Hwei's Connection To The Surrealism And Impressionism Art Era

╰┈➤Hwei's connection to the Surrealism and Impressionism art era

In the article "CHAMPION INSIGHTS: HWEI" it says the following: “There’s more than meets the eye for someone like him,” adds Lonewingy. “You don’t know that there are beautiful things happening in his mind and how he sees reality. That's impressionism. And how he combines fiction and reality, like realistic experience and also imagination—that's surrealism.”

I found that very interesting. I thought about it more and realized that there are many parallels in Hwei's design and personality to the art era of Impressionism and Surrealism.

Hwei embodies elements of both Surrealism and Impressionism in his design and personality. The article mentions that Hwei combines fiction and reality, similar to the artistic movement of Surrealism. Surrealism sought to explore the realm of the unconscious mind and merge dreamlike elements with reality, which aligns with Hwei's ability to manifest his imaginative visions through his paintings.

Furthermore, Hwei's artistry and expressive style are reminiscent of Impressionism. Impressionism focused on capturing fleeting moments and the play of light and color, which is reflected in Hwei's dynamic. The article describes Hwei's power as being fueled by his own artistic expression, drawing a parallel to Impressionist artists who aimed to convey their subjective impressions and emotions through their artwork.

Hwei's art serves as a means for him to navigate his deep sorrow and inner turmoil. The article also describes him as a character who has experienced major loss but has emerged as an artist, not as a cynic or avenger. Impressionism, with its emphasis on capturing emotions and subjective experiences, provides a fitting artistic style for Hwei to express and process his complex feelings.

Surrealism aimed to tap into the subconscious mind and explore the depths of human emotions, while Impressionism celebrated the artist's individual interpretation of the world.

I believe the creators of Hwei's character drew conscious inspiration from the Surrealist and Impressionist art movements. It is my strong conviction that Hwei's artistic style bears resemblances to both Surrealism and Impressionism.

During his time in the temple, I anticipate that his art might reflect an Impressionist aesthetic, in accordance with the expectations of the temple masters. Hwei's paintings may bear similarities to the works of renowned artists such as Auguste Renoir and Claude Monet. Subsequently, after leaving the temple, it is likely that Hwei explored the realm of Surrealism in his art, as opposed to continuing with Impressionism. Surrealism, being markedly distinct from "traditional" art, likely provoked displeasure among the temple masters of that era. Furthermore, it is plausible that Hwei also has an affinity for Impressionist-style painting. If we delve into the historical context, we find that Impressionism emerged as a counter-movement to the prevailing "traditional" art of its time.

Hwei's lore alludes to his inability to freely express his own artistic vision. The temple masters consistently restrained him, emphasizing the need to conform to academic rules and limiting his self-expression in art.

In Surrealism, the night motif is often associated with mysterious and dreamlike imagery. Again: Surrealist artists sought to explore the realm of the unconscious mind and tap into the depths of imagination, and the night served as a symbolic backdrop for these explorations. It is during the night that the boundaries between reality and the fantastical blur, allowing for the manifestation of strange and unexpected visions.

During his time at the temple on Koyehn, Hwei secretly indulged in his true passion for painting. Fascinated by his intense imagination and fearful of his own power, Hwei would retreat to the solitude of the night to express his emotions and explore the depths of his creativity. It is in these clandestine moments that he would create his artworks, which likely took on a surrealistic style.

Surrealistic paintings often feature juxtapositions of seemingly unrelated objects, dreamlike landscapes, and distorted or fantastical figures. Hwei's secret nighttime creations may have embodied these elements, as he sought to merge fiction and reality, infusing his art with his deep emotions and personal experiences. Through surrealist techniques, Hwei could convey the complexity of his inner world and communicate his unique perspective on reality.

Hwei, with his brooding nature and intense artistic drive, embodies the essence of a surrealist artist.

