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[psychedelic-ink]

ㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐑𝐄

ㅤㅤmarcus pike x art historian!reader

genre: mutual pining, friends to lovers, forced proximity, smut, minors dni,

word count: 6k

summary: when a famous art collector is murdered, circumstances lead you to be temporary roommates with Marcus Pike.

warnings: oral sex (marcus receiving), marcus getting spoiled, some very mild angst, idiots in love

a/n: this work was commissioned by the lovely @sevillagrenada! thank you so much for your support and thank you so much for this delicious idea, I had a blast! ❤️‍🔥

** dividers made my the talented @saradika-graphics 💜💜💜

Another day, another handsome detective at your doorstep.

It’s been a few months since you and Marcus first got acquainted. He had visited you during one of your busiest hours, asking you for information on a recently stolen painting while you were desperately trying to sort out a curated disaster by one of the interns. It didn’t end well. You ended up shouting at him to leave you alone and even though you regretted your choice in showing how distressed you were, it was what it was. What surprised you later, however, was finding him in the early morning hours with two coffees and blueberry muffins. He apologized profusely and asked for a do-over. Something that you were more than eager to oblige. 

And the rest, what most art historians like you would say, was history. 

Now he visits you almost every morning if he can. Thanks to his charm, you were now considered the number one go-to person of the FBI when it came to art theft. A title you didn’t mind having. 

“A bit early even for you, don’t you think?” you say, handing him the folders you’d been carrying. You smile as he lets out an exaggerated “oomph” and go to open the door. “Don’t be a baby, detective.” 

“I just wanted to see you, what’s the harm in that,” he answers, following you inside. “I have the day off tomorrow so I won’t be visiting.” 

“How thoughtful of you.” 

“Good to see that someone appreciates it.” 

He takes a seat as you head for the coffee machine. You’d got it a month ago, saving Marcus the trouble of waiting in line every morning before work. You appreciate having this as an excuse for him to stop by every morning. Luckily, the museum was on his way to work, meaning he was more than happy to visit you. Sometimes it’s hard to forget that this relationship between you two is meant to be nothing other than friendship, a platonic thing. But every day you find your heart swelling more and more at the sight of him. It’s been too long since you felt close to someone. It’s been even longer since you ached for a person you know you shouldn’t ache for. 

“Are you working on something with Remedios Valo?” When you turn you see him hunched over your desk, his eye meet yours, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “Sorry, all these books were just sprawled here. I couldn’t help but look.” 

The coffee machine comes to life, the aroma mixing in with the scent of books. 

“That’s alright,” you answer, lips feeling numb. “And yeah, Olivier is adding one of her works to his collection so he wanted me to take a look.” 

“Which one is he buying?” 

You know he absolutely despises the idea of art being bought, hidden from the rest of the world to be a decoration. You hear it in the drop of his voice.  

“Les Feuilles Mortes.” His gaze falls back to the table. “Dead leaves. The one with the woman with orange hair and green dress.” 

He hums when he finally sees it on the page, “It’s a nice one.” 

“It is. It’s one of my favorites.” 

You bring the two cups of steaming coffee. His eyes find yours as you place them down, taking a seat. “You must be excited then,” he states. “To be seeing it in person.” 

“I’m just happy it’s going to someone I know will take care of it.” 

“I did meet him once. Seemed like a decent enough guy.” 

A soft chuckle escapes your lips, “You really hate art collectors don’t you?” 

“With a passion,” a soft smile touches his lips. “But I’ll make an exception for you.” 

You shake your head, smiling into your cup as you bring the steaming liquid to your lips. He’s always like this. Making sure just how much you matter, making you feel cherished, it’s a contrast to how you feel most of the time. Your eyes fall on the painting printed onto the glossy paper. Everyone interprets art differently. In this particular piece, you see loneliness but also a peaceful serenity. The shadow bowing to the woman, them being connected with a piece of blue yarn that she’s holding. The fact that it’s blue and not read also piques your interest. It makes you think it’s not something that is forced, it’s not the fates that brought them together but something else. Something more intimate and free. 

“So, when are you seeing this stunning artwork in person?” 

“Tonight.” 

Marcus already knows that today is going to be a long day. 

He knew it as soon as he entered his office, all fellow agents gathered in one place, murmuring. They parted like the Red Sea when he came through. That’s when the captain told him that extinguished art collector Olivier Balmaceda was found dead. Murdered. 

All he could think of was you. How excited you were to see him, and the painting, tonight. How Olivier was your friend and what would this mean for the investigation? Everyone here knew you, adored you. You being close to the murder victim certainly wasn’t good. He didn’t want you to be involved in any way, not even as a consultant. 

He steps out of the unmarked FBI sedan, his leather shoes echoing against the pavement as he approaches the crime scene. His partner, Tim, follows suit, both agents taking in the scene that awaits them.

The art collector's mansion looms before them, an opulent testament to a life steeped in appreciation for creativity. The air carries a faint scent of antique wood and the unmistakable aura of the art world. As they enter the expansive gallery, it becomes clear that Olivier Balmaceda's passion for art extends far beyond mere aesthetics.

The crime scene, bathed in the soft glow of gallery lights, is surreal. Olivier lies in the heart of his sanctuary, surrounded by the very beauty that defined his existence. The juxtaposition of life and death against the backdrop of artistic brilliance is haunting.

Tim glances at Marcus, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation. Together, they navigate the intricate dance of art and tragedy. The paintings, sculptures, and tapestries bear witness to the final act of a man whose life was intricately interwoven with the world he cherished.

As Marcus approaches Olivier's lifeless form, he can't help but feel the weight of the art that envelops them.

The art collector's mansion is cloaked in an air of somber anticipation as Marcus's focused gaze is drawn back to Olivier's lifeless form, nestled among the artworks that had once been a source of joy. The forensic team, adorned in pristine white suits, moves with meticulous precision, weaving through the crime scene like careful curators preserving a delicate masterpiece.

"Bullet entry at the back of the head. Looks like a single gunshot," Marcus hears one of them say, his voice a measured cadence amid the artistic silence.

Marcus nods, absorbing the gravity of the information. The team proceeds, each member contributing to the careful orchestration of documentation. His path takes him to the abstract painting, now surrounded by the scrutinizing eyes of forensic experts.

"We're scanning for any hidden messages or anomalies. This painting could hold clues.”

"Keep me posted," Marcus replies.

His attention turns to the delicate sculpture, now cocooned in an evidence bag. Tim approaches, his words a whisper against the backdrop of the gallery.

"Looks like they're treating the whole gallery as a crime scene. Anything stand out to you?" Tim inquires, his voice a muted harmony in the investigative symphony.

"Not yet. We need to dig deeper, find the connections between Olivier and whoever did this," Marcus responds, his words a subtle melody of determination.

The investigation shifts towards Olivier's desk, adorned with sketches and notes – a tableau of potential motives. They meticulously examines the papers, unveiling a narrative hidden within the inked strokes.

"Possible motive here. Let's see if Olivier was working on something that could've angered someone," suggests the expert, their words punctuating the air with a promise of revelation.

Acknowledging their findings, Marcus's thoughts churn with possibilities. Just as the investigation prepares to move to another sector of the mansion, his discerning eyes catch sight of a sketchbook nestled on a nearby shelf. A flicker of curiosity sparks within him, prompting the donning of gloves.

