So this is this is the lovely gal that is claiming to have drawn my Medusa (which is my most stolen design, I drew it custom for my friend Wade and tattooed it on him 2 years ago when I first came to ADTC and have unfortunately seen it tattooed many times since)
I messaged her and tried to handle it internally, but instead of responding to me she apparently posted a video calling me an unoriginal plagiarist cunt.
Like I would go out of my way to throw a fit if I wasn’t the original artist, I still have that sketch, I even still have the pencil in the original photo, and anyone who is familiar with my work recognizes one of my lady heads right off the bat, I’m not outraged because I’m right - you can’t argue with the person who actually drew it. I feel like a fucking paladin right now with a bubble of righteous glowing might because I am right.There’s no gray area here.
I’m too tired of this shit constantly happening to really wage war anymore, but I’ll happily put her on front street so any other artists can watch out (apparently she takes tattoo design commissions based off of a portfolio of stolen work.)
“And that is the full report Knight
Kenobi?” The Korun master eyed him over his folded hands, brows
raised high as everyone stared at the young knight and padawan.
“Yes Masters.” Obi-Wan nodded.
“Thanks to Darth Maul I was able to survive with minor injuries, he
was also the reason I arrived at Coruscant in a timely manner.” He
shifted a bit and looked down at Anakin before looking back. “As
I’ve earlier reported, he has had a tendency of…following me
His former master gave a low noise from
his council seat beside Plo before growing quiet again, his hands
clenched on the arms of his chair. His face was serene but Obi-Wan
had spent over a decade in the mans company and could see the
discomfort and concern in the others eyes.
“Yes, your reports have been…full
of the Sith.” Mace leaned back. “This is concerning as you
already know. Do you know why he’s following you?” There was an
unsaid ‘without killing you’ in that sentence.
Obi-Wan sighed. “He said that was for
him to know and me to find out.”
Anakin gave a little mutter.
“What was that Padawan Skywalker?”
The blond looked up quickly then
grimaced at the raised brow of Windu. “I said he’s a creep. He
keeps looking at Master like he’s a piece of meat he’d love to
eat.” He huffed. Obi-Wan colored sharply to his ears and shifted a
bit as attention returned to him.
“Knight Kenobi, I have to ask, why
haven’t you dealt with this Sith?” Qui-Gon leaned forward a bit
and Obi-Wan could have flinched at the question.
He should have, ages ago, he should
have sliced the son of a bitch in half but for some reason found
himself unable and stared at his former master without answer,
opening and closing his mouth.
“You don’t know do you.” Depa
stated quietly as they all observed the young knight who stood at a
loss in front of them.
“I might.” Eeth Koth murmured,
staring at Obi-Wan. “But if I’m right, then Force preserve us.”
Oh now Obi-Wan felt even more nervous,
his stomach squirming and tying itself in knots and loops.
“Knight Kenobi, these questions may
seem…odd but please answer them honestly.” The Zabrak master
murmured, watching him with a small frown.
“Of course Master Koth.”
“Does his voice provoke
a…attraction to Maul?”
Oh Force it was going to be one of
those conversations. Why did it have to be in front of his Master and
“A mating bond?” He feels so lost.
“That is my suspicion. Everything
you’ve said so far and Darth Maul has done seems to confirm it.”
Koth leans back in his chair and looks to Yoda, Mace and Qui-Gon.
“And if so, Knight Kenobi will eventually be compelled by the Force
to complete it. The fact that its not already consummated-” Obi-Wan
turned bright red. “Is a wonder as mating bonds are rather
compelling things. And revered among Zabraks. Maul must be holding
himself in the reins not to claim Knight Kenobi and Knight Kenobi…”
He turned his eyes back on Obi-Wan. “Must have unknown will
strength. Its not an easy thing to resist.”
“I have good grounds to reject him.”
Obi-Wan couldn’t help a brief glance in Qui-Gon’s direction.
“Yes, that is one of the main reasons
for resisting him I think. But he didn’t kill Qui-Gon. He injured
him, maimed him permanently but didn’t kill him though I suspect
that was his orders.” Koth watched him.
Obi-Wan felt off balanced.
“Then what do I do?” He looked
around, feeling even more lost and when Anakin took his hand, he held
tightly onto the small appendage, wondering if he looked as lost as
“The Force will compel them to
complete the bond, yes?” Qui-Gon spoke up quietly.
“Yes. There will be no fighting it
off forever. Not unless one of them dies.” The Zabrak master
confirmed for them.