I rather think that Hwei tended to paint Surrealist paintings after the massacre in the temple. The Surrealists, in our real world, were against rigid norms and habits, against logic and pragmatism - just like Hwei. They demanded that the unconscious, the repressed, such as dreams, intoxication, desires and visions, should no longer be ignored. People should free themselves from taboos. The Surrealists identified with a new, higher reality: surreality. The artists of Surrealism aimed to create a higher reality, the "supra-real", and to expand people's consciousness.

I see a lot of Hwei's views in this!

Hwei's exploration of Surrealism following his departure from the temple evoked parallels to the genesis of the Surrealism movement. This artistic movement was significantly shaped by the impact of war, which not only influenced its development but also fueled a profound fascination among Surrealists with mental illness and its intricate ties to creativity. It is striking to witness how Hwei harnesses his own traumatic encounters, employing art as a means to provide solace and healing to fellow survivors in Koyehn.

The horrors of war have indeed been a major influence on Surrealism artists, as they grappled with the traumatic experiences and sought to explore the connection between mental illness and creativity - similar to Hwei.

Currently writing a Hwei x Reader Fanfic <3

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Smut: Sir Gideon Ofnir x F!Reader

Sir Gideon Ofnir (Elden Ring) x F!Reader

Warnings/Tags: Smut, Age Difference (all characters portrayed are 18+ legal adults), light possessive behavior, orgasm delay/denial, plot what plot/porn without plot, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, kind of mask kink

Synopsis: In the midst of a perilous quest for an item, a strong and compelling bond begins to flourish between you and Sir Gideon Ofnir. As the shattered ruins of the once majestic royal capital provide a haunting backdrop, a shared moment by the crackling fire ignites a passionate and electric encounter that transcends the boundaries of your mission.

Note: First time writing Smut, so have mercy on me! Shout-out to @velvet-apricots Without her this fanfic would not have been possible

The wind howls eerily through the streets of Leyndell, now littered with rubble and the decaying remains of past grandeur. Amidst the ruined splendor lie traces of once-luxuriant opulence - shimmering gold, ornately designed mosaics, and colossal statues that bore witness to the lost glory of days gone by.

Despite these reminders of former wealth and power, Leyndell exudes an air of somberness, a sense of hopeless desolation that permeates its walls.

As Sir Gideon Ofnir leads the way into a dimly lit chamber devoid of furniture, save for a crackling fire burning brightly amidst piles of rubble, your heart races with anticipation.

The room is ensconced in a vibrant tapestry of nature's embrace. Overgrown with lush plants and entwined roots, it exudes an enchanting aura. Bookshelves, adorned with glistening golden ornaments, stand as silent sentinels, guarding the treasures of knowledge within. As you step inside, the air becomes an intoxicating blend of damp earth and the intoxicating perfume of blossoming flowers, beckoning you further into this forgotten sanctuary. Your eyes are drawn to the majestic columns and intricate golden accents that adorn every corner, a testament to the opulence that once graced these hallowed walls.

You both have been searching for rare items in the Leyndell Royal Capital.

While it seems unlikely to find anything valuable among all the wreckage, the thrill of exploring such places fills you with excitement and anticipation. This very intensity, fueled by adrenaline and desire, slowly ignites a flame within you both.

With every step closer to the smoldering embers, you feel your body grow increasingly restless, yearning for relief from the mounting pressure simmering beneath your clothes. Unable to resist any longer, Gideon moves toward you, gently brushing your hair away from your face.

His touch sends waves of warmth cascading down your spine, sparking an uncontrollable surge of need deep within your core.

With the faint glow casting mysterious shadows across the walls, it seems like some secret hideaway where lovers would find solace amid the chaos outside. Unbeknownst to him, you feel an irresistible pull towards him, an almost uncontrollable urge to explore his body. 

Despite everything, his gaze softens as it settled upon yours. "This war-torn city may seem barren," he begins, his voice husky yet gentle, "but tonight, I wish for us to make our own sanctuary."

