#SLM

[arcane-vagabond]

Stranger Like Me Masterlist

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: From a young age, the animal kingdom had fascinated you, and maybe that's why you chose to pursue that passion. You quickly became a force within the field, becoming the leading expert on ape social structures, which is how you found yourself on an expedition into the African jungles searching for a troop of gorillas. What you weren't expecting, however, was to run into the local wild man on one of your excursions... (Tarzan!AU)

Series CW: Language, Inaccurate science jargon, Inaccurate field jargon, Poaching, Animal Cruelty, Inaccurate Climate Depictions, Modern Day AU, Wild Man who doesn't know much, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Violence. Chapters will have specific warnings.

All posts related to this series will be tagged with "SLM," "Stranger Like Me," and/or "Tarzan!Bradley"

*Denotes smut

Meet our heroine!

Masterlist || Teaser || Moodboard 1 || Moodboard 2 || Moodboard 3

One-shots;

The Beginning

Two Worlds

Sleeping With the Fishes

Baboons and Flesh Wounds

Drabbles;

Slow and sensual sex with Bradley...*

A woman approaches Bradley...

Bradley gets mad when someone else touches you...

Bradley goes down on you for the first time...*

Bradley being clingy...

Bradley shows Boots the canopy...

Bradley eats you out...*

Giving Bradley a Blow Job...*

Bradley feels insecure...

Ice and Mav give Bradley a pep talk...

Headcanons;

Bradley and hair...

Bradley with his newborn son...

Bradley gets jealous...

Bradley's kinks...*

[rabidbatboy]

VOORHEAN: slasherval loving men / SLM

TIFFANIC: slasherval loving women / SLW

LENZIC: slasherval loving nonbinary / SLN

TAGGING: @radiomogai @juvelic-archive @orientation-archive

🧼 ——— COINED BY ME

[izloveshorses]

Will wonders never cease?

[yakamoz-cirkini46]

Bennn geldimmmmm🙂🙂

[kainekron]

you know one thing i appreciate form all of the late cosmere stuff we are getting form Sanderson is that it could hopefully help us and more importantly him any problems that pop up because of it and learn to adjust them properly maybe hopefully

[cripple-punk-dad]

any punk music recommendations?

Anything by Streetlight Manifesto is phenomenal!! They're a ska punk band so it's a little different than punk rock but I love their stuff. As for punk rock, my favorite band is gonna be Pure Hell, their album noise addiction is fantastic. I made another post about music recommendations, it should be under #punk music on my blog!

[1upcrew]

Vacilando en Chuspa, Venezuela con @ukislm #Slm #1up #OneUnitedPower #Oneup #1upCrew #Berlin #Kreuzberg #Graffiti #AllColorsAreBeautiful #PutSomePaintWhereItAint #CatchUsIfYouCan #PaintedTrains #Wholecar #Panel #Subway #Metro #Traffic #Travel #Worldwide #Active #Urbanart #Fpv #Drone #Action #Adrenaline #Color #Spray #Spraypaint #MakeGraffitiGreatAgain (hier: Venezuela) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpncxa4t63A/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mg549]

never posted these but have some doodles of slm tail redesigns

my handwriting is illegible but basically i wanted to incorporate the shape of the og finis mermaid monofin (bc iconic) with shark-like shapes but with fish-like details then have each use the same sort of base shapes but each with slight variations that match their Vibes (brenna’s tail is longer and sleeker, amy’s is more rounded, and kelsey’s is sharp and pointed (like ice get it)). i also wanted to incorporate three colors into each for more Detail so brenna’s is yellow with red fins and orange stripes (a callback to her og rainbow striped tail), amy’s is pink, light blue, and dark blue on the back (like countershading! and also a callback to all three of her tails throughout the series), kelsey’s is green with yellow fins and a blue lateral line (callback to her necklace being yellow and dark blue bc Ice). i was wanting to do a Piece to show them off but idk if thats gonna happen so fhdsbgfkdj Take These Thumbnails

