#Enfer

[federer7]

Cabaret L’Enfer. Paris. 1952

Photo: Robert Doisneau

[ombre-originelle]

Dirk Bouts - La chute des damnés (ca. 1470)

[truthcons]

path to nowhere, enfer & shalom & rahu icons.

[cherrymoris]

[fleurdusoir]

Tous se promènent satisfaits dans cet enfer incroyable, cette illusion énorme, cet univers de camelote qui est le monde moderne où bientôt plus une lueur spirituelle ne pénétrera. 

— Pierre Drieu la Rochelle, Mesure de la France

[vynyll]

[vhscorp]

On parle souvent de l’enfance comme d’un bonheur ou d’un paradis perdus, mais combien d’entre nous y ont trouvé l’incompréhension, l’errance et la souffrance de la solitude…

V. H. SCORP

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

[philoursmars]

Au Louvre-Lens, une expo : "Exils" (aussi bien réels qu'intérieurs, les mythes que les trajectoires personnelles de certains artistes)

Au sous-sol, une extension de l'expo avec des icones ukrainiennes en exil en France.

Ici : Théodore Poulakis - "Le Jugement Dernier" - Ukraine, 1661

[hime-bee]

Oops, I forgot to post my self indulgent birthday art from yesterday- 😭

I'm madly in love with a friend's OC, it's so embarrassing

Enfer belongs to @darkflames29 ^^

[dooareyastudy]

Je vais faire comme si les huitièmes de l'euro étaient le seul événement la soirée, vous m'en voudrez pas hein

[erraticlady]

“Simon, si tu te punis toi même, l'enfer sera partout.”

Dead Boy Detective, saison 1 épisode 7

[ombre-originelle]

John Martin - Pandemonium (1841)

[cherrymoris]

enfer thing yay

[ptn-imagines]

Hello!! I hope you're doing well :3

Firstly, I'd like to say your blog has a chokehold on me, and your writing is just *chef's kisses* I be devouring the food you cook, please keep up the good work :]

If you don't mind could I request SFW/NSFW headcanons or whichever your comfortable with about Enfer × F!Chief?

Well, I had so many ideas for this ask, it actually overpowered my chronic fatigue, if that says anything! I'm glad you're enjoying my writing, also; here's some more food!

NSFW below the cut.

SFW+NSFW headcanons with Enfer and f!Chief

Enfer can be difficult for others to understand. Even the other artistically-minded Sinners, Lisa and McQueen, have trouble with it sometimes.

Chief doesn't have that problem. After the Witching Hour, and what took place in Enfer's studio, she's got a very good grasp on just who Enfer is – and Enfer adores her for it, for that sweet understanding she can't get from anyone else.

Accepting love is still a very new thing for Enfer, but you wouldn't think so from how passionately she expresses herself. While she isn't overbearing or particularly clingy, her expressions of love are nonetheless active and vibrant, like an explosion of fireworks in the night sky. Chief sometimes finds it hard to keep up, but would never dream of asking Enfer to tone it down – this, too, is something she adores about the artist.

Though Enfer is absolutely capable of poetic, flowery words of love and, indeed, often uses these on the Chief, her preferred form of affection is actually through physical touch. Enfer hasn’t really gotten so much as a hug since her mother died, so yeah… She’s really touch-starved. Thankfully, Chief provides the perfect solution!

Enfer’s hands tend to linger on Chief longer than most. Not necessarily in a sexual way, but simply to enjoy the sensation; fingers that are rougher than you might expect from so many years of painting and sculpting like to drag along Chief’s skin, simply appreciating her existence. It’s the way her hands linger on Chief’s cheeks after a kiss – long, sensual and intimate or fiery, passionate and open-mouthed, never in between – and it’s the way her hands can’t help but trace down her lover’s sides and spines, eliciting shivers from the Chief.

As a result, Enfer really enjoys having sex – not for the sexual pleasure of it, but for the sheer intimacy. She’ll place kisses and love bites all over Chief’s trembling body, licking and suckling with little to no restraint as she presses their hot, flushed bodies closely together. She’s insatiable.

Her favorite spots of attack are the Chief’s breasts and neck. The morning after sex, you can always expect the two locations to have been turned into canvasses of blue, purple and black bruises. It always embarrasses Chief, but she would never dream of stopping Enfer – particularly since the artist is so kind as to personally help her apply concealer to marks that would otherwise be too visible for professional decency.

