#Dox Thrash
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Dox Thrash (American, 1893 - 1965), Untitled (Strike), ca. 1940, watercolor, 17⅛ in. × 12 in. (43.5 × 30.5 cm), Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, Philadelphia.
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HOW HATERS ARE BORN (HHAB)
♡ chapter sixteen — doxxing is okay sometimes 💋
The entire drive back to your house, Scaramouche wondered why he was always put into compromising situations. It wasn't the late hour, or the otherwise deserted roads other than the usual few vehicles being dime a dozen.
No...it was that he was chauffeuring the only person he didn't want to be within a ten foot pole radius from. Softly, your laughter was still emitting from your lips as your head lolled back and forth.
His eyebrows knitted together in frustration, grip tightening on the steering wheel. He was annoyed, but knowing this was the quietest that he'll ever see you was more comforting than not being perceived.
Texts from his phone illuminating a section under his arm as his eyes kept flicking back and forth, he knew it was Ei bothering him again. Her poking and prodding the gnawing that he always felt being around her.
Pulling into your driveway, he brought his car in enough to quickly get you out. Tohma quickly headed into eye view to hurry towards the other side of the door. "Thank you so much. I don't know what I'd do if they weren't able to get home."
He sighed in response, turning off the engine. "Is that all?"
"Yeah...(Y/N)?" Tohma paused, his gaze lingered on you. "They're completely out."
"Keen observation." Scaramouche sarcastically quipped.
Tohma looked at the other before hesitantly rounding you up, careful not to jostle you as he helped your limp body out of the car. Your body soon enough became less languid, eyes slowly opening.
You mumbled something unintelligible in response, your words slurred. "Scaramouche," You made out, blinking blearily before you felt a certain rage overcome your body again. "Where is he?!"
Your steps were unsteady as you leaned against Tohma for leverage, but you were also thrashing to turn and find the person you were screaming at through Twitter earlier.
"(Y/N)...take it easy-!" His words were drowned out by your fervent rage, your gaze was wild as you scanned the surroundings, only to see the very person you were talking about.
"YOU." Your voice rose to a shout, staggering towards him. "Had some nerve coming to my house!" You shouted, tears welling in your eyes as your vision went in and out, "My friends hate me because of you! I will fucking see to it that you are destroyed by my very hands!" You screamed, causing Tohma to panic.
"I'm really sorry! Thank you...again-! (Y/N), please stop." Tohma struggled out. He felt like he was on the verge of a brain aneurysm any second now.
He lunged towards you to hold you back from attacking Scaramouche, but as soon as you did that, you were about to speak again. And then you regurgitated, your body convulsed until you were retching violently, doubling over.
"Oh my god," Tohma mouthed silently, his body frozen.
It was a sight to behold - Scaramouche's dark clothes were colored in a murky brown shade of vomit. But instead of what Tohma thought he was going to do, it was the complete opposite. He didn't recoil in horror, he didn't scream or curse, he simply just stood there, expression unreadable.
He was probably so pissed off that he forgot that he was initially having a horrible day.
"Okay! Okay!!" Tohma said in between two deep breaths, holding you in between his arms even tighter despite your struggling. "Scaramouche. Please let me help you clean up before you leave."
“No.” He replied with a sudden urgency that seethed through his teeth, flicking some of the chunks of sick off of his fingers. “Absolutely not. I’m going home.”
“I’m saying this with all due respect despite everything you’ve done. You can’t go home looking like that, I won’t let you.”
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YOU ARE on your way to being one of the hottest streamer in your nation at the moment, racking a monthly average of 10 million viewers, but something specific bothers you about it. you know that a lot of people hate you, but there's this one account. one account that's been following you since the early days of your career. they leave a flood of rude comments in your stream, your moderators banned each account they made, but they keep making more. you are at the end of your tether. but you are yet to find out that this persistent cockroach is none other than your friend's friend (and the only other streamer that's bigger than you), scaramouche.
