#cork coated fabric

[zhalfirin-binds]

WIP interview with a vampire

Part III turn-in’s (or how I fucked them up and fixed them)

Working with cork cloth turns out to be an interesting experience. It combines a couple of qualities I did not expect. For once it’s rather reluctant to get glued down. I used undiluted PVA and still had to do each side separately and let it sit with a weight on top a moment for the glue to stick before I could keep going.

When working with it it behaves a bit like leather and a bit like cloth. The good thing there is, it stretches slightly similar to leather. Not quite as far, but a bit. The bad thing, there’s glue everywhere as if working with un-backed cloth (the good thing of the bad thing, somehow stains don’t show on the cork, so as long as your hands and the glue stay clean you’re good).

With the rather thick material I went for the same way I do leather corners. I took of the tip off the corner and left a small flap at the long side turn-in to cover the corner securely. Then I cut the corner as I usually would, safe the flap...  and this is where things went wrong. the angle wasn’t right and I had a gap between both turn in’s leaving a strip of board visible in the end. The cork cloth does stretch, but not that far. Luckily I keep cut-off’s until I’m done (yeah, this is not a first time experience for me -_-’) so I could glue on the ‘right’ strip of cork to fix it almost invisibly. 

Then I glued the short side turn-ins, cut along the edge of the turn-in in a 45 degree angle and peeled out the excess material from under the short side turn-in. I could have left it, but that way I’d have kind of bumpy corners and with the other material peeled out the corner is completely smooth.

[aycief]

my piece for @extraordinaryzine, a book focused on the daily lives of trainers and pokemon outside of battle !! i got to draw my bug-specialist gym leader oc and since fakemon weren't allowed.. well i hope it comes across what his ace might be :] i can't express enough how much fun i had working on this piece, please be sure to check out the rest of the free digital book here (link) !!

[ID: the first image is an illustration of a cluttered sewing room, and the second and third images show cropped detail shots. cork boards and the walls are covered in sketches of outfit concepts, sewing supplies, and sticky notes. the artist's original character, Azor, is seen sitting in the back at a sewing machine. he has light, warm-toned skin, pink eyes, and short grey hair, and is wearing a form-fitting long-sleeve black top, white jeans, and black boots. a joltik sits on his head. he has one arm over his chair as he turns around to call to the pokemon in the foreground. standing on a bench covered in loose sheets of fabric is an Eevee, looking down and raising one paw excitedly towards a Galvantula, who raises a palp up. a Spinarak stands next to Eevee and stares at it.

more bug-type pokemon are seen throughout the image, including: a Scatterbug and Spewpa sleeping under the bench in the foreground; a Silcoon, Caterpie, Weedle, and Joltik all around Azor's sticker-covered desk; a Tarountula clinging to a dress form that a Sizzlipede rests on like a scarf; two more Joltik, including a shiny one, on a spider web in the back left corner; and another Spinarak walking on the ceiling.

other miscellaneous decorations scattered around the room include an empty, heart-shaped coat hanger on the wall, with a long pink 'moth wing' cape with a fluffy white collar hanging next to it; a board with a display of the Enjay region gym badges (from left to right: ghost, water, ground, normal, fighting, fire, dragon, and bug); and a photo of Azor with his two siblings. /END ID]

[qifreyrepublic]

ahh hiii! I saw your blog and was wondering if I could request a yandere!Chuuya x Male!Reader whose love language is d3@th thr3@t$??? I was thinking maybe the reader was perfectly fine with the yandere tendencies and has a weird way of flirting. It’s perfectly fine if not :]

example:

“Chuuya, I will take an apple and shove it in your mouth before lighting you on fire and burning you alive.”

Man has killer ribs (literally)

Note; Zero idea when you asked this! And my sincerest apologies for not answering, I perhaps... Forgot this account existed, per se... Also, DEFINITELY OOC, I wrote this T almost 12am and did not go over for spelling errors, nor did I put s lot of effort into the writing... I promise to rewrite this in the future.

Pairing; Yan!Chuuya x Threatening!Male Reader

TRIGGER WARNING; Death threats, possible relationship toxicity, death jokes. (Do NOT reinact anything depicted in this writing.)

DO NOT REUPLOAD!!!

"Doll... Can you pass me the wine?"

Chuuya said with an exasperated sigh, his hands moving up to undo his waist coat, allowing it to drop to the floor with a soft-- 'thump.' Before be reached down and scooped up the fabric from the floor.

"Oh yeah? How about I do ya' another favor and shove it so far up your ass that it comes out your mouth and you become s wine fountain? Well, you might as well be! You drink that shit so much I'm surprised you haven't turned red!"

M/N said with an overly sarcastic tone; His legs were thrown lazily over the side of the couch, allowing them to dangle down while his h/c cascaded against the soft, velvety, red couch cushions.

"Besides, Chuuya! You have legs that work! Use them. Unless you want to end up like that one agency member... Cuntikida? Kunikooda? Kunkidoouh? Something or another."

*With a soft eye roll, Chuuya reached into the wine cabinet himself and pulled out the fanciest and strongest wine he could find; The bottle's glass was a deep maroon color which constrasted against the gold accents that surrounded the label and cork.

With a gentle pop, the bottle was opened, followed behind was the sound of a gentle pour of liquid rushing down into a glass.

"Don't tell me that mackerel Dazai tried to break in to find you."

*A huff escaped the h/c male's lips as he tossed his phone to the side, allowing the device to land onto the glass coffee table with a thud.*

"And what if he did, leprechaun? What are you going to do about it? Use your powers and cross the fucking rainbow to beat his ass?"

*M/N said with a scoff before throwing his legs to the side, allowing him to sit up properly.*

"Besides, you won't even let me leave this place! It's only natural to be bitchy you stupid ass ginger! What? Are you lacking braincekss to-- Hey! Chuuya!"

*M/N yelped, squirming about as Chuuya had grabbed him by the back of the shirt before pulling him up and holding him in the air as if he were a wet cat.*

"What you need to do is learn how to behave, doll. Maybe then I would be more lenient about letting you leave without being under my supervision."

*The ginger said before walking towards the bedroom and dropping the male into the bad and slipping into the man's lap, straddling him in the bed while his gloved hand either held a wine bottle or was tracing the jaw line of th male beneath him.

"Besides... You know what happened the last time you misbehaved, doll."

Chuuya said as he took a sip of his wine before placing a kiss to the man's cheek; His eyes sneakily stealing glances at the chain that was still connected to the bed.*

"Whatever! This is why you failed go become the better Ed-Sheeran you Ayano ripoff!!"

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"Would you shut up already?"

"I hope your motorcycle crashes next time you're out and you die!"

[gametastic-photography]

My workspace is a mess, yet, in some way, an organized mess.

On the left are horse names, hotkeys, and things I plan to make. Bottom is random stuff like what horse coats are used for custom horse coat textures. Bottom right is random stuff that doesn't correspond to anything else, really. The top right is the new list I made of horse coats to replace in stables.

I also have a quote sticker pinned onto the top.

I never knew corkboard would be so handy in the end!

Maybe I'll make more corkboards and cover them with duck fabric from a craft store and put them up underneath.

Cork seems good at absorbing sound. So maybe an idea for cheap sound panels? Because they want way too much than I'm willing to spend on Amazon or anywhere else.

[astrid19202]

what’s this? finally an update from me?! lmfao. this was actually an anonymous request, I hope you like it!

“Your so pretty”

Luke slumped to his knees as you shut the door behind you. Your flowy skirt suddenly lifted as his blonde curly head tried diving under making you laugh and push him away.

Tonight was Michael’s birthday, so to celebrate a party was thrown. Since you decided only to have a couple shots, enough to still drive home, you let Luke drown in tequila as much as he pleased.

“Lu, you’re drunk. C’mon let’s get you to bed”

Taking his large ring clad hands, you helped guide him back up to his feet as he stumbled slightly in his step before grasping at your hips and pulling you into his chest.

“But I want you” He murmured as his lips began kissing at your neck and sucking into it as your head tilted to the side.

Despite the wetness gathering between your thighs, you didn’t feel right about sleeping with him while he was drunk and you were still sober. It’d feel like taking advantage even though you’d been together for quite a few years now.

But god, even through the bloodshot eyes and wavering balance, he still managed to make you feel weak. His once styled hair was messy, button up shirt now halfway undone, showing his collarbones and silver angel necklace. His black pinstriped trousers hugged his legs perfectly and stubble tickled your jaw as he pecked at you.

“But I’m not even nearly as drunk as you are. Let’s just go cuddle and get to sleep okay?”

You pulled back and began taking his suit jacket off while he whined and sat against the couch. His messy blonde hair shook as his head tilted back, his blue pupils blown out and pink lips pouted while his muscled arms crossed in distaste.

Kissing his cheek you waltzed to the coat rack and hung up his jacket, humming to yourself.

As you turned back to the living room, Luke was out of sight making your brows furrow in confusion.

But the sound of bottles clinging together in the Fourier made you sigh. He’d gone to the alcohol display that you only had for guest, as you both didn’t drink frequently and only certain occasions. Though you couldn’t deny the cute center piece and decided why not.

Peeking your head around, you saw Luke digging through the rack of bottles inside the glass case.

“YES I FOUND IT” He yelled, grasping the bottle of wine before swinging on his heels to see you standing there.

“oh” He whispered sheepishly, realizing he did not need to yell in the first place.

“You’ve had enough to drink, put it away” You laughed.

“It’s not for me honey, it’s for you” Popping the cork, he took your hand and placed the bottle in your hand with a dopey smile.

