#moorish doors

[indiatrendzs]

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[calabria-mediterranea]

Two moorish heads on the door of an historical building of Taurianova, Calabria, Italy

A Moor's head, since the 11th century, is a symbol depicting the head of a black moor. The

The term moor has been used in Europe in a broader sense to refer to Muslims in general, especially those of Arab or Berber descent.

For centuries, the Moors, also known as Saracens, played a significant role in shaping Southern Italy, leaving behind a profound and enduring legacy.

The Moors' presence in Italy dates back to the early medieval period, particularly during the 8th and 9th centuries. Their arrival in Italy was primarily due to the expansion of Islamic rule in North Africa and the Mediterranean, which brought them into contact with the Italian Peninsula.

The first Moors settlements in Calabria are a clear and unavoidable consequence of the Islamic expansion that hit the Italian peninsula in IX century. In the light of their origin, structure and later history, all the attacks perpetrated by the Moors are clearly not just disordered acts of looting, but planned incursions having as a final goal the conquer of Southern Italy and Sicily. Their settlements became an important part of the economic and political state of the entire region.

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[postcard-from-the-past]

Moorish door in Tunis, Tunisia

French vintage postcard

[rabbitcruiser]

Doors, Gates and Windows (No. 70)

Medinah Temple, Chicago (five pics)

Mather Tower, Chicago

River Point, Chicago

McGraw–Hill Building, Chicago

Crain Communications Building, Chicago

Willoughby Tower, Chicago

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Скопје / Skopje

[writingwithcolor]

It wouldn’t be historically accurate for my story to include BIPOC!

This is an argument often made about European-style fantasy media like Game of Thrones, Lord of the Rings, and Disney’s Frozen. Audiences, often white, assume that due to the majority-white setting, adding any visible number of BIPOC to the story would be unrealistic.

What these critics fail to realize is that BIPOC do in fact live, and have lived, in these settings, and records of BIPOC presence in places assumed to be majority-white have been buried, written out, or not taught due to white supremacist and/or colonial bias in the field of history. There are historical European settings that were far more diverse than is often portrayed. Consider:

The Moorish Empire exerted an extensive influence over life and culture in Southern Europe from Spain from 711 to 1492

The Ottomans were heavily involved in European affairs up until the treaty of Karlowitz in 1699, but still considered a part of Europe even through the 19th century

The sheer size of the Roman Empire ensured the continued movement of people from various backgrounds within the Mediterranean well until the end of the Byzantine Empire.

“Historical accuracy” should not be used as an excuse for media to be exclusively white in its casting. While there are places which are or were predominantly white, there will always be factors like global trade and immigration that bring multiculturalism to their doors.

And even if the presence of a certain demographic is unrealistic for a certain setting? Consider that we’ve accepted far worse inaccuracies in historical fiction in the name of artistic license. Consider that our understanding of human history is, and will always be, incomplete.

Further Reading:

Historically Diverse London, “Historical Accuracy,” and Creator Accountability

Making a Black Pride and Prejudice Resonate

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-Writing With Color

[tyxoxo]

Feel It

pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: smut, pornstar!jaehyun au, 00’ dream inserts

words: 5.1k

warnings: pure filth, exhibitionism/voyeurism, degrading, choking/breath play, humiliation, dacryphilia, sex toys, ball gag, shibari, allusion to cum play, unprotected sex

a/n: san francisco armory, das the setting lolol (thanks kink.com 🫡)  also!! since the reader would have no way of knowing the names of 00’, hopefully i did a good enough job describing them for you all to know who is who sksks.

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“okay, we’ll just have you sign this.” the producer with the name tag K said as he handed you a clipboard with a pen; the two of you sitting across each other in a large auditorium. 

you were fidgeting the more you sat there in the middle of the “playroom”, excitement rising with every glance of the various s&m props placed on  antique plaques. whether it was the torture rack, assorted floggers, or cattle prods, you couldn’t wait to try it all.

never in your years of living did you expect to be at an armory-turned-BDSM studio, preparing to do your first adult scene. yet here you were, only wearing a pair or your underwear, completely bare everywhere else. 

the use of a National Guard armory was oddly fitting for the company—20th century Moorish Revival architecture, albeit refurbished, still gave a sense of “grittiness” and rustic charm.

 “i know that you already submitted your online waiver but we just like to have an additional one for in-person. physical signatures are always preferred.” K snapped you out of your thoughts for a second, though your mind couldn’t help but drift back into the depths—thinking yet again to your upcoming scene.

the single sheet of paper reiterated everything you read through just a week prior:

“Mission Statement and Company Values”

typical header to start a waiver…littered with the expectations to provide a “consensual and safe space for all participants.”

your eyes scanned further down, taking a few minutes to read their “Right to Distribute Media:

By signing here, you agree to having any and all media in your presence posted to our website Kink.com, with potential distribution to other pornographic partnerships…”

you provided your signature for the two spots provided, officially sealing away what modesty you had left.  

as soon as you handed the clipboard back to K, he spoke into his bluetooth earpiece, presumably notifying the other producers of your newly sealed fate, “you guys are good to head this way.” he said before placing the clipboard on the floor next to his water bottle. 

“in a moment you’ll be able to meet your partner, and go over the do’s and don'ts, that kind of stuff.” he said, followed by a closed-mouth smile.

you smiled back, trying to hide the anxiety creeping under your skin. there was no telling what kind of man would appear through those doors, meters away from where you sat.

you kept your eyes trained on the entrance, tapping your leg up and down to pass what seemed like hours.

but then again, this was a four story building…maybe it was just taking them a while to get to where you were. 

just as you looked down at your twiddling thumbs, the heavy sound of the double-doors filled the room. the man that appeared was unlike anyone you’ve ever seen. 

he was gorgeous…

and he smiled as soon as he laid eyes on you. his dimples being the first feature that caught your attention. 

he strutted towards you, confidence exuding with every step. he only sported boxer briefs, definitely nowhere near as self-conscious as you, now that you saw his toned body. 

you tried not to make it obvious that you were eyeing his subtle six-pack. but it was hard. his body was perfect; not too overbearing, not too ordinary. still, his biceps and his quads showcased the work he put in to maintain his physique. 

the last you could observe before he stopped in front of you, was his happy trail, leading all the way to the package he had confined in his briefs. he completely ignored K, standing right in front of his field of view. 

your eyes slowly made their way to his face, still smiling so bright, with ivory teeth to match. 