When it comes to the main event (if you can call it that; with Enfer, every moment of sex is a show), Enfer prefers to eat Chief out. She’s very thorough with this, and her tongue moves in ways you wouldn’t expect from someone who was a virgin not so long ago, caressing the deepest parts of Chief she can reach. Chief always comes multiple times, her hands twisted in Enfer’s hair as she howls with overstimulation, tears welling in her eyes. Enfer never stops until Chief is begging for it.

(She actually learned these things from erotic fiction, but she won’t admit to that unless the Chief thinks to ask.)

Enfer’s also not a stranger to a bit of bondage. She’s willing to try out pretty much any kink the Chief has at least once, but she herself isn’t as kinky as you might expect. Her go-to bondage is to bind Chief’s wrists behind her back, or spread-eagle to the bed with ropes, along with a blindfold to heighten Chief’s pleasure. She’s a very big advocate for that, naturally~

She isn’t much of a fan of gags, though. She’ll oblige if her adorable Chief wants it so badly, but… She loves to hear the sounds Chief makes during sex, and she hates how gags take that away.

Still, her two favorite acts of intimacy aren’t even sexual in nature – or at the very least, they don’t have to be. Unfortunately, they’re both quite time-consuming, so with Chief’s busy schedule, Enfer doesn’t get the chance to engage in them as often as she’d like. That just means she appreciates the time she does have.

First of all, Enfer became a shibari master in shockingly (or perhaps not so shocking) little time after their relationship began. Although she’s willing to incorporate these ties into sex if the Chief asks, she engages in this practice for the artistry of the knots and harnesses more than anything else. She can spend hours alone tying Chief to her satisfaction, and then another few appreciating the transient form of artwork. With her hands and mouth as well as her eyes.

Chief is absolutely her favorite canvas in more “traditional” senses of the word too. While you can’t sculpt flesh – well, not unless you’re mad in a way that even Enfer is not (and she does not want to think about) – you can absolutely paint upon it. When Enfer is finished, she can transform the Chief into practically anything imaginable – a starry night sky for example, or a graceful and serene snow leopard.

…Of course, there’s always a few mishaps here and there, as a side-effect of painting on a living canvas. The brush hairs can tickle and the slightest movement of a giggle, sneeze or twitch can mess up a brush stroke. Enfer doesn’t mind, though – these little errors are all easily rectified and she simply considers it part of the process of painting on a living canvas. Sometimes she even chooses to keep these errors in the final work, finding a form of beauty in them.

Aside from these two things, Enfer and Chief like to spend their free time going on dates. Art museums may be a predictable location for these, but there’s no denying they go to them a lot, and Chief loves the way Enfer’s eyes light up when she looks at the art on display.

Still, Enfer tries to make these dates interesting even for someone not as educated in art as the Chief – so instead of talking about the techniques and such involved in a piece, she instead focuses on what might be more apparent to a layman, such as the colors and symbolism or the history of a particularly storied piece.

They also tend to watch horror movies, albeit at home – Chief usually ends up clinging to Enfer during these, surprisingly easily afraid despite everything she’s seen. Enfer thinks it’s adorable.

Still, Enfer’s tastes are very discerning, and she doesn’t care for cheap, trashy thrillers, so they don’t do this particular form of date often. Usually, recommendations come from Deren, though the particular kind of horror movie Enfer enjoys are few and far between compared to gruesome, bloody, shock-value stuff.

Finally, Enfer also enjoys small, out-of-the-way cafes with artistic vibes. It’s probably the most “normal” thing about their whole relationship, really, and Chief loves the way Enfer’s eyes sparkle when she takes a spoonful of a rich cheesecake or some other dessert. They often share a milkshake or such and end up feeding each other pieces of their dessert.

Finally, it’s incredibly common for Enfer to present Chief with gifts – homemade trinkets or pieces she found in antique or thrift stores. Never things bought expensively firsthand, though – to Enfer, these flashy things are hollow and devoid of meaning. Perhaps in a few decades, they’ll be actually worth their price tags, but for now, Enfer avoids them like the plague.

[vynyll]

The distorted faces and screams are really addictive.