, they can't help, but to fall in love with you. You have a very loving personality. Also, with the tower, you have the ability to embrace change and to keep a cool head under pressure and to be that sort of support for those around you.

You're able to see even when there is darkness. You embrace the darkness and chaos and move through it with optimism. You know how to transcend things and this makes you a great alchemist. You can never really fail because you always rise back up and you're not afraid of new beginnings, new phases or new relationships. You understand that sometimes people have multiple soulmates, lovers, but I feel like you will always hold a special place in the heart of those that love you because your energy is like a womb, very magnetic and comforting.

What's your magnetism and what can you attract with it.

Your magnetism is the womb and you are the mother of creation. Your Divine Feminine is activated. You naturally just draw things in, you're very receptive, very nurturing, very abundant and people find pleasure in being with you. They find you very feminine.

I get Empress energy from you, you like a prize to people and you hold the key. You may be somebody who is very confident in themselves and you know your worth. Many see you as an It Girl or It Guy. Your sense of fashion and style is immaculate and you stand out easily in a crowd (whether you try to or not).

You don't settle for less, you don't let anyone mistreat you and this is very magnetic and seductive about you. 

You have the ability to attract so many new potentials and new opportunities to you. You can see someone's potential before they can see it and you can see the success of something before it even happens. Visualization could be big for you and you can imagine your desired reality before manifesting it into reality. (Like creating an outfit in your head before you wear it). You know how to take something basic and make it greater. Think of Regine George from Mean Girls, and how everyone wanted to copy her.

Many people may not understand why you move the way you do because they can't see opportunities like you can and they don't have the imagination to transform things like you can.

You're not afraid of the quiet or of being still. You're not afraid of the unknown because you know that the answers will come through stillness. You just wait patiently until you get your answer.

How to utilize your powers for benefit.

Keep your boundaries. Say no to the things that you feel like don't benefit you.

In the near future card is saying to always look forward to new beginnings, new possibilities and never lose that spark of curiosity, of love and of optimism.

[txttletale]

Ok so, let's assume there are 2 steps on how to deal with AI, which are:

give up on luddite dead end pursuits of turning back the clock to more indivualized production

put energy into productive working class organizing

Could you please elaborate who is even trying to do that thing you mention in step 1? Those in denial? I have yet to see anyone, all I see is people being upset and thus hating it, which is a natural reaction to having your art be stolen. Give it time, people need time to process this change.

And regarding your step 2, that's gonna happen either way? I mean, what choice do artists have? Same as all tech that those in power want to push, ai is gonna persist, it's inevitable, as is artists trying to adapt.

I genuinely see no sense in posts advocating for ai, like, it doesn't need that, it's doing good without you guys, it has a pr team working tirelessly trying to integrate it daily. What are tumblr users who advocate for it trying to accomplish here? Make artists hate it less? As an artist whose art got stolen, even if I do manage to successfully adapt, I will not stop hating ai and those behind it? Like, what's the purpose here 😭 Sorry this got kind of long

i mean i don't consider myself an 'advocate' for 'ai art'. generative visual art is an artform i personally have little interest in making. i think if openai went bankrupt tomorrow it would be awesome and very funny. you are making a classic mistake, which is to assume that every issue is like a splatoon splatfest with two clearly defined teams. i point out that the things that people frothed up into anti-AI hysteria say are at best untrue and at worst deeply reactionary, pushing right-wing social views about art or right-wing economic views about copyright because i think those things are bad.

i don't bother making posts pointing out that, like, @ApeHODL69Doge on twitter who thinks every movie will be ai generated by 2026 is moron because, very simply, i don't exist in a social environment where i run into that kind of guy or anyone who doesn't think that kind of guy is a moron, and also because liberals can and have done a pretty great job comprehensively debunking that type of guy's nonsense arguments and empty tech hype.

this does not apply to me but many users on tumblr who "advocate for AI art" are literally just defending themselves against vicious ableist harassment mobs who think it's okay to tell a disabled person their disablity isn't real or they should draw with their mouth or they're just whiny because they used the funny picture machine, so i think what those people might be trying to accomplish is to stop getting harassed, and i think that's a pretty admirable goal

my personal goal is to encourage people to think more critically about new technologies and understand that where these new technologies immiserate them it is because of the social structures and economic system under which that technology is deployed, not because of an evil devil curse lurking in the technology itself. hopefully this answers some of your confusion.

[dcmcboxers]

My Sephiran playlist deserved to be on 8tracks 😔

i come from the 8tracks generation where you weren't allowed to just dump three and a half twee indie folk/tswift records into a fanmix and call it done. on 8tracks you had 8+ handpicked songs in rigid chronological order and an accompanying mission statement and thesis defence detailing exactly why each one applied to your derek x stiles coffee shop au AND cover/track-list art hodgepodged from stolen pinterest/tumblr aesthetic photography, and all of this was done under constant threat of death because it was the DMCA wild west and the site was in a constant state of gradual collapse.

