#toile rouge

[jonathan-pradillon]

Œuvre d’art contemporaine | Éclat argent rouge iridescent

Œuvre réalisée au couteau à la peinture acrylique sur châssis en bois entoilé en coton 100% Couleurs iridescentes Rebords de la toile peints à la peinture acrylique noire Protection / Finition : œuvre vernie à la bombe aérosol brillante

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Format : 60 cm x 60 cm x 1,7 cm

Diagonale : 84,8 cm

Poids approximatif : 0,500 kg

Date de réalisation : 05/2023 Artiste : Jonathan Pradillon

Pièce unique Œuvre signée Certificat d’authenticité fourni Emballage soigné

Prix : 200 Euros.

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[moxxtrack]

Trèfle et chambre rouge by moxx

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Mile High Club - Rafe Cameron One Shot

+18 Minor DNI

Older!Rafe x SugarBaby!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️ <- my first drop 😭

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 warnings: SMUT, Sex on a PJ, lots of pet names, lovey Rafe, takes out his phone and records that sh!t, unprotected p in v, what’s a plot

📖 Rafe takes you on the his Private Jet

✨ You take a little breath as his fingers glide along your clothed slit. Rafe ghost circles on top of the delicate material. “And this fuckin’ pussy, baby.” You feel him smile against your lips as he touches your wetness. “I can’t get enough.” ✨

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Reader’s POV:

“Get over here,” he growls playfully, reaching for you and tugging you over. You giggle delightedly as you climb on, taking a seat on his lap. Rafe’s hands impatiently wrap around your waist. The next moment, his lips are on yours, kissing you deeply, tongues rolling slow.

“I love you, baby.” He hums, kissing you one last time before throwing his head back. “We’re alone. Isn’t it fucking nice?”

“So nice,” you whisper, lips greeting his skin, kissing him softly as you work up to his ear. Rafe’s strong hands skim lower, circling your ass before squeezing it. “So, Rafey…”

“Mmm… Y/N.”

“How private is this jet?”

He lets out an unholy chuckle, seizing your hips, drawing your body flush with his. “Very, very private, Y/N. What do you have in mind?”

You walk over to your weekend bag, grabbing a few things. “Hold onto these?” You walk over to him slowly, resting the cuffs in his hands. “Do you want to use these now or-”

“Is that even a question,” he cuts you off, a sinful smirk licked on his perfect lips as he pulls one side open with ease. His eyes flick to yours, making your heart skip a beat—icy blue, brimming with lust.

Rafe rises from his seat, body clashing with yours, hands working into your hair. His kiss is deep, tongue slipping through your lips again as he uses his grip to draw you even closer.

“I’m so addicted to you, Y/N…” His hand brushes your thigh, toiling higher, disappearing under your dress. You feel yourself start to throb. “Your voice; this fuckin’ body…” he groans.

You take a little breath as his fingers glide along your clothed slit. Rafe ghost circles on top of the delicate material. “And this fuckin’ pussy, baby.” You feel him smile against your lips as he touches your wetness. “I can’t get enough.”

“Fuck,” you whimper against his plush lips. Rafe bites down, giving yours a soft tug.

“Are you gonna let me fuck you anyway I want?” He groans.

“Any way you want – I’m all yours, Rafe.”

“I can’t wait to please you all weekend, Y/N… I want you to feel me next week.”

“Use me.”

He chuckles, darkly. “Hurry up, baby.”

You pluck out a pair of blood-red stockings, rolling them on, red lace trim, clutching your thighs. Eyeing yourself in the mirror, you take one last glimpse at your body, adorned in a mess of rouge lace and straps.

Shit. He’s going to lose his mind. Heels? He’d love that. You step into the black glossy pumps, feeling your excitement bubble over.

Roaming into the cabin, the lights are drawn low again, soft music plays, setting the perfect ambiance. Rafe turns, his gape greeting yours, sprawled back in the chair. “Holy fuck,” he mumbles, eyes rolling back, hastily moving to his feet.

He studies your body as he strolls toward you—nothing on his muscular frame but a pair of white boxer briefs. You study him as well, his hair drawn back, showing off his chiseled jaw. He wets his pouty bottom lip, eyes meeting yours again.

“I love you… Y/N. So fucking much.”

“I love you too, Rafe.”

His rough hands take a grip on your hips, pulling you nearer. He rests his forehead against yours, breathing softly with you. “I have never wanted anything as much as I want you.”

“I feel the same way,” you whisper, warmly.

“I can’t wait to please you, Y/N… With my hands, with my mouth, with my cock. Any way I can, as much as I can.”

“Don’t make me wait.” Rafe’s lips crash into yours, claiming your mouth, hungry and breathless. He nips at your lip again, harder, pulling out a breathy moan, making him echo the same.

He picks you up effortlessly, bringing you into his arms, bodies melding as one. You grind your hips into him, feeling the warmth of his skin against your crotchless panties, your essence transferring to his warm skin. Your kiss gets rougher, demanding more; Rafe matches your passion without hesitation.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he mutters. “I wanna hear you scream my name.”

“Mmm… What if they hear,” you whisper, tongue skimming along his bottom lip.

“Let ‘em.”

Fuck, Rafe.

He sets you down, keeping you close, not wanting to lose contact. “Turn around,” he grunts. You climb onto the chair, cool leather against the heat of your bare skin, hands pressed against the back.

“Did you wear these so I could fuck ’em off, angel?” He snickers as he takes a grip on the spikes of your heels. You bite your lip and nod as your eyes lock with his. “Mmm… That’s my girl.”

He pinches the elastic of his boxers, working them off his body; cock stiff, smacking roughly against his tanned skin. Rafe’s focus shifts, watching his own hands as they work up the back of your calves to your thighs.

Rafe snaps the red lace against your skin, chuckling wickedly. He brushes your hair to the side, kissing you softly on the shoulder, hands working back down again. “Fuck me,” Rafe mutters as he sails two thick fingers along your soaked pussy making you moan. “So damn wet.”

You feel a loss of his touch, Rafe’s eyes are still on you as he steps closer. You look over your shoulder, offering him your wrists, resting them on the small of your back. He gives you a devilish smirk. “Mmm… Good fucking girl.” Rafe locks the metal. “Too tight?”

“Just right.”

“Beautiful.” His fingers trail your spine as he works his way to his knees, pressing a soft kiss against your bound hands.

He snatches your hips, drawing you nearer, adding a sway to your spine, giving him better access. Rafe praises you softly, the warmth of his words, hot against your arousal, sends chills across your body.

His tongue meets your sensitive flesh, gliding gently through your silk. You let out a needy whimper, resting your head against the back of the chair as you concentrate on his touch.

Fuck. He knows what he’s doing.

His tongue swirls around your entrance, teasing you for a moment before pushing deep. An airy cry slips your lips. “Rafe… Fuck, baby. That feels so good,” you groan.

Rafe’s lips lock on your sensitive bud, sucking and flicking his tongue. Your thighs start to quiver—your heart, is racing a little faster.

His hand trails up your legs. Mmm… Those fingers. You feel your body physically aching for them deep inside you, pussy throbbing in anticipation.

His hands pull back. You look about, pathetically; your breath quickly robbed as he plunges his cock into you roughly, body doubling over on the seat, making you cry out. Rafe tightens his grip on your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he drills into you again.

“Y/N… Mmm. So fucking wet,” he moans huskily, increasing his tempo, skin clapping skin as he bottoms you out completely. You feel his hand dive forward, working between your thighs.

“Oh my god,” you squeal as he runs quick circles on top.

Rafe slows his pace, rolling his hips skillfully, the smacking of your thighs is replaced with the sounds of his dick working in and out of your drenched pussy. He grabs the chain, pulling you back, working himself in at a different angle, the curve of his cock kissing your sweet spot.

“Yes, baby. Right there,” you groan.

“Y/N… You look so fucking good; so damn beautiful, baby. Can I take a picture? Please-”

“Take a video.” You look back at him sinfully.

“Fuckkk,” he mumbles as he continues to take you from behind. Rafe reaches over, grabs his phone, turning on the flash.

