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Spade no Kuni no Alice - Otomate Style Covers
#spade no kuni no alice#hnkna#heart no kuni no alice#otomate#otome game#ace#lewis carroll#quin silver#hannibal gold#boris airay#gray ringmarc#nightmare gottschalk#hnkna joker
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I'm drawing them for the first time i feel ashamed😭
#spade no kuni no alice#hannibal gold#quin silver#lewis carroll#heart no kuni no alice#hnkna#digital art
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Sure I'll ride this bandwagon for a bit. =3
Open to anyone who wants to do this as well. (tag me if you want, so I don't miss it and can vote on your poll!!)
#quin muses#tumblr poll#poll#my poll#marco the phoenix#eustass kid#revolutionary sabo#flame emperor sabo#thatch one piece#sir crocodile#donquixote doflamingo#silvers rayleigh#killer one piece#charlotte katakuri#maren oc#kaku one piece#smoker one piece
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Black and Silver Pant Set from A.B. Archie (n/a)
#becky lynch#rebecca quin#black and silver pant set#set#sets#A.B. Archie#women of wrestling fashion#wwe#WWE Raw
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Not putting this in the tags cause I wanted to really sink my teeth into it.
The trope for Marco is effectively like a Fairy Tail - nothing went wrong. It was nearly love at first sight and there weren't any real bumps. At least not between us, all the issues are external ^^; Probably Soul Mates if I'm picking something more traditional.
Eustass Kid was more Rivals to Lovers, and it wasn't much of a rivalry so much as sexually tense friendly competition. Plenty of back and forth though, and just a few misunderstandings.
Sabo was more slowburn than anything else. Frustratingly slow too, because it was nearly love at first sight, but both believed there was no way the other was being anything more than just polite. (When the tension finally broke it took three days to recover).
Donquixote Doflamingo was a fight and a disaster - 100% enemies to lovers, and more reluctant lover than anything else. Yandere through and through and I probably won't last all that long. ^^;
Sir Crocodile was Only One Bed. It was a business trip for both of us, for different businesses, and options were limited. I made him sign a contract that he would be a gentleman and then slept on the couch (one of us was small enough for it, one of us was *not*.) >.> After that it kind of turned into yandere, but the bastard's so smooth it's hard to not just accept it. 😩
Rayleigh was a competition - it was supposed to be a one-night stand. idk if hubris or arrogance did me in on that one, but now I have the two of them looking out for me. Strangers to Lovers.
what’s everybody selfship trope?
#quin muses#self ship#marco the phoenix#eustass kid#flame emperor sabo#sabo the revolutionary#donquixote doflamingo#sir crocodile#silvers rayleigh#I could do more#but those are the ones that came to mind easy
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Potato Crisps / Chips on Tasting History
So we've just watched Max's latest...
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...and I was grinning a bit because I posted about Dr Kitchiner's 1817 (non-US, definitely non-Saratoga) crisps / chips recipe a month ago.
That image was from an American edition of his book; I've found a pic from the original - NB that these slices are floured before frying.
For reference, here's a two-penny piece from about 1797; the coin would still be current 20 years later:
...and here's how thick the potatoes should be sliced. That's 4mm, which is 2mm less than "a quarter of an inch" (6.25mm).
The slices will get even thinner as their moisture evaporates during frying, and, given the nature of recipes, potatoes cooked this way are probably even older than 1817 and Kitchiner's is just the first appearance found so far in print.
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The first recipe for "Game Chips" (an accompaniment to grouse, pheasant etc.) appeared, per the Wikipedia link, in a 1903 book published by famous chef Auguste Escoffier (1846-1935):
"Chip potatoes - these are potatoes cut into thin slices; this is usually done with a special plane. (A mandoline.) They are put in cold water for 10 minutes; then drained, dried in a cloth and fried until very crunchy. They are served hot or cold and generally accompany game roasted in the English style."
However, per Escoffier's Wikipedia page, much of his work was based on that of Anton Carême (1783-1833), whose dates are squarely coincident with Dr Kitchiner's Potato Slices.
Given the amount of cookery to-and-fro between England and France after the Napoleonic wars were over, it's impossible to say who first came up with the idea of potato crisps.
The French loved dainties - "un petit quelquechose", a little something - which the English pronounced and dismissed as "kickshaws", something over-fussy yet insubstantial. Yet those same English also loved roasting things with their appropriate accompaniments.
(I'm writing this just over a week after Christmas, and have been well reminded that the phrase "Roast (turkey / goose / beef) With All The Trimmings" is still in common 21st-century use.)
If those roasted things were game birds, only those above a certain level in society would be eating them, so it's not unreasonable to assume a rich-person game bird would attract fussy, time-consuming rich-person trimmings like, okay, Game Chips.
One thing's for sure, Potato Crisps - and Game Chips too, so hard luck, Escoffier - are almost certainly older than even Tasting History could prove.
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BTW, they also existed at a time when "English Food Was Bland" is more fake history.
Sauces put out on the table in fancy bottles had fancy labels ("bottle tickets") showing what was in them, and the contents were often far from bland.
Quin sauce was anchovy-based, hot and pungent.