“hello, my name is jaehyun. nice to meet you.” 

his voice was velvety deep, baritone. 

another surprise to you. 

jaehyun held out his right hand, but you noted the single platinum band adorned on his left ring finger, to your disappointment. 

your thoughts were outlandish, there’s no way you’d have a chance with him even if he wasn’t taken.

you returned the handshake, voice visibly shaken as you gave him your name.

“i’ll go ahead and let you guys have the floor. i’ll be back in 10.” K said with a clear of his throat. he then gave up his seat for jaehyun, making his leave towards the double-doors.

jaehyun looked back at the medieval-styled chair before sitting down, chiseled thighs growing in size once he found a comfortable position.

“so tell me a bit about yourself…”

he leaned forward in his seat, placing his hands criss-cross in between his thighs. 

the simple action of trying to close the distance between the two of you, paired with his now sultry-tone, caused you to gulp quite noticeably.

“i uhhh, this is—s-sorry i can’t form my words today.” you covered your mouth as you laughed, embarrassed by the effect jaehyun had on your intelligibility.

if only you noticed his faint smile. 

“would it be better if i asked you something different?” he spoke with a tilt of his head, bangs sweeping softly across his eyelashes.

“no its not that…i’m just not super interesting.” you pursed your lips together, shameless in admitting how average you were. 

“i highly doubt that. for you to come here, i know that you’re more interesting than you let on.”

he smirked to himself, dimples even more pronounced as he looked down at your feet.

“so what do you like…don’t like? or what are you willing to try today?” 

he looked back up at you, but the ability to maintain eye contact with him was becoming harder and harder.

but for you to have come this far, sitting almost-nude in front of a stranger…there was no use in being shy anymore.

“i’ve just always wanted to be controlled, dominated, humiliated…reduced to nothing, pretty much.” you spoke matter-of-factly, knowing he’s probably heard this all before. 

you decided to keep your eyes on his mouth, and then his sharp canine’s that gleamed under the warm sepia light as he licked his lips. 

“what about degrading?”

“definitely.”

“shibari?”

“yes.”

he continued to list everything that came to mind, making it somewhat easier for you to communicate your needs and expectations.

by now, barely 7-minutes in, jaehyun learned that you were practically open to anything. 

“one last thing. the most important.”

you raised your eyebrows at his sudden announcement, already having an idea of what it could be.

“what’s your safeword?”

“olive.”

                           —☽༓☾—

“alright, we’ll go ahead and get started. if you at any time need to take a break, just let us know. remember, there is no time limit, and most of all, enjoy yourselves.” one of the producers said while adjusting his camera.

now in the auditorium with you and jaehyun, were two different producers, with the names I and N; an obvious attempt to mirror their company, which definitely made it easier to recall. K was nowhere to be found this time. but you weren’t concerned about that anymore. 

the entire auditorium was now your’s, filled with all the props to make your fantasies come true. the chairs were pushed away, and the camera’s were now rolling.

jaehyun stood face-to-face, still in only his boxer briefs. he studied the floor beneath you, seeming to psych himself up with a smirk. 

you didn’t even really know how to stand, or carry yourself, fearing that too much focus on the lesser details would ruin your adrenaline. 

just as you watched his head rise to your level, you were swept away by a kiss.

he was as spirited as you hoped, using his left hand to hold onto your cheek, and the other to rest against your hip. still through the shock of how soft his lips were, you managed to taste the balm that he chose to wear—peach with a hint of vanilla. 

you raised your hand to wrap around the wrist that kept hold of your cheek, eventually closing more of the gap between the two of you. 

despite how delicate the kisses were at first, you could hear them echo throughout the auditorium, surely to get louder once you could taste more of him.

you tried your best to keep up with the different angles that his head moved, but thinking back to the fact that these were among the first kisses you shared, you could bear the inconsistencies until you found a proper rhythm. 

so far, he did everything right. starting off slow just how you liked it… just how you told him just a few minutes prior. 

his left hand caressed your cheek back and forth, brushing against the small hairs in front of your ear. the other made its way down to your ass, gripping tightly, but not without your breath hitching through the fiery embrace.

he took the opportunity like you had guessed, to brush his tongue against your own, finally gaining more out of the subtle start towards your undoing. 

you had only known him for roughly half an hour, yet you already felt in tune with his way of leading you to pure bliss. 

he intertwined with you effortlessly, regardless of the mess the two of you made with just your lips. combined saliva pooled at the corners of your mouth, and you found yourself whimpering at his attempts to clean up the remnants with his warm tongue.

“you’re making a mess already?”

he spoke against the corner of your mouth, the smell of vanilla becoming even more evident from his suckled lips. 

you didn’t want to give in so soon to his early teasing. he needed to do more.

though you realized within a flutter of your hooded eyes, that he needed just as much as you. without any warning, he flipped his warm persona, the hand that held your cheek moving down to grip your throat tight. 

his fingertips knew exactly where to apply pressure, causing you to wince as the sting resonated on both sides of your neck. your hands immediately wrapped around his, knowing he liked to see you struggle.

you had made a point of that too. 

“you won’t say anything? what about when i do this?” his face remained mere centimeters away from you, denying you of any further kisses. 

you could see through the haze that his dimples were still just as evident from his now-sinister smile. 

his right hand cupped your clothed core, causing you to shudder against his palm. 

he would definitely be able to feel your growing arousal through the thin material. 

“maybe you don’t deserve any of this…i should just leave you here.”

he backed up his shaming effortlessly, all the while palming you through your damp underwear. 

the friction felt electric against your clit, causing you to buck against his touch.

“ride my fucking hand.” he smirked right in front of your face, like a complete switch from the gentleman you just met.

you were sure that you looked pathetic, getting off to just the palm of his hand. practically humping to get some sort of release. 

being self-conscious no longer mattered, not when he provided you with a means to an end. proving not only to yourself, but to future viewers that you were outwardly desperate.

the more zealous you got with your gyrating hips, the more jaehyun was inclined to stop and just watch you yearn for it.

he decided immediately, stilling his movements. 

for the first time, you whined.

“please let m-me cum.” your voice barely produced any sound, restricted from his hold on your throat. 