[drakey-wakey]

streetlight patch idea ramblings under the cut bc this got long

i have an idea cooking in my brain for a somewhere in the between back patch that i think would be fucking wicked

unfortunately all my fav streetlight lyrics are SOOOOO LONG i worry it would make for an awkward patch like. most lyric patches i see have like 2 line lyrics and im out here like i cant cut any lines off these lyrics or it wouldn't HIT THE SAME !!!

like fr all my cool streetlight patch ideas are so long im worried itll be awkward or not look right with all the words but like !!!!!!! i need them. the quotes

i wanna do the sitb chorus

"so you were born, and that was a good day,

someday you will die and that is a shame

but somewhere in the between,

you lived a life of which we all dream

and nothing and no-one will ever take that away"

im thinking that with like a baby deer corpse with mushrooms growing out of it would be neat or something like that bc i am a mushroom freak

the other one i rly wanna do is a the hands that thieve chorus quote

"I dont care if i lose, because my heros did too,

they shouted court should be adjourned because the jury are fools

and the judge can't decipher

his left from his right

or his right from his wrong"

like MAN what a baller quote that would be for a back patch

anyways lmk if anyone has suggestions or input on this hehe

[arcane-vagabond]

Baboons and Flesh Wounds

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: From a young age, the animal kingdom had fascinated you, and maybe that's why you chose to pursue that passion. You quickly became a force within the field, becoming the leading expert on ape social structures, which is how you found yourself on an expedition into the African jungles searching for a troop of gorillas. What you weren't expecting, however, was to run into the local wild man on one of your excursions... (Tarzan!AU)

Trigger Warnings: Language, Suggestive thoughts, Suggestive commentary, Jake being crass, Bradley and Boots in their feelings, Bradley's horny thoughts, caressing of female body parts. I think that's it, but please let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 2.7k

Series Masterlist || Moodboard 1 || Moodboard 2 || Moodboard 3

You had settled into an easy routine over the past two weeks, the first trying to iron out the different kinks. Dr. Kazansky had determined that your ankle would take around four weeks to heal if you kept off of it, and as it turned out, Bradley was more than happy to assist. You could think of only a handful of times that you had been on your feet, the large man appearing first thing in the morning to carry you around camp.

Of course, the boys had given you endless shit about it, Jake being the loudest. The second morning after your accident, Bradley had waited for you outside your tent as you changed, his deep, brown eyes surveying the jungle stoically. He had wordlessly scooped you up in his arms as you hobbled towards the entrance, carrying you effortlessly to where the others were already gathered for breakfast. Javy had raised an eyebrow in question, but said nothing. Bob was too busy going over something with Ice to pay you much mind. Jake had walked over from his tent at the same time and let out a loud snort at the sight of you.

“Is this going to be a regular thing now?” He had snickered, gesturing to where you clung to Bradley. “Is he a taxi service now?”

“I’ve already tried explaining to him that I don’t need him to carry me everywhere,” you scowled at the blond. Bradley placed you gently on the bench before plopping down right next to you, Jake taking up the space on your other side. “He’s just insistent upon doing it, is all.”

“If I didn’t know any better,” he drawled as Javy placed a plate of eggs in front of you, “I’d think you like him carrying you around everywhere.”

You cast him a sideways glance as you shoveled a fork full of egg into your mouth, brow pinched together in indignation.

“I don’t.”

“Sure,” Jake hummed, giving you a knowing look before bumping your shoulder with his. “And jungle man over there also doesn’t get a hard on every time he looks at you.”

“Jake!” You exclaimed, cheeks warming as Javy cackled and Maverick cleared his throat, his own cheeks growing a nice shade of pink at the turn in the conversation. Bob and Ice looked over at the two of you, matching shocked expressions on their faces.

“Don’t be crass,” you hissed at the blond, swatting at his arm. He rolled his eyes, accepting the plate Javy handed him with a quiet thanks.

“Is it really being crass if I’m telling the truth?”

“Yes,” you snapped, cognizant of the fact Bradley had been inching closer to you as each moment passed. Jake rolled his eyes at you, but said nothing more.