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our cat broke his hip on christmas
hi, your local guy-with-a-blog is here to dox himself so his cat can walk again!
i made posts earlier as this was happening, but now that i've heard back from enough vets to get an idea of how steep this is going to be, i can't not ask for help.
its cheesy to say, but my cats are my everything. mordred, especially, spends his days basically glued to my side. he's my little shadow, and i don't know where i'd be without him.
when he woke me up to feed him at 6am on christmas morning, he was completely fine. i went back to sleep after, and when i woke up for real at 8, he was limp on the ground. when we went to move him, he howled and thrashed like we were torturing him. he ran, and we saw he wasn't using his right back leg.
many tears and an anxiety riddled 4 hour wait for our emergency vet appointment later, we were told he had a right capital physeal fracture, which basically means he snapped the ball bit of the ball joint in his hip. the vet said the best option for him is a femoral head and neck ostectomy (FHO), which'll take the broke bit of his bone out and the scar tissue will sort of just grow in the right way to replace his missing joint (cats are so weird)
its the cheapest option, and its the one with the best success rate, which is super lucky. unfortunately, its still expensive as fuck.
weve been quoted anywhere between 3.5k and 8k by vets i've contacted so far, and most need at least half as a downpayment before they'll operate. it'd take us years to cover the full cost by ourselves. so we've got to break out the big guns - a full gofundme, which will be shared with basically everyone we know, and hopefully far past that as well. carecredit can only cover so much for us, and our immediate family can't afford to lend us much. the internet is our only hope for meeting the full cost and getting mordred better
mordred's the light of my life and i can't stand to see him in pain like this. anything helps. if youre not in a financial state where you can donate, spreading the word is just as important and just as deeply appreciated.
thank you so much for getting this far.
our gofundme is here
#ive never really been so desperate for an assistance post to take off before i dont know what to tag this as#but its breaking my heart to look at him and know im so far from being able to fix him#rbs appreciated#anything appreciated even just kind words to make me feel a little less helpless#i hate living in a HCOL area i keep seeing vets in the south wholl do it for under 2k and it makes me want to cry#if i didnt think the trip would be immensely painful for him id just do it like that
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Nicki's getting stupid with this one guys
It was SO fun when she was beefing with Miley, Kim, Remy, and Cardi. But that's becuz the odds were in her favor!
Miley has always been tissue paper soft and that was a moment in time when she was licking up the crumbs of black culture, so it was completely deserved and socially rewarding to see a black woman put her in her place which made everyone FINALLY understand that she was a HUGE crybaby loser.
Kim was giving bitter (BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF! I don't blame her, I woulda been bitter too but let's bffr) and at that time she was giving the girls dust AND her diss track was wack so the audience had no choice but to call the victory for Nicki.
Remy is self explanatory. She was in WAY over her head. And it honestly got to a point where it was giving groupie "I'm gonna break into your house and lick your hairbrushes" vibes.
And Cardi was too Too TOO messy to have come outta that one victorious. Everyone thinks she's a dumb hoe and compared to everyone thinking Nicki is a crazy hoe crazy beats dumb every time. Cardi was also counted out becuz ppl find her to be obnoxious (even though that's so fun tbh). But pairing that with her mediocre clap back AND that nasty knot on her forehead. She was set up to fail! Poor thing :(
But Megan Thee Stallion Merkle!? The ppls queen? The fan favorite? The one who's on TV every week, hanging out and networking in different circles, and is always giving the girls realness and fun and sex appeal and fun and lyrics and did I mention fun!? Really Nicki??
I think becuz she had too many Ws she thought she could secure another one easy, but that was not the case this time, not with someone so big and relevant like Meg. Like?? Honestly?? How dare you give us "fragment foot, fragment foot, you're so tall and your feet are big"!?
Disgustingly poor quality!!
And becuz Megan has her shot up foot on Nicki's throat it's making her thrash around like a rat in a trap trying to attack anyone who gets too close. She's now turned to beefing with nobody's on tiktok and "threatening" ppl with interviews! That's not a scare tactic! You're SUPPOSE to do interviews! Nobody is gonna be quaking from that!
And now Nicki got these poor sweet stupid Barbz EMBARRASSED! Feeling like they got to choose between witness protection or doxxing girlies! Even billionaire Rihanna and business woman Beyoncé are getting dragged into this! Seriously?? Plz stop the madness!!!
