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[niinnyu]

Stupid bideogaem making me wanna draw backgrounds and shit 🤢🤮

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Sanctuary Cove [40×40] by MapXilla

[malphantasias]

The Clothing Industry in Empires Smp S2 (Headcanons!)

I know this is random but STAY WITH ME HERE OK

Yeah so anyways starting with Sanctuary and branching outwards.

Sanctuary outfits are all usually custom-made locally for the empire. As an empire that exports woods of all types, they're the kind of people that usually venture out to have to collect these when saplings run low, so they make their own gear; Lighter cloths to gather Acacia in the savannah heat and heavier ones for the cold for spruce. In Sanctuary though, it's usually focused on lighter because of the tropical weather.

They get commissions outside the lands every now and then from other empires, but tend to keep to themselves. Can't be a secret safe haven if the entire world knows your name.

The way their outfits are made are all Sanctuary-custom oriented and usually self-sufficient, however they do source their raw materials from two other kingdoms.

Chromia and Glimmer Grove.

The Chromia citizens are usually the more practical/ function-first-comfort-later people, however, if possible, they can also be silly with their creative ideas. Sometimes making something cute can also top functionality. An experimental set if you will.

As the dye exports, the dye fabrics and leathers in intricate patterns. They tend to wear light clothing as meadow-dwellers so you would see them in thin cloths and shawls. Their heaviest cloths at most would be for the gardeners in charge of collecting flowers to produce the dyes and the farmers who work with the animals and in the wheat field.

As for Glimmer Grove, they're like the Gucci (lmao) equivalent in terms of quality in the clothing industry. They're the ones who produce the fabrics and leathers. They're very popular for custom made commissions for their tailors around the world. They have a more varied clothing style compared to Chromia, with slightly heavier clothing for the colder nights. The softest leather you can find will definitely come from them, and it will be pricey (to be fair they are a nation trying to rebuild themselves from the ground-up)

Going back to Sanctuary, their relationship with Glimmer Grove would be the exchanging of said fabrics and cloth and leather for looms and practical tools for forming clothes (Sanctuary has very crafty tools as the lumber industry, so the people within it tend to be good with their hands but that's for another day). Chromia provides the colours and the fancy patterns of all kinds to both these kingdoms and they exchange back with their wares.

A big three-way exchange! :D

I don't have the map of the empires that's like, marked out of where they are in relation to each other- but i know chromia is fairly more inland while both Glimmer Grove and Sanctuary have docks? So it would be a combination of sea and land merchants for these exchanges.

AS FOR THE OTHER EMPIRES

Stratos' village usually source from Glimmer Grove and Chromia for the finest cotton and designs to offer to the gods while wearing fairly plainer but practical outfits for daily life themselves.

TumbleTown is really far away from everyone else I believe, and is still in the process of becoming accessible so they either import leather from Glimmer Grove which takes time, or make their own locally from plants and such from just outside the dry mesa.

Animalia...... uhh. Well, they have fur /j

REAL TALK besides Lizzie, Animalia citizens probably lean towards custom commissions. They're uhhhh animals so technically no they don't need clothes but maybe some of them might go "hell yeah look at that sweet jacket" and get one commissioned (reluctantly) from Glimmer Grove. They're a very superstitious community (but thats a topic for another day). I mean, Lizzie has disguises and everything so yeah. Commissions! But not active trading routes.

The Goblin Empire does not Trade often. They steal. They make local goblin clothing, made of mish mashed designs and outfits (that are somehow, strangely appealing), which can vary. Some parts where lighter cloth due to nearby lava, others wear heavier ones due to the coldness of the cave depths. Besides, they source their own leather from their bountiful pig farms.

Pixl isn't an "empire" technically and lore-wise, but I wanted to include! As a wandering historian that uncovers the mysteries of the past, you tend to go all over the place, therefore he has very wide variety of outfits. A little something from every other kingdom you could say. From the cool shawls of Chromia to the warmest wool of Glimmer Grove- he has a little bit of everything.

Forgotten Cove people tend to source their cloths either from Glimmer Grove OR they sew their cloths together for the most Practical yet stylish pirate fashionwear. Before being stranded at said Cove they most likely had to make cloths on board while sourcing the raw materials from land exports. No doubt the habit stays

False also sews and make their own cloths- mostly from distrust of other empires and still opening up. More than likely though, will just talk fully made clothes that just so happened to be "lying around."

And lastly, Dawn! Though their weather isn't as tropical as Sanctuary or hot like Chromia, they still wear lighter outfits under the sun and make sure to stay warm at the nights from the cool downward drafts of the mountain their rest beside. As fairly close (though not necessarily) neighbours with Chromia, they also tend to have beautiful patterns that they wear to honour the sun they live under.

All the empires this time around tend to live in warmer or average climates. I could argue for Stratos itself from higher altitude but uh. Gods and their godliness, y'know? Their chad aura is enough to keep them warm even if they just wore loincloths probably LMAO

[thisisntthegeorgeyourelookingfor]

Went and saw my Dodgers play the Royals.

Porter really wanted to hit 55mph but wasn't too sad since he hit 54mph and was convinced if he'd been properly warmed up he would have have hit 55.

Tigers are amazing. So we went and checked some out at the Cedar Cove Feline Sanctuary.

Killed some time letting Porter ride an electric scooter. I think that smile says it all.

His favorite part of Ikea was that all four wheels could turn on the carts.

Should have went to one of the recommended BBQ joints. This wasn't bad but I prefer those hole in the wall, run out of food and close for the day type places.

[kailutopia]

The Sanctuary

The Sanctuary is a big mansion on the outskirts of Suspended Cove.

It's a home for any lost travelers who need a place to stay before continuing their journey.

It's also the home of the Quartz Walkers; a group of people who have choosen to stay at the Sanctuary, and keep an eye on Suspended Cove. They also give a hand to the places the Cove connects to occasionnally.

It's home to p!Kai and the Freakish Five (or, as they like to call themselves, the Fruity Five). They're good Walkers, but they have a slight problem with not causing troubles and following instructions.

[ohmygodshesinsane]

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[shellwanders]

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Top Reasons To Hire An Electrician For Pool And Spa Installation

When it comes to opting for a pool and spa installation, it is important for you to make sure that you opt for the right illumination. In this regard, hiring an electrician to get the job done can be a good option for you. In this piece, we will have a look at a few of the reasons that tell you to opt for the right electrician to hire an electrician in Sanctuary Cove for pool and spa installation. 

Set up the electrical systems

It is extremely important for you to make sure that you get all the electrical systems sorted in the right manner, especially when it comes to installation of a pool and spa in your home. This is impossible without the right electrician, which is why you need to hire one before the start of the task.

Safe and secure installation

While opting for the task of pool and spa installation, it is important for you to make sure that the task is completed under the supervision of the right electrician. This is why you need to opt for an experienced electrician in Hope Island and get the job done in the best possible manner. 

Save significant amount of money

When it comes to opting for the installation of a pool and spa in your home, it is important that you opt for the right electrician to get the job done. This will not only allow you to get the right service but will also make sure that you don’t have to spend excessive money to avail the same.

From the above lines, we get a clear idea of the various reasons that tell you to opt for the right electrician near your location when it comes to getting a pool and spa installation done in your home. Keeping these points in mind will help you to get the job done without any hassle.

[hamlets-ak]

seaside sanctuary ༊*·˚

༘♡ speak to me in the language of lovers

during your vocation on a greek island, you and timothée spend some time on a secluded beach. a conversation you have makes him seriously think of your future together

The magic of Milos had settled over you gently and clingingly with its volcanic rock formations and golden shores. Not even two weeks had passed since the day you and Timothée arrived on the island, and you had already become one with the locals; traveling in all its cryptic passages and discovering the heart of the town.

You had found happiness in simple and frugal things like walking along pebbled pathways and marble streets with your boyfriend’s palm inside yours, fingers conjoined and tangled, quick pecks on the cheek and forehead, small glances and furtive smiles, soft laughs, warm or cold hugs, his head balancing tiredly on your shoulder and yours burying on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat.

It was Timothée’s idea to invite your families since you had only a month at your disposal before returning back to work and it was an opportunity to spend some time with them. Besides, it was such a beautiful trip, you had to share this unrepeatable experience. 