“What would the mating bond entail?”
Depa leaned forward, frowning a bit in worry. “For Knight Kenobi?
Its clear that it effects him in some manner but how?”
The young knight looked quickly at
“You have to remember that I’m a
Iridonian Zabrak master Billaba. Maul I believe is a Dathomirian
Zabrak. Their practices would be different.”
“Please Master, I…I’ll accept any
answers right now.” Obi-Wan felt Anakin squeeze his hand, his
padawans worry creeping along their bond while the blond pressed to
his side. Was it affecting his behavior, would it change his mind,
what would this damn mating bond do to him?
“If it follows traditional mating
bonds as I know them, you will be incapable of physically harming
him, seek protection by his side and always have a desire to remain
close even after completing the mating bond.”
Frowning a bit, Obi-Wan licked his lips
nervously. “Would his will usurp mine?”
Koth hesitated. “Traditionally
speaking it shouldn’t. But you may have a harder time to override
“Then what in Force name should I
do?” Obi-Wan struggled to remain calm.
“As I see it, we have two options
presented.” Shaak Ti looked about the room. “We allow the mating
bond to happen or we kill Darth Maul.”
Something in Obi-Wan was sent cantering
and he couldn’t quite muffle the noise that escaped him, gaining
attention once again.
“Which seems ill-advised as it would
clearly affect Knight Kenobi.” She continued. “That leaves me to
this thought…we allow the bond and monitor Maul, we gain his
co-operation and trace his Master.”
“You mean we abuse Obi-Wan and the
mating bond.” Qui-Gon lips thinned in disapproval.
“There is nothing we can do to stop
the bond. We can however limit the damage of it with Master Ti’s
proposal.” Piell argued.
“By setting one of our knights mental
and physical health on the line?” Plo questioned.
“Perhaps.” Mace spoke up clearly to
quiet the others. “We should ask Knight Kenobi himself what he
wants to do as this is his life we are speaking about.”
The council could order him to put his
life on the line, they could order him into the field and die
protecting politicians and nobility of a thousand different planets.
But they could not order him to monitor his mate.
“…I won’t be able to resist the
bond forever will I?” Obi-Wan looked at Master Koth, who shook his
head. “The Force will make me eventually…complete it.” He
looked down at his feet then at Qui-Gon, discomfort and worry itching
its way through him.
Qui-Gon however just gave him a
worried, sympahtic look. Not accusatory, not blaming Obi-Wan for any
He looked back down. “…Alright.
I’ll see if I can’t get his co-operation in exchange for me.”
Req: Could I request a bts x reader smut? I don’t really care about anything else or the details. Just get creative, rough, and super smutty hahaha. Please. Thank you. *p.s I frickin love your account*
This is an open member request so you can read it with any member in mind or multiple because who know’s the more the merrier they say Happy reading and much love~
Bars of sunlight illuminate your skin. Going from dark, to light. Repetitive, familiar. Dark. Light. Sitting in the kitchen of the seven most interesting boys you have ever known- ever touched- hot skin beautiful to the eye. Such an endeavor it is to please seven of the most talented boys, the hardest challenge you’ve ever been tasked with. Such a night it was, that night Namjoon stumbled into that room in the back of the bar, eyes glazed over and words slurring. Such a month it has been, after he had come in every night after, bringing his friends to pleasure you, to pleasure himself as he watched you with those friends.
You’d never have fallen in love with the feeling of falling, not if you hadn’t met him. But you had, on that drunk, messy night, you were with them. So encaptured and enthralled and intrigued with all of their different styles and tastes and sizes. Their voices were caught in your ears, going over and over in your mind, they were all just this song to play on repeat.
A car zooms past your open window, light casting shadows along the walls of Bangtan’s dorm. Light. Dark. You’re just waiting for him at this point, bare legs dangling off a counter barstool and filmy black lace falling against the skin of your thighs.
You made sure to pick out his favorite, Master always went so hard when he saw you in that little black negligee. You like when he goes hard.
The keys sound in the doorknob, ears perking up as you watch it turn and then open, revealing just the boy you wanted to see. “I know it’s been longer than thirty minutes. Sorry I got back so late.” Your master drops down his bag, fans his sweaty chest with his tee shirt and smiles widely when he catches look of you.
“Already anxious to begin I see?” He quirks a brow, a unique expression on his face.
“I got very, very wet, sitting here, waiting for my master,” you say in way of response, your fingers playing with the edge of your lingerie. His eyes slide to the counter behind you, shaking his head at the empty glass and half full bottle of Vodka behind you.