[dragon-ascent]

Zhongli often sees couples strike cute poses for the kamera, capturing memorable moments in unique ways. Zhongli is naturally elegant for sure, but...he wonders if posing for pictures on a casual date is an artform that requires something of a different tune. Something that renders his elegance into stiffness.

Therefore, he decides he'd like to improve his own posing game for you.

Hmm...he has a picnic date with you coming up this weekend. Zhongli will do everything in his power to make sure you have the most enjoyable day, of course, but if he can even spruce up the pictures you take - well, that'd be the icing on the cake.

And thus he spends his free time practicing all sorts of trendy things - regular hearts, finger hearts, cat-eared hearts, winking (something he finds a little challenging), blowing kisses, and the like.

He even takes the height-adjustable coat hanger and sets it to around your height, practicing making couple-hearts, hugging the hanger from behind, giving it cheeky little horns on top where the head would go, and all the while his mind's eye envisions you as his stomach gets warm and fuzzy.

That's not where the practice ends: when he's out and about on the streets, he sometimes drops everything to pose, suddenly having remembered a couple of hand positions that couldn't wait until he gets home to try out and polish. Some passersby think the funeral parlor consultant has gone loony; must be all the death and sorrow finally taking a toll on him.

As he makes hearts at a puppy watching him curiously, tail wagging with every gesture, Zhongli smiles to himself. Perfect.

When y'all go on that picnic, you're squealing in elation the whole time during the photo-taking session. Everyone around you even watches in awe as the "old soul" Zhongli makes winky faces and peace signs.

[paper-mario-wiki]

I have a genuine question, and I ask because as a follower, I admire your reasoning in most things! But I, like yourself, have criticized white rappers and the culture which values them. But I find it confusing that you do the same, while also writing and performing rap as a white girl. I'm curious about your reasoning! Is it because you don't really seek acclaim, or publish your stuff for any purpose other than just to make it? Would you say it's that you don't seek compensation or recognition? Or is it some totally different reason??

i think it comes down to how specifically you're looking at the issue.

the problem doesn't start and stop at "white people shouldn't rap because rap isn't for white people."

it's more along the lines of "the western entertainment industry at large has long enforced white colonialist ideals at its very foundation which puts white people at the top of the social ladder, making it significantly easier for them to become noticed and rewarded for being somewhat competent. for the past 30 years especially, people have been using imagery and themes originating from hip-hop culture to promote themselves with no regard for its history as a black art form. this leaves the actual black artists who create and uphold this artform underserved, underrewarded, underrecognized, underpaid, and sometimes straight up dead. and the crackers keep making money anyway."

so a couple things i decided before starting posting rap were:

i do not want to Be A Rapper, and im not going to try and become a rapper. there are plenty of white rappers already. im just a white writer who likes to rap. it's fun. if someone wants to buy a song i wrote off my bandcamp fine, if someone wants to collaborate with me that's awesome!-- but im not going to pursue this as any sort of financial opportunity.

im going to be fully honest with what i write, and how i write it. im going to avoid co-opting language that doesn't come to me naturally, and im going to avoid writing about a version of myself that does not exist. honesty is one of the most beautiful parts of my favorite raps anyway.

[beyondthesefourwalls]

A Verbal Agreement

Summary: You hated Jake Seresin. Truly, you did. Or at least you strongly disliked him. But as it was, he did something for you that no other man could, and it kept you coming back for more. 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 1.2K (no one is as shocked as I am that I kept it short) 

Warnings: Smut. Dirty talk. Enemies with benefits. Language. The Blonde One���️.

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You hated him. 

Truly, you did.

Or at least that’s what you told yourself. Maybe strong dislike would be a better way to describe it. 

Jake Seresin was a smug son of a bitch. He was the bane of your existence in so many ways, and got under your skin like he was trying to burrow there and make it his home. His arrogance annoyed you, constantly walking around with a holier-than-thou attitude, like he was God’s gift to women, the Navy, and society in general. His smirk made his face punchable in a way that you were barely able to resist smacking him when he shot it in your direction. 

But damn, if his ability to string together filth didn’t drive you fucking crazy. 

“That’s it. Fuck. That’s my good girl.” 

You clenched around him at his words, a moan leaving you because of the praise. 

Dirty talk was something you considered to be an artform. It was one of your biggest turn ons, and so little men knew how to actually execute it. So often when you’d ask for it, it came out awkward, cringy or obnoxious. They fumbled over words and made everything sound so unappealing, unable to find that perfect balance of praise and degradation that you longed for, that you would barely be in the mood to finish after they spouted off what they thought was sexy. 