Altogether you traveled with your sailboat around the island and stayed on secluded beaches, accessible only by the sea. Hours and hours had been spent under the sun; swimming, snorkeling, laying on the deck, enjoying the sunset at anchor. 

Blazing afternoon sunrays penetrated your skin and blinded your vision, as the briny breeze fanned your face, pulling back strands of salty hair, tangling them with the blowing fair wind. 

The Aegen was opening around you; a sapphire-colored sea that touched the line of the sky, extending to a wild yet quiet horizon. It was summer and the world was in a splendor. 

Your arms were leaning on the silver railings of the boat and your gaze was up in the bright blue veil, watching the seagulls fly high and dive at the water, then rising up again, squawking loudly to each other. 

A burst of familiar boisterous laughter led your eyes to the back at the cockpit. You couldn’t help but smile before even allowing your stare to pierce that dirty glass, only at the sound of his voice. Your head slowly fell to the side and stayed balanced on top of your shoulder. 

Timothée’s radiant smile made you unconsciously laugh a little. And he must've noticed because even through the thick glass and the heavy blanket of water and salt covering it, he stared back at you with an electrifying glint and grinned widely as he bent down to knock at the glass a few times and then waved at you. 

« Let’s go! », he told you. 

You pushed yourself off the railings. Hushed murmurs accompanied by melodious giggles forced you to change your gaze from scenic islets and coves to a small group of people. Barefoot and sun-dazed, their hearts still left in the old pirates’ hideout, Kleftiko, your parents and Pauline, were laying relaxed on the boat. Their swimsuits were on, bodies still wet from their previous dive, drying under shining sunrays. Green beer bottles with the word ‘Mythos’ written on their lebels were reflecting golden beams of light, as cigarettes burnt in the air alongside sprinkles of brine and rust.

« Pauline? », you called her name. She sat better at her elbows and raised her eyes that were covered with black shades. « You’re coming? »

« Nah, » she replied throwing her head back. « I’m tired. I’ll just stay here and take a nap. Have fun though. » You nodded at her words and moved slowly and steadily to the back, hands holding tightly the ropes of the boat.

« Hey, » Timothée grinned at you. 

« Hi, » you greeted him and the Captain. « Where are we right now? »

« We are at Sykia, » Timothée replied. He wrapped his arm around you, letting it fall loose on your shoulder as he held you.

« Yeah that’s right, » the Captain spoke with his heavy Greek voice that held a melodious tone only people from Cyclades had. « Once you pass that tunnel, you’ll end up in the cave, » he pointed in the direction you were already looking at. Timothée nodded in understandment, arms snaking in your lower spine, bringing you closer to his body. « And when you get inside, you'll notice that a part of the roof of the cave is missing. It was submerged years ago and now there is a kind of natural skylight. »

« Oh that’s cool, » you said turning to the scenery while Timothée’s nose was mindlessly circling your cheek and temple, tracing soft lines over your brow. Sun kissed your faces and drifted at the space between, giving away a sheen. 

« It is cool, » the Captain continued. « I mean, what are you even doing in Milos if you haven’t visited Sykia? » You both lightly laughed at his words as you took Timothée’s hand in yours and pressed a pair of soft lips on top of it before he lightly patted your cheek with his hand making you grin, melting at his warm touch, and hug him tight. 

You had anchored close to the cave, less than half of a nautical mile. Waves were luring the boat along with them giving it a soft waft. 

Timothée waited for you to approach the edge of the boat before jumping off the stern into a calm steady sea with a thunderous splash that sprinkled you from head to toe, and then paddled the water. Quickly he emerged, throwing his head back and pulling pieces of hair that were stuck on his forehead, out of his face. With cold water stinging your skin, you lightly stepped back gasping.

« Come in! », Timothée laughed and motioned his head to you.

« It’s cold! », you slouched your shoulders, arms wrapped around your stomach. You glanced back regretting your decision of not staying with Pauline to take a nap as well.

« Come in! », he said in a more demanding tone. You bit your lips and shook your head. « I’m going to splash you. »

“No, you wouldn’t.”

« You sure about that? », he asked tossing a small wave of water in your direction. 

« Timothée, it’s cold! »

« I’ll splash you. » You looked at him for a few seconds. « I’ll do it. »

« Fine, » you groaned making him smile, and without much thought jumped into the sea. 