Harvey's was a spicy sauce similar to Worcestershire, ketchup was probably mushroom and also spicy; the other two need no elaboration.
AFAIK the two crescent-shaped ones in the next pics are deliberate imitations of an officer's rank-gorget.
Finally a generic Not-Bland label that would go on any number of modern bottles (antique silver, yours for £250)...
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And after all of the above, I could do Very Bad Things to a packet of Tayto Cheese 'n' Onion. A packet?
Why stop at a packet when A Pack takes less time to say?
After all, It Is Written that:
"Reading One Book Is Like Eating One Potato Crisp Chip."
And also that Nothing Exceeds Like Excess...
#food and drink#potato crisps#game chips#Tasting History with Max Miller#Diane Duane#Reading one book is like...#...like eating one potato chip#wise words maxims and apothegms#Youtube
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I've seen many posts where Jason dates Jazz and realizes there's something wrong with Danny, but what if it's the other way around?
Danny has been ghosting for a while longer, so he knows better how to hide the effects, Jazz who only recently realized he's liminal doesn't do so well.
Then Jason arrives, he met this cute and nice guy who is totally sarcastic but also always willing to help him with a problem, then he meets his sister, who has something strange about her, sometimes her smiles are too big or her shadow moves unnaturally, makes bad love decisions and wants to be a psychologist, cue Jason thinking that Jazz is the second coming of Harley Quinn but more Eldritch
This is amazing!!!
This is kind of an old one because i was away for a while, but thanks for the ask
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Jason had made a new friend (boyfriend if he's lucky)
They met when red hood was on patrol and was going to stop a SA in progress when this lanky bruce adoptee to be stepped in and handed the scumbag his ass on a silver platter
After the kid took care of the girl, called the police and sent them on their way he stayed, turned to where he was perched, smiled and said
"What? Couldn't just do nothing."
Turned and left, leaving jason dumbfounded that this kid could see him, beating up an unexperienced scumbag was one thing finding a highly trained vigilante was something else, looks like this kid is interesting.
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Turns out the kids name is danny and he is awesome!
He's 19, just moved to gothem from some no where town and was studying aerospace engineering, linguistics and chemistry in gothem university.
His mother was a blackbelt and tought him how to put the fear of God in people 6 ways to sunday, he also has a sister whos an arkam asylum phyciatritrist intern
Danny is cool, knowes how to take a joke and can dish it right back out, was goofy and playful compared to the usual seriousness of of the bats, AND HE WAS SASSY
The colourful way he broke down the batfams characters had him cry laughing
When he met Danny in red hood persona he was mostly the same, though jason nearly had a heart attack when danny called him jason in red hood gear, but dannys cool and easy to talk to, they spent the rest of patrol together
Batman showed up wondering why red hood wasn't responding and red hood thought he had to defend danny from the interrogation that was to come...NOPE
The first words out of danny's mouth was
"I've never met a furrie in person, is it difficult to breath wearing the suit"
By the end of the 'conversation' Red hood couldn't move he was laughing so hard oh he couldn't wait to meet his fanily
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Nevermind somethings wrong with jazz
When he met her nothing was wrong per'se but...
she seems nice but her smiles are too wide, too pointy, she moves too stiff and theres something just...off
She made the pit squirm in...not fear or discomfort, more like, she made the pit more agitated, annoyed, angry...thats...never happened before
Then he found out she was having love problems...the last guy she dated ended up in a cutl and was trying to get her to join, and the way she talk about phycology was too...disconnected
Somethings wrong with her
About 2 hours later jason came speeding into the batcave screaming about the next generation of Harley Quin
#danny phantom#fic prompt#daily prompt#danny fenton#dc x dp#dp x dc#funny#batman#dc#jazz fenton#jason todd#jasons going to loose his mind#danny and jason#liminal jazz#ghost danny is more skilled#jazz scares jason#harly quinn 2.0 in the making#batman WILL be paranoid#bruce it trying to thank danny for stopping the next
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Masterpost
For anyone who wants an easy overview of my stories.
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Fantasy stories:
Missing Piece
A Deal of Games
Deals and Revelry, Quin's Backstory
Healing Hearts
Vampire's Lullaby: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Drabble
The Tailors on Baker Street, Drabble
Winter Star
The Fall of a God
Learning to give Life
Lich Mage and Melina: Part One and Part Two
Symphony of Song and Music, Drabble
Everything
Amnesiac God-Spouse
Seeking Shelter from the Dragon
The Miracle Dealer
What makes a God
The Royal Oracle
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Hero and Villain Stories:
Heart Song
A Dash of Villainy within A Hero: Part One and Part Two
Perfect Nemesis: Part One and Part Two
Villain providing an Out for Heroes
Nightshade
Villain Roommate
Silver and Hero: Part One and Part Two
Paint the Town: Part One
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Space and Aliens:
Going Home
Psychological Warfare Chess on Crack
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Sneak Peeks for Patreon Stories:
Dancing with Stars
Holding Curses with Gentle Hands
Salt and Iron
Sanctuary
Dark Waters
Woven Magic
Doll House
The Price of a Life
The Magic of Consequences
Heartless
Breaking Chains
Wishmaker
Firsts
For the Living and the Dancing
Haunted House
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WIPs:
The Shape of a Soul: Part One, Part Two, Part Three
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Or perhaps cackle in the woods while a disgruntled woodcutter shakes their fist at you? Head over to my Patreon or my Ko-Fi!
There will be a new, exclusive short story every month (and occasionally a surprise second one!) while I work on upcoming books and more stories that I will post here!
Also, you get bragging rights. For what, you decide, but I am handing you a blank writ for bragging rights.
#my writing#masterpost#masterlist#short stories#fantasy#heroes and villains#aliens#humans are space orcs#many of those are writing prompts#hope this list is useful!#hope I didn't forget any stories
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since the tags on my Lewis hands painting have mostly been along the lines of #WATERCOLOR?! HOW? (thank you!!) I figured I may as well do a wee step by step of how I painted the skin)
(disclaimer: I did not take many photos of the different stages, so you'll just have to trust the power of my narration)
(above) first up: the reference was from the Met Gala, as posted on Lewis Hamilton's Instagram. I can't take credit for the framing/pose — that was all the photographer
here's my cleaned up sketch and the first couple layers — I did a wash of colour on the hands first (quin burnt sienna PO48 quin maroon PR209 pigments my beloved, the best for warmer/deeper skin tones), added in a layer of shadows in the same colour to build structure, then got the inky black background in (mostly burnt umber PBr7 & French ultramarine PB29 I believe, with a bit of Roman Szmal's shadow grey too)
I kinda wish I'd left the background like that, but hey this whole piece was an experiment so I'll learn from it next time
next I added in further shading to the hands — again with the same skin tones as before, in different concentrations depending on the area, with the addition of some redder and darker tones too where needed. I also painted in the tattoos here — making sure they're under a layer or two of watercolour settles them into the skin like a real tattoo, rather than them looking sharpied on
And then! this is where the magic happens, and the part I'm most pleased with: by the stage of the first image above, the shadows were great in terms of position/shade, but felt a bit too blocky and stylised for the piece. So, if you get to the same issue (whether painting skin or clothing or anything with softer and more rounded contours), what you wanna do is:
make a pool of incredibly diluted skin tone mix on your palette. Literally, just water with a subtle hint of colour, roughly the same value as your highlights
get your softest brush. Nope, softer than that. In watercolour brushes, 'springy' is the opposite to 'soft', so you want bristles that don't really bounce back to their original shape if you push the wet brush against a firm surface. I'm using the Silver Black Velvet brush I've been using for the whole painting, but ideally a squirrel/sable or synthetic sable brush is gonna work
gently paint that diluted skin tone wash over the whole of the area (the hands, in this piece). This is why you want your softest brush, so as not to disturb the paint underneath too much. It also helps if the pigments you've been using are more staining (resistant to lifting). In general, phthalos and quinacridones are most staining, and granulating pigments least so. I've been using earth quinacridones here, which are moderately staining. Using good quality 100% cotton paper also helps
before that diluted wash is dry, get some paper towel and dab out the highlights. This keeps the edges softer and more natural than if you just painted around them
the wash you applied should have been just enough to soften those hard edges of shading you had previously, leaving lovely soft and more realistic transitions. Ta-dah!
then, off-camera, I added the darkest shading, painted in the gold, and felt it was missing something so added some scribbly highlights in 'ivory' coloured pencil. And that's that! It did involve a lot more swearing and complaining than I've just made it seem, but the skin part at least was something I'm used to.
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🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in October 2024 🌈
🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Happy reading!
❓What was the last queer book you read?
[ Release dates may have changed. List below! ]
❤️ Back in the Hunt - K. Sterling 🧡 The Connoisseur's Christmas Courtship - L.M. Bennett 💛 Shoestring Theory - Mariana Costa 💚 The Black Hunger - Nicholas Pullen 💙 Wild Fire - Radclyffe 💜 Because Fat Girl - Lauren Marie Fleming ❤️ The Ace and Aro Relationship Guide - Cody Daigle-Orians 🧡 Soul Survivors - River Kai 💛 Stolen Hearts - Michele Castleman 💙 Reverence - Milena McKay 💜 Love Immortal - Kit Vincent
