#trader world

[buffmrtumnus]

"Rogue Trader has so many difficult choices, everything is so morally grey" Wrong, the correct answer is always whatever my buddy Pasqual wants to do because he is my best friend and I love him.

[countlessofvoids]

Hiccup was a runt, the most awkward, frailest guy around. He was created with the intent of being someone who's different from everyone else; both in his design and story. Someone who's weak around people who value strenght, someone who befriends dragons while others want to kill them. Hiccup makes up for his physical weakness with compassion and trying to bring peace to both sides.

Which is why in his every iteration after the first movie (+ ROB); Hiccup is a 6'1, modern beauty standart who can easily beat everyone in combat no matter how more build or/and experienced they are, unless the writers decide they need to higher the stakes, or they have other characters fight the enemy for him.

[ask-the-pioneer]

Here a little pearl necklace for pioneer :D hope he likes it hehe , I was wondering Dose he know sign language ?

"Oh? You want me to have this...?"

She tumbles the necklace in her hands, admiring it.

"This is... amazing... the colors, the luster, even the size. No irregularities, no scratches. If you look close enough, you can see the very fine ridges of data burned into the outer layers of those pearls. It's like they have just been extracted from a memory conflux. They're in perfect condition!"

For a moment, Marbles loses herself completely in the awe, wondering what treasures of knowledge could be hidden in those beautiful pearls... so much so that she starts to drool.

She quickly snaps out of it, and signs a polite "thank you" towards the kind stranger.

[shaded-citadel]

Doodling something until the watcher dlc comes out | 5/50

Got bored so I made Moon&Sliver into scavs

[hecallsmegirlieee]

it’s still early in this world, do you hear me ?

m.list ◦ askbox

synopsis: in which timothée wants you to stay

*18+, minors DNI, sexual themes & references, romantic dynamic, established relationship, consent

Orion’s gold sword scattered and spilt aloft dust from your dreams as your senses became conscious of the present.

The slow, steady beats of his heart echoed through your ears, spreading an incomparable sense of warmth and safety to your unsettled mind. You buried your head deep in the crook of his neck, refusing to face the blinding morning sun rays, and sank into the person who consumed your dreams and reality.

White auroral lights swam between tangled bodies, caressing any uncovered parts. You had to flutter at the feeling of your eyes drinking the day. Your cheek nuzzled closer, asking for refuge until your lips slowly found his soft skin.

Timothée was still lost between dreams, his eyes sealed, too tightly to let the light in, and his lips parted, breathing in the day. Sprawled out on his back, he had one arm around you, fingers resting on your shoulder, holding you throughout his sleep, afraid you’d dissolve into the night.

As you watched him sleeping, with his head tilted to your side and his chest rising and falling to the sound of his breathing, you wanted nothing more than to lick the sleep off his eyes. But he looked so serene, so peaceful and unbothered, you couldn’t help but keep staring at him like he was the most beautiful landscape.

The colours of the sun reflected on his face - and you wondered whether or not he could feel the light piercing his skin. A smile curled up on your mouth and you brushed a kiss on his neck before detaching from his body. Balanced on your elbow, with head resting on your shoulder, you observed him as time went by, drinking in every little detail.

You brought your fingers to his forehead, fiddling with a stubborn curl that concealed his eyes. Slowly, your gaze slid lower and you let your finger run gently to the small bump of his nose, tracing all the way down to his Cupid’s bow, and then lined the soft curves of his mouth.

Timothée grinned and his lips tried to catch your finger.

« You’re always doing that, » he rumbled from the deepest parts of his throat, bringing you a small smile.

« Because I know that’s what wakes you up, » you whispered and he peeked his eyes open.

« And you wanted to wake me up ? Cruel. » A wolfish grin appeared on your face as Timothée tilted his head and pressed a kiss on your mouth, the first of the day. « Good morning… », he murmured, voice still groggy and sleep-filled.

« Mornin’… » He turned around on his stomach and hugged you, burring his face close. « Slept well ? »

« Mmm... Better. »

« Better ? »

« Yeah... Because you’re here. » You laughed, truly happy chortle as he covered his smile on your pillow.

Hypnotized by the warmth, you stayed there for a while, feeling the sun gliding and soaking in your skin. Timothée simply gazed at you in silence.

With his breath against your skin, you fell into the heavy air your bodies erected. You held his shoulder tight and rubbed the smooth, glistering skin, fingers tracing the curves of his muscles and the slope of his nape.

« Timmy, » you said softly and tried to catch his cheek with your lips. As if knowing what you were about to say, he snuggled closer, bringing one leg between yours to keep you there. « Tim, I should get going. »

« I think you should stay, » he mumbled, his mouth falling on your neck, leaving wet traces on everything it touched. He idly cupped your cheek and turned your head in his direction to kiss you.

« I can’t. »

« You could… »

« I can’t. »

Timothée looked at you for a moment and then hovered over you, trapping you between his arms. He stared at you under a pair of furrowed brows.

