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[kevinb3896]

RMS Carpathia Auction Offers Salvaged Objects From Titanic’s Rescuer Ahlers & Ogletree on January 15th, 2021 offering tableware items & pieces of the ship.

One platform that stands out in the realm of online auctions is Auction Daily. It serves as a comprehensive resource for anyone interested in the auction world, offering a wealth of information, including auction previews, auction calendars, auction news, and connections to auction houses, antique dealers, and painting dealers.

[seiya-starsniper]

Hey 👋🏻 I’m the omega-dream anon! Pleeeeeease make it Dreamling!?

Can you imagine hob really really trying to get dreams attention as a potential alpha mate? And maybe he’s scared to be rejected because he’s just a normal guy and could never afford the lifestyle Dream is used to? Or maybe he’s rich as hell but dream still resents him for it? Or maybe… I’m sorry, I just can’t stop thinking about it and I’m so happy you like the idea! Whatever you’re going to come up with, I know it’s going to be great! THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Yeeeessss you got it! 😄 Hob works VERY well for this fic, and also, I am a sucker for enemies to lovers so asshole rich guy Hob who oops accidentally actually falls in love with Dream is probably in the cards for this one 👀 I am very delighted you're as excited for this idea as I am, this trope scratches a very specific itch of mine that will not be ignored ehehe.

Here's a little snippet for you:

Click. Click. Whoosh. Click. Whoosh. Click Click. Click. Dream stares past the camera, his eyes focused on a discolored spot on the wall instead of his photographer for the day, feeling utterly bored. He’s hardly moved in the last hour, having been directed to stand perfectly still as photo after photo of his perfectly painted face is captured for the benefit of his potential mate. No. Not a potential mate. A potential alpha. A jailer. A buyer. Dream had known, ever since he’d presented as an omega in his teens, that he was living entirely on borrowed time. Omegas were rare, and highly coveted in society, a status symbol of power and virility that could not be easily obtained with wealth alone. So whenever one presented, the omega was often mated almost immediately.  Dream has been unmated for nearly five years now, and at twenty years old, his parents are more than eager to sell off their omega son rather than wait for his prospects to completely dry out. 

[kirby-the-gorb]

kirb2k starts december 10th

[vebirascanvas]

A piece I made for @ngkiscool as part of the Sunflower Auction

Thank you for choosing me, it was marvelous to work with you! You live up to your name, that is, you're 100% cool. And kind, and really, I enjoyed talking to you a lot <3

[yorknewauction]

Yorknew Art Auction Preview 10

Full Preview | Oct 1st

[blackmoldmp3]

this made me so so upset like actual skin crawling reactions

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 8, day 15

Good news! All 250 frames finished rendering without crashing or power farts :D

Bad news! I forgot some things XD Namely leaf shadows and some image compositing to make it look super extra fancy-good

But now I've added the things I forgot to do and this is gonna look so cool when it's done rendering all 250 frames of animation without crashing or power farts again :D

[romanhaliday]

Sotheby's November '23 Auction preview, including Emily Fisher Landau co...

[trinityauctiongallery]

Sporting Goods Firearms and more

Sporting Goods – Firearms, Ammo, Scopes Open online catalog here Sporting Goods Firearms and more One man’s estate – From Antique to Modern Firearms and Ammo. Guns, Rifles, Shotguns, Pistols, Revolvers, Ammunition, and Firearm Accessories.Some brands included: Ruger, Norinco, Remington, Armsport, Browning, Hesse Arms, Century Arms, Arsenal, Benelli, Glock, STI International, IMI UZI, Smith &…

[gurugirl]

The Ranch Hand | cowboy!harry - Patreon One Shot

2.5k word preview below the cut

Your boyfriend, Jessie, sat down a bucket of beer on the table you were sitting at and pulled his stool up as you grabbed a cold one for yourself and twisted the cap off.

You didn’t know the band that was playing but they sounded pretty good, especially for a Friday night with a cold beer in your favorite little rowdy country bar.

Jessie hated the bar. He was more into cocktail joints with white tablecloths and live classical piano. The kind of place you had to dress up to go into. You didn’t blame him. He didn’t come from where you came from. You two had only a couple of things in common.

The first was that you were both from wealthy families. Your dad was a rancher and he owned half the county. You’d never hurt for anything. Jessie’s family ran the county and were all involved in politics. He went to some fancy school in a different state and only came back because his father wanted him to step into the role of prosecuting attorney.

The second thing you had in common was that you lived in the same town.