The next couple of days had you struggling to figure out how to do various chores around the camp. Cooking was easy enough until you needed to get up and grab something.

The first time you had stood up, Bradley’s head had shot up from where he was flipping through one of the sketchbooks Ice had laying about. His honey-colored eyes watched you intently as a frown tugged on his lips, standing when you made to move.

“No,” he said, pushing down on your shoulders gently.

“Bradley, I have to-”

“No,” he said again, more firmly this time, eyes intense and brows pinched. “Hurt.”

“I’m not so hurt that I can’t walk the three feet to grab a spoon,” you scowled at him. He raised an eyebrow at you, turning and walking the few, short steps across the eating area to pluck a spoon out of the container and bringing it to you. You accepted it with a huff, not missing the satisfied smirk that appeared on his face at the small victory.

Laundry was done down by the river, an ever watchful Bradley sitting on one of the stones beside you as you scrubbed the various articles of clothing. He watched you carefully, an unreadable expression on his face as you worked through your task.

After the first half hour, you began to grow increasingly self conscious once you realized he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you for more than a couple of seconds at a time the entire time you two had sat there.

“Aren’t you bored?” You asked him, wrinkling your nose. “I mean, it can’t be fun to just sit here and watch me do all this. Wouldn’t you prefer to help Mav or Ice or someone else? I’m sure they’re having much more fun than we are.”

Bradley’s gaze hardened in confusion. Shaking his head, he shifted slightly, leaning closer towards you.

“Like being with you,” he murmured, the hint of a smile on his lips as he looked at you. The heat on your cheeks had nothing to do with the sweltering jungle heat, and you quickly averted your gaze, pretending to inspect a stain on one of Javy’s shirts. Your eyes darted up when Bradley crept towards you, and for a moment, you were reminded that this man was raised by apes, not humans. His leg stretched out to rest beside you, the rest of him slinking after until he crouched right in front of you, his nose almost brushing yours.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you swallowed thickly as he reached a hand up to brush his fingers across your cheek. His eyes darted down, lingering on your lips as they parted. A shiver ran up your spine as his fingers trailed down, running over your bottom lip, and the intense look in his eye became hungry as you let out a quiet gasp. He let his fingers linger for a second before pulling them away and towards a strand of hair that hung in your face. Slowly, he pushed it back behind your ear, letting his palm cradle your jaw as the two of you sat silently watching each other.

The sound of jungle leaves rustling broke the two of you out of your trance, and Bradley let out a growl as he positioned himself in front of you, glaring intensely at the spot where the noise was coming from.

“Hey, you two!” Maverick called, coming into view with a smile. Bradley immediately relaxed back into his spot beside you, but the frown remained. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was annoyed. You cleared your throat, your head still clouded from the intensity of the prior moment.

“Hey, Mav,” you greeted, attempting a smile that you were sure came out as more of a grimace. “What brings you by?”

“Oh nothing,” he grinned. “Just wanted to see if you needed any help with the laundry. It’s very kind of you to offer to do it while you heal up. I know it’s not the greatest chore.”

“I want to feel useful,” you offered, shrugging.

“Well, nevertheless, it’s appreciated,” Mav smiled. “Do you need any help carrying everything back?”

“No,” Bradley snapped, leveling Mav with a glare. The older man looked a little taken aback by the ferocity of Bradley’s answer, but recovered quickly, shooting you a brief, knowing look.

“I see,” he hummed, trying and failing to hide his smirk. “Well, if the two of you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

And with that, he turned on his heel and headed back towards the camp. Once he was out of sight, Bradley huffed, turning back to look at you.

“What’s got you so grumpy?” you asked him, chuckling slightly. Bradley didn’t answer, instead, reaching out to twirl a strand of your hair in between his fingers, bringing it up to his nose and taking a long, deep inhale before giving you another heavy look. Your cheeks heated up once more before you ducked your head down to start the process of scrubbing the laundry once again. You tried not to think about how Bradley’s muscles had bulged when he was crouched in front of you or how his intense look made your thighs clench together.

