#i thinkkk take fire or the sun next

[pineconnie]

i really hope wifies shows up in more scripted mc content so he can steal MORE light-based symbolism… we got “no stars that touch in the sky” and “keep lighting the beacons” he’s slowly taking every form of light as he should

[bbydoll18xx]

Take It Off

‘Only bought this dress so you could take it off.’

Paige Bueckers x Reader

Based on this request

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Word Count: 1.4k

Themes: basically porn without plot

A/N: this was such a good request! I wrote this to hold everyone over until i can get the next part of The Road Not Taken done. Nothing wrong with a lil smut to fill the void. Also i wrote this very quickly so sorry if it sucks

Enjoy and tell me whatcha thinkkk

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Paige’s hands are shaking with restraint, trying to hold herself back from you.

It was a losing game.

Her fingers dance along the edge of her crop top, skimming across her tanned skin. She clenches her hands into two fists, a puff of air escaping from her lips, red and swollen from biting, and a small groan cuts through the quiet room. 

You look up from your phone, a surprised look etched into your features. You raise an eyebrow, your gaze training onto the tall blonde, who nearly shrinks from the heat of it. 

“You okay, P?” You ask, feigning innocence, eyes wide and mouth contracted into a small smirk. 

She clears her throat and rubs a hand across her jaw. “Oh, uh yeah. ‘M great,” she mumbles, trying to keep her eyes locked with yours.

You are standing right across from her now. You trail your hand up your thigh, subtly dragging the soft material of your sundress higher up your leg. The sunlight streaming into your apartment reflects off of your smooth, supple skin, creating a ripple of light.

Paige thinks she might just be looking at an angel standing right in front of her. 

You are determined to get her to make the first move, and you pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail, exposing the slender column of your neck. With your other hand, you fan yourself.

“Fuck,” you let out a breathy moan. “So hot, huh,” you whisper, and her eyes nearly pop out of her head.

“The weather, you perv,” you tease, letting your hair fall back down around your shoulders. You move closer to her, pushing against her taut, bare stomach with a gentle shove.

Paige’s eyes rake over your body as you position yourself right in her line of vision. Your eyes beckon her to reach out and grab you. 

You could already imagine it.

In fact, you had been imagining it since you met her. And while the two of you had maintained a healthy friendship, there was always an underlying tension that left you reeling. Your imagination could not take much more. 

You needed the real thing.

So, here you are now, doing everything in your power to seduce her. Hence, the short, flowy dress you had adorned this morning. It was perfectly low cut, the large scoop giving her ample access to your cleavage, and the dress hit right at the top of your thighs, swaying dangerously below the curve of your ass. 

And then finally, her restraint snaps, and she reaches out and grabs your hand, pulling you to sit on her lap. 

“Fuckin’ finally,” you whisper, a grin on your face. And you grab her by the face and kiss her.

It was everything you had been fantasizing about. Her lips move slowly against yours, tentative and gentle, licking into your mouth with the fire of a thousand suns. 

It sent sparks of want shooting down to your pussy, and you grind down onto her lap, needing any sort of friction to help the brewing neediness in your belly.

“God, you feel so good,” she mumbles, pressing kisses down your jaw and your throat. You let out a strangled groan as she sucks a mark right under your ear, and you tilt your head, wanting her to have as much access as she could possibly need. 

“So fuckin’ needy, aren’t you? My perfect girl,” she smirks against your skin, watching you fall apart in her wake. 

“All for you,” you whimper, already reaching at the bottom of your dress to throw it over your head and onto the floor, but Paige stops you.

“Let me,” she softly commands, and you stop your movements, wanting so badly to please her. 

You stand up, already missing the warmth of her lap, and she leads you into the bedroom. 

Taking you in front of the large mirror, she stands behind you, placing kisses on your neck and across your back and shoulders, and your skin erupts in goosebumps from the sheer anticipation.

“Go ahead, baby. Let me see what you’ve been hiding from me, pretty girl.”

Your breath hitches as you connect eyes with her in the mirror before pulling the dress over your head and flinging it to the floor. You’re left in just a pink thong, already soaked from your own arousal.

Your nipples are hard from the cool air and Paige’s gaze trained onto you, and she wastes no time spinning you around to face her. She pulls you in, your tits pressed flush against her chest as she connects your lips again in a searing kiss. 

“Gonna fuck this sweet pussy,” she groans, already pushing your thong down over your ass. “Get on the bed,” she orders before stripping the rest of her clothes off. 

You watch with hooded eyes as she bares herself for you, admiring her toned arms and the rippling of her muscles. 

You lean back against the pillows, legs slightly spread as the cool air hits your sopping core. It was filthy, being all spread out for your best friend. But you knew it was more than that now.

Paige comes to position herself on top of you, slotting a leg in between yours. 

It was the first contact with your pussy, and the sensation of her leg up against your heat was nearly too much. Breathy moans fall from your lips as you beg for more, not caring at all about who could be listening outside of the door. 

“Want you so bad, baby. Gonna take such good care of you, shit,” she groans as you grind down against her muscular thigh. 

Her lips connect to your nipple, biting it lightly and then soothing out the pain with light tongue strokes that have you gasping in pleasure. 

“Fuck, Paige, need you. Want your fingers, please,” you moan lustfully, the slutty words adding fuel to the fire. 

“Gonna take my fingers, yeah? Wanna hear you beg while I finger fuck this sweet pussy,” she demands, and your head spins from her words. 

She swirls a finger around your clit, and your hips fly off the bed. She chuckles at your reaction, holding them down with her other arm as she settles right at your pussy. 

“Wanna taste this sweet pussy. Bet you taste so fucking good, baby,” she whispers before diving in with a practiced tenacity. 

Moans fill the small room, and you make no effort to bring down the volume as she leaves you wriggling in pleasure underneath her. 

As her tongue flicks across your clit expertly, she begins pumping two fingers into you. Her fingertips brush against your g-spot, coaxing more whines and whimpers from your swollen lips.

Your hands find your tits, pinching and pulling at your nipples, adding to the sensitivity that was building in your body. Your breath quickens, and every nerve ending feels like it is aflame. 

Paige adds a third finger, stretching you out perfectly, mumbling to herself about how she was the only one who could ever make you feel this good. 

“Fuck, Paige, baby please,” you let out a long moan as she pounds into you, hitting just the right spot. “Gonna cum for you. Only you.” 

Your hips grind against her face, her groans vibrating through your core, adding to the growing pleasure. 

“Fuck, taste s’good. Gonna make you mine, fuck you like this every day,” she promises, her face still buried in your sopping pussy.

The band in your belly starts to tighten, and as you grow louder and louder, you reach for her free hand, clutching to her. Your other hand grips the sheet, as you attempt to ground yourself. 

You cum with Paige’s name on your lips, and you’re sure that the whole apartment complex could hear you. 

“Fuck, so good,” you cry, completely incoherent. Your legs were shaking, the aftershocks of your orgasm still ripping through your body. 

Paige scoots up to lay beside you, running her hand across your stomach and kissing you on the forehead. 

“Did so good for me, baby. So proud of you.” She states solemnly, and it was the most serious you think she had ever sounded. 

“Don’t want you like a best friend,” you confess, the blissful tingles running through every nerve in your body, making you completely fucked out.

“I think that can be arranged, baby,” she agrees, sealing it with another kiss. 

You look towards the floor where your dress was laying in a rumpled pile with a smirk. 

It was just too easy.

~

Whew so what did we think?? As always, thanks for reading

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katy

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[hana-creates]

Presentation Notes

Last year , the paintings

the prints started to focus more on the moon

my attraction / gravitation to it

the moon controls the tides and we as people are mostly made of water

looking into the moon and where it’s mentioned in literature, myhtology, religion, art, etc.. 

