#Saboteur

[scipunk]

Blade Runner: Black Out 2022 (2017)

[nuclearwasabireturns]

Inktober adoptables part 2!

[thebarroomortheboy]

ROBERT CUMMINGS and PRISCILLA LANE in SABOTEUR (1942) | dir. Alfred Hitchcock

[superxstarzz]

Heir of time + Bard of life

clowning around yet again :3

[lukewarmcrayfish]

He knew what he agreed to when he took this mission. It was necessary to get the proper information out of him. That's what the saboteur said to himself while he pressed his thigh between the prince's leg. They were kissing hot and heavy. Every touch from the prince felt like fire. Even in the throws of lust and romance, the young prince kept his gloves on. It felt... odd, to say the least. Gloved hands underneath his unbuttoned shirt, pulling him closer.

He had to fuck him. He knew he did. But knowing that this mission would include leading the poor lonely prince on and actually doing it was world's apart. The prince's hands drifted and sweeped over the saboteur's bulge. His bulge. He can't believe he's hard over this.

The prince whispered into the saboteur's ear how much he wanted to take his cock. Would he please please allow him to suck his cock? The saboteur shook his head. He grabbed the prince's hips telling him that he wanted inside his pussy too badly to wait for his mouth.

It was easy to bend the desperate mewling prince into this position bent over the bed. This was the only position that the saboteur could manage doing this. He couldn't bear to look at the prince as he defiled him, not out of love or lust but because he needed information. Having to control his expression while he fucked into the prince would be just one step too far.

So there he was putting a condom on over his cock while the prince's pants were pulled halfway down his thighs. He mewled out when he sunk his cock into his pussy. It was tight... so fucking tight. The only foreplay with the prince's poor pussy was him desperately grinding down on his thigh. And still. He took it so graciously.

He watched as gloved hands took handfuls of the sheets. Moaning out. The prince pushed his hips back, desperate to take more. He begged the saboteur to pull his hair.

His hair in his fist. The panting moans. The way the prince clenched around his cock. He came. He was ashamed to say that it wasn't even difficult to cum deep into the prince's boycunt. He collapsed over the prince still deep inside. The prince's pussy clenching around him as though to grab every last drop as he began to deflate and grow soft inside the prince.

The saboteur stood shakily, and the prince rolled over onto his back eyes blissed out. He took deep breaths. He took the prince's face in his hands. Saturday, at nine. Meet me outside the castle and we'll go drinking together. If the saboteur was incapable of securing a second date, this was all for naught. But the prince nodded, he looked surprised.

He pulled up the prince's trousers for him. He tied the condom and tossed it. The saboteur told him he best be going. Freshen up if you must, but he really should leave before the royal guard catches wind of his absence.

It was surprisingly to see how quickly the prince composed himself to leave. He gave the traitor a parting kiss before slipping out the door. It left him inside. Alone.

[saboteurpublishing]

Camelia Arama Camelia with ®Saboteur

[sayxit]

You’re lonely…

Those nights where you meet the memory that never was

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Another Pattern: She's a Saboteur

I can't stay here, it's off brand-London

I can't stay here, fire hazard-South Africa

I can't stay here, security threat-Nigeria

Conclusion

When she's pre-booked for "complimentary" hotel accommodations that are beneath her standards, MEgain (Queen Jezebel 2.0) pretends to go along with "their plan," but all the while she's taking deliberate steps to undermine the reservation.

Palace aides observed a similar pattern during her 72 days of "work" in the BRF---she set-up the "role" to fail from the very beginning. #conartist

[evilhorse]

You can save yourselves a lot of misery by surrendering right now!

[saboteursupply]

Acrylic textures and brushes pack

Quite a bit of work went into this acrylic project. I wanted to create a variety of paint effects to use as textures for another project, but it evolved into a project of its own.

Each brush texture was scanned into the computer at 1200 dpi to maximize the edges and feeling inside the acrylic paints. Then, each file was cleaned, vectorized, and saved as SVGs and PNGs for those without graphic applications.

The final step included pushing each vectorized brush into Photoshop and converting those into individual brushes. Forty of the brushes are what I like to call chaotic brush patterns, while the other seventy-four are more like stamps, suitable for use in Photoshop and Procreate.

Check out the brushes or the sampler.

Here is a look at all the brushes inside the mega pack.

[aut2imagineart]

This is a new character for my Centauri universe that's been brewing in my mind lately.  A member of the posthuman species the Neotechs, she's known as the Ghost Witch and built a centuries long reputation as a the most notorious criminal in the known universe. Her motivations are unknown but she seems only interest in committing the most ambitious crimes be it theft, assassination, or sabotage.  

I wanted to draw another Neotech as they're perhaps my favorite of the posthumans I've designed.  The line art is very time consuming for these guys but the end results are very rewarding for me.

As always, comments and critiques are welcome.

[commander-krios]

Imperial Agent + Text Posts

[madmadammym]

I swear I am the greatest sabateur of my life

[saboblame]

Aid’in yeni track’inə “Qayıt HOST” yazmaq qədər mənasızdır Bakı.

[superxstarzz]

bard or prince of void x heir of light (my friend's classpect and mine)?

fuck it here's both!!

[lukewarmcrayfish]

Part two: Saboteur x Prince.

The pocket watch felt like a still beating heart, cold and beating pressed against his thigh as the minutes droned on. He chided himself for arriving early, a mistake to be sure. With royalty, the event started when he decided to grace it with his presence. The saboteur should expect nothing less from a privileged prince.

The night was deafening and still. Every sound was funneled to his ears. The clank of armor from the knights on the other side of the wall. The September wind biting at him. He swore he could hear the chill of it as it brushed against his ears. It was certain that autumn had arrived. He heard every cicada, every locust flapping its wings. He watched a locust as it took flight with an obnoxious whirr to its wings. It perched atop the toe of his boot. He kicked his foot watching as it flew away. Behind him he heard a soft thud.

He whirled around to see the prince. His disguise was lacking. Had it been more skillfully crafted, he wouldn’t have recognized him at first glance. It was a dreadful attempt at concealing his identity for a night out, if there was any attempt made at all. A woolen cloak with a gaudy gold clasp. The cloak had an odd waxy sheen, perhaps treated by lanolin. His gloves were the same elf-green and lanolin treated. The saboteur should expect nothing less, he wouldn’t dishonor the royal tradition for even one night. The glasses didn’t help either, but they were a necessity. It seemed every heir of the kingdom had dreadful vision. Thankfully, they were simple. Sterling silver and clear, not tinted.

The prince’s tight hug parted his cloak, slightly. As the hug forced the air from the saboteur’s lungs he felt the warmth of the prince’s skin. He wore but a single layer under the cloak. A low-necked button up. Oversized and reminiscent of commoner fashion. Possibly, the only satisfactory part of his disguise. As they separated, a kiss lingered against his lips already tainted with champagne.

“I’m glad I still caught you,” the prince said. His voice was hushed and the smile on his lips was audible. “I was wrestling with the ledger. My sisters decided on a shopping spree today.”

His informant was spot on, the prince indeed was in charge of managing the royal family's finances. Perfect. The image of him sipping champagne as he inserted every receipt into the ledger was oddly humbling. Just a regular guy drinking before a date while finishing his work.