“I can’t wait to watch this every night we’re apart, Y/N… Look at you, princess. Look at this fuckin’ ass.” Rafe snaps his hips a little harder, making your curves bounce with each roll as he yanks the chain a little more.

You feel your pleasure start to build, your walls closing in around him. “Can you cum for me, baby girl,” he growls.

You answer with his name, releasing from your lips, pussy rippling around his cock. A burst of ecstasy courses through your veins. He doesn’t stop, keeping pace, working you through your orgasm; toes, curling, heels tumbling to the floor. He lets out a devilish chuckle.

“Rafe… Holy fuck,” you pant, drawing a shivering inhale as you feel the aftershocks of your orgasm. Rafe’s hips grind slowly, gliding effortlessly through your release. He lowers his phone, getting a better view. A smirk spreads on his lips as he gets the perfect shot; his long cock, pulling in and out, glistening with your wetness; capturing every noise.

Rafe shuts off the camera, tossing it to the little side table. You take over, grinding and throwing your ass back. “Goddamn,” he rasps, slapping your cheek.

“My turn.”

“Your turn, Y/N?”

“Mmm… Mhmm, baby.”

“Shit… How did I get so lucky?” He soughs as he opens the binds.

You look up at him through your lashes, taking the cuffs hooked on his finger. “Let me take care of you, Rafey.”

“I love you… Have I said that already?” His hands wrap around the back of your neck, pressing your mouth against his. Your mind is hazy, blissed out from your climax.

I can’t wait to make him feel the same.

“Sit,” you demand.

Rafe relaxes into the chair, leg pitched out, blue eyes luring you closer. “Hands behind your head.” He smiles lustfully, complying with your demands. His muscular arms flex as his fingers lock. You walk toward him slowly, climbing onto his lap again, reaching for his wrist.

He’s still eager to please, tongue grazing your nipple, capturing you between his rosy lips, sucking roughly. You grab his other wrist as he works to the other side.

Fuck, this man is heaven.

You stare down at him, bound and in your control. His dick is achingly stiff; cum, gathered on his tip.

Reaching over, you grab his phone, clicking record again, propping it against a champagne bottle. “Y/N… Jesus Christ,” he groans, biting back a moan as you slip to your knees.

Rafe’s lips part in anticipation as you near his cock, quickly licking a line up his shaft, eyes boring into his hooded gaze. You swirl your tongue around his velvety head.

Taking him to the back of your throat, you gag on his length, making his abs flex. The metal clinks as the cuffs tighten. Mmm… You like that? You do it again and again. “Y/N, fuck!” Rafe bellows. You moan onto his cock, hearing his lucid pleasure.

“Mmm… Suck it, baby. Just like that,” he pleads, tossing his head back. You drop your hands, gripping his thighs, feeling his muscles stiffen under your grasp. “You make me feel so good. Fuck me, Y/N. Please.”

You climb onto his lap again, clutching his dick in your fist, aligning yourself with his head, swirling as you meet his stare. “Use. Me,” he grunts. “I don’t wanna stop ’til you cum again,” Rafe whispers the words breathlessly against your lips as you sit down, sinking lower and lower on his cock, feeling the delicious stretch.

A soft whimper leaves your lips—a smile felt against your kiss. He knows you’re close. So fucking close.

Wrapping your hands around the back of his neck, you ride slowly. His addled gaze drinking in every angle, drunk on pleasure, wasted on the feeling. You slam a needy kiss against his mouth, incoherent words falling from your lips onto his.

“I’m almost there,” You gasp as you take hold of the chain between his wrists, tugging at it as you start to bounce.

“Y/N. Mmm… Shit.” His eyes slam shut, mouth falling open, head thrown back against the seat as he floods you with his seed.

“I’m gonna cum, Rafe,” you cry. He raises his hips, lifting you up, ramming into your cunt as your pleasure runs its peak. You hit your precipice, bliss surging through your system yet again.

Your body relaxes around him. Rafe crashes back down onto the seat, eyes lowering, watching as his climax slips from your pussy onto his swollen cock.

“Holy shit,” he huffs, releasing a satisfied breath. You reach for the cuffs, unhooking them listening as they fall to the floor. Rafe wraps his body in yours, sanctuary found in his arms as he holds you tight. You look into his eyes, a wide grin spreads on his lips. “I fuckin’ love you, baby.”

[kentosbabes]

Jjk boys as camboys

Nanami; Office

He’s been stressed for a while, his boss getting onto him for an upcoming deadline and working overtime. The only way he’s been able to relax recently is to fuck his fist on camera. As weird as it sounds, the feeling of being exposed to thousands of people watching him show himself off live turns him on.

His shirt rolled up and his tie dangling from his plush lips, a grunt caught in his throat. His checks, a pretty rouge and his eyes rolled back. “F-fuck, I needed this,” a guttural moan escaped. His head fell back as he let out a shaky breath as he arched forward so his hard cock was even closer to the camera. He made sure to look at the camera while his breathing became faster, his movements became erratic and his toes curled as the pleasure was building inside him, ready to overflow at any minute.

Gojo; Toys

Gojo was a cam boy for fun, he had the money but there was something about plaything with himself on camera that excited him. Never showing his face, he loved to listen to the requests of his audience. Not shying away at all at the more erotic ones. He ran a hand up his stomach and chest, all the way up his neck and then back down to play with his nipple.

“Play with your vibrator?” He smirked, an assured and arrogant grin took its place, “of course I can can do that for you.” He loves to dirty talk while fulfilling his promises. “I’d let you hold this against my balls, if you were here, right until I’m crying for you to stop.” He writhed against the mattress, moving it down the length of his cock.

Gojo’s head lolled to the side and he let out a high-pitched, needy whine as he spurted strings of white all over himself, glistening in the light. His hand doesn’t stop fisting his cock until he finally is able to look up through his eyebrows to the camera and ask, “Please, please can- can I? Ah.”

Geto; Charmingly clumsy

Geto was the boy next door, he was just a regular guy who you saw at the movies or at school. He even had a regular job as a waiter. But he moonlighted as a cam worker, he loves the feeling of being watched. Sure it pays well and as a collage student thats needed but he genuinely loves his work.

“Do you want to see my cock?” Geto hooked his thumbs on his Calvin Kline boxer briefs which hid his cock from the viewers. Geto nodded as he pushed the fabric so his cock popped out and his balls fell free. He let out a small moan when he wrapped a hand around his shaft and started pumping it, his other hand going to support him as he leaned back. His thighs flex and his legs jerk upwards like he’s trying to stave off his orgasm.

“Can I, pl-please I just, fuck. I wanna just, ah. Can I cum guys?” The dinging sounds of notifications from his viewers overwhelmingly saying yes. Whining a thank you, rocking back and forth. He could feel his climax coming, the familiar toiling in his lower tummy threatening to snap.

Toji; Dirty talking joi

Toji is well known on the app for his voice, more specifically his words. He has an ability to find the dirtiest words and phrases to make the already erotic scene playing out even more erotic.

“Fuck, I had a long day and now I just wanna fuck my fist hard. Any requests?” His abrupt voice and manner make him that much more sexy to his viewers. “A Joi? Sure.” He hooked a finger around his boxers, “I’m going to start with taking my underwear off, now you can start. Being such good little girls and boys.” Curling his hand around his shaft and loosely playing with it by circling with his finger, “Now I want you to start following me and my instructions ok? I’ll reward you with the ability to cum if you do this right.”

Nodding to himself, “if you’re a woman watching this I want you to rub up and down and in a figure of eight motion. If you’re a man watching this,” he drawled, voice deep and gentle, “then just follow me.” He made sure to look at the camera while his breathing became faster, his movements became erratic and his toes curled as the pleasure was building inside him, ready to overflow at any minute. “Fuck, m’gonna cum, cum with me darlin’, ah.”

[chic-a-gigot]

L'Art et la mode, no. 38, vol. 15, 22 septembre 1894, Paris. Toilettes d'automne. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Jaquette formant collet en faille vert lézard; la jaquette et le dessus du collet sont garnis de fine soutache noir et or. Au cou, coques de ruban vert lézard.