« No ? » You shook your head as Tim pressed his lips on yours. « Come on, stay… »

Your hands sank into his hair and he leaned into your touch, letting his eyes seal in delight when you pulled back curls that were still tangled with the night. You smiled, pressing soft kisses on the edge of his mouth and Timothée bent his head for you, allowing your lips to explore his chin, his jaw, his neck. 

« I really can’t... », you whispered. He lowered his head to catch your lips.

« Come on, it’s nice... And snug... And you look pretty in the morning... », he mumbled as mouths merged and blended into one. « Just stay. »

Your fingers held him back for a moment. Maybe it was the way the sun lit his face at that partucular moment causing his eyes to squint, or his skin that felt so warm against yours and softer than usual, but suddenly he was very convincing.

A smile stretched on your face at his attempts to catch your lips and he chuckled, his breath coming out heavy, once you let him reach your mouth.

Still having you in a mock wrestling position, Timothée leaned down and bit the side of your lips, slowly following the tilt of your neck and your collarbones. His mouth dropped lower and lower on your sternum giving it soft-mouth bites.

« I want you so bad. »

He breathed in your aroma, tongue swirling over your chest, overwhelmed by your scent. Your neck stretched back by his kisses and you closed your eyes as Tim brought his lips to yours again, this time deeper with fevered, blazing desire.

« You want me ? », your tongue lolled out on a salacious kiss. « At 7h ? »

« Yes... Want me to prove it ? », Timothée murmured softly, a small grin hanging from his mouth as you stared at him.

His fingers moved to the crook of your neck and tipped your head on the mattress. He kneeled lower on your body, hot breath panting against your skin. His hands slid to your sides, as if trying to memorize every inch of you.

A ghostly smile appeared on his lips as he bit your navel and placed wet kisses over your stomach, letting them one by one vanish in the air. He held your hips tightly, squeezing every part of you helplessly while his fingers slowly wandered between your thighs making your whole body tense and your breath hitch in anticipation.

« Stay ? » You pulled his hair back, chest rising and falling heavily.

« Okay. »

« ‘Okay,’ you’ll stay ? », he bit his lips and lightly raised his brows. You nodded.

Timothée grinned at you all flushed, diabolically angelic looking, as he settled between your legs, shoulders rubbing your knees.

He kissed the notch of your thighs, lips going higher on the apex and you smiled, stretching your head to the side. Tim let out a sly chuckle, breathlessly bringing his fingers to his mouth. His head lowered to your skin and fingers slid inside you, slowly finding their way. You hushed out a moan, letting your hand fall from his hair to his shoulder, gripping the skin.

His lips trailed lower, following the traces of his fingers. Your mouth agape in a silent scream, feeling his breath so close, his tongue licking and sucking eagerly on everything it touched.

Timothée smiled at the soul-capturing sound of your quiet moans, hearing his name come out as a plea, a prayer, a curse. His hand shaped the path of your lower stomach, fingers dripping silver honey, before his tongue slid inside you, teeth biting softly layers and layers, and brushing soft kisses.

Between the obscene sounds of his tongue, you shut your eyes, too dulled to lift them, giving in to the feeling. Your back arched to the bed and he had to grip your waist to keep you down. You held his shoulder and gasped desperately.

The room suddenly turned too heavy and his groans surged electric bolts through you.

For a moment he stopped and you sucked in a sharp breath. He panted against you, his kisses coming out gentle and slow as he rested his mouth on your stomach.

« Why you stopped ? », you asked breathless. He giggled boyishly, hovering on top of you.

Tim touched the edge of your mouth with his fingers, sketching it, drawing it, and your lips parted with bated breath. He licked his fingers and kissed you. You licked his fingers and kissed him again, barely holding your tongues in your teeth, playing in corners where air comes and goes.

« And you wanted to leave… », his lovely silken murmur echoed through your ears as he rubbed his mouth to yours smearing kisses that made you smile.

« Don’t stop, » you inhaled him, tangling his fingers with yours and dragging them lower to your body.

He chuckled again, bringing his tongue to your lips and you tried to catch it, before he kissed you, softly and tenderly, no pressing further just soaking into each other.

You glided his fingers down as he lingered on your neck and your jaw. One leg wrapped around him, bringing him impossibly close.

Timothée touched the inside of your thigh and you let out a sigh of pleasure, as sun-kissed mouths chased one another. His fingers clenched deep in you, eyes measuring with utter acclaim and pride the way your head bent back and your mouth fell loose. He continued his ministrations with his fingers eliciting soft whimpers from you until he couldn’t breathe.

Timothée pulled out his hand, soaking and glistering, and slid it down to himself desperately. You pressed your mouth on his and he let a small whine as your fingers slithered replacing his hand with yours.

He groaned against your mouth with lips tasting like ripe fruit as you slid lower your fingers. You watched his blