#Hockney x reader

[anamelessfool]

Outlaw F!Reader x "The Ghoul" Cooper Howard (18+ MDNI) Full Fic here on AO3

Chapter 13: Keep Smilin' Through (AO3 Link Here)

You were the Overseer and all you did was watch them die.

“When I think about the future,” Barb had said in that meeting, “I think about my daughter, Janey.” Two hundred years ago, Barb Howard fusses with her PiP Boy device while her husband Cooper Howard drowns in the living room. This chapter is dedicated to @the-lisechen and would not exist if not for the influence of their exceptional body of work.

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Artwork: David Hockney "A Bigger Splash", 1967

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[mikey180]

Tower Of God Master List

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The 25th Bamm

That Time Of The Month

How He Cuddles

They Forget Your Date tw angst no comfort

They Realize They Forgot Your Date tw angst no comfort

Bam x Reader "Disney"

Bam x Reader "Are You Upset With Me?" tw angst with comfort

khun aguero agnes

That Time Of The Month

dad khun x mom reader "Just In Time"

dad Khun x mom reader "Can They Go To Bed Now?"

Clingy Khun x Reader *reblog

They Forget Your Date tw angst no comfort

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Khun x Collector Reader

Khun x Bayonetta reader

How He Cuddles

Rak

That Time Of The Month

Evankhell

That Time Of The Month

How She Cuddles

A Day Out With Evankhell

They Forget Your Date tw angst no comfort

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Fluff Headcanons

Hansung Yu

That Time Of The Month

How He Cuddles

They Forget Your Date tw angst no comfort

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Hansung Yu x Reader "More Coffee?"

Lero ro

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How He Cuddles

They Forget Your Date tw angst no comfort

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You're Perfect

Quant Blitz

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How He Cuddles

They Forget Your Date tw angst no comfort

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Hoe/Ho

That Time Of The Month

Anak

That Time Of The Month

How She Cuddles

They Forget Your Date tw angst no comfort

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Endorsi

That Time Of The Month

How She Cuddles

They Forget Your Date tw angst no comfort

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Yuri

That Time Of The Month

Hockney

That Time Of The Month

Hatz

That Time Of The Month

How He Cuddles

Hatz x Bayonetta reader

Hatz x Collector Reader

They Forget Your Date tw angst no comfort

They Realize They Forgot Your Date tw angst no comfort

Arie Hon

Arie Hon x Reader "My Light"

White

That Time Of The Month

White x Reader "Bad Day?"

Fluff Headcanons

Yasratcha

That Time Of The Month

Fluff Headcanons

Yama

That Time Of The Month

Doom

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Eduan

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Jealous Eduan x Reader

Maschenny

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Karaka

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[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

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nsfw tropes i will definitely write:

body worship

praise kink

soft dom/sub dynamics

somnophilia

edging/orgasm denial

unprotected sex

cum play/cum eating

creampie/breeding kink

cockwarming

food kink/food play

frottage/dry humping

sensory play

size kink

corruption kink

temperature play

pseudo-cest

exhibitionism

voyeurism

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pedophilia

age play

ddlg/ddlb/daddy/mommy kinks

rape/non-con

piss/scat

vomit

breath play

spanking

hard bondage

A/B/O dynamics

secondary tropes i will definitely write:

fluff

hurt/comfort

hurt/no comfort

angst

sickfic

pining/yearning (one-sided, mutual)

sky/star/universe themes

ocean/water themes

fire themes

unrequited love

songfics

AUs: hanahaki, royal, coffeeshop, florist, academic, modern, magic, highschool, college

Dynamics: master/servant, royal/servant, doctor/patient, teacher/student, best friends to lovers, academic rivals to lovers, black cat/golden retriever, fell first/fell harder, star-crossed lovers, sun/moon

secondary tropes i will NOT write:

horror

gore

arranged/forced marrige or relationship

fandoms and characters i will write:

love & deepspace : xavier, rafayel, sylus, zayne, caleb, jeremiah, thomas, luke, kieran

haikyuu : hinata, kenma, sugawara, shirabu, nishinoya, yaku, alisa, kiyoko, akaashi, kuroo, oikawa, kunimi

stray kids : felix, seungmin, hyunjin, han, lee know

final fantasy 16 : joshua rosfield, clive rosfield

tower of god : khun a.a., khun hachuling, baam, viole, hwaryun, endorsi, hatz, hockney, yasratcha

bungou stray dogs : chuuya, dazai, atsushi, ranpo, nikolai

blue lock : chigiri, nagi, isagi

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[scenariosbutmakeitgay]