Jacket forming a collar in lizard green faille; the jacket and the top of the collar are trimmed with fine black and gold soutache. At the neck, lizard green ribbon shells.

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Costume en drap de soie scarabée. Jupe unie. Corsage avec basques formant deux pointes croisées devant et fermé par deux boutons de métal; revers de moire sans gêne terminés par un énorme nœud sous le menton.

Suit in scarab silk cloth. Plain skirt. Bodice with basques forming two crossed points in front and closed by two metal buttons; lapels of sans gêne moire ending in an enormous bow under the chin.

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Collet en gros drap livrée orné de piqûres; le capuchon doublé de soie livrée vient former deux pointes par devant.

Collar in heavy livery cloth decorated with stitching; the hood lined with livery silk forms two points in front.

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Robe en soie pervenche; les manches et le devant de la jupe sont en grosse faille noire à côtes. Partant des épaules et retombant sur les manches, une draperie de soie pervenche garnie de zibeline. Une draperie semblable forme coquillé sur les hanches. Ceinture formée d’un ruban de satin pervenche. Corsage cuirasse très ajusté en soie pervenche, recouvert d’une broderie de jais.

Dress in periwinkle silk; the sleeves and front of the skirt are in large black faille with ribbing. Starting from the shoulders and falling over the sleeves, a drapery of periwinkle silk trimmed with sable. A similar drapery forms a shell on the hips. Belt formed of a periwinkle satin ribbon. Very fitted cuirass bodice in periwinkle silk, covered with jet embroidery.

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Robe princesse formée de gros plis en velours saphir. Manches en drap de soie gris argent avec draperies partant de dessous les plis du corsage et venant se rattacher sur les manches par un chou de velours saphir. Ceinture en ruban de satin gris argent nouée derrière.

Princess dress formed of large pleats in sapphire velvet. Sleeves in silver-gray silk cloth with draperies starting from below the pleats of the bodice and being attached to the sleeves by a chou of sapphire velvet. Belt in silver-gray satin ribbon tied at the back.

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Costume en lainage beige chine rouge, garni de larges revers de soie beige; la jupe unie est rattachée au corsage et toute la robe se ferme devant pli un rang de boutons de cuir.

Suit in red China beige wool, trimmed with wide beige silk lapels; the plain skirt is attached to the bodice and the entire dress closes at the front with a row of leather buttons.

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Costume tailleur en drap nickel. Jupe ornée de piqûres dans le bas. Corsage très ajusté, fermé sur le côté et garni de deux rangs de boutons de nacre grise. Col et manchettes de toile.

Tailored suit in nickel cloth. Skirt decorated with stitching at the bottom. Very fitted bodice, closed on the side and trimmed with two rows of gray mother-of-pearl buttons. Collar and cuffs in canvas.

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Robe en lainage tabac; la jupe fendue dans le bas laisse voir une seconde jupe en lainage bis, garnie de galon noir mat. Au col et sur la jupe, choux de velours vert foncé.

Dress in tobacco wool; the skirt slit at the bottom reveals a second skirt in two-tone wool, trimmed with matte black braid. At the collar and on the skirt, dark green velvet choux.

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Spencer en drap parchemin, garni d’un dépassant d’astrakan surmonté d'une broderie soutachée noire.

Spencer in parchment cloth, trimmed with an astrakhan overhang topped with black soutache embroidery.

[cthulhusstepmom]

"Gid we need to talk."

Well fuck.

It's far too early for a Kremy talk.

"You already spell the door shut?"

"You know I did."

With a long-suffering grumble Gideon settles further into the chair, body sore and muscles relaxed in that perfect, intoxicating, pleasure-drenched way that inevitably chases a night of questionable decisions. The mug of strong black coffee on the table in front of him steams, almost too hot even for him.

He can feel a pair of piercing yellow eyes trailing over his neck and shoulders, can feel the quiet disapproval like a stinging rash.

"She got you good hmm?"

"If she didn't her friend certainly did." Gideon chuckles, suppresses the urge to adjust the undershirt he'd slipped on as Brittany and... Courtney? Christie? (Something with a C he's about 60% sure) Had taken their leave late last night(probably early this morning but fuck if he's gonna be worried about the time). Every rouged bite and bruise flames under the fabric in a way that feels far too much like shame.

The barely there feeling of cool fingertips on his shoulder burns like a cold brand, superseding any temporary claim laid underneath in an instant.

"Any coffee left in the pot?" It's not a question, not really; even if Gideon is loathe to move away from that grounding touch he knows this is his part in the song and dance(and dancing always had been more his thing). Falling into the practiced motion he heaves himself up onto his feet to retrieve Kremy's cup from the small cupboard in the wagon, hands whipping together (the equivalent of) an americano with a splash of cream and no sugar.

In the time it takes for the cup to come together Kremy has removed his suit jacket, folded it carefully and set it on top of the rumpled covers of Gideon's cot, before placing his hat atop it and settling into the chair facing the door. Gid gingerly sets the cup on its saucer before placing it in front of Kremy and falling back into his own chair with a grunt. The other man makes a pleased sound as he takes a sip and a pleasant flame of emotion licks at the back of Gideon's brain.

"New technique?" A pair of clever yellow eyes peer over the rim of the cup.

"Working out a few bugs."

"Mmm."

Silence falls in the cozy interior and Gideon can almost pretend those lovely aches and marks didn't come from Brianna or Carrie at all, can indulge in the effortless, lasting clarity he only finds in moments like these.

"What's that bring the total to this week?"

"What total?" Playing dumb with Kremy is playing a loser's hand and he knows it. All he gets for his trouble is the unimpressed arch of a single brow. "Well I guess it depends if you're asking about encounters or headcount." He tries with a lascivious chuckle.

"Every night this week Gid! Every single night you've been tied up with some hussy or another and every day you've been waiting to do it again! You almost set the big top on fire yesterday you were so goddamn distracted!" Heat floods the tips of his ears at the memory. "I want an explanation Gid and I want one now. What the hell is going on with you?"

Now would be the time to say it, to come clean. To just tell Kremy, his boss, his friend, about the click clacking of train wheels over tracks that haunts his brain. How sometimes he can't hear his own thoughts under the bellowing whistle of a long gone steam engine. How his skin doesn't feel like it belongs to him, his body a machine for someone else's use. How good it fucking feels to find parts of himself in the core of somebody else, working for his own pleasure and dragging them along with him right up to the brink. How those primal sounds of skin on skin solidify that he's not just another cog in an infernal machine, forever toiling until he's sucked dry and spit out. How even then it's not always enough, that it's these quiet moments, devising more and more intricate ways to get the perfect cup of coffee that he doesn't even enjoy, sitting at his little table so close their legs have to touch, riding at the head of the caravan directing the horses while Kremy ticks boxes and traces routes on maps at his side, these small quiet moments that quiet his brain more than a month of one night stands and empty touches ever could.

"You know I'm fine with your proclivities, Gods knows you've earned it." A small part of his brain purrs. "But something's obviously bothering you and that's not something I can stand." And just like that he's pierced on a golden stake, feeling those eyes slice him into delicate layers and pick through them at their own leisure.

But Kremy doesn't rush him, never has, just sits serenely and allows him to fiddle with his words, fine tuning his meaning to the best of his abilities.

Now would be the time to say it.

"Remember when you offered me my own wagon?"

A look of mild surprise crosses a reptilian face. "Vaguely."

Gideon nods, letting the word hang on the air, intermingling with the smell of over engineered coffee.

Finally:

" Would you be open to rooming together again?"

The frown that crosses Kremy's features pierces between all the whirring mechanical bits of himself and straight into the fragile meat of his beating heart.

"Well Gid it's good of you to offer but you know I don't swing that way. You're more than welcome to keep the ladies to yourself, can have my share too while you're at it."

It takes a minute to grasp what Kremy's insinuating.

"No man! Not like that, I wouldn't do that to you, not rooming together at least. I'd just invite you here..."He pauses, grasping for the right words. "When it gets quiet... when I'm alone... it can be too... loud... in my head, s' fucked up, down, and sideways..." He trails off, looking up and searching Kremy's gaze for answers, he always has the answers.

