#gloss varnish for wood

[nouearth]

sweet surrender.

bruce wayne x male reader headcanon.

summary: there's nothing better than taking your anger out on someone you hate (and fucked).

wc: 2.3k. genre: smut. warnings: bale!bruce, top!bruce, bottom!reader, bigdick!bruce, bratty!reader breeding, mouth-fucking, rough!sex, hate!sex, choking, drooling, spitting, mentions of pain slash pleasure, bruce has a dick that won't quit.

hate sex with bruce included kissing you with a sense of urgency. he overwhelmed you with the intrusion of his tongue. you resisted, but the wet muscle parted your lips so easily despite your efforts, and all you could do was fight back with a stronger force.

he held you against the wall, pinned you, but you utilized a surprising strength to push against his hold and bit down on his tongue in midst. an accidental move on your part, but you hated him. it made your chest swell hearing him cuss you out, and so you did it again, across his bottom lip where he'd groan again, before licking the insides of his mouth as if you were the potion to soothe his wounds.

fuck you. he'd grumble, breathing hot into your mouth after he slammed back into the wall. he speared a glare at you, into the fervent display of your eyes, and forced his lips back onto you. he hated kissing you. he hated the way your lips perfectly fit into his. he hated how your breath mixed sweetly with the scent of roasted coffee beans of his. he hated the sound of your moans when he pressed his body into yours. he hated the fact that he was pressing so close to you, practically attached to your hip.

and he hated the fact that there was not a single moment where he wanted to pull away.

fuck you. you spat at him, leered at the way his hair sweatily yet perfectly hung over his eyes as if it was a protective barrier that prevented you from dissecting his current feelings and emotion.

bruce vied for control—a dominance—that was proclaimed triumphant when he put his hands on you.

one strong hand of his laced over your hair, thick bundles at his grip, and he pulled your head back in one swift yank. your eyes opened in shock followed by a rattled groan, and a somewhat unnerving fear that you didn't want to admit led you to avoid his eyes.

bruce took his time eyeing your throat, the slow bob of your adam's apple as you thickly swallowed the ghost of coffee beans down, awaiting his next move. was he going to kiss you again? mark hickies all over you? bite hickies into you until you bled? looking beneath your eyelashes, his eyes sharpened, and for some reason, you suddenly felt smaller.

the silence around you fell to a quiet, menacing drone when he raised his free hand and one-by-one, slowly wrapped his fingers around your throat. everything was precise with him. he made sure the protrusion in your throat was centered at the space between his thumb and index. he made sure to let go of your hair so he could press you flat against the wall again, restricting your movements. and he made sure to squeeze, triggering a defiance in you, beating and pushing at his chest that only made him squeeze harder, harder, and harder.

your breath was vaulted in the back of your throat with staggers of profanity managing to slip out. you pretended it didn't affect you. despite your losing grasp in reality as bruce gradually stripped you of air, you powered through and wore a glare that crowned you a champion. he groaned. a warrior. he clenched his jaw. a king. he squeezed. and your crown shattered in a million pieces when your vision blurs, when your eyes gloss like varnish on wood, and when you shut them and a tear rolled down the flush of your cheeks.

and bruce knew he'd won when he let go, and you were gasping desperately for air. heaving as you rubbed at your neck, wincing because the muscle fibers were signaling in thrums that you were going to be bruising the morning after. though, it wouldn't be long until you found your breath completely stripped away from you again.

hate sex with bruce included forcing you down on your knees before finding a perfect grasp on the back of your head and pushing your mouth down his cock. you hated how thick he was, making you look even more meek because it was a struggle to even take in the first few inches. you coughed when he pushed lower, then gagged when the girth of his cock weighed down on your tongue and pushed air back down your throat, blocking your air passage.

open your mouth. he wasn't satisfied, mocking in his tone as he yanked your head back, and you'd use the few seconds to catch your breath as you drew your tongue out, hanging your mouth open. it was intimidating to see him in this position, towering over you as if you were a peasant to his kingdom, or like an animal as your pants were akin to one, but you'd never admit that as you glared upwards. he extended your head further back, yanked again, before thickly spitting into your mouth. or in bruce's own words, lubing your mouth.

as much control he had over you, you weren't going to take it—not like this. you scrunched your face before spitting up back at him, a few speckles landing at his cheek. it was a daring move, one that silenced the room until you could hear your heartbeat resonating through the stereos in his house.

do that again, i dare you. bruce warned—demanded—as his grasp only tightened, his cock hardening before you as it pulsed with anger. and instead of spitting, you let your saliva completely spill out, pushing it out in bubbly sputters as your tongue hung out, a move to mock him and his demands.

or what? going to fuck my mouth or something? despite his grip on you, it was loose enough for you to allow you to extend your neck and lick a stride at the underside of his meaty cock. he watched you in silence, his bare chest gradually heaving more with irritation. he was breathing through his nose, an obvious attempt to control the flame you ignited him, while you continued lazily tonguing at his cock at the plump head. you added to the glorious sheen his pre-cum had bestowed upon the pink flesh over time, lapping the thick musk up in several licks.

you'd get your answer when bruce threw you over the bed and onto your stomach. your cock found pleasurable refuge in the tousled duvet beneath you and you rocked your hips into the pocket of fabric as you waited for him, hearing him uncapping a bottle of some sort and the sounds of sticky lathers after.

jesus, what's taking so— without warning, bruce intruded into your tight hole with a slow, yet unbearable push. you pushed away, or attempted to escape from the sheer amount of pain beneath you, but he reeled you back by taking your shoulders and pinning them down to the mattress. it knocked the breath out of you. his cock, spreading you open so vividly painful, you could feel every stretch of muscle being pried open despite your natural will to enclose around him.

you opened your mouth, thinking your whimpers would come out, but your throat constricted instead, locking them back in until bruce delivered one hard snap of his strong hips, dispelling the gate to which your groans poured out in staggered and bitter pants. your toes curled at the stinging sensation, and your hands fisted into whatever fabric was in your had, but why did you love it? why did you love feeling like a doll with absolute no use in the world... except for fucking? for bruce's fucking?

think you can still run your mouth? bruce asked with no expectations of a coherent answer from you. he squeezed hard at every flesh and bone he'd come across. the back of your neck, your shoulders, your arms, your waist, bruising while the driving of his hips seemed to have been at competition with his own physical touch to see which could make you break first.

his hand ran over your back muscles, the dip of your spine, before traveling back upwards to shove your face into the mattress, once again restricting your way to life, to living, to breathing. his thick cock fucked into you while a glorious amount of lube creamed out of your violated hole, squelching and squishing with every thrust bruce would deliver in strong and heavy rhythms. he hated you. his bruising touch was evidence of that, already blooming beautiful against your skin, and he hated that he made the mistake of marking you because now you're marked as his.

you'd whine for him to keep fucking you, only because his movements rocked you into the duvet, making you fuck into the pocket of fabric. soft yet fuzzy against your skin, it was uncomfortable but you knew bruce wouldn't make you cum through his own touch. it was up to you, and you were selfish, needed to be selfish to achieve your own desires and pleasures.

you'd gotten used to the pain, soon turning into bittersweet, eye-rolling pleasure, finding yourself fucking your ass back into his thrusts, back into his meaty and throbbing cock. your ass rippled every time your skin met his, slapped loudly in the lust-driven air, and the sweat on your kindled bodies only made it more inviting as it stuck and glued you two together in a sticky mess, intertwined and passionate.

bruce held you by the hips, his fingers digging to the bone, bringing your ass back into him while he thrusted forward, ramming into you as hard as he could muster the power to in quick bursts before pacing back down into long and steady thrusts. he loved doing that. he loved hearing your moans ratter with the quickness of his thrusts. your long and drawn out hiss when he pulled out almost completely. you'd desperately wish for him to put it back in, and bruce wouldn't absolutely comply until you began whining, begging for him like a whore in heat.

please, please, please. i need it. you desperately cried out, the rim of your hole clinging onto for sanity—the very tip of his cock that you could feel bruce teasingly swirl around your hole.

you need what? bruce asked for clarification, a strong emphasis on what, and he'd pull his cock out to sheathe it in between your ass cheeks. his palms spanked you once, then again when you wouldn't answer, before groping your two soft globes and firmly kneading them until he could visibly see his handprints imprinted on your flesh. he'd fuck himself in between your cheeks, groaning at the lack of tightness compared to your pretty asshole. he felt himself coming close, and if he wanted to, he could come just like this, selfishly watching himself pour his spunk all over your back.

your cock, please. i need your big cock in me, fuck. i need you to fuck me until i'm thinking about that cock for weeks, fuck me like you hate me— fuck! your words croaked into the bed sheets, and you were apprehensive if it was enough for bruce. it was embarrassing because of how quickly submissive you became all because of his cock. you hated bruce, but not his cock. you could never. you needed him more than ever because you were close and you needed to come so bad, so fucking bad. you humped into the blanket, your hole quivering at the loss of girth, desperately enticing back bruce with multiple puckers.

like i hate you..? i despise you. bruce breathed out his final words near the shell of your ear before sheathing himself completely inside of you with one push, then proceeded to fucking you without caring that his full weight was toppled on you. without caring that the neighbors could hear your grunts and his mixing like a choir. the sloppy sounds of skin-to-skin contact turning it into a symphony of delectable sounds that he could simply get off to if he wanted to.

you kicked your feet, the immense pleasure quickly building up as if bruce hadn't taken a pause with you prior, and you were back to fucking into the blanket again. over and over, your cock slid into the soft fabric deeper until you were practically fucking a pile of fabric rather than a pocket.

and you came. your cock released your desires in thick, full shots that would stain the material for a lifetime, and you'd cream into them because bruce continued fucking you. continued fucking your ass, churning his cock in and out of you wildly until he felt his own release coming in heavy marches, like soldiers preparing for battle.

you could hear him pant, breathe a little harder and quicker than before, and his grasp tightens around your hips when he pulled his weight off of you. he loved using like this. not fucking you, but using your body to fuck him. he used his remaining strength to maneuver your hips—your body—almost lifting you as he fucked his thick cock, utilizing your hole like a fleshlight until he felt his balls startle, then twitch, then pumped in several course as his cock swelled with a desire to fill.

with a guttural moan, he slammed you back into his cock once more before his balls dumped his cum into you. thick and heavy, you can feel it coating every inch of your walls, then creamy as bruce pursued an ambition to milk himself. his fucking sounded sloppier than before as he churned himself inside of you, over-filling you with passionate hate, and you could feel it dripping out of you, down your thighs and legs and an unfortunate waste as it most likely stained the bed, the longer he used you like an abused toy.

once his cock went limp, bruce pulled out and watched with undeniable admiration as your loose hole squeezed his cum out in thick dribbles, unable to hold his warm loads for any longer because you were deservingly well-fucked and bred.

god, i hate you.

hate you more.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[deepspacequeer]

hi! here's a fun doctor who collage commission I finished the other day. they wanted the 13th doctor with some iconic looks from previous doctors!

it's on a 9x12 inch cradled wood panel. I painted the sides to match the turquoise in the vest pattern! you can't tell in these pictures (because it's so hard to photograph!) but there's a thick gloss varnish sealing the collage.

I'm open for commissions and up for whatever fandom you're into! check out my pinned post for more details. I also have my personal work over at @silasjulian if you wanna check that out too!

[hivefleet-hellbender]

Out in the desert, no one can find you... (Hex Tiles 1)

A sharp wind whistles through the desert dunes, bringing no reprieve to the travelers following the thin paths left out in the sand. Don't drink from the river — the plants that grow along its shores contain toxins that could leave a grown man coughing up blood, and chemical spills float through the current. A faraway road carries the rare drone-tank, long abandoned from any sort of human use.