That was probably where your similarities ended. You liked Jessie. Mostly. He was usually pretty nice, if not boring, and your parents liked him so that was a plus. In fact, they set up your first date with him and it was easier to just keep things going to make your mom and dad happy.

“You look uncomfortable,” you spoke as you kept your eyes on the band and Jessie struggled to pull the metal cap from his bottle.

“I’m just… there’s peanut shells all over the floor and everyone’s staring at us.”

You laughed and shook your head. You were gonna have to break up with the guy. He couldn’t handle you and you knew that was the truth. He hated getting his hands dirty and even though he looked like he should be able to remove a bottle cap, it wasn’t the first time you had to do it for him.

Taking his beer you looked directly at him and twisted the cap off, dropping it to the floor before handing it back to him.

“I never drink beer. Not used to taking caps off…” he spoke as he took a sip. Shitty excuse.

You noticed that some of the workers from your dad’s ranch were in the bar. Probably causing trouble. The guys who worked for your dad could be rough around the edges but they were always nice to you. Just a bunch of cowboys looking to make ends meet. They all had a place to stay on the ranch at the bunkhouse provided and they were also paid pretty well. So on almost any given Friday and Saturday night, you could find some of them at the bar picking up local women, dancing, fighting, drinking…

This was your scene. This was what you enjoyed most. The rough and gritty. Salt of the earth. Phonies were quickly sniffed out in a place like this. It was why people were staring at Jessie.

You took another gulp of your beer and then you caught sight of one of the ranch hands already looking at you from across the room. Harry. He was very easy on the eyes. He’d been working at your dad’s ranch since he was 19. He’d earned a spot of trust with your father after all his years of hard work and now he had quite a lot of responsibility given to him. He had his own small cabin out of the way of the bunkhouse. He made a lot of financial decisions for your father as well. Negotiated prices for cattle sales, went to auctions to buy large equipment, handled the daily goings on of the newbie ranch hands, and did all the hiring and firing. But he also still worked his ass off. He’d pick up slack when the other workers needed help or couldn’t do the job. You imagined he was at the bar to keep the guys in line and make sure they didn’t land themselves in jail.

You and Harry were close from the beginning. You always went out of your way to meet every new worker that came on but Harry was a little different because he’d been around for almost ten years. You certainly favored him over all the others.

“Why’s he coming over here?” Jessie whined as Harry walked through the crowd with his eyes on you and a mischievous grin on his face. You just knew he was bout to do something to piss Jessie off, which was easy to do.

“Cause he’s comin’ to say hello.” You smiled at Harry as he tipped his cowboy hat to you, stepping between you and Jessie, and reaching in to grab a bottle of beer from the bucket your boyfriend bought.

“Uh, that’s ours,” Jessie sat up straight in his stool as he watched Harry uncap the bottle and take a swig, ignoring him completely, jade eyes still on yours.

Harry placed his elbow on the table and leaned in close to you, those handsome green eyes running over the features on your face, “Hi.”

You felt yourself heat up and kept your eyes on his, “Hi.”

You would have forgotten all about Jessie but then…

“Excuse me. Is this for real? That’s our beer,” Jessie reminded the cowboy.

Harry rolled his eyes and stood up with his hand on your shoulder, softly squeezing before he looked at your boyfriend, “Sorry about that bud,” and then he looked back down at you, “Okay if I have this, sweetheart?” He lifted the bottle of beer upward.

You nodded, “Of course you can have it, Harry.”

Harry’s grin widened as he took another drink and Jessie stood up to move in front of Harry. Maybe in an attempt to intimidate him? You weren’t sure exactly. But one thing you knew was that Harry would put Jessie down in the blink of an eye. Jessie wasn’t a small man but Harry was scrappy and liked to get dirty. Didn’t mind a scuffle when the moment called for it either. You’d seen him put a lot of men in their place.

“Next time you ask before you take.” Jessie pointed. You snickered to yourself. It was a good attempt at least.

Harry laughed and dragged his eyes down your body before he tipped his hat again and walked right into Jessie’s shoulder, making him stumble into the table. Harry looked back in faux surprise at Jessie and then at you with a wink before he went back to where he’d been before with the other guys.

Okay, so maybe Harry was a bit of a dick. But he’d never been rude to you. And you liked him, unfortunately for Jessie. Harry was not a fan of your boyfriends. He’d made that clear since Jessie started coming around four months ago.

“You just let him take a beer like that?” Jessie gestured toward where Harry had gone.

“I did. What’s the problem? I know this bucket wasn’t expensive so you’re not hurtin’ for the money.”