I truly pray to GOD that Nicki received a very late invitation to the illuminati and that this is all just a part of her humiliation ritual becuz this is getting sick and sad
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MY ANON HELPS ME SLIP IN ONCE AGAIN!
TO THRASH —
YOU have been CORDIALLY INVITED to the VIC IS DEAD BASH! I am writing with YOUR TYPING QUIRK so YOU can fully understand that YOU can only come on ONE CONDITION: DO NOT POWERBOMB YOUR BEST FRIEND MARNY THROUGH A TABLE. Save that energy for the BEAST PINATA.
See you there BESTIE,
MARNY (💰🍸)
LAST AND CERTAINLY NOT LEAST …..
VIOLITE —
32.6461630, 130.5808300
I am doxxing myself in advance, free of charge, so you'll know exactly where to be for our totally not morally reprehensible “Victoria Gonzap Is Dead Party!” —
Put your callout post down, we'll have plenty of little corners for you to hide and be goth in! Also, I invited your bestie, Thrashew, so by the Team Curiosity Rules and Regulations, you are required to come.
Them's the bricks, sweet cheeks!
— Your “Purring Kitten” Marny (wink!) (💰🍸)
I would honestly invite all of you but the other members probably turn in to bed at 4pm and also include Ryan so I won’t — but these two have to come because I… said so?
Yeah, because I said so!
marnette anaïs mador you overripe sitrus berry lookin ass I am going to reorganize your vertebrae with two soup ladles and a whisk /srs
what the fuck is wrong with you. genuinely, what the fuck is wrong with you. in one week you have managed to abandon your pokemon, start a cult, cause a cave-in at Mt. Chimney, become an accessory to murder, and trigger several people by celebrating someone's murder and rubbing your lack of kindness in their faces. you make me physically sick like I am actually getting nauseous reading your posts I hate you I hate you why would you use that private name in public on my work account I hate youhuuu
she could have been spared she had people who cared for her she had pokemon who cared for her I don't care what she did to your leg it wasn't worth MURDERING. HER.
it's a good thing Thrash has the sense not to go. why would we go to your shitty party for shittier people when we have a book fair to set up in two days. I hope your party is as sad and miserable and lonely as the rest of your life has been.
—Prof. Violite Schist (it/they/fae)
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FUCK YEAAAHHHHHH VICTORIA IS DEAD PARTY LET'S DO THIS!!!
HO-OH'S FEATHERS YOU have no idea how PUMPED I am for this. THAT CUNT has given me so many PROBLEMS. I'm still trying to CAPTURE all of the FUCKED UP CASTFORM she made. They keep showing up around THE WEATHER INSTITUTE and hurting TRAINERS and STAFF. This shit is worse than the AQUA/MAGMA invasions.
Disregard VIOLITE'S message. I don't know why it's so MOODY over this. I call first swing on the BEAST PIÑATA, LOSERS.
Also YOU mentioned nothing about suplexing you through a table so no take backs on that
—ADMIN THRASH
#team curiosity answers#admin thrash#professor schist#pkmn irl#pokeblog rp#pokeblogging#the rayconing#high stakes pokereality#ultra stakes pokereality#the vic is dead party event
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You seem very angry. All the time. Just an observation.
It tends to happen when I'm surrounded by stupid people begging for attention. Adults have limits of the tolerance they hold for other people's children, especially when they're other people's children, age 48.
By the way, don't flatter yourselves. The only time I've been angry was when 2po doxxed crotchy while his friends threatened to cut up hellers. And I still have a blade in my pocket waiting for the day he crosses my path on that one, and luckily, he doesn't even know what I look like anymore.
But that casual and very real threat aside over you attacking people I care about, you may notice, you're the angry ones. You're the ones gnashing your teeth past my inboxes, thrashing around throwing fits you can't get in the server everyone's posting memes on.
Boredom. What you're confusing is boredom. You used to be funny, but you're not smart enough to even react when you've been knocked out so it's literally just boredom at this point. You confuse my refusal to give a shit about your snowflake feelings and manipulative civility culture to speak in meek words that make you feel like you aren't useless.