His friend nods in understanding.

"Think I can arrange that, we'll need to rearrange the furniture and we can always use another Chow wagon." he begins muttering, turning things over in his head, organizing his thoughts like a hand of cards.

"You know I'm not too picky, I can sleep on the floor."

Kremy waves a hand absent mindedly. "There's plenty of room for two in the bed-" cutting himself off with a painful choking sound, Gideon can see a thread of panic strumming through Kremy's posture. "Of course that's a hell of a presumption, huddling for warmth is a whole different thing I shouldn't have said any-"

"So long as I get a little desk space to tinker and warm breakfast I'm satisfied." Gid shrugs. He misses sharing sleeping arrangements with Kremy, the wagons were a nice upgrade, more spacious and stable than tents and bedrolls, but they also took the few times he was able to hold close the smaller form of his partner. The privilege of feeling the cold-stiffness bleed out of his limbs and turn into languid sleep. Like cuddling the cold side of a pillow all night, a pillow that will occasionally rumble like a thunderstorm and vibrate his whole chest.

"I won't have any of your Jezebels in my bed, you want to let off that steam, fine, but not in our wagon."

Our.

"Seems reasonable enough." He smirks.

"You have yourself a deal Gid."

[applesontheground]

the only thing inside of you that you cannot control🧩

KINKTOBER 2024 | DAY TWENTY SEVEN - HATEFUCK & LAPDANCE

this one was also an idea i got pretty early on, and i am very excited to get gay as hell one more time for mandy during this month.

NSFW | Word Count: 1,700 | Amanda Young x Female Apprentice!Reader contains toxic themes, BDSM, grinding, slapping, scratching, hickeys, marking, spitting, the girls are fightinggg 🎼: x, x, x (frothing at the mouth to find the perfect opportunity to use this song to its full inspirational potential hnnngH-)

She had called you jailbait last night.

It had been sudden, discussing the plan you were on tonight with her while toiling in the usual dank corner of the city with the rest of the rats in the pack. It had just been you, John, Amanda, and Hoffman – which was a full house compared to the usual spacing out of when everyone would come in to play their part.

Amanda was quick to step in when John made it clear he wasn’t well enough to take the next player in the game down, and Hoffman hadn’t been keen to jump on the prospect of finding the man at a local nightclub, either. She recruited you before you even had time to think on it, and she began telling you exactly what you were going to be doing, and comfortable to admit why you in specific were coming in the first place.

“Are you listening?” She asked when you feigned eye contact, making you snap back to attention. “I'm not being jailbait, so that’s where you’re going to come in. Look nice,” She nodded, “This guy is smart enough to evade cops, and other things, but judging by his track record, he won’t avoid a pretty face.”

She gestured at you one more time, making you dig your tongue into your cheek, nodding with a simmering furrow of your brow. John hadn’t responded, and Hoffman had to hide the smirk for the rest of the time he was in the room with you.

Still, you had a job to do. It couldn’t be personal, right?

That was something you knew you had over her, something that would keep your head screwed on correctly despite the jabs, and her weird attitude towards you as a whole.

A black long-sleeved dress hung in the doorway to your closet, swaying in the slight brush of air from you walking through to pull the rest of the outfit together: a pair of black high heels with ankle straps and dark pantyhose. The dress itself barely went to your mid-thigh, and while you weren’t keen to wear it because of that, you were going to follow Amanda’s guidance and leave nothing to the imagination. Dark eyeshadow, a sharp wing pointing straight out rather than up, and rouge-colored lipstick sealed your appearance.

Power came with feeling decent about this look as you scowled at yourself in the mirror. You did it not to go to work, to do something utterly unhinged after you got this target alone…but to show that you could live with being bait.

You could even show her what that really looks like on you if that’s truly where you fell in her plans.

The lights were low enough, and the music was loud enough for you to stay covert and slide in between a sea of taller people. Even better, you saw her before she saw you, waiting for you to arrive to put the night into motion.

You kept your eyes off of her as you scanned the room. Smiling at someone – and a compliment making you laugh out of a formality to play the part as someone unsuspecting – was what got her looking at you. While you felt her eyes, you pretended to be oblivious, once again looking over at the rest of the venue.

It was when you saw your guy you let your smile fall, watching him stand close to the wall and looking at something on his phone, another girl hovering over his shoulder. You tilted your head, considering whether you should get a drink before approaching or not.

“[Y/N]?” Amanda called, but you ignored her once more, instead turning to the bartender with another smile. You tipped generously, and hearing her grit her teeth, “Get over here. [Y/N]!” only made you look back at your guy. He was alone now, and you figured this was the time for you to cast your line.

Taking a final sip of your drink, willing down the taste with a twisting expression, you finally made eye contact with her. Now that you could spot her again openly, there was a confused expression on her face as she was fumbling to keep her cool.

She looked shocked, and you figured she might be surprised you could clean up. She could herself, a nice black skirt and white blouse making you wonder why she had gone out of the way herself. Feeling another spark of warmth, bravery gripping you by your throat but also pushing you forward, you winked at her before pushing off the bar and finally making your way towards the man.

“Hey, were you at the Stolen Pony last week? I didn't get a chance to say hi.” You chimed, making the man look up. He closed his phone, and replied, “Yeah, I was. How about you?”

Amanda was right, he didn't want to ignore you.

You stepped out the back door of the bar, pulling the long snout of the mask off as Amanda was already at the car she had come in. Surprisingly, she had offered to be your ride home, but now was silent as she pushed the final limb into the trunk, watching you throw his phone and wallet on top of him while walking to stand next to her.

“What the hell were you doing in there?” She finally spoke, unable to be quiet anymore when you were in close proximity. Holding the mask behind the car and looking around, you shrugged at her. “I did what you asked me to. I’m being-“ You slammed the trunk before spitting the last word out, “Your bait.”

You turned away again, a hip sliding against her leg as you turned to walk to the passenger side of the car. That didn’t fly, obviously, and she suddenly slammed her body into yours, tripping you up as you slumped against the car window, your arm twisting behind your back as she wrapped her hand around your wrist.

“I’ve had enough of your shit.”

“Me!?” You snapped your head, “I’m just saying your words back to you.” You strained against her hold on you, “Don’t act like I’m-“

“In my idea,” She interrupted, “You weren’t going to listen to me. You were going to look like you normally do, and I was going to have to pick up the slack.” You looked back at her, narrowing your eyes as her warm thighs were pressing into yours, knees driven up slightly as she muttered, “I didn’t want you to listen to me, [Y/N].”

You scoffed at that, forehead against the top of the car now as you grumbled, “Everything we work for? The mantra behind this little job we're on?”

Her grip on your wrists flexed, and you tried to shake out of it as you looked at her again, your own backside rubbing up against her and shimmying slightly. “You tell me the fucking rules, Amanda, and I’m going to follow them.”

She finally let go, but when you turned around, she had her hips against you again, “Oh, look at Miss Goody-goody.” She gawked, and you sneered, "Says the cunt who follows John's every waking move."

Rigid, she threw you back against the car again. "Get in."

You grinned, immediately opening the door and sliding inside, being sure to spread your legs in a slightly exaggerated way when doing so.

The slam of the door the second you were in only made you bust out in laughter.

"Had enough?"

You gasped for air, shaking your head despite your makeup ruined, head tilting to the side in case she kissed you again. "Do it again," You pleaded.

A hard slap to your face made your head press against the concrete wall, back in the same room this all had started in. She had hauled you in like a sack of potatoes after dealing with your guy, still sedated and propped in another room for Lawrence to handle in the early hours of the next day.

She told you not to move, and you had merely sat on the same desk you had been leaning against the day before, glaring daggers into her as she spoke down to you. You hadn't looked behind you, two steel loops over the desk now being utilized as she bound your wrists, hoisting them above your head before tearing your dress off.

Apparently, the guy you two had bagged hadn't been the only one unable to handle what you were looking like. Red marks -- lipstick and scratches -- covered your bare chest as you listened to her call you every dirty word under the sun between whispers against your skin, a hickey on the inner thigh just to remind you how she felt.