As his fingers grazes your cheek, sending delicious chills down your spine, you could no longer resist the undeniable attraction you feel for him. Desire burns within you, igniting the embers of raw passion buried deep inside.

Yearning to feel his flesh against yours, you reach out to him tentatively.

Gently grasping his hand, you guide it upwards until it rests beneath your cloak, exploring the contours of your soft body. The silk fabric slithered off, leaving your breasts exposed and aching for his touch. Your breath hitches as his calloused hands trace circles around your supple curves, eliciting moans of desire.

"This...this is so forbidden," you whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of desire and apprehension, as your fingertips delicately trace the contours of his armor. "The age gap...it feels wrong, so wrong." His touch lingers on your cheek, a gentle caress that sends shivers down your spine. Slowly, his hand glides downward, inching closer to your chest, igniting a maelstrom of conflicting emotions within you. "Don't worry," he breathes against your ear, his voice dripping with reassurance and a hint of mischief. "The boundaries we defy, the passions we explore...they transcend the constraints of time. It's more than fine."

As if drawn by an invisible force, Gideon Ofnir hovers over you, his heavy breath melding seamlessly with yours. Feeling his dick pressing against your leg, you slowly part your legs further apart, inviting him closer. 

You gaze in awe at his resplendent armor, gleaming like a constellation of stars illuminated by the dancing flames. A surge of longing fills your voice as you whisper, "Could you, just for a moment, remove your mask? I need to see you."

Gideon Ofnir, his voice tinged with dark allure, responds, "Not yet, my love. Allow me to savor this exquisite anticipation, relishing the sight of you vulnerable and quivering before me."

His large hands remove every piece of cloth from your body. It feels erotic having such skilled hands removing your clothes. Every inch of your skin becomes visible under his expertise. Naked before him, you revel in your vulnerability, feeling incredibly turned on knowing someone who is so capable will be seeing you nude.

Feasting his eyes on your body, his arousal intensifies. With his hands firmly holding onto your waist, he pulls you close.

"My, my... you look so perfect like this. Shivering under my gaze", he says.

You feel a surge of pride mixed with excitement. Reaching forward, you stroke the back of his armor, lingering there tenderly while brushing your lips along his mask.

You shiver as the chill of his armor presses against your skin, sending a tantalizing wave of sensation coursing through your body.

His rough, callused fingers tease and pinch your nipples, causing you to arch your back involuntarily. Moaning softly, you grind your hips against his growing erection, seeking release from the torment building inside you. He kneads and squeezes your ass, his thumbs circling your entrance.

Your hands instinctively reach for his armored thighs, attempting to guide him closer, deeper into you. His frame presses against your sensitized skin, evoking images of conquest and dominance.

You lay down on a table. You try to control the soft little whimpers leaving your mouth when Gideon teases your entrance. He plunges his fingers deep inside you, his movements are relentless and skilled.

He knows exactly what makes you squirm and scream, driving you mad with pleasure. You can tell from the intensity in his eyes, he enjoys making you beg for more. You open your mouth, preparing to say something, anything, but words escape you as you’re caught in a whirlwind of ecstatic emotions.

"We're going to fuck right here? What if someone sees us?" You say it with an edge of fear.

"I don't care if someone sees us. I need you, now."

Gideon enters you, burying himself entirely within your wet heat. You both groan loudly, echoing throughout the room.

Embracing the moment, you entwine your legs around his shoulders, drawing him deeper still. Clenching your inner muscles, you buck your hips rhythmically, meeting each thrust with enthusiasm.

"Oh, darling, you're really not that innocent, are you?" Every stroke drives you ever closer to the edge of blissful ecstasy. Increasingly aware of how tightly your sheath envelops him, Gideon picks up pace. His powerful movements match the ferocity of your cries as you surrender yourself fully to him.

"You look so perfect like this. An absolute mess. You have a beautiful young, soft body." murmured Gideon Ofnir, appreciating your form thoroughly.