He took a deep breath and looked off toward where the cowboys were drinking, “Do you like him, Y/n?”

You pursed your lips to the side in thought as you watched people line dancing and stomping on the peanut-covered wood floors in their cowboy boots. Now you didn’t really need to think much about that question. Because you did like Harry, and he liked you the same. All the stolen kisses and sneaky moments you two had… it’s just that that could never happen out in the open. Your dad would never go for it and Harry might lose his job if your parents ever caught wind of anything happening between you two. So you’d always kept your distance because that was the most practical option.

But you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t like the man. Anyone with two eyes could see how handsome he was.

“Sure,” you shrugged and looked at Jessie.

“Like him, like him?” Jessie looked back toward you across the table.

“Why are you worried about it, Jes? Even if I did, it’s not a good match. My dad would kill him.”

He shook his head and watched the people on the floor dancing with their big, shiny belt buckles glistening under the shoddy lights, the strum of guitars, and a twangy voice singing an old Garth Brooks song.

You got up and waved when you saw your friend Chelle. She was among those dancing and you weren’t going to miss it, “You coming with me or not?” You looked back at the dud sitting on his stool with a scowl.

“Go on ahead. I’ll be right here.”

You rolled your eyes. There was only so much more you could take of Jessie. If he had even shown an ounce of something that looked like fun you might want to stick around longer. Hell, if he even would have just stood up to Harry about the way he had been very clearly flirting with you in front of him (rather than get so worked up over the beer Harry took) that could even be something for you to think about. But the man wouldn’t dance with you, he wouldn’t ride horses on the ranch, he wouldn’t go to rodeos, and he most certainly didn’t want to do anything that could sully up his nice clothes once in a while. Stepping over peanut shells was his limit. If it weren’t for your parents you’d never have considered him in the first place.

“Y/n!” Chelle pulled you in next to her and you began moving yourself in line in a weave; right, back, front… You always felt like an idiot when you joined in on line dancing but that was part of the fun. Everyone looked like hillbillies and idiots out there and it was a blast.

The music, the atmosphere, the raucous noise from everyone laughing, singing, shouting, stomping… your country girl roots were in full bloom that night. And beer after beer then a couple shots of whisky probably did you no good but you were going to enjoy your night with or without your boyfriend who did not move from the spot where you left him. Part of you, at one point, hoped he’d just go. He was uncomfortable and not having fun. You knew the only reason he was there was to keep an eye on you to make sure you didn’t do anything dumb.

And the later it got the more wild the bar became. More people filled in the small space, the music was louder, some of the lights at the edge of the room were dimmed, and the line for the bathroom grew longer.

“He gonna sit over there watching me all night?” You heard Harry from behind you as he moved in step, a bottle of beer in his big hand you noted as you turned to look up at him.

You laughed, “Probably. He’s jealous.”

Harry licked his pink lips and tampered what you knew was a big grin, “Oh yeah? Why’s he jealous?”

You both did a clumsy pivot turn together and you just smiled up at the handsome cowboy and shook your head.

There was no need to answer Harry. He knew what was going on. He knew you liked him just the same as he liked you. It had always been something secret between you two but it was obvious to almost everyone around. Except for your father. That was one time when you were both on your best behavior.

“Surprised you’re still here. Don’t you have an early morning tomorrow?” You asked.

He nodded, “Sure do. Just keeping an eye on everything going on here is all. I’ve got a responsibility for most of the people in this bar right now.”

“Oh yeah? All the guys seem to be doing okay. No one’s getting too crazy tonight it seems,” you looked around at the other workers, and most of them were two sheets to the wind but they were tame and having fun.

“Still my responsibility. Plus you’re still here.”

You grinned, “That I am. Figured I’d close the place down tonight.”

Harry laughed, “You usually do anyway. Always have been like one of the boys. Just as rowdy as the rest of us.”

You loved it when you got to talk to Harry. Loved how he looked at you and how he’d say your name. Loved how so many times you’d done just this and it felt exactly like what you wanted.

Another shot of whisky at the bar with Harry and you started to feel woozy. Your world was spinning but you were still having too much fun to call it a night.

“I should take you home,” Jessie appeared, taking you by your shoulders and pulling you away from Harry. For a short time, you’d forgotten he was still there.

“No, I think Harry’s gonna take me home.” You looked up at Harry.

“That’s right. Was just about to take her home.” Harry spoke as he stepped in closer to Jessie.

Jessie laughed and you felt his firm grip moving you away but you were too drunk to really put up any kind of fight.