Bitch, motherfucker, doll...

She was regaining some composure through this destruction, and you merely lolled your head and didn't put too much of a fight up against her any more. She drove two fingers into your cunt, making your moan hitch and whine as you looked at her, framed between your legs and setting a brutal pace.

"I should've known you were in this for the long haul, [Y/N]." She then murmured.

"Wh-..." You looked at her, shivering out your lust to focus, and ask in return, "Why the hell d'you say that?"

"Because you've proven to be a better listener, and-" She slapped your inner thigh, nails dragging down as you yelped from behind clenched teeth, shaking as you held eye contact.

"A better learner than I thought you'd be."

Blinking through the prick of oncoming tears, you watched her remove her fingers from you, jaw loosening as she sucked the slick off her digits and stared smugly on.

"Hard not to listen to a pretty face." You then crooned, earning her saliva-covered fingers framing your jaw and shoving your head back as she finally kissed you, moaning into your mouth before a sharp movement. She had puckered her lips against yours, and as you reeled from the fact she just spit, she pulled off you.

"Stop stealing my lines, bait." She muttered, tapping your cheek as you hung your head down.

This name was going to stick, after all.

[arsenicetvieillesenseignes]

Le Royal a projeté sa dernière séance en décembre 2012, fermant ses portes sur des générations de rêveur·euses, d’amoureux·ses timides caché·es aux derniers rangs, d’enfants aux yeux écarquillés, émerveillés par la magie scintillante de l'écran. À l'intérieur, le temps s’est arrêté, gardant intactes ses empreintes originelles : les fauteuils d’un rouge profond, la moquette étreignant les murs, la billetterie qui a accueilli tant de murmures. Aujourd'hui, le Royal s’enveloppe d'un silence lourd, presque solennel, comme s'il retenait dans ses murs craquelés l'écho des derniers applaudissements, le murmure des baisers volés dans l'ombre, et les frissons des premières découvertes cinématographiques. On imagine presque revoir Mademoiselle Clémentine, l'âme de ce lieu, qui, chaque soir, après la fermeture, sortait balayer le trottoir, caressant du regard la façade de son univers de velours et de rêves celluloid. Témoin privilégiée de tous les premiers rôles, elle a été spectatrice émue de récits transcendant le temps et l'espace. Elle a ri, pleuré, frissonné, son cœur battant au rythme du projecteur. Mais jamais elle n'a franchi la limite qui sépare la fiction de la réalité, sauf dans ses pensées les plus secrètes, où elle était la protagoniste d'une histoire sans fin. Une histoire à mille lieux des ombres d'un présent tourmenté, où la toile devient, hélas, le voile sous lequel se dissimulent des actes inexcusables. Des prédateurs, planqués derrière le charme trompeur des caméras, masquent leurs véritables intentions, occasionnant des ravages indélébiles. Cependant, « il faut se méfier des petites filles. Elles touchent le fond de la piscine, se cognent, se blessent, mais rebondissent ! » Le Royal et Clémentine, elleux, partageaient une histoire d'amour platonique, faite de regards échangés entre l'âme de la bâtisse et la gardienne de ses souvenirs. Et même si les portes ne s'ouvrent plus, si le projecteur reste éteint, leur romance perdure, continuant à se manifester dans un ballet de réminiscences qui dansent à travers les fissures du temps.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,037

Gifs NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If either gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2022

*Vampire Lord as in Skyrims Vampire Lords, which are essentially just a more superior species of vampire. But when you take your vampire form, imagine the way Dracula's brides looked like in Van Helsing (2004). 💚 Also I still haven't watched the show. 😅

No one but the King knew of (Y/n)'s secret, as her Lord father had sent her to him many years ago as a gift, claiming he was sending a "one man army" to the King. When the King initially laid eyes on her, he was furious with her Lord father. She was but a woman, a beautiful and gentle looking woman. So to prove her might she revealed her true form to the King, which had both terrified him, and impressed him greatly. From there on (Y/n) was sent far and wide to deal with any threats to the kingdom quietly. Only once ever going into a proper battle at the Kings command, where she was required to hide herself among the men, and restrain from taking her true form. Once there was a rogue dragon that needed to be dealt with quickly and quietly.

Prince Daemon had intended to deal with the rouge beast himself, but (Y/n) had already torn its throat out before he could intervene. The dragon laid in a pool of its cooling blood, dead, by the time Daemon arrived. It mattered not to the King, when his brother informed him about the peculiar state of the dead dragon, as he knew full well what had happened. Years would pass, and no one hardly paid any mind to the young woman, who was most often found by the King's side. Had they paid enough attention over the years, and maybe they would have noticed her lack of aging. The Kings family grew as time passed, and the only person to ever notice the young woman, was little Prince Aemond.

And even that wasn't until he was a young boy, trying to prove his strength to everyone, despite being dragonless. On several occasions (Y/n) found herself in the young Princes company, late at night when he was unable to sleep. The first time he crossed her path it was after a particularly bad nightmare, and he believed only some fresh air and a walk would quell his shaken mind. "Out so late little Prince?" She mused from the shadows, startling the young boy, who spun on his heel only to find himself face to face with a woman he vaguely recognized. She straightened her back, now towering over him, grinning at the sound of his thundering heart.

"W-who are you?" Aemond questioned, silently scolding himself for stuttering. "I am Lady (Y/n) of house Draculia." She bowed respectively, her glimmering eyes looking almost red in the candle light. "What are you doing out here?" He wondered, finding himself relaxing despite her intimidating presence. "I was in desperate need of some fresh air. And you little Prince? It's not safe to wonder the halls alone at night." She mused casting a glance to the darkness, making the hairs stand on end upon Aemonds neck. "Are you not worried dear Lady?" He wondered. "Not at all. It's the darkness that should fear me." She grinned, her words making the young boy chuckle.

"I had a nightmare." He admitted in a soft tone. "I thought a walk would help." He added, now toiling with his fingers. "Well then I shall walk with you little Prince, can't allow any creatures of the night to sweep you away, now can we?" She hummed as she placed her arm around his shoulders. Aemond grinned at her words, shaking his head no in agreement, while he subconsciously leaned into her hold. And for many nights after that, the boy found himself wondering the halls of his home with Lady (Y/n). Taking whatever opportunity that presented itself to speak with her whenever he could throughout the day.

Learning quickly that if he wanted to see her, all he would have to do was find his father. He asked his mother many times about her, but even the Queen found herself unable to answer most of his questions. Who was she exactly? When did she come to the castle? Why was she here? And why was she always with the King? The Queen eventually began asking her husband about the young woman, who in turn only gave short and vague answers. When Aemond obtained his dragon, he had found himself desperate for (Y/n)'s approval and praise. Only to be disheartened by the news that she had been sent away by order of the King.

When he questioned his father he was only told that she had been sent away on a diplomatic mission. A mission that in reality had sent her far beyond the wall in the north, where she would spend the next few years trying to obtain the artifact in question that the King had sent her after. Aemond begged and argued with his father about learning her whereabouts, only to be shot down time and time again. Had be known her location he would have got upon Vhagar and gone to simply check up on her. And as the years ticked by his mind was only ever plagued with her.

The King had assured him begrudgingly that Lady (Y/n) was well and alive. Though his own health was taking a drastic decline as he waited for her return. When she finally returned one cool summer night, she held the chalice of Artmaria in her hands. A chalice said to give those who drank from it the strength of a God. A twisted legend of the truth of the chalice, as all it could really do was alleviate someone of their pain, leaving them feeling numb to everything they touched. She had offered to allow the King a taste of her blood, to grant him eternal life, with the warning that he would remain in his physical state after the transformation.

"I do not want eternal life, I only wanted more time." He had stated, declining her offer and stating that he had come to peace with his impending demise. She had accepted his choice, and vowed to remain loyal to his family for as long as they would have her. The following day Prince Aemond, now a young man, was ecstatic when he found out about her return. Rushing to the throne room where he knew he would find her beside his father as always. His heart leapt into his throat at the sight of her, she hadn't changed a bit, hadn't aged a single day. He quickly came to realize that his infatuation with her ran much deeper than he once thought.