My newest hobby, to distract myself on months when the purse is a bit too tight to be buying plastic crack from Games Workshop, is to build modular hex tiles! It's super easy — I pick up a hundred of these wooden MDF tiles from Amazon for $10 (they're advertised as 2", but they're 1.75" from tip to tip, and each side is 1"), grab any spare craft supplies I have lying around, and get to work! They're super quick (this first batch of one hundred took me around a week) and they open the door to a lot of cool experimentation. A lot of this is inspired by the work of u/Marcus_Machiavelli over on Reddit, who makes these fantastic modular hive city components that I hope to someday be able to emulate. 

I'm making these for two purposes, neither of which I've put in practice yet but I'm hoping to get to do at some point. They're for:

Any mass-battle games played at 6mm. This could also work for Adeptus Titanicus or the upcoming Epic reboot that Games Workshop is working on. 

Tactical TTRPGs like Lancer that are played with large beings, who can operate on a 6mm scale.

Once I get some games in with them, I'm sure I'll encounter future problems and reassess how I approach them. But for now, this is what I've got!

I Hate Sand

The first set of tiles I made, to serve as the backdrop for the rest of them, are these sand tiles. I chose to make this a desert (and thus make a bunch of sand tiles) because I already had some sand lying around, and because it's really cheap and easy to work with. Be careful though! Anakin was right; sand sucks. Try and pick up a finer grain than what I went with, apply the sand in a more-controlled location than I did, and secure it better than I did too. But here's how I did them:

Coat the surface of the hex with a mix of PVA glue and water.

Sprinkle on a light dusting of gravel or small rocks.

Apply a thick coat of sand on top of the gravel.

Knock off excess sand and recycle it for next time.

Spray with 1-2 layers of varnish. (I would recommend a sealant instead, but I didn't have any at the time)

For the ones with little paths on them, I painted the path on with White before applying the gravel or sand, and it shows through well enough! The paths are unnecessary — they're a fun experiment, but I don't think I'll be making more of them in the future.

The Gurgling Creek

Making the river tiles was a bit more involved, but still pretty easy. The method I came up with I think looks a lot better than just painting on water, and is a lot easier to work with than resin or water effects. 

Use some kind of texture gel to build up the riverbanks, trying to have them end around 1/4" on the sides of the tiles where you want your river to connect.

Paint a strip Black where you want the river to flow, running from one edge to another.

Apply sand as before, everywhere except where you painted the black. (If you're worried about fucking this up, you can swap the order)

Varnish (or use sealant) as before. 

Take some gloss mod podge and mix it with a light blue paint, and apply in large goopy quantities everywhere you want water to be. Leave overnight to dry. (If you want the river to be less cloudy, apply many thin coats of mod podge instead, letting each layer dry before applying the next)

As an extra, stipple green along the edges of the water and use a dark green wash to create patches of vegetation.

The river pieces are my favorites, and I'm the most proud of them. The tiny bridge was a thin strip of balsa wood, painted white and then washed black. It turned out fine.

I did a solid mix of straight river pieces and curving river pieces. If I was going to do it again I'd make more curving pieces than straight river pieces, because the curving ones make more sense for how rivers work.

The Road To Nowhere

These road tiles turned out really well, perfect for a run-down highway in the middle of nowhere. Here's how I made them:

Take a piece of corkboard and cut it down to be 1.75" long and 1" wide.

Glue it on a hex with the two edges of the corkboard touching two sides of the hex.

Go at the edges with a knife, making it all worn down and busted up.

In some of these spots, I fucked up and glued the corkboard on wrong. To fix that, break off a chunk and reposition it so it'll connect correctly. This will look like a big fat crack in the middle of the road, which is perfect.

Coat in a layer of mod podge or PVA glue. Leave to dry.

Once dry, paint the cork entirely Gray.

Drybrush White onto the corkboard, focusing on the edges and exposed spots.

Paint two thin yellow lines along the middle of the road. (These are optional, but they do a lot to make the 6mm scale convincing)

Apply sand, as before, onto the ground and up the sides of the road, so it looks like the road is emerging from the sand. Maybe apply some sand in a couple spots in the cracks to make it look like the sand has gotten in there.

Varnish and/or sealant, as before.

Apply a Black wash to the road. (There's a lot of tricks here! If you want the yellow stripes to be more vibrant, you can only paint them on after the first black wash. You can also target spots of sand on the road to make it look like it's asphalt runoff, soaking black into the cracks.)

Apply a second Black wash to the road. 

The bridge was a bit more complicated, and took some finicky positioning and a trip to Kung-Fu Tea.

Take a boba tea straw and cut it into 1" segments, then cut them in half, gluing them to the middle of the hex as culverts.

Take corkboard and glue it over the culverts, bending it so it meets the two edges you want the bridge to run along. If it breaks, that's okay — this is a crumbling, middle-of-nowhere bridge.

Use texture gel and spare corkboard to fill in the gaps.

Use texture gel to define the steep edges of the river. Apply a little bit in between the culverts.

Do all the road steps to the road part of the bridge, and all the river steps to the river part of the bridge.

I'm exceedingly proud of the bridge hex. It turned out perfectly, and feels very emblematic of what I want this project to be like.

Why You, Too, Should Make 6mm Terrain

6mm terrain is amazing to make. Mistakes look like part of the landscape or the brain smudges them over due to the small size, and small changes look like fascinating little details. It really opens the imaginative space and I absolutely adore working at this scale. Plus I'm developing a ton of experience with various materials I've never worked with before, so I get to enjoy the triumph of carving foam or corkboard. It rules! I might even try to make a 28mm bridge after the success I had making a 6mm one.

My future plans for this project include cliffs, craters, 3D-printed shantytowns, and overpasses. But all that is for a later date — for now I'm gonna rest on my laurels, and spend the rest of the evening reconfiguring various tile combinations and cackling like a mad scientist.

[clemininomenon]

characters belong to @ktzart

inspo photo here

acrylic, glitter, matte medium, gloss varnish on wood panel.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

I was thinking about artwork that I’ve seen.

I dunno I felt poetic

I was thinking about artwork that I’ve seen.

Drawings where the linework was so fluid it melted seamlessly into the colours, as if it were all one thing rather than layers piling one on top of the other. The shading was fantastic and gave it magic and depth. The lighting turned it into something beyond beautiful — powerful, warm, and comforting. It had background art that transported it into places of wonder. It had special decorations and detailing that would take a lifetime to uncover. It was so real it moved. It breathed. It lived.

And I wondered if people looked at art the same way I do. If people see stories in the ink blots. If they hear music in the color scheme. Do they feel warmth in the expressions, do they find wonder in the brushstrokes, do the ink marks glisten and gleam and glitter like gold?

And I wondered if people knew they were art, too. If they knew that their freckles are strategic paint splatters, made to add depth and decorum. If they saw their scars as storylines, markers of where they've been and how far they've come. How their eyes are jewels and gemstones, they sparkle and reflect the light of the sun, moon, and stars. Their smiles and frowns are strokes of a brush with precision pigment, and tears and laughter are a symphony. Can they see the extravagant and extraordinary dye used in their skin, in their lips, in their blood and tears? Have they seen the delicate weaving and braiding and crocheting of their hairs? Their joy shines like magic through their pores, their fingers are tools and their voices are instruments. Their names are reflections of their person, the title of their artwork. Do they know they are masterpieces?

And I wondered if people…

If one person would ever look at me like that. If someone would see my lighting, my shading, my composition and negative space. If my lineart was seamless, if my colours clashed or blended in a lovely way, if my details drew them in, if I was intricate or creative or magic. Could they notice how I sway when I get tired, like I'm slow-dancing to a lullaby, or how I click my tongue and hum when I'm bored… How my feet turn in, how sometimes I stumble on my R's, how my eyes resemble sunflowers… My freckles go down like connect-the-dots in a constellation on my arms, my nails are nibbled down, my hands are covered in ink, my ears covered in headphones secured within a song… My shoes are decorated with charms, my jeans are old, ripped and cut-off at the knees, my sweaters are warm and oversized, I hide inside them like a picture in a frame, snug and silly, flapping my hands underneath the long sleeves. Do they hear how I sing constantly, how I talk in every accent I can get my hands on, see how I add extra U's to words like “colour” or “honour” or “favour”, how I talk to myself in the woods where I write my stories, how I still believe in magic like Ents and Faes and the Loch Ness monster and miracles... could they see all my quirks and flaws and what very few redeeming qualities I find in myself, and could they see them all as paint? As pencil marks? As ink and dye? As gloss and varnish? Could my rambles sound like music? Could my smile be glitter? Could my voice be winds and strings and brass? Could anyone look at me and see the artwork?

But mostly I wondered if I would ever be able to look at myself like how I look at the artwork.

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Day 11 - Fainting

I was waffling on what to do for this day until I took not quite enough Nyquil and just let my mind wander for a bit lmao so have something cute

Ping list: @ailesswhumptober, @whumperofworlds, @whump-captain

TWs: another thing where kissing happens and a guy's tits are out but nothing happens, sex gets referenced with a flirty suggestion but its pretty pg-13 still, blood, vampire feeding, alcohol mention, needle mention, fainting

Mariano had decided to go out that Friday. He didn't have work in the morning for once, and Bastian had been getting onto him about being a seventy-year-old in a thirty-three-year-old's body. He'd gone to a place he'd heard good things about--it was loud, and the lights were too much.

The drinks were nice though, and the huge, ruby-horned, golden-eyed bartender was handsome and charming. Maybe he would make this a regular thing. He'd even met a sweet vampire. The blond twink had body glitter on, likely from head to toe, and her green eyes lit up when he'd responded to her flirting.

Brian, her name was. She'd let him text a selfie with her to Bastian, and he'd let her send one of them to her boyfriends. She'd also let him pay for the taxi back to her place.

It was so cozy. He took in the restored, renewed antique cellos and violins hung up on the walls, with flowers and animals carved delicately into the outer layers of the wood and varnished over with love. He saw the worn leather jacket that hung near the doorway, underneath a motorcycle helmet. He saw crutches, and what had to be a backup wheelchair, kept near the couch in a corner.

She'd led him to a bedroom, furnished with string lights and tapestries over the walls and a fluffy bedspread on the queen-sized bed. A teal television sat on a dresser, the perfect height for movie nights. And now her hands cupped Mariano's face as he knelt above her, propped up on his elbows and knees.

Their lips pressed together, hers chilled but tasting like strawberries. It lingered on his own lips when they pulled apart. He'd have to ask her what brand the lip gloss was. Cute, freckled cheeks were flushed. Her sharp indicator teeth were bright in the dim, warm light when she beamed up at him.

"God--don't take this the wrong way, you smell so good right now." Brian said, pulling Mariano down for another kiss. "Like it's not a cologne, and you don't smell afraid. Do you have magic or something?"

"I do." Mariano said, one hand slipping up under Brian's head, his fingers threading into her hair. "It's pretty strong though, it might be off-putting."

"Can I taste?" One of Brian's hands dropped to his neck, and Mariano felt his pulse more strongly. "If it's not my cup of tea, I can always get a different taste of you." Her smile shifted into something more flirtatious. "I'm really good with my mouth."

Mariano laughed, kissing her again, soft and sweet. "That sounds good to me."

Brian brightened up, wiggling to sit up more against the head of the bed. "Okay! Turn around, shirt off if you want. Just lean against me." She tapped his shoulders, looking him over appreciatively. "You don't gotta worry about crushing me either."