“should i?” 

“mmh, yes. please…” 

you hoped that your look of pity was convincing enough. 

“go on and show me then. show me that you deserve it.” 

he gave you free reign, lessening the hold on your throat, and continuing to keep his palm still against your aching core.

you were practically salivating, trying your hardest to hit a certain spot along your sensitive nub. with a few more hellish rolls of your hips, you succeeded, feeling that familiar high surge through your body. 

jaehyun was beyond satisfied, enjoying how you broke down from barely nothing. his eyes drifted over every part of your trembling body, mentally noting the parts that would be destroyed by the time he was done with you.

as you started to come down, he had already tugged your underwear off, even taking a moment to smell the now-ruined fabric. he could’ve spent longer doing so, showing off his guise for as long as he wanted.

but you were fidgeting quite noticeably, shifting your thighs to subdue the constant throbbing of your clit. it was obvious there was more to come.

once he tossed the flimsy fabric to the side, he ushered you towards the far left of the room where two red velvet sofas were positioned against the wall, and a small antique dresser sat in between. 

you could barely keep up with his stride as he interlocked your hands together. but you let him control your movements, until you were centered in the middle of the makeshift formal room.  

on top of the dresser were bundles of rope, a ball gag and a vibrating wand, with images of all the ways you would be ruined flooding your brain. your eyes then drifted up towards the ceiling, immediately catching sight of the metal ring hanging just above you.

the cameras were paused momentarily; had the recording continued, the producers would’ve captured your look of wonder as you watched jaehyun gather the jute material onto his arm to begin the process. 

you’d only had a few experiences with bondage, but all of the preparation seemed to come naturally as you followed jaehyun’s instructions. he was patient and soft-spoken with his directions, all the while marveling at how pretty you looked while listening to him. 

it was evident he was experienced in the art of shibari, as he adjusted the intricate designs to fit the contour of your body within minutes. your eyes were conflicted on where to look, whether it was his concentration or the way the rope cupped your breasts perfectly. either way, you felt beautiful. 

“take deep breaths for me, you’re doing great.” 

his sultry tone was enough to relax you as you felt gravity disappear under your feet.

your eyes remained shut as you inhaled and exhaled, gradually soaking in the feeling of complete ascension. 

you were in the most exposed position—frogtied. suspended upwards, arms secured behind your back, knees bent, and ankles bound to your thighs. 

even though it took a while to get into this arrangement, he made you feel comfortable, and you were still just as wet, eagerly awaiting his next move.

“how do you feel? talk to me.” he stood in front of your suspended body, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. there was anything but, you surprisingly felt purified, as if a literal weight had been lifted. 

“i feel good.” 

you weren’t the best at exclaiming your feelings, but you could tell that jaehyun sensed your approval.

“anything pinching or pulling?” he asked again, leaning in close to inspect the knots littered across your body. 

“nope.” 

“okay good. just wanted to check before i put this on.” he replied while giving the “ok” hand signal for the producers to resume rolling. 

he stepped over to the dresser, grabbing the black leathered ball gag. your pussy involuntarily clenched around air at the sight of the large red ball, and the realization that you were now being filmed in suspension, every bit of your cunt on display for the world to see.

you licked your lips one last time before he placed the gag. the taste of plastic overtook your senses, unfortunately masking the remnants of his lips balm. nonetheless, you felt complete, relishing in your own fantasy being brought to life.

saliva managed to escape not even seconds later, dribbling onto your chin. jaehyun eyes grew dark, switching back to the sadist he truly was.

your eyes tracked his every move, watching as he finally exposed himself.

you wished you were well-spoken enough to describe how perfect he was. but you could only manage whimpers through your restraints, hoping that he heard your reaction to seeing his lower half for the first and probably only time.

you were finally able to see where his happy trail ended, branched out into a sea of nicely trimmed hair. his length stood proud, snapping back onto his outie bellybutton as he kicked his briefs off to the side.

he stepped over to the dresser one last time, grabbing the vibrating wand. you were expecting the sound of the device to come to life, even squinting your eyes to brace for the feeling of it hitting your clit. but instead he kept it down by his left side, while his right finger came up to collect the saliva that had now leaked down your neck. 

“not yet…you’ll have to prove that you’re worth my time. i don’t reward sluts that whine in my face.” his words hit you hard, but his finger worked even harder.

your body began to shake as he used his slicked forefinger to paint a trail down the center of your chest. he eventually found your nipple that had swelled through the coarse rope, pinching hard.

he released quickly, doing the same to the other. 

his right finger continued its descent, now finding your cunt that was glistening under the warm lighting. he seemed satisfied enough from the sight of your juices dripping onto the floor meters below you. 

your breathing grew ragged as you felt him group his digits together to press against your sensitive nub. he leaned further into you, preventing you from seeing him work your pussy into overdrive.

the filthy sounds of your essence sloshing against the flesh of his fingers filled the room, even overpowering the pathetic moans that tried to escape through the soaked ball gag.

“think you could cum again? hmm?” 

he cooed against your ear, determined to kick all of your senses over the edge.

you failed miserably at producing a coherent “yes” through the pleasure, and you feared this would have consequences.

the high was building up a second time, but unfortunately it was met with jaehyun’s cruelty.

he backed away from you completely, leaving you there to wiggle in the ropes that kept you hungry and docile.

“yes…i can do it.” you words were muffled at best, barely audible. but your body showed enough of your desperation, trying to move within the confines of your unrelenting submission. 

“fucking filthy whore…you’re too late.” 

jaehyun tortured you by staying back, twirling the vibrating wand in his hands. 

regardless of the fact you were granted an orgasm moments ago, you made it known that you deserved another.  

tears began to pool in your eyes, eventually flowing from your eyelids onto your warm cheeks. breathing seemed more difficult, as you sniffled and heaved against the ball gag.

jaehyun looked down at the floor, in awe at the amount of your juices that had hit the floor. you were more than soaked, practically painting the floor in an abstract design of delicious filth. usually he was able to drag out teasing for a while with his other “co-stars” but for you, his patience was wearing thin; not out of distaste, but out of the eagerness to finally feel your walls around his cock. he would have to fuck you soon, so he could see if you felt just as good as you looked.

he had done plenty of scenes, even similar to this; more than he could count. and none short of bragging, he ruined every single one of them, and you were no exception. 

without a second thought, jaehyun stepped up to you, placing the vibrator on your engorged clit. a shriek escaped through the gag as you slumped in the ropes, head falling backwards as a wave of relief hit you. 

finally, you were given more.

through your hooded eyes, you were unable to see his erect tip awaiting your entrance. 