Hi, how are u? May I ask a one-shot with hockney and fem reader who are childhood friend and when hockney return to the the floor of death with baam team he want to take the reader with him to the outside of the floor of death and climb the tower together 👉👈 between ur work is amazing good job❤️❤️

I really can’t write Hockney stuff properly to save my life, sorry-

but here ya go

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Time on the Floor of Death passed slightly differently – you didn't know when you stopped counting how many years have passed since you came here, nor when one day ended and another began. You found it simply pointless. Perhaps it made some sense when you had company, but Hockney disappeared a long time ago. Or maybe not that long? As stated before, keeping track of time wasn't one of your priorities. The memories of Hockney kept this dull reality a little less monotonous, though.

David Hockney was quite a remarkable individual. The strokes of his brush on empty canvas, deeply engraved in the darkest parts of your mind, were the only things you liked counting. Not minutes, not hours, not days. Hockney was the greatest painter you knew (well, maybe the only one). His moves didn't limit themselves to any particular form of art. All of Hockney's paintings contained a part of him, so they looked more alive, even more divine than any other sketches, and spoke more truths than any poem could. Hockney was both an artist and a muse, and every time his hands touched one of the brushes, his body found itself completely lost in a trance-like state.

You didn't encounter many surprising events on the Floor of Death. After getting used to its bizarre nature, even the most off-putting quirks that this place had to offer became slightly tiresome. There was one thing you would never expect to actually happen, and one sentence you thought you'd never hear, though.

“I'm happy to see you again.”

The crimson signs staining Hockney's eyes contrasted with his ashy skin, making them the first thing you noticed. He seemed taller than before, but you couldn't tell for sure – memory was a tricky thing sometimes.

“Why...” you wanted to ask thousands of questions. When was the last time you saw each other, how had he been, what happened when he was gone? But one thing that intrigued you the most. “Why did you come back?”

Hockney averted his gaze, almost as if he wasn't sure himself. His face remained expressionless, even though you could see how lost he was.

“I want to climb the Tower with you,” he replied.

Climb the Tower.

“It's too dangerous!” you disagreed with the man immediately. “I've never left this floor in my entire life! How could I possibly survive outside?”

“I've met lots of powerful allies when I was gone. One of them is the Slayer Nominee from FUG.”

You gasped as the name of such an infamous organization sent shivers down your spine. Your knowledge about FUG was quite limited, but there was one thing you knew for sure – they weren't people to be messed with. Why would Hockney want to be associated with them?

“I know we had no contact for quite a while, but please,” he began speaking again. “I want to climb the Tower with you. Isn't spending your whole life here boring? Wasteful, I could even say. There's a whole another world outside the Floor of Death, and I want us to appreciate it together.”

You gulped, still full of doubt. Maybe he was right, but leaving the 52nd floor seemed unimaginable.  What would happen if you died right after that? You've never heard much about the outside. The only thing people have ever said was that it's horribly dangerous.

There's a whole another world outside the Floor of Death.

But you couldn't find any reason to stay here either. The Floor of Death became your comfort zone, more than you'd like to admit it. How cowardly it would be to never leave it!

And then, before you even noticed, a short sentence fell out of your mouth. Maybe it wasn't done fully aware of everything, and maybe just the sound of it made you slightly nervous. You didn't regret it.

“I'll go with you.”