You were sitting in one of the research tents a week later, transcribing some notes for Dr. Kazansky the following week, having begged the older man for ways to be of use given you were slowly losing your mind doing all of the mundane chores. Bradley was perched in a chair next to you, flipping through the rough sketches Bob had made of some of the baboons and wrinkling his nose.

“What’s that face for?” You giggled, glancing over at him. Bradley huffed and shook his head, giving you a solemn look.

“Baboons are annoying.”

You burst into a fit of giggles, resting your chin on the palm of your hand as you looked at him fully. Bradley’s gaze softened as he listened to you laugh, a tinge of pink coating his cheeks.

“Yeah?” You asked him. “How so?”

Bradley straightened up in his seat, rolling his eyes as he thought back to the countless run-ins he’s had with the creatures.

“They scream a lot,” he scowled, lips pursed as he gives you a serious look. “And they steal my food sometimes. It’s hard to catch them because they climb the trees so fast.”

You had quickly grown used to how articulate Bradley actually was over the course of the last week and a half. You supposed it was no surprise considering he’d had ten years of practice, but even Tom had seemed surprised when he walked in on Bradley telling you a story one day, the younger man animatedly telling you a story about a trick he played on one of the younger members of the gorilla troop he lived with. Now you wondered if the older two men even knew if Bradley could string together more than a couple of short sentences.

His sentences could still be choppy at times and his answers short and direct, sure, but the more you showed interest in what he had to say, the more he found himself opening up and saying more. Bradley found that he liked the way you reacted to what he had to say, and he tried to practice at night once he knew you were asleep. He found himself visiting with Maverick and Tom more, asking them questions about different words for different feelings and ideas. He wasn’t sure why, but he wanted you to know him, to know what he thought about things and how he felt about the world. Maybe it was because he wanted to know those things about you too and to talk about them with you.

“They are pretty fast, huh?” You asked, leaning forward a little more, unknowingly pushing your breasts together and exaggerating your cleavage. Bradley’s eyes flickered down, and he felt a familiar stirring in his groin. He found that this feeling also happened quite frequently around you, and it was often the simplest of things that set it off. It happened when he watched you bend over and dry your hair after a bath one day. It happened when you stretched after sitting hunched over too long, your back arching as you raised your arms over your head. It happened sometimes when you looked at him through your lashes, your bottom lip captured between your teeth.

He shifted in his seat, unable to tear his eyes away from your chest. He felt an overwhelming need to touch them, to touch you. He often found himself thinking of you. How good you smelled. How soft you were. He wanted to touch you, to mark you as his.

The troop leader, Mutubo Tom had named him, had several offspring, so Bradley wasn’t unfamiliar with the concept of mating, or sex as Tom and Maverick called it. However, he wasn’t so sure that his family experienced what he was feeling, at least to this extent. Without thinking, Bradley reached out, running his fingertips over the exposed skin, his shorts growing tighter as he felt the soft, warm skin.

You sucked in a breath, your cheeks heating and eyes going wide as Bradley caressed you. His gaze was intense as he touched you, and you felt a shiver run up your spine when his brown eyes darted up to meet your own. The brown was practically swallowed by black, and you had to muster all of your self control to not throw yourself at him then and there.

“I should, um,” you stuttered after a second, “I should go see if Maverick has started dinner yet.”

You stood abruptly, Bradley following suit. He moved to pick you up, but you took a step back, shaking your head.

“No, I,” you sucked in a breath, “it’s not that far. I think I’ll try walking there.”

Bradley frowned at you, but before he could argue, you beelined out of the tent and into the open air. It was unprofessional to be acting this way, especially with someone who didn’t understand the intricacies of human relationships.

The end of the week brought movie night, and you were giddy when you remembered that it was your turn to pick. Jake and Javy groaned loudly when they saw your choice. You ignored them, taking a seat on one of the couches Maverick and Tom had managed to snag while in the city not too terribly long ago. Bradley immediately sat next to you, his thigh pressed against yours, filling you with an odd sense of comfort.

“What are we watching?” Bob asked as he entered the tent.

“The Princess Bride,” you grinned as Jake plopped down on your other side.

“You couldn’t have picked anything with explosions?” He asked, wrinkling his nose at you in mock disgust. You rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly.

“The Princess Bride is a classic,” you argued. “Don’t be such a guy.”

“I think the Princess Bride is great,” Bob offered, earning dual eye rolls from both Javy and Jake.

“You would,” Jake threw back at the bespectacled man with a grin.

“Explosions and gun fights does not a movie make,” Bob scowled. “It’s good to mix it up every now and then.”

“Exactly!” You exclaimed. “I had to sit through so many hours of Fast and Furious of all things. The least you can do is sit quietly through my movie.”

“Hey, do not knock the Fast and the Furious,” Javy warned, raising his pointer finger at you with a serious look. You rolled your eyes once more but let out a giggle.

“I’ll stop knocking the Fast and the Furious when the movies start being good,” you grinned.

“So, never,” Bob snorted, earning scowls from the other two men. Before the argument could continue, both Maverick and Tom strolled into the tent.

“Oh, The Princess Bride,” Mav grinned, plopping down onto the other couch, Tom not too far behind. “One of my favorites!”

Once everyone was settled, you started the movie, absentmindedly curling into Bradley’s side more and more as the minutes stretched on. Bradley’s fingers came up to play with the strands of your hair, unknowingly lulling you into a deep sleep.

Bradley knew the second you fell asleep, and he smiled softly as he listened to your breathing even out as you relaxed against him. He liked this. He liked how safe you felt with him and how at ease you made him feel. Bradley was somewhat paying attention to scenes in front of him, lost in thought as he tried to understand what was going on. There was one thing that stood out to him, though. A word, actually. He had heard Maverick and Tom say it to each other on rare occasions, but Bradley had never given it much thought before he met you. But, when he saw the two characters on the screen look at each other and say that word, he felt that it might be important. That maybe he should ask them what it meant. You stirred against him, and Bradley felt an ache in his chest as he looked down at your sleeping form. His curiosity could wait for now, he thought. He’d make sure to ask Tom and Maverick what it meant later. For now, he just wanted to stay by your side.

A/N: Reminder to everyone that I am redoing my tag lists! If you haven't added yourself to the new one, please do so! I will also not tag you if you do not have an age listed on your blog or your blog is blank, so if you sign up for the tag list, please make sure you add your age and fill in your blog! As always, comments and reblogs are appreciated. You can also find my works on AO3 under arcane_vagabond. If you enjoy my writing, try checking out some of my other series as well and/or leave me a tip if you feel compelled to do so!

[breathlesscathedral]

blaire harris, secret life of a mermaid // nuala archer, "rocking"

[mg549]

i am not mentally ill about amy constantly cracking bad jokes as an unconscious way of seeking attention and fearing abandonment after a lifetime of her parents never being around and her older sister flipping back and forth between being comically cheerful and directly intentionally endangering her life or how badly amy reacts to her friends asking someone to hang out with her because they noticed she was lonely and taking it as them going behind her back, fearing her friends turning on her or abandoning her and immediately going from constantly talking about a new friend she just met to believing their connection was entirely fake

i am not mentally ill about brenna acting random and immature and stupid and putting herself into that stereotype as a way to escape from being forced into a caretaker role for her younger siblings at such an early age, or how she was the only one to be permanently affected by a celestial event that caused her to have anger issues so bad she blocks out the memories of what she did during them because it scares her that shes capable of so much violence, how shes the only one who ever really fully mastered her powers, potentially out of fear for herself, hiding under a mask of being the empty headed one of the group so that her thoughts can never get the better of her again

i am not mentally ill about kelsey consistently being bullied and excluded throughout her life even by who are now her closest friends, how she wanted to become a mermaid only because amy was exclusively talking to brenna after they changed despite kelsey having known her for years, how she fits herself into a nerd persona so that she feels useful to the group, how she makes brenna swear to keep it a secret that she needed help in spanish because if anyone ever knew she wasn't perfectly smart itd be just another reason to neg her, to exclude her, to leave her behind, how more than once she's fallen into fighting with brenna for amys attention, feeling like if she isn't there to teach someone then there's no reason they would want her there at all