“For me?”

“Mhm drink up, the faster you do the quicker I can get into this” He smirks, his fingers skimmed over the top of your dress and tugged at the strap.

Peeking at the bottle and back up to him, you quirked an eyebrow while biting your lip, still feeling a bit unsure.

“Oh c’mon baby” Once again his fingers wrapped around you, his glittered eyelids heavy with lust as he looked down at you and skimmed his other hand down to your leg.

Stretching his hand out, he slowly moved it up and up, the pad of his thumb rubbing along the way as it inched closer and closer to your heat before stopping at the inside of your thigh.

Your heart was pounding, your breathe wavering in your throat as the pulse point below you sped up in sudden desperation as he sucked into your neck again.

Without saying a word, you brought the bottle up your lips and took a large swig.

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“Fuck”

Your back hit the fridge as both your lips worked together, his tongue gliding against yours in a messy kiss.

With fingers dug into Luke’s hair, tugging and pulling to feel him closer to you as his own gripped at your thighs, you moaned as he lifted you up.

“Need to fucking get inside you” He groaned, moving his hands up your thighs and pulling at your sides of your underwear, the sound of the fabric stretching and tearing made you ache in anticipation.

Your head was spinning, both from the wine and from the rush he gave you. You simply couldn’t wait either.

“Please” Your head tilted back as his mouth worked down your neck, marks blossoming over your the top of your breasts that spilled from your dress.

“Yea? You gonna take me baby? Let me fuck you real good” Pants and boxers now dropped at his ankles, Luke’s hungry eyes took in the image of you pressed into the refrigerator, back arched, chest heaving and begging for him.

“Y-yes, yes please I need your cock so bad”

“Mhm I’ll give it you baby”

His fingers wrapped around your hips in a tight grip to secure your position before pulling you up closer to him.

With daunting eyes starring up at you, Luke’s mouth worked lower at your skin until he shoved into you, making a gasp emit from your throat as your nails dug into the back of his silk shirt.

“Goddamn your cunt feels so good” He groaned, a slight slur to his tone from the alcohol coursing through his veins. But it was true nonetheless.

Bracing his stature Luke fucked into you at a rapid pace making your back drag up and down against the fridge door. Magnets fell from behind you, making multiple loud clatter sounds and the dishes that were stacked nearby shake from the table top.

You couldn’t say a word, not with the way the man above you was taking away your breathe.

Your thighs squeezed around his hips in a desperate effort to keep yourself upright as your body moved up and down from the movements.

“L-Luke Luke” You cried out, a trembling in your voice as you moaned loudly with his tempered groaning wrapping into your own sounds like a melodic song.

With a silver ringed hand around your throat, his pelvic movements quickened, the harshness of his cock going harder sending you into a spiral.

“Yea that’s it, scream my fucking name” The smugness dripping from his tongue as short pants left his lips.

“M’gonna cum Lu” You whimpered, your eyes closing shut as he dragged the hand once around your throat, back down to your waist before sliding out.

Your legs dropped onto the kitchen floor, your balance stumbling as the throbbing of your orgasmic brink between your legs dangled in your face like a joke.

Whining, soft “no’s” left your lips in confusion at the sudden abruption.

“Not yet baby, I’m not stopping until I’ve fucked you on as many places as I can before you can’t take it anymore”

A whimper escaped as you felt your core get desperately wetter.

Lifting your chin up, he made you look up at him as a taunting smirk adorned his face.

“That okay doll?”

With a rapid nod of your head and a squeaked out “yes” he guided you through the kitchen before shoving some stuff off the counter.

Grasping your hips he bent you over it, your cheek pressed into the marble top as your hands gripped at the flat surface.

Flipping your skirt up, his large hand spanked at your ass that was exposed to him, making you lurch forward and moan.

“You like that dirty girl? You want more?” Spank.

His rings hit against the plumpness of your ass as he continued to spank you, the skin turning red.

Luke’s head felt dizzy, but a good dizzy as his chest heaved and his hand continued to slap at your ass, watching the way your thighs pressed together in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure. He loved seeing how good you looked, the sounds leaving your mouth as you took everything he gave you with a moan and a smile.

Thinking you had enough, his middle finger dipped between your thighs to rub at your clit.

“I-Uh please Lu” Your head titled as your fingers braced at the sides of the counter.

Moving a large hand up, he gripped at your hair, lifting your head up just slightly as your back arched and ass pressed against him.

Shoving into you, Luke moaned and tilted his head back. You felt so good and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Such a good girl for me baby” His hand slapped at your ass once more before pounding into you again.

Your body lurched forward and back at the harshness of his thrusts, knuckles turning white from the grip you had at the edge of the counter. All you could do was open your mouth in shock and pleasure as small breaths escaped your lips.

With Luke’s grip loosened on your hair a bit, you took the moment to look back at him.

Biting on your bottom lip and drunken blown out eyes, you said, “please, fuck me harder”.

Moaning to himself, he shook his head and gripped back on your hair and pushed your head down.

With lips hovering over your ear as his thrusts slowed down, he replied, “Yea you want it harder, want me to fuck you like a slut baby?”

Nodding in his grip, your hips circled back into him encouragingly.

“Mhm please Luke, gimme it”

“Fucking hell” Gripping at your waist, he elevated you slightly on your toes, making your legs close to giving out he slammed into you and pressed into your ass.

With one hand kneading your ass, his cock harshly plummeted into you from behind harder than before.

“Luke” You squeaked, feeling him hit your g-spot with repeated motions.

“Again” He demanded, groaning as his hips hit hard into your ass, still stinging red from the spanking he gave you earlier.

“Ugh Luke” You cried, your orgasm taunting you once again.

“You gonna come baby?”

“Y-yes” Big mistake.

Pulling out, your feet once again dropped to the floor as your legs closed with the ache more fiery than before. This time you had enough.

“Alright baby now-“

“No, that’s it”

Luke’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as you took his hand and dragged him to the living room.

Pushing him down into the couch, you watched as he manspread after, making you whimper, as you were desperate for a release already.

Straddling his lap, he hissed as you sunk down onto his cock, the skirt of your dress bunched around your waist revealing his hands gripping your ass as your back arched into him.

“Shit baby” He panted, his head tilting back into the cushion behind him as your hands gripped his shoulders.

Letting your own head fall back, you let the pleasure of his cock sitting inside you overtake your senses and began bouncing.

The sound of both your whimpers and moans filled the room as your hips rose and fell on him. The grip he had on your ass, helping guide your movements, encouraged you to move faster and harder.

“Yea that’s it baby, ride me just like that. You gonna cum with me like this?”

“Yes Lu, I want it”

Winding your hips, you sank up and down on his cock at a rigorous pace as he started thrusting back up into you, the motion making him nudge your clit perfectly as your eyes fell closed, a whine leaving your lips at the feeling.

He moaned out, letting his own sub tendencies go as you gripped at the chain on his neck and pulled slightly making the chain tighten.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, cmon do it with me baby” He panted, lifting his head up to suck at your breasts. His mouth attached to your nipple, biting and sucking as he gripped harder on your ass and pressed you down into his lap.

Now taking control again, he fucked up into as you started to finished.

Grunting your name, Luke spilled inside you as you came around him. The feeling leaving you both content as he kissed at your neck and chest, a satisfied smile adorning both your faces.

The buzz of the alcohol and post orgasm settled in both your veins.

Hugging you close, Luke laid on the couch, with your head on his chest as you both took the time to catch your breathe.

“We’re definitely doing that again”

[whump-a-la-mode]

Could you do a Supervillain being betrayed by Villain, and going to the Hero literally begging for help with their wounds?

Oh, this is a super interesting idea! I hope you like what I’ve come up with, and I’d be willing to maybe to continue this in the future if anyone is interested. Thanks for the ask and enjoy!

CW//Environmental whump, frostbite

Supervillain placed their hand on Villain’s shoulder.

“All of this.” Supervillain spoke, gaze cast downwards upon their apprentice. “It’s going to be ours.”

“I know.” Villain murmured in response, icy voice casting out over half-frozen lips.

Another step forwards, they stood on the edge of a skyscraper’s roof, the perfect view of the city of Metropolis. Dusk had long since been cast on the cityscape, leaving the streets cast in streetlight yellow and the tips of buildings dyed a deep purple.

The world was asleep, aside from taxi drivers and late night drinkers. They would be the necessary causalities. There were always some.

“Villain? Are you ready?”

Supervillain removed their hand, taking a step away from their apprentice. From their pocket, they removed a small vial, the blue liquid inside sloshing and bubbling.

“I think so.” Villain nodded as they took the vial.

“Don’t drink it all.” Supervillain warned, taking another cautionary step away. Their arms were already turning to gooseflesh in Villain’s mere presence. In an attempt to warm themself, they allowed a small flame to dance in their cupped hands. The warmth was subtle, but comforting.

“Just a sip. You only need a sip. Then, the whole city will be ours.”

Supervillain could see the tips of their apprentice’s ears turning icy blue. A nervous habit. They wished they could hold their hand, pet their hair, comfort them in some way, but everyone knew:

Fire and ice do not mix.

“Just a sip.” Villain repeated under their breath.

They closed their eyes, uncorked the vial, and took a cautious sip. Just a drink. Less than a fourth of the vial. Then, they replaced the cork, put the vial in their bottle, and took a deep breath.