"Hold on a moment," Marcus interjects, a pause that reverberates through the dance of forensic activity.

The team halts, their collective gaze directed towards Marcus as he delicately retrieves the sketchbook. Its presence is unassuming, a silent witness to the unfolding drama. As Marcus flips through its pages, the sketches reveal a familiar artistic style, each stroke a brush with recognition.

"Wait... these look like—" Marcus begins, his words a murmur to the sketches that come to life beneath his fingertips.

Tim glances over, an inkling of recognition in his eyes.

"Isn't that—"

"Yeah. It's hers," Marcus confirms, closing the notebook.

So much for not getting you involved.

“Captain, you can’t be serious.” 

Your eyes are drawn to Marcus, his voice holding the tone of nothing other but disbelief. Your eyes turn to the floor. Olivier is dead. Murdered. And the only proper evidence to connect the dots of what happened is your sketchbook. The sketchbook you could’ve sworn you left in your office. The sketchbook that you only kept to yourself other than Marcus and a couple of more trustworthy people. One of them being Olivier.

You close your eyes. It’s exhausting to breathe. You focus on how your nostrils flare and let it all out through a small gap between your lips. Marcus inches closer, hand firm against the small of your back. 

“I’m dead serious, Agent Pike,” Captain Lana answers, her voice calm yet cold as ice. “Until this entire case is solved, she’s on house arrest and under your care.” 

“Just because we found her sketchbook does not mean she’s a suspect—” 

“Agent Pike,” her voice cuts through the tension in the room. A sharp shudder crawls up your spine, your skin prickling with attention as you open your eyes. Despite her tone, she doesn’t look mad. “You will do what is best for our consultant. As of right now, she is linked to the case of one of the biggest art collectors for reasons we do not know. The best thing we can do is keep an eye on her and protect her.” 

His mouth slams shut, his jaw clenched. His hand deserts your back and in that moment, all you can feel is guilt. Guilt of him being forced to do something he clearly doesn’t want to do. 

To share his home. 

“I understand,” he answers curtly, turning on his heel. “Let’s go get your things.” 

It takes you a moment to realize he’s talking to you, shooting Captain Lana a glance, you follow him out of the office. 

Marcus hasn’t said a single word during the entire drive. Even when you finally parked, he just took your bags and led you up the stairs to his apartment. Your heart felt as if it was shattering into a million tiny pieces. The poor organ was already weighted down by your friend's death, and now one of the closest people to you couldn’t even look at you. 

He drops your bags to the floor and you slowly shut the door. You don’t even have it in you to look around, not that it would matter, you’ve already been here before. You doubt anything changed. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out before he can say anything else. “God, Marcus, I’m so sorry.” 

“For what?” 

His hands are on you in an instant, lifting your downturned gaze. You blink away the tears, breath catching in your throat as you meet his eyes. It’s so easy to get lost in them. You could live an eternity there. “For . . for having to stay here. I know it’s inconvenient.” 

“Oh, sweetheart no, no. You could never be an inconvenience. I’m. . . I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I should’ve checked in on you. None of this is your fault understand. None of it,” his thumbs draw slow circles around your cheeks, the knot in your throat growing by the second. “And for all it’s worth, I’m happy that you’re here. I would be worried sick knowing that you’re alone.” 

Suddenly you’re being pulled into his chest, your senses completely enveloped by his scent. He gingerly cups your head from behind, holding you there, allowing you to disappear from the world for a while. 

The first tear escapes unexpectedly. It’s immediately absorbed into his shirt and the rest follows. He doesn’t try to hush you, doesn’t try to get you to stop. He allows you to break down completely. You cry and cry, until there’s nothing left anymore. Only then does he pull back, lifting your gaze to him once more. 

“Feeling better?” 

“Y-Yeah. Thank you, Marcus.” 

He shakes his head, “I’m not doing anything you should be thankful for. This…this is what friends do.” 

That’s right. Friends. 

Your eyes sting when you blink, a forced smile tugging at your lips, “Yeah, friends.” 

You’re almost certain that you’re imagining it, but you swear the crease between his brows deepens with your answer. 

The soft glow of the TV screen bathes the room as Marcus settles onto the couch beside you. “Really? That’s what you want to watch?” 

Marcus raises a brow as he looks down at you. You’re wrapped in a blanket, looking as if the two of you have been living together for years. He loves how you’re already comfortable with the living situation. He wished he could have this in better circumstances without an ongoing murder investigation, but he’ll take what he gets. 

“I haven’t started the new season yet, it’ll be fun.” 

“It’s a murder mystery. Are you sure?” 

You snort, “I know the plot of Only Murders In The Building, Marcus. No need to remind me.” 

As the first episode begins, the room is filled with the intriguing soundtrack of the show. Marcus watches the characters unfold on the screen, but his attention keeps drifting back to you. The play of emotions on your face, the way you get caught up in the plot – it's more captivating to him than any murder mystery.

Gradually, you lean into him, seeking comfort in the shared moment. The warmth of your presence seeps into Marcus's consciousness, and he finds himself entranced by the way you become absorbed in the show. Unconsciously, his arm drapes around your shoulder, the gesture protective yet tender.

In the semi-darkness of the room, Marcus grapples with his own emotions. The line between friend and something more blurs as he navigates the uncharted territory of his feelings. As you snuggle closer, he can feel the gentle rhythm of your breath, the subtle rise and fall of your chest.

A flicker of uncertainty crosses Marcus's mind. Does this closeness mean the same to you as it does to him? He wonders if you sense the subtle shift in the dynamics between you. The arm around your shoulder, a silent invitation, speaks volumes, but Marcus Pike remains in that delicate space between uncertainty and the unspoken desire for something more. The murder mystery on the screen becomes a mere backdrop to the complex enigma of emotions unfolding between two souls entangled in the intricacies of life and love.

Marcus's heart races as he lets his hand linger on your waist. He can feel the warmth radiating through the fabric of your shirt, and he wonders if you can feel the heat of his touch as well.

He watches your face, searching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation, but all he sees is the same intensity and focus on the TV. It both thrills and confuses him – is it possible that you can be so oblivious to the way he feels?

But as he watches you, he notices the faint hitch in your breath when his hand moves slightly, as if you're aware of his touch but trying to hide it. It only fuels the growing attraction between them, and Marcus can feel himself getting more and more drawn in.

His mind is filled with images of how he wants to touch you, and he can barely contain the urge to lean in and brush his lips against your neck. He wants to feel your skin against his, to explore every inch of your body.

The tension in the room becomes palpable, and Marcus can feel his heart racing. He looks over at you, and for a moment, he thinks he sees a flicker of desire in your eyes. But just as quickly, it disappears, and you go back to watching the movie without a second glance.

His hand moves even closer to yours, brushing against your fingers lightly. He can feel the heat emanating from your body, and he knows that you're just as affected by the electric chemistry between them.

His mind is clouded with desire, and all he can think about is kissing you, touching you. But he knows he needs to be patient. He can’t just make a move and potentially ruin the friendship you have.

But as the episode goes on, Marcus can barely pay attention anymore. All he can focus on is you, and the way your body moves slightly with each scene. He can feel himself getting harder with each passing moment, and he knows he needs to do something to release the tension.

Without thinking, his hand moves to your thigh, tracing small circles on your skin. He can see your breath hitch and your eyes flutter closed for a split second before you regain your composure.