"Alright, alright." Mariano said, raising up onto his knees to tug his shirt and binder off over his head. Brian's eyes lit up when she saw him, hands reaching to feel up his sides. He lowered himself down, shifting so that his shoulders met Brian's chest. Cool fingers drifted over his temples and neck, brushing his hair aside. "You don't have to be gentle."

"I think I'll be gentle anyway." Brian whispered, cold lips ghosting over his skin again. Mariano couldn't help the shudder that raced through him. He let out a sigh when Brian opened her mouth and then opened it wider.

He felt the brush of two thin teeth as they were brought forward. One of Brian's arms looped around his front, hand coming to rest affectionately on his cheek. Not a moment later, two sparks of pain erupted from his neck.

Mariano hummed, eyes fluttering closed as Brian's fangs sunk deeper, slow and steady. She'd obviously been doing this for a while. The moment her teeth had pierced the artery, she withdrew and locked her mouth around the wound.

His head started to spin as Brian's thumb began to trace along his cheekbone. She hummed against him, slender hand starting to support his head more and more. Static began to fill Mariano's ears. The soft noises that Brian made started to fade. The warm lighting started to dim. The room began to spin.

The world dropped away and Mariano fell.

"Hey. Open your eyes for me." Brian's voice cut through everything. It was low and steady, and Mariano realized that he wasn't leaning against the sweet vampire anymore. He was lying down and his feet were propped up on some pillows. "Mariano?"

He groaned, managing to open his eyes as Brian's fingers slid through his hair. "I'm...I'm awake." He mumbled, meeting Brian's eyes. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hip pressed against his side.

"Good! You had me worried. You fainted, but I didnt take much--do shots give you trouble or something?"

Mariano laughed, quiet and warm. "No, no, needles are fine. I don't mind them." He reached to take her hand, squeezing it when she threaded their fingers together. "Heard it can just happen sometimes, though."

Brian laughed in return, nodding. "Guess it was just a random spell then, huh?" She reached to slide her fingers through his hair, pulling a quiet, relieved sound from him. "Well, you're not in a state to make out or anything now, so how's a movie sound? I can make popcorn, get you a soda. You can stay the night too, if you want."

Mariano brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "That...that all sounds very nice, yes."

Brian stood, kissing his temple before fluttering out of the room. "I'll be right back then, 'kay? Text your boyfriend, and I'll let Elliot know he's evicted for the night." A quick text to Bastian updating him on the plan was all he had to do, and then he relaxed as the sounds of playful arguing in the kitchen drifted in.

[glitchy-creations]

“Pandora’s Box”

10” x 4.63” x 7.5”

Multimedia: Scrap wood, interior wall paint, acrylic paint, posca paint pens, high gloss varnish, glow in the dark pigment mixed in acrylic paint

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After roughly a month, Pandora’s box is complete! Not depicted in the images is the little wax seal on the inside of the lid that has my logo on it! Also it glows if you hold a black light to the inside of the box 😈

[hiddenstashart]

[sicariav]

camerica:

    Steve can’t breathe in the best of ways, his arm raised and hand gripping the edge of the table and every thrust of those hips makes him squirm and arch in desperation. If he had his senses he might have been embarrassed to want it so desperately but his eyes are glossed over, lids heavy and its everything he can do to keep his eyes trained on the sight of him. Bucky.

    “Oh- fuck.” He hisses. In the peak of his pleasure he finds it strangely arousing to listen to the groan of old wood and the scrape of the table’s legs and if the words didn’t fail him he’d have begged for it harder. Like it was some sort of competition who could lose themselves in the moment more. Or maybe it’s the way Bucky’s lips part with every breath, every violent snap of those hips into him and the way his head tilts back and those eyes lock on to him like a beast starving for a meal that drives him insane. It’s not that he wants to be devoured....is it?

    Maybe it is, he’s complying without actually understanding what the orders being barked at him really are. Like he’s on autopilot but those hands guide him so well he doesn’t have to think. It’s a blessing cause right now he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to think about what he said when the moment’s over and bury his face in shame any time he looks at the man.

    Bucky presses in against him and Steve searches for the semblance of a brain rattling around in his skull and finds nothing but want and hunger and he bites his lip to stifle a groan of need. I’ll fuck you until you give up. Fuck. His cock twitches and for a long and quiet moment he begs quietly. Just do it. Fuck him until he’s a god damn mess beneath you, mark him so that everyone knows he’s yours. God Buck-

    Steve’s nails scrape along the old chipping varnish surface as the man slides back in, cheeks red and lips parted as he sighs out a forced relaxed posture and-

    The sound that rumbles from Bucky’s chest, through Steve’s, and down to his aching cock sends shivers trailing after it and Steve vibrates in his hands. He’s not quiet about any of it to show his appreciation, hand lifting to cradle the back of that shaggy head and the sounds he’s making are entirely involuntary but he wouldn’t disobey. He can’t. The feeling of that cock stroking him in places that make his legs weak, knees buckling and god fucking help him Bucky’s going to have to do all the heavy lifting to keep him from sinking to the floor but the warmth building in his lower stomach tells him he’s too close for comfort.

    “Wait- wait I’m- oh fuck, please...” He’s whining and it sounds so vulgar even to his own ears but god he can’t think of anything else. Sentences don’t come easy and he can’t stop himself pushing back against that body to feel him deeper, hips rolling and every part of him is on fire. In the next moment he doesn’t give a damn. Not that he’s coming, not that the thrust of those hips haven’t stopped even for a second, not that his lungs are screaming for him to take a breath when all he can do is drool into the fold of his arm as he lets the waves of pleasure drown him in pathetic little noises, feel the hot stream of his own come dripping down his thigh and listen to the sound of that voice rumbling the assassin’s pleasure into every muscle that connects them.

     He is violence and want, need and mindless pleasure. Where brittle bones may break he leaves only bruises that will fade come morning, where teeth would pierce and maim there is only the impression of his lust, of wild abandon and wanton desire to take and take and take.