[edensrose]

— ◟·˚ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐌 | 팀 밤 ˎˊ˗

ⵓ‧₊˚ ʚtwenty-fifth bam / jue viole graceɞ ‧₊ ༉

꒰ ꒷꒦୨khun aguero agnis୧˚₊๑

ⵓ‧₊˚ ʚrak wraithraiserɞ ‧₊ ༉

꒰ ꒷꒦୨hatz୧˚₊๑

ⵓ‧₊˚ ʚshibisuɞ ‧₊ ༉

꒰ ꒷꒦୨laure phonsekal୧˚₊๑

ⵓ‧₊˚ ʚanaak jahadɞ ‧₊ ༉

꒰ ꒷꒦୨endorsi / androssi jahad୧˚₊๑

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꒰ ꒷꒦୨david hockney୧˚₊๑

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ⵓ‧₊˚ ʚlo po bia elaineɞ ‧₊ ༉

꒰ ꒷꒦୨beta୧˚₊๑

[step-on-me-khun]

okay hi I've had a bad week and I need some indulgent Hockney content if possible... he's my comfort f/o and i see him as demiromantic and greysexual.

Could you possibly do some Hockney×Reader domestic fluff?

Ty ily 💖😭

Hello, I'm sorry if this is a little on the late side. For some strange reason I had a little trouble writing it, but I hope it turned out well.

No Warnings

Word Count: 386

Hockney liked to look at your features and wonder what it would be like to attempt to draw you. Of course, not even a pencil drawing of you would be the same as looking at the real you.

Watching you concentrate on something was one of Hockney's forms of affection. It was something you noticed, even when his eyes stayed on you. You learnt to get used to it, smiling at him once your eyes met. Warmth flooded through you at the thought of Hockney watching you this way. It was as if the things you liked meant a lot to him.

Sometimes, Hockney would often tense up a little whenever you were a little too touchy or clingy, so you settled for small, soft touches or just glances and smiles. Nothing made Hockney happier than seeing you smile. If it were in the morning, it would make his day.

Then there were times where Hockney would hug you, relishing in the feeling of having you there in front of him, having you close for a while. It was always like a spark went through him as he held you, a comfortable feeling of having you so close and safe.

Most of the time, it wasn't about intimacy. It was about the emotional connection you shared. You enjoyed watching Hockney concentrate, too, like whenever he drew or coloured his work.

"You're staring again," you softly say, placing a cup inside of the cupboard, "is something wrong or are you just admiring my concentration again?"

Hockney's peculiar eyes blinked a few times before glancing at the stuff around you. There was no reason to deny anything. You were someone who Hockney wanted to watch, not in a creepy way, in a loving and caring kind of way.

"I don't know what to say. It doesn't matter what you do. I love watching your face,"

Your eyes and smiles were nothing short of perfect. Hockney would do anything to make you smile, even if it was at small moments like this.

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[fangirl-imagines]

He Tried//Dean Keaton x Reader

A/N: I fully blame my new obsession with this movie on @super-who-dat​ for introducing me to it. So thanks Danny ;) If anyone hasn’t seen The Usual Suspects you should do yourself a favor and go watch it. Its incredible. 

Keaton was quiet, his eyes were far away, darting to the files on the table occasionally. Biting your lip between your teeth, you could see the gears turning in his head ion over time. How to play this, the best way out, how do we...he get out of this alive? You crossed your arms tightly across your chest but made your way over to him anyway. Each step was careful, like approaching an animal cornered. You stopped in front of him but he said nothing, eyes still far away, brain still raising. If it came down to it, would he kill you? You were afraid you knew the answer.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

He licked his lips but said nothing. 

"I'd go as high as a nickel."

"No less than a quarter." He shot back, still not looking at you. You huffed a laugh without any humor and sat down next to him. 

"He's been watching us for months. This Kobayashi guy or whoever he works with." 

"I know…" He paused, finally looking up at you. "You don't actually believe in that Keyser Soze bull do you?" 

He raised his brow like he was asking a child if they believed in the boogie man, which in a way was exactly what Keyser Soze was. 

"I don't know." You answered back with a small shrug. "I know there's someone out there who knows how to get to us though." 

Keaton scoffed as you held up the pictures from your file. A picture of you through your apartment window sat prominently on the top. Keaton glanced at it, his jaw clenching slightly but relaxing almost just as quickly when he looked away. He was quiet for a moment as his mind continued to race through scenario to scenario in search of one that would get him out of this alive. 

"Hey, Keaton?" You swallowed thickly to ask. He murmured back in response. 

"Did you really go straight?" 

That stopped him. He turned his head to look at you. You were worrying your bottom lip between your teeth again. 

He sighed, closing his eyes, running his hand through his hair. "I thought I was." 

You nodded. Yeah, it seemed like things really got screwed up for him huh? Across the room McManus and Fenster were starting to argue, McManus throwing his file on the ground in a huff. You shook your head, moving to get up and go break the two apart but a tight grip on your wrist stopped you.

Keaton looked at you seriously. “I tried you know. I really tried.”

He stared you down like it was important that you knew this. You put your hand over his on your wrist. “I know you did.” 

The corners of his lips drew up, he glanced down at your hand over his.“You told me once guys like me couldn’t go straight.” 

“Not for a lack of trying.”

He looked back up at you. You drew in a breath through your teeth as he leaned forward subtly. You felt yourself begin to copy his movements when-

“Na, na, fuck this man!” 

You both paused at the sound of Fenster’s voice shattering whatever had come over the two of you. You held your breath but Keaton straightened up. 

“This is bullshit man. That Kobayashi guy can’t just come in here and tell us what jobs we pull! No way, no way man.” Fenster paced the room, running his hands over his carefully styled hair. 

You sighed, shaking your head. 

“Fester would you calm down?!” You argued. “This isn’t going to help anything.”

“Yeah, well I don’t see you coming up with any ideas!” Fenster argued back. 

“Keaton,” Verbal spoke up from the corner where he’d been standing, watching the rest of you panic. You’d almost forgotten he was there. “What do you think we should do?” 

Keaton tilted his head to one side then the next, before standing decidedly. “Like Fenster said. No one tells us which jobs to pull.”

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Beaton Photographs

Mark Holborn, Annie Leibovitz

Abrams, New York 2015, 354 pages, Hardcover, 30,5 x 32 cm, ISBN  978-1419717833

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This monumental survey is the first to do justice to Cecil Beaton’s astonishing photographic career spanning six decades, from the 1920s to the 1970s. To create it, Mark Holborn thoroughly explored Beaton’s vast studio archive, revealing an artist of extraordinary energy and ambition who made definitive portraits of the leading figures of his time, including Pablo Picasso, Gertrude Stein, Greta Garbo, Audrey Hepburn, Lucian Freud, Francis Bacon, David Hockney, and Mick Jagger. Beaton immerses the reader in memorable social and cultural scenes, including the ceremony of the British royal family, the society of the 1920s, the glamour of Hollywood, the drama of World War II, the high artistic bohemia of Paris and London, and the pop royalty of the 1960s. Holborn contributes an introductory essay, and Annie Leibovitz offers an appreciation of Beaton as a portrait photographer.

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[secretgeometry]

David Hockney (British b. 1937) Portrait of an Artist (Pool with Two Figures). Acrylic on canvas, 84 x 120 inches. Source.

Hockney’s paintings of Southern California demonstrate his keen interest in depicting the light and space of that region. For our purposes, Portrait of an Artist also neatly demonstrates the “two natural effects” Albers describes in Chapter XVII, “Film and volume color.” The color change that happens where a shadow falls is what Albers refers to as film color, and the reflected blue color of the swimming pool walls, touching everything within the body of water, is volume color. I agree with those in class who argued that atmospheric perspective, seen here turning the distant foothills blue, could also be considered volume color.

The distinction Albers makes in Chapter XVII can seem muddled. The best demonstration of his volume color that I can provide is the photograph of blue-tinted water, above, with a strip of white mat board immersed in it. The white mat board appears to become gradually bluer towards the bottom of the strip, because there is more blue pigment between the bottom of the strip and my eye than there is at the top where it enters the water.

I haven’t been able to locate references to the terms “film color” and “volume color” outside of Interaction of Color, but Chapter 2 of Wilhelm von Bezold’s Theory of Color in its Relation to Art and Art-Industry lists various influencing factors that may mediate the appearance of a surface color, including reflected color, colored light, varnish, and immersion in a colored liquid--factors Albers mentions as well. We needn’t feel obligated to apply Albers’ terminology to our personal observations, or use them in our art; I think he is simply looking for ways to encourage his readers to see and experience color in all of its various forms.