Satellite of love and fear: How the moon has lit up the human imagination by James Attlee

- appears in literature of great world religions - bible and quran - Ramadan and Easter are governed by lunar cycles - in Hindu mythology: the Sun, Moon, Wind, and Fire asked by Atman (the creator) where to live, they reject residing in bodies of animals but accept tenancy witting the human frame. The moon, specifically, became mind and entered the heart (moon associated with human psyche) - same theme of human psyche and the moon in Sylvia Plath’s poem “The Moon and the Yew Tree” - a long poem “The Complaint, and the Consolation; or, Night Thoughts” by Edward Young - writer believed the light of the moon provided entrance to an alternate world - list of literature continues including Shakespeare’s play A Midsummer Night’s Dream - contemporary works like The Lunar Chronicles - alludes to magic of the moon - and even in art, besides the paintings I already mentioned, off the top of my head Van Gough’s Starry Night

Greek mythology and ancient Egyptian mythology have moon Gods

Witchcraft heavily relies on the moon Witch by Lisa Lister

in my own faith: - I don’t believe the lunar calendar is a coincidence - no direct mention of its significance but from both practicing and observing Islam I do believe that it’s tied to lunar energy - eclipses have special prayers - our fasting is with the moon - other practices like this blood cleansing / detox treatment recommended on specific times with the lunar cycles  - my thesis / topic: I don’t believe the lunar calendar in Islam is a coincidence, I believe it is in fact tied with Moonlolgy / Moonology exists in Islam despite the direct mention of it

Currently reading the book Moonology by Yasmin Boland about working with the magic of Lunar Cycles

For my practice: I wanted to create prints inspired by the themes and ideas I’m exploring

so I created this witchy inspired illustrated print that directly ties with one of the examples where the moon is dominantly relied on (witchcraft)

I also played around with a marker illustration I’d done of the moon, traced a simple version, played around with printing that

played a little with more free hand printing and assembling the prints

did some mark making and played with the different phases of the moon which is something I’m diving into more and learning more about with the book Moonology and I thinkkk it may become a focus in the next steps

(show all of that)

I like the different types of print/pattern styles I’ve been working with just because I personally like a variety. I think it would be interesting to play around with mixing them and/or layering them and even assigning different purposes to each style of print whether it’s more abstract or more structured, and of course the further I go with this project the more I’ll edit and maybe take things out and whatnot

for this last week the materials were just different methods of screen printing, mark making, illustration, painting, you know, just 2D work. Justin and I also talked about exploring more methods of print making so once we’re allowed to book workshops with him I’ll be on that

I do ultimately want to create a functional commercial range that falls under a lifestyle brand, so I am expanding the processes way beyond just that In many ways I'm revisiting last year’s project but with more depth in terms of both process and underlying themes, and instead of just samples, I want to  push them into actual products tying with my professional practice module

I finally got inducted with Claire over at parkside for glazing ceramics I also bought this book as a reference to help me learn more about the clays and what I intend to do with them since I’d like to create a ceramic tableware collection with the surface pattern design obviously being drawn from the moon I got the name of Claire’s clay suppliers so I can contact them and order a good amount of clay to play around with

the witchy illustration was created with the little starry dots so that it has the potential to serve two purposes 1) I’ve honestly always intended this to be a bookmark and then 2) I thought they’d be a nice transition if I wanted to play around with duplicating it into a proper, large pattern that could be printed onto fabric that would be mass produced for whatever, possibly something furniture related

I’d also designed a silver jewelry collection inspired by the moon, however Gay and Alex said that I probably won’t be able to do such intricate work with metal here and would have to go to the school of jewelry for that. considering I already have to keep jumping between here and Parkside idk how practical that would be so I may not pursue this idea for this project and do it at a later time on my own

I also asked Gay about mold making to make the ceramics mass production easier, but I’ll also need to go to Claire for that considering molds for clay required different criteria that Gay isn’t familiar with

final process and place I’ll be is textiles and my triage with Taryn is tomorrow so I figured I’d attend that before I bought any more fabric

so I think I’ll be focusing on little home accessories for the commercial range and I do want to create art prints that could stand alone just as art on their own

I just want to explore all the moon has to offer because I do believe in its significance and underrated importance and role and I want to draw everything out of it whether its visual appeal and aesthetic to the less obvious or less spoken of beauty of it in terms of energy and other elements

books from the library: documents of contemporary art -  art & design documents of contemporary art - abstraction Design Art by Alex Coles

Will be looking into: James Attlee’s book The Quran, more deeply