I'm autistic. I borderline can't lie. I hate liars. So take the truth: you're useless.
That's not anger. That's just blunt honesty.
The angry people are the furious little gremlins that are beating off a paywall to a party they're not invited to, frothing at the mouth that they're unable to disrupt us having a good time, and unable to spread lies and nonsense to people that know truths you simply neither want nor are trusted enough to have. It absolutely drives you batshit that you can tell we know things and have things that make you unable to scream us away even when you send the whole fandom at us, like you did about the pilot script.
T'won't change anything. No matter how many furious anons you show up to type and project your anger at me, you're still useless and you still lost.
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Art is a weapon in the struggle of ideas
Internet Theatre • Dox Thrash • Redlining • Judicial Nominee
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Starlight- Vessel of the Flame Maddox x Reader drabble
CW: NSFW, Overstimulation, Afab Reader, original male character
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His muscles rolled above you, the scars on his body glittering with sweat. The purple ink that stained them looked like it was studded with stars. His eyes looked down at you, and though your vision was blurring from the searing pleasure where his cock ploughed into you, you could somehow see him so clearly. It was as if he was a shining light through the darkness that threatened to consume you, not that you minded. The darkness felt so good, so sinful.
A scream pulled itself from your throat, causing a painful itch from the strength of it. Even though he was panting desperately, his chest heaving with each thrust of his hips, his smirk was so arrogant. If you had the state of mind to be angry, you probably would have.
But the head of his cock was hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back into your skull so wonderfully, your toes curling from the static filling your body as your pelvis desperately tried to meet his. Even as he pushed your knees even closer to your chest and made it so deliriously hard to breathe. So good, so good. God, this man could kill you like this, and you wouldn’t even care.
“That’s righ’, angel, sing for me,” his words were harsh, and his accent more pronounced. The roll of his body took on a specific hitch at the end that jammed him harder against you and you were cursing, babbling, moaning, possibly crying now; and he was chuckling as he nipped at the soft flesh of your thigh, watching you with those swirling hazel eyes. “You feel- fuck,” his words dropped off as you clamped down and came around him when his teeth nipped at the inside of your knee. “You feel so fuckin’ good, love.”
You were cumming and couldn’t stop because Maddox had brought his thumb up, changing to shallow and slow thrusts, strumming your clit. If you weren’t crying before, you sure as hell were now.
“Please, Dox,” you whimpered, your walls desperately fluttering around him.
He groaned, “Fuck. Yeah? What do you need?”
He was still going slow, but his thumb had stopped, and his arm now curled around your thigh, holding it in place as his thrusts shifted to deeper and stronger.
“Nnn, too much,” you thrashed beneath him.
His answering grin and scoff made the whine that left you feel that much more pathetic, “C’mon, love, you can take so much more. You are the Vessel after all. You were meant t’ carry a god.”
And with that grin growing wider at your desperate please for mercy he pressed your knees back into your chest and fucked into you faster than before, harder than before, because he was going to show you, just how much you could take.
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Dox Thrash
Dox Thrash was born in Georgia in 1893, joined the circus, moved to Chicago as part of the Great Migration, worked as an elevator operator, studied art, fought in France during WWI with the Buffalo Soldiers, returned to the U.S., performed in minstrel shows on the Vaudeville circuit, returned to Chicago to continue his art studies at the Chicago Art Institute, then travelled widely for a number…
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Mine- Maddox x Kotoyo
CW: Not SFW, Corruption kink, Forbidden love, Possessive, Biting/Marking, Mentions of Blood, Fem x Male, Oc x Oc, Vaginal Fingering
“Alrigh’, spitfire. Ya done this before?” his thumb stroked her skin softly as he slowly rucked her dress up her hips.
He smirked down at Kotoyo, his hand on her plump thighs as he held them down to settle himself in between. The swirling hazel blue of his eyes made her flush, anxiously darting hers to the side to try and avoid the heat in his gaze.
“Why are you asking that?” she hissed, her blush creeping down her chest.