❤️ Take a Sad Song - Ona Gritz 🧡 Showmance - Chad Beguelin 💛 Redundancies & Potentials - Dominique Dickey 💚 Alexander - Karla Nikole 💙 Rest in Peaches - Alex Brown 💜 Rise of the Wrecking Crew - Kalynn Bayron ❤️ Language Lessons - Sage Donnell 🧡 Legend of the White Snake - Sher Lee 💛 Sorcery and Small Magis - Maiga Doocy 💙 Cried Out - Kate Hawthorne 💜 Skysong - C.A. Wright 🌈 No Rules Tonight - Kim Hyun Sook, Ryan Estrada
❤️ My Mother's Ridiculous Rules for Dating - Philip William Stover 🧡 I Shall Never Fall in Love - Hari Conner 💛 Castle Swimmer - Wendy Martin 🧡 The Hollow and the Haunted - Camilla Raines 💙 How Does That Make You Feel, Magda Eklund? - Anna Montague 💜 The Arizona Triangle - Sydney Graves ❤️ Every Rule Undone - Nancy S.M. Waldman 🧡 Mister Nice - Jamie Jennings 💛 Under the Mistletoe with You - Lizzie Huxley-Jones 💙 How to Fall in Love in a Time of Unnameable Disaster - Muriel Leung 💜 The Snowball Effect - Haley Cass 🌈 This Will Be Fun - E.B. Asher
❤️ Our Evenings - Alan Hollinghurst 🧡 Don't Let the Forest In - C.G. Drews 💛 Finding Delaware - Bree Wiley 💚 The Reeds - Arjun Basu 💙 The Bloodless Princes - Charlotte Bond 💜 Women's Hotel - Daniel M. Lavery ❤️ Alex McKenna and the Academy of Souls - Vicki-Ann Bush 🧡 A Vile Season - David Ferraro 💛 Synchronicity - J.J. Hale 💙 Writ of Love - Cassidy Crane 💜 Di-Curious - Erin Branch 🌈 Swordcrossed - Freya Marske
❤️ Stand Up! - Tori Sharp 🧡 Haunt Me, Baby - Rose Santoriello 💚 Planet Drag: Uncover the Global Herstory - Various 💙 Until We Shatter - Kate Dylan 💜 Metal from Heaven - August Clarke ❤️ Vicious Fates and Vast Futures - Tilly Bramley 🧡 The Daughter of Danray - Natalia Hernandez 💛 If I Stopped Haunting You - Colby Wilkens 💙 The Darkness Behind The Door - Mira Gonzalez 💜 Hunt Monsters, Do Magic, and Fall in Love - A.M. Weald 🌈 Jasmine Is Haunted - Mark Oshiro
❤️ Model Home - Rivers Solomon 🧡 Haunting Melody - Chloe Spencer 💛 The Door in Lake Mallion - S.M. Beiko 💚 The City in Glass - Nghi Vo 💙 Fang Fiction - Kate Stayman-London 💜 The Merriest Misters - Timothy Janovsky ❤️ Make the Season Bright - Ashley Herring Blake 🧡 My Kind of Trouble - L.A. Schwartz 💛 To Become A Flower - CEON 💙 What Was Lost - Melissa Connelly 💜 The Forbidden Book - Sacha Lamb 🌈 This Dark Paradise - Erin Luken
❤️ The Sound of Storms - Anya Keeler 🧡 Country Queers - Rae Garringer 💛 A Spell for Heartsickness - Alistair Reeves 💚 The Stars Inside Us - Kristy Gardner 💙 October's Ocean - Delaine Coppock 💜 Haunt Your Heart Out - Amber Roberts ❤️ The Dark Becomes Her - Judy I. Lin 🧡 Power Pose - Emily Silver 💛 The Magic You Make - Jason June 💙 House of Elephants - Claribel A. Ortega 💜 Tegan and Sara: Crush - Tegan Quin, Sara Quin, Tillie Walden 🌈 The Brightness Between Us - Eliot Schrefer
❤️ The Spring before Obergefell - Benjamin S. Grossberg 🧡 Pray For Him - Tyler Battaglia 💛 Coup de Grâce - Sofia Ajram 💚 Coal Gets In Your Veins - Cat Rector 💙 He Who Bleeds - Dorian Valentine 💜 The Revenge of Captain Vessia - Leslie Allen ❤️ Camelot's Tower - Brooke Matthews 🧡 The Manor - Tiffany E. Taylor 💛 Arcanum - Ashlyn Drewek 💙 Strange Beasts - Susan J. Morris 💜 On Vicious Worlds - Bethany Jacobs 🌈 Death Song - B. Ripley
❤️ Best Hex Ever - Nadia El-Fassi 🧡 I'll Be Gone for Christmas - Georgia K. Boone 💛 Make My Wish Come True - Rachael Lippincott, Alyson Derrick 💚 Gentlest of Wild Things - Sarah Underwood 💙 Troth - E.H. Lupton 💜 Solis - Paola Mendoza & Abby Sher ❤️ Lucy, Uncensored - Mel Hammond, Teghan Hammond 🧡 Mama - Nikkya Hargrove 💛 Under All the Lights - Maya Ameyaw 💙 Reclaimed - Seth Haddon 💜 The Devil's Dilemma - Alex J. Adams 🌈 The Jovian Madrigals - Janneke de Beer
❤️ Blood Price - Nicole Evans 🧡 Worship Me - K.C. Blume 💛 All the Hearts You Eat - Hailey Piper 💚 The Nightmare Before Kissmas - Sara Raasch 💙 Rogue Community College - David R. Slayton 💜 Mistress of Hours - Emma Elizabeth ❤️ The Dog Trainer's Secret - Sav Uong 🧡 Most Wonderful - Georgia Clark 💛 Antenora - Dori Lumpkin 💙 House of Frank - Kay Synclaire 💜 Sir Callie and the Witch's War - Esme Symes-Smith 🌈 Prince of Fortune - Lisa Tirreno
#queer books#queer#books#book list#gay books#lesbian romance#lesbian pride#lesbian books#lesbian fiction#lesbian#bi books#bisexual romance#bisexual visibility#bisexual pride#bisexuality#queer romance#queer pride#queer community#bookish#book community#book releases#book release#batty about books#battyaboutbooks#wlw romance#wlw post#wlw fiction#gay romance#gay pride#gay
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#saw one of these on reddit and thought i'd do my own ~unlocalized~ version#technically haven't played shuuya's route yet but based on vibes i think i'll like him#spade no kuni no alice#quin silver#nil admirari no tenbin#hisui hoshikawa#shuuen no virche#lucas proust#kamigami no asobi#balder hringhorni#clock zero#shuuya tokita#otomate
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ROWLAND S. HOWARD, Toronto, April Fool's Day, 1988.