     Take he does. Until the body housing him, quivering beneath the stroke of his hips, mewling his appreciation and adulation, seizes around him, beneath him. Darkened skies dim to stormy fronts, lashes flutter as he closes his eyes. The whole of him is wound tight and yet there is no release. Not for him. He suspects there will not be unless he takes it too and he wants to.

     But not yet. Not until the body housing him pulses around him no more.

     “Turn around...” Hoarse and rough, breathy, desperate, he does not wait for compliance. He aches and there is nothing but his handler to sate him. Willing flesh to enact his hunger upon and he does. Hands a vice around lithe waist it is no surprise to find it easy to lift his companion, fold legs around his waist and carry the bulk of the man through threshold to the semblance of a bedroom beyond.

     A paltry mattress stained and grotesque lay beneath heat trapping tarp upon which he deposits his companion, fingers as talons in the sweet give of thighs, parting slick skin to press inside. Again enveloped in warmth, again burrowed in the sweet succulent flesh and his want built expeditiously spills. Floodgates opened, hips snap forward, teeth graze along bare neck leaving nicks from canines which bead imperceptibly as he pulses, buried deep and emptying.

     The high leaves him in drips, small storms of disappointment and longing to be swallowed by the sands of indifference. Greedy it drinks until the last of him is splayed out and spent staring at a crumbling ceiling. It is always too short, too brief. To little to matter to anyone such a small thing. How envious he is of the lives who are fleeting before him. Another sleep, another aged face, a new one to replace it.

     “Who the hell is Bucky?” A slip of the tongue. The mask diverging? Slipping? Sliding down that pretty sweat-soaked face with lips begging to be opened? The clarity in them divine.

     “I don’t care that you called his name.” What a darling little lie; but only a reassurance. Curiosity asks more of him than sense.

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Choosing a paint color for a wooden bed

When choosing a paint color for a wooden bed, you can consider a variety of options based on personal preference and the interior design style of your bedroom. Here are some common choices:

Natural Wood Finish: To preserve the natural grain and color of the wood, you can opt for a clear varnish or a lightly tinted varnish that highlights the wood's natural beauty.

White: White paint can give a wooden bed a fresh and spacious look, suitable for modern minimawooden bedlist or country-style bedrooms.

Greys: Ranging from light to dark shades, grey tones can bring an elegant and contemporary feel to the bedroom, and they are also relatively stain-resistant.

Black: Black paint can make a wooden bed appear classic and sophisticated, fitting well in industrial or modern-style bedrooms.

Blues: Light blues or navy blues can create a calming and relaxing atmosphere in the bedroom, suitable for a nautical theme or for those who want to foster a tranquil environment.

Greens: From minty greens to deep forest greens, green shades can add vitality and a sense of nature to the bedroom.

Reds: Red or burgundy can bring warmth and energy to the bedroom, ideal for creating a cozy and romantic ambiance.

Browns: Different shades of brown can create a warm and comfortable atmosphere, suitable for traditional or vintage-style bedrooms.

Metallics: Colors like gold, silver, or copper can add a touch of luxury and modernity to a wooden bed.

Multicolor: If your bedroom decor is bold, you might consider using multiple colors to create a unique visual effect.

When selecting a color, also consider the type of paint, such as water-based or oil-based, as well as the sheen, like matte, semi-gloss, or high gloss. Before painting, ensure the wood surface is clean, dry, and sanded if necessary to ensure good adhesion of the paint. After painting, you might want to apply a layer of clear varnish to protect the color and increase durability.

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I had a ton of fun making this set of mixed media phantom of the opera coasters for @musingsofauniversedisturber! ♥️

they’re on little 4x4 inch wood panels that are 3/8th of an inch thick. they’re sealed with gloss varnish and have little silicone pads on the bottom!

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Wooden Tissue Boxes in Pakistan – Beautiful Designs

In Pakistan, wooden tissue boxes have become a popular decorative item, adding both functionality and style to homes, offices, and other spaces. Known for their elegance and durability, these boxes come in a variety of designs that reflect traditional craftsmanship and modern aesthetics. Let’s explore the beauty and variety of wooden tissue boxes available in Pakistan.

 Why Choose Wooden Tissue Boxes?

Wooden tissue boxes offer several advantages over plastic or metal alternatives:

Aesthetic Appeal: Wooden boxes add warmth and a classic touch to any setting.

Durability: Wood is long-lasting and can withstand wear better than other materials.

Eco-Friendly: Made from renewable resources, wooden tissue boxes are an environmentally friendly choice.

Customization: They can be carved, painted, or varnished, making it easy to match them with any décor style.

 Popular Types of Wood for Tissue Boxes

Pakistan has access to various types of wood, each offering unique characteristics:

Sheesham (Indian Rosewood): Known for its rich color and grain, Sheesham is highly durable and often used for intricate carvings.

Walnut Wood: This wood has a dark, smooth finish, ideal for creating a sophisticated look.

Teak Wood: Teak is highly resistant to damage and has a golden-brown color that brings warmth to the designs.

Each wood type can create a distinct aesthetic, from rustic charm to refined elegance.

 Types of Wooden Tissue Box Designs

Hand-Carved Tissue Boxes

Hand-carved wooden tissue boxes are especially popular in Pakistan, showcasing the skills of local artisans. These designs often feature floral patterns, geometric shapes, or traditional motifs inspired by Mughal architecture. tissue box pakistan Each piece is unique, reflecting the personal touch of the craftsman.

Inlay Work Tissue Boxes

Wooden tissue boxes with inlay work are also sought-after. These designs incorporate materials like brass, copper, or mother of pearl into the wood, creating intricate patterns that add a luxurious feel. The contrast between the wood and inlaid material highlights the design and craftsmanship involved.