He leans in closer to you, his lips just inches away from your ear. "Is this okay?" he whispers.

Marcus relaxes when you nod, eyes still glued to the screen. He knows you want to turn to him, to witness his feelings lingering in his eyes but he also knows that you can’t for the same reason why he can’t tell you how he feels. Fear. Fear of rejection. Of loss of a friendship.

So, his hand on your thigh is as far as he’ll go. Soothing you with the simplest of touches. 

The credits roll and the episode ends, Marcus can't help but feel a lingering sense of longing. He knows he needs to push these feelings aside and focus on the case, but he also can't deny the strong connection he feels with you.

As you stand up to turn off the TV, Marcus suddenly reaches out and takes your hand in his, surprising both of you. The air between them is heavy with unspoken words and tension, but they both know this isn’t the time or the place.

For now, they'll focus on solving the murder and catching the killer. But Marcus can't shake the feeling that this shared moment was the beginning of something more – something that could change everything.

It’s been almost two weeks now since you moved in with Marcus. And other than Olivier’s murder, things have been. . . peaceful. He’s been doing everything for you. You’ve never been taken care of to this extent before. It made you feel bad in a way, as if you were a burden to him and now he felt inclined to take care of you just because of the circumstances. 

However, you couldn’t ignore the tension either, the chemistry. Almost every night you thought of when the two of you watched TV. How close the two of you were. You often find yourself thinking about how differently that night could’ve ended. Only if you were brave enough, then maybe the friendship could’ve escalated into something more. 

While heating leftovers for the both of you from last night, the door clicks open. You expect to see his smile, the same question on his lips asking how your day was—but all you can see in his eyes is exhaustion. He forces a smile when he sees you, then silently heads to his room. Your lungs cave in on itself. Your body buzzing with worry, you look down at the barely heated leftovers. He deserves something more. Something fresh. 

So, as you quickly head down the hall to check on him, you order his favorites. You come to a halt at the door, heart beating in your throat, you knock. 

“I’ll be right there,” he says, almost apologetically, which makes you feel even worse. 

“I just wanted to check if you’re alright. Can I. . . Can I come in?” 

You’re about to head back to the living room when the door slowly opens. His tie hangs loosely around his neck, the first three buttons of his shirt wide open, exposing skin. You barely manage to tear your gaze away. He looks vulnerable, defeated. 

“I’m okay,” he clears his throat. “I promise.” 

You ignore what he says and take a step forward, forcing the both of you inside the bedroom. It smells of cinnamon. “I ordered us some food from that place you like. We have some time to relax.” 

“Relax?” 

You let out the breath you’ve been holding and trap his face between your hands. You want to make him feel good. You want to pamper him. At least this one time, you want to do something for him instead. You know what his answer is going to be if you ask him about his day—he’ll brush you off, because it’s the case you’re involved in. The murder of your friend. 

“Let me make you feel good, Marcus.” 

His eyes widen, lashes fluttering, his lips part, “You don’t have to do that.” 

“I know I don’t have to but I want to.” You quickly add when you see the hesitation growing in his eyes. “Please.” 

You notice the hollow in his cheek, the way his jaw moves as he chews on the inside. Your heart beats wildly in your chest. After what feels like hours, his head jerks in a small nod, “Okay.” 

Marcus gently falls onto the bed and you drop to your knees, taking a place between his spread legs. You can feel his eyes on you. His gaze intense as you fumble with his belt. You tug down his pants along with his underwear, his hips slightly lifting to make it easier for you. His cock is still soft. It makes a certain type of hunger grow inside you. Placing both hands on his thighs, you dip down, taking him into his mouth. He sharply inhales, cock twitching over your tongue. It doesn’t take him long to grow in your mouth, and suddenly swallowing him down proves to be harder than you thought. 

Your nostrils flare as you attempt to swallow him down, your nose brushing against the soft curls. His hand gently cradles the back of your head, and when you look up you see his head falling back, his brows furrowed as he breathes heavily through his nose. 

Parting away, you suck the base of his cock, your tongue swirling. His hips jerk and a moan rips from his throat. “That—that feels good,” he swallows. 

“You like it slow?” you say, lips moving against sensitive skin. “Tell me how you like it. Show me.” 

“You’re doing great sweetheart, just do it how it’s best for you,” he lets out a breathy chuckle. “I’m not picky.” 

Brows knitting together, you pull away and fix him a half-hearted glare. You wrap your fingers around and begin to stroke him, witnessing the flex of his thighs. “I want to do it how you like it,” you state. “Show me or I’ll stop.” 

Your lips curl as you hear him whine. It’s such a beautiful sound. 

“Fine.” 

He drags you back down to his cock, your hand falling away. You open your mouth to take him once more, thinking that he wants to fuck your mouth, but instead, he presses your lips to the side of his cock. You feel the heat of him, the bulging of his veins. 

“Wrap your lips,” he rasps and when you do, he starts to move your head up and down. 

You let out a muffled moan, the vibrations sending shivers down Marcus’ spine. His movements are slow, almost as if he’s fucking himself deep into you—almost as if he’s been thinking about this for months. Your head bobs up and down, your lips pursed around him tightly. You hear him grunt above you, and you can tell that he’s struggling to keep himself in control. 

“Put your hands back on my thighs,” Marcus commands, and you do so without hesitation. “I want to feel the bite of your nails.” His thighs are shaking beneath your touch, and you can feel the coiled tension inside him, just waiting to snap. You do as he asks, digging your nails slightly into the flesh. Another whimper falls for him, a sounds desperate and needy at the same time. He pulls up and finally slips himself into your warm mouth, your eyes water as he pushes you down, taking him whole. 

“You’re gonna make me come,” Marcus grunts, his voice punctuated by the wet sounds of your mouth on his cock. 

You keep up the pace, eager to please him. You can feel his cock growing harder and harder inside your mouth, and you can tell that he’s close. You swirl your tongue around him, pressing your lips even tighter around him. 

“Fuck,” Marcus mutters, his hand gripping your hair tightly. “I’m gonna—” 

Before he can finish his sentence, he releases into your mouth with a deep groan, his hips bucking up into your face. You eagerly take him in, swallowing around him as he spills, hot come trailing down your throat. He lets out a heavy sigh, his body going limp as he comes down from his orgasm. 

You sit back on your heels, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Marcus looks at you with admiration and slight embarrassment, his cheeks peppered with a faint shade of red. 

“Sorry, that was quick,” he murmurs, tugging you up and pulling you to his lap. “Now it’s your turn.” 

He leans towards your lips but you stop him by pressing two fingers, they’re soft. “We can think about me later,” you say, despite the inside of your panties being an absolute wet mess. “I just wanted to make you feel good.” 

“I want to make you feel good too,” he objects, nipping at your fingers. “Don’t you. . . I thought you wanted me.” 

The guilt in his eyes is back and your hand drops away from his lips. He’s holding you tight as if you might disappear.  

“I do,” you answer tentatively. “But I don’t want you to jump into this thinking you have to. I don't want you to do anything you might regret.” 

“Regret?” he shakes his head. “What does that even mean? I’m not jumping into anything. I’m not confused if that’s what you’re worried about,” his arms around you tighten, and with that, you know you’ve said the wrong thing. “You just sucked my cock—are you telling me that was out of pity? Gratitude?” 