“Baby girl, you’re so impatient,” Master says in a humorous tone. Master clucks his tongue and stalks in front of you, his whole expression shifts, the corners of his eyes spreading wrinkles across his cheeks, slamming his hands down on either side of you. “You. Room. Strip. Now,” he commands, breath hot and smooth to your senses, you nod, not wasting a moment to pause.
With nothing underneath your slip, it’s so easy for him to use his imagination. He watches you sway down the hall, ass hanging out from beneath the lace trim, the flimsy strap halfway down your shoulder, exposing the perfectly round swell of your breasts. He’s already licking his lips in anticipation of what’s to come, following you into the room and shutting the door firmly behind you.
“I don’t want you to tell anyone you were here.” Master backs you up into the bed until you fall backward, feeling his soft hands slide along your bare skin until you are on your knees for him. “Got it?”
“Yes, Master,” You nod, swallowing thickly with excitement.
“Good, baby, good. Now I want you to count with me, okay?”
Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip you draw blood from the supple flesh as Master slides into you in one long, hard roll, barely even getting out of his pants before he’s eagerly planting himself in you. His long cock fills every single pore and raises every single hair along your body, nipples peaking and clit throbbing with the want for stimulation.
Your eyes blur out of focus as the whip comes down on you hard and fast. “One.” You follow the demand of your master, gritting your teeth and grabbing hold of the bed frame for support. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol, the high, or your master that is making you see stars, but nobody has ever treated you as well as he has.
No one has ever cared about you like any of them have.
“Are you sensitive here?” His glossy voice penetrates your thoughts, face coming back to you in blurry fragments around the euphoria. Bright hair. Dark eyes. Pale skin. A hanging question that is stagnant in the air.
Is this how sex is supposed to feel?
His fingers enslave you, guiding themselves up the back of your arm slowly, large cock filling you up so nicely as he plays with the tingling flesh of your shoulder. “How about here?” His finger presses into the hollow of your shoulder, a teasing intonation bringing a challenge to your lips.
“If I say yes, will you keep moving?” You wonder aloud, muffling your words into the satin of his pillow case, smelling of musk and lust and beautiful domination. The next whipping he delivers bows your back, knuckles white around the rods of his headboard and cum dripping down the quivering expanse of your thighs.
“Probably not,” he responds, “your master is feeling very… playful.”
A half whine, half moan frees itself from your closed throat, wiggling your ass in the air just as the whip connects with your right cheek. “Three,” You seethe, teeth grinding down on one another. A thumb gently soothes across the sore area, pinching it with pained affection.
“I think I’ll pay you extra for being so obedient,” Your master muses, burying his hot, throbbing cock deeper into your tight pussy as he folds himself over you, kissing at the nape of your neck and sucking on the skin roughly. You hum in appreciation at his generosity, moving your hair to the side and givng him more skin to ravish. “Yes,” he covers more of your damp skin with small kitten-like licks, “definitely, extra.”
“Is anyone here?” A deep voice calls from beyond the hall, footsteps padding closer against the sticky hardwood, “Hello?"
Your master’s voice is hot and persistent in your ear, proposing something that has your hole clenching around his deliciously large length, "wanna invite him in baby?” No hesitating. No pausing. Just pleasure. Less than a second passes, you nod fervently, sliding your hands down the bedpost so you can get a higher vantage point.
“We’re in here, hyung.” Your master calls loud enough for the… well, lucky intruder to hear. Master lovingly traces circles down the blushing skin of your back with a smile.
“We? Who’s with yo-” The door knob turns, dark hair coming into view as pink lips fall open to observe the unfolding scene.
“Daddy!” You wiggle happily in your spot, the action only pushing you backward onto your master.
“Kitten…?” Daddy looks at you with a darkening gaze, eyes traveling from your face, to your perky breasts, down the line of your spine and then to the erect cock buried deep between your thighs.
“I thought I told you to tell me when you were here..?” His tone is disapproving, hanging your head low while your master answers for you with nonchalance.
“I wanted it to be a secret. Thought you were going to be gone all day.”
“Well. I’m not,” Daddy closes the door behind him and casually slides into the room, “I decided to come back early."
"I see that,” Master gleans, eyeing the other man suspiciously, but with amusement, “are you just gonna watch?"
"Got nothing better to do,” Daddy shrugs, spreading his legs and leaning back, “besides, I love watching kitten cum."
