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the-fiction-witch · 10 months

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Pouty

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flirty AF + Mild Smut

Warnings Gambling / alcohol

I sat on the well-stuffed armchair that I had moved over, replacing the cheap wooden chair of the card table with my usual parlour armchair, my bare feet on the soft rug, the fire crackling and popping to my side as it worked away at the wood and coal I threw on a few moments ago. My cards on the well-polished wood of the card table, the edges slightly buffed and worn down from people's arms, my cards face down showing only the patterned back, coins in the centre of the table stacked up nicely, his cards on the other side. He sat in his armchair, well it wasn't his but it may well have been, leant back with his usual fluffy hair, his white loose sleeve shirt, his blue waistcoat, his green tie undone allowed to hang low and his brown trousers, his chocolate eyes leaving me with no place to hide, his smirk upturned on his lips.

I sat similarly in my chair with my arms over my chest doing my best to look at anything but him, flicking my eyes around the room that was meant to be our parlour but my father merely used it as a card room, with tables, chairs, a bar to the side and as many games as could be imagined. We were... A little, not tipsy, nowhere near Pidgeon step, but... Giggly, and giddy. Which didn't help matters.

He never moved his gaze though giving me very little choice in my proceedings.

"I don't know why I play with you." I snapped pushing my cards into the centre folding,

His smirk only grew as he moved the centre pile to his little pile proud of himself for his winnings, taking my cards and having a look before rolling his eyes "You had me going for a while at the start there," He smirked adding them along with his own back to the deck and beginning to shuffle them, "Again?"

"Alright," I sighed, as much as I didn't want to keep losing I didn't want him to go just yet, "I just need to be a bit careful..."

"Careful?"

"Umm... Last week someone took home my whole allowance!"

"Shouldn't bet it, if you not prepared to lose it."

"And you live by that philosophy do you?"

"I do indeed."

"No, you do not! I've known you to be in the whole for more than you make in a year?" I laughed "As I recall he was going to chop your hand off."

He smirked and very fragrantly moved his hands as he spoke making sure to draw attention to them "And do I have both still?"

"Yes, because you're a crafty little..."

"Ohh go on?" He chuckled leaning on his hand "I shall like to hear this,"

"You're a crafty little... fool."

"You're adorable" he smiled blowing me a kiss across the table as he dealt the cards I glanced at mine and had nothing but I wanted to keep him going a while, I did my best not to react watching him as he checked his own but god damn it he's good! not letting a single reaction make it's way though. He moved a coin to the centre so I did so too, back and forth this went on as the pile grew both of us constantly trying to read one another, I knew I didn't have much money left and I was no closer to knowing what he had so I folded before I lost everything and he smirked taking his winnings with a wide smile,

"Jack Dawkins, must you be such a .... Person." I sighed in frustration,

"A person?" He smirked shuffling the cards again,

"A... Person." I snapped,

"Aww, go on. you can do it. What am I?"

I know what I wanted to say but the words stuck behind my teeth

"Go on, I won't tell," He smirked winking at me as he delt the cards again

"Dick." I sighed glancing at my cards and for once I had something good! really good! but I kept my face still,

He laughed at me, "You are adorable. Come on you can do better than that" Not even checking his cards,

I huffed.

"Come on, I won't tell, I think it's cute when you swear. such a cute Wittle Wady saying the words her daddy won't Wet her." he playfully joked as he moved a coin to the centre "I'll even get you started. Cunt."

"Jack!"

"What?"

"You- You can't just-" I began,

"Cunt. See nothing happens. Cunt. god doesn't come and strike you down for swearing Y/n. He did... I would be in the pits of hell five times over by now."

"Dick." I sighed adding a coin

"Yes, we've heard that one come on you can do better."

"I- I can't,"

"Your father's not here It's safe. I promise I won't say a word" he smiled adding a few more coins

"Little fucker."

"Ahhh! there we go, Pouty little princess."

"I'm not pouting"

"Yes you are, you're mad at me. Awww pouty wittle princess mad I took her allowance?"

"I. am. not. Pouty."

"You're a ... " I began but I couldn't say it, he just glanced up at me expectantly "Bastard."

"Ooohhh sharp tonight Y/n" He smirked "Come on," he smirked as we had reached the point where I had no more money to bet from my weekly allowance but these cards were so good there was no way I could lose! So I slipped off my bracelet adding it to the pile "Very nice," He smirked adding more coins "Go on, how you gonna get out of this one?"

"Arsehole," I sighed pulling off my ring and adding it to the pile,

"Confident little pouty princess tonight," he smirked simply adding more money,

"Shit." I sighed as I had nothing else to bet with, "You open to an IOU?"

"Depends what it is," He shrugs slyly,

"Half next week's allowance when I get it."

he smirked, "Why? I'll end up winning it when I come over anyway,"

"Please?"

"Alright" He smirked grabbing some paper from the bar and writing out and IOU "Go on," he smirked sliding it over so I signed it and added it to the pile, he smirked and simply added more coins "Ooohh now what are you going to do?"

"... Another IOU?"

"For?"

"More of my allowance next week?"

"No."

"What?"

"If I take all of next week's allowance you have nothing to play with then. I'm just robbing myself of the future enjoyment of taking it."

"Ughhh... what do you want then?"

"Anything I want?"

"Yes,"

"Anything?"

"Within reason."

"So all anything is on the table as it were?" he smirked leaning his elbows on the table, connecting his hands and resting his chin there,

"within reason, you slimy little fish boy."

"Fish boy? Are you actually out of swears you know?"

"Shithead."

He smirked still with the paper from the bar in handwriting on it in a way I couldn't see and slid it over licking his lip as he did, I took it a little confused and read it

'IOU, One on the Lips Kiss. Signed _________'

"You're kidding?"

"I am not."

"Why?"

He shrugged "The sick twisted joy of forcing the pouty little princess to pucker up?"

"You're a dickhole."

"Oohh getting more inventive now. Take it or leave it."

"How much do you value that?"

"Let's say to the value of four pounds?"

"Four pounds!"

"That's what the girls down the cat and bagpipes charge."

"Well, I ain't a girl down the cat and bagpipes jack, Twelve."

"Six."

"Ten."

"Nine."

"Fine." I sighed signing it and adding it to the pile, He nodded and simply added more money

"Well, now what am I meant to do?" I glared

He smirked glancing at the paper he still had on the table and I rolled my eyes, "Fine."

"Don't bet what you can't lose. You can fold at any time little lady." he chuckled writing on the paper and sliding it over to me waiting with an evil smirk, I flipped it and looked immediately turning red at the idea

'IOU, One lap sit lasting at least one minute. Signed _________'

"You want me to do what now!"

"Sit on my lap," he smirked leaning back in his chair slightly and opening his legs almost invitingly

"One minute?"

"At least."

"Fine." I snapped signing and adding it to the now formidable pile

"You must be very confident,"

"So must you" I smirked "...If I win? will you give me a kiss?"

"The IOU had no name so... Yes I suppose if you won they go to you."

"So you'd have to kiss me, Jack?" I giggled leaning on the table a little "And come sit on my lap?"

"I would, little concerned if I'll fit but yes if you win then I'll do it." He smirked "So... do you fold or are we going to keep adding here?"

"Adding. Go on. You can choose."

"Ohh how kind of you princess" he smirked clearly getting a wicked idea writing on the paper and sliding it over so I took it

'IOU, One Touch of an intimate area of the winner's choice. Signed _________'

"An Intimate area?"

"Yes,"

"Which would be wear?"

"Your tits. or your arse. Or your pussy if I was feeling like it." He smirked

"And If I win?"

"My arse, or my cock."

"That still sounds like it would benefit you more than me."

"Then I can't lose can I?"

"How much?"

"fifteen pounds."

"Fine" I smirked signing it and adding it to the pile

"Interesting you value a kiss at nine pounds but me fondling your tit is fifteen... I could in theory fondle your arse for less than the price of two kisses"

"Your turn" I smirked ignoring his comment and noticing he now had very little left to bet with so he slid the last of his money in "Not enough."

"Ohh come on-"

"Nope. you want to keep the stakes this high then meet them."

He rolled his eyes and slid over the pad and pen "Go on then."

I took the pen thinking for a moment this was all getting a bit intense but if I won! I got everything! and he was betting with my last three weeks' worth of allowance I had lost to him, as well as his recent winnings from evenings at the Cat and Bagpipes and wherever else he scampers off too to play cards that aren't just here with me when my father's out. And I had to admit... the idea of winning and turning his perverted little request of me sitting on his lap and him touching my intimate places into something humiliating for him to have to sit on my lap while I slap his arse was too good to resist. But what to make him do, trying to think of what would humiliate him the most...

'IOU, One spanking session. Signed _________'

And I slid it over with a smile

"Uhh? So I'd get to spank you? That definitely sounds like it's more for my benefit."

"Does it?"

"yeah. That's hot as fuck!"

"No, winner takes."

"So, when I win I get to give you a spanking my pouty little princess?"

"If you win. yes. and when I win, I get to bend you over and give you a spanking"

"You'd really spank me?"

"I would."

"You can't even say cunt in your own house when your father isn't here you're going to bend me over and spank me are you?"

"I am."

"Alright" he smirked signing it and adding it to the pile quickly taking the pad back writing quickly and sliding it over

'IOU, One tickle session. Signed _________'

"A what?"

"I get to lie you down, tie you up. and tickle you to my heart's content."

"With my clothes on?"

"...some of them"

"To what end?"

"My amusement."

"and when I win? I get to tie you up and tickle you?"

"If you win, yes."

"Alright" I smirked signing it and taking back the pad trying to think of something, and an evil thought came into my mind

'IOU, One orgasm. Signed _________'

and I folded the paper stroking down the fold line before kissing the fold and sliding it over to him, He watched me rather excitedly taking it kissing the fold line himself before opening it

"Oh." He stopped short "Really?"

"Really."

"My pouty little princess wants me to make her cum?"

"When I win."

"And if I win?"

"You get one I guess, if that happens."

"You'll make me cum?"

"I will."

"How?"

"hands."

"Ohh no no."

"You're the one short on money. I get to decide."

"Fine. Hands" He smirked quickly signing away and adding it to the pile "Ohh look at that now you need to bet, so you fold or you bet?"

"Bet."

"Good girl," he smirked taking the paper and pen back and I didn't even need to check it really I knew what he was going to write and as soon as it slid back to me

'IOU, One orgasm By mouth. Signed _________'

"So... when I win you owe me two?"

"One by hand, one by mouth to cash when requested."

I smirked and signed adding it to the pile

"Your turn, I'm not folding princess."

"Alright," I smirked taking the paper and pen, trying to think of something and then it hit me! god damn it why didn't I think of this earlier

'IOU, full nude pose. Signed _________'

and I slid it back

"Pose?"

"Yep."

"why a pose specicily?"

"I can draw you."

"Draw me? why a cute little picture to keep under your pillow?"

"To display in town and humiliate you."

"And when I win?"

"You can see me naked, I'm sure that'd amuse you."

"I'm a doctor. I see naked ladies a lot. Like... so much it's kinda boring now"

"Boring?"

"It's just boobs. and a pussy. Yes, both of those can be spectacular but.. they are just boobs." He shrugs "Can I draw you?"

"Can you draw?"

"... I would try. and then I can put you up in my room above my bed" he winked

"Fine."

"Deal" he smirked happily signing "My turn!" He smirked grabbing the pad back and quickly writing his own sliding the paper over

'IOU, One Full Penotrational Sex Session. Signed _________'

immediately I turned red and he just smirked,

"No!"

"What?"

"No! No way!"

"Why not?"

"We are not betting with my Innocence Jack."

"Everything is on the table, you said so."

"No!"

"You agree to the IOU, Or you you fold." He smirked,

"Fine." I sighed signing and smirking "I'll see you."

He smirked and revealed his cards,

"...... you cunt." I sighed revealing my cards and he had beaten me!

He chuckled and pulled his pile of winnings to himself gathering all the IOU's and flicking them and then using them as a fan for himself "Well... isn't this just a lovely turn of events" He smirked taking one out and sliding it over to me "I'd like to cash this one, Now."

I looked and it was the

'IOU, One lap sit lasting at least one minute. Signed _________'

I sighed ripping it and throwing it on the fire before I got up and moved to sit on his leg, immediately he wrapped his arms around me pulling me to his chest

"Aww pouty little princess."

"I hate you."

"I know."

"You are an evil... conniving little man."

"I know" he shrugs "Now... what are we to do with the rest of our evening?" he smirked "Ohh. I have some ideas" he smirked waving his IOU's around suggestively "I have some rewards to cash" He smirked shoving the papers into the cleavage of my dress, grabbing my thighs as he stood forcing me to wrap them around him, so I quickly wrapped my arms around him so I wouldn't fall

"JACK!" I squealed

"Off we go then, princess. Don't worry you won't be pouty much longer" he smirked carrying me up to my bedroom...

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freeuselandonorris · 8 months

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☰ for Monday, with the “who did this to you” trope? Love your fics <33

(from the fic ask game)

HI ANON i am so sorry this has taken me a million years to answer, i started weirdly overthinking it??

my understanding of the ‘who did this to you?’ trope is it’s very hurt/comfort-centric, which is not a genre i write very often (hence probably why i overthought this for so long lmao).

if i was to approach a remix of monday from this angle i think i’d like to do it from lando POV and explore more of why he’s so insecure and why it takes him so long to trust that oscar genuinely really likes him and isn’t just looking for a quick fuck to take the edge off. there’d be more of a focus on lando’s past relationships and in particular how he went from being a slightly nerdy kid (like, he looked twelve until he was about twenty) to suddenly being a millionaire heartthrob with a huge social media following. but he also self-describes as a simp (in the lando norris vs slang video) and clearly wants to be in a “real” relationship rather than just fucking about, so i’d look at what happened to him to make him so cautious with his heart.

proooobably this would end up with past dando or carlando? i have a mild aversion to carlos so i’d probably go for fuckboy daniel ngl.

i think it’d take oscar quite a long time to actually get round to asking lando what happened — partly because he’s got a bit of an attitude of “well, lando will tell me in his own time if it’s important to him” but also because there’s a bit of him that doesn’t really want to know, especially because he’s got a pretty good idea it involves another driver. he’d probably bring it up pretty idly, in the end — lando would make some veiled comment about how netflix would have creamed their collective pants if they’d known the half of it while oscar’s scrolling past DTS trying to find something to watch, and oscar would very casually… actually, y’know what.

Lando feels Oscar go still next to him and mentally kicks himself. Might’ve known Oscar wouldn’t let that one drop.

“So are you, like.” Oscar wets his lips and shifts on the bed, curling up so Lando’s tucked further into his chest. Lando presses himself back, drawing Oscar’s arm around him. “I dunno. Did something happen? With Dan.”

Lando closes his eyes, considers his options. It’s tempting to squirm back against Oscar’s body, press his arse into his crotch and slip Oscar’s hand under the hem of his T-shirt until he forgets the line of questioning, forgets he was saying anything at all. It’s mad, really, the way he responds: Lando only has to pull his shirt up, bite his lip a certain way, and he’ll have Oscar distracted and reaching for him, even now. It’s been months. Lando’s experienced it before, that first flush of desire when he can use his body to control how someone feels about him. It rarely lasts, though, once the novelty wears off.

Which is sort of the point.

He sighs, aware it sounds a bit huffy, and picks up his phone so he can flick through his notifications while he speaks. “I mean, I guess? It was just stupid, though.”

Oscar breathes behind him, slow and deliberate. He hums into Lando’s hair, strokes a thumb over the ticklish spot on Lando’s waist, the dip just above the ridge of muscle that delineates his hip.

Lando swipes through notifs from Discord, Instagram, iMessage, WhatsApp, Reddit, Sky Sport. Dismissing each without seeing it. He laughs, and it comes out all wrong, harsh in the back of his throat and defensive. God. Wet as fuck. “It was just — I mean, he was fucking miserable, you saw him. So I guess he just wanted a pick-me-up, y’know.”

“Right,” Oscar says, voice unreadable. He’s so fucking blank sometimes. Lando fights the urge to turn round and scrutinise his face, opens his emails instead and starts deleting anything that doesn’t look vital.

“He said,” Lando says, aiming to deliver it as a joke. “‘I’m straight, but I bet you suck dick like a girl anyway’. Like. What does that even mean?”

Oscar’s thumb stills, just for a moment, then resumes its slow path. “I know that’s offensive, but I can’t tell if it’s sexist or homophobic or both.”

Lando makes a disgruntled sound of agreement. “Yeah, well, whatever. It was — whatever. Wasn’t anything.”

“You said,” Oscar says mildly. “But I can see why you’d… Why it’d make you cautious.”

Lando sighs. Thinks of Luisa, showing him screenshots, her face streaked with tears. Watching the comments roll in, badly spelled threats he didn’t even bother reporting. The way Carlos never quite relaxed around him once people started tagging them in stupid ship videos. Googling how do you make someone sign an nda locked in an unfamiliar bathroom, mouth sour with vodka, head spinning. Waking up at 5am in lockdown, Max hyperventilating next to him. The girl from Raya he’d sent flowers to, trying to do the thing properly and be romantic, only to find she’d blocked him ten minutes after he got the Your package was successfully delivered email.

“It wasn’t him,” Lando says, locking his phone and putting it face down on the nightstand. He turns, tangling his legs between Oscar’s and leaning in to nip at his jaw, breathing in the familiar smell of Oscar’s basic aftershave. Oscar's arms tighten around him. His cheeks curve into a smile beneath Lando's mouth. “It doesn’t matter.”

#hopefully this baby ficlet makes up for my tardiness in replying!#think it's unblocked me after a few days of feeling frustrated with writing so hooray for that #apologies to dan i needed a villain #mctwinks #fic meta #answered #mondayverse #prompt fill

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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 14 days

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blank check for ur gold morning thoughts/predictions/etc. how are we feeling about all of this. (& how do u think it's going to end?) <3333

HI. FORGOT I HAD THIS STILL. taking my allotted break time (just started arc 29 ouahg) to finally . answer this

god. what the fuck man. how the fuck am i supposed to put my gold morning thoughts into words. this is gonna be so stream of consciousness and not organized AT ALL sorry :] btw i love that its called gold morning for one. thats so fucked. for the record i still feel so fucking vindicated that i was right all along about scion being scary i will never come down from this high of being so correct about media !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was actually just thinking abt this earlier i still think its so fucking crazy that. the slaughterhouse nine is like NOTHING now. all this time i had thought the apocalypse was gonna be some crazy rise to power for jack and instead hes just. fucking suffocating in some containment foam and his only meaningful contribution was saying some cryptic bullshit that set scion on a rampage. god. i have a lot of feelings abt that. and also the vague bonesaw redemption arc thats happening in the background (i dont want to call it that but also i cant think of the other word for that rn. only other word i can think of is domestication and thats not right either. you know what i mean)

uhhhhhhhhh okay predictions??? overall i do NOT expect worm to have a happy ending. i do still expect taylor to die at some point (shes gotten pretty fucking close a few times but god DAMN that girl is a cockroach (pun . intended)) i think a lot of people are gonna go out in a blaze of glory, specifically because that term has been used quite a few times recently... but i do think theyre going to succeed in either killing scion (probably more likely, we know the worms can be killed or. can at least DIE bc of his counterpart) or my insane person theory which is punting him back out into the cosmos and sending him to continue his cycle somewhere else. if that happens i think all the capes with (natural) powers will lose their powers, but the cauldron capes will still have theirs bc theyre like... artificial and it seemed like scion couldnt affect them as efficiently as he could capes with shards?????? idk. still DYING 2 know what happened to the corpse of the counterpart. potentially the way they send him away is by finding a way to revive it?? and then they can leave together. that seems way too happily ever after than what im expecting though. idk man im just. throwing wet pasta at the wall. if i say enough insane things perhaps i will be sort of kind of right and itll be really funny.

EXTREMELY excited bc like. i have 2 arcs left. i definitely wont finish it today like i was kind of hoping i would but im definitely gonna be. done with worm this week. what an insane thing to say. ive been reading this book since like. what. april? may?? i dont remember. either way holy shit good fucking book everyone read worm NOW. i was planning on drawing/writing some nhw this weekend but god damn i just got sucked into the worm fugue instead i NEED to know how this damn book ends dude.

#I ALSO CANT WAIT TO START PACT AFTER THIS. GOD.#im gonna take a LITTLE bit of a break bc theres a book i borrowed from my mom earlier this summer and she wants it back #so im gonna read that before starting pact but like. oooough. damn.#so fucking excited man #asks #intertexts #wormposting #worm spoilers #reaction time

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dreamtydraw · 1 month

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hi there!! so I was recently looking for visual novels to occupy my time with, and I came across 21 questions, so I played it. and I loved it. so I played tulipe. and I liked that one a lot too. then I checked out your social media and I was really curious about the ✨️paranormal club lore✨️, so I just played all of them-

I didn't realize it when I was playing the game, but I've seen a lot of your our life art here on tumblr and I can't get over how pretty it is! even when it's just doodles that you do for fun, I still really like your style cause you make everyone look so nice. even if you're just drawing clem in a clown suit, we still love that

I don’t usually draw anymore because even though I used to like it, I feel like I lack all motivation to do it now, but seeing your art is really giving me inspiration to pick up a paper and a pencil and start drawing again :D

I personally share your love for visual novels, and I enjoy replaying yours because they're honestly so nice. I guess I just like seeing the way the story progresses and how relatable the characters feel, especially as a non-binary person who struggles to see themselves represented in games. plus I just like the voice acting in 21 questions

if I'm honest, even if it wasn't my usual genre of romance, night shift was a good play as well, especially for your first game! I can feel the inspiration from horror games and I love those types of things sm. I get why you'd wanna go back and redo it someday, but I think especially in terms of the plot and characters, it had a captivating plot and it was well written... françoise betrayed us tho rip

also this isn't about the games but from what I've seen, it honestly feels like you're a really nice person who happens to be really talented and so you deserve really nice things. even if you haven't been getting them until now, I hope you do start because you deserve it!! I like reading your visual novel rambles bc I agree with a lot of stuff, just me nodding my head in agreement like I wouldn't look crazy if anyone saw me. and it feels nice to see that people still talk about fictif stories to this day cause god they've been collecting dust 😭 I miss those days where I'd be so excited whenever an update was announced... guess I'll never get my rime route now :(

lastly, I just wanna say that I love clem sm. they're literally so cool but still so adorable and I wanna give them all the love and affection. I want us to bake together and then paint each other's nails 💅

and this question has been keeping me awake at night so I just have to ask, I know that at the end of the game he said we'd keep in contact like aurore and her partner, but would they let mc just. follow them to London while he does his thing? there's no point in being in France without your blond french, and I've always wanted to move to an english speaking place anyways... clem can put me in their suitcase, I'll be good 🫶

thank you for listening to my silly rambles, I hope you're having a good day and if not, I really hope it gets better! remember to take care of yourself and take breaks whenever you need them, you're only human so you aren't always gonna be perfect, but at least you know you always try your best even if things don't go the way you want them to <3

Anon whoever you are I love you and I really wish you a wonderful day I started sobbing a bit too hard and now my eyes kinda hurt a bit but your message makes me feel a lot of things and I’m really grateful for such kindness. I’m fucking crying on my poor plushies cause I don’t have tissue, they are all wet and miserable 😭😭😭😭 Words trully can’t explain how much this message means to me, like, this is the kind of message that i’ll keep in my phone gallery to look at when i feel sad and it’s just so sweet and it rassure all the bad things I think about myself so I’m very emotional. It’s 2 am and I had a very long day so I physically and emotionally don’t handle it well but i promise it’s / pos i’m just blabling incoherent thoughts just to say thank you so much and I’m glad you enjoy what I create and I’m glad you draw again and I hope you find joy in making stuff you like + you get soft and cold pillow at night and warm meals in winter anon.

Now i am so sad to spread bad news BUT…. The canon ending of 21 questions is the platonic ending. 21q happens in 2019, Clem move to London in 2021 and ( spoiler alert ) will be spotted in Apple bag which takes place in 2022. Clem’s character and story haven’t entirely been revealed in his game for reasons that I’ll hopefully share in a futur but it’s for the same reasons that realistically… the relationship in 21q is destined to end with distance.

BUT that not the end if you imagine a future with Clem. If your intention is to romance them then there is an open window for the timeline where he’s a bit older. When exactly ? I won’t spoil but all I have to say is that this relationship can work on long term ! It’s just a good person, wrong moment situation and once you know everything about him, then his romance options become more real :}

Mystic talk sorry, like i said i just had an emotional breakdown and it’s late so i will shut my mouth and go to sleep ! Once again thank you so much for your kind words an hopefully you’ll like what I plan to release in the future. Tons of love ❤️

#important #anon ask #ask answer #my games #dreamty’s ramble #apple bag #paranormal club #21 questions #clem

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divine-elixir · 7 months

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It took me a while, but I wrote something something about my experiences with shapeshifting. It isn't all that long, but what should I expect. Describing all that I am is hard, and what I am rejects descriptions.

I did not proof read this.

In my free time, I like to close my eyes and imagine. On a good day, I'm able to imagine things with such vividness it's like I'm really there. And at times, if I focus on my form, I can feel what it's like to be different things. Animals, inanimate objects, rivers, music, the wind, nothing, anything one could possibly think of. I don't know if I can describe the experience wholly, it feels as natural as breathing is to those who need air.

Being what I am, something I can only describe with difficulty, the number of forms I can take are limitless. I am but an avatar of sorts of that vast nameless thing that is everything. No matter how I describe or label it, nothing ever seems right, the same way nothing ever seems right for me. Writing this is hard, words are hard, but if I were to use analogies.....it would be like how the director of Digi/mon Adven/ture, Hiro/yuki Kaku/dou described digi/mon evolution.

When it is time for the digi/mon to evolve, the children's digi/vices send a signal to what can be described as the cloud of the digi/tal world. All of the world's information is stored there, and the signal simply downloads the data/information that is needed for the digi/mon to evolve into their next form. Basically, for agu/mon to become grey/mon, he just needs to download grey/mon's data and put on a new texture after modifying his wireframe and capabilities. It is less evolution as we know it, and more of a metamorphosis.

It isn't the perfect analogy. But being everything, all the information across the multiverse is already in me. I need only tap into it with a thought or my will alone. If I wished, I can be anything from a god or pika/chu. And I am sure my essence would change to match those things as well.

On Tey/vat, I'm unsure if anyone could see through my disguise. Given they ever had the chance to meet me. And I don't know if I ever let anyone know of what I was, though I do have a memory of entertaining the traveler and Pai/mon a bit. They definitely goaded me to take even bigger forms, all in good fun......I can't resist sopping wet pleading eyes.

On the other hand, when I wasn't being encouraged to fool around I think I spent most of my time in forms that never exceeded the size of a 4'9"ish elf. I didn't like drawing attention to myself, and I think a part of me understood that there was a very fine line between what a human considered a benevolent divine thing and a monster.

Emotions and my environment influence me easily. I was rather quiet, reserved, and subdued. I was scared of hurting others and still am. To me, hurting others is equivalent to hurting oneself so I avoid it. If I kept others at a distance, then the risk of becoming something frightening due to stress or anger is lessened. This isn't to say I couldn't control my form, I certainly could, but being something so vast and fluid.......the ocean is a fickle thing. If others think they could sail my heart without a care for my feelings, then I might just drown them or drown myself in the process.

Currently, I can still feel myself take on different shapes. All dependent on how I feel, personal choice, or whatever piece of media I consumed recently. But when I'm awake at night and at peace, I can honestly say that I feel like absolutely nothing.

#lapine musings #nonhuman #otherkin #otherkind #fictionkin #fictionkind

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kunehokki · 1 year

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How did you find your style?

hmmm, kind of interesting you ask that bc i'm not sure i've even fully found it yet (or ever will /positive) since my brain loves to force me to constantly experiment with art 👉👈

sorry if i sound super cliche but like literally i . practice with what i wanna keep (eg. hair) and change what i hate in my style (eg. noses)

ig one thing that helps is to find the brush/textures youre comfortable w the most!! and also find inspirations in art media and in ur friends! AND REFS AND ANATOMY REALLY HELP esp in the beginning of trying to adapt it further to what ur comfy with!!

more in particular to me and my experience so far:

• i use a textured brush thats like a pencil but like . 100% opacity cos i don’t like it when my strokes overlap <- is dumb

• @bad12amcomic helps me out a lot with anatomy as well as some other friends and the gee ef that hype me up / help out in vc (ty brainrot hours!!)

• my friend val (not tagged bc they’re not involved in mcyt fandom) is also a BIG inspiration to me for art in general bc they have such a gorgeous art style that i wish they shared more and i love to yoink their brushes and WISHED i could render fabric like them . and they do it in two layers . what da hell

here’s a desert duo i held them at gunpoint to draw for me <3 everyone clap for my wonderful jester

AND OF COURSE !!! some notable examples of choco and val in particular doing me a solid LMAO

• i reference the painting styles/traits of rendered pieces in witch hat atelier, toilet bound hanako kun, and dungeon meshi! one that i’ve taken a liking to in particular is how they do eyes in tbhk, in my pearl art i try to emulate the vibe and fail horrendously but it came out pretty nice (I DONT EVEN KNOW WHICH CHARACTER I REFERENCED THE MOST DURING THIS…BRO 😭😭)

(stares at you with my wet cat eyes)

anyways thank u for the lovely ask! i am awfully sorry if it’s not the answer you were hoping for or wanted, but i hope it helped somebody.

…..this was also a big excuse to ramble about my lovely friends

here's an eefo if you read the whole thing :]

#asks #my art #LOWKEY #my mutuals :]#etho cameo in the bottom #a letter for me!#basket of lilacs

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medicus-mortem · 2 years

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Thoughts on the Ch 1063 bullshit:

Basically this shit:

And boy is there a lot to cover here so I’m gonna divide this into some main points/issues I’ll address. Those being:

1. Thoughts/feelings on Genderswaps in general.

2. Doc Q’s disease fruit.

3. Fandom behaviour.

4. Law’s reaction.

Without further ado lets just get down to business.

1. Thoughts/feelings on Genderswaps in general.

Personally genderswaps have always made me uncomfortable. At first I believed they were inherently transphobic but perhaps I do need to reconsider that idea, depending on why a genderswap is being done, because that is the crux of my main issue with them; the intent behind them. I have yet to see a genderswap done in any media that isn’t for the sole purpose of fanservice. Be it turning a man into a sexy woman because boobs or turning women into men to create a fetishised gay relationship.

What is worse is how these gender swaps often completely change a character’s personality. The greatest offender of this is when dominating male characters are turned female and they become meeker. It’s as if people believe suddenly having a vagina makes you gentler. It does not.

We know for a fact the purpose behind this particular genderswap is for fanservice reasons. There really is no good reason for this to happen, especially with how it came to be, which is in itself fucking disgusting. Oda just wanted to draw tiddies and so he did. Just look at the pose and the way Law’s shirt hangs off him, then there is the wet shirt situation. 100% done for the ‘male gaze’.

2. Doc Q’s disease fruit.

I have no issues with the fruit itself. Being able to create diseases and infect people around you with them is a very cool and terrifying devil fruit and Doc Q is honestly the perfect user for it. Except no he fucking isn’t. Look how he’s decided to use it? Before even going into how inherently problematic it is to call turning someone female a disease, this is not an effective use of his power. Turning the Hearts female doesn’t weaken them or make it easier to take them down. He should have done a proper disease, something that would give them fevers or debilitating coughs, or fucking have horrible growths. Something actually deadly.

Hell, I would have loved to see him induce symptoms similar to Amber Lead in the crew and then watched Law have a panic attack because there is all his childhood trauma all over again. Can you really say you wouldn’t find that far more compelling than suddenly everyone has tits?

Now lets go into how disgusting this whole fucking thing is as a concept. First lets look at what Doc Q calls this disease.

The Ma-Lady Transformation Plague. You know what that tells me? It only turns males into females. How fucking horrible is that? It’s not even an equal genderswap situation. It’s specifically made to turn men into sexy women. Like, what the actual fuck!? To then have this as a disease, which is not how genetics determines ones sex at all. The only other person who can do this is Ivankov and that’s through hormone injections which is part of what sex reassignment surgery does, which makes sense. This absolutely does not. Not as a disease, not as an effective weapon, and certainly not as a reasonable choice of attack.

Just ... how are people not furious about this whole situation?

3. Fandom behaviour.

This is where I am gonna get the hate thrown at me but I truly don’t care. What I have seen in the Law tag on Tumblr has disgusted me. Everywhere I look it’s people going rabid for a Trafalgar Law with tits. It’s gross over sexualising behaviour. Already the One Piece fandom treated Law like the fandom bicycle, throwing him in ships all over the place and making him seem nothing more than a glorified dildo, which enraged me as a Law writer, but now it’s worse. Now they have precedence to feed into their bullshit.

Then we have the people using this as proof of their trans!Law headcanons. Now, let me make it clear I have no problem with different gender headcanons for Law. I fully support them, I truly do, but I do question the ethicality of a trans headcanon that is using a moment when Law’s gender is changed without his consent as proof that he is trans. Especially when I see everyone suddenly giving him female pronouns when he’s turned into a woman. Law might have boobs and a vagina now but in canon he’s still gonna use male pronouns. Honestly, considering how pissed the fandom gets when people misgender Yamato I do not get it. Isn’t this the same deal?

4. Law’s reaction.

Now let’s end this post on something kinda positive, while ignoring how gross Shachi and Penguin’s reaction to Law’s gender swap is. I can tell you I know a few Shachi and Penguin writers who are going to write that garbage out of their canon. I’m gonna do the same thing with this whole situation. Will make a post about that too.

Anyway, when I first saw this genderswap thing through a leak (which is something I really hate about manga based fan communities) I had the fear that Law would react like all genderswaps tend to do. Get meek, freak out over his new boobs, or even become a perv about it. All things I saw as wildly out of character, but he did none of those things and I am thankful for that. He was pragmatic and focused on the situation. His people were in danger and he was not going to be phased by this change, after all Trafalgar Law is just as capable whether he has a dick or a vagina. That was something I liked, seeing Law thrown into a weird situation and still being in control.

Good and appropriate characterisation. That I approve of. Still would have been better if he had to deal with an actual real and concerning disease.

TLDR: I am angry. I am offended. And so should you be. We deserved better, more compelling content as a fanbase.

#puppet master // ooc #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #op spoilers #op hate #genderswap tw

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bengeskosmokes · 2 months

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Vanilla Taffiez

Definitely not the first strain I've tried, but it is the most recent, and what I've recently used, so first review it is!

(Disclaimer: Vanilla Taffiez is a rather new strain, so not much is known. I will update with relevant info/links as I get them)

Vanilla Taffiez is grown by SOL, and processed by Entourage Cannabis. (I reached out to them to inquire about the strain's genetics.)

Indica Dominant Hybrid, genetics (currently) unknown.

THC: 69.90% (nice)

CBD: 0.13%

Terps: 12.78%

beta Myrcene: 3.369%

beta Caryophyllene: 2.555%

Limonene: 1.923%

Total Cannabinoids:

THC: 69.90%

CBG: 1.56%

THCV: 0.32%

Smell: I use a smoke buddy, so the smell is minimal, I only exhaled a little to get the smell without irritating the neighbors.

The smell is less skunky/piney, and actually smells like hay when it's almost dry and has that grassy, sweet musky smell. It's actually quite pleasant.

Taste: On the inhale, it tastes like it smells, and on the exhale there is hints of something sweet like frosting, and little bits of citrus. It's not bad but it is odd because the aftertaste is a mix of both inhale/exhale so there's a juxtaposition of WET HAY and limonene frosting.

The High:

The high starts in the head and radiates out and down, and leaves a pleasant buzz in its wake. Limbs feel floaty, head feels blissfully empty, and after an hour, if a task is picked up, focus is very intense, and there are no errant or random thoughts.

Multitasked by drawing and watching a show- and did not bounce around to other things, like switching to a new tab, or scrolling media. Just drew, and half watched the show, and retained it/was able to follow the plot, because I could actively focus on two things at once. Only get that with Vyvanse, so I definitely enjoy this high.

Was also very calm, content, and VERY easily amused to the point of wheezing from laughter. Good mood booster.

Also made Gino like 30000000000000% times cuter, idk how that's possible, or maybe the weed lets me glimpse the true reality of how cute he really is.

9/10 for the high- knocked one off because it did chair lock me, and I forgot to pee for like 5 hours.

The physical:

Was very surprised by this one. Almost every strain I've tried end up giving me a stuffy nose, which results in dry mouth. This one did that around the time I took the hit, but quickly faded after 20 minutes or so.

Eyes were a bit itchy, a bit dry, but I'm experienced enough (especially with hEDS) to put in a drop of artificial tears in each eye before taking the hit, so the itchy/dryness was minimal.

(Also, will sound weird, but rubbing a very thin layer of cocoa butter on your eyelids beforehand helps, too.)

Did not give me the munchies, but it DID make my cheap ass mac and cheese taste like heaven.

7/10 for the physical.

Pain:

Brings my pain to a level where I can easily ignore it in favor of the focus it gives me on whatever task I'm doing.

Migraine remains to be seen, but it DID chase off the lingering tension headache that followed a five day migraine I recently got over, so I already am loading it into my arsenal of migraine remedies.

Despite being an Indica dominant, it didn't make me drowsy, just chair locked, which I didn't mind, except for the fact that I didn't notice I needed to pee for five hours.

6/10 for pain.

Overall rating: 7/10!

#bengesko's reviews #vanilla taffiez #S: Indica Dom Hybrid #B: Entourage Cannabis #R: 7 #Info: Incomplete

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evenasyoungastheyare · 2 years

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Colourful (wip)

@gouinetteparletrop

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche fanart #drawing #wip #kinn x porsche #the bathroom scene #mileapo #this is a challenge #to redraw some of my b&w picture into watercolor #piece #suggested by #gouinetteparletrop #i hope you don't mind #i will use coloured pencils to finish it #even when it is overworked already #i am really not used to draw with wet media #alone #i need practice #because it looks terrible

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qqueenofhades · 3 years

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The Green Knight and Medieval Metatextuality: An Essay

Right, so. Finally watched it last night, and I’ve been thinking about it literally ever since, except for the part where I was asleep. As I said to fellow medievalist and admirer of Dev Patel @oldshrewsburyian, it’s possibly the most fascinating piece of medieval-inspired media that I’ve seen in ages, and how refreshing to have something in this genre that actually rewards critical thought and deep analysis, rather than me just fulminating fruitlessly about how popular media thinks that slapping blood, filth, and misogyny onto some swords and castles is “historically accurate.” I read a review of TGK somewhere that described it as the anti-Game of Thrones, and I’m inclined to think that’s accurate. I didn’t agree with all of the film’s tonal, thematic, or interpretative choices, but I found them consistently stylish, compelling, and subversive in ways both small and large, and I’m gonna have to write about it or I’ll go crazy. So. Brace yourselves.

(Note: My PhD is in medieval history, not medieval literature, and I haven’t worked on SGGK specifically, but I am familiar with it, its general cultural context, and the historical influences, images, and debates that both the poem and the film referenced and drew upon, so that’s where this meta is coming from.)

First, obviously, while the film is not a straight-up text-to-screen version of the poem (though it is by and large relatively faithful), it is a multi-layered meta-text that comments on the original Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, the archetypes of chivalric literature as a whole, modern expectations for medieval films, the hero’s journey, the requirements of being an “honorable knight,” and the nature of death, fate, magic, and religion, just to name a few. Given that the Arthurian legendarium, otherwise known as the Matter of Britain, was written and rewritten over several centuries by countless authors, drawing on and changing and hybridizing interpretations that sometimes challenged or outright contradicted earlier versions, it makes sense for the film to chart its own path and make its own adaptational decisions as part of this multivalent, multivocal literary canon. Sir Gawain himself is a canonically and textually inconsistent figure; in the movie, the characters merrily pronounce his name in several different ways, most notably as Sean Harris/King Arthur’s somewhat inexplicable “Garr-win.” He might be a man without a consistent identity, but that’s pointed out within the film itself. What has he done to define himself, aside from being the king’s nephew? Is his quixotic quest for the Green Knight actually going to resolve the question of his identity and his honor – and if so, is it even going to matter, given that successful completion of the “game” seemingly equates with death?

Likewise, as the anti-Game of Thrones, the film is deliberately and sometimes maddeningly non-commercial. For an adaptation coming from a studio known primarily for horror, it almost completely eschews the cliché that gory bloodshed equals authentic medievalism; the only graphic scene is the Green Knight’s original beheading. The violence is only hinted at, subtextual, suspenseful; it is kept out of sight, around the corner, never entirely played out or resolved. In other words, if anyone came in thinking that they were going to watch Dev Patel luridly swashbuckle his way through some CGI monsters like bad Beowulf adaptations of yore, they were swiftly disappointed. In fact, he seems to spend most of his time being wet, sad, and failing to meet the moment at hand (with a few important exceptions).

The film unhurriedly evokes a medieval setting that is both surreal and defiantly non-historical. We travel (in roughly chronological order) from Anglo-Saxon huts to Romanesque halls to high-Gothic cathedrals to Tudor villages and half-timbered houses, culminating in the eerie neo-Renaissance splendor of the Lord and Lady’s hall, before returning to the ancient trees of the Green Chapel and its immortal occupant: everything that has come before has now returned to dust. We have been removed even from imagined time and place and into a moment where it ceases to function altogether. We move forward, backward, and sideways, as Gawain experiences past, present, and future in unison. He is dislocated from his own sense of himself, just as we, the viewers, are dislocated from our sense of what is the “true” reality or filmic narrative; what we think is real turns out not to be the case at all. If, of course, such a thing even exists at all.

This visual evocation of the entire medieval era also creates a setting that, unlike GOT, takes pride in rejecting absolutely all political context or Machiavellian maneuvering. The film acknowledges its own cultural ubiquity and the question of whether we really need yet another King Arthur adaptation: none of the characters aside from Gawain himself are credited by name. We all know it’s Arthur, but he’s listed only as “king.” We know the spooky druid-like old man with the white beard is Merlin, but it’s never required to spell it out. The film gestures at our pre-existing understanding; it relies on us to fill in the gaps, cuing us to collaboratively produce the story with it, positioning us as listeners as if we were gathered to hear the original poem. Just like fanfiction, it knows that it doesn’t need to waste time introducing every single character or filling in ultimately unnecessary background knowledge, when the audience can be relied upon to bring their own.

As for that, the film explicitly frames itself as a “filmed adaptation of the chivalric romance” in its opening credits, and continues to play with textual referents and cues throughout: telling us where we are, what’s happening, or what’s coming next, rather like the rubrics or headings within a medieval manuscript. As noted, its historical/architectural references span the entire medieval European world, as does its costume design. I was particularly struck by the fact that Arthur and Guinevere’s crowns resemble those from illuminated monastic manuscripts or Eastern Orthodox iconography: they are both crown and halo, they confer an air of both secular kingship and religious sanctity. The question in the film’s imagined epilogue thus becomes one familiar to Shakespeare’s Henry V: heavy is the head that wears the crown. Does Gawain want to earn his uncle’s crown, take over his place as king, bear the fate of Camelot, become a great ruler, a husband and father in ways that even Arthur never did, only to see it all brought to dust by his cowardice, his reliance on unscrupulous sorcery, and his unfulfilled promise to the Green Knight? Is it better to have that entire life and then lose it, or to make the right choice now, even if it means death?

Likewise, Arthur’s kingly mantle is Byzantine in inspiration, as is the icon of the Virgin Mary-as-Theotokos painted on Gawain’s shield (which we see broken apart during the attack by the scavengers). The film only glances at its religious themes rather than harping on them explicitly; we do have the cliché scene of the male churchmen praying for Gawain’s safety, opposite Gawain’s mother and her female attendants working witchcraft to protect him. (When oh when will I get my film that treats medieval magic and medieval religion as the complementary and co-existing epistemological systems that they were, rather than portraying them as diametrically binary and disparagingly gendered opposites?) But despite the interim setbacks borne from the failure of Christian icons, the overall resolution of the film could serve as the culmination of a medieval Christian morality tale: Gawain can buy himself a great future in the short term if he relies on the protection of the enchanted green belt to avoid the Green Knight’s killing stroke, but then he will have to watch it all crumble until he is sitting alone in his own hall, his children dead and his kingdom destroyed, as a headless corpse who only now has been brave enough to accept his proper fate. By removing the belt from his person in the film’s Inception-like final scene, he relinquishes the taint of black magic and regains his religious honor, even at the likely cost of death. That, the medieval Christian morality tale would agree, is the correct course of action.

Gawain’s encounter with St. Winifred likewise presents a more subtle vision of medieval Christianity. Winifred was an eighth-century Welsh saint known for being beheaded, after which (by the power of another saint) her head was miraculously restored to her body and she went on to live a long and holy life. It doesn’t quite work that way in TGK. (St Winifred’s Well is mentioned in the original SGGK, but as far as I recall, Gawain doesn’t meet the saint in person.) In the film, Gawain encounters Winifred’s lifelike apparition, who begs him to dive into the mere and retrieve her head (despite appearances, she warns him, it is not attached to her body). This fits into the pattern of medieval ghost stories, where the dead often return to entreat the living to help them finish their business; they must be heeded, but when they are encountered in places they shouldn’t be, they must be put back into their proper physical space and reminded of their real fate. Gawain doesn’t follow William of Newburgh’s practical recommendation to just fetch some brawny young men with shovels to beat the wandering corpse back into its grave. Instead, in one of his few moments of unqualified heroism, he dives into the dark water and retrieves Winifred’s skull from the bottom of the lake. Then when he returns to the house, he finds the rest of her skeleton lying in the bed where he was earlier sleeping, and carefully reunites the skull with its body, finally allowing it to rest in peace.

However, Gawain’s involvement with Winifred doesn’t end there. The fox that he sees on the bank after emerging with her skull, who then accompanies him for the rest of the film, is strongly implied to be her spirit, or at least a companion that she has sent for him. Gawain has handled a saint’s holy bones; her relics, which were well known to grant protection in the medieval world. He has done the saint a service, and in return, she extends her favor to him. At the end of the film, the fox finally speaks in a human voice, warning him not to proceed to the fateful final encounter with the Green Knight; it will mean his death. The symbolism of having a beheaded saint serve as Gawain’s guide and protector is obvious, since it is the fate that may or may not lie in store for him. As I said, the ending is Inception-like in that it steadfastly refuses to tell you if the hero is alive (or will live) or dead (or will die). In the original SGGK, of course, the Green Knight and the Lord turn out to be the same person, Gawain survives, it was all just a test of chivalric will and honor, and a trap put together by Morgan Le Fay in an attempt to frighten Guinevere. It’s essentially able to be laughed off: a game, an adventure, not real. TGK takes this paradigm and flips it (to speak…) on its head.

Gawain’s rescue of Winifred’s head also rewards him in more immediate terms: his/the Green Knight’s axe, stolen by the scavengers, is miraculously restored to him in her cottage, immediately and concretely demonstrating the virtue of his actions. This is one of the points where the film most stubbornly resists modern storytelling conventions: it simply refuses to add in any kind of “rational” or “empirical” explanation of how else it got there, aside from the grace and intercession of the saint. This is indeed how it works in medieval hagiography: things simply reappear, are returned, reattached, repaired, made whole again, and Gawain’s lost weapon is thus restored, symbolizing that he has passed the test and is worthy to continue with the quest. The film’s narrative is not modernizing its underlying medieval logic here, and it doesn’t particularly care if a modern audience finds it “convincing” or not. As noted, the film never makes any attempt to temporalize or localize itself; it exists in a determinedly surrealist and ahistorical landscape, where naked female giants who look suspiciously like Tilda Swinton roam across the wild with no necessary explanation. While this might be frustrating for some people, I actually found it a huge relief that a clearly fantastic and fictional literary adaptation was not acting like it was qualified to teach “real history” to its audience. Nobody would come out of TGK thinking that they had seen the “actual” medieval world, and since we have enough of a problem with that sort of thing thanks to GOT, I for one welcome the creation of a medieval imaginative space that embraces its eccentric and unrealistic elements, rather than trying to fit them into the Real Life box.

This plays into the fact that the film, like a reused medieval manuscript containing more than one text, is a palimpsest: for one, it audaciously rewrites the entire Arthurian canon in the wordless vision of Gawain’s life after escaping the Green Knight (I could write another meta on that dream-epilogue alone). It moves fluidly through time and creates alternate universes in at least two major points: one, the scene where Gawain is tied up and abandoned by the scavengers and that long circling shot reveals his skeletal corpse rotting on the sward, only to return to our original universe as Gawain decides that he doesn’t want that fate, and two, Gawain as King. In this alternate ending, Arthur doesn’t die in battle with Mordred, but peaceably in bed, having anointed his worthy nephew as his heir. Gawain becomes king, has children, gets married, governs Camelot, becomes a ruler surpassing even Arthur, but then watches his son get killed in battle, his subjects turn on him, and his family vanish into the dust of his broken hall before he himself, in despair, pulls the enchanted scarf out of his clothing and succumbs to his fate.

In this version, Gawain takes on the responsibility for the fall of Camelot, not Arthur. This is the hero’s burden, but he’s obtained it dishonorably, by cheating. It is a vivid but mimetic future which Gawain (to all appearances) ultimately rejects, returning the film to the realm of traditional Arthurian canon – but not quite. After all, if Gawain does get beheaded after that final fade to black, it would represent a significant alteration from the poem and the character’s usual arc. Are we back in traditional canon or aren’t we? Did Gawain reject that future or didn’t he? Do all these alterities still exist within the visual medium of the meta-text, and have any of them been definitely foreclosed?

Furthermore, the film interrogates itself and its own tropes in explicit and overt ways. In Gawain’s conversation with the Lord, the Lord poses the question that many members of the audience might have: is Gawain going to carry out this potentially pointless and suicidal quest and then be an honorable hero, just like that? What is he actually getting by staggering through assorted Irish bogs and seeming to reject, rather than embrace, the paradigms of a proper quest and that of an honorable knight? He lies about being a knight to the scavengers, clearly out of fear, and ends up cravenly bound and robbed rather than fighting back. He denies knowing anything about love to the Lady (played by Alicia Vikander, who also plays his lover at the start of the film with a decidedly ropey Yorkshire accent, sorry to say). He seems to shrink from the responsibility thrust on him, rather than rise to meet it (his only honorable act, retrieving Winifred’s head, is discussed above) and yet here he still is, plugging away. Why is he doing this? What does he really stand to gain, other than accepting a choice and its consequences (somewhat?) The film raises these questions, but it has no plans to answer them. It’s going to leave you to think about them for yourself, and it isn’t going to spoon-feed you any ultimate moral or neat resolution. In this interchange, it’s easy to see both the echoes of a formal dialogue between two speakers (a favored medieval didactic tactic) and the broader purpose of chivalric literature: to interrogate what it actually means to be a knight, how personal honor is generated, acquired, and increased, and whether engaging in these pointless and bloody “war games” is actually any kind of real path to lasting glory.

The film’s treatment of race, gender, and queerness obviously also merits comment. By casting Dev Patel, an Indian-born actor, as an Arthurian hero, the film is… actually being quite accurate to the original legends, doubtless much to the disappointment of assorted internet racists. The thirteenth-century Arthurian romance Parzival (Percival) by the German poet Wolfram von Eschenbach notably features the character of Percival’s mixed-race half-brother, Feirefiz, son of their father by his first marriage to a Muslim princess. Feirefiz is just as heroic as Percival (Gawaine, for the record, also plays a major role in the story) and assists in the quest for the Holy Grail, though it takes his conversion to Christianity for him to properly behold it.

By introducing Patel (and Sarita Chowdhury as Morgause) to the visual representation of Arthuriana, the film quietly does away with the “white Middle Ages” cliché that I have complained about ad nauseam; we see background Asian and black members of Camelot, who just exist there without having to conjure up some complicated rationale to explain their presence. The Lady also uses a camera obscura to make Gawain’s portrait. Contrary to those who might howl about anachronism, this technique was known in China as early as the fourth century BCE and the tenth/eleventh century Islamic scholar Ibn al-Haytham was probably the best-known medieval authority to write on it extensively; Latin translations of his work inspired European scientists from Roger Bacon to Leonardo da Vinci. Aside from the symbolism of an upside-down Gawain (and when he sees the portrait again during the ‘fall of Camelot’, it is right-side-up, representing that Gawain himself is in an upside-down world), this presents a subtle challenge to the prevailing Eurocentric imagination of the medieval world, and draws on other global influences.

As for gender, we have briefly touched on it above; in the original SGGK, Gawain’s entire journey is revealed to be just a cruel trick of Morgan Le Fay, simply trying to destabilize Arthur’s court and upset his queen. (Morgan is the old blindfolded woman who appears in the Lord and Lady’s castle and briefly approaches Gawain, but her identity is never explicitly spelled out.) This is, obviously, an implicitly misogynistic setup: an evil woman plays a trick on honorable men for the purpose of upsetting another woman, the honorable men overcome it, the hero survives, and everyone presumably lives happily ever after (at least until Mordred arrives).

Instead, by plunging the outcome into doubt and the hero into a much darker and more fallible moral universe, TGK shifts the blame for Gawain’s adventure and ultimate fate from Morgan to Gawain himself. Likewise, Guinevere is not the passive recipient of an evil deception but in a way, the catalyst for the whole thing. She breaks the seal on the Green Knight’s message with a weighty snap; she becomes the oracle who reads it out, she is alarming rather than alarmed, she disrupts the complacency of the court and silently shows up all the other knights who refuse to step forward and answer the Green Knight’s challenge. Gawain is not given the ontological reassurance that it’s just a practical joke and he’s going to be fine (and thanks to the unresolved ending, neither are we). The film instead takes the concept at face value in order to push the envelope and ask the simple question: if a man was going to be actually-for-real beheaded in a year, why would he set out on a suicidal quest? Would you, in Gawain’s place, make the same decision to cast aside the enchanted belt and accept your fate? Has he made his name, will he be remembered well? What is his legacy?

Indeed, if there is any hint of feminine connivance and manipulation, it arrives in the form of the implication that Gawain’s mother has deliberately summoned the Green Knight to test her son, prove his worth, and position him as his childless uncle’s heir; she gives him the protective belt to make sure he won’t actually die, and her intention all along was for the future shown in the epilogue to truly play out (minus the collapse of Camelot). Only Gawain loses the belt thanks to his cowardice in the encounter with the scavengers, regains it in a somewhat underhanded and morally questionable way when the Lady is attempting to seduce him, and by ultimately rejecting it altogether and submitting to his uncertain fate, totally mucks up his mother’s painstaking dynastic plans for his future. In this reading, Gawain could be king, and his mother’s efforts are meant to achieve that goal, rather than thwart it. He is thus required to shoulder his own responsibility for this outcome, rather than conveniently pawning it off on an “evil woman,” and by extension, the film asks the question: What would the world be like if men, especially those who make war on others as a way of life, were actually forced to face the consequences of their reckless and violent actions? Is it actually a “game” in any sense of the word, especially when chivalric literature is constantly preoccupied with the question of how much glorious violence is too much glorious violence? If you structure social prestige for the king and the noble male elite entirely around winning battles and existing in a state of perpetual war, when does that begin to backfire and devour the knightly class – and the rest of society – instead?

This leads into the central theme of Gawain’s relationships with the Lord and Lady, and how they’re treated in the film. The poem has been repeatedly studied in terms of its latent (and sometimes… less than latent) queer subtext: when the Lord asks Gawain to pay back to him whatever he should receive from his wife, does he already know what this involves; i.e. a physical and romantic encounter? When the Lady gives kisses to Gawain, which he is then obliged to return to the Lord as a condition of the agreement, is this all part of a dastardly plot to seduce him into a kinky green-themed threesome with a probably-not-human married couple looking to spice up their sex life? Why do we read the Lady’s kisses to Gawain as romantic but Gawain’s kisses to the Lord as filial, fraternal, or the standard “kiss of peace” exchanged between a liege lord and his vassal? Is Gawain simply being a dutiful guest by honoring the bargain with his host, actually just kissing the Lady again via the proxy of her husband, or somewhat more into this whole thing with the Lord than he (or the poet) would like to admit? Is the homosocial turning homoerotic, and how is Gawain going to navigate this tension and temptation?

If the question is never resolved: well, welcome to one of the central medieval anxieties about chivalry, knighthood, and male bonds! As I have written about before, medieval society needed to simultaneously exalt this as the most honored and noble form of love, and make sure it didn’t accidentally turn sexual (once again: how much male love is too much male love?). Does the poem raise the possibility of serious disruption to the dominant heteronormative paradigm, only to solve the problem by interpreting the Gawain/Lady male/female kisses as romantic and sexual and the Gawain/Lord male/male kisses as chaste and formal? In other words, acknowledging the underlying anxiety of possible homoeroticism but ultimately reasserting the heterosexual norm? The answer: Probably?!?! Maybe?!?! Hell if we know??! To say the least, this has been argued over to no end, and if you locked a lot of medieval history/literature scholars into a room and told them that they couldn’t come out until they decided on one clear answer, they would be in there for a very long time. The poem seemingly invokes the possibility of a queer reading only to reject it – but once again, as in the question of which canon we end up in at the film’s end, does it?

In some lights, the film’s treatment of this potential queer reading comes off like a cop-out: there is only one kiss between Gawain and the Lord, and it is something that the Lord has to initiate after Gawain has already fled the hall. Gawain himself appears to reject it; he tells the Lord to let go of him and runs off into the wilderness, rather than deal with or accept whatever has been suggested to him. However, this fits with film!Gawain’s pattern of rejecting that which fundamentally makes him who he is; like Peter in the Bible, he has now denied the truth three times. With the scavengers he denies being a knight; with the Lady he denies knowing about courtly love; with the Lord he denies the central bond of brotherhood with his fellows, whether homosocial or homoerotic in nature. I would go so far as to argue that if Gawain does die at the end of the film, it is this rejected kiss which truly seals his fate. In the poem, the Lord and the Green Knight are revealed to be the same person; in the film, it’s not clear if that’s the case, or they are separate characters, even if thematically interrelated. If we assume, however, that the Lord is in fact still the human form of the Green Knight, then Gawain has rejected both his kiss of peace (the standard gesture of protection offered from lord to vassal) and any deeper emotional bond that it can be read to signify. The Green Knight could decide to spare Gawain in recognition of the courage he has shown in relinquishing the enchanted belt – or he could just as easily decide to kill him, which he is legally free to do since Gawain has symbolically rejected the offer of brotherhood, vassalage, or knight-bonding by his unwise denial of the Lord’s freely given kiss. Once again, the film raises the overall thematic and moral question and then doesn’t give one straight (ahem) answer. As with the medieval anxieties and chivalric texts that it is based on, it invokes the specter of queerness and then doesn’t neatly resolve it. As a modern audience, we find this unsatisfying, but once again, the film is refusing to conform to our expectations.

As has been said before, there is so much kissing between men in medieval contexts, both ceremonial and otherwise, that we’re left to wonder: “is it gay or is it feudalism?” Is there an overtly erotic element in Gawain and the Green Knight’s mutual “beheading” of each other (especially since in the original version, this frees the Lord from his curse, functioning like a true love’s kiss in a fairytale). While it is certainly possible to argue that the film has “straightwashed” its subject material by removing the entire sequence of kisses between Gawain and the Lord and the unresolved motives for their existence, it is a fairly accurate, if condensed, representation of the anxieties around medieval knightly bonds and whether, as Carolyn Dinshaw put it, a (male/male) “kiss is just a kiss.” After all, the kiss between Gawain and the Lady is uncomplicatedly read as sexual/romantic, and that context doesn’t go away when Gawain is kissing the Lord instead. Just as with its multiple futurities, the film leaves the question open-ended. Is it that third and final denial that seals Gawain’s fate, and if so, is it asking us to reflect on why, specifically, he does so?

The film could play with both this question and its overall tone quite a bit more: it sometimes comes off as a grim, wooden, over-directed Shakespearean tragedy, rather than incorporating the lively and irreverent tone that the poem often takes. It’s almost totally devoid of humor, which is unfortunate, and the Grim Middle Ages aesthetic is in definite evidence. Nonetheless, because of the comprehensive de-historicizing and the obvious lack of effort to claim the film as any sort of authentic representation of the medieval past, it works. We are not meant to understand this as a historical document, and so we have to treat it on its terms, by its own logic, and by its own frames of reference. In some ways, its consistent opacity and its refusal to abide by modern rules and common narrative conventions is deliberately meant to challenge us: as before, when we recognize Arthur, Merlin, the Round Table, and the other stock characters because we know them already and not because the film tells us so, we have to fill in the gaps ourselves. We are watching the film not because it tells us a simple adventure story – there is, as noted, shockingly little action overall – but because we have to piece together the metatext independently and ponder the philosophical questions that it leaves us with. What conclusion do we reach? What canon do we settle in? What future or resolution is ultimately made real? That, the film says, it can’t decide for us. As ever, it is up to future generations to carry on the story, and decide how, if at all, it is going to survive.

(And to close, I desperately want them to make my much-coveted Bisclavret adaptation now in more or less the same style, albeit with some tweaks. Please.)

Further Reading

Ailes, Marianne J. ‘The Medieval Male Couple and the Language of Homosociality’, in Masculinity in Medieval Europe, ed. by Dawn M. Hadley (Harlow: Longman, 1999), pp. 214–37.

Ashton, Gail. ‘The Perverse Dynamics of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight’, Arthuriana 15 (2005), 51–74.

Boyd, David L. ‘Sodomy, Misogyny, and Displacement: Occluding Queer Desire in Sir Gawain and the Green Knight’, Arthuriana 8 (1998), 77–113.

Busse, Peter. ‘The Poet as Spouse of his Patron: Homoerotic Love in Medieval Welsh and Irish Poetry?’, Studi Celtici 2 (2003), 175–92.

Dinshaw, Carolyn. ‘A Kiss Is Just a Kiss: Heterosexuality and Its Consolations in Sir Gawain and the Green Knight’, Diacritics 24 (1994), 205–226.

Kocher, Suzanne. ‘Gay Knights in Medieval French Fiction: Constructs of Queerness and Non-Transgression’, Mediaevalia 29 (2008), 51–66.

Karras, Ruth Mazo. ‘Knighthood, Compulsory Heterosexuality, and Sodomy’ in The Boswell Thesis: Essays on Christianity, Social Tolerance, and Homosexuality, ed. Matthew Kuefler (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2006), pp. 273–86.

Kuefler, Matthew. ‘Male Friendship and the Suspicion of Sodomy in Twelfth-Century France’, in The Boswell Thesis: Essays on Christianity, Social Tolerance, and Homosexuality, ed. Matthew Kuefler (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2006), pp. 179–214.

McVitty, E. Amanda, ‘False Knights and True Men: Contesting Chivalric Masculinity in English Treason Trials, 1388–1415,’ Journal of Medieval History 40 (2014), 458–77.

Mieszkowski, Gretchen. ‘The Prose Lancelot's Galehot, Malory's Lavain, and the Queering of Late Medieval Literature’, Arthuriana 5 (1995), 21–51.

Moss, Rachel E. ‘ “And much more I am soryat for my good knyghts’ ”: Fainting, Homosociality, and Elite Male Culture in Middle English Romance’, Historical Reflections / Réflexions historiques 42 (2016), 101–13.

Zeikowitz, Richard E. ‘Befriending the Medieval Queer: A Pedagogy for Literature Classes’, College English 65 (2002), 67–80.

#the green knight #the green knight meta #sir gawain and the green knight #medieval literature #medieval history #this meta is goddamn 5.2k words #and has its own reading list #i uh #said i had a lot of thoughts?

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captnjacksparrow · 2 years

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Is it true that Kishi’s wife is similar to Sakura. And I am thinking what if Kishi is gay but he hides it and he doesn’t love his wife so he wrote Sakura based on her

But it seems that he dismissed that theory later in another interview. Also if Sakura was Kishi's wife then why couldn't he make N/aruS@ku as endgame??? I mean Kishi knew that he was going to pair up Hinata with Naruto right from Pain Arc... If that's the case, why make Sakura to confess fakely and then dismiss their bond entirely for the rest of the Manga???

So, this Sakura was based on his Wife is just a theory. He never explicitly mentioned it... He infact, made Minato to say Sakura resembles a bit like Sakura in order to spite NH.

As for Kishi being Gay.... ***Giggling***

In Chinese novels, there is this genre called Harem which is usually written by Male Writers. They are veeeery popular among dudebros over there.

Those type of Genres usually goes like this... Like How a Poor UwU innocent boy who was abandoned, rejected and ostracized by the bullies has risen up to seize the position of power and in the process how he wins over inordinate number of Gals’ hearts because of... Yooo!!!! Toxic Masculinity....

And If you want a close to Western Equivalent of such Genre... Take James Bond movies. He is cool, rich, has gadgets and gets to bang a sexy femme fatale WITHOUT FAIL in every one of his movies.

To give you a picture,

ALT

Pic from Scum Villain Self Saving System - Anime.

This is how your typical Harem novel Protagonist looks like. Sitting on a Throne, looking down on someone, surrounded by bimbos who wear skimpy costumes. He got Fuck load of Spiritual Power and lots of Gals.... It’s everything a guy ever wants in his (wet) dreams and these type of genre fuels Male Power and Sexual Fantasy. The Protagonists are usually termed as “Stallion”. And if you want to know more about this, Check this hilarious Reddit thread here. [[’Papapa’ means euphemism for Sex in Chinese]]

So, it’s A Typical Media for dudes to self-insert.

This kind of thing exists in our Naruto Manga too.

Jiraiya was seen surrounded by Girls.

Here, Filippo, the guy from Mario Manga was drawn very similar Stallion pose.

My boy Charasuke too....

And that’s why Naruto created Harem No Jutsu in order to knock out Men.

Because Men are horny for these stuffs and Naruto used their desire against them to knock them out.

But What Kishimoto really did in Naruto???

He ended up drawing Naked Sasuke, Naked Sai and these bunch of Naked men...

Add the fact that, Naruto is Kishi’s Self-Insert character and Naruto practiced Naked men more than Rasengan

Sexualization of Sasuke and sometimes Sai....

Made Sexualized Sasuke to seductively hug Naruto (as Kishimoto).

Made Sasuke look alike Sai to describe about Naruto’s Man Part several times.

Sakura and Hinata not being sexualized which is contrast to every other Mangakas who drew women characters in a Horny way.

Sigh.....

I mean, Instead of Giving “Stallion” contents for Dudebros by sensualizing girls & oozing out Masculinity just like how 99% of media does to women characters... He ended up Giving Yaoi contents for Girls as well as for Guys who are into men by making Sasuke to parade with his open chest for 100 Chapters & this Reverse Harem no Jutsu.. And he was regularly indulging them for 600+ Chapters...

LOL... I don’t know if Kish is a Gay and I am not going to indulge myself in it... But his taste and way of writing all points to him being one.

#kishimoto #narusasu #sasunaru #sns #nsn

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Damn that Bully Dabi and Hawks fic was an amazing read! I love it when you write them full on bastard mode!

Pro Hero Bakugou sexually harassing his weak quirkless secretary who does her very best at her job. She's good at it but Bakugou always looks mad (read: sexually frustrated). High on success after a good rescue, he wants to celebrate....

Cop Bakugou sees a pretty little thing outside a club. She looks sus so he decides she needs a pat down. Maybe he'll plant something to blackmail her into doing certain favors. Very bully, very bastard Bakugou.

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Bakugou x Secretary! Quirkless! AFAB! Reader

CW: yandere, dubcon/noncon, dirty talk, choking, cunnilingus, overstimulation, scumbage bakugou, use of the word rape, quirkless reader, size difference, age gap, death threats, sexual harrassment, bullying, mindbreak, masturbation, office sex

AN: I’ll probably write the cop Bakugo at some point too! For now, mind the tags and enjoy :)

They say to never meet your idols and in retrospect, you wished you would have listened.

Try as you might, it seemed like Mr. Dynamight was never satisfied with your work. Admittedly, you joined his agency as his office secretary based on having a crush on the pro, but you assumed his brash nature would calm down in an office setting. You did everything he asked, obediently followed his every word, which was all met with harsh glares and what you thought were dissatisfied grunts.

Surely you thought it wouldn't be about your being quirkless, but rumors were high strung in the office about the blonde’s feeling towards those without quirks. It would explain the harsh glares and judgment he passed on you despite your work effort.

The man even went as far as to ask for your personal phone number, only to leave scathing voicemails whenever you couldn't show up to work or miss out on work gatherings he put together. You couldn't help but flush at the thought of him missing your presence. Maybe you were just bad at reading his signals? Or maybe he was just hell-bent on bullying you more than the rest of the staff.

The job paid very well, so you couldn't exactly up and leave based on his behavior. However, you did notice how...handsy Mr. Dynamight has become with you. It was subtle at first, brushing shoulders in the hallways, letting his fingers ghost against yours when he handed you paperwork.

It soon escalated to always having a hand on your shoulder, holding your hips when he had to brush behind you, towering over you from behind your chair when you showed him something. You couldn't say that you weren't flattered, but his rough demeanor remained.

It started becoming uncomfortable when he made passes at you, making sure you were cornered and alone when he did.

“C’mon, am I really that fuckin’ intolerable that you can't get lunch with me, pipsqueak?”

You assumed that he was just messing with you, so you always turned him down with a flushed face and ran back to your desk, leaving him blue balled and more desperate by the day. There's no way a pro hero like him would actually be interested in someone quirkless and weak like yourself.

But that's the reason why he liked you anyway. So small, so weak, so obedient, so perfect for him to fuck up. God, if he didn't want just to rip your tiny pencil skirt to threads and spear you on his cock like no tomorrow. A pretty thing like yourself shouldn't be working. No, no, no. You should be at home, in his home in his bed with his ring on your finger. You belong to him, don't you see that?

Katsuki only ever gives you the time of day, not those other stupid bitches who crawl up his ass every morning trying to get a crumb of attention. And what do you do with his precious time? Waste it. Always whining about how you really shouldn't, that he shouldn't be seen with someone like you. As if he gives a fuck about what the media has to say.

He even checks up on you when you're not at work! Isn't he such a gentleman? Sure, he's a bit vulgar, but he's trying to show he cares. But if you want to act like a stuck-up bitch, then he’ll gladly treat you like one.

After a particularly tough fight with a villain, the blonde wanted nothing more than to use and abuse you to get some steam off his chest. It was late, but he prayed to whatever gods were out there that you were still in the office. He left you a voicemail for good measure, hoping that you would do what you always did best and stayed obedient for him.

It was locked up for the night, but he could see your office light on from the street. Perfect. Such a good girl for him. Little did he know that you stayed late quiet often.

You hadn't even seen his previous call come through; you were too busy listening to an old one with plenty of derogatory terms being spat your way. A hand shoved in your skirt, you couldn't help but finger yourself the sound of his voice calling you moronic for skipping out of work. Mr. Dynamight was your childhood crush after all, you had jerked off to plenty of interviews of him in the past. Sure, it was creepy but no one had to know. The older man was so big, so strong and handsome. You couldn't help but feel fuzzy from the voicemail, even if it was degrading you, it was for you alone.

Speak of the devil and he will appear.

“Well, shit. Whadda we have here, pipsqueak?”

A rough chuckle came from behind you as he pulled your desk chair out and swiveled towards him.

“Caught ya red-handed, huh? Who knew you were such a little slut for me.”

Taking the phone from your hand, he hung it up on the receiver and took your hand out of your panties. He snatched your fingers greedily in his mouth and sucked your wetness off of him.

“You know what, I’m feeling a bit hungry. And you taste like something in the vein of what I’m tryin’ to have for dinner.”

Katsuki devoured you in a hungry kiss, lifting you out of the chair and onto your desk. He tossed aside the papers messily and spread your legs to see your slick moistening your sheer tights and panties.

“Bend over and spread that fuckin’ pretty pussy for me, pipsqueak.”

You shook your head, already feeling humiliated enough by being caught with your pants down, literally.

“That wasn't a question, that was a command, you bratty bitch. What happened to your manners?”

God did his words stir something deep inside you. Waiting was no longer a priority; catching you like this was proof enough in his mind that you were just playing hard to get.

“You should consider yourself lucky that I want you to sit on my face, you know that? I have bitches trying to get on my dick every day, but it only gets hard for you, pipsqueak.”

“I-I thought you didn't like quirkless people!”

“It's all the more reason I want to be balls deep in your cunt right now. So weak and pathetic, it's fucking cute.”

You could feel yourself tighten around nothing just at his words. He was right, you were just a pathetic plaything for him. Not hesitating any longer, he ripped off your skirt and threw it behind the both of you. Your tights also got ripped to shreds, leaving you in your blouse and panties.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He muttered, mostly to himself as he took your panties off and pocketed them. For later, he thought.

Katsuki didn't hesitate to spit on your already wet cunt before diving into his meal. Each stroke of his tongue sent fire straight to your core, each suckle of his lips drew a whimper from your mouth. Hips bucked into his mouth before he held them down, using just one hand to cover your torso. So small and petite for him, how cute would you be up against his massive form.

“M-Mr. Dynamight!”

“Heh, so fuckin’ cute. Call me Katsuki, sweet thing. Or daddy, if you're nasty like that.”

Your hips were held taught against his face, not allowing you to squirm or inch away from his searing tongue fucking your hole. He continued to ravage you with his mouth, pulling away only a few times to give your pussy a nice spank. Groaning into your cunt, he stroked himself at the same time.

Humiliation had dissolved into pleasure as he serviced you, tears springing in your eyes as he gripped his head tightly with your hands and thighs. Having already masturbated before getting caught, it didn't take long for him to make you see stars and roll your eyes into the back of your head.

“K-Katsuki, I’m cumming!” You shouted, squirting onto his tongue as your body shook around his head. Your fingers threaded deeply into his hair and tugged as he continued to work his tongue into your hole, riding out your orgasm.

He didn't stop, though.

“Too much, it's too much!”

“I’ll stop when I’m finished, little girl.”

You tried to push his head away, but he gripped your wrists from under your legs and had you pinned against his mouth, shaking and screaming from overstimulation. Once he brought you another good nut, he pulled away and gave your clit a kiss, chuckling when you jumped.

Standing up, he pushed his mask up to pull his back and took his rock-hard cock from his pants. He spat on your dripping hole once again before lining up his fat head with it.

Katsuki hissed as he sank himself into your cunt, holding your hips in place as you whined and squirmed under him, still overly sensitive. God, were you gripping him in all the right ways. Your legs around his waist, your hands on his forearms, and your cunt around his cock.

“Relax, pipsqueak, or I’ll end up breaking you.” He chuckled. “But you might like that, huh?”

Seeing your teary, fucked out face while teasing you? He nearly jizzed himself on the spot. But he had to hold out for you. A choked gasp was all you could respond with as he got right in your face, breath tickling your cheeks as he looked in your eyes.

“Such a dirty slut, getting off to the sound of my voice. It's better in person, isn't it?”

“D-Daddy!”

Was all you could whine as his thumb made his way to your clit, drawing slow, gently circles with his roughed-up finger.

“Oi, oi, oi, did I break ya already, pipsqueak? Y’know, you coulda just asked for my cock like a good girl if you were gonna get this drunk off it.”

His hips slowly drew back, almost pulling out all the way before slamming back in, earning a squeal from you.

“Or maybe you wanted me to take you by force? Show ya what the fuck happens to quirkless little girls who tease their fuckin’ man so much that he just has to come and take their little cunt to show ‘em who’s boss, eh?”

You couldn't help but tighten around him from his words, squirming under his hot breath as he started to grind his hips up into yours slowly.

“Good girl, letting daddy rape your cunt so willingly.”

Katsuki chuckled, sealing a hot kiss on your mouth while he gripped your throat. His hips began to piston in and out of your pussy, thick veins grinding against your spongy walls.

His brutal kisses swallowed your moans and tears while he squeezed your throat. His other thumb continued to swipe against your clit in fast motions, causing your to clamp down and flutter against his thick cock.

“Shoulda known you were a whore from the start, wearing those skirts that hugged ya in all the right places. Bending over and letting me touch you how I pleased, it's like you wanted this to happen.”

The pace of his thrust increased as he started to chase his orgasm, holding your throat and hips down to use you like the hole he knew you were. He growled and snarled into your mouth as he choked you, even more, watching the blood flood to your face.

“Yeah, baby, I've got your life in my hands now. If you won't be mine, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Then nobody can have you.”

“Y-Yours! I’m yours!” You managed to gasp out, gripping his forearm and digging your nails into it, hoping he’ll let you up for air

“Damn straight, now cum for me, you quirkless little bitch.”

The haziness from the lack of air and the pleasure pooling in your gut sent you over the edge a third time, making you cry out his name as you came. Katsuki was right behind you, eyes screwed shut and practically foaming at the mouth as he came deep inside you, finally letting you breathe once he finished himself off.

You sputtered and coughed, desperate to fill your lungs with air as he pushed some stray hairs out of your face.

“Ya did good, pipsqueak.”

He praised, giving your ass a spank before pulling out and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“You’re coming home with me, so don't worry about the mess.”

“By the way, you're fired.”

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Tips For Aspiring Artists

I'm not an expert by any means, but here are some things I've figured out that I wish someone had told me sooner. 1 - 6 are for traditional artists, but the other tips work for digital artists as well.

Get artist-quality supplies. Crayola is nice, but Crayola costs less than artist-quality supplies for the same reason that Barbie's Dream House costs less than a real house: It's for kids to play around with. By all means feel free to practice with Crayola for now, but start saving up for the real thing. You may have to buy markers one or two at a time as you have funds, or ask a friend or family member to buy you that awesome paint set for your next birthday or whatever. Trust me, once you see and feel the difference, you will never go back. It is night and day.

Buy an artists' pen set if you're using traditional media. You know why professionally-inked art looks so good? Because they use a variety of line thicknesses. You know the easiest way to make that happen consistently? A set of artist's pens in varying thicknesses. This is a good set at a reasonable price, and the ink is phenomenal (read that description--your average writing pen doesn't have those qualities). I am not sponsored by Sakura; this is just the first really good pen set I ever bought and it's served me well.

India ink dries waterproof. Let me repeat that: India ink dries waterproof. It's also not alcohol-soluble, which means it's great for working with water- or alcohol-based markers or watercolor paints/pencils. Just make sure your ink has time to dry before you add color!

Prismacolor, Copic, and Spectrum Noir markers are REFILLABLE. This is why they cost more than the store brand. You are expected to keep the marker casing and buy a bottle of ink in a color you're running out of, and a set of spare nibs for when your marker nibs wear out. This is cheaper than buying all new markers, plus you're gonna run out of one or two of your favorite colors way before the rest and you'll be happy to have that ink on hand. These markers are meant for the long haul, and by George they're gonna make sure you can keep using them for the long haul.

Use the right paper for your tools. Sketch paper is great for pencils and some paints, but horrible for everything else. Marker pads are perfect for alcohol markers, but expensive. (I use white cardstock because of how expensive actual marker paper is. Gold leaf is less expensive per square inch.) Watercolor paper has a rough surface that isn't good for charcoal work but has the perfect amount of "tooth" for watercolor paints and pencils, and is thick enough not to pucker the way regular paper does when wet.

Painters, learn about gesso, thinners, and extenders. These items can make your time painting much happier, especially if you work with acrylics on fine details (like, say, doll customization).

Don't overwork yourself. If you're gonna do a marathon art session, set a timer for one hour. At the end of the hour, STOP. Put your supplies down. Get up and stretch your legs and do some wrist exercises. Then reset your timer and start working on your art again. You do not want to end up with carpal tunnel or chronic wrist pain by the age of 25 because you pushed yourself too hard.

Warm up before you start an art session. Nothing fancy--just get out a piece of regular paper and a pencil, and make some loop-de-loops, zigzags, and doodles for 5-10 minutes to loosen your hands up so you can get them to make the shapes you want.

Learn how to practice drawing That Thing You Suck At Drawing. Let's say you suck at hands, and you want to get better. Find a lot of photos of hands in various positions, shown from various angles. Study the way the light hits them. Trace the photos to get a feel for the shapes. Then and only then does it make sense to start trying to draw them freehand. Always refer back to the original photos, NOT to your earlier drawings, so you're less likely to repeat mistakes from your drawings.

Don't be ashamed to use tools that feel like cheating. Real, professional artists use rulers (or the straight-line tool in an art program) and compasses (or the circle program) and stencils (or the stamp tool) all the time. I hear people say things like "You're so talented--I can't even draw a straight line!" You know who can draw a perfectly straight line without help? NO ONE. Tools are there to help you. Use them. There is no special reward for doing things the hard way or Suffering For Your Art. It isn't morally better or a more "pure" form of artistry; it's just harder.

Break the thing you're drawing down into lines and shapes. You know those sketch layers in Photoshop, or those rough pencil marks in traditional art, or the perspective lines in a scene? Artists are basically using sketch time to plot out the general shapes and structures of their subject before fleshing it out more and making it look all pretty and polished. Everything you look at is basically made of lines, shapes, and regions of color. With time and practice, you get better and quicker at doing the sketching part. But you never really outgrow it.

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Midnight Hour

genre: smut, but sweet smut

pairing: jin x reader

word count: 2.1k

summary: sweet late night sex with jin. that’s it that’s the smut.

It was a quiet night, Jin was yet again staying late at practice with the boys. It was something you had grown used to, night after night of brushing your teeth alone, showering alone, and snuggling into lonely sheets without him to warm you up. You laid in the bed, mindlessly browsing various social medias as you started to feel your eyes become heavy.

You had dozed off when you heard the door unlock, Jin quietly sneaking into the house to get himself ready for bed. Glancing at the clock, you realized it was around midnight. The house was quiet, the only sounds being heard were that of Jin getting ready in the bathroom for bed, the sink running as you heard the repetition of his toothbrush doing its job.

“Hello, beautiful.” Jin whispered as he walked into the bedroom, the smile on his face lightly illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the window, “Sorry for being out so late again.”

“It’s not a problem, babe. I understand that you can’t help it.” You answered back at him, plugging your phone in for the night and sitting it on the nightstand, “I did miss you, though.”

Jin slid into the bed beside you, wearing an oversized t-shirt and basketball shorts as his pajamas of choice. His warmth was immediately noticeable, as was the smell of his facial moisturizer mixed in with the light hint of minty toothpaste, the smell of him was intoxicating and you could never get enough of it. He snuggled against you, an audible sigh escaping his lips as you moved to face him, lazily throwing an arm around his broad shoulders to pull him closer.

“God, I am so exhausted and this bed has never felt more comfortable.” Jin sighed, his voice barely a whisper as his eyes fluttered close.

“You say that every time you come home from practice, you know.” You whispered back, giggling at him.

“Well, it’s how I feel every time. There is nothing better than coming home to you and our bed. It’s infinite comfort.” Jin sighed again, bringing his lips to leave a tiny kiss upon your forehead.

Jin’s eyes were closed as he began to pepper your face with light, feathery kisses. Your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, everything needed to be appreciated. He opened his eyes to look at you, running his hand across your cheek to rest on your shoulder before placing a small kiss on your lips.

“I love you, you know?” Jin whispered against your lips before giving another peck, “Like, a lot. I love you a lot.”

You smiled into the kiss, holding him even tighter to you.

“The feeling is very mutual, as I also happen to love you a lot. Like, a lot lot.” You assured him, bringing your hand to hold his face as you kissed him. Nothing rushed or forced between the two of you, just small, quiet kisses illuminated by the moonlight.

Jin was the one to start it, he brought his hand to rest on your waist as he kissed you just ever so slightly with more force than before. He always wanted every kiss to have meaning, to be laced with nothing but love and appreciation for you. You draped your leg across his hips, bringing him even closer to you so that your entire bodies were touching. You felt his tongue graze your lips as he attempted to deepen the kiss, his hand gently held your waist even tighter as he did so. You opened your mouth to join him, tongues slowly caressing each other as you explored each others mouths. You sighed, wanting nothing more than to be exactly where you were, laying in bed and making out with your loving boyfriend. Jin’s hand moved to the hem of your shirt, making its way underneath to leave tiny touches against your hips working up to rest on your waist. You held your leg around his hips even tighter as you just slightly grazed your body against his. You felt Jin’s reaction immediately, his cock twitched against your thigh and he lightly sighed into the continued makeout session the two of you were very much enjoying.

“I see that there’s one part of you that doesn’t seem to be so exhausted.” You whispered, pulling away for just a moment to look at Jin, his eyes fluttered open, his lips were glossy with the combined saliva from both of you.

“I think you may be right.” Jin smiled, his exhaustion very apparent in his voice, “We might have to do something about it.”

The two of you began to kiss again, this time with a bit more fervor as you grazed your thigh against him again, feeling his cock twitch against you yet again as he began to fully harden. His hand worked its way up to your chest, his soft fingers making your body feel like it had electricity coursing through it. Your hands went under his shirt as well, feeling the soft but sturdy torso that he was blessed with as you moved for him to take it off. He sat up for just a moment, removing his hand from your chest to remove his own shirt.

“There, are you happy now? Getting to see the legendary Worldwide Handsome shirtless? Don’t you feel blessed?” Jin flashed his smile as he continued, “I know, you’re just dying to touch me.”

“Yes, yes. I’m so blessed, really.” You rolled your eyes, “I have the pleasure of being with the one and only Worldwide Handsome Jin.” “The pleasure is all mine, my dear.” Jin moved both of you so he could get on top of you, nestling himself between your legs as he brought his head down to kiss you again.

Jin’s hands went to remove your shirt, you silently thanked your past self for choosing not to put a bra on as he brought his hand to rest on your breast. He began to pepper open mouthed kisses down your neck, nipping lightly at your collarbone as he continued to make his way down to your chest. He left kisses on your breasts, teasing as he would slightly graze against your hardened nipples but never quite give them the attention they so desperately craved.

“Jin, please.” You whined, “I need you.”

He took a nipple into his mouth and you gasped, there was absolutely nothing better than Jin’s lips on any part of your body. You felt like your nerves were on fire, every touch making you want him that much more. He began to slowly grind himself against your core and God, was it good. You swore you could cum just from this alone, but you know that you needed more. He continued to work his tongue against your nipples, switching between your breasts and always making sure to give the other one attention with his soft hands. You moaned, involuntarily arching off of the bed to get as close as possible to Jin, whose cock was twitching repeatedly against your core with every moan you let out.

Jin sat up and moved his hands to your hips, pulling the shorts you were wearing down along with your underwear to remove them. He stood up, taking his own shorts down. His naked and aroused silhouette in the subtle moonlight might just be the most gorgeous version of him that you’ve ever seen. His cock was beautiful, not the longest but it was thick, standing at attention with a slight curve to the left and you swore that you were seeing the perfect example of the ideal human body every time you saw Jin nude.

“Enjoying your view?” Jin sleepily teased, bringing his body back onto the bed to join you, making himself comfy between your legs as he lays his body on yours, “I know that I’m enjoying mine.”

He grabbed onto your thighs bringing your legs to wrap around his waist as he ground himself against your wet core, he groaned, finally feeling how wet you were for him.

“I always enjoy my view if my view is you.” You gasped as he ground against you again, “Fuck, please keep doing that.”

“You’re so wet for me, babe.” Jin whispered against your neck, his hot breath ghosting against you as he sighed, “You know that I can’t tell you no when you beg me so nicely.”

Jin continued to grind against you, the tip of his cock grazing your clit again and again as he moaned against your neck. Your legs wrapped around him even tighter, the onslaught of sounds from him and heavy breaths against you sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body.

“Please, Jin, I need your cock inside me. I need to truly feel all of you.” You begged him, turning his head from your neck to face him, bringing his lips to yours for a sloppy kiss before continuing, “You’re going to drive me crazy if you don’t fuck me soon.”

Jin moaned against your lips, there’s nothing he loves more than to hear you beg for his cock.

“Who am I to keep my beautiful girl waiting?” Jin reached down between your bodies, aligning his cock with your entrance as he slowly slid into you, drawing out moans from both of you with every inch, “God, you feel so fucking amazing every time we do this.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything in response, your ability to form any coherent sentence was lost as Jin guided himself into you, your legs were still wrapped around his waist and his pubic bone was grinding against your clit with every thrust and you knew that there was no way you were going to last long. Only Jin had the ability to make you a mess like this, only he could manage to set fire to every nerve in your body every single time you were intimate with him.

Jin’s hands roamed your body, one landing on your ass to grip you even tighter. The weight of him resting on you combined with the continued slow thrusting was electrifying to every one of your senses. You wrapped your arms around his back, scratching your nails up it as he seemingly refused to speed up his thrusting, the slow burn of it all just making it that much more tantalizing.

“Please, please Jin. I need it.” You whined, “So bad.”

Jin smirked, loving how he could make you feel like this. His thrusts sped up ever so slightly, his angle working against you perfectly to graze your clit every time he thrust all the way into you.

“Is this what you needed, baby? You needed me to fill you up like this?” Jin whispered against your neck, bringing his head up to look straight into your eyes. All you could do is nod in response, ability to speak once again taken from you.

Jin rested his forehead against yours as he sped his thrusts up again, breathing heavily against you as his face began to scrunch up in pleasure. He bit his bottom lip, his moans were getting whinier and higher pitched with every thrust. You knew he was close, and you were too.

Bringing a hand to your breast, Jin began to fondle a nipple and you knew there was no going back. Your orgasm was catching up to you quickly. You gripped harder onto his back, your nails gripped so hard into his back that you thought you might draw blood.

“I’m so close.” You whimpered against him, feeling your orgasm build up and then release, the waves of pleasure shooting into every nerve in your body. You swore you could see stars as you convulsed against him.

“Fuck, I’m close too.” Jin moaned, knowing his orgasm was soon to follow. His thrusts became sloppier the closer he got, chasing his high like no other.

You looked up at him and saw how beautiful he was. The sweat glistening off of his forehead, his mouth hanging open just releasing moan after moan, not a care in the world if anyone could hear. He let out a low groan as you felt him cum, releasing himself inside of you as his thrusts slowed again to extend his orgasm for as long as he possibly could before he collapsed on top of you, completely out of breath.

“I love you so much,” Jin said against your lips, kissing you yet again, “So, so much.”

“I love you too, Jin,” You responded, wrapping your arms around him to hold him as close to you as possible, “More than anyone else in this world.”

The two of you laid there for a moment before cleaning up, the quiet, dimlit room filled only with the sounds of your labored breathing. Yeah, there really wasn’t anything better than this.

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