You cut him off, “N–No. . .” 

“Then what was it?” his voice drops dangerously low, eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and hurt. “I’m one hundred percent here. It has nothing to do with the case. And for you to do something just because you felt bad for me. . . I thought we were finally getting somewhere after all of this.” 

“Marcus—”

“I think I want to be alone right now,” he turns his head away from you but doesn’t do anything to push you off of him. Your apology dies in your throat, your mouth suddenly dry. You slowly move away, the taste of his come still in your mouth as you contemplate what to do. What to say. 

But whatever you were planning evaporates with the ring of the doorbell.  

You’re sitting on the couch when Marcus comes home and sits on the armchair right across from you. You’re eyes slowly shift from your phone to meet his gaze, he continues to stare down, his thumbs thrumming over his thighs. 

It’s been an awkward couple of days after the argument you two had. Neither of you were brave enough to broach the subject, However, that didn’t mean what happened didn’t haunt you in the dead of night, both in a bad and a good way. 

“It’s done.” 

His words send a chill down your spine, your muscles tightening, “What’s done?” 

“The case. We found who murdered Olivier. . . and how your notebook got there.” Marcus takes a deep breath, his eyes finally meeting yours as he begins to unravel the mystery that has been hanging over your heads like a storm cloud.

"Olivier's murder... it was someone close to him. Both rival and friend," Marcus starts, his voice heavy with the weight of the revelation. "Turns out, his friend had been eyeing the same collection for years. When Olivier outbid him for that prized painting, it pushed him over the edge."

You feel a knot form in your stomach, a mixture of shock and sorrow swirling within you. Olivier, with his vibrant personality and passion for art, didn't deserve such a fate.

"And my notebook...?" you prompt, needing to understand how your own belongings ended up tangled in this tragedy.

Marcus sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Olivier... he wanted to show your sketches to one of his friends. He thought you had real talent and he was planning on gifting you that painting."

Your heart sinks at the realization. Olivier, you’re going to miss him. Marcus wraps his arms around you, offering comfort and support as the weight of the emotions you've been suppressing finally spills over. You lean into him, the warmth of his embrace a soothing balm for the wounds of the past few days. His touch is both reassuring and grounding, reminding you that you're not alone in this tumultuous journey.

"I'm here," he murmurs softly, his fingers gently tracing comforting patterns on your back. "It’s over now. You can return to your life and begin to heal."

“Heal?” you blin at him, lips parting. “Return to my life? What does that even mean? We can’t go back to normal Marcus. Not after everything. . . I—” You swallow, the knot thick in your throat. “I care about you, Marcus. I care about you deeply and I just want you to know that. I don’t want you to think it was a one-time thing. Ot that I did it because of the circumstances. I did it because I wanted to. And I wanted to long before any of this happened.” 

As your heartfelt confession hangs in the air, Marcus's eyes soften, his expression reflecting a mixture of relief and affection. Without hesitation, he leans in, closing the gap between you, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. It's a moment of shared vulnerability, a silent exchange of emotions that speaks volumes more than words ever could.

The warmth of his touch ignites a spark within you, a reassurance that despite the challenges you've faced, your connection remains unbroken. In this intimate embrace, you find solace and hope for the future, knowing that whatever trials may come, you'll face them together.

As the kiss deepens, the weight of the past few days begins to lift, replaced by a sense of renewal and possibility.

Marcus's hands move to your waist, pulling you onto his lap as he deepens the kiss. You feel his body pressing against yours, igniting a fire within you. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling him closer as your fingers tangle in his hair.

His lips move fervently against yours, conveying the unspoken emotions that have been building between you for weeks. You can feel his heart beating against your chest and it's a comforting reminder that you're not alone in this moment.

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a tingle in their wake. You let out a soft gasp, arching your neck to give him better access. His hands roam over your body, his touch setting every nerve alight. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.”

Your fingers move to his shirt, desperate to rid him of the barriers separating your skin.  His lips trail down your neck again, moving to your shoulder, his hands roaming freely over your body. You let out a soft moan, arching your back as his hands reach your waist, pulling your shirt off. The cool air hits your skin but it's nothing compared to the heat radiating between you two.

Marcus and you remove each other's clothes. Your hands roam hungrily over his bare chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your touch. He moans softly, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine.

His hands move to your back, unhooking your bra and gently sliding it off. Your bare chest presses against his, skin against skin, and the sensation sends sparks of pleasure through your body. Your lips meet again, his tongue moving alongside yours, his hands roaming lower to your waist and down to your hips, pulling you closer.

You push him down to the couch, your hands reaching for his jeans. With ease, you undo the button and slide them off, revealing his toned legs and the bulge in his boxers. Your fingers trail down his stomach, feeling his muscles contract under your touch.

He flips you over, his lips moving down your neck and to your chest. With a flick of his tongue, he takes one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, causing you to arch your back and let out a soft moan of pleasure. His hands reach down, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them off your legs.

As his lips continue to travel down your body, his fingers slide into your underwear, eliciting a gasp from you. You can feel the heat and wetness building between your legs, the tingling sensation increasing with every touch.

In one swift movement, he removes your underwear, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable to his touch. But with Marcus, you feel anything but vulnerable. In his embrace, you feel safe, loved, and desired.

And you know that is something that will never change. 

[tuner-styles]

—style raw

Just a friendly reminder of where we are, here are my current test prompts without stylization!

Prompt #1: a gorgeous young woman

Prompt #2: a handsome young man

Prompt #3: a luxurious leather armchair, outside of a building, in the style of 18th 19th 20th century, 32k uhd, robert john thornton, nautical charm, deconstructive, ralph horsley, ikeacore

Prompt #4: painted graffiti wall poster with the text ssc, in the style of rich colors, 32k uhd, flickr, holography, sots art, schizocore, brightly colored, old school spray paint wall graffiti mural art, loose gestural style, graffiti design street style letterforms, intermingled letters and symbols, calligraphy, transgressive antagonistic phrases, protest art

Prompt #5: an illustration of a futuristic piece of advanced technology, in the style of mechanical realism, 2d game art, hyper-realistic oil, detailed robot design, precisionist lines and shapes, algeapunk, playfully intricate

Prompt #6: this colorful creature, beautification, man with the face of a woman is wearing tan on the front, in the style of retro-futuristic cyberpunk, emiliano ponzi, circular abstraction, xbox 360 graphics, orange and black, john watkiss, camera lucida, prototype, speaking for everyone else

Prompt #7: various designs of different geometric shapes, panels, panes, faces, lines, wireframe, contrasting colors and shapes and patterns

Prompt #8: new modern sculpture representing an attempt to visualize unknown concepts, speaking to the infinite, glistening material surfaces, on a wooden platform, in the style of interlocking shapes, dark silver and light gray materials, furaffinity, stone sculptures, snailcore, concrete marble, infinity nets, discocore

Prompt #9: an insane clown

Prompt #10: chiropractor fails compilation whoopsy mode nose mouth nasal eyelids lips brow seeping dripping wet remedios varo beksinski film still closeup cutaway worn wisdom tooth extraction root canal clam shellfish mussel

[onenettvchannel]

BALITANG NASYONAL: Mango Vendor fatally stabs man in a heated altercation on Bocobo Street in Manila

(with reports from ABS-CBN News / Written by Katrina Karen de Guzman)

MALATE, MANILA -- In a graphic incident captured by CCTV cameras on Bocobo Street, Brgy. 698, Malate, Manila… A heated argument between a man's victim and a suspected mango vendor escalated into a violent stabbing. The footage shows the victim engaged in a dispute with the suspect, who is a mango seller.