So it would figure, of course, that you discovered Jake was the best dirty talker you had ever been with after what was supposed to be a one time mistake after a few too many drinks at the Hard Deck. He made everything sound so flawlessly erotic and natural, you were basically a puddle for it every single time.  

It was no secret that Jake loved to hear himself talk, and this was the one situation where you not only didn’t mind, you wanted it.  

“Taking me so fucking well. You were made to take it, weren’t you baby?” 

“Yes,” you gasped, nodding rapidly, your nails dragging down his back. “Made to.” 

“Yeah you were. I’m making you feel so good, aren’t I?” 

Your moan turned into a scream of his name as a sharp smack came down on your ass, Jake nearly bending you in half as he fucked you. “Answer me.” 

You knew from knowing him for so long that he hated being ignored, especially in bed, and especially when it was about how good he was making you feel.

“Yes! Fuck!” you shouted, your voice echoing off the walls. “So good!” 

His chuckle and his smirk were both so smug, in any other situation, you would have rolled your eyes. But here, in the privacy of your apartment, it sent another wave of arousal through you, and you couldn’t help but arch into him. 

“Well, I’m glad we’ve got that straight, darlin’,” he murmured, his voice low and as smooth as velvet. “Not like you would have been able to deny it, anyway. You’re so fucking soaked, you’re making a mess of the sheets and those pretty thighs of yours. I can only imagine how good it's going to feel when I come inside of you. Is that what you want?” 

“Uh-huh,” you breathed. 

"You’re so fucking tight, baby. Sucking me in like a damn vice.” 

"Please," you whimpered. You were close; so close. But you needed more. “Please, please, please.” 

“God I love it when you beg for me.” 

He said the words almost to himself, so you didn't answer, caught in a whirlwind of lust and frustration. Jake’s hand slipped between your legs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing fast, tight circles against it. Your vision blurred at the stimulation. 

“You want my cock so bad, don’t you?” 

“Jake.” 

You felt the edges of your control fraying, the pleasure building to a breaking point. Your whole body shook - sweet release so near that you could almost taste it. 

"Yeah, baby," he growled, his hips pounding into you even harder. His thrusts became more urgent as he neared his end, too, demanding and pointed."You want to come for me?” 

You couldn’t answer, falling into the haze of what he was making you feel. Your mind was a blank canvas, lost to the sensation of his cock filling you, all that existed was the intense sensation of him thrusting against your nerve-endings, the friction between your clit and his fingers, and the rhythm of his voice, husky and perfect, pulsing through you. 

Another smack to your ass, and then his hand found your chin, squeezing just tight enough where it drew you out of your head. He guided your gaze toward him. His eyes, always so mischievous, were dark and calculating. “Do you want to come for me?” he repeated, and you moaned at the authority ringing in your ears. 

Your voice was barely a whisper as the words tumbled out of your mouth. “Yes. Please, Jake. Make me come.” 

“Then do it. Be a good girl, and come for me. Now.” 

Your body responded to his command instantly. You arched into him, your screams echoing in the room as you shattered, your nails digging into his back. He never stopped talking, his voice coaxing as much from you as he could. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up. Come inside this sweet little pussy. And you’re going to take all of it, baby.” 

Your body felt like it was on fire. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you and he kept up his relentless rhythm, chasing his own release. You felt him go rigid inside you, and then his hips jerked forward once, twice, and then a third time as he joined you over the edge. He grunted out your name as you clung to him, your arms around his neck, your legs wrapped around his waist, feeling him pulse inside you.

For a few moments, you both laid there, panting as you tried to catch your breath. Jake settled more of his weight on top of you in a way that always made you feel more secure as you came down from the high, and you placed a soft kiss against his neck in appreciation.

“I still hate you,” you mumbled into his skin. 

Jake chuckled low in his throat, and then laughed even harder when the sound caused you to clench around his softening cock. He pulled out of you slowly, sliding over your sensitive flesh. You could feel his cum slipping out of you, furthering the mess between your legs. You couldn’t help but shiver as he settled on the mattress beside you, pulling you into his sweaty chest. 

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, darlin’.” 

“No, I mean it.” 

But even as you said it, you were cuddling closer to him, draping your leg over his as got comfortable. Post-orgasm was one of the only times he was quiet, or at least not as chatty, and you enjoyed basking in the afterglow that always followed these trysts. 

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and you could feel the smirk that was no doubt a mix of smug and indulgent as he did. “Sure.”

“Shhhh,” you murmured, “don’t ruin it.”

He laughed lightly, but settled down, not saying anything else. 

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Notes: I really have no idea what this is or where it came from, but here we are.

Thanks to @roosterforme @mak-32 and @sylviebell for reading it over and all your help! And to Mak for a stunning banner, as per ushe.

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