Rowland S. Howard was one of a handful of my guitar heroes (a list that includes Andy Gill, Ricky Wilson, Keith Levene and Robert Quine.) This is probably why I made the effort to photograph Howard and his band when they came through town, despite not having an assignment or a venue where the photos would be published. I brought along my studio in a bag and found the same helpfully empty space behind the bar at the Silver Dollar Room, the same place where I'd photographed Lydia Lunch two months earlier. These three shoots I did early in 1988 were crucial and coincidentally connected as Howard worked with Lunch throughout his life (their collaborative "concept album" Honeymoon in Red had been released the year previous), as had Henry Rollins, the next subject in my ad hoc studio at the Silver Dollar, who would also work with Howard.
I found Rowland S. Howard to be polite and friendly, with impeccable manners - very different from the haunted-looking man who would stalk the stage chain-smoking in concert videos I'd seen of The Birthday Party of Crime & the City Solution. He was in town with These Immortal Souls, the band he'd formed with his brother Harry Howard, his girlfiend Genevieve McGuckin and drummer Epic Soundtracks (born Kevin Godfrey), but for some reason McGuckin didn't make the Toronto show, part of a tour supporting their first record, Get Lost (Don't Lie). I spent most of the three rolls of film I ran through my Mamiya C330 trying to get a decent portrait of Howard, but shot the band together on the last half of the third roll, where Epic is wearing a Black Flag t-shirt; These Immortal Souls were the first non-American band on the Flag's label, SST.
Rowland S. Howard smoked all through my shoot with him, which I spent trying to get something that captured his somewhat wasted elegance. My white backdrop, a painter's tarp, had taken on some impressive wrinkles while stuffed in the gym bag it lived in between shoots, and it's taken considerable skill and digital magic to get these shots to look as slick as I had imagined them while doing this shoot nearly forty years ago. In the end I think they capture a few different facets of Howard, who would be in poor health for many years after I met him, afflicted from Hepatitis C that would lead to cirrhosis and liver cancer and ultimately kill him in 2009, at just fifty. Epic Soundtracks would die suddenly in his London home in 1997, after recording several acclaimed solo albums. Autoluminescent, a documentary about Howard, would come out in 2011.
#portrait#portrait photography#photography#black and white#film photography#photographer#musician#some old pictures i took#early work#rowland s. howard#these immortal souls#harry howard#epic soundtracks#punk rock#mamiya c330
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Good lord someone being strong enough to hold you up while they eat you out... goddd. Idk why but this had me thinking of a scenario where you confess that none of your previous partners have ever managed to get you off. And he cannot stand for that grievous offense, obviously
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There's a lot of OP boys who I think are able to lift you up (usually propping you against a wall) and eat you out for plenty long enough.
Ace, Sabo, Kid, Killer, Marco, Shanks, Doflamingo, Kaku, and Bellamy come to mind off the top of my head. Bartolomeo too.
Sanji, Zoro, Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Smoker, Beckman, Heat, Wire, Law, Penguin and Shachi could do it as well, but I feel like you'd have to ask them. They would be for it, they just wouldn't think to do it on their own.
Rayleigh could, but he assures you there are much better ways for him to pull you apart - and considering how he's made you pop off before without even touching you, you're disinclined to argue.
And there's others who would do it if you asked, but they might not be all gungho about it (Koby would be adorable, honestly. So worried about dropping you he struggles to actually focus. He's got you held against the wall for near an hour, but he's just doing these nervous little licks and it's so cute you put up with it xD )
#quin answers#quin muses#reader insert#x reader#anon asks#marco the phoenix#eustass kid#mdni#portgas d ace#revolutionary sabo#sabo one piece#silvers rayleigh#koby one piece#etc etc etc
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Your Grace
I wrote most of this in a haze of divinely inspired lust after @quinloki posted the first few chapters of Dragon's Clause. I let it sit for a little bit and then realized it would make a great gift. So I polished it up and posted it.
Happy Birthday Quin! I made you pornography.
CONTAINS: Sabo x Reader, Reader with breasts and a vagina, power play, titles, rough tit play, fingering, mild bondage, pet names "angel" and "darling"
Sabo is as polite and gentle as ever as he leads you to a wooden chair in the middle of the room. He holds your arm as you bend to arrange your skirts and waits until you’re comfortable before taking out his handkerchief, handing it to you, and then undoing his cravat. He takes one of your small hands in his black gloved one and rests it on the arm of the chair. And then he ties it there with his cravat, tight and immovable. He told you he would do it, and yet it still makes your heart jump.