Within moments, a local vendor grabs his knife and viciously attacked the man in a middle of the street. Despite the serious attempt to flee and seek refuge in a tricycle or pedicab, it was discovered that he had already been stabbed merely once or twice. The said CCTV footage also captures the suspect fleeing towards Remedios Street.

The victim was swiftly transported to a nearby hospital, yet regrettably, he succumbed to his injuries on foot. An individual, who is yet to be crucially identified by the local Malate police, was a member of an undisclosed kitchen staff or chef, to be independently operated in the vicinity. The victim endured 3 gruesome stab wounds between the chest and abdomen.

Investigation is currently conducted by the Malate Police Station (MPS), the stabbing reportedly stemmed from a heated dispute over change. Authorities are currently pursuing the suspect, who faces a murder charge under a reclusion perpetua provision of the Revised Penal Code (RPC), and a potential 2-decade prison sentence.

CONTRIBUTED SCREENGRAB COURTESY: Malate PNP via ABS-CBN News BACKGROUND PROVIDED BY: Tegna

SOURCE: https://news.abs-cbn.com/news/2024/3/10/lalaki-sinaksak-dahil-umano-sa-away-sa-sukli-746 [Referenced News Article via ABS-CBN News]

-- OneNETnews Team

[brookston]

Holidays 12.16

Holidays

Abscondment Day (South Africa)

APS Martyrs Day (Pakistan)

Barbie and Barney Backlash Day

Battle of the Bulge Day

Beethoven Day

Boston Tea Party Day

Day of Reconciliation (f.k.a. Day of the Vow; South African Afrikaners)

Flag Day (Nepal)

Jane Austen Day

Los Posadas begins (a.k.a. Posadas Navidenas; Mexico, Latin America)

Man Will Never Fly Memorial Society Day

Mel Gibson Day (South Carolina)

National Nullification Day

National Sports Day (Thailand)

Nirbhaya Anniversary Day (India)

One Day At A Time Day

O Sapientia (Anglicanism)

Peter Rabbit Day

Pokemon Incident Day

Posadas Navidenas begins (Mexico)

Reconciliation Day (South Africa)

Simbang Gabi begins (Philippines)

Stupid Toy Day

Three-Tier System Day

Victory Day (a.k.a. Bijoy Dibosh; Bangladesh)

Victory Day (a.k.a. Vijay Diwas; India)

Wan Kila Haeng Chat (National Sports Day; Thailand)

World Digital Marketing Day

Yuletide Lad #5 arrives (Pottasleikir or Pot-Licker; Iceland)

Zionism Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Eat What You Want Day [also 5.11]

National Chocolate Covered Anything Day

National Green Chili Day

Pinot Meunier Day

St. Klippenstein Day (Allagash) [Varies]

3rd Saturday in December

Festival of Winter Walks (UK) [3rd Saturday]

Wreaths Across America Day [3rd Saturday]

Independence Days

Bahrain (from UK, 1971; cerebration day only)

Kazakhstan (from USSR, 1991)

Secundomia (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Ado, Archbishop of Vienne (Christian; Saint)

Adelaide of Italy (Christian; Saint)

Alice, Empress of Germany (Christian; Saint)

Beethoven Day (Pastafarian)

Carista (Day of Peace in the Family; Pagan)

Crispin Glover Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Festival of Sapientia (Ancient Roman personification of wisdom & knowledge)

Festival of the Little Heat (Celebrating Bes, Ancient Egyptian Protector of the Home)

Haggai (Christian; Saint)

Martin the Turkey (Muppetism)

Newton (Positivist; Saint)

Philip K. Dick Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Ralph Adams Cram, Richard Upjohn and John La Farge (Episcopal Church USA)

Remedios Varo (Artology)

Sophia (a.k.a. Sapinetia; Celtic Goddess of Wisdom)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lucky Day (Philippines) [68 of 71]

Perilous Day (13th Century England) [31 of 32]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Avatar: The Way of Water (Film; 2022)

Battle of the Bulge (Film; 1965)

Bottoms Up, by Brantley Gilbert (Song; 2013)

Candleshoe (Film; 1977)

Colour Blind, by Catherine Cookson (Novel; 1953)

Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (Film; 1988)

Dumb and Dumber (Film; 1994)

Elf: Buddy’s Musical Christmas (WB Animated TV Special; 2014)

The Film Fan (WB LT Cartoon; 1939)

Hello, Dolly! (Film; 1969)

Hey Joe, by Jimi Hendrix (Song; 1966)

Hoodwinked (Animated Film; 2005)

Immortal Beloved (Film; 1994)

Joyeux Noel (Film; 2005)

La La Land (Film; 2016)

Love Story (Film; 1970)

The Magicians 9TV Series; 2015)

The Merry Dwarfs (Disney Cartoon; 1929)

Mickey’s Christmas Carol (Disney Cartoon; 1983)

Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol (Film; 2011)

The OA (TV Series; 2016)

Papillon (Film; 1973)

Playtime (Jacques Tati French Film; 1967)

The Producers (Musical Film; 2005)

Rabbit of Seville (WB LT Cartoon; 1950)

Rain Man (Film; 1988)

Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (Film; 2016)

Saturday Night Fever (Film; 1977)

Screwball Football (WB MM Cartoon; 1939)

The Seven Crystal Balls, by Hergé (Graphic Novel; 1948) [Tintin #13]

Silkwood (Film; 1983)

Sittin’ on a Backyard Fence (WB MM Cartoon; 1933)

The Small One (Disney Cartoon; 1978)

Snarf: Butterfly Follies (WB ThunderCats Cartoon; 2011)

Symphony No. 9 in E minor, "New World Symphony," by Antonín Dvořák (Symphony; 1893)

The Tale of Peter Rabbit (Children’s Book; 1901)

These Boots Are Made for Walking’, by Nancy Sinatra (Song; 1965)

To Be or Not to Be (Film; 1983)

Toy Tinkers (Disney Cartoon; 1949)

200 Motels, by Frank Zappa (Music Film; 1971)

Unplugged, by Nirvana, airs on MTV (TV Concert; 1993)

Today’s Name Days

Adelheid, Elke, Heidi (Austria)

Adela, Hagaj, Sebastijan (Croatia)

Albína (Czech Republic)

Lazarus (Denmark)

Aade, Aale, Adeele, Adelheid, Aliide, Ethel, Haide, Liide, Teele (Estonia)

Aada, Adele, Auli, Aulikki (Finland)

Alice (France)

Adelheid, Elke, Heidi (Germany)

Modestos, Theofano (Greece)

Aletta, Etelka (Hungary)

Albina (Italy)

Alvīne (Latvia)

Albina, Alina, Audronė, Vygaudas (Lithuania)

Oddbjørg, Oddbjørn (Norway)

Adelajda, Ado, Albina, Alina, Ananiasz, Bean, Zdzisława (Poland)

Agheu (Romania)

Albína (Slovakia)

Adela, Adelaida (Spain)

Assar (Sweden)