“Nah, just stay here with the rest of the drunk cowboys. I got her.”

Harry followed you and Jessie out the front of the bar as Jessie opened up the passenger door of his nice car.

“You gonna be all right sweetheart?” Harry ducked down to ask you before Jessie could close the door – Harry blocking the space so he could look at you as he reached up for your face and softly turned your head to look at him.

You nodded, “It’s fine. I just need to go to bed.”

“That’s enough. She’s fine,” Jessie closed the door.

Your memory was only clear in bits and pieces as Jessie drove you home. You remembered him berating you for acting like a clown and then when he brought you to your room the memory of him kissing you and taking your hand to cup over his crotch was vivid. You remember telling him you had to go to sleep but he was angry at you. You could feel that too. You remembered his anger and how he shoved you down into your bed before he was hovered over you.

But then you remembered being on your knees in front of your toilet and expelling the contents of your stomach furiously. Jessie’s words rang in your ears about how you were gross and just as nasty as all the cowboys on the ranch. How he didn’t want to fuck you anyway when you were drunk.

You woke up on your bathroom floor and Jessie was long gone.

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xoxo

[happysnowseal]

Deals and Desires (preview)

Sylus x OC | Midnight Stealth!AU

genre: smut, lil' comedy, enemies to enemies who fuck

rating: explicit

description: You fail to find the brooch within 24 hours, so the twins suggest you offer Sylus something else in return for getting into the auction—your body. Turns out, your desires are aligned, no matter how twisted they seem. 

word count: 8.8k

warnings: IMPROPER use of Evol, tentacle smut, “rope” bondage, lore from Midnight Stealth and the two chapters we meet Sylus (duh), Luke and Kieran being instigators, mentions of hentai, OC’s turned on by Sylus and his Evol and is conflicted, rough sex, breast play, fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), double penetration, unprotected sex (this is fiction), standing 69, mirror sex, sneaky sex, electrostimulation, cum eating, multiple rounds, 

a/n: I made a post saying imagine Sylus manipulating his Evol into tentacles to fuck OC with… and voila! This was born. I incorporated a lot of the game dialogue/events but also put my own spin on it. PLEASE let me know if you're excited! I finished the rough draft already and am squealing by myself. Lol.

You must be sick in the head. 

Ever since you witnessed those black-red tendrils dissipate the man in black who abducted you into nothing but mere crimson specks, something strange awoke in you. Witnessing such a cruel death shouldn’t pique your curiosity, but beneath your horrified expression was a deep fascination for the leader of Onychinus’ powers. Not that you’d ever tell him.

A simple flick of the wrist or snap of the fingers is all it takes to summon those menacing black-red tendrils. The powerful mist would coil your vulnerable body, manipulate it, bind it—all for his intentions of resonating with you. 

However, as the shopkeeper had stated, you can’t resonate with him. On a subconscious level, you’re rejecting him, scared of him, or disgusted by him. So you wonder: is it possible to fear him yet desire him also?

UPDATE: I HAVE POSTED IT!!! Check out my pinned post. 😘

[kevinb3896]

The Moon Jar: A Global Icon of Korean Art

Korean art has a diverse and rich tradition that spans centuries, and within its context of art, the Moon Jar stands out as an iconic work of art that transcends both time and. The Moon Jar, with its simple, elegant form and striking white glaze, has become a symbol for Korean art and is a revered artifact that is adored across the globe. In the article below, we'll look at the significance, story, and enduring attraction of the Moon Jar as a symbol of global Korean art.

The Artistic and Cultural Significance of the Moon Jar

Moon Jar Moon Jar is a type of traditional Korean porcelain vessel that is referred to by the name of "Baekja," which translates to "white ware." Its basic and elegant form is distinguished by its round, full moon-shaped shape and a white, milky glaze. This iconic design represents the essence of simplicity and purity, reflecting its influence from Confucianism and Taoism as two significant cultural and philosophical elements of Korea's past. Moon Jar Moon Jar is commonly regarded as a symbol of balance, harmony, and the search for a flawless minimalist aesthetic.

The Moon Jar's significance in the world of culture isn't just about its aesthetics. It's a perfect mixture of spirituality, art, and nature, emulating nature's Confucian and Taoist values of living in harmony with nature. The unadorned, simple vessel conveys a powerful message about the importance of simplicity and pureness amid a complicated world.

Historical Origins of the Moon Jar

The story of the Moon Jar can be traced through the late 17th century in the Joseon Dynasty, commonly called the golden age of Korean ceramics and pottery. Moon Jars were initially made to serve the royal court and noble families, expressing their admiration of art and culture.