Supervillain watched as their apprentices palms began to shine with condensation, which then turned to a thin, crystalline sheet of ice. Soon enough, the sheen was running up their arms, their neck, down their torso and their legs. From Villain’s feet, ice spread along the ground, a miniature skating rink around their shoes.

The ice continued to creep up their face, over their chin, their lips, their nose.

It almost reached their eyes before Villain struck.

With a great force, they slammed their hands down on the roof railing, shimmering crystals launching outwards from either palm. It climbed down the posts of the railing, down the side of the building, cascading outwards as the wind began to whip with nipping snow.

“All of this- It’s going to be- It-” Villain stammered, a child’s excitement overwhelming their words.

“It’s going to be ours.” Supervillain nodded. “All ours.”

“No, not ours.” Villain shook their head.

“I- I think- I think it’s going to be mine!”

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“It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.” Hero reassured, placing down the shivering civilian in their arms onto the cot. Fingers frozen nearly stiff, the civilian struggled to pull the blanket around themself, prompting Hero to help them move it into place.

“You’re alright. Just stay here and warm up.”

With one last look at the civilian’s shaken eyes, Hero turned, giving a brief glance to the rest of the recovery center.

It had been set up in a hotel, cots shoved into every inch of space of the lobby, each occupied by a civilian hidden beneath layers and layers of blankets. Well, they weren’t all blankets. Any fabric was fair game. Coats, towels, tarps, whatever could trap body heat.

There were already hundreds here, countless more in other recovery centers around the city. Yet, homes and businesses were still filled with innocents, struggling to keep warm with furnaces not designed for anything approaching this level of chill.

Thousands more people needed help. Thousands more people needed to be freed from the ice, to be brought somewhere with enough heat to keep them alive.

Hero placed their hand in their pocket, about to pull out their communicator, to be sent to the next disaster site.

Their hand stilled at the sound of a scream. Something was going on outside, if the next battery of shouts was anything to go by. They put their communicator away, pulled up the hood of their coat, and raced out of the hotel’s front doors.

“Get away from them!”

“Run, run!”

“They’re coming this way, get out of the way, get out of the way!”

Hero burst into the whipping wind and snow, feeling flecks of ice snap at their nose and cheeks. Their gloved hands struggled to keep their hood in place, eyes squinting in an effort to see through the blizzard.

Outside, an incoming crowd parted, seemingly more afraid of whatever was in the middle of them than of the whistling cold. Fighting against the wind, Hero moved forward.

It was not until they had broached the crowd that they heard the name.

Supervillain.

“Is that really them?”

“It has to be, look, look-”

“There’s fire! There’s fire in their hand!”

“Get away, get away, grab Sophie and get away!”

The more the crowd parted, the easier it became to see what had frightened the civilians so greatly.

In the middle of the group, a person was kneeling, hands pressed against the icy concrete. Their violent shivering was visible, even through the snow. A tiny orange glow flickered beneath one of their palms, dying out every time that it managed to reignite.

Hero took a step closer. The kneeling figure began to crawl forth on their hands and knees.

They couldn’t move. Hero couldn’t move. In all truth, they wanted to join the civilian crowd, to run. If they were right, if this was Supervillain-

The most dangerous person in all of Metropolis, if not the most dangerous person in the world. Every time Hero’s team had faced them, they’d wound up wounded, weeping, and, more often than once, missing a team member.

Supervillain had placed far too many graves in the city’s cemetery.

The figure crawled until they were at Hero’s feet. Only then did their raise their head, reveal their face.

Hero’s doubt were dispelled in an instant, the same instant in which their heart threatened to jump into their throat and suffocate them. They scrambled several steps backwards, leaving Supervillain once more alone on the pavement.

“Please.”

For a moment, Hero thought the croaking groan had come from the crowd, from someone elderly. Yet, when it came again, the source became much more clear.

“Please. Please. Please, help me, I’m g-g-going to die.”

Supervillain sounded as though they barely had the breath in their lungs to produce the words. Their lips quivered, barely hiding chattering teeth.

This was a chance. If Hero did nothing, if they stood, if they allowed the cold to take Supervillain’s life, then the city would be safer. So, so much safer.

Yet...

Hero’s feet seemed to act almost of their own accord as they moved forward, towards the blue-faced figure on the ground. They hoisted Supervillain up into their arms, burying their face, and therefore their vital airways, into their chest.

“It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.” 

The words came out without Hero’s permission. Yet, they came out all the same.

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Medic removed the headpiece of their foil fireproof suit, taking a deep breath of fresh air as they moved onto taking off the suit’s large, bulky gloves.

“They’re stable.” They announced once their wits had been returned to them.

Hero glanced behind their teammate, eyeing the steel door and its plaque, reading:

‘Quarantine’

They couldn’t help but feel as though they were in Chernobyl as Medic began the process of taking off the rest of the suit.

“Stable?”

“They won’t die on us anytime soon. But it’s... Not a pretty sight.”

Hero furrowed their brow. “What do you mean? They were only hypothermic?”

Medic gave a sympathetic glance.

“They’ll be lucky if they wind up with ten fingers and ten toes, by the end of it. Whatever it is about their powers... It’s like they’re allergic to ice, or something similar to that.”

“Allergic?”

“I said, it’s not pretty. But, they should live.”

Finally out of their suit, Medic looked like a normal person once more, aside from their rosy cheeks and ears. The cold had done a number on all of them, even the warmth of the base had yet to bring them back to full strength.

“I was afraid you’d say that.” Hero muttered under their breath.

“I’m not the one who decided to bring them back.”

Hero’s cheeks flushed for a reason other than cold.

“I don’t know why I-”

“There’s not a lot we can do about it.” Medic hung up their suit outside of the quarantine room-- They’d be needing it again soon. Rubbing their hands together, they sat down on the bench beside Hero.

“Do you think they can get out?”

Medic ran their tongue over their teeth.

“Well, they’re strapped down, inside an airtight case, and in the isolation chamber.” They sighed. “If we’re lucky, it might keep them for a few hours.”

“Do you think Leader will be back by then?” Hero questioned.

Medic’s shoulders tightened.

“Who’s gonna tell them about, uh, this?”

“Not me.”

“Not me.”

“Tell me about what?” Leader asked from where they’d been standing in the doorway.

Hero and Medic paled.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @somethingclevermahogony!

Find the Word Tag

My words are: Fright, Fly, Fire, and Fang

Your words are: Squeeze, Saw, Memory, and Cork

Hm, MG3 is getting pretty long, let's see what I can find in there

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From their shirt, they tore a strip of fabric and began winding it above the wound as a tourniquet, only for the puncture to start bleeding at twice the rate. Avymere tore the cloth away, hands shaking as adrenaline warred against rational thought. That wasn't how tourniquets were supposed to work!

Hardly pausing to think, Avymere wrapped the cloth as a bandage instead. They were careful not to bind it too tightly, lest Elsind's thin, lilac blood come spilling out like water from a punctured wineskin. The changeling was still shaking frightfully, which didn't make it easy.

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'We're about... three days from Alfburn, with enough rations to make it there without too much trouble. We think we are going to try to get their army instead. Avymere says they don't know that city as well as Whitefang, but it wasn't like we were going to have an easy time there anyways. I just thought we'd let you know.'

Astra let out a deep breath. At least they weren't abandoned in the heart of the desert or some crazy shit like that. So long as they could make it to a city, the plan could still fly.

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The changeling sighed and shifted the tent they carried. "It could've been worse. They could've sold us both to slavers."

"It could've been worse, true, but that doesn't make it right," the Duchon spat

The fire in Avymere's chest was almost foreign to them. They'd felt anger many times, yes, but then, they'd always been holding the cards. They'd known what was happening and how to control it. Only when Vermir had invaded their home had that control they'd taken for granted been stripped away.

Now some peasant thought he could leave them and Elsind stranded I'm the desert on no more grounds than not trusting changelings? It was ridiculous! And there was, for once, nothing they could do about it.

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Brushing the road dust from their coat, Avymere walked serenely over to the caravan master. Their posture and clothing seemed to scream lower nobility - the kind that was more of a merchant than a lord. The only thing off was that breathing mask. It was too memorable. Too occult.

"Sir!" the Duchon called. They waved boldly at the caravan master, who had stepped off his crate for a sip of water. "You wouldn't happen to be heading to Whitefang, would you?"

The lizardfolk man cocked his head, blinking buggy yellow eyes as he took in Avymere's appearance. They had modified their accent to sound more Unitian - a flawless rendition to Elsind's untrained ears, at least - and smiled with a focused, businesslike intensity.

I don't think I've ever seen their real smile, the changeling realized, glancing up as the clouds as he trailed after them. It's always been some mask or another, except in the demiplane.