Addie, Addy, Adela, Adelaide, Adele, Adeline, Adella, Adelle, Alena, Alina, Aline, Della (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 350 of 2024; 15 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 50 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ruis (Elder) [Day 19 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Jia-Zi), Day 4 (Wu-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 4 Teveth 5784

Islamic: 3 Jumada II 1445

J Cal: 20 Zima; Sixday [20 of 30]

Julian: 3 December 2023

Moon: 17%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 14 Bichat (13th Month) [Newton]

Runic Half Month: Jara (Year) [Day 6 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 84 of 89)

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 25 of 30)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 12.16

Holidays

Abscondment Day (South Africa)

APS Martyrs Day (Pakistan)

Barbie and Barney Backlash Day

Battle of the Bulge Day

Beethoven Day

Boston Tea Party Day

Day of Reconciliation (f.k.a. Day of the Vow; South African Afrikaners)

Flag Day (Nepal)

Jane Austen Day

Los Posadas begins (a.k.a. Posadas Navidenas; Mexico, Latin America)

Man Will Never Fly Memorial Society Day

Mel Gibson Day (South Carolina)

National Nullification Day

National Sports Day (Thailand)

Nirbhaya Anniversary Day (India)

One Day At A Time Day

O Sapientia (Anglicanism)

Peter Rabbit Day

Pokemon Incident Day

Posadas Navidenas begins (Mexico)

Reconciliation Day (South Africa)

Simbang Gabi begins (Philippines)

Stupid Toy Day

Three-Tier System Day

Victory Day (a.k.a. Bijoy Dibosh; Bangladesh)

Victory Day (a.k.a. Vijay Diwas; India)

Wan Kila Haeng Chat (National Sports Day; Thailand)

World Digital Marketing Day

Yuletide Lad #5 arrives (Pottasleikir or Pot-Licker; Iceland)

Zionism Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Eat What You Want Day [also 5.11]

National Chocolate Covered Anything Day

National Green Chili Day

Pinot Meunier Day

St. Klippenstein Day (Allagash) [Varies]

3rd Saturday in December

Festival of Winter Walks (UK) [3rd Saturday]

Wreaths Across America Day [3rd Saturday]

Independence Days

Bahrain (from UK, 1971; cerebration day only)

Kazakhstan (from USSR, 1991)

Secundomia (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Ado, Archbishop of Vienne (Christian; Saint)

Adelaide of Italy (Christian; Saint)

Alice, Empress of Germany (Christian; Saint)

Beethoven Day (Pastafarian)

Carista (Day of Peace in the Family; Pagan)

Crispin Glover Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Festival of Sapientia (Ancient Roman personification of wisdom & knowledge)

Festival of the Little Heat (Celebrating Bes, Ancient Egyptian Protector of the Home)

Haggai (Christian; Saint)

Martin the Turkey (Muppetism)

Newton (Positivist; Saint)

Philip K. Dick Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Ralph Adams Cram, Richard Upjohn and John La Farge (Episcopal Church USA)

Remedios Varo (Artology)

Sophia (a.k.a. Sapinetia; Celtic Goddess of Wisdom)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lucky Day (Philippines) [68 of 71]

Perilous Day (13th Century England) [31 of 32]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Avatar: The Way of Water (Film; 2022)

Battle of the Bulge (Film; 1965)

Bottoms Up, by Brantley Gilbert (Song; 2013)

Candleshoe (Film; 1977)

Colour Blind, by Catherine Cookson (Novel; 1953)

Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (Film; 1988)

Dumb and Dumber (Film; 1994)

Elf: Buddy’s Musical Christmas (WB Animated TV Special; 2014)

The Film Fan (WB LT Cartoon; 1939)

Hello, Dolly! (Film; 1969)

Hey Joe, by Jimi Hendrix (Song; 1966)

Hoodwinked (Animated Film; 2005)

Immortal Beloved (Film; 1994)

Joyeux Noel (Film; 2005)

La La Land (Film; 2016)

Love Story (Film; 1970)

The Magicians 9TV Series; 2015)

The Merry Dwarfs (Disney Cartoon; 1929)

Mickey’s Christmas Carol (Disney Cartoon; 1983)

Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol (Film; 2011)

The OA (TV Series; 2016)

Papillon (Film; 1973)

Playtime (Jacques Tati French Film; 1967)

The Producers (Musical Film; 2005)

Rabbit of Seville (WB LT Cartoon; 1950)

Rain Man (Film; 1988)

Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (Film; 2016)

Saturday Night Fever (Film; 1977)

Screwball Football (WB MM Cartoon; 1939)

The Seven Crystal Balls, by Hergé (Graphic Novel; 1948) [Tintin #13]

Silkwood (Film; 1983)

Sittin’ on a Backyard Fence (WB MM Cartoon; 1933)

The Small One (Disney Cartoon; 1978)

Snarf: Butterfly Follies (WB ThunderCats Cartoon; 2011)

Symphony No. 9 in E minor, "New World Symphony," by Antonín Dvořák (Symphony; 1893)

The Tale of Peter Rabbit (Children’s Book; 1901)

These Boots Are Made for Walking’, by Nancy Sinatra (Song; 1965)

To Be or Not to Be (Film; 1983)

Toy Tinkers (Disney Cartoon; 1949)

200 Motels, by Frank Zappa (Music Film; 1971)

Unplugged, by Nirvana, airs on MTV (TV Concert; 1993)

Today’s Name Days

Adelheid, Elke, Heidi (Austria)

Adela, Hagaj, Sebastijan (Croatia)

Albína (Czech Republic)

Lazarus (Denmark)

Aade, Aale, Adeele, Adelheid, Aliide, Ethel, Haide, Liide, Teele (Estonia)

Aada, Adele, Auli, Aulikki (Finland)

Alice (France)

Adelheid, Elke, Heidi (Germany)

Modestos, Theofano (Greece)

Aletta, Etelka (Hungary)

Albina (Italy)

Alvīne (Latvia)

Albina, Alina, Audronė, Vygaudas (Lithuania)

Oddbjørg, Oddbjørn (Norway)

Adelajda, Ado, Albina, Alina, Ananiasz, Bean, Zdzisława (Poland)

Agheu (Romania)

Albína (Slovakia)

Adela, Adelaida (Spain)

Assar (Sweden)

Addie, Addy, Adela, Adelaide, Adele, Adeline, Adella, Adelle, Alena, Alina, Aline, Della (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 350 of 2024; 15 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 50 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ruis (Elder) [Day 19 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Jia-Zi), Day 4 (Wu-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 4 Teveth 5784

Islamic: 3 Jumada II 1445

J Cal: 20 Zima; Sixday [20 of 30]

Julian: 3 December 2023

Moon: 17%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 14 Bichat (13th Month) [Newton]

Runic Half Month: Jara (Year) [Day 6 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 84 of 89)

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 25 of 30)

[ao3feed-tywin]

The Storm Queen | Juego de Tronos

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/U2o3LMu

by queensyrax

Fanfic de Juego de Tronos publicada originalmente en la plataforma Wattpad, en mi cuenta "Shieldmaidens".