There is a belief that the Moon Jar was named for its shape, resembling the moon at full. These jars were mostly used to store fermented food items and other necessities of daily life. They were, however, more than just functional. They were also appreciated as art pieces and were a fixture in the houses of Korean elites.

The process of creating Moon Jars is labor-intensive and requires the skill of skilled artisans. Each jar is constructed by hand with clay coils, which makes the distinctive, rounded form. Following firing, each jar gets coated with a white glaze. This can result in small variations in texture and color that add to the uniqueness of each.

The Global Recognition of the Moon Jar

Through the years, the reputation of the Moon Jar has transcended borders and has earned it worldwide recognition as an icon in Korean arts and culture. Its timeless, minimalist style appeals to art lovers, collectors, scholars, and other art lovers across the globe. Moon Jars are displayed in galleries, museums, and private collections worldwide and remain a source of inspiration for artists and creatives.

The worldwide fascination for this particular Moon Jar was further reinforced in 2013 when The British Museum in London acquired an important Moon Jar, emphasizing its importance to the global culture. This acquisition put this Moon Jar at the forefront of discussions around culture, art, and appreciation of cross-cultural exchange.

The Beauty of Imperfection

One of the most fascinating features is its willingness to accept imperfections. The art of hand-crafting these jars usually results in variations in the design and glaze, which makes each one distinctive. In a society that increasingly is a fan of uniformity and precision, Moon Jar's imperfections are an important symbol of the uniqueness in diversity and individuality.

The Moon Jar's transformation from a prized cultural treasure in Korea to an international art symbol proves its timeless appeal and beauty. The simple, elegant form has significant philosophical and cultural value, reflecting Korea's rich heritage and art tradition. 

In honor of the worldwide recognition of the Moon Jar and its potential to bring inspiration across boundaries, it connects people worldwide in awe of its simple, beautiful form. This Moon Jar is much more than an art piece. The auction calendar on Auction Daily keeps you up-to-date on all the major events in the auction industry. It's your go-to resource for planning your bidding strategy and ensuring you never miss an opportunity to acquire that perfect piece.

[marveltrumpshate]

The MTH mod team is proud to bring back Marvel Trumps Hate for a seventh run! Inspired by Stony Trumps Hate and Fandom Trumps Hate, our purpose is to encourage fandom unity while raising money for nonprofit organizations that work to protect civil rights, marginalized and oppressed communities, and the environment.

Our fandom-wide fundraiser auction raised $36,852.10 USD for charity with the help of 156 generous creators and hundreds of bidders last year (and we not only hit a massive milestone to celebrate half a decade of MTH ($200k!), but we also surpassed it with a grand total of $215,652.53 raised over the past five years). This year, we’re looking forward to raising just as much awareness and money for some Marvel-ous causes!

Creator sign-ups will open in one month’s time, on Sunday, September 15, 12 AM ET (Eastern Time). Creators may offer different types of works such as fics, art, edits, videos, beta services, crafts, and more for any character, ship, or universe in the Marvel multiverse.

Sign-ups will run until Saturday, September 28, 11:59 PM ET, which should give everyone plenty of time to think about what they’d like to offer, spread the word, and sign up as a creator!

There will be a preview week from October 13 to October 19, during which potential bidders can peruse all the auctions and start building their list of fanworks to bid on. We will also use this time to make corrections to auction pages before bidding begins.

The 2024 MTH Auction Week will then run from October 20 to October 26. All auction times are in ET. If you’re in a different time zone, you can convert times here.

Please follow us for updates and visit our About, How to Participate, Schedule, and FAQ pages for more information. If you have any questions after doing so, you can contact us here!

We believe our fandom is a caring community determined to help those in need just like the superheroes we love so much, so let’s unite, organize, and pay it forward. As the Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes theme song goes, “assembled, we are strong!”

[bugeyedfreaks]

So I found this Buyee auction for, I guess, 22 PPG model sheets and I’m not sure what the source for them is, but there are some interesting preview images:

[slocotion]

Marmalade the Dreaming Clown, and Sunny the Strawberry Clown 

These two handmade 4.5′’ posable clowns are up for auction until Saturday 11th of February! (check listings for exact times, they end an hour apart)

Link to auctions here: https://www.ebay.com/usr/slocotiondolls

EDIT:  if you’re on mobile click "desktop site" in browser settings to view full details/bidding options on each doll (it only shows the image preview otherwise)

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[yorknewauction]

Yorknew Art Auction Preview 5

Full Preview | Oct 1st