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I'll tag @leahnardo-da-veggie @diabolical-blue @mysticstarlightduck @phoenixradiant and anyone else who wants in :)

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Find the Word Tag

tagged by @theunboundwriter to find the words Felt, Hold, Seen/Saw, and Left/Leave! thank!

again, from One More Time (With Feeling), about a bunch of artists in Chicago! wattpad || ao3

felt:

Chayton sits at the foot of your bed. The old box spring creaks under his weight. “I’m going to be right back,” you say. You put the sketchbook back down and take a step backward. “Um. Help yourself to looking at whatever. I’ll just be a minute.” He nods, distracted, as if he’s barely heard you. You duck out, closing the door only halfway behind you so as not to make him feel cornered, like you would. Once you’re out of view, you slap your hands over your mouth, pacing back and forth for a few seconds. What is wrong with you? You haven’t felt like this since you were at school working for a diploma, but this feels so much more important than a grade ever did. God, March, he’s just a guy! Who cares if he’s your idol and he’s sitting in your bedroom looking at your work oh God oh God oh God. You gently smack your own cheeks a few times and take a deep breath. You run into the kitchen for a glass of water, and then you can’t stall anymore, so you head back.

hold:

You step into a tiny hallway that leads to a kitchen on the left and into a large, single studio room ahead. There’s a mattress in the corner with an open laptop playing music resting on the green sheets. Above it is a dream catcher made of rainbow striped yarn and sticks, and the walls are covered with cork boards and magnetic white boards, with hundreds of scraps of paper with scribbles and sketches and paint samples and things cut out from magazines and newspapers pinned up. In the far corner is a painted up metal box full of cans of spray paint. There are windows on almost every wall and all of them have the shades open as he crouches down in the middle of the room, surrounded by scraps of fabric and bottles of ink and other screenprinting materials. “I like it,” you say. “Shut up,” he laughs. “It’s a mess.” “No, I mean it,” you say. He doesn’t look up. You walk around to his front and crouch down as he finishes putting down some ink over a stencil of bear, standing on its hind legs and holding a rocket launcher. “What’s this?” “I’m working on some new stencils for my silk screening business,” he says. He glances up for a moment. “Just messing around with some scraps until I get it right. Don’t waste shirts and bags and whatever that way.” “You have a business?” “Yeah,” he says.

saw:

Finally, you decide on [a canvas] about as long as you are tall and two feet or so high, thin and narrow. Perfect. It’s much too big for your easel so you spread your dropcloth out to its full size and lie the canvas down on the floor. You prime it with a coat of black, and before it dries, another, thicker one up top so it can drip down the front. Then, once it dries, another dripping layer of pearl star yellow, one of ivory, one of marigold. You want texture and substance and something you could bite into, layers so thick onlookers have to chew their way out. Once it dries, you sketch out a skyline with a white conté crayon, then drop it in your bucket of sketching odds and ends before going back to your paint. It’s not the Chicago skyline, it’s not even what you saw yesterday, it’s just… a place you see in your head sometimes and couldn’t figure out how to put down until last night.

left:

“This side,” he says, gesturing over to the right. You plop down in one of the forward facing seats, and he drops down in front of you. “I don’t have cooties,” you joke. He props himself up against the wall and turns to grin at you. “I know. But we both need to be able to see through the windows.” He pulls out another sticker from his pocket, a smaller one, this time, of a black and white stencil of a robot holding a sign that says, “Peace!” He peels it off and sticks it to the back of the seat in front of him, perfectly flat with no lines or bubbles, and crumples up the backing and slips it in his pocket. “How far is it?” you ask. You leave the lid on your coffee this time, so the bumping train doesn’t spill it down your front. You take a sip. He throws his left arm over the headrest of his seat and pulls his knees up, balancing his coffee cup on them with his other hand. “Not very,” he says.

tagging @drippingmoon @klywrites @papercutsunset to find the words blue, lamp, smoke, and magnet!

[thiefoflight68]

Open For Business - Baku/Deku Long Fic on A03. This is a fun chapter! +18 only - Minors DNI

A fun play sex scene between the boys.

Katsuki slid on the dark suit and red tie, the nerd had even included the shoes. He had dried his hair enough so that his blonde spikes were almost perfect. He wondered what Deku was planning, probably jumping him as soon as he walked in the door, he smiled, fine by him. His body vibrated with every passing moment, he took a deep breath, fuck, he was going to cum just thinking about burying himself into the greenette. He stepped out of the bathroom and slid on the glasses. He knocked gently on the bedroom door and then walked to the front door, how long would he have to wait? He grabbed his black trench coat and gloves, sliding them on as he went outside. Standing on the small balcony he looked out over the city. The cold air was held in by storm clouds that blocked any starlight. Lamplights dotted the streets and reflected off of wet pavement. He heard movement in the kitchen. He was glad for the cold, it was calming him down. God he loved this man, what had he been thinking? Thankfully his grandfather had given him the slap he needed, Katsuki would make this place the perfect home for him, for both of them. He liked being able to keep an eye on him during the day and if this was what waited for him at home, then who cared where the fuck he lived? The noise quieted.

He turned back to the door and knocked. “Come in,” Deku called. Katsuki opened the door. The sounds of music drifted from the apartment.

Izuku stood in the kitchen, he had pulled on the apron that Kacchan had given him at Christmas. The ties of the apron tickling his backside. On a plate he had arranged fresh strawberries and whipped cream. He was opening a bottle of chilled white wine as the blonde came in the door, a blast of cold air with him. For a brief moment the cold prickled his skin and then his emerald eyes took in the large man standing in the hallway and heat flushed through his body. The dark trench coat was enough to make him go weak, but with the dark suit, red tie at his neck, black leather gloves and the glasses. He shivered, why did this big blonde look so amazing? He looked completely different, almost ominous, desire pulled at him. Izuku was hard and all Kacchan had done was walk in the door.

“Welcome home,” Izuku purred as he leaned sideways against the kitchen counter. “I was just opening some wine.” He popped the cork and poured some in each wine glass. He lifted one taking a drink, hooded eyes staring over the rim.

Katsuki was not prepared for what he saw in the kitchen. The nerd was wearing the apron he had bought him at Christmas but not much else. His shirt appeared to be sheer black with shimmering green in the soft lamplight. His legs were bare which made Bakugou want to turn him around to see what covered his ass. Around his neck was a leather collar with silver studs. Lust blasted through his veins.

“Let me get you out of your coat first.” Izuku came forward, sliding his hands under the trenchcoat and pushing it firmly off of his shoulders and arms. Shaking it out he moved to the coat rack and hung it, letting the blonde take in his backside.

Bakugou’s gaze never left the nerd as he hung his coat. He could see the shirt was cropped high, just above his hips. Two bands of fabric on his hips ended in a small triangle of fabric, the band disappearing into his soft curved ass. His body throbbed but he waited, he knew the nerd wanted control.

Midoriya turned and walked past the blonde, he stopped in front of him. “Can you help me?”

“With what?” Katsuki’s voice was strained.

“I’m finished in the kitchen, could you untie me please.”

The Blonde chuckled, the ties of the apron hung enticingly over his bare ass.

‘Fuck’

Laying a gloved hand on one cheek, he felt the firm roundness. He pulled one tie with the other hand, letting the apron fall loose from his waist.

“Thank you, won’t you join me for some wine to relax?”

Katsuki started to remove his gloves.

“No,” Izuku peeked provocatively over his shoulder, “leave those on.” He pulled the apron off and walked back into the kitchen offering him a wine glass.

Bakugou tried to swallow, he took a few deep breaths. The outfit was amazing. The sheer fabric let him see Deku’s toned chest, it was cut just above his trim waist. A very small amount of netted fabric covered his now swelling erection. Then there was the collar around his neck.

‘Fuck’

He walked to the other side of the kitchen counter, his pants bulging, taking the offered glass of wine. His fiery red gaze landed on the strawberry plate. “Dessert?”

Green curls nodded.

He shook his head. “You know Babe, I’m not much of a dessert person.”

Izuku took a strawberry and slid it through the whipped cream. He licked the whip cream off slowly and popped it into his mouth and smiled. “Good, I wasn’t planning on sharing.”

Bakugou laughed painfully, he took a sip of wine. Setting it down, he reached out his hand to touch the collar. Deku backed out of his range. “I have only one rule tonight.”

“Only one?” he raised his brows.

The sweet mouth laughed around the strawberry, “Just one, no hands, without permission, the gloves should help you remember that.”

“And you?”

“Me too, but,” he turned to put the wine back in the refrigerator. Bakugou admired his ass again, the small strip of fabric disappearing where he very much wanted to be right now. “I get to break the rules whenever I want.” Deku winked at him. Katsuki smiled and picked up the wine glass this time he took a long swallow.

Izuku was having a hard time not attacking him at this point, he was so fucking sexy with those glasses. “I think it's time we get you more comfortable.” The blonde held out his hands and raised his brows.

‘What?”

“I believe your rule is no hands, but since you can break the rule, will you help me?” Deku laughed, moving around the island he helped him out of his coat. He folded it carefully over the chair. It took everything for Katsuki not to touch him again.

“Here, let’s loosen your tie a bit.” Izuku loosened the knot and unbuttoned the top few buttons. “Sorry for cheating, but this would be difficult without hands.”

“What happens if I use my hands?” He teased, the nerd paused. Bakugou could see the nerd thinking, he must not have anticipated that question.

Izuku looked at the blonde, he knew there was not much that would keep him from touching him, he always did what he wanted at some point. An idea popped into his mind.

‘Would it be too much?’

Hesitantly he walked into the kitchen and opened a drawer. He saw an assortment of utensils. He had read that certain types of spatulas can work for playing in the bedroom because they don’t hurt as badly. He held his breath, would this work? He pulled out a rubber spatula.

Katsuki tensed as he saw him walk back with the spatula, he wanted to laugh, but he could see the nerd was serious. Was he going to really spank him? The nerd didn’t realize he had very thick skin, it would take a lot to stop him.

Deku handed it to him, “if you use your hands, then you have to spank me with this.” His green eyes glinted wickedly. Bakugou looked at the spatula. “Take it,” Deku pushed it towards him, The Blonde took the handle.

“What happens if you use your hands?” Izuku repeated.

“I have to spank you with this.” Bakugou was completely floored. He hadn’t expected to have to use it on him. “But what about me?”

“What about you?”