⠀⠀⠀Argella Baratheon esconde un secreto. Un secreto que pondría en jaque la seguridad de los Siete Reinos; uno que podría desatar terribles y sangrientas batallas. Es consciente del peso de la verdad que guarda y de que no basta más que un paso en falso para sentenciar su vida y la de todos sus seres amados. Aún desconoce cuál es su rol en el juego de tronos. Sin embargo, tiene muy en claro su objetivo, uno que se han encargado de recordarle a lo largo de toda su formación: concebir y criar herederos que sellarán una alianza entre dos estratégicas regiones de Poniente; el Dominio y las Tierras de la Tormenta. Y, aunque no esté de acuerdo con ello, no le queda más remedio que aceptar las condiciones, pues sabe que jamás será libre de escribir su propio destino.

Words: 3763, Chapters: 2/?, Language: Español

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Jon Snow, Ned Stark, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Robert Baratheon, Daenerys Targaryen, Joffrey Baratheon, Jon Arryn, Loras Tyrell, Margaery Tyrell, Renly Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon, Walder Frey, Tywin Lannister

Relationships: Robb Stark/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Minor Character Death, Slow Burn, Westerosi Politics, Friendship, Forbidden, Marriage of Convenience, Captivity, Winterfell (A Song of Ice and Fire), House Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire), House Baratheon (A Song of Ice and Fire), Prisoner of War, Direwolves (A Song of Ice and Fire), Bechdel Test Pass, Northern Culture & Customs (A Song of Ice and Fire), Diplomacy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/U2o3LMu

[josiahthegreat]

Listen/purchase: Ramses by Brownlucci/Snagneto

[tuner-styles]

--style 63h7dUVtwzKGQh3c

Prompt: a handsome young man

Prompt: foreground background subject atmosphere

Prompt: a gorgeous young woman

Prompt: a very elaborately sculpted and detailed Warhammer 40K unique battle-ready character with massive bulky cumbersome armor and unique ornaments

Prompt: an illustration of a futuristic piece of advanced technology, in the style of mechanical realism, 2d game art, hyper-realistic oil, detailed robot design, precisionist lines and shapes, algeapunk, playfully intricate

Prompt: this colorful creature, beautification, man with the face of a woman is wearing tan on the front, in the style of retro-futuristic cyberpunk, emiliano ponzi, circular abstraction, xbox 360 graphics, orange and black, john watkiss, camera lucida, prototype, speaking for everyone else

Prompt: various designs of different geometric shapes, panels, panes, faces, lines, wireframe, contrasting colors and shapes and patterns

Prompt: Actor Casting portfolio, random unusual beautiful woman, imperfect skin, model pose, lipstick, minimalist, grey background, kodak Porta 800 film, analog

New Prompt: an insane clown

Prompt: chiropractor fails compilation whoopsy mode nose mouth nasal eyelids lips brow seeping dripping wet remedios varo beksinski film still closeup cutaway worn wisdom tooth extraction root canal clam shellfish mussel

[pixography]

Leonor Fini ~ “Kinderstube (Children’s Game)”, 1976

Leonor Fini is considered one of the most important women artists of the mid-twentieth century, along with Leonora Carrington, Frida Kahlo, Meret Oppenheim, Remedios Varo, and Dorothea Tanning – most of whom Fini knew well. Her career, which spanned some six decades, included painting, graphic design, book illustration, product design (the renowned torso-shaped perfume bottle for Schiaparelli’s Shocking), and set and costume design for theatre, ballet, opera, and film.  She was a virtually self-taught artist, learning anatomy directly from studying cadavers in the local morgue and absorbing composition and technique from the Old Masters through books and visits to museums. A predominant theme of Fini’s art is the complex relationship between the sexes, primarily the interplay between the dominant female and the passive, androgynous male. [source]

[gravedangerahead]

What’s the deal with the sex scene(s) in the Sandman? I’ve seen you posting about it, and it’s made me want to watch it, but sex scenes make me deeply uncomfortable. How intense are they? Are they skippable (aka no plot bits in the middle)? And, depending on how many of them there are, do you know approximately where they are in the episodes so I can be ready to skip them? (I understand if that’s too complicated to find, but I thought I’d ask.) Anyway you have lured me in with your Sandman posts!! You are now my Sandman Mutual™, along with being my Classic Movies Mutual™ and my Remedios Varo Mutual™ :)

I do also get unconfortable in sex scenes. There are a handful in Sandman but I personally didn't feel like they were too graphic or went on for too long. It's mostly making out and implied sex, I think? And there are shots that kind of pan over people having sex, but it doesn't linger too long. They brought the amount of nudity way down from the comics and you're definitely not getting the bridgerton or got treatment.

But that's entirely subjective (and also my memory is terrible), and I don’t want to give you bad information. Maybe a site for content warnings like does the dog die can give you more precise and objective info?

As for being skippable, I don't think there are any plot points in the middle (other than knowing the sex happened) but they're brief enough that it's easier to wait it out than try to skip.

I'm more than happy to be the Sandman/Classic Movies/Remedios Varo Mutual™, that's very sweet of you :D :D :D

[with-the-same-tattoos]

About

Hi! I’m Kanerva, but you can just call me Kani. 23 yo, they/them. I’m a graphic design / illustration student, but mostly here to hang out in fandoms, mess around and such :) I doodle & draw fan art but also a lot of my own ocs. I also get like really overly rambly sometimes, I technically write hc/imagine kinda stuff but very chaotically.

Basic DNI applies. I might take a lot of time to reply to stuff, apologies, I get anxious about really silly small stuff :’)

This is a mostly sfw blog, anything else is tagged #notsfw. I have some really weird aversion issues when it comes to notsfw stuff that come and go, please keep any notsfw asks /messages on the softie side :)

Find me elsewhere...

Work / art instagram: kani.graphics

Personal instagram: with_the_same_teeth

Daydream tumblr: kani-daydreams

Interests, fandoms etc. and their tags

Slashers, horror movies (#slashers). Favourite movies are Texas Chainsaw Massacre 1 & 2 and House of Wax 2005. Love Chop Top Sawyer (and the rest of the Sawyers), Vincent Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire 

The Magnus Archives (#tma). Domain of the vast / the lonely. Absolutely love Peter Lukas, Jared Hopworth and Gerry Keay.

General art (#art). Grew up in an artsy family and all. My favorite artists are  Zdzisław Beksiński, Remedios Varo, Denis Forkas.

History. Very scattered, but I have a great love for reading & hearing about history. My favorite things to learn about is the Minoan culture, the entirety of the Mediterranean bronze age history.

Art tags for specific content

General art tag: #kaniart

Fandom art tags...

Slashers, horror movies, slasher characters: #slasher-art

The Magnus Archives: #tma-art

Oc art tags...

General oc tag: #kaniocs

Worlds / verses tagged by “ow: ____” (eg. ow: radio), and characters “oc: ____” (eg. oc: pestilence). I’ll eventually make an about page for short introductions.

[georgiahorton98]

Monday 4th January

Today I will starting my next project on the theme of war. I will be doing my research on 3 different artists that have covered the same topic in a range of ways and styles, from modern to classical painters. 

Francisco de Goya

Francisco Goya was a Spanish painter and printmaker. He was born into a lower-class family in 1746 in Fuendetodos, Aragon. He studied art from the age of 14 under baroque painter José Luzán y Martinez and then later moved to Madrid to paint under neoclassical artist Anton Raphael Mengs, this would shape the next part of his life greatly, becoming a court painter for the royal Spanish Crown in 1786. 