"Little Prince." She greeted him with a fond smile, her hand coming up to hold his face in a delicate touch. "Not so little anymore hm?" She grinned when his cheeks dusted in pink. "Are you well Lady (Y/n)?" He asked, his eye scanning her for any injuries. "I am well." Her thumb brushed the scar on his cheek. "I heard about what happened little Prince." She muttered softly. "Part of me wants to say it was a foolish thing to do... But I find myself unable to do so. How very admirable of you my Prince." He beamed at her praise, leaning into her touch. "You shall have to meet her." He mused, making (Y/n) chuckle softly. "I would love to." She smiled.

The day turned sour when a mercenary had made his way to the throne room, claiming that Lady (Y/n) was a vile unholy creature, one that had killed his sister two winters ago. He was right of course, but the Prince had tried defending her honor. And when the man unsheathed his sword, (Y/n) rushed to place herself between him and the Prince. Moving so quickly that if you had blinked you would have missed any sign of movement from the young women. Aemond had stumbled back a little, eye wide with surprise. "Vile creature." The man hissed, placing the tip of his sword against her sternum.

"Perhaps." She chuckled lowly before pushing forward, impaling herself onto his sword until she was face to face with him, grinning at the horror in his eyes. "But if you wanted to expose me, you should have done so with a crowd to bare witness." She growled into his ear, erupting in laughter as her body chained forms. Her soft skin becoming grey and leathery in look, wings spanning from her back, with sharp and long claws protruding from her fingers. Aemond fell in sheer horror at the sight, unable to tare her eye away when she flew up to the rafters with the man in her hold.

First the man's sword fell at Aemonds feet, then blood rained down, some of which painted Aemonds pale skin. Aemond scrambled to his feet, watching as the man's now very dead body fell to the ground with a loud thud. His eye casting up just in time to watch (Y/n) float back to the ground, her skin becoming normal once more as she changed forms again. "I hope I did not frighten you little Prince." She cooed softly, despite being able to hear his thundering heartbeat. Aemond shook his head in denial, his eye darkening when he looked to the mercenary, remembering what the man had intended to do to his fair Lady.

"So now Aemond knows our little secret." The King mused from the throne, peering down at his youngest son. "You knew?" Aemond questioned. "Of course I knew." The King scoffed, waving them both forward. "She is my greatest champion, and she will remain the Targaryens greatest champion and ally long after my death." He spoke softly, taking each of their hands in his own. "And I believe a union between our houses will prove to produce a formidable line in the family." (Y/n) frowned a little, as the King had never spoke of a union between their houses before.

"I have seen the way you interact, and I know Aemond adores you." Viserys spoke to (Y/n), who smiled softly at his words. "So you shall marry in a fortnight." He concluded with a nod of his head, his decision surprising Aemond, though the young Prince had thought about it many times before. "Her secret shall remain ours, for now." He added as he released their hands, waving them off in dismissal afterwards. The body of the mercenary was dispossessed of shortly after, and the Kingdom was informed about the union between Prince Aemond Targaryen, and Lady (Y/n) Draculia the following day.

In the coming years Aemond sacrificed many men and women to his Lady wife, and not long after his brother became King, he accepted her gift of eternal life. When the next war struck the immortal couple laid waist to all who opposed them and house Targaryen. All who knew their names knew of the legends surrounding them, and none were brave enough to oppose them directly, even within house Targaryen. Dragons were no longer the Targaryens most lethal weapon, and in time they would be referred to as the Blood King and Blood Queen. The couple giving birth to a whole new generation of bloodthirsty monsters, and ensuring the Targaryen bloodline would be unstoppable.

*I intend on writing more with this later, but for now enjoy this little piece. 💚

[chicinsilk]

"Ligne Trapèze"

Yves Saint Laurent for Christian Dior Haute Couture Spring/Summer 1958 Collection. Lucky is wearing "Banco", a short evening dress made of red and black silk toile printed by Abraham, held under the bust by a large bow, nicely flared at the back. A turban of the same silk wraps the hair. Roger Vivier pumps.

Yves Saint Laurent pour Christian Dior Collection Haute Couture Printemps/Été 1958 . Lucky porte "Banco", robe de soirée courte réalisée en faille de soie rouge et noire imprimée d'Abraham, retenue sous la poitrine par un gros nœud, joliment évasée dans le dos. Un turban de la même soie enveloppe les cheveux. Escarpins de Roger Vivier.

Photo Willy Maywald

[jonathan-pradillon]

Peinture contemporaine | Diagonale rouge violette

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Finition / Protection : œuvre vernie à la bombe aérosol brillante

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Format : 38 cm x 46 cm x 1,5 cm

Diagonale : 59,6 cm.

Poids approximatif : 0,400 kg

Date de création : 09/2024

Artiste : Jonathan Pradillon Pièce unique Œuvre signée Certificat d’authenticité fourni Emballage soigné

Prix : 140 Euros.

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[xpuigc-bloc]

François Avril

NY Rouge, 2013

Acrylique sur toile

[jogallice]

0️⃣ La lettre d’infO (la quotidienne annécienne) 🤍

Sélection journalière à destination de 12 réseaux sociaux et de 3 messageries instantanées en provenance directe de la version 3 de mon infolettre 📧

1️⃣ Les Journées (j’adOre) 💛

Aujourd’hui, vendredi 25/10/24, Journée européenne de la justice ⚖️ Journée internationale des artistes (depuis 2004) 🎨 Journée internationale du nanisme (depuis 2013) 👌 Journée mondiale des pâtes (depuis 1995) 🍝 et Journée mondiale du spina bifida et de l'hydrocéphalie (depuis 2011) 🙏

2️⃣ L’actu (point trop n’en faut) 🧡

Annecy : deux personnes qui circulaient à trottinette ont été blessées hier à l'angle de la rue Carnot et du boulevard du lycée dans une collision avec une voiture 🛴

Savoie : le barrage du lac Blanc, situé à plus de 2.400m d'altitude dans le massif des Sybelles, va être détruit. Des fuites ont été constatées ces dernières semaines. Par précaution, des travaux ont été pris en urgence et une partie de la structure va être détruite d'ici fin octobre 🚧

Avant-dernier jour❗️Tout feu, tout femme du 21 au samedi 26/10/24 : ce festival met les femmes à l'honneur. Découvrez le parcours de Femmes et profitez d'animations, d'ateliers, de rencontres, de conférences (Les Carrés, 43 avenue des Carrés) 👩

3️⃣ L’agenda (l’agendalp pour les ancien·nes) 🩷

🧺 Un marché le ven. matin à Annecy ➡️ Marché de la vieille ville 📍 Rue Sainte Claire ⌚️ 7h-13h ℹ️ Au cœur des vieux quartiers, flânez entre les étales du marché le plus typique : les produits du terroir sur le marché alimentaire mais également les produits textiles et manufacturés 🍴

🖼️ Avant-dernière semaine❗️ExpO : Joël Burger ➡️ À travers son art, l’artiste invite le spectateur à plonger dans un univers onirique et poétique, où chaque toile raconte une histoire et suscite une émotion ℹ️ Jusqu’au mer. 30/10/24 🎫 Accès libre 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 8h30-12h & 13h30-17h 📍 Mairie déléguée d'Annecy-le-Vieux (place Gabriel Fauré) 👨‍🎨

🖼️ ExpO de l'association Artistique de Meythet ➡️ Exposition de dessins et de peintures ℹ️ Jusqu’au lun. 11/11/24 🎫 Accès libre 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 8h30-12h & 13h30-17h 📍 Mairie déléguée de Meythet (rue de l'Hôtel de Ville) 🎨

🖼️ ExpO : Portraits de Martine Richard, une artiste pour qui la peinture est une véritable évasion ➡️ Passionnée par la magie de l'aquarelle, elle explore la fusion des couleurs et de l'eau, créant des œuvres où l'émotion guide chaque coup de pinceau ℹ️ Jusqu’au sam. 09/11/24 🎫 Accès libre 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 9h-12h & 14h-19h 📍 Le Mikado Novel (2 place de l'Annapurna) 👩‍🎨