i am not mentally ill about tess constructing elaborate schemes over and over again to prove that her sister is a mermaid, taking samples and pictures and sending them off while at the same time making amy breakfast every morning and caring for kelsey when she was sick. how she snaps in private, telling her therapist that she lied to her and that she'll be sorry, but when she shows up she still fawns to her all while trying to lead her to the bathroom she locked her sister in, unaware of how bad it makes her look just for the sake of clearing her name. how when her actions finally have consequences and amy runs away, she only gives up and lets amy free after her mother finally comes home for the first time in the whole show and even sitting right next to her, closer than weve ever seen them, her mother just talks on the phone and ignores her all while uprooting her life without care, and she finally realizes she'll never recieve the attention she seeks from her and that she destroyed her relationship with amy multiple times because of it

i am not mentally ill about blaire being practically locked away by her father her whole life, unaware of other people and the world around her or even her own heritage. her bedroom littered with stacks of conservative books but with a window without a screen. how she starts off mysterious and seemingly ditzy, but gradually becomes quieter, purposefully secretive, annoyed with the group treating her like shes dumb just because she started off sheltered. how amy concealed information from her because of her own fear of abandonment, only pushing her away further as her body and mind changed in ways nobody else understood. how she followed the siren call of her mother and ran away from everyone, leaving the group behind to pick up the pieces after her, yet just being isolated from others by a different parent, only seeing them once more before telling them she'll be gone forever after that, with no reason or explanation as to why she couldn't visit them again other than presumably because she fell back into a pattern of abuse, isolation, lacking the support system that amy, kelsey, and brenna gave her in the first place that bolstered her confidence

[sudharsan545]

The most beautiful time of the year✨❤️

Are you Diwali? 🎇  because you light up my life 💞

[arcane-vagabond]

But like imagine tarzan!Bradley having the urge to taste his woman, because she is just right there all pretty and she is his and has to have her all way possible, and he just manhandles her on all fours in the bed so quickly that she doesn't have the time to process what is happening and by the next second she feels his tongue, I'm-

You were just finishing up your notes a second ago, and then you blinked. Now, you were ass up on your cot, your shorts wrapped around your ankles as Bradley rubbed his nose along your slit through your panties, inhaling your scent.

"Bradley!" You exclaimed, moving to sit up, but the man behind you held you firmly in place, nipping at one of your thighs and drawing a gasp from you. His hands smoothed over your thighs before ripping away your underwear with a low rumble from deep in his chest. Any protest on your lips died as he licked a strip up along your slit, a please hum escaping him as he dove back in for more.

"Taste good," he murmured against you, his hot breath sweeping over your now dripping pussy. You let out a loud moan as his lips latched on to your swollen clit, your hips pushing back into him as he ran his tongue over the engorged nub. Your fingers fisted the sheets as you glanced back at him, your juices smeared across the lower half of his face as he spread your lower lips with his fingers. The sight alone had you letting out a high pitched whine.

"Bradley," you gasped, his eyes glancing over at you. A smirk tugged on his lips before he leaned forward, pressing his tongue into your entrance.

It wasn't until later when Mav asked you for your notes that you remembered that you had, in fact, NOT been able to finish them, and the memory as to why had your cheeks warmer than the jungle afternoon.

[breathlesscathedral]

slm as tumblr posts part 2/?

part 1 here

[uidearp-blog]

SLM 3D Printing

Selective Laser Melting (SLM) is an advanced additive manufacturing technique that leverages the power of lasers to construct intricate three-dimensional objects, layer by layer. Unlike traditional manufacturing methods that involve subtracting material, SLM is an additive process, which means it adds material incrementally, resulting in minimal waste and exceptional design freedom. The SLM process begins with a bed of fine metal powder. A high-powered laser selectively melts and fuses the metal particles according to a digital design, creating a solid object with exceptional precision and complexity. The layers are stacked on top of each other until the final product is formed.