Charles IV of Spain and His Family (1800–01)

In 1793, through texts and letters, it was found that Goya suffered from a unknown medical illness which eventually left him deaf. After this point in his life, his works became more dark and negative. 

In 1807, Napoleon ordered the French army into Spain known as the peninsular war, with Madrid being where Goya lived at the time. While not spoken outright in text, through his series of paintings and etchings it can be implied that Goya was against the war that took place, showing the brutal happenings and practices of the French army. 

The Third of May 1808 (1814)

Y no hay remedio (And it cannot be helped) (1818-1824)

The last period of his life, where his famous series the Black Paintings (1819-1823) were produced, show the accumulation of all the darkness within Goya’s life. Alienated by the war in Spain, Goya isolated himself. Later, he would move to Bordeaux in France where he completely the last of his etchings La Tauromaquia.  After a stroke that left him paralyzed, Goya died 16th April 1828 at the age of 82. 

I really love the figure work of Goya, he is one of my favourite artists. Inspired by his work, I would love to use the etchings he did as an inspiration. His pieces were not based of what he has seen but what he had heard, this is something I could take into account when doing my piece. The way he incorporated body language more than anything is my favourite and tells more than the expressions on faces. I could emulate his style by either doing a lino print or and plastic plate etching. 

Henry Moore

Henry Moore was a British abstract-sculpture artist. He also produced many drawings among other graphic works. 

He was born in Yorkshire, England in the year of 1898. Born into a poor family of 8 children, his father was determined not to let Moore become a miner like him and encouraged him to pursue education. After being accepted into a grammar school, his headmaster had payed attention to the passion and talent Moore had for medieval-sculpture. Set on making art his career, Moore attempted to get a scholarship despite the disagreement of his family, who did not want him to become a sculptor. 

In 1916, on Moore’s 18th birthday he volunteered for Army Service during the First World War. He was the youngest of the regiment and was injured later in 1917 during a gas attack during the Battle of Cambrai. After recovering from the attack, he spent the rest of the war as a physical trainer, romanticising the war at this point in his life. He later went on to change his thoughts on this, seeing war as “anti-life”. 

Reclining Woman (1930)

After the war and over the next few decades, Moore would dedicate his life to developing his style and teaching sculpting. 

When WW2 started, the school Moore was teaching at in London was evacuated. During The Blitz, Moore did intense graphite artwork of people in the London Underground subway while sheltering. Later, these arts were bought and used as war pieces, making Moore a wartime artist. 

Moore’s home was hit by shrapnel in 1940, prompting him to move out of London and into Hertfordshire, where Moore would live and work for the rest of his life, creating sculptures and art works. Moore died in 1986 in his home. 

Woman Seated in the Underground (1941)

Tube Shelter Perspective (1941)

I like Moore’s sketchy work. It seems scary to me in a way that strikes me as morbid and dark, with the figures having no faces or emotions but still able to communicate sadness and darkness. I would like to try incorporating Moore’s charcoal-y type of artworks into my own for the project, however I am not a fan of the statues. 

Paul Nash

Nash was a surrealist painter and war artist. Born in London 1889, Nash's original passion was in landscape painting because he was bad at figure drawing. He was inspired by landscapes with ancient history, such as rubble forts and castles. 

At the start of world war 1, Nash applied to become a private, training as a guard of the Tower of London, because of this Nash still had time to paint and draw. After being married, in 1917 he then began training as an office, acquiring the position of second lieutenant at Ypres Salient, a relatively calm place that wasn’t majorly attacked during WW1. Later in the year, Nash fell into a trench and broke a rib and was brought back into London. A few days later, a majority of his squad were killed in an assault. Nash considered himself lucky to have injured himself before this incident. While healing in London, Nash took the time to sketch and paint, working from sketches he had done while on the front line. Nash was commissioned to become a war artist just shortly after. 

Spring in the Trenches, 1917 (1918)

In 1917, Nash returned to Ypres Salient as an official war artist during the Third Battle of Ypres. In this time, a tonal change in his work would come, becoming disillusioned by war with the bomb-stricken landscapes. This anger at the destruction of war on the landscape became a creative drive for Nash, creating dozens of pieces of art and even risking his life by trying to get as close to the front lines as possible. 

Returning to England, in 1918 Nash spent 6 weeks on the western front creating what he called the “fifty drawings of muddy places”. When he returned to the safety of mainland England, he developed these pieces. While in Belgium he only worked in pen and inks, but while in England he learnt to produce lithographs, further developing his style of work. He also began working in oils.

Sunrise, Inverness Copse (1917)

The Ypres Salient at Night (1918)

In 1918 Nash was commissioned by the British War Memorials Committee to paint a piece for the Hall of Remembrance project. He chose Ypres Sailent as his main subject. When the war ended in 1920 Nash continued to work as an artist, but slightly struggled with money and work. 

Through the 1930′s Nash did a range of works, including that for galleries, books, illustration and theatre work. 

During World War 2, Nash was appointed to the War Artist’s Advisory Committee as a full time war artist paid for his work. Nash’s work was unpopular for his focus on landscapes rather than figures and brutal war. Nash produced a series of watercolour pieces while working as a war artist during this time. 

The Messerschmidt in Windsor Great Park (1940)

After completing these pieces Nash found himself sick with asthma. He had difficulty painting during this time and decided to do collages instead. Between bouts of illness, he would attempt to paint and create work. Nash died in his sleep of heart failure in 1946. 

I like Nash’s focus on landscapes, I find it very endearing. I’m not a big fan of the style of his paintings a feel a little too bland to me, however I find the watercolours striking, and something I may consider doing as a test to my pieces.

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LUNA | SS21 Luna Del Pinal from Mariano Schoendorff on Vimeo.

- "her, in the first person" -

SHE takes refuge in a seemingly empty house, where the presence of a mysterious woman, LUNA, slowly starts to take her over.

for LUNA DEL PINAL

-- Director's Cut --

SHE/ELLA - Inés Coca LUNA - Mabel Olea

Director - Mariano Schoendorff Writers - Isabel López Polanco & Patricia Peregrin Producer - Isabel López Polanco Cinematographer - Carles F. Galí Production and Graphic Designer - Regina Coca Sound Designer - Nacho Roca @ WHO SOUNDS Editor - Patricia Peregrín & Mariano Schoendorff Stylist - Adrian Bernal 1st AD - Álvaro Valmorisco Gaffer - Alex Postius Colorist - Julia Rossetti Steadicam Operator - Ricard Haro 1st AC - Pau Olle 2nd AC - Irene Moreno Sparks - Martí Pluma & Jordi Sanchez Line Producer - Claudia Esteban Makeup Artist - Sara Ayala VFX - LA REMEDIOS Executive Producers - Ana Corina del Pinal, Gabriela Luna & Isabel López Polanco Luna Del Pinal - Gabriela Sigüenza, Araitz Lejarraga, Laura Dufont & Lilia Gabriela Ruano Music Composer - Carlos Edelmiro Production Sound - Carlos Canovas Still Photography - Jorge Perez Ortiz Catering - Matthew Peers & Nora Silva Runner - Casilda Espinosa

Grading Suite - EIGHTY4

Special Thanks - Cidon Interior Design and Contract Yollotl Alvarado Sofia Arias Rego Andrea Carazo Javier Nuño Daniel M. Torres Napalm Rentals Jorge Luengo Abel Hermosilla & To our families