“are you happy now? what do you say?” he gripped your jaw hard, forcing your head forward to stare into his dark eyes. 

“thank you s-so much…thank-...”

your gratitude was cut short as he pushed himself inside you. 

a guttural groan fell from his glossy lips as he paused halfway, utterly amazed by the way your walls welcomed his cock, trying his best to draw out the way you sucked him in. 

he could’ve stayed like this forever, relishing in your ability to grip him for dear life. 

“you’re so fucking tight…did you save this pussy for me?” his voice was just as shaky as yours, completely high off the energy that filled the room.

you nodded your head up and down, mind too absorbed in the pleasure that overtook your body.  

your eyes blew wide as he continued to inch himself further inside your dripping hole; beyond satisfied from being stretched full. 

you watched his jaw go slack as he bottomed out, pupils dilating not only in front of you, but the cameras too. 

the realization that everyone would witness his transformation, caused you to contract around his length; the vibrator intensifying your actions as if you no longer had control. 

he wasted no time thrusting inside you, hips snapping against yours in an immediate, steady rhythm. your body recoiled against his tireless momentum, eventually swinging from the metal ring every time he connected his tip to your cervix. 

“do you think you could hold out sweetheart?” 

you were sure that you could, but you couldn’t help but entertain the idea that it was much deeper than that. 

nonetheless, you mumbled “yes”, hoping to prove your worth so that he would never stop fucking you senseless. 

yet again, your head fell back, pitiful howls escaping through the gag as you felt your orgasm building up a second time. 

“come on, look at me. watch me fuck this pussy.” he used his non occupied hand to usher your head forward, watching you choke up as many moans as you could through the soiled gag. 

he continued to support your head, and it became obvious that it was done for a reason. the sound of the double-doors caught your attention soon after, echoing through the auditorium. your eyes looked past jaehyun’s broad shoulders to catch sight of the four attractive figures that appeared. 

their presence would be burned inside your mind forever—an aura of complete deviance, walking towards your suspended frame with an obvious intent to ravage you beyond repair. 

your eyes couldn’t look away, not even with jaehyun still drilling inside your pussy. 

you noted the two tallest, one with wavy silver hair, and bangs long enough to cover his dark eyes. he had the most  chiseled features out of the four, with full lips to complement his sharp jawline. the other didn’t look nearly as intimidating as the first, with rounded facial features despite having a broader frame. he adorned blue eyes, which you assumed to be contacts. either way, the sky blue color fit his chocolate hair, setting him apart from his yang counterpart.

the third reminded you of a sunset, with golden skin that radiated far beyond his charming presence. his jet black hair offered contrast to his warm exterior. 

the final one—the blonde, surprised you the most, he didn’t seem like the type to present himself in this type of environment, but maybe that was his ruse—to deceive anyone into thinking he wasn’t as filthy as the next. he made sure to be the last one following behind in the ensemble, but you still noted his elfen-like appearance, seeming delicate yet playful. 

they were all just as flawless as jaehyun. 

you would have to refer to them by their features, as there was no indication of their names. truthfully, the idea that you may never know, made this all the more fulfilling. letting four strangers do whatever they wanted to you, was the pinnacle of desire. 

the silver-haired boy made sure to greet you first, standing next to your right side. though you weren’t sure if gripping your chest through the rope was a proper greeting, it still caused you to whimper from his robust touch. he squeezed your nipples harder than jaehyun, watching you crumble from his assault. 

“another slut for me to fuck with hmm? you better hope you make this worth my while.” he snarled against your ear, taking the time to tug your earlobe between his teeth. the kisses that followed were messier than the brunette that stood to your left. you made sure to make eye contact with him and acknowledge his existence despite his silver-haired fiend stealing the show with his unhinged words. the blue-eyed boy had a smug grin on his face, caressing your cheek with no care in the world that your saliva had covered his fingers. 

he began to pecker along your collarbone, keeping his eyes locked onto your own, tongue swiping upwards to taste the sweat that had formed on your flushed skin. 

“i bet she’s been good so far?” the brunette’s voice caught you off guard, completely teasing, even mocking your predicament. you saw him look forward at jaehyun, then down at the vibrator that was still pressed against your clit.

you hoped to god that he would grab and use it on you. that any of them would use it on you.

“hell yeah she’s been good. taking my cock like a good little slut.” jaehyun licked along his upper lip, baring his canine’s again. 

“here...i know she’s close.”

jaehyun offered the vibrator to the brunette, the sensation temporarily leaving your core. you whined in dissatisfaction, hoping it wouldn’t be off you for too long. 

“you’re so pretty…” 

the blonde haired boy soothed your worries, coming up beside the brunette. his hands were noticeably smaller than the rest, but still just as skillful. he took his slender fingers and began to rub your abused clit in circles. the pads of his fingers were a few degrees colder, but it soon warmed up after making contact with your heated skin. 

you jumped, as best as you could, when he increased the pace, and began swiping his entire hand across your wet mound. the sounds of your juices splashing past his digits bounced off of the walls of the auditorium. 

he truly proved your point of his devious nature. 

the golden boy rushed to jaehyun’s left side, getting a clear view of the mess you kept making. his hands trailed down to palm himself through his black denim jeans. even through your tears, you watched him bite his lip, hard enough to make the skin underneath go pale.

you were so close. 

“pl…please. i’m cl…” you thought your words had drifted off into the void, overpowered by the multitude of bodies in the room, but they didn’t go unnoticed. 

“awwh, she’s gonna cum. so wet, so pretty…” the fairy teased, taking the time to lower his mouth to your knee, making sure that he had made at least one mark on your skin by the time the evening was over.

the familiar band from within your core snapped. a wave of pleasure surged from your core all the way up to where the silver-haired boy had gripped your throat. moans managed to escape through the hold he had on your neck, stinging against his palms as he squeezed harder and harder.

the sea of white that flashed across your vision had turned red when the fairy’s hand left you and the vibrator took his place. the brunette’s smile grew wide when he witnessed first-hand what overstimulation looked like, and for him to be the one to blame, made an obvious power trip show across his cheshire grin. 

you were completely ruined. it was evident by the way you began to convulse, the way you cried out, the way your walls continued to contract around jaehyun’s cock. 