You lift yourself up slightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your legs behind his, creating a tantalizing position.

Gideon Ofnir finds it hard to contain his excitement as he reaches down to play with your breast.

Grasping the sensitive bud, he begins to tweak and massage it, watching intently as the color rises in your face. Meanwhile, he continues to penetrate you deeply, claiming possession of your body and soul.

"It’s just me and you now," Gideon murmurs softly, planting a kiss on your lips.

Your body shivers with delight as he plunges deeper into your core, claiming every corner of your being.

Each time he withdraws, only to thrust again, harder than before, bringing you ever closer to the peak of pure ecstasy. Your muscles quiver, ready to snap at any second, as wave after wave of pleasure courses through your veins.

"Please...oh, please," you whimper, your voice laced with a desperate yearning. "Take off your mask." Every plea that escapes your lips is a testament to the overwhelming desire that consumes you.

A smile curls on his lips as he observes your surrender. "Begging is a good look for you, my love," he murmurs, his voice dripping with a sinful delight. With a deliberate slowness, he begins to peel away the mask, unraveling the enigma that hides his true face. The anticipation swells, thick with anticipation and a heady blend of fascination and trepidation.

The gleaming metal falls away, exposing his determined features framed by gray hair. Even without his helmet, his eyes remain shielded, adding to his mystique.

You lean in, captivated by the sight of his weathered face illuminated by the flickering flames. You watch closely as he unfastens his chainmail, layer by layer. Each link reveals a new scar, another battle won, a testament to his resilience.

Caressing his arms, you trace patterns of old wounds hidden beneath the smooth surface of his skin. This rugged exterior belies the tenderness found within; a gentleness reserved exclusively for those who earn his trust.

Leaning in, you place a tender kiss on his lip, savoring the salty taste of him. 

"I’m yours. Only yours", you whisper against his lips.

The warmth of his stare held a mix of hunger and tenderness; they were feelings so powerful; words alone couldn’t express them adequately.

You appreciate his beauty. You start moaning, as he starts to thrust against you.

Every movement made your entire body feel electric with pleasure. His rough, calloused palms pressed against your hip bones, giving you goosebumps and heightening your sensitivity.

His piercing gray eyes met yours, sparkling with unspoken promises. "Don't close your eyes. Look at me. Let me see the desire burning within them", he growls seductively, gripping your hips more securely, pulling you closer.

It dawned on you, then, why people say that love is blind.

Amidst the smoldering ruins of war-torn cities and the endless cycle of life and death, you discovered true companionship in the eyes of this Stoic Tarnished. Your hearts beat as one, your souls are connected, intertwined, and bound forever.

Gideon's strong arms encircle you protectively, your bodies moving in harmony. It is an age-old dance of love and lust, fueled by the mutual longing that has brought you here.

Each touch sends ripples throughout your entire being, intensifying the sensuality coursing through every nerve. With unwavering intensity, Gideon Ofnir moves closer, his lips brushing lightly against yours before plunging deeper. His tongue teases and dances with yours, driving you wild with anticipation. The tender kiss turns into something fierce, his teeth nipping playfully at your lower lip as he pulls away, only to return even more hungrily than before.

Gideon's eyes narrow as he abruptly stops his movements, his grip on your waist tightening. A cruel smirk plays on his lips as he leans in, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Not yet, darling. You don't get to come until I say so."

He pulls out of you entirely, leaving you feeling empty and frustrated. Gideon's hand trails down your body, his touch teasing and maddeningly gentle. He circles his fingers around your sensitive bud, but doesn't apply the pressure you so desperately crave. "You see, lass, I control every aspect of your pleasure. Your release is in my hands," he taunts, his voice filled with dark amusement. "You're going to have to beg for it. Beg me to let you come."

He continues to stroke and tease you, his touch sending shivers of need coursing through your body. Gideon leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "Tell me how much you want it. How badly you need to come. Beg for it."