Katsuki didn’t want to hurt him, fuck. “I thought.”

The nerd smiled, “You think too much Kacchan.” He turned around and laid himself over the counter. “Should we try it once to see how it feels, just in case later you want to break the rule, you’ll understand what will happen.”

Bakugou looked at the sweet ass bent over invitingly, he wanted to see him cum, he looked at his fingers. No hands.

‘Fuck’

“Kacchan, I’m waiting.”

“Fuck Deku, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Izuku turned his head around, “I don’t want you to either, so do this so you remember my rule.” He waited a moment, “Okay Kacchan, I won’t force you.” The spatula hit him on the left cheek, hard, the sting pinched his skin and surprised him, it did hurt for a second, but then softened. He needed the blonde to think otherwise. He clenched his teeth and moaned softly.

Katsuki watched the nerd react. He hated hearing him in pain, but he was also so fucking sexy moaning like that. He sucked in his breath, “Did that hurt? I’m sorry.” He stopped, he had almost grabbed him with his hands. He clenched his fists, “I understand, I won’t use my hands.”

Midoriya looked at him very seriously, hiding his smile, “please don’t, it does sting” he rubbed his butt cheek.

Bakugou felt himself come apart, now he understood why he had made him hit him. He would do anything not to use his hands.

Izuku chuckled, his plan had worked. “Sit down Kacchan,” Midoriya guided him into the chair, he looked a little stunned. “Kacchan?”

‘Had he gone too far?’

He put a palm on the blonde’s face. “Is this okay?” He asked softly, looking into the beautiful red eyes that were blazing like fire. He was about to admit it didn’t really hurt.

Bakugou looked into those dark orbs, he tucked his hands under his legs. “It’s okay, you just surprised me.”

“You don’t like surprises.”

“I don’t,” he thought for a moment, then he smiled, “well, up until now.”

Midoriya kissed the blonde without touching him, he sucked deeply, tugging at his lips, he laced his tongue with his, sweeping through his mouth, tasting every part of him. He pulled back panting. He moved to his ear, nibbling the soft lobe, tugging and sucking gently.

Bakugou closed his eyes, the nerd’s hot mouth sending him past his limit. He wanted to grab him but he sat tight, letting him suck on his neck. Deku’s teeth raked his flesh, biting hard, Katsuki groaned, as his mouth sucked hard. “Fuck, I want you,” he rasped.

“We have to enjoy the appetizers before we jump to the main meal.” Izuku looked at those crimson eyes blazing. He saw those eyes look at the collar. “You can touch it” he lifted his chin.

Bakugou pulled out one gloved hand, “can I take off my gloves?”

Izuku nodded

Katsuki pulled off the gloves and wrapped his hand gently around the collar, why did it turn him on so much? He ran his thumb over the silver studs.

“Do you like it?”

“Fuck, I really do.”

Izuku leaned his head down pressing on Kacchan’s hand. “Okay, no more.” Bakugou held his hand there for a moment longer and then slid his hand back under his thigh.

“You scared me Kacchan, I thought I was going to get another spanking.”

“Sorry Babe,” the nerd dropped to his knees in front of him.

“We need to make you more comfortable. If I can’t use my hands, I may ruin your belt.”

Bakugou leaned back, “I can buy another one.” Green curls buried his face into the blonde’s body. The nerd’s chin rubbed against his hard cock, Katsuki groaned again.

Izuku struggled to pull the belt out with his teeth, but knowing he was driving Kacchan crazy he decided to try to finish without his hands. Finally he was able to free the latch. Biting the end he stood and walked backwards freeing it from the belt loops.

Katsuki grunted. His Deku was on fire tonight and his body was straining, every nerve ending alive, his blood felt hot, his cock so hard it was painful. “Please.” He growled. The nerd sank back down, this time using his hands he unbuttoned the black trousers. Bakugou heard the plate sliding across the table, looking over, the nerd was pulling the strawberries towards them. He groaned again, he knew what the greenette was about to do, his hands clenched under his thighs,

“You asked so nicely.” Izuku’s voice was husky.

“I want to hold you Deku, feel you.”

“Soon Kacchan” He scooped a large amount of cream and rubbed it over the tip of the blonde’s large cock in his hand.

Katsuki leaned his head back, his jaw clenched against the cold whipped cream being smeared over his dick. “Fuck!” He gasped as the nerd’s hot tongue began licking.

“You get really handsy when I suck you Kacchan.” Midoriya continued licking the sweet cream, his tongue working over every inch. Some as it dripped down further, he chased it down with his tongue. “I’m worried.”

“I won’t,” his voice strained.

“But it’s my ass not yours.” Izuku grimaced playfully.

He picked up a strawberry and covered it liberally with whip cream, taking the cold fruit, he rubbed it across Kacchan’s sensitive skin, leaving a thick streak of cream. He slid the twitching cock into his mouth, sucking up the whipped cream as he closed his mouth tasting the sweet flavor. Greedily he lapped at every bit, then slowly he came back to the tip, playfully licking.

Katsuki struggled to restrain his hands, he was itching to grab Deku and hold his head, to thrust into that hot mouth.

Izuku looked up, holding the blonde’s gaze, he popped the strawberry into his mouth, the red juice dripping from his mouth, trickling down his chin and neck. “Oops I ‘m making a mess.” He laughed. “You like strawberries, don’t you Kacchan?” He crawled into the blonde’s lap, chewing slowly. “Help me clean up.”

Katsuki leaned forward and licked Deku’s chin, the sweet flavor mixed with the taste of his skin. The nerd lifted his chin giving him access to his neck. The liquid had stopped at the collar, slowly seeping into the leather. Bakugou started there, licking along the thick leather, he sucked hard at the skin, biting gently.

“Hmmm, that feels so good” Izuku's heart was hammering so hard he felt light headed, the storm in his body was slamming against him demanding release, he thrust against the blonde’s erection. Kacchan latched his mouth hard, biting at his neck again. Izuku arched against the pain, icy chills rippled up his spine, washing him in pleasure, he groaned.

“Deku, I’m serious, I need to fuck you right now.” Katsuki’s voice had lost its playfulness.

Another tremor shuddered through Midoriya’s body, the sense of power he had felt from the moment Kacchan had stood waiting for him at the door inflamed his pleasure. He pulled away panting from the torment on his neck, standing back up, he grabbed the spatula and the blonde’s red tie and pulled him to the couch. Flipping out a blanket, he teased. “We don’t want to make a mess.” He sat down looking at the big blonde, he patted the couch on either side of him. “Kneel here Kacchan.”

Bakugou eyed him.

Izuku smiled, “you can’t use your hands so I thought this would be easier for you to,” he blushed. Seeing Bakugou so turned on, his cock so big, he felt bolder. “I know you like to thrust.” He held up his hand, “but you can’t cum in my mouth, when you're close you have to pull out. I really want to watch you cum Kacchan, especially with those glasses on.”

“Fuck nerd, stop saying that shit, you know how turned I am right now.” He straddled his nerd.

Izuku giggled, he shook a new bottle of lube, ”look, I got a new flavor”, he squeezed some in his hands and slathered the large cock. He began licking again. “You taste really good, cherry is so sweet.” He heard a slam as Kacchan braced himself on the wall behind the couch. Reaching up Midoriya let his hands explore the blonde’s body, leaving a sticky trail of lube across his skin. “I’ll clean that up later,” he teased as he finally took the whole of the hard erection into his mouth. He brought one hand around to Kacchan’s firm butt and pushed.

As soon as Katsuki felt the nerd push on him, he let himself go. He thrust hard, his forehead against the wall, his hands braced. He couldn’t stop, he felt so good, the nerd’s hands were running over his body, his mind was careening out of control, he couldn’t hold back, the wet hot mouth around him, the walls of Deku’s throat squeezing his cock, the pulsing started throbbing up through his groin. “Deku, I’m going to cum.”

Izuku pulled back and using all his strength pushed Kacchan’s hips down so that he was sitting down on his lap. Wrapping his hand around the blonde’s thick shaft he began to move his hand. The blonde was completely gone, his face distorted in pleasure as his ejaculation ripped through him, his teeth clenched, groaning loudly.

Katsuki slumped down, his forehead on his nerd’s shoulder. He froze, he realized his hands were on Deku’s shoulders. He moved them quickly to the couch cushion, trying to slow his breathing. The nerd’s arms hugged him, running over his back, through his hair. Bakugou could feel the greenette’s own erection still hard against him. “You're still hard Babe.”

“I am,” Izuku nodded, he put his hands on his Kacchan’s face, “you are so beautiful when you cum, did you know that?” He straightened the glasses on his face.

‘My turn to watch?”

“Almost.”

“That doesn’t seem fair, nerd.”

“We need to switch places.”

Bakugou swung his leg over and sat down on the couch. Deku shook his head, sighing as he grabbed the spatula.

Izuku ran the tip of the spatula up the blonde’s bare leg, letting it gently move over his dick. “What's not fair is that you put your hands on my shoulders.”

“It was an accident Babe, I didn’t realize I had done it, I promise.”

Izuku kissed him. “I know Kacchan, which is why I forgive you, but,” he tilted his head, putting a hand on his face. He handed him the spatula. “A rule is a rule, right?” He laid down on Kacchan’s lap, his hips slightly elevated.

“Fuck, Deku.” The blonde let out a breath.

Tucking his head under his arm, he peeked up at him, “are you okay?”

Bakugou looked at his nerd, coyly smiling. He was so adorable, his eyes dark with desire but still twinkling in play, he was having fun.