Master scoffs, "She’s not kitten to me. Save those ridiculous pet names for your own bedroom.”
Daddy chuckles, unbuttoning his pants and winking at you before Master steals your attention back with a harsh lash to your leg, the cord bruising your inner thigh with a delicious burn.
You release a guttural sound from the back of your throat, still sore from the thick shaft that occupied the space last night, Jungkook always took so long to call, but when he did, it was always a long night and a sore morning.
“Why aren’t you counting, baby girl?” His voice is stern with demand, snaking the whip down your back threateningly.
“Five,” You whine in apology, stomach curling with need. You can feel your master in every nerve, the watching eyes of your daddy making the pain more pleasurable, getting you wetter and more ready to comply with whatever they wished of you.
Daddy lets out a small groan, but Master’s rough yank on your hair warns you against sneaking a peek. You are forced to listen to the sound of Daddy pumping his hand along his long cock without getting to look, salivating in the torture.
“If he’s going to distract you, he’s gonna have to leave,” Master warns, whip hitting you square in the spine as your back arches towards the mattress.
“No, Master, it- it’s okay,” Your breathing is ragged and fragmented, “six.”
“Are you sensitive here then?” He continues the search, fingers padding behind your ear.
“No,” Daddy laughs, “have you really not found it yet?”
Master’s cock pulls out of your tight hole so he can turn to Daddy, gasping at the long lost friction. “I’m having fun trying to,” he bristles, “if you’re not going to be quiet why don’t you just leave?”
“Or why don’t I join you?”
Master falls quiet, seeming to contemplate the idea as you get up from your weak position to look at them. Daddy is standing before his chair, pants completely gone and long pink cock arched above his stomach. While Master is strong and silent, chest rigid with defined muscle and hands clenching around the handle of the whip.
“Do as you wish,” is all Master responds with, eyes lingering on Daddy’s glistening length for a moment, licking his lips.
“Here,” Daddy smirks with victory, making quick riddance of his shirt to the floor and coming to stand by your side, raising one poignant brow at Master, “you gotta push and,” he wraps a hand at the base of your throat, eyes widening as he lets Master in on his secrets, “apply a little pressure.”
Your breathing is constricted by a fraction, tightening your core around Master’s pulsing length. “Did you feel her?” Daddy asks, looking to Master in question while wrapping a hand around his own throbbing heat, “fucking beautiful, isn’t she?”
Master must nod, because Daddy releases your neck and gestures for Master to try on his own, moaning once his thick fingers wrap themselves around your windpipe. “I should’ve known you liked it like this, baby girl. I’m so silly,” he almost chastises himself, getting a hum from Daddy.
Daddy disappears from your peripheral, breathing deep and uneven as he speaks, “flip over, Kitten.”
You wisely wait for Master to advise you in doing so, surprised to find one hand curl around your body and another separating your thighs to turn on Master’s cock, getting the absolutely splendid view of the two, undeniably sexy and unarguably horny men in front of you.
Daddy’s head peeks out from over one of Master’s shoulders, wrapping his strong arms around the younger ones bare midriff and smiling down at me, no shame or shyness in his usually quiet gaze. Your lips part as you watch in fascination, the two boys seeming to be as thick as thieves.
“Don’t look so surprised, baby girl,” Master wiggles himself inside of you, “what do you think the rest of us do when you’re busy with another member?”
summary- a beautiful boy with a dark secret is the key to your pure heart. psychic!jimin
a/n- idk what i wrote but i like it. i hope this is okay anon. also, think 1700s, with a bit of essence from the Salem Witch Trials (not based on though). i also referencedthisfor help. (tenebris occultis is latin for dark secret)
Jimin was the most handsome man you knew. With his dark brown locks that were almost always messy upon his head and his lean and strong physique made him a sight for sore eyes. He carried himself with a sense of regality, even though he wasn’t self-absorbed in the slightest. He simply had purpose.
You had fallen for Jimin the moment he arrived in your village. All it took was one of his beautiful smiles and a tip of his hat to draw you in forever. Luckily for you, Jimin was equally as entrapped as you were. He always tells you that the glittering sparkle in your eyes the day he saw you was what caught and kept him. You usually scoff at this, believing that your dull irises were nothing special.
Three different border guards asked me variations on that question, and while they ultimately let me pass, it was obvious they didn’t understand. Why is NASA interested in a lake in Canada? And what business is it of mine?