The ache between your legs intensifies, and the need for release becomes unbearable. You find yourself succumbing to his dominance, to the power he holds over your pleasure. With a desperate edge to your voice, you plead, "Please, Gideon. Let me come. I need it. I need you."

A wicked grin spreads across Gideon's face as he finally relents, his fingers applying the pressure you crave. The pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as you ride the waves of ecstasy. He watches you, his expression one of smug satisfaction as he revels in the control he has over your pleasure.

Without a word, he positions himself back at your entrance and thrusts inside you once again, his movements forceful and unrelenting. His grip on your hips tightens as he sets a punishing rhythm, his hips meeting yours with a primal intensity. The sound of your moans and the slap of skin against skin fills the room, echoing with the raw passion between you. Gideon's voice is filled with a mix of dominance and lust as he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You can't get enough of me, can you? Your body craves my touch, my control. You're mine to use, to pleasure." His thrusts grow faster and harder, driving you towards the edge once more. Gideon's grip on your waist leaves marks, a testament to his possessiveness. 

As the rhythmic movements continue, your body becomes a symphony of pleasure. Pleasure swells inside you, reaching its crescendo, and finally bursts forth in glorious abandon.

Lost in a sea of ecstasy, you cry out his name, unable to hold back anymore.

With his own climax approaching, Gideon Ofnir quickens his strokes, as his control slips away. As you reach the crest of pleasure together, he slides deep inside you one last time, pulsing powerfully.

Exhausted and spent, Gideon collapses beside you. He traces gentle circles around your checks, brushing the locks off your forehead. As he studies your sleeping visage, the intensity of his regard seemed almost tangible.

The moonlight casts a dreamlike luminescence over your body, rendering it ethereally beautiful. The silhouette of your profile stood proud against the wall, highlighting the sharp angles of your nose and jawline. Yet despite your delicate appearance, you possessed a steely resolve, evident in your unflinching gaze and steadfast determination during training sessions. You were more than a pretty face – you were a force to be reckoned with.

During these quiet moments, Gideon allowed himself to admire the bond forming between you two.

For someone so young, your understanding of the world around you far exceeded that of most of your peers. It amazed him how swiftly you assimilated knowledge and developed skills beyond your years. However, your innocence remained undeniable, especially when it came to matters of the flesh.

Despite your shared desire for physical gratification, Gideon takes immense satisfaction in mentoring you in the ways of passion. While other men might see you merely as a sexual object, Gideon views you as a worthy partner capable of satisfying his needs intellectually, emotionally, and physically.

You make an insightful point about Hwei's visual design choice to cover one eye. There are certainly additional layers of symbolism this could represent.

Another interpretation could be that Hwei's covered eye represents his immersion in his own imagination or delusion. It suggests that he sees the world differently from others, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. The covered eye could symbolize his inclination to escape into his artistic visions and the power of his imagination.

Hwei's one eye being covered might also signify an inner conflict between his rational side and his emotional or creative side. The covered eye could represent his struggles with balancing logic and reason with his deep artistic expression. It suggests that Hwei is torn between conforming to societal expectations and fully embracing his unique artistic vision.

One eye being visible shows his willingness to share parts of himself, while the other remains hidden, hinting at aspects he still guards closely. This dichotomy parallels his struggle to balance control over his abilities with creative freedom of expression.

As a respected member of his community but also a harbinger of great power, Hwei may metaphorically separate these sides of himself. The covered eye could suggest an enigmatic quality intended to keep others guessing as to his true nature.

OMG WAAAIIIT

Do you think the fact that Hwei has one eye covered is a hint to having one side of him seeing the light and the other side of him being shroud in darkness

Or one side in reality and one side in imagination /delusion???

Soooo beautiful 💗💗

Ranni I drew for someone as a bribe for Gideon content.

DAMN!

Your art is so underrated! I love your art style

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