“fuckkk, just like that. you're sucking me in so hard. keep doing that sweetheart…”

jaehyun chanted out, an indication that he was close to exploding inside of you.

“take that ball gag off, i wanna hear her scream…” the golden boy directed the fairy to do his bidding, not wanting to pause on his own self-gratification. he had already freed his cock from his boxers, nowhere near patient enough to pull his pants the rest of the way down. 

you weren’t still enough for the blonde as he tried freeing the clasp behind your head. eventually with the help of his silver-haired friend, you were finally able to voice your sounds of another orgasm. 

“i’m gonna cum again!!” you screamed out, making the rest of them smirk with pride.

“are you even gonna say thank you? ungrateful whore…” the same one that had been giving you the most hell, spat against your ear. his words made it all the more damning; you enjoyed how he tested your mental stability. 

“thank you! thank you so much!” 

you were sure that you looked broken, slumped from the actions of these four strangers and of course, jaehyun, who was just as close.

his thrusts were beginning to show cracks, losing the rhythm he had held onto for so long. the two of you stared at each other, in your own world as you both came. 

with one final snap of his hips, he let out a moan, pumping you full of his seed with every inhale and exhale. 

your voice gave out, vocal chords spent from all of the prior screams you produced during your time of luxury.

your mouth hung open as you felt him fill your walls to the brim, creating a salacious mixture that bubbled inside your painted walls.  

even though the vibrator had stopped, a phantom sensation caused you to tremble against the now-still wand. 

all that remained was the comedown. and you weren’t sure you wanted it to end.

jaehyun remained inside you, drawing out the aftermath of your back-to-back orgasm. a thin sheet of sweat decorated his chest, illuminating under the tan lights.

your breathing had finally calmed down, and by the time you tried to get a good look at everyone, they were already huddled around jaehyun, waiting to see the creampie. 

their eyes followed jaehyun’s every move, watching as he exited you with a single plop.

“i’m first.” the silver-haired boy spoke quickly, immediately lowering himself to be level with your weeping hole. 

it was obvious that this wasn’t over. and you were more than okay with that.

_

//tagging: @pradajaehyun @glitchfiles @stargrll13 @the-universe-in-you-jjh

[apoptoses]

Was rereading Blood and Gold and got the urge to look at palazzos based on Marius’s description of the home he bought in Venice.

“I had fallen in love with one particular palazzo, a house of great beauty, its facade covered in glistening marble tiles, its arches in the Moorish style [...]”

There’s only one palazzo on the Grand Canal I could find that fits that description. It was called the Palazzo Santa Sofia but is now the Ca d’Oro, and the inside is currently an art museum. It was built in the early 15th Century just before Marius settled in Venice.

Inside the courtyard has Roman-esque mosaic floors, marble walls, and houses a number of classical statues just like the ones Marius took Armand outside to touch.

Most the interior has been gutted but there’s a few traces of 15th century style in it, like the coffered ceiling and this niche with a painting of Saint Sebastian.

A view from the balcony, where Armand could have stood and people watched.

The front door

The side door within the courtyard

The palazzo by night

[look-sharp-notes]

Известно, что ни один кадр культовой кинокартины «Касабланка» не был снят в Марокко. Прототипом Rick’s Café послужили импровизированные декорации отелей в Танжере. Годами многочисленные туристы – поклонники фильма все время пытались найти нечто похожее в Касабланке. И в 2004 году в Касабланке было открыто «Rick’s Cafе Casablanca», которое позиционирует себя, как ресторан-пиано-бар в стилистике голливудского шедевра 40-х годов «Касабланка». Для легендарного Rick’s Cafе местные власти предоставили традиционный марокканский риад – грандиозный особняк с центральным внутренним двором, построенный в 1930 году на окраине Медины. Фасад здания со стороны улицы украшают тяжелые деревянные двери, как в фильме, ориентированные на порт и Атлантический океан. Rick’s Cafе наполнено элементами декора, представляющими ремесленную индустрию Марокко. Камины из резного мрамора, цветная марокканская штукатурка «таделакт», традиционная для мавританской архитектуры терракотовая плитка «зулляйдж» на стенах и полах и конечно текстиль, посуда светильники ручной работы. Замысловатые антикварные латунные напольные и настольные лампы с ажурновырезанными металлическими плафонами создают в помещении сказочные световые эффекты. Каждый стол заведения украшают роскошные лампы с медным абажуром и бахромой из бисера, специально разработанные для этого проекта и ставшие символом кафе. Кафе расположено по адресу: 248, Bd Sour Jdid. Place du jardin public. Ancienne médina. Casablanca. Morocco

It is known that not a single frame of the cult film “Casablanca” was filmed in Morocco. Rick’s Café was based on improvised hotel sets in Tangier. For years, numerous tourists who were fans of the film were constantly trying to find something similar in Casablanca. And in 2004, “Rick’s Cafe Casablanca” was opened in Casablanca, which positions itself as a restaurant-piano-bar in the style of the Hollywood masterpiece of the 40s “Casablanca”. For the legendary Rick's Café, local authorities provided a traditional Moroccan riad - a grandiose mansion with a central courtyard, built in 1930 on the outskirts of the Medina. The street façade of the building is decorated with heavy wooden doors, like in the film, oriented towards the port and the Atlantic Ocean. Rick's Cafe is filled with decorative elements representing the Moroccan craft industry. Fireplaces made of carved marble, colored Moroccan “tadelakt” plaster, traditional Moorish architecture terracotta tiles “zullage” on the walls and floors and of course textiles, tableware and handmade lamps. Intricate antique brass floor and table lamps with intricately carved metal shades create fabulous lighting effects in the room. Each table of the establishment is decorated with luxurious lamps with copper shades and beaded fringe, specially designed for this project and which have become a symbol of the cafe. The cafe is located at 248 Bd Sour Jdid. Place du jardin public. Ancienne medina. Casablanca. 🇲🇦

[lenreli]

Day 19 - "Never thought about it"

[AO3]

Entering Hob’s apartment, through the door this time, and with Hob in tow, he pulls off his coat to hang up on the coat rack ― and Hob lets out a swear, apparently having banged his shin on the coffee table, brown eyes wide as they stare at Dream. He just blinks in return, gliding over to sit on the sofa. “Um. The, uh. You look,” Hob wheezes, eventually sitting next to him. 