‘Fuck he was sexy’

He flashed a cocky grin, “now I am.”

Izuku could feel Kacchan starting to get hard again. “I could be in trouble,” he muttered. He relaxed his body, burying his face into the couch.

Katsuki brought the spatula down, the impact snapped against the nerd’s ass. Deku jolted up, it did sting. Goosebumps lifted along the greenette’s ass. Bakugou leaned down and kissed the area, letting his lips gently touch the sensitive skin, he licked and sucked softly trying to cool it down. “I’m so sorry. Does this make it feel better?”

Izuku groaned,”yes,” he whispered. He panted, feeling the hot tongue on his skin, which was on fire, his body shuddered, he was suddenly desperate to feel the blonde inside of him. He sat up and straddled him, taking his face in his hands again, he kissed those full lips. Sucking hard, Midoriya’s green eyes black with desire.

“Can I use my hands?”

“I love that you're already hard Kacchan.” Izuku ignored him and wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him again. The blonde was demanding in the kiss, trying not to touch him, Midoriya whimpered.

“Can I use my hands Deku?”

Green curls nodded, “you can pull my thong aside, I want to ride you.”

“You're not prepped babe,” Katsuki murmured as he kissed those fragrant green curls.

A slow smile cut across Midoriya’s face, he leaned into the Kacchan, kissing his ear. “Maybe I took care of that while I was waiting for you.” He whispered. “Be a sweetie and pull my thong aside”

The blonde groaned, his cock throbbed, he slid his finger down the thong and pulled the strap aside.

Reaching behind Izuku held the shaft of the blonde guiding his body over the tip. The lube helped him slide down, he pushed slowly. “No thrusting yet Kacchan.”

Bakugou smiled, there was no way he would stop his nerd now, he was in full control. God he loved this side of him. It was sweet and sexy all at once. He would let him have his way, Katsuki would fuck him his own way later. The greenette finally managed to take in his entire cock, all the way to the base.

Izuku waited a brief moment before he started to move. The tingling started to leap and jolt almost immediately, he closed his eyes, “I miss this so much,” he whispered.

“Me too.”

Dark green eyes opened, he had not realized he had spoken out loud. Midoriya moved his hips, he tried to find a good rhythm. The blonde cupped his cheek with the hand that held the thong. He squeezed gently. Izuku looked down into the fiery eyes, still behind glasses. He laughed, pulling the glasses off. “I want my Kacchan back now.” Leaning forward he kissed him just as he pushed down and happened to graze his prostate, sucking in his breath, his body quivered.

“There you go babe, do you want any help?”

Izuku groaned, “yes.”

Katsuki grabbed the greenette’s waist, angling his hips, he thrust deep, sliding with perfect pressure along the same spot.

“Ah, Kacchan, yes!” He sucked in air, throwing his head back. He dug his fingers into his shoulders. “Again.” The blonde continued to thrust, Izuku could only feel the strange tingling, the pleasure pulsing, pushing him. He moved his hips in time with every thrust. The tip slid past the same place, causing the pressure to keep growing.

Katsuki listened to the nerd’s body, when he could feel the soft clenching, he knew he was close. Slowing his thrust, he teased him. Deku was clinging to his shoulders, eyes closed, face flushed, feeling every sweet thrust. His eyes opened half way.

“Are you teasing me Kacchan?”

“I am.” Grabbing the nerd’s hips, Katsuki changed his angle and thrust so deep that Deku looked like he would pass out. He smiled, he was so close. He went back to shorter thrusts, rubbing his prostate intensely.

Midoriya braced himself on the blonde, every thrust was pushing him higher, he squirmed desperate for his release. “Enough,” he slammed himself down, pushing Kacchan so deep the pleasure shot like fire up through him, he ejaculated, bent over, his body shaking, unable to think, his eyes half closed, tears streaming down freckled cheeks.

Bakugou understood why Deku had wanted to watch him earlier, there was nothing more incredible than watching the greenette finding his release. He grabbed him in a hug and let him cuddle on his chest, his body still twitching.

Izuku laid his head on the blonde, he tugged on the tie. The tingling had captured him, everything felt amazing. “That was really fun Kacchan, I love that you indulge me so much, thank you.”

“I’m not done, nerd.”

Izuku felt the throbbing cock still inside of him. He looked into those burning crimson eyes, “Can we finish in the shower? We feel sticky all over.”

“As long as I can bend you over and finish from behind the way you like it.” The greenette gave him a sexy smile, “anything for you Kacchan.”

[littlelesbinonny]

The Devil’s Den

Chapter 3: In Which Revelations Are Made

You can read this also on Ao3 at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

A paling crest of the sunrise was beginning to appear on the horizon. Alcina would normally be anxious about this but the slate hue of her eyes only admired the brief color before slipping through the side door of Saint Patrick's Old Cathedral. She ascended quickly to the crypts and down the tunnels, passed the large crucifix and into complete darkness.

Several doors and corridors later she stepped foot into the underground city. Hundreds of vampires lived down here; for centuries before she arrived the vampires of New York had moved underground, or to the country - purchasing lavish mansions they converted into strongholds where they could reside without interference from humans, Lycans, of other rogue vampire clans that were hell-bent on warfare.

But the underground cities were truly works of grandeur, art, and impressive workmanship. Had the darkness and ceilings of cavernous earth and stone not been apparent, one would think they were in Olde England, France, Italy, or Spain.

Everything looked as a regular city would. The streets were cobblestone, the dwellings akin to lavish Gothic and Victorian home facades, lamp posts that lined the streets once fueled by fire now replaced with modern electricity. The city went on for miles around, more passageways hidden and leading to neighboring cities all throughout the underground of New York.

Alcina made her way along the cobblestone, ignoring all other vampires and their envious stares. Her manor, which was resided in only by the coven leader, was built into the side of the largest towering vast earthy walls. Ornate and imposing, with a large gated entrance leading to a cobblestone courtyard. The manor itself was made of dark stone, with tall pointed arches that connected to the rock ceiling, intricate carvings decorated the windows and large doorway, and a singular turret on the left side. The courtyard was lined with intricate designs carved into the rock floor. A grand entrance for a grand leader.

Entering the gates with a key they clanged shut and she slipped inside her abode quietly, swiftly, and huffed out a deep breath.

She never asked to be head of this coven, never wished to be a leader, a figurehead, finding ruling and seeing over her own kind to be dull and tiresome. But, if Mother Miranda saw something fit, by the gods and all undead, it was done.

Another clipped huff and Alcina began to remove her long black leather gloves, tucking them into the alcove just inside the foyer next to the coat hooks. As she was unbuckling the thick belt of her jacket about her cinched waist she felt her daughter drift into the room before she cleared her throat.

"Mother, unde ai fost?"

(Mother, where have you been?)

Alcina didn't look up. Continuing to unbutton the form fitting article, hanging it, and fiddling with the soft fabric of her black turtleneck she walked passed her nonchalantly, "Am fost afară, Cassandra," (I was out, Cassandra) she replied straightening her back and smoothing the front of her blouse.

Cassandra was right on her heels, pulling her ash grey robe around her body, "Mother... where is the human?"

As if the question hadn't been spoken Alcina rounded the corner down the dark hallway into the kitchen. It was large and open, decorated with mahogany wood, black furnishings, and gold accents everywhere. Opening one of the dark cabinets she reached for a wine glass, crossed the floor to a large wine cabinet and plucked a bottle. Popped the cork. Poured the glass, and sipped quietly.

"Mother." Cassandra repeated coming into her personal space, eager eyes dripping with concern and anger up at the taller woman.

"It is none of your concern," she finally stated latching her gaze, "she is gone. It is taken care of."

With a short shake of her head Cassandra's emotions settled more on the side of worry, "It's daybreak. You never stay out this long. Where were you?"

Alcina's eyes narrowed exceptionally thin, her lips pursuing the same thinness. Swallowing the wine she sucked in a breath through her nose and straightened her back even stiffer.

"Mother you could have been caught in the sun, you could have been killed!"

"I am home," she nearly spat, "the sun hadn't even begun to spread its rays, will you please refrain dramatics."

With a much louder clank than intended Alcina set her glass on the dark marble countertop and headed towards her bedchamber.

Cassandra was hot on her trail.

"I haven't seen you take these kinds of risks for years - this isn't like you - what did you do with the girl?!"

With sharp swift movements that would have given a human whiplash, she turned on her heels and came face to face with her daughter, eyes simmering with that golden glow, hands beside her fighting the urge to ball into a fist. Another puff of a breath exited her nose like a taunted bull. But, Alcina didn't lose her temper, she took a steadying breath shortly after and replied calmly, "I'm home. I'm safe. Leave it alone, dragă," as her eyes dwindled back to normalcy a steady hand reached to Cassandra's long brown hair and tucked it behind her ear, placed a delicate kiss to her forehead, and reached for the handle of her bedroom door.

With a blink she was gone behind it, pressing her back against the wood.

What was she going to do? Admit to her daughter she had taken the human home after asking her in a near comatose state to stay? That she was possibly headed down a familiar path that nearly killed her once before? Tempting fate in a masochistic way just to feel something again?

She damn near sneered at herself, perturbed by her own reawakened weakness.

Finally hearing Cassandra walk away from the door Alcina retreated further into her bedchamber.

Unlike the rest of the house her room was decorated with white, gold, red, and minimal black. Ornate and baroque in style, but not over the top. Brighter and more comfortable. Why vampires obsessed with all things dark and drab was beyond her, but she refused to blend in. Ever. Her 6'9" height always helped contribute to that, aside from her breathtaking features and high society personality.