[geralddeslandes]

Reading Proust by Kindle

Last week I bumped into myself near Oxford Circus. Well, not me exactly but a slightly older and much cooler version of my teenage self: strap-hanging in the rush hour with one finger tucked into the first few pages of Proust and with his thumb in the Appendix. By coincidence I have been re-reading Remembrance of Things Past in preparation for some talks that I am giving about landscape painting in the 1880s and 1890s. The experience has taken me back to the Summer of Love when I attempted to read it back to back with Joyce’s Ulysses and Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf. Having struggled my way through them, I read Island, Aldous Huxley’s utopian novel set in Polynesia that was influenced by his earlier mescaline experiments.

As a big fan of Kindle, I wanted to tell my doppelganger that he was getting it all wrong. To point out to him that Proust was all about the drift towards intangibility and the portrayal of inner worlds. That the author was the literary equivalent of Munch’s Nordic landscapes, the flower-strewn meadows of Gustav Klimt or the dematerialised veils of Monet’s lily-ponds. That to read him in book form and to use the notes was to expect the hand-holds and framing devices that you find in Cezanne’s portrayal of Mont St Victoire. That the novel was not a mountain but a swimming pool and that reading it on Kindle mimics the sense of disorientation that a swimmer experiences when he or she forgets how many laps they have done. Like the author’s madeleine cake, a misplaced finger can transport the reader from location 2017 to 1967 to 1913 or fast forward him into the alternative facts of Wikipedia. One can even review a list of the other items that customers had bought with it. But, rather depressingly, I found these turned out to be Adam Bede and The Vicar of Wakefield.

I suppose the word I’m looking for is ‘immersive’ and I was interested to see it repeated several times in the text of the V&A’s exhibition So You Say You Want a Revolution. Its celebration of the fiftieth anniversary of the Summer of Love highlights the battles for feminism, Black power and LGBT rights. It focuses on the increasing affluence of young people and compares the rival importance of LSD, the contraceptive pill and the credit card. As for ‘immersion’ - the escape from what the Symbolists of the 1890s would have called ‘the near at hand and the everyday’ - it is exemplified by the transition from the record single to the LP and the invention of the headphones. Having spotted one comparison, other analogies seemed to pop up everywhere. Not only did designers reprise the work of Mucha, Beardsley and Felicien Rops but artists such as Peter Blake, Andy Warhol and Richard Hamilton mirrored their commercial approaches by designing record sleeves. There was a widespread interest in synaesthesia and in the cross-overs between music, poetry and painting.  One can compare sixties’ radicalism to the anarchism of Signac and Pissarro; the Beatles’ preoccupation with the Maharishi to theosophy; the fascination with India  to the Japanese and Islamic influences of Art Nouveau; cross-gender fashions to fin-de-siècle gay identities.      

In both cases innovations in technology stimulated a new sense of identity and changed attitudes to consciousness. This can be found in Marshall McLuhan’s observation of the effect of ‘electrified media’ on ‘private thoughts and feelings’ or the impact of the photograph, the wireless and the telephone on artists such as Munch. When Francoise tells Proust’s mother that she has ‘X-ray eyes’ she evokes the widening of horizons in the 1890s from the perspective of a servant that has never left her village.  Again one of Proust’s themes is the ability of his country neighbour, Swann, to create a metropolitan identity as a commuter on the same suburban rail network that took Monet to Paris. As the V&A exhibition points out, the 1960s saw a similar increase in social mobility and in the adoption of different personae that was reified by car ownership and foreign travel.

Scott Moncrieff, who translated the Kindle version in 2003, calls the novel In Search of Lost Time. Ironically, perhaps, it is more often seen as a late nineteenth century retreat into aestheticism: the equivalent of Huysmans’ Au Rebours or of Odilon Redon’s androgynous painting, Figure with Closed Eyes. The fact that Proust retired to bed for three years in order to finish it and devoted so many of its pages to describe his childhood anticipation of his mother’s goodnight kiss are in marked contrast to James Joyce and Virginia Woolf who interrupt their characters’ thoughts with the urgent demands of the cities around them. The Futurists’ preoccupation with such juxtapositions has led many designers to use their images as book covers. Hence it is tempting to compare the opiate solipsism of Redon’s Figure with the amphetamine buzz of Stanley Cursiter’s Tram. A similar contrast can be drawn between the Beatles’ A Day in the Life of 1967 and the Stones’ Street Fighting Man of 1968.      

In a few weeks I am going with a Royal Academy tour to look at Matisse’s work in Provence. One of our themes will be the way in which Matisse revived the achievements of the decorative art of the 1880s.  For in masterpieces such as Luxe, Calme et Volupté he seems to take Gauguin’s subject matter, Van Gogh’s colours and Seurat’s brushwork and to lift them whole and entire from the soft belly of Post-Impressionism with all the skill of a waiter removing the bones from a fish. The title is taken from Baudelaire but the work reveals a debt to Déjeuner sur L’Herbe, Cézanne’s Bathers and to Gauguin’s lost paradise of the South Seas in which he seems to have identified himself and other Europeans as the serpent. Yet it also looks forward to the spoilt Eden of the sixties: the self-conscious pool scenes that Hockney painted in California rather than the utopian nonchalance of the swimming holes at Woodstock.    

It now seems hard to explain why I wasted the Summer of Love avoiding my A level texts by reading four fictional accounts of human consciousness. Perhaps it was because 1967 coincided with the end of my acned adolescence. My parents had died three years before and I was about to enter my second year in Coventry at boarding school.  Bad things were happening in Detroit, Biafra and along the Mekong Delta and my brother and I had taken refuge on the picnic rug in the back garden. Wasps and other small fears crawled towards us through the grass, only to be captured and interrogated beneath my microscope. Sergeant Pepper wiggled its way along the extension lead. From time to time I would get up and leave the Cézanne-like geometry of the lawn, cross the fauve ruin of my father’s vegetable garden and help myself to one of its surprisingly bitter fruits. At the time, of course, I thought they came from the Tree of Knowledge but my brother later told me they were cooking apples. Proust, no doubt, might well have been amused.            

[documenteering]

Shifting perspectives

I found the interview with Jack Schulze that I mentioned. 

Well, when I say I’ve found it, I’ve not really, but Jack pointed me to the 2009 write up that he did on his Here & There map. The interview I saw was with MIT I think, but the page that could confirm that has a broken .mov file.

Anyway, the two references that I liked were of Alfred Wainwright’s walking maps which...

...are drawn to suit their context of use, the books are intended to be used while walking. As the reader begins their walk, the map represents their location in overview plan. As the walk extends through the map, the perspective slowly shifts naturally with the unfolding landscape, until the destination is represented in a pictorial perspective view, as one would see it from their standpoint.

And the next reference is a clip of David Hockney dissecting some perspective trickery in an old painting from China, the trickery being that the painting looks perfectly acceptable, until he points out the M.C. Escher like illusions and perspective impossibilities. 

I love how, that despite knowing the illusion and having it pointed out to me, that the painting still makes sense. To a much lesser extent, like the London Underground Map, which is far from geographically accurate but through which we can clearly translate and navigate the physical world above ground. Maybe that’s pushing the similarity, but here’s the clip...

These references really resonate with me at the moment, and after years of being intrigued but by how we ‘visualise’ our spatial awareness in our heads. Thoughts that I need to bring together in a more coherent form. 

[step-on-me-khun]

Hello! I hope you're doing well. Thank you for your writings for this fandom and thank you for always doing my request 😩❤️ Could I request for a college AU scenario where Hockney asked his crush to model for his painting assignment (And the s/o just doesn't know why, out of all people, Hockney chooses her since she doesn't think she's beautiful enough for it)........but turns out the whole assignment thing is a lie, he just wants to paint his crush? ❤️ Thank you so much!

Hello again, I always love completing your requests ❤️

I've been tired a lot, so I'm sorry if this isn't my best.

SFW - No Warnings

Word Count: 406

Inspiration for drawing often came at weird times or places, whether a person, place or something completely random. You weren't like that to Hockey though, looking at your features bought him inspiration. It didn't matter if it was just a thought of you smiling or walking somewhere. Hockney wanted to capture your beauty and have it there when he wanted to see you. It might sound creepy to someone else, but Hockney more than liked you.