🧒Les secrets du Palais de l'Île ➡️ Visite pour enfant à partir de 8 ans, accompagné d’au moins un adulte (activité en autonomie) ℹ️ Carnet illustré à demander à l’accueil 🎫 4€, 2€ & 0€ (-12 ans) 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 10h-12h & 14h-17h 📍 Palais de l’Île (3 passage de l'Île) 🏛️

☕ Coup de cœur annécien : un lieu d’accueil et d’échange ouvert quatre fois par semaine et géré par des bénévoles  ℹ️ Boissons sans alcool, livres, jeux (après-midi jeux de société) 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 10h-12h & 14h30-16h30 📍 Café du curé (6 quai de l’Évêché, vieille ville) 😍

🖼️ ExpO collective : I say hi, You say low, You say why, I say I don’t know ➡️ Peintures, installations, vidéos et performances ℹ️ Jusqu’au mar. 03/12/24 🎫 Accès libre 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 10h-12h & 14h-17h 📍 Le Mikado Espace d'art contemporain (place des Rhododendrons) 😍

🖼️ ExpO : Rouge ➡️ Le travail de Marcel Savy oscille entre le figuratif et une abstraction guidée, lui permettant d’aller à l’essentiel tout en laissant place au rêve dans ses toiles ℹ️ Jusqu’au sam. 16/11/24 🎫 Accès libre 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 10h-18h45 📍 Artekné (Centre Bonlieu) 👨‍🎨

🧒 Vacances d’automne ou de la Toussaint ➡️ Fabrique ta lanterne d’Halloween ℹ️ À partir de 5 ans 🎫 10€ (adu.) & 6€ (enf.) 🎟️ Sans réservation 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 10h30-12h & 14h-17h (animation et visite) 📍 Château de Montrottier (Lovagny) 🏰

🖼️ ExpO BibliO : Carnets de voyages d'une famille annécienne à la Belle Époque ℹ️ Rédigés entre 1883 et 1912, ornés de photos et dessins, voyage panorama de l'Europe avec Annecy comme pied à terre 🎫 Accès libre 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 12h30-18h 📍 Médiathèque Bonlieu (Centre Bonlieu) 😍

🖼️ Premier jour❗️ExpO : Salon des artistes peintres d'Annecy ➡️ Évènement qui célèbre la créativité et le talent des artistes de notre territoire ℹ️ Jusqu’au ven. 22/11/24 🎫 Entrée libre 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 13h-18h 📍 Forum Exposition Bonlieu (1 rue Jean Jaurès) 🎨

🖼️ Dernier jour❗️ExpO : Aïe ! la note est sucrée ! ➡️ Faire le point sur l'augmentation spectaculaire de notre consommation de sucre depuis un siècle et de ses effets néfastes sur notre santé. Nous pouvons doser ce plaisir qui cause bien des tracas, si simples à prévenir ℹ️ Jusqu’au ven. 25/10/24 🎫 Entrée libre 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 13h30-18h 📍Médiathèque La Prairie (3 rue du Travail) 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

🖼️ Avant-dernier jour❗️ExpO : L'effet Matilda ➡️ Dans le cadre de la FDS, une exposition proposée par le CNRS, le Quai des savoirs et l’association Femmes & Sciences ℹ️ Jusqu’au sam. 26/10/24 🎫 Accès libre 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 13h30-18h 📍 Médiathèque Novel (7 bis rue Louis Armand) 👩‍🔬

🧒 Ateliers scientifiques : menés par les médiateurs du lieu, ils font appel à la manipulation, à la démarche scientifique et à l’apprentissage par la pratique ℹ️ Spécial adolescent·es ⏱️ 1h30 🎫 5€ & 3€ 🎟️ Réservation en ligne 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 14h15 📍 La Turbine sciences (place Chorus) 🥼

🧒 ExpO : Illusions, quand notre cerveau nous joue des tours ➡️ Plus d’une trentaine de dispositifs interactifs ℹ️ L’enfant doit être accompagné d'un adulte (inscrit lui aussi) ⏱️ 2h 🎫 5€, 3€ & 0€ (- de 12 ans) 🎟️ Réservation en ligne 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 14h-16h & 16h-18h 📍 La Turbine sciences (place Chorus) 🧠

🖼️ ExpO : La nuit est encore debout c'est pour ça que je ne dors pas d'Annabelle Guetatra ➡️ Dessins aux fonds vaporeux travaillés au pastel sec ou à l’huile ℹ️ Jusqu’au sam. 23/11/24 🎫 Entrée libre 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 14h-18h 📍 Le Point Commun (12 avenue Auguste Renoir) 👩‍🎨

🖼️ ExpO : Les Temps changent ➡️ Lauréats de la commande nationale d'estampes initiée par le Centre National des Arts Plastiques (CNAP) en partenariat avec l'Association de développement et de recherche sur les artothèques (ADRA) ℹ️ Jusqu’au sam. 30/11/24  🎫 Accès libre 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 14h-18h 📍 Médiathèque Louise Michel (5 rue François Vernex) 🎨

🖼️ ExpO : Imagined Landscapes de Yang Yongliang ➡️ Artiste shanghaïen inspiré par la peinture traditionnelle chinoise le Shanshui ℹ️ Jusqu’au dim. 15/12/24 🎫 Accès libre 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 14h-19h 📍 L’Abbaye (15 bis chemin de l'Abbaye) 👨‍🎨

🖼️ ExpO : Claude Marthe ➡️ Artiste plasticienne ℹ️ Nouvelle exposition depuis le mer. 09/10/24 🎫 Accès libre 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 14h-19h 📍 L'Atelier 9 (9 avenue de la Mandallaz) 👩‍🎨

🛒 Bourse aux skis ➡️ Organisation : Aso NTN et SCA Ski Compétition Annecy ℹ️ Jusqu’au dim. 27/10/24 🎫 Entrée libre 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 16h-23h 📍 Cap Périaz (100 avenue de Périaz) 🎿

🎭 Théâtre : Folies au Manoir ➡️ Un crime a été commis au manoir de Jean-Eude et Marie-Christine… Réussirez-vous à dénicher le coupable ? ℹ️ À partir de 9 ans ⏱️ 1h20 🎫 19€ & 10€ (-18 ans et étudiant·es) 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 20h📍 Salle Pierre Lamy (12 rue de la République) 🕵️

👟 Ligue 2 : le FC Annecy (6e avec 15 pts) reçoit Laval (9e avec 14 pts) ➡️ Allez les Rouges et Blancs ℹ️ Dixième journée (sur 34) 🎫 À partir de 7, 9, 10 et 11€ (en fonction des catégories) 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 20h 📍 Parc des sports (1 rue Baron Pierre de Coubertin) ⚽️

🎭 Théâtre : Réveil de dingue ➡️ Suite à l'accouchement de sa femme, Véro, Jean-Phi s'est évanoui. Enfin, c'est ce qu'il croyait ℹ️ Les réparties claquent et les rires fusent, une comédie hyper dynamique pour le duo de Couple en délire 🎫 18€, 16€ & 12€ (-12 ans) 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 20h30 📍 Théâtre Les Têtes de l'Art (36 avenue de Chambéry) 👶

🎶 Café-concert ➡️ Le groupe New Nobody’s Perfect propose un répertoire festif constitué de compositions et de standards du jazz ⏱️ 1h 🎫 8€ 🎟️ Plancha de saison : 8€ sur réservation (04 56 20 23 04) 📆 Ven. 25/10/24 ⌚️ 21h 📍 Café Terra Natura (67 avenue des Neigeos) 🎸

4️⃣ La météO (pour celles et ceux qui veulent vivre) ❤️

Qualité de l’air à Annecy (indices ATMO) : le vent de sud se renforce et favorise la dispersion des polluants 🌡 La qualité de l’air reste bonne à moyenne dans la région 💨

Dans la cité lacustre et ailleurs, au niveau de vos déplacements, privilégiez vélo, trottinette, marche à pied, etc. et au niveau de vos activités physiques, privilégiez les parcs, les zones piétonnes et les rues peu circulantes pour vos activités de plein air 🌬️