Sabo takes the hankie from your hand and does the same to the other hand. Smiling, he looks up at you.
“Okay?”
“Ah- fine” you answer.
“No shooting pains?”
You shake your head.
“No? Can you wiggle your fingers for me?”
You oblige and Sabo leans back on his heels after you move each of your fingers, “Perfect!”
Something in his face changes then as he kneels between your legs. He starts to look like the maddened duke of court rumors, shadows limning his face and scar stark and horrifying. You could believe he cares not a whit for anything but his own amusements.
You freeze as his long fingered hands stroke your sides, square palms sweeping over your bosom to arrive at the top of the line of buttons running down your front. He watches you for a moment, long gloved fingers resting in the hollow of your throat. Your heart beats no slower, but you relax your shoulders and breathe again.
Sabo smiles and then turns his focus to his fingers. He undoes the cloth covered button at your throat. You feel his warm breath on the skin of your neck. He doesn't take off his gloves.
Each tiny button is a great effort for him to undo with covered fingers. There is a silver buttonhook on the bureau that he used to button up your bodice this morning. You don’t mention it to him. It would feel wrong. It’s not your prerogative to tear the heavy blanket of silence over the two of you. Sabo never does anything he doesn’t intend to.
Somehow, instead of being silly or awkward, his head bent close to you and his gloved hands patiently struggling to undo your bodice create a hushed anticipation. You're barely breathing as you silently watch him work his way down your chest, each button feeling like a step closer to the sun.
The only sound is your breaths.
Finally, as he watches you from under his lashes, he undoes the last button.
Like unwrapping a delicate piece of crystal he pulls aside your bodice to reveal your heaving chest pushed upwards by your corset and uncovered by the low neck of your shift. You don’t know when you started panting.
You feel much too hot to be so undressed.
Sabo caresses the swell of your cleavage with the smooth leather of his gloves, fanning the heat somewhere in your breastbone.
“Sabo…” You whimper, and he looks up at you, eyebrow arched in reprove.
“Angel…” he says danger in his voice
“Your Grace.” You hastily correct yourself
“Yes?” He answers archly
You stutter, not expecting to get this far.
“Nothing to say? You should think before you speak.”
He pushes the collar of your shift off your shoulders and carefully scoops your breasts out of the cups of your corset.
The sudden cool air of the bedroom on your nipples makes you shudder, and Sabo smiles self satisfiedly at it.
Gently he swipes his leather clad thumbs over your nipples, watching your expression like a predator.
Your lips part gently in the surprise of him finally touching you, but your carefully cultivated control of your face keeps anything else from leaking through. The air is thick and muggy with tension.
Sabo loves a challenge though, and presses his lips to the mounds of your chest leaving soft chaste kisses as his thumbs begin to circle your nipples. Your hands clench at the arms of the chair they are tied to, and your thighs press together under your skirts. The tension is excruciating.
You arch your back trying to press yourself into Sabo’s hands and mouth and he smiles against your skin.
“Do you want something, angel?” He asks
Your breath catches in your throat.
“I- ah.” words stumble in your mouth. “I would like more, please, Your Grace” You manage.
“Very polite.” He says smilingly. “I shouldn’t deny such a sweetly made request, should I?”
You shake your head rapidly. It’s insane, Sabo has barely touched you, just a few caresses of your breasts and you feel like you’re losing your mind to want. You almost suspect sorcery.
Achingly slowly his mouth envelops your nipple, and then he sucks. It sends a frisson of heat zipping through your spine. His mouth is warm and wet and soft and he looks up at you as he does it. Even with your arms tied down it’s his gaze that really makes you feel pinned. He’s watching you like a hunting cat, studying your expression with intimidating intensity as he caresses you. You shut your eyes.
One of his gloved hands moves from your side to cup the neglected breast. He pinches and rolls the nipple gently in his fingers and it pulls a high breathy sound from your throat.
You feel him grin at that and he makes a path of wet open mouthed kisses across your chest to your other nipple.
He repeats this switch several times until your nipples are puffy and your chest wet with saliva. You are squirming in your seat, some hot hollow in your stomach driving you to crave.
“More, please! Sabo, harder!” slips from your lips and everything freezes.
He pulls off your tit with a pop.
“Sabo?” He says.
You rush to correct your mistake, “Your Grace! I’m sorry, Your Grace. Please, Your Grace.”
He pauses, deciding your fate. You feel like the sword of Damocles, suspended by the thinnest thread.
Finally, Sabo returns to your breasts. This time rougher, digging his teeth into your areola and tugging on your nipples, sending rushes of pain and pleasure through you.
You moan, low and long into the air, the punishment more a reward.
Your face flushes from the lewd noise you make and Sabo grins smugly up at you.
“Aw, who knew my darling could moan like a whore just from a little tit touching.” He says meanly.
Your breath catches in a sob.
“I wonder…” He muses airily. “If I could make you come from this alone?”
You wail. You’re already desperate for something to touch your cunt, the idea of him spending ages just slowly playing with your breasts as you lose more and more of your mind until you’re a wailing paragon of unsatisfied lust is absolutely torturous.