Painted Wooden Tissue Boxes

For a colorful touch, painted tissue boxes are a vibrant option. Local artisans use paint to adorn boxes with motifs inspired by Pakistani culture, including truck art, paisleys, and floral patterns. This style is perfect for adding a playful or cultural element to any space.

Minimalist Wooden Tissue Boxes

Minimalist wooden tissue boxes have simple, sleek designs, focusing on the natural beauty of the wood. Often polished with a matte or gloss finish, these boxes fit perfectly into modern and contemporary settings.

 Customizable Wooden Tissue Boxes

Many local artisans offer customization options, allowing buyers to personalize their wooden tissue boxes. Customers can choose the type of wood, finish, size, and design. Some popular customizations include adding names, initials, or custom carvings that hold personal meaning.

Where to Buy Wooden Tissue Boxes in Pakistan

Several markets and online platforms in Pakistan offer a range of wooden tissue boxes:

Local Handicraft Stores: Cities like Karachi, Lahore, and Islamabad have handicraft stores that sell unique handmade boxes.

Online Marketplaces: Websites like Craft Emporium offer convenient shopping and delivery options.

Cultural Expos and Exhibitions: Exhibitions often feature a wide variety of handmade items, including wooden tissue boxes, allowing buyers to see the quality and variety up close.

 Price Range of Wooden Tissue Boxes in Pakistan

The price of wooden tissue boxes varies based on wood type, design complexity, and size.

 Tips for Maintaining Wooden Tissue Boxes

To keep wooden tissue boxes in good condition:

Keep Away from Moisture: Wood can warp when exposed to moisture, so it’s best to keep it dry.

Polish Regularly: Regular polishing keeps the wood shiny and enhances its durability.

Avoid Direct Sunlight: Sunlight can cause fading, so place wooden boxes in shaded areas to preserve their natural color.

Conclusion

Wooden tissue boxes in Pakistan are more than just functional items; they are works of art that bring culture and elegance to everyday spaces. Handicraft in Pakistan Whether you’re looking for a traditional design, a colorful painted box, or a minimalist style, there’s something to suit every taste and decor style.

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PP Micronized Wax Market Analysis: Global Industry Trends and Forecast (2023-2032)

PP (Polypropylene) micronized wax is a finely ground, high-performance additive made from polypropylene, known for its excellent properties such as high chemical resistance, durability, and thermal stability. These waxes are used in a wide range of industrial applications to improve surface properties, such as scratch resistance, slip, and gloss. Due to their small particle size, PP micronized waxes are easily dispersed in coatings, inks, plastics, and adhesives, enhancing the overall performance of the final product. They are especially popular in applications like automotive coatings, wood finishes, and printing inks, where superior surface protection and smoothness are essential. In plastics processing, PP micronized waxes are used as processing aids to improve flow, reduce friction, and enhance mold release. Additionally, they offer excellent resistance to wear, making them ideal for use in high-performance applications. As industries seek advanced materials for enhanced product quality, the demand for PP micronized wax is growing across sectors such as automotive, packaging, and coatings.

The PP (Polypropylene) Micronized Wax market is influenced by several key trends that are driving its growth and shaping its future.

1. Increasing Demand in Coatings and Paints

PP micronized wax is widely used in the coatings and paints industry due to its ability to enhance surface properties like scratch resistance, slip, and gloss. The growing demand for high-performance coatings, particularly in automotive, industrial, and wood coatings, is driving the use of PP micronized wax as an additive. The need for durable and aesthetically superior finishes in these sectors is pushing manufacturers to adopt advanced materials like micronized waxes.

2. Growth in Plastics and Polymer Processing

The plastics industry is seeing increased demand for PP micronized wax as a processing aid to improve flow, reduce friction, and enhance mold release. With the growing adoption of polypropylene in various applications such as packaging, automotive components, and consumer goods, PP micronized waxes are becoming essential for optimizing production processes. This trend is driven by the need for better productivity, reduced wear and tear on machinery, and enhanced surface quality of finished plastic products.

3. Expansion in Printing Inks and Packaging

The packaging and printing ink industries are also seeing a rise in demand for PP micronized wax, which enhances properties like rub resistance, anti-blocking, and gloss in inks and overprint varnishes. With the increasing demand for high-quality, durable packaging, especially in the food and beverage, cosmetics, and pharmaceutical sectors, PP micronized wax is being adopted to improve the performance and longevity of printed materials.

4. Focus on Sustainability and Environmental Regulations

As industries move toward more sustainable practices, there is growing interest in additives that contribute to eco-friendly solutions. PP micronized waxes, being highly durable and contributing to the longevity of products, align with this trend. Moreover, the ability of PP micronized wax to improve the recyclability of polypropylene-based products, particularly in the packaging industry, is becoming an important factor for manufacturers looking to meet environmental regulations and reduce their carbon footprint.

5. Technological Advancements in Wax Production

Advancements in the production and micronization of polypropylene waxes are improving their efficiency and performance characteristics. Enhanced production techniques are leading to more uniform particle sizes and better dispersion qualities, making PP micronized waxes more effective in various formulations. These innovations are enabling manufacturers to tailor the waxes for specific applications, resulting in better performance across industries like automotive, coatings, and adhesives.

6. Increasing Adoption in the Automotive Sector

The automotive industry is a major consumer of PP micronized wax, particularly in high-performance coatings and interior parts. With the growing demand for durable, lightweight, and scratch-resistant components, PP micronized wax is being used to improve the quality of automotive coatings and plastic parts. As automotive manufacturers prioritize enhanced surface protection, gloss, and durability, the use of PP micronized waxes in this sector is expected to continue growing.

7. Rising Use in the Textile Industry

PP micronized wax is increasingly being used in the textile industry, where it is applied to fabrics to enhance surface smoothness, improve abrasion resistance, and add water-repellent properties. The trend toward high-performance textiles, especially in sportswear and outdoor gear, is driving the demand for advanced additives like PP micronized wax that improve fabric quality and longevity.