“I assume you mean I look well,” Dream drawls, the black harness on his chest the only thing there. Plus, the many tiny chains going across his chest, connecting at the centre, and Hob’s eyes drift down to his pants, leather with lace-up sides, showing his skin through them, then platform boots on his feet.

“You―you do, um, ah,” Hob flounders, gaping at him, “you. Um. Very nice,” the other man nods, fingers twitching until they’re put under Hob’s legs, and Dream only blinks. 

“You’ve never thought of how I look?” He asks innocently, tasting a passing daydream of Hob’s, over 600 years old, changing with each century as Hob met him, of pulling off the various dark clothes to see if his stranger is as pale underneath― 

“Never thought about it,” Hob lies.

“Truly? Not even after 1789?” He asks, and Hob’s next daydream is potent, well-tread and moorish as his stranger looks at him with such hunger, and Hob would be a knight in shining ― or tarnished, depending on how he feels ― armour, of kissing his stranger right then, don’t think his stranger would mind if he was fucked against their private table― 

“No,” Hob lies again, licking his lips, and Hob lets out a tiny sound as Dream leans forward, resting his head on his hand, the chains of harness jingling lightly as he moves ― and now Hob’s daydreams are filled with a pale chest, pink nipples and putting his hands under the chains, wants to put his fingers into the sides of Dream’s pants, the lace-up a tease of pale skin, wants to hear what sounds he can wring out, watching those chains heave with Dream’s breath as he― 

“How disappointing. And after all that effort to dress up, too,” Dream says, leaning closer to tug at the collar of Hob’s leather jacket, and he watches under his lashes as Hob twitches, face turning red.

“I mean, you always look nice, of course, always, surely you know that already,” Hob fumbles, stilling as Dream’s finger goes down the edge of his jacket slowly, and Dream can feel Hob’s shuttered breaths as he does. 

Dream hums, frowning, “maybe I wanted you to notice,” he offers, giving Hob a small smirk, “and maybe give me something else that’s not a ‘very nice,’” he says, close enough to feel Hob’s breath on his face.

“I’ll give you something else alright―” Hob’s daydreams are a flurry, only one thing clear, before Hob pulls him in by the harness, other hand going to his hair as he’s being kissed deeply.

[indiatrendzs]

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[calabria-mediterranea]

Seminara, Calabria, Italy

Historically, the town of Seminara has had a reputation for its fine olive oil and silk.

But Seminara has a long history of terracotta production, no doubt owing to the area’s abundance of red and white clay. Decorative pieces are finished with vibrant colors derived from natural sources. Traditionally, green, yellow and blue predominate. Characterized by original forms, bizarre faces and extremely lively colors, Seminara ceramics are imaginative, folkloristic creations full of story, hidden meaning and even magical powers.

Examples include the Giganti, dancing puppets of giant proportions that represent the union of the indigenous and Moorish peoples, and vivid local pottery steeped in popular lore.

Another important category of Seminara ceramics is that of scaramanzia or the warding off of superstition. The evil eye of your neighbor cannot be left to linger unchecked, and what better than a fantastically designed ceramic piece to combat a malicious curse or even an unwanted glare?

The maschere apotropaiche or apotropaic masks are imbued with a power to avert evil influences or bad luck. These masks were placed on the doors of houses, over windows and on balconies, wherever evil could possibly get a foothold.

Written by Karen Haid

Photos by @dmncdl, hotcore.info and Calabria: The Other Italy

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[loiladadiani]

"In St. Petersburg we work, but at Livadia, we live."

Grand Duchess Olga Alexandrovna

In 1909, Nikolay Krasnov, who was responsible for the Yousupoff Palace in Koreiz, was engaged to design a new imperial palace in Livadia (before that, there had been an imperial residence in Livadia consisting of a large and a small palace used by Alexander II and later by Alexander III, who died at the smaller residence.) When Nicholas II decided to build the new palace, he also demolished the older residence but left the small palace where his father died.

The Tsar's diary indicates that the Imperial Family discussed the design; it was decided that all four façades of the palace should look different. After 17 months of construction, the new palace was inaugurated on 11 September 1911. In November, Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna celebrated her 16th birthday at Livadia.

The family was always the happiest at Livadia.

One of the Tsar's "motors" at Livadia. If you look carefully, you can see the "side of the palace" where the car is parked and the main entrance in both the contemporary colored and black and white photos.

Above is the beautiful Italian Courtyard of the palace as it stands today. If you look at pictures taken when the Romanovs used the palace, the centerpiece of the courtyard was different. Today, there is a fountain at the center. Examining the older pictures (below), you can see that there seemed to be what I can only describe as a "well" at the center of the courtyard. There was a column on each side of the well. In one of the photos below, you can see Grand Duke Dmitry Pavlovich; he had his own rooms at the Livadia Palace.

Nicholas II and his family were so at ease at Livadia that they also conducted some minor official functions in addition to family activities. When the family went to Livadia, they usually went as far as Yalta by sea; it is easy to infer that the official activities they conducted were related to the crew of the Standart. In addition, at the time, it was believed that mountain air and rest could cure tuberculosis, and there were several spas and sanatoria in the mountains in the area. The Empress and the girls visited the sick there (they also participated in other charitable activities.)

The Yousupov family gifted the beautiful door above to Nicholas and Alexandra. The painting next to it is from a beautiful book by Kravnov ("Fiftieth Anniversary of Yalta"), who worked on the palace's design (and on that of the Crimean summer residences of several Grand Dukes.) The window is also featured in the painting.

The "solarium" seems to have been a very popular area. Nicholas and his children preferred the outdoors, and Livadia seemed to provide the Empress with the perfect environment to get sun and fresh air in comfort regardless of her many ailments.

This is the "Moorish" courtyard of the palace. It is small, but notice the exquisite tilework on the walls. And, of course, the little balcony between the windows seemed perfect to Alexis for him to "address" his family.

The palace had a chapel so that the Romanov family could worship in privacy.