Heading towards her vanity she began removing her pearl earrings, dropping them into a marble box along with a few other loose pieces. Removing her black turtleneck she kicked off her heeled knee high leather boots, unbuttoned her snug black pants, tossing them onto the large four poster bed. Once inside her bathroom she discarded her bra and panties in a hamper not too far from the large white marble bathtub.

As she ran the water she dropped in some oils: Cedar, Sandalwood, and Vanilla. Slipping in with a muted hum of relief she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Flashes of memories dashed through her mind and her brows furrowed.

She could still hear the screams echoing in her mind. The silent rage of Mother Miranda. The tightness in her heart. The hollow pain within her core. All over a human.

‘You're a vampire! What do you need love for?! Find one of our own to love - you weak, petulant fool!’

Alcina could still feel the sting in her cheek from Mother Miranda's hand colliding with her flesh.

‘You disgrace me! How pathetic can you be? Perhaps turning you was a mistake. I saw greatness in you - I saved you! You would be dead without me, dead, in the ground. You have power, so much power, WHY are you wasting it on something so frivolous?! You WILL right this. YOU will be the one to end it. You... will end her.’

Her eyes opened harshly. Slowly breathing composure back into herself she swallowed hard.

Her heart ached so strongly.

Pain.

Pain was something she had always known so well. And it only seemed to escalate when she became a vampire. Everything escalated. Every. Little. Thing. Heightened senses. Unmatched speed and agility. Not to mention overwhelming strength. And insatiable hunger for blood, lust, and over-indulgent rage.

It was her rage that kept so many in their place. Alcina was easily renowned at the most brutal, lethal, and beautifully terrifying vampire of the last several decades. That was why Mother Miranda appointed her to this role. As the many heads of other covens, only those who could withstand her without breaking would be fit to help her rule.

She had proven herself. Many times over.

At great costs.

Eventually slipping beneath the black satin of her sheets, Alcina lay on her back, eyes peering to the tapestry hanging above her. Even in pitch black she could see quite clearly. Sometimes she wished it wasn't so. Sometimes she wished her life was once what it was; quaint, uncomplicated, full of freedom, and short.

Closing her eyes once more a newly familiar face haunted her.

Oh, the fragile beauty of you, sweet pet.

Your face, your scent, the taste of your blood, all a ghost of a lingering torment.

So many beautiful humans had passed through that club. So many beautiful souls sucked dry and tossed out like trash. But you... why you. What was it about you that stabbed through her so viscerally and softly?

One of her many powers, one she wished she didn't have, was to feel something about another, human or not, and know things. Unspoken things. Uncommunicable things. It was why she now had her three daughters. She never was able to express verbally why she saved them and nurtured them as if they were her own. A chance at family she was never able to have. It was just something she knew. Mother Miranda was going to kill them anyway. All her trials and tests after she'd turned them proved not to her liking, so like the wasteful tyrant she was, she was just going to discard them like used parts and start a new. Alcina had begged to keep them. Mother Miranda finally gave in, perplexed at her nonsense.

And now she knew you.

A dangerous connection.

She left you in your bed, wiping your memories of any trace of this night. You would awake none the wiser. It was easiest that way, for the both of you. Well, at least for you.

~

Was she a fool to wander back to you?

Yes.

But she did it anyway. And now a warm smirk graced her lips. A knowing smirk.

A smile of reassurance.

There you were climbing into bed; you seemed calm, tired, as you should have been after what you'd been through the night before.

Alcina gracefully and silently leapt off the banister and crouched down a bit more on your balcony until you finally settled. Rising to her full height when you snuggled into your pillow she leaned against the railing and folded her arms over her chest sinking into the shadow, tonguing her teeth at the hint of happiness she felt looking at you.

She had felt your presence the moment she approached your apartment that evening. You were a bit of a night owl, it amused her. As she scaled the building and perched on the balcony 2 stories above you, she watched you curiously as you lingered, staring, studying your surroundings as she was you.

Another sigh. She would admire you like art in a museum, from far away, never crossing the ropes.

If only she could have left the memories.

If only she could risk another meeting.

If only.

[freedcmscall]

Plotted Starter — Blood Magic | @triickst

Anders knew how drained he was, could feel that he had next to no mana reserves left in that internal pool from which he could pull. Fumbling hands pulled another bottle from his pack, a muttered curse escaping his lips as he realised it was the last one. No time to worry over that at the moment, he would be fine. His companions, however, he was not so sure of. Resolved, he pulled the cork of the lyrium potion out with his teeth and knocked back its contents, grimacing as ever at the somehow bitter yet cloying taste the liquid brought to his tongue.

It was supposed to have been another routine mission. Really, he should have known. Anders had known Lucian for long enough to know that any time something was supposed to be normal or routine, it ended up anything but. That was probably why he'd come along to begin with. It had been fine, destroying a cave full of slavers, until the point that it was very much not fine and they were considerably more outnumbered than they needed to be. Finally, though, everyone could catch their breath.

He'd tended to their other two companions, by some stroke of luck or act of the Maker only inflicted with largely superficial wounds. And then he'd gotten to Lucian, and dammit he should have started with him. Anders shoved down the panic threatening to bubble up in his throat and replaced it with stubbornness, pulling at every last ounce of mana and pleading with any whisp that would listen from the Fade to help him in healing this man. He couldn't lose him.

Soon, too soon, dangerously quickly, Anders was left panting and useless. He pulled at the Fade, begged it, pleaded, even sent a quick prayer to the Maker, and nothing. Lucian was still hurt, still too hurt. He couldn't heal all of the wounds - his mind helpfully supplying a moment later that it was likely because some were too imbued with blood magic. It was too dangerous of a combination, a large attack and Lucian's dependence on blood magic. This was the danger of blood magic, not a lack of control, not consorting with demons, but losing someone dear to him. For a moment, Anders' mind flashed back to Karl, dead by his hand, dead because his actions could do nothing to save him — no, not again. The healer was rendered a desperate man, and desperation could be a dangerous thing.

He took a deep, steadying breath, steeling himself. He had to do this. "You'll be okay," he whispered, not sure if it was to himself or to Lucian, whom Anders knew likely couldn't even hear him at this point. He was too close to dying, Anders was too close to losing him. He glanced about, ensuring no one else was watching him, reassured by the fact that it looked like the other two were conversing and sufficiently distracted, recovering energy from the mess that they had been caught in.

He blindly fumbled for the small knife he kept strapped to his belt, refusing to tear his eyes from Lucian in case his condition worsened even in the brief moments that such a movement took, moments that felt as though they were being pulled through molasses instead of the air through which time flowed naturally. Quickly, Anders unwound the gauze tied about his wrist and pulled off the leather cuff on his right arm. Taking no care, he tore apart the poorly stitched together old tear in the fabric of his coat - he could sew it back together, as he had done countless times. It was fabric, it didn't feel. It wouldn't die.

Left hand shaking and head pounding from the severe lack of mana as well as what he could feel was clearly Justice's disapproval, he brought the knife to the flesh of his wrist. His palm would have been easier - more pain but less fabric to undo, but likewise would have been too obvious. He couldn't risk anyone knowing what he had done. Before he could talk himself out of it, Anders had sliced open his flesh, floundering for a moment before he managed to get the blood to behave as close of an approximation of his normal healing as he could get.

There was a moment, too long of a moment, too tense of a moment, where he feared it hadn't worked. He had never studied blood magic, it was against everything he believed in (except for Lucian, he was okay to use blood magic except for when it left him bleeding out and dying in front of Anders). What if he failed anyway? His fears didn't last long, and at long last, the healing appeared to take. He was pale, sweaty, and exhausted, but the worst of the damage done to Lucian had been repaired and it was clear enough to Anders, given his profession as a healer, that he would live.

Before he himself could lose consciousness from the exhaustion, the mana loss, and the blood loss combined, and before Lucian could regain his own consciousness fully enough, Anders hastily re-wrapped his gauze about his wrist, messier than it had been but hopefully enough to hold. He neglected the leather cuff, wiped his small blade on his tunic, and tucked it back away on his belt.

"Come on, wake up," he encouraged, voice soft from care and wavering from all-encompassing tiredness. He would not rest until he saw Lucian stir. In Anders' state, he didn't notice that the blood was beginning to stain his sleeve. It wasn't even a passing thought or glance - he wasn't important at that moment.

[zhalfirin-binds]

WIP interview with a vampire

Part II

Making a case for a three piece bradel binding

I’m curious about how this goes, because I am to use not only a cork coated fabric that may or may not be too thick to use for cover material, but also my self made bookcloth. Which I plan to hot stamp a title on.

I measured and marked the backside of the cloth for the spine and did the turn-ins. I also pulled the sides slightly down so the cloth is not turned in in a straight line. It’s not by much, but you can see the tiny gaps out left and right between ruler and cloth. Now the cloth flaps will be a bit lower than the cover boards. This will help later with the turn in’s of the cover boards.

Here you can see how small the change is, not even a millimeter, but I just need the material to be a smidge lower than the boards to get clean turn in’s.

Btw this is how I pick up the spine stiffener after applying glue. I just pull the more flexible waste paper over the edge of the table and pick the cardboard up from there. Fingers stay clean as possible and for me it’s the quickest and easiest way to do that.

Then I laminated the cork cloth the the board. I had the boards constructed from two pieces of board. One 1mm and one ...  less than that. I only made sure it’s as thick as the material it’s supposed to equal out. Which would be the fabric from the spine and the turn ins of the cork-cloth. I made the boards a bit larger than needed so I could cut them to size after laminating both board pieces together, because I know myself and I never get the boards neatly aligned. It’s just easier for me to cut the edges straight after gluing.

When I folded the cover material in at the spine side of the boards, I realised how lucky I was with my laminating the cork cloth to the board.  The small white-ish dots you can see there are glue!

Only after I saw them I lifted another piece of cork cloth up and noticed how porous the material was. It’s not much of a bother though I just protected the area with a sheet of Hollytex (a polyester material that allows moisture to escape without taking very well to glue, it can be much easier pulled off than blotting board and won’t leave the glue spots glossy as silicone paper would)

Now I only have to decide on whether to assemble the case first and then hot stamping the title, or first hot stamping the title and then assemble the case at the book.

[factorialsfandoms]

Okay um so... some whumptober? Plan is to combine this with days 14, 19, 21, and *maybe* 27 and/or one of the pre-14 numbers or an alt prompt, then a post-event wrap up, but we’ll see.

Prompt: caged

Summary: A portal splits the Chain. Hyrule has a bad time.

The portal spat Hyrule out onto a stony floor in a building. The room was empty, and the curtains worn and slowly turning to dust. From beyond the open window he could hear the sounds of fighting - or perhaps of training if the laughter was anything to go by - and from downstairs that of rambunctious conversation.

He had been third to enter the portal in the previous realm; it must have split them up. Hopefully someone else would step through behind him, letting him at least have a partner.

The portal flickered shut behind him; no such luck.

Well... He would manage. Looking around again... this room did not seem to belong to anyone worth knowing. Squinting into the din he could see torture implements - freshly used - on the walls.

While he was alone, there was still the conversation downstairs... And people outside. He could sneak, but it was not his forte...

It was, however, much easier if he were small - with a breath and a thought he shifted his form, the drain on his magic almost comforting. With a small test of his wings he fluttered up, and out of the window.

From up here... Well, Castle Town was very obvious on the horizon, marked by the spires of a castle. If everyone’s sketches had been accurate it was most likely to be Warriors’, though these things were always a little tricky to tell. Either way, hovering by a window would not help him - fearing being picked off by the hungry looking ravens, Hyrule avoided the training yard to swoop down and into the gardens.

There was something horribly false about the gardens. In his fairy form, Hyrule would usually feel much more comfortable among the flowers. And yet, these flowers... He stopped to look. Something was wrong with them. Their unnatural placement, yes, but they were gardens not a forest. It did not quite explain...

“There’s one!”

The voice sounded loud behind Hyrule. Twisting instinctively he tried to look.

A pair of monsters - the sort escaped his mind for a moment - dressed in coats and carrying bottles.

Oh no.

Oh no.

Oh no oh no oh no

Hyrule turned his back to them and tried to fly away - he really did. But, tiny as he was, he could only move so fast. He dodged right and left and down and up - applying all of the possible dimensions to get away.

It was not enough.

After a chase across half of the gardens, a net finally swept around Hyrule. His wings caught in the netting, tugging harshly enough for him to give a yelp of pain. Regardless, he clung to that netting with all the force his hands could manage, trying to stop the monsters from taking him. He tried and tried - he really did - begging and pleading and screaming as he clung to the fabric.

The monsters did not care; when shaking him into the bottle failed, one of them grabbed him. The force of its grip crinkled his wings and crushed his abdomen until Hyrule could not breathe - still, desperate, he struggled and struggled, kicking his legs inside the fist, pushing his entire tiny force against the fingers in hopes they would slip, even as his vision began to black out. It was hopeless, fruitless, he was too small to do anything - but he /refused/ to die, he couldn’t, not yet, not now, not captured and crushed in a foul beast’s hands.

Laugher came as he was tossed into the jar, his tiny body slamming against the glass hard enough knock the single breath he had managed to take again. There was nothing he could do but lie there, panting desperately, as the lid was screwed on above him.

A few tiny holes in the cork allowed for air blow, but that was all. Otherwise, there was just... Glass.

His breath was not yet caught, but Hyrule had to move; he banged on the glass, screaming, but all he could hear was muffled laughter. His hands grew raw, then bruised, then his littlest finger snapped out of place and his scream grew even louder.

Curling around his injured hand, he barely noticed himself being carried inside - not until the bottle was slammed on a shelf, throwing him from his position and into the glass once more.

This time it was his head that slammed into the glass; he barely had time to hear the crack before he slumped, unconscious, to the base of the bottle.

[timeguardians]

@avictimofthejazz

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, MURPHY MICHAELS?!" Rose grumbles. "DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?!!!"

avictimofthejazz answered:

“I DON’T KNOW!” Murphy finds himself shouting back at his irate girlfriend. “DO YOU? BECAUSE I WAS TRYING TO GET TO YOU!”

Sucking in a deep breath, and holding it for a few seconds before letting it out slowly, Murphy pinches the bridge of his nose. Another deep breath follows, and he finally looks at Rose without the haze of adrenaline clouding his judgement or his vision. It is still bubbling in his veins like a bottle of champagne, but the initial explosion has passed with the proverbial cork landing somewhere in the next county.

Breathing in and out again, he attempts to speak, and is pleased to find that his tone of voice has returned to acceptable decibels. “Rose. You could have been killed running into the middle of that mess. I wasn’t trying to get myself killed, I was trying to get to you before something worse happened.”

Another deep breath is drawn in when he feels the adrenaline burp again, the memory of the firefight too close at hand for him to simply dismiss it in passing.

The illusion of calm returns, and he reaches down to take her hands. “Are you all right, Rose? Or do I need to take you to the emergency room?”

________________________________________

When the questions is rapidly redirected to her, Rose viscerally recoils. His accusation is far too aptly pointed. For a perilous moment the heart floundering inside of her chest SEIZES up and SINKS like a torturously heavy stone. Instead of affirming his suspicions, Rose opts to shout. "YOU-- SHOULDN'T ---HAVE---- DONE ---THAT!!! NOT EVEN FOR ME!!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!!" She forcibly prods, as if she was very much in charge of him. Azure orbs bore into him firmly. Her porcelain hand outstretched to curl about the globe of his cheekbone. A cheekbone that seems tinted RED with prolific anger.

"I can NOT live without you." He is the solitary good thing Rose believes she has going for her in this life.

Guilty eyes divert downwards. Her own fire simmers in the pit of her gut at his words. He isn't WRONG. Interceding like that could have ended far more badly. But he didn't know all the facts just yet. "It wouldn't be the first time I was shot at," the heiress moodily grumbles.

Then dragging in an inhale, she adds. "Besides, I had to---" With those words, Dewitt-Bukater slowly reveals what is burdening her other arm. It is a tiny, squirming form of a young babe. It looks to have been abandoned and uncared for days as there were flies trying to swarm it. "I know you may think me rich and unfeeling," she starts firmly, "but I could NOT leave it in that situation. I'm -----" Her azure eyes lift to him, "sorry." But the apology is every bit as defiant as her stance.

The babe is worth the bullet that Rose took. She would haphazardly do it all again. "Get the baby help, first." She orders softly. She does not care about the crimson stain deepening in the fabric of her coat. Then after a moment, she mindfully tacks on an entreaty. "Please."

[rk21]

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[dmm15]

What materials are best for office interior work?

Selecting the right materials is essential for creating durable, functional, and visually appealing office interiors. From flooring and furniture to wall finishes and countertops, every material choice impacts the overall look, feel, and performance of the workspace. In this guide, we'll explore some of the best materials for office interior work and the factors to consider when making your selection.

1. Wood

Wood is a timeless and versatile material that adds warmth, character, and sophistication to office interiors. Whether it's used for flooring, furniture, or wall paneling, wood brings a natural element into the workspace and creates a welcoming ambiance. Hardwoods such as oak, maple, and cherry are popular choices for their durability and aesthetic appeal. Engineered wood products like plywood and MDF offer cost-effective alternatives without compromising on quality.

2. Metal

Metal is prized for its strength, durability, and sleek appearance, making it an excellent choice for office interior work. Steel, aluminum, and stainless steel are commonly used for furniture, fixtures, and architectural elements such as partitions and railings. Metal finishes such as brushed or polished stainless steel add a modern touch to office interiors, while powder-coated options offer durability and customization possibilities.

3. Glass

Glass is a versatile material that adds transparency, lightness, and sophistication to office interiors. Glass partitions, doors, and windows allow natural light to penetrate deep into the workspace, creating an open and airy atmosphere. Tempered or laminated glass is preferred for its safety and durability, while frosted or tinted options provide privacy and visual interest. Glass tabletops, countertops, and decorative accents are also popular choices for their elegance and versatility.

4. Laminate

Laminate is a practical and cost-effective material for office interior work, offering a wide range of colors, patterns, and textures to suit any design aesthetic. Laminate flooring, countertops, and cabinetry provide durability, scratch resistance, and easy maintenance, making them ideal for high-traffic areas such as reception areas and breakrooms. Additionally, laminate wall panels and partitions offer endless design possibilities while providing durability and acoustic benefits.

5. Fabric

Fabric adds warmth, texture, and comfort to office interiors, making it a popular choice for upholstery, drapery, and acoustic panels. Durable and easy-to-clean fabrics such as polyester, nylon, and vinyl are preferred for office furniture and seating due to their stain resistance and longevity. Textured fabrics such as wool, linen, and cotton add visual interest and tactile appeal to office interiors, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere.

6. Stone

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7. Sustainable Materials

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