He grinned, “Ya look cute like tha’. But information’s important, lil thing.”
She growled but once again her honey eyes slipped to the side, “Once.”
“Yeah? How’d it go?” he murmured, his pupils widening as he watched her squirm beneath in embarrassment.
“Not great, ok!?” she groaned.
“Ok. Well, this time, we’ll make it perfect,” he growled heatedly.
His hand moved up passed her hips to follow the curves of her body with reverence. Dox’s expression held nothing but concentration and hunger. A barely contained need that caused his brow to twitch and his jaw to clench. Flame above, he’d been waiting for this, he knew he shouldn’t be doing this. Maybe that’s what made the anticipation so sweet, maybe it’s what made the knowledge that he’d soon be buried balls deep in the Vessel under him, so deliciously exciting.
He was her guard. He wasn’t supposed to want Kotoyo. Yet he couldn’t stop himself, he was so passed reeling himself back in. He leaned over her, this wasn’t exactly how he wanted to do this, they were out in the woods on the run from some soldiers from the Fae Kingdom. But with adrenaline running high through his veins and her so receptive, he couldn’t imagine not mounting her.
Dox’s fingers tangled in the charcoal of her hair, pulling some loose from her braid, and yanked her head back to meet his lips in a harsh kiss. She was inexperienced, he could tell from her squeak and the sloppy, slow movements of her mouth. Her inability to keep up would normally put him off, and yet all it did was make him groan and grow harder, because he was corrupting her in more ways than anyone else had.
She tried, and there was so much heat, so much passion, she wanted him just like he wanted her. It was messy and slick as he showed her what to do, as he claimed her mouth over and over. Until they were both panting, and her eyes were hazy and pupils gaping when he broke away.
His teeth met her collar bone and she flinched before melting more, moaning openly for him. He needed this, needed her, more than he had realized. His cock throbbed insistently, trying to push him to hurry. Maddox didn’t want to rush though. He wanted to take his time, drive her crazy until she worshipped him. Until she couldn’t think about anything but him.
He didn’t need the Oracle here to tell him the heresy of his actions or thoughts, but he couldn’t care less in the moment. As his nose buried itself in her cleavage and the warm scent of clove rushed to overwhelm him. His thumb brushed along the cloth of her undergarments, feeling the soaked material pushed tight against her pussy.
“So long,” he whispered into the sweat coated skin of her chest.
“What?” she asked, whimpering when he brushed her clit and her hips jolted.
“I feel like I’ve waited so long t’ find ya,” he said, grinding his thumb down against her and causing her to bow into the sensation. “Was worth it. ‘Cause now yer mine.”
He growled at her answering nod, sinking his teeth into the meat of her shoulder until he felt her thrash, slipping a finger past the side of her underwear into her tight heat. He tasted a flash of iron on his tongue, heard Kotoyo whine under him, curled his finger into her as his mouth loosened to lick the wound soothingly.
“Yer mine, aren’t ya? My lil’ spitfire,” his hips ground down against the pine needles on the forest floor.
“Yours,” she answered, her eyes looked up at him, shining through the fog of lust.
“And I’ll show you jus’ how much, Vessel.”
#Not sfw#original fiction#fantasy#original content#Kotoyo#Maddox#Dox x Kotoyo#Vessel Series#drabble#fiction#writeblr
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Dox Thrash was a prolific printmaker who was born on this day in 1893 and settled in Philadelphia in the late 1920s. In 1937, at the height of the Great Depression, he became the first Black artist to work for the Fine Print Workshop of Philadelphia, a branch of the Works Progress Administration, a federal relief program designed to employ thousands of artists and share their work with the public. Learn more about the artist in the recently digitized publication "Dox Thrash: An African American Master Printmaker Rediscovered."
"Monday Morning Wash," around 1938–39, by Dox Thrash
#Dox Thrash#happy birthday#on this day#born on this day#artist birthday#printmaking#printmaker#Fine Print Workshop of Philadelphia#Works Progress Administration#art#art museum#museum#art history#history#Philadelphia Museum of Art#philadelphia art museum
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Monday Morning Wash by Dox Thrash
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