“No! No, Sa- Your Grace! I can’t. I can’t! Please…” You beg.
He relents a little at your frenzied begging. That may be a little much for a first time, after all. And you do beg splendidly for someone who’s never done this sort of thing before. He’ll be lenient.
“Alright, alright,” he yields, “Perhaps another time.”
Your breathing slows and Sabo continues to play with your nipples as he watches your face. You’re flushed and sweaty with glazed eyes and parted lips, the very picture of debauchery. It really is incredible he’s managed to elicit this just with a little tit play and tying your hands.
“Now, what do you need, Angel?” He asks
“I need you to touch me, Your Grace!” And before he can smugly say he’s already touching you, you add “Under my skirts! Please, Your Grace, make me cum.”
And really, how can he deny that? Sabo thinks. You even have the beginning of tears in your eyes.
“As you wish.” He says and bends his blond head to your breast as one black gloved hand slips under your skirts.
The feel of the smooth leather makes you moan as he swipes his fingers through your slit. Removing his hand Sabo marvels at the gathered wetness.
“Oh, Wow, angel.” He says awed as he spreads his fingers making the clear slick form dripping strings. “You really did need this.”
You can’t look at him, embarrassed by your desire. And then he pops his gloved and glossy fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean with an appreciative hum.
You squeal and jerk your bound hands in an attempt to cover your face at the humiliation of watching him do that.
He laughs at you and presses a chaste kiss to your jaw. “I’ll save eating you for another time, darling.”
“The rumors are true! You really are a man eating ogre.” You gibe thoughtlessly.
Sabo cackles at that, shoulders shaking as he laughs harder than you’ve ever seen him.
Finally he calms down and returns to press soft kisses against your face.
“I did say I would make you cum, didn’t I?” He says as he pulls away.
You nod eagerly, wiggling in the chair he has you tied to.
“I hate to break my promises.” Sabo says as he presses a wet kiss to your parted lips, his gloved hands returning to your breasts and the apex of your thighs.
He strokes your cunt gently as his fingers tug cruelly at your nipples, his hot mouth pressing biting kisses to your breasts. The flame in the pit of your stomach is roaring.
His fingers circle your clit as he torments your chest, a smooth counterpoint to the frissions of pain he creates. It’s divine and he propels you rapidly along to your finish. You’re dripping onto your petticoats now you’re so wet.
You’re panting and bucking against his hands now, too preoccupied by pleasure to be embarrassed at the soft wet sounds coming from his mouth and your pussy.
“Come on, angel. Can you come for me? I know you can.” You realize he’s cooing at you between kisses. You’re so, so close.
All it takes is one more harsh tug at your breast and you’re coming, cunt fluttering against Sabo’s hand. He gentles you through it, holding you until the spasms stop. He unties your hands, and pulls you on unsteady legs into his arms as he takes your seat.
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𝓟 𝓡 𝓘 𝓥 𝓐 𝓣 𝓔 𝓓 𝓐 𝓝 𝓒 𝓔 𝓡 - CHAPTER TWO
pairing: model! minghao x stripper! reader
word count: 1.5k
general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, hao’s sorta kinda a regular customer, soft dom! minghao, steamy/intense makeout session, super/mullet minghao inspired, partial nudity, vip room sex, slight use of pet names (doll, masterpiece, baby), aaand i think that’s it
playlist songs: adorn - miguel, mushroom chocolate - quin & 6lack, anime girls - melli
notes: thank y’all for the love on pd so far! i’m getting notifs nonstop and that makes me really happy :’) hope you enjoy this week’s chapter!
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you apply the finishing touches to your makeup, admiring how you looked in your silver sequined two-piece set and matching seven inch heels. to your surprise, you could already hear the loud atmosphere from the dressing room - and it wasn’t even 11 o’clock yet.
“it’s gonna be a good night,” you think to yourself, smiling to yourself at the thought of you covered in hundred dollar bills.
before you head out, you scroll through your phone one last time, looking at your social media feeds. double tapping on a friend’s post, you see a notification appear at the top of your screen.
minghao: hey, are you working tonight? i’m back in town for a show, but i need to relax and see you 😩
you bite down on your lip, your eyes rereading the message and your brain taking in every word. minghao is a famous model, somewhere in the world he was always in a show, walking the runway for all of the luxury brands. his handsome looks and his insanely gorgeous figure made him the it-boy every designer and photographer dreamed of.
you first met minghao at the club a few months ago, when he came for a magazine shoot and his friends decided to take him out. the second you laid eyes on each other as you were walking around the main floor, he took you by the hand and soon you were dancing for him in front of everyone. it didn’t take long to convince minghao about getting a room, your body clenching around nothing as you think about how big and hard he was in those jeans when you started to grind on him, thanking the heavens that your outfit made it possible to feel everything.
😈: hao! yeah, i’m gonna be working tonight. pay for a room as soon as you get here and i’ll be waiting 😏
minghao: i’ll try and get there within the hour. see you soon babe ❤️
you quickly toss your phone to the side when you hear your name being called, realizing that you would just have to kill some time before you got your main event.
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as soon as they get through the doors (an hour later like he said), minghao walks in with his entourage, his dress shirt buttons deliciously exposing some of his toned chest, and his black distressed jeans accenting his legs. met with some screams, he greets his crowd as his people make sure he’s given enough space.
the music has switched a bit, and more sultry, intimate tunes fill the building. your hips rotating in rhythm as mushroom chocolate’s chorus comes on, playing with the straps of your top as you flirt with the customer in front of you.
so immersed in your own world, you don’t even realize that minghao has finally spotted you and approaches your space, sitting down a few inches away from your audience. your eyes for a split second reveal your shock and surprise, and minghao can’t help the smirk that crawls on his face.
“did you think i wouldn’t show up? i’m hurt, my pretty little doll. you know i’m a man of my word.” you stop dancing and walk towards him, gingerly sitting his lap, both your legs on opposite sides of his.
“mmm, trust me, i know you are, you know it’s just been a minute since i’ve seen you hao.. you look different,” you trail off, eyes wandering all over his body. did his muscles get bigger or something?
“good different or bad different?” he asks.
but before you can respond, someone clears their throat. the person sitting across from you and minghao stares in disbelief. right… you still had someone to “take care” of. you sigh, kind of wishing that you had gone straight to a room so your time with minghao would’ve been interruption-free.
“give me a sec, hao,” you say crawling off his lap, missing the contact and approaching the other customer. “i’m sorry, but it looks like i have to cut this short,” you say feigning a fake disappointment. “but, if you decide to wait for me, i can guarantee it’ll be worth the wait,” you say taking the cash on the floor, bending over in front of the two, teasing them. obviously you don’t notice, but minghao bites his lip at the sight, hoping that he would get to see that again in the next few minutes.
when you’re done, you take him by the hand and the lead the way up the stairs to the vip rooms. you stop at the first empty one you see, brushing the curtains away as he lets go of your hand to face you.
“you never answered my question, y’know,” he says staring directly into your eyes. you stare back at him a little confused, already forgetting what he had said earlier.
he laughs, “wow, you forgot already? what’s going on doll?”
“nothing,” you say chuckling back at him, “i just, have a lot on my mind now.. and it’s mostly you..”
“oh? care to tell me more?” he says, putting his hand on your waist, bringing you closer to him.
“i guess to answer your question, it’s a good different… you’re always hot, but tonight, hao? you’re fucking irresistible,” you swipe your tongue across your lips, biting down on your skin.
“really now?” he smiles, his lips inches away from yours. but before you can say anything else, his mouth crashes on your soft, pillowy lips, trying to take in as much as he could of you.
you put your arms around his neck, trying to bring him in closer as you match his energy and enthusiasm. minghao’s hands begin to roam your body, especially your breasts. he couldn’t help but admire how temptingly delicious they looked in your bra piece. you moan into his touch at every little trace and brush, craving for more.
“mm, minghao!” you whimper when he get adventurous and delicately touches your crotch, and you clench yet again around nothing. you continue to moan out his name in bliss and neediness, but after a minute, an idea pops in your head.
“m-minghao, you wanna take this to the couch?” you say trying to snap him out of his daze for a second.
without another word, he sweeps you off your feet and carries you to the couch, your mouths still on each others. when he finally feels his legs against the edge of the furniture, he sits down, placing you on his lap.
not wanting to wait any longer, minghao takes off your bra, slowly revealing the top half of your body. he hisses at the sight, nearly groaning out at how the colorful lights in the room added to the glow that covered your body.
“you’re such a masterpiece,” he says as he once again guides his hands toward your body, this time paying extra attention to you chest.
while he was focused on that, you took to the opportunity to unbutton his jeans and pull his zipper down. he realizes where you wanted to go, and helps you get them, as well as his boxers off. once they both pool at his ankles, you smile when you can finally get to what you want after all the foreplay.
as you sink down on him, you both let out a loud moan feeling of being inside each other. “g-god, fuck,” you whisper into his ears clawing down his back, pressing into his chest. even though the music has long been forgotten to you, somehow your hips naturally grind to the rhythm. minghao notices and takes hold of your waist, guiding them in the right places. “god, you feel so good, baby,” he groans.
slowly but surely, you begin to feel a good pressure build in your core, your whimpering getting more frantic. “ahhh shit, shit, minghao, m-minghao,” you begin to move faster wanting to release all over him. and when he hits the right spot in you, you can no longer hold back, and you nearly scream, coming all over the lower half of his body.
you try and catch your breath, not wanting to come down from your high, but remembering you still had a job to do. “fuck, i needa go back downstairs soon,” you say getting up to find your bra top.
“do you have to go back now?” he asks, pulling his boxers and pants back up.
“well, not right this second,” you respond fastening your straps. “did you wanna stay a little longer?” you smile sweetly.
“yeah,” he says leaning back on the couch, returning your sultry gaze. “haven’t seen you dance for me in awhile,” he plams himself over his pants, already getting worked up at the memory.
you walk towards the pole, your arm holding onto the pole. “then minghao, be prepared for a dance you’ll never ever want to forget,” you say hooking your legs to spin on the pole.
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