8. Customization and Specialty Grades

Manufacturers are increasingly developing customized and specialty grades of PP micronized wax to meet the specific needs of different industries. These tailored products offer unique properties such as higher melting points, better dispersion, and enhanced compatibility with other materials. The trend toward customization is allowing manufacturers to cater to niche markets and specialized applications, expanding the potential uses of PP micronized wax.

9. Emerging Markets and Industrialization

Emerging markets, particularly in Asia-Pacific and Latin America, are experiencing rapid industrialization and growth in sectors like automotive, packaging, and construction. This is leading to increased demand for high-quality materials, including PP micronized wax, to improve the performance and durability of products in these regions. As industrial activities expand, the demand for additives that enhance product quality and manufacturing efficiency is expected to grow.

10. Focus on Product Innovation

The PP micronized wax market is seeing increased investment in product innovation as companies strive to improve the performance characteristics of their wax products. New formulations are being developed to enhance the wax's compatibility with a wider range of materials, improve its environmental profile, and offer better performance in extreme conditions. This focus on innovation is driving the introduction of new products tailored to meet the evolving needs of various industries

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Key Players

BASF

Sasol

Clariant

Honeywell

Lubrizol

MÃÅNZING Corporation

MPI

Nanjing Tianshi

Michelman

Shamrock Technologies

Ceronas

The PP (Polypropylene) Micronized Wax market is driven by several key factors that are fueling its growth and widespread adoption across industries. These market drivers include:

1. Growing Demand in the Coatings and Paints Industry

The use of PP micronized wax in the coatings and paints industry is one of the primary market drivers. PP micronized wax improves surface properties such as scratch resistance, slip, and gloss, making it highly desirable in automotive, industrial, and decorative coatings. The rising demand for high-performance coatings that offer durability and enhanced aesthetics is increasing the use of PP micronized wax as a key additive.

2. Expanding Plastics and Polymer Processing Industry

The global plastics and polymer industry continues to expand, particularly in sectors like packaging, automotive, and consumer goods. PP micronized waxes are used as processing aids in the manufacture of thermoplastics, improving flow, reducing friction, and enhancing mold release during production. The increased use of polypropylene in packaging and automotive components is driving demand for PP micronized wax, which enhances the performance and efficiency of plastic manufacturing processes.

3. Rising Demand in the Automotive Sector

The automotive industry is a significant driver of the PP micronized wax market. In automotive coatings, PP micronized waxes provide improved scratch resistance, durability, and a smoother surface finish. The demand for lightweight, durable, and aesthetically superior automotive components is growing as vehicle manufacturers seek ways to enhance performance and fuel efficiency. PP micronized wax helps meet these requirements, contributing to its growing use in this sector.

4. Advances in Packaging and Printing Inks

The packaging and printing ink industries are key consumers of PP micronized wax. These waxes enhance the rub resistance, anti-blocking, and gloss properties of inks and varnishes used in packaging materials. With the increasing demand for high-quality, durable packaging solutions, particularly in the food, beverage, and cosmetics industries, PP micronized wax is gaining importance as a critical additive. This trend is further amplified by the need for premium packaging designs that ensure product protection and visual appeal.

5. Shift Toward Sustainable and Recyclable Products

As sustainability becomes a top priority for industries worldwide, there is growing demand for materials that support environmentally friendly practices. PP micronized wax, being a recyclable and durable additive, aligns with sustainability goals in sectors like packaging and plastics. The use of polypropylene-based materials in recyclable packaging, along with growing efforts to reduce waste and environmental impact, is driving demand for PP micronized wax.

6. Technological Advancements in Manufacturing Processes

Technological advancements in the production of PP micronized wax are enhancing the quality and efficiency of the product. Innovations in micronization techniques are leading to better particle size control, improved dispersion in formulations, and enhanced performance. These technological improvements are making PP micronized wax more effective in a wide range of applications, boosting its demand across industries.

7. Increased Adoption in the Textile Industry

PP micronized wax is increasingly being adopted in the textile industry to improve fabric properties, including abrasion resistance, smoothness, and water repellency. The trend toward high-performance textiles, especially in sportswear, outdoor clothing, and technical fabrics, is driving the use of PP micronized wax as an additive to enhance fabric durability and quality. This growing demand for innovative textile materials is contributing to market growth.

8. Rising Construction and Infrastructure Development

The construction industry is another key driver of the PP micronized wax market. In construction materials and coatings, PP micronized wax enhances the protective and decorative features of surfaces by providing durability, weather resistance, and ease of maintenance. As infrastructure development continues to grow globally, particularly in emerging economies, the demand for advanced building materials and coatings is increasing, leading to higher consumption of PP micronized wax.

9. Demand for High-Performance Adhesives and Sealants

PP micronized wax is widely used in the formulation of adhesives and sealants to improve their strength, durability, and water resistance. The construction, automotive, and packaging industries rely on high-performance adhesives and sealants for various applications, from joining materials to providing long-term protection. As these industries continue to grow, the need for advanced additives like PP micronized wax to enhance the performance of adhesives and sealants is expanding.

10. Emerging Markets and Industrial Growth

Emerging markets, especially in regions like Asia-Pacific and Latin America, are experiencing rapid industrial growth, driving the demand for advanced materials and additives like PP micronized wax. The growing manufacturing sector in these regions, combined with increasing investments in construction, automotive, and packaging, is creating opportunities for PP micronized wax manufacturers to expand their market presence and capture growing demand.

Segmentation

By Application:

Plastics Processing

Coatings and Inks

Adhesives and Sealants

Rubber Compounding

Personal Care and Cosmetics

Textiles and Fibers

Candles

By End-Use Industry:

Plastics and Polymers

Paints and Coatings

Adhesives and Sealants

Rubber

Personal Care and Cosmetics

Textiles and Apparel

Candle Manufacturing

By Particle Size:

Submicron

Micronized

Coarse

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