It wasn't that you hadn't spoken to each other the two of you had had plenty of conversations. But you were in different classes.

What if Hockney were to say that it was just an assignment and that he needed someone to be a face model? Tasks like this would happen often, so maybe it would work. God forbid you to say no.

"So, what do you think?" Hockney asks, referring to the question he had just asked. "I don't want to, I'll understand, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable about it,"

"You're nicer than most people," you say, smiling softly at Hockney, "I don't mind. When's a good time for you. There are prettier girls, but I don't mind,"

"Beautiful girls are the ones that don't think or believe they are, and you're one of them," a tint of pink slightly touches Hockney's face as his eyes remain on your face.

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It wasn't that staying still was difficult for him. It was that everything you did, Hockney's heart began to react in a way he didn't expect. The soft sound of your breath, how your eyes stared down at the floor like you were thinking, Hockney was easily distracted by you.

"Is something wrong?" You ask, realizing he had been staring for longer than usual.

"No, don't worry about it," Hockney responds, bringing his canvas up to hide his pink face.

If only you knew how desperate he was right there and then to tell you how much he adored you. Was it worth it to blurt out that all this was because of the love he had for you?

Right now? No, it would all seem weird.

Every brush stroke he made on the canvas illuminated the drawing of your face, giving light and colour to your angelic face.

It wasn't easy at first, but once Hockney got started, time passed quicker. Hopefully, the finished piece of art would make you look as beautiful as always.

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[edensrose]

White x attendant reader pt 13: The first time they saw you, Shibisu and Hockney probably thought that you look as if you came straight out of a mythology, with that flowing hanbok and those jewelry you're wearing (you're wearing your master's money from head to toe so ya). Rak called you jewelled turtle.

Jewelled turtle sounds so nice tho 😭

[scenariosbutmakeitgay]

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if something doesn’t have a link connected to it, then it’s probably in progress, and not published yet  👉👈

SCENARIOS:

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Tsuna x reader

when he cheats on you

Tower of God

Bam x reader

when you get jealous over Rachel

when you comfort him

when you risk your life for him

David Hockney

when you’re his childhood friend and he wants to climb the Tower with you

Khun Aguero Agnis x reader

when you get injured

when you get sick

when he confesses to you

when he wakes up from a coma

when you discover he’s still alive

when he makes you beg

when he acts cocky

when you say his name in your sleep

when he’s clingy

when he confronts you about being a spy

when you neglect him

Khun Eduan x reader

when he shares you with Jahad

when he realizes he’s in love with you

when you train with him and get injured

when he gets jealous

when he’s clingy

when he’s forced to choose among women, wine, and grapes

when you see his cruel side

when he’s not a player

Jahad x reader

when he shares you with Eduan 

when you’re his companion and you save his life [part 1] [part 2]

when he kidnaps you

Shibisu x reader

the little mermaid au

White x reader

when he falls in love with you

when he gets injured

when he gets jealous

when he tries to turn you on with other people in the same room

HEADCANONS:

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Hibari Kyoya:

being raised by a single mother

Superbi Squalo:

NSFW HCs

Mystic Messenger

Saeran & 707

MC acting similar to Luciel

Tower of God

Arie Hon:

relationship HCs (SFW and NSFW)

Bam:

reader walking on Endorsi trying to seduce him 

Khun Aguero Agnis:

getting his wisdom teeth removed

with a reader who loves terrible food

NSFW HCs

with a reader who usually acts like a joker, but is actually smart

with a secretive reader

having a busty girlfriend

with a very kind reader with low self-esteem

Khun Eduan:

relationship HCs (SFW and NSFW) 

with a poor reader

White:

getting jealous over 2D characters

relationship HCs (SFW and NSFW)

TOG SHIP WEEK 2020:

Day 1 -  Affection [Shibisu x Hatz]

Day 2 -  Promise [Rachel x Yura]

Day 3 -  Modern AU [Eduan x Jahad]

Day 4 - Cooking [Evankhell x Hansung]

Day 5 - Desire [White x Bam]

Day 6 - Date [Wangnan x Yihwa]

Day 7 - Dreams [Khun x Bam]

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