A freezing feeling struck then gradually consumed your body. Nothing but the sea was surrounding you and you kicked your feet through bitter water, gasping for air. You fought for a moment breathlessly to come to the surface and then looked at Timothée who was already a bit ahead of you.

« Wait, wait, wait! », you shouted at him. He stopped and turned around to look at you, as you paddled along the blue to be closer to him. Timothée couldn’t help but laugh, watching you all puffed, your legs weightless kicking an uncharted abyss below. 

Together you glided the blue, reaching the tunnel Captain told you about. Your head moved up too distracted from watching the brown-greenish rocks above your head. Tim pulled your hand and pressed a wet kiss on your cheek.

« Let’s go, » he said, his voice echoing loud all around as if coming from speakers.

The cave had no roof just like the Captain described it. Sun rays were lighting the inside of the cave, creating amazing colorations that enchanted you. It was a unique miracle every visitor should see. 

On the inside was a small pebbled beach, with rocks and crystal clear waters. There was no one there. Just the two of you.

Like true children of the sun, you swam in the idyllic calm and then ran to the pebbled shore, free, repeating the gestures of athletes of Delos.

« Aren’t you afraid it’s going to fall and crush us down? », you told him as your hands cupped in the air the part of the cave that was still up. Your bodies were close to each other, so close you could hear the smile forming on his lips.

« It’s been like that for so many years, why does it have to fall now that we are here? », he asked. You rolled your eyes and chuckled. 

« I’m just saying, » you mumbled. He breathed out heavily which made you turn in question. « What? », you looked at him.

« Oh, nothing, » he laughed a little, pulling back his wet hair. You kept staring at him for a few seconds watching droplets watering the rocks below you. 

« I’ve never been happier. » He wore a dreamful smile. « And I wish every day could be like that. »

« Like what? », his eyebrow slightly raised. Your mouth curled up thinking of your response as your gaze turned back to the crystal pure tapestry of the sky.

« Waking up together… making love… having breakfast… going for a walk… swimming… making love again and then having a bath together. » Your words caused a boyish grin to appear on his face and you imitated his expression. « Eating together, listening to music, watching the sunset… you laughing and me laughing because you are laughing… telling you how much I love you… »

« Sounds good to me, » he said and leaned to kiss your shoulder. You pouted your lips and looked down. Timothée frowned and then turned to the side, balancing on his one elbow, to take a better look at you.

« You won’t tell me how much you love me back? », you bit your lips trying not to smile. His face flushed at your mincing manner and how you pronounced the world ‘love’. He looked away.

« Oh, of course, I’ll tell you, » he bent lower his head and you tented your neck to catch his lips, your hand holding back his hair as he moved on top of you, dripping water running on your body. He breathed out hot air on your face making your head fall back trying to get some oxygen inside before returning to him, your heads touching and lips almost stitched together. 

« Y/N, » he said voice deep echoing inside you. « I really need you to know this. »

« You don’t have to say anything. »

« No, I have to, » Tim gulped. « You walked by chance into my very messy life and from day to day, I started to breathe better. Before you, without you, I loved nothing. With you, I have accepted more things. I have learned to live. That's probably why I’ve always mixed my love for you with so much gratitude. » Your mouth slightly opened and eyes glanced away. « I mean every word. »

Without warning you kissed him on the lips. He let out a muffled sound from the force with which your mouth touched his. 

« I wouldn’t have loved you any less, if you didn’t say anything, » you told him. Your stare was fixed on his plum reddish lips that tasted like salt and apricots and cherries. « But now that you did, all I can do is love you more. »

He smiled. His forehead brushed against yours as he let you lick away his grin and kiss him. First slow, sweet, soft; then harder, fiery, urgent, like a poem of Odysseas Elytis.

It was a true sisyphean work watching the way the lurking glint of your eyes and your wolfish grin dig up his most shameful secrets, without ripping the animal from within and burying himself in your streams of love and delicate words.

The waft’s stroke maneuvered between you, warm like a teenage memory, spreading sprinkles of salt and rust to the air. Bodies entangled in summer thunders, as the gentle splash of water on your toes offered a kind of peace, privacy, and safety that you had both missed. 