A few of the interiors of the palace. The chandelier is Murano Glass (amazing that it survived all these years.) Olga's coming-of-age celebration took place in Livadia in the formal dining room in the photograph above, dancing spilling into the flower-perfumed courtyard. That is a luxury of the type you cannot buy! The girls' rooms are currently being restored. There are pictures of the rooms as they were, but I was not sure they were from Livadia, so I did not include them.

Finally, some photos of the "Tsar's Path" (or Sunny Path), which exists to this day (it goes from Livadia Park to the city of Gaspra.) The family loved to walk this path (regardless of its name, it is not sunny but pleasantly breezy). This path is on one level so that anybody can walk it, regardless of their cardiovascular status. I have read two stories about how it "emerged," and as usual, the truth is probably in the middle. First story: The new Livadia Palace did not exist yet, but the Romanovs used the old palace and always loved coming to Livadia. Alexander III kept gaining weight, and his doctor recommended that he walk but not overdo it...so Alexander had the path leveled. The path's beginning and end differed from what they would be later. Second Story: Sandro had the path from Ay Todor toward Livadia built because Nicholas and Sandro's families always visited each other (they started calling it the Prince's Path.) Nicholas loved the idea and extended the path.

Today, the main path remains, and other routes to other small towns can be hiked from it. Many of the same benches and sculptures are where they were at the time of the Romanovs.

Just one last photo. Here, you can see how close the palace is to the mountains and the sea. A beautiful big house full of fresh air and light with flowers perfuming the air. No wonder Olga liked it so much! (gcl)

[rabbitcruiser]

Doors, Gates and Windows (No. 69)

Medinah Temple, Chicago

[thearchmanofgreenfield]

TWHUTH LORE: The House on No 9, Allison Street

Description:

Located in Demonum Borough, the House on No 9, Allison Street is the current home of the Great House of Demon. It sits on the very center of Allison Street, being the only real house on the road with the every other house being a hollow facade. On the exterior, the house looks like a thin four story building with an elevated door and arched windows. On the interior, the house is a seven story manor comprised on several halls, lounges and other rooms. The house and the street first began construction in 485 AF and completed construction is 493 AF. Making the house and the street 141 years old as of the year 634 AF.

While the exact method which was used to create the house's odd dimensions is unknown it is thought that the house's exterior is a mere shell meant to act as a gateway to the real house which is contained in a plain of reality between the Mirror and the normal world known as Gray Space. And while records dating back to the house's construction are limited it is almost certain that it's creation involved the use of ancient Moorish magic thought to date back to the Days of the Woodland Folk in the Era Before the Flight (see: Introduction I)

History:

(Note: The following information is being abridged and para-phrased from the tome 'The History of House Demon' by Harwood Demon (528- 588 AF), Chapter 12: Allison's House)

The House on No 9 was first designed by the Lady Allison Demon, Baronette of Demonum (462- 539 AF). Lady Allison was the youngest sibling in the household of her father, Baron Walden Demon (433-484 AF). Having grown up in the ancestral Demon Estate on Sepalsworth Hill near the back end of Demonum her time there came to an abrupt end on the year 484 AF when, due to an ongoing conflict with the Order of Man, the Sepalsworth Estate was set ablaze on the night of 171st Day of 484. The event, known as the Torching of Old Sepalsworth lead to the deaths of the Baron Walden and his heir-apparent Henmilton Demon (457-484). Allison and her other old sibling, Darwin Demon (459- 531), survived. Following the fire and the ascension of Darwin as Baron of Demonum Allison was said to have officially begun the designing of the House on 485 AF at the age of 23 when she was stationed at the Demon's country Estate of Northmount Manor in the Baronies. Allison had been known for her incredible knowledge on the mathematical precision of structures her imagination when it came to shaping said objects having declined an invitation from the Order of the Intelligencia (see: The Organization of the Circle) years prior.

It is said Allison would spend 8.5 years constructing the house and the street with some tales implying she used secret Moorish Flame magic she had learned during either her stay at the ancient manor in Northmount or her time as a student with access to the secret archives of the College. But whatever the case, her goal had been for the street and the surrounding buildings to act as an unassuming cover in order to hide the house from future misfortune. The street would also ward away Hunters due to it not being listed as an official street under the Hatlynshire Government (see: Introduction II). Her brother would have the street named in her honor and the Demon Family would begin residing in it in the year 493. It has served as the official residence of the House of Demon ever since.

Footnotes: honestly at first I thought 141 years seemed like a pretty low number in terms of house age. But then I realized that by modern house standards that is positively ancient. And yes, according to the math Allison would be Lucian's great-great-great grandaunt. And yes I'll be incorporating more specific dates onto lore posts that take place after the Flight.

Anyways, any question? If so then please feel free to ask! Any other lore you'd like to know? Also feel free to ask. Thanks and cheerio! :D

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Art -> BEST MEDIOCRE SKETCHES: SHOWCASE POST

Community -> TUMBLR COMMUNITY

MORE Art -> MORE EXPRESSION PRACTICE

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[nomadomar]

Arabization: The Lost Stories of Transformation

Chapter 2: The Moorish Guardian

The clash of steel echoed across the battlefield, mingling with the cries of the wounded and the shouts of commanders as the Reconquista raged fiercely in 15th-century Spain. The Christian forces, determined to reclaim the Iberian Peninsula, fought with fervor against the Moors, who defended their lands with equal zeal. Amid the chaos, Sir Guillaume de Montfort, a knight of French origin, swung his sword with all the strength he could muster. His armor was battered, his muscles strained with exhaustion, but his resolve remained unbroken.

Guillaume had been raised in the chivalric traditions of France, his sense of honor intertwined with his identity as a Christian knight. He viewed the Moors as infidels, enemies of Christendom, and had come to Spain to prove his valor in the service of God. But on this day, the sheer force of the Moorish cavalry overwhelmed him. Surrounded and outnumbered, Guillaume fought valiantly until his sword was knocked from his hand, and he was pulled from his horse, bound, and taken prisoner.

Dragged through the streets of Granada, Guillaume’s pride was as battered as his armor. His heart burned with humiliation, but as he was led into the heart of the Alhambra, his surroundings began to intrude upon his thoughts. The palace was a marvel of architecture, its walls adorned with intricate carvings, its gardens lush and fragrant with the scent of jasmine. Despite himself, Guillaume could not help but feel a grudging respect for the beauty of the place.

He was brought before a distinguished Moorish nobleman, Emir Yusuf ibn Mansur. The Emir stood tall, his bearing noble, his demeanor calm and composed. Guillaume, kneeling in chains, expected to be met with disdain, perhaps even scorn. But as he looked up into the Emir’s eyes, he saw something different—a mix of curiosity and, surprisingly, pity.

"Sir Guillaume de Montfort," the Emir began, his voice resonating with authority. "You fought bravely, but this war is not just about swords and blood. It is about the souls of men, and the legacy they leave behind."

Guillaume said nothing, his pride preventing him from responding. But the words lingered in his mind, echoing with a weight he could not ignore.

Over the days and weeks that followed, Guillaume remained a prisoner in the Alhambra, but his confinement was not harsh. Emir Yusuf treated him with a respect that confused the knight, and he was given quarters within the palace, where he could rest and reflect. At first, Guillaume resisted any attempts to engage with the Moors, clinging to his beliefs and prejudices. But as time passed, his resolve began to wane.

The more he observed the Moorish way of life, the more he found himself drawn to it. Their poetry was rich with emotion, their science brimming with knowledge, and their faith, though foreign to him, was practiced with a sincerity that made him question his own. Emir Yusuf, sensing Guillaume’s inner turmoil, often spoke with him, sharing the wisdom of his people and the history of their land.

"You see us as enemies," Yusuf said one evening, as they walked through the palace gardens. "But we are more alike than you think. We all seek the truth, in our own ways. The truth of who we are, and the legacy we wish to leave behind."

Guillaume listened, but his heart was conflicted. How could he, a Christian knight, find common ground with those he had been taught to hate? And yet, he could not deny the growing respect he felt for the Emir and his people. It was this respect that slowly began to erode the rigid walls of his identity.

One day, Yusuf invited Guillaume to explore the hidden corners of the Alhambra. The knight, intrigued by the offer, agreed. They descended deep into the palace, through corridors that seemed to stretch into the very heart of the earth. Finally, they reached a door, ancient and heavy, which Yusuf opened with a key that had been passed down through generations.

Inside was a chamber unlike any Guillaume had ever seen. The walls were lined with relics—artifacts of immense historical and spiritual significance. At the center of the room, resting on a pedestal, was a sword. Its blade was etched with symbols, and its hilt gleamed with gold and jewels. Yusuf approached the sword with reverence.

"This sword," Yusuf explained, "is said to have been blessed by the Prophet Muhammad himself. It was wielded by a great warrior who sought to unite the tribes of Arabia under one banner. His spirit, they say, still resides within it, waiting for one worthy to continue his mission."

Guillaume felt a strange compulsion to touch the sword. He hesitated, but something deep within him urged him forward. As his hand closed around the hilt, a surge of energy coursed through his body, as if the sword were alive, as if it recognized him. In that moment, Guillaume felt a connection to the sword, to the warrior who had wielded it, and to the land that had given birth to such a legacy.

From that day on, Guillaume began to change. His dreams were filled with visions of desert sands, of caravanserais where travelers rested and traded tales, of battles fought under the crescent moon. He saw himself not as a knight in shining armor, but as a warrior draped in flowing robes, leading men across the vast expanse of the desert.

His features, too, began to shift. His once pale skin darkened under the Andalusian sun, his blue eyes took on a more olive hue, and his body, once encased in the heavy armor of a knight, grew accustomed to the light, flowing garments of the Moors. Even his thoughts, once centered on Christian dogma, began to align with the teachings of the Quran.

Guillaume found himself adopting the manners and customs of the Moors. He began to pray with them, to study their texts, and to see the world through their eyes. The sword, which he kept close at all times, seemed to guide him, its presence a constant reminder of the path he was on.

The transformation was not without conflict. Guillaume struggled with the idea that he was betraying his past, his family, and the faith that had shaped him. But the more he embraced his new identity, the more he realized that this was not a betrayal, but a fulfillment of something deeper, something that had always been a part of him, waiting to be awakened.

As the Reconquista neared its climax, Guillaume knew that the time had come to make a choice. He could return to his Christian roots, to the life of a knight, or he could fully embrace the identity that had been forming within him—the identity of an Arab warrior.

When the final battle for Granada began, Guillaume, now known as Ghazi al-Mansur, took up arms. He wielded the sword blessed by the Prophet with a skill and ferocity that astounded both his Moorish allies and his former Christian comrades. In the heat of battle, Ghazi led a charge that turned the tide, defending the last bastion of Moorish rule with the prowess of a seasoned warrior.

As the dust settled and the smoke cleared, Ghazi stood victorious. The city of Granada, the last stronghold of the Moors, remained in their hands, at least for a little longer. Ghazi looked out over the city he now called home, knowing that he had fulfilled the prophecy hidden in the chamber.

The battle won, Ghazi returned to the Alhambra, where he knelt before Emir Yusuf, not as a prisoner, but as a brother-in-arms. The chains that had once bound him were gone, replaced by the bonds of loyalty and shared purpose.

"Your journey is complete," Yusuf said, placing a hand on Ghazi’s shoulder. "You have found your true self, not in the past you left behind, but in the future you have chosen to embrace."

Ghazi nodded, understanding now that his transformation had been more than just a change of clothes, or a shift in beliefs. It had been a journey of the soul, a realization that identity is not just a matter of birth, but of choice and experience.

His past life as Guillaume de Montfort was forever left behind, a distant memory that no longer held sway over him. He was now Ghazi al-Mansur, a warrior of the Moorish legacy, a man who had chosen to forge a new path, a new destiny.

As he stood in the heart of the Alhambra, surrounded by the beauty and history of the palace, Ghazi felt a deep sense of peace. His transformation was complete, his purpose clear. He would continue to defend the land he had come to love, to honor the legacy of the Moors, and to live by the principles that had guided his transformation.

The story of Sir Guillaume de Montfort had ended on the battlefield, but the story of Ghazi al-Mansur was just beginning.

Arabization: The Lost Stories of Transformation Chapter 1: The Scribe's Awakening Chapter 2: The Moorish Guardian Chapter 3: The Scholar's Dilemma