As exotic environments go, Pavilion Lake in British Columbia is rather ordinary. Certainly it’s remote – the closest major city is Vancouver, a long drive away over the mountains. The closest towns are light dustings of houses over the dry slopes, and the road winds for dozens of kilometres of empty desert country between them. The lake itself lies along a paved highway, and from the road it doesn’t look different to any other modestly sized mountain lake in western North America.
But below the surface, the bottom of Pavilion Lake is dotted with something resembling coral reefs: domes and cones and weird shapes much like artichokes. These are not corals, though, which are colonies of tiny animals: they are rock formations called microbialites, made by and coated in cyanobacteria. Sometimes misleadingly referred to as ‘blue-green algae’, these bacteria probably even made the rocks they live on, absorbing nutrients from the water and leaving stone behind. Like plants, they live on sunlight, and they thrive in shallow waters down the steep underwater slope to the point where sunlight fades to gloom.
A class pretty please? Preferably something industrial fantasy-related.
You have been assigned the class of:
The three sections of your skill tree are:
Enjoy your new life of DEMONSTRATING THE FEARSOME FORCE OF BULLET HELL
Bonus: Sourcebook below the cut!
Magic and technology are seen as two diametrically opposed sources of power for the ambitious to seize; there’s an unspoken rule that pursuit of the one excludes an individual from mastering the other. Even tradition-desecrating Warlocks tend to stick to their side of the axis, if only because the knowledge they seek is the kind often lost in antiquity.
Someone’s got to push the boundaries of the craft. If the townfolks’ uneasy rumors spell a district where the smell of brimstone lingers, where bullet holes in walls aren’t quite haphazard, don’t go in unprepared.
This is no ordinary Warlock. It’s a warlock….. with a gun.
Pro tip; just because you cannot/are too lazy/didn't think to find an original artist doesn't mean you don't have to credit them
I oft find myself in this talk (and am right now) with other other tattooers and artists who say “it was from google, if I’d known it was yours I would have tagged you.” yet, they make no mention of not being the original artist or even that they used something as reference or inspiration for the artwork. In that silence they assume full credit for the design work - which is in itself a lie.
If you can’t manage a simple reverse image search on google and you can’t even mention that you didn’t think of the artwork you’re inevitably going to get called the fuck out at some point. And you’ve got to take those lumps, They’re yours, you earned them.
It’s as simple as a mention of inspiration, a very slim gesture of respect towards your fellow artists in the community - it doesn’t take much effort at all. Stop making sharing art online suck ass.
Above: Hakuin Ekaku, 1685-1768, Two Blind Men on a Bridge. Ink on paper, 11 x 33 in. Man’yo-an Collection, Japan Society, NY
Both the health of our bodies and the fleeting world outside us are like the blind men’s round log bridge – a mind/heart that can cross over is the best guide
From Wiki: “Hakuin Ekaku (白隠 慧鶴, January 19, 1686 - January 18, 1768) was one of the most influential figures in Japanese Zen Buddhism. He revived the Rinzai school from a moribund period of stagnation, refocusing it on its traditionally rigorous training methods integrating meditation and koan practice. Hakuin’s influence was such that all Rinzai Zen masters today trace their lineage through him (and thus through the Ōtōkan lineage), and all modern practitioners of Rinzai Zen use practices directly derived from his teachings.”
Artemis: I’ve posted Three Blind Men Struggling to Cross a Log Bridge (HERE) but wanted this version with the next post.
(And a big huge thank you to everyone who’s followed me or liked and reblogged chapter one because it was so amazing for that to happen)
Five Months Later
“What do you mean you’re going on holidays?” Emma’s eyes were wide as Granny stood at the door, bag over her shoulder with Ruby smiling apologetically behind her. It was beautiful at this time of year – not that Emma had ever been much further than the northern edge of town. “I can’t man this place on my own I’m –”
“Eighteen as of last week with a very dangerous left hook,” Granny answered. “You can take care of yourself, Emma. We wouldn’t be leaving if we thought you couldn’t. Besides, it’s only a week and no one’s here this time of year anyway.” She leant forward and gave the young woman a hug, seizing her tightly in her arms. “You’ll be fine. Don’t let it any unsavoury figures and I’ve told Graham to drop by on Wednesday, so if anything breaks down-”
“I’ll let him know,” Emma said with a final resigned sigh. “Fine. Go. Leave me. Have fun.”
“We will,” Ruby called with a wave.
And as they started off down the road, Emma turned and took a look at the empty tavern, putting her hands on her hips as she surveyed the scene apprehensively.
“You and I are going to have some good times this week, buddy,” she said to the tavern.