L’indice de risque pollinique à Annecy est nul (niveau 0) ➡️ Ambroisies, armoise, cupressacées, graminées, saule, autre : niveaux 0 ➡️ Indice communal valable du 19 au vendredi 25/10/2024 inclus 🤧

5️⃣ Les dictons (maximes et autres proverbes) 💚

Deux dictons du jour, un acheté, un offert (pour la petite histoire, cette pratique est désormais illégale) : « À la saint Crépin, la pie monte au sapin. » 🌲 et « À la saint Crépin, les mouches voient leur fin. » 🪰

Et tout comme hier, trois autres dictons du jour pour la route : « À la saint Crépin, ramasse les coings. » 🧺 « Bien malin, qui rentre son bois à la saint Crépin. » 🪵 et « Pour la saint Crépin, mort aux mouches. » ☠️

Pour celles et ceux qui attendent décembre : « Beaucoup de pluie en octobre, beaucoup de vent en décembre. », « Brumes d’octobre et pluvieux novembre, font ensemble un bon décembre. », « Octobre ensoleillé, décembre emmitouflé. » et « Octobre ensoleillé, décembre sous le froid. » 🧐

6️⃣ Les fêtes (rigolO est le calendrier) 🩵

Je vous souhaite une très bonne journée annécienne et un excellent automne à Annecy, dans les 33 autres communes du Grand Annecy, en Savoie ou ailleurs 🍂

Bon cinquième jour de la semaine à tous et à toutes 🎷

Bonne fête aux Crépin et demain aux Dimitri 😘

7️⃣ Cohérence (histoire de simplifier) 💜

J’utilise les chiffres 0, 7, 8, 9 et 10 pour rendre plus lisibles les différentes parties de cette sélection (simple utilisation n’ayant absolument aucun rapport avec les parties “officielles”).

JamesO InfO V1 : jusqu’en 2012 🅰️

8️⃣ Migrations en cours (à marche forcée) 🤎

Les parties 7, 8 et 9 ne peuvent pas encore être diffusées totalement pour des raisons techniques. J’y travaille actuellement de manière régulière.

JamesO InfO V2 : de 2013 à 2022 🅱️

9️⃣ Abonnez-vous (nouveaux tarifs en 2025) 🩶

Les parties 10, 11 et 12 sont exclusivement réservées à mes abonné·es et ne sont plus diffusées sur les réseaux sociaux et autres messageries instantanées. 

JamesO InfO V3 : depuis 2023 🆎

🔟 L’ours (nette préférence pour le dahu) 🖤

Par JamesO (Presse & Édition)

Agenda - Calendrier - Évènements

JamesO InfO n° 1.168 du vendredi 25/10/24

📷 JamesO PhotO à Annecy le 24/10/24 📸

JamesO © AlPy News ® StudiO 147 ℗ 2SC ™

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La Mode nationale, no. 26, 27 juin 1903, Paris. Robes pour fillettes de 10 à 12 ans. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1.) — Robe élégante pour fillette de 12 à 13 ans, en voile bleu pastel. La jupe s'orne sur trois rangs de volants pèlerine découpés en créneaux. Le corsage à repincés blouse au-dessous d'un empiècement découpé comme les volants de la jupe. À la manche, la même disposition présente un arrangement ingénieux. Des plis se développent librement pour fournir une large pagode sur un bouffant également à repincés. Ceinture drapée en soie molle.

(1.) — Elegant dress for girls aged 12 to 13, in pastel blue voile. The skirt is decorated with three rows of pelerine ruffles cut into crenellations. The bodice has a blouse re-pinched below a cut-out yoke like the skirt's ruffles. On the sleeve, the same layout presents an ingenious arrangement. Pleats develop freely to provide a wide pagoda over an equally pin-pinched bouffant. Soft silk draped belt.

Matériaux: 3m,50 de voile.

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(2.) — Robe pour fillette de 11 à 12 ans, en lainage quadrillé rouge deux tons. Sur la jupe à godets des galons brodés noir sur blanc simulent un empiècement arrondi; des ganses fines ou des plis fins dessinent des crosses. Le corsage est plissé sous un col découpé dont un galon entoure l'encolure; guimpe en linon. Manche garnie comme la jupe avec le poignet réservé dans la coupe. Ceinture semblable aux galons.

(2.) — Dress for girls aged 11 to 12, in two-tone red checkered wool. On the godet skirt, black-on-white embroidered braids simulate a rounded yoke; fine braids or fine folds outline crooks. The bodice is pleated under a cut collar with braid surrounding the neckline; lawn wimple. Sleeve trimmed like the skirt with the cuff reserved in the cut. Belt similar to braids.

Matériaux: 3 mètres de lainage 1m,20.

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(3.) — Robe pour fillette de 10 à 12 ans, en toile bise. Jupe à plis ronds repincés de plis lingerie en cerceaux. Boléro plissé comme la jupe sur une haute ceinture écossaise nouée devant en longs pans. Empiècement d'irlande couvrant le haut de la manche que soulignent des plis cerceaux. La manche plisse dans un poignet d'irlande.

(3.) — Dress for girls aged 10 to 12, in beige canvas. Skirt with round pleats re-pinched with hoop lingerie pleats. Pleated bolero like the skirt on a high tartan belt tied in front in long sections. Irish yoke covering the top of the sleeve highlighted by hoop pleats. The sleeve pleats into an Irish cuff.

Matériaux: 3 mètres de toile.

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khmer rouge beats to drudge/toil to 24/7 stream RADIO

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Fulgrim AU

It was a glorious dawn on Chemos, the last day of servitude as its industry advanced, its people free from labour and able to pursuit their own desires. The Coronation celebrated the one who changed the planet's fate, Fulgrim, he had stopped the never-ending toil the populace endured for the resources of off-world traders that they needed to survive.

Fulgrim awoke in his palace, it was a renovated factory with its machines removed. The first art of Chemos covered the palace, far from the drab greys the planet had only ever known, the walls were coloured in violets, scarlets and rouges. Paintings hanged on the walls, drawn on the back of supply mainfestos.

Gifts were left by his door, some priceless such as an ornate sword left by an old crone, others more sentimental like a child's doll that had one of its eyes torn off and had stitches over its body.

"These are the gratitudes of my people" Fulgrim mused.

As he walked the halls a man was waiting for him, he was dressed in fine clothing the likes of which the planet had never seen, decorated in shiny gems, all this marked him as one of the off-world traders that the planet once depended on.

"Congratulations" the man spoke "you've made a fine change here, this opulence suits you. If you wanted more you could strike a deal with me. Your people must be grateful to you for all the help you've given them, but they aren't capable of having so much freedom all to themselves, i mean look at this rubbish".

He gestures towards the paintings and the gifts. "This is the work of people who wouldn't know the meaning of beauty, they are labourers they need labour. I could show you exotic pieces from other worlds, and all you would have to do is let me take a few of these people to one of the distant moons to do what they do best, work".

He picks up the doll.

"I mean this is just plain shit", as he tosses it toward a wall.

Quicker than the man eyes could see, Fulgrim had rushed between the doll and the wall, catching it.

"This is mine" exclaimed Fulgrim "these people are mine, their achievements are mine, their future is mine and i will not let them suffer from parasites such as yourself who would let them work themselves to death for your gain and stifle their own desires".

"Your pride will be your downfall", the man stormed off.

Later that night

Fulgrim stood on the balacony addressing a crowd of hundreds of thousands.

"This is the future you have all been tirelessly working for and you will share in its wealth," before the speech could continue the sky was alight with flame as fire fell upon the palace grounds.

The people screamed and trampled over each other to get away, the palace was in blazes and many couldn't escape. Fulgrim looked up at the source and saw in the planet's thermosphere a trading vessel.

The palace collapsed with Fulgrim trapped, the fire consuming all within. The paintings destroyed, the doll burned and the ornate sword... glowed. Its light grew as the last death yell of the people trapped within.

Fugrim reached for the sword and feeling its energy unleashed it.

The ship above was ripped from realty as a warp hole appeared and its crew ripped apart by the souls of the dead.

In the dawn Fulgrim rose from his ashes.