You flapped and then stayed there in comfortable silence. But as you watched the horizon slowly bleed from the crevice of the tunnel, Timothée couldn't think of the swollen sun, honeycombs, and wasted old summers.

The only thing he had in mind was how much he loved you, how much you loved him - because he knew that - and how much he couldn't wait any longer for you to live together forever.

And as you laid together, eyes gazing at the moon and the starlit sky, bodies hugging one another, his lips lingering on your head and fingers gently storing your hair, he probably took one of the most important, life-changing decisions about your life.

He was going to ask you to marry him.

[dk-thrive]

Dame's Rocket. 6:00 am. May 16 2024. Cove Island Park Wildlife Sanctuary. (@dkct25)

[puddle-nerd]

Everything Was Golden

Summary: Your wedding night had traditions to follow, not that you were complaining… (Ao’nung/Na’vi Female Reader)

Prompt #4 (By the Fire) for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023.

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, By the Fire, Na’vi Female Reader, Aged Up Characters, Everyone is Legal, Yes they’re both eighteen+!, Na’vi Culture (Avatar – Cameron), Na’vi Language (Avatar – Cameron), Wedding Night, Semi-Public Sex, Beach Sex, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan Lives

Na’vi Translation: Kuru — neural queue Muntxate — wife | female spouse Olo’eyktan — Clan Leader Ranteng Utralti — The Spirit Tree is a sacred place of the Metkayina clan, located underwater in the center of the Cove of the Ancestors Tawtute — human | Sky Person Tsahìk — Spiritual Leader of the clan Tsaheylu — neural bond made through the connection of two neural queues Uturu – Na’vi tradition stating that any refugee seeking sanctuary must be granted safe harbor Yawne – Beloved

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You had been waiting for this day since the moment your parents had sought uturu though it had been a rocky beginning when you two had first met. But now was the day you finally got to marry the one and only male you had ever loved, though it had been a long and rocky road to get to where you and Ao’nung were at now, what with the return of the tawtute and nearly losing your twin brother. The preparation for your binding ceremony had taken a couple of weeks (which you were utterly grateful to have your mother and your future mother, Ronal, helping you every step of the way to incorporate some of your Omatikayan heritage with your new Metkayinan ways) and all of the neighboring villages were coming to bear witness to the ceremonial portion of the union of the future Olo’eyktan and his bride, you.

As was Omatikayan tradition, your mother, Neytiri, had woven your chest covering from the prettiest threads of gold and green and decorated it with little shells and pearls, Ronal creating you a near matching loincloth, and as you were gaining two more sisters, Kiri, Tsireya, Tuk, and little Rue (Ao’nung and Tsireya’s now four-year-old sister) had each created a piece of your wedding jewelry out of similar pearls and pretty shells and stones. As was Metkayinan tradition, both your father, Jake, and future father, Tonowari, had guided you in how to find the best materials to create your husband-to-be a new spear and both of your brothers had assisted you in weaving a new ceremonial cloak for once Ao’nung took over as the Olo’eyktan.

Eventually.

But today… you wedding.

Dressed in your finery, you had crossed the beach to your handsome yawne and presented Ao’nung with his new cloak and weapon while he presented you with a little pot containing a budding Papa Mantis Tree as a symbol of your growing relationship that would one day become strong and everlasting as the massive trees that grew on beach of your island. And then the two of you had exchanged your vows before the whole of the Metkayinan people present and sealed your bindings with a kiss to thunderous applause. The following feasting and dancing had made your head spin as you were so gloriously happy, constantly touching and kissing your new husband.

Then the largest moon had reached the highest point in the sky, thus starting the final tradition.

You and Ao’nung had said your good nights to your friends and family and village and had swum out to a tiny island just beside Ranteng Utralti where a stocked mauri pod and a firepit waited for the two of you. You inspected the tiny hut that was only used for Olo’eyktan and/or Tsahìk mating’s and flushed to yourself in giddy anticipation for what was about to happen.

Turning back to Ao’nung, you quietly made your way back out to where he had gotten the bonfire lit and kneeled behind him on a blanket, hugging him gently and kissing his turquoise shoulder. “Hello there,” your yawne chuckled, turning in your grip and meeting your lips with his own.

“Hi,” you murmured back, biting your lower lip. “So… we’re married now.”

That familiar smirk of his crossed his lips as he spun upon the blanket further, putting his back to the roaring fire and drew you into his lap. “We are,” he greed, his blue eyes meeting your golden ones. “And now we bond, Ma’muntxate.” Twisting his head to bring his kuru over his shoulder, you copied his movements and brought the end of your dark braid up, the pink tendrils revealing themselves to your gaze, swallowing in nervous anticipation. “You ready?”

“Yes,” you whispered and brought your neural queue to his.

You had made Tsaheylu before with your parents when you’d been an infant, with the Tree of Souls, with your pa’li, your ikran, your ilu, and with the Spirit Tree, but those neural connections didn’t compare to making the bond with Ao’nung. You suddenly had a deeper understanding of him, all of his memories, all of his thoughts, all of it rushing into you in an almost overwhelming wave of heat and emotions causing you to tremble as you gasped quietly, reaching out to anchor yourself.

You could feel Ao’nung’s amusement and his awe as he felt you through Tsaheylu, but most importantly you could feel his love and his building arousal and felt yourself respond in kind, heat pooling low in your belly.

“Ah, ‘Nung,” you moaned quietly.

Ao’nung shifted and laid himself down onto the blanket, smirking up at you as you settled upon his pelvis, reaching up and cupping your sapphire blue cheek with his turquoise three-fingered hand. “So beautiful, Ma’muntxate,” he murmured, taking in the golden glow bathing your skin magnificently. His signature smirk spread his lips then, and you could feel his cocky triumph through your neural bond as he added, “So mine for life.” He pulled you down for a kiss. The two of you undressed each other slowly, reverently, trading kisses and caresses until you slid yourself down onto his cock with a whine. He gripped your hips, hissing, “You take me so well, yawne.” You glowed from his praise and finally began to move, moaning as you felt the pleasure build inside of your body and his. Your stomach began to twist in pleasure as the tip of his cock ground into a spot deep inside of your channel every time your backside met his strong thighs. Your weeping cunt clenched around his thick shaft when Ao’nung released a mewling whine from the back of his throat, his hands guiding your hips over top of him, tightening. “Feel so good, Ma’muntxate,” he groaned, watching your hickey covered breasts lit by the golden glow of the fire bounce teasingly above him. “Gonna make me cum.” You nod, breathing heavily as you began to chase your building orgasm, begging, “Do it, please, yawne. Fill me.” Ao’nung snarled and sat up, the angle of his cock changing and locking into place deeper inside of you. You released a squeal, your walls fluttering around him as the pleasure – his and yours echoing because of Tsaheylu – caused your orgasm to crash over you like a tidal wave. You came with a cry, pleasure overwhelming your senses. “Oh, Great Mother,” Ao’nung panted as you slumped onto his chest, “we have got to do that again. You look all pretty and golden like this.”

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Originally Posted: 17 December 2023 Word Count: 1,085

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[bullet-prooflove]

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It’s at the first wrap party for Cara Cara that Tig seeks you out. He’s seen you around the studio before, clad in a black jeans that fit that ass of yours perfectly, ballet flats and a thin scoop shirt that hangs just right, leaving enough to the imagination. You’re the only one in the place that doesn’t have their tits or ass out, so yea, he takes notice.

At the party he keeps an eye out for you, he never gets a chance to say more than a few words to you on the day-to-day side of things, you’re constantly running round with a camera in your hand, usually up close in someone’s business. He’s not actually sure of the work you do so he asks Bobby.

“Official job is photography and videography; she works with the girls to create unique content for the website.” The other man tells him, reading through the accounts with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. “That one-of-a-kind shit subscribers pay for, the stuff that doesn’t make it into the movies, special requests.”

“She ever been in front of the camera?” he asks.

“Not in the time I’ve been here.” Bobby tells Tig with a shrug of the shoulders.

That’s not a no, because the thing is, he thinks he’s seen you once. He’s got a memory for faces, that and the tattoo on your left bicep he’s caught a glimpse of a couple of times. He recognises it, it’s a unique piece. He has a thing for art and beautiful women, especially the two together.

It doesn’t take long for the party to get out of control. Booze, drugs and high-end pussy, it makes the guys a little crazy, hell, up until recently it would have made him damn right insane. He’d be the first one getting his cock sucked by that red head in the corner but he’s not here for that tonight. He’s here for you.

He finds you in one of the back offices, it’s a small space tucked in the corner of the infrastructure, away from the noise and hubbub of the party. It’s shrouded in darkness, fairy lights illuminating the coving, giving the place a sensuous glow. He knows what this is for you, a sanctuary away from the noise, his home is the same way. His life is the club, he’s there more often than not but his house… Sometimes he needs that space to breathe.

His gaze lands on the pictures you have stuck to the wall, not the usual ones you see in a porn studio but different shit in black frames, dark artwork drawn in thick pencil lines. It’s the stuff of myths and legends, he recognises Persephone, her hand holding an anatomical heart instead of the pomegranate that kept her in hell. Medusa in all her glory, stoic, beautiful and cracked, an exact replica of the piece on your left arm. The third Pandora’s jar, a vessel of smoke, death and everything else in between.

“I thought it was a box.” He says into the air between the two of you, pointing his beer bottle towards the images.

You’re perched on a roller chair in front of a desktop computer with two screens in front of you. You have Photoshop open and you’re editing the shadow on Lyla’s cleavage.

“Mistranslation by some asshole in the sixteenth century.” You tell him, before twisting in your chair to face him. “What can I do for you Mr Trager?”

You make his breath catch in his chest, those eyes of yours could bring a man to his knees. He imagines it, his hands on your hips, drawing those jeans down slowly. He doesn’t know that the fuck it is about you that captures him, but here’s something there under the surface, something a part of him recognises and wants to claim as his.

“Tig.” He corrects you, leaning against the doorframe before jerking his head towards the noise behind him. “You planning on joining the party?”

“Not my scene.” You tell him, frankly, tilting your head to one side. “If you’ve come here looking for another hole to fuck, you’ve come to the wrong place.”

“Nah.” He says, dropping down into the wheelie seat beside of you. He scoots back and forth experimentally, testing the motion of the chair. “If I wanted that I would have stayed at the party, plenty of it going on there.”

“So, what do you want?” You asked him.

Straight to the point, he liked that. He likes a lot of things about you. The way you talk to the girls in that calm, soothing voice of yours when one gets a little overwhelmed, the fact you see them as people trying to make their way through this world. The jokes you tell to set them at ease when you’re up close and personal. The professionalism you exhibited despite the fact you’ve had Ima up in your face and screaming because you’d told her her tits needed just a little more powder to take away the shine of the light. A good shoot can make or break you, you’d reminded her, holding up the camera. Get on my bad side and you can forget about all the gifts your subscribers send you.

Tig shrugged his shoulders. What does he want? It’s not the first time he’s through about the answer. The two of you have only been in the same vicinity for a handful of moments but he senses there’s something there, you’ve laughed at his jokes. He’s got a rep for being crazy, for fucking anything that moves, for trying everything once and he means everything. When you look at him, he feels like you cut through all of that bullshit and you just see him. A man, so fucking damaged that the only way for him to stay sane is to be a little crazy.

“A conversation from someone who isn’t drowning in pussy or had a cock in their mouth in the past thirty minutes.” He tells you, because truthfully that shit is getting boring.

He’s tired of fucking, he’s lost track of the women he’s given it to over the years, some of the acts he has participated in. It doesn’t mean anything, it’s a way of filling up this weird emptiness in his chest, of chasing a rush, of relieving some pressure. He’s done some extreme shit over the years chasing that high, stuff he should be ashamed of, and he isn’t. He knows there’s something broken in him, there always has been but he’s never felt as complete as when you gripped his hand when one of the set pieces took a tumble and scared the shit out of you both. The way you looked at each other and cracked up, he misses having someone to share little moments like that with.

When you laugh, it’s fucking gorgeous, like a breath of fresh air rushing through his system. It makes him feel lighter somehow, like despite all the dark shit he’s seen there’s a little bit of beauty in the world.

“So you didn’t come in here to try and fuck me?” You ask him with a twinge of humour to your voice.

He wonders if you’re disappointed by that. He doubts it, you work on a porn set with a bunch of bikers who are tapping shit left, right and centre. He has a fair idea of who’s tried to make you an offer you can’t refuse and what your response has been. He doesn’t begrudge anyone a little fun but if he’s with you, he’s wants to be the only one on your mind. The only one whose bed you’re in.

You must see something in the expression on his face, because your cheeks colour and you shift just slightly. He knows when a woman’s attracted to him, he can sense it a mile away. He’s not the type of man to mess around, he goes directly for the kill.

“Darlin’ the things me and you would do together, it would be fucking beautiful.” He tells you, bringing his chair a little closer to yours. Your knees bump, it’s the briefest touch, denim on denim but your body heat, it feels like fire on his skin. Fuck, he’s never felt anything like this before, it’s frightening but thrilling all at the same time. “I’d be so fucking good to you.”

“I like you.” You tell him, your hand coming to grip his jaw, tilting his face so that his eyes are on yours, and fuck if that doesn’t do something to him. He’s not used to being submissive like this, he doesn’t bend not to anyone, but for you he’s almost keening at the attention. It’s everything he can do not to fucking whimper. “I think you’re funny, I think you’re fierce and I think you’re loyal but I also know that you’re ostentatious and I need real.” You tell him, tapping a finger on his chest through the leather of his kutte.

“I can do real.” He promises you, his hand enclosing over yours before he gently clasps it to his cheek. His gaze meets yours as his stubble brushes over your pulse point. He sees the hues around your iris darken, your breath hitching as his lips brush over the sensitive flesh.

The way you look at him, it almost has him losing his mind.

His heart though, that’s long gone

You’d stolen it the moment you’d clasped his hand on crowded porn set.

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[jammyness]

I'm writing a new comic! It's called Skuttleboat Cove.

This isn't it, this is just a random moment that jumped into my head that I wanted to sketch out. Zephyr here runs a cat sanctuary.

[jellogram]

In r/sandiego today they're talking about some guy who was lamenting the loss of visitor access to the La Jolla children's beach because of "those liberal transplants" wanting to protect wildlife and everyone is clowning on him.

Reasons why this is really funny:

The entire La Jolla cove area is a wildlife sanctuary. As far as I know it's been this way forever.

That particular beach is closed during certain times of the year for breeding seals and sea lions.

The reason the beach closes when the seals/lions are there is because they fucking ATTACK PEOPLE.

The only people stupid enough to get near them are tourists and fresh transplants. They kept getting bitten and smacked around trying to pet them and take selfies with them, because nothing is certain in life except death, taxes, and the stupidity of tourists.

Every native San Diegan knows this. If you think that rule is to protect the ANIMALS you are insane. They don't need protection from us. You need protection from them.

There are several much better beaches in walking distance that are not covered in angry thousand pound beasts having sex.

tl;dr guy thinks the city forbidding him from getting mauled by mating sea lions is liberal chumpfuckery, proceeds to get mauled by actual locals online

[stabbyfoxandrew]

aerie!! it’s been months lmfao but i’m here!! it took me forever to catch up on what i missed and OMFG. anyways!! i’d like to request some mer roadtrip please! ❤️❤️

WIP Wednesday (5/29) | Mer Roadtrip AU (Part 25)

The cove is rounded. A crescent moon of rock reaching into the sea on both sides of him. The tide is calmer, the waves lapping at the shore and not crashing against it. Nathaniel hurries to the ocean and she welcomes him like a beloved child, wrapping arms around him and holding him tight. This transformation comes easier, with no thought and no pain. The ocean’s like that. 

When she recognizes one of hers, she makes it known. 

Nathaniel lets the water wash his fear away, but then there’s noise behind him and he turns to see a pair of idiots stumbling into the cave and ruining the ambience of such a beautiful sanctuary.

“Son of a bitch!” Romero curses. “Come back here right now.”

“Fuck you.”

“Nathaniel, I will give you five seconds to crawl out of that filth before I come in after you,” Lola says, her face red and her nostrils flared.

“If you come in after me, I’ll drown you!” Nathaniel snarls, making Romero take a couple steps back.

“I mean it.” Lola says, holding up a finger. “One.”

Nathaniel doesn't let her get to two. As he propels himself into the water, he flicks his tail and sends a spray towards his abductors. Apparently he hits a bull’s eye, based on the screaming, but he doesn’t turn to check. Instead he dives under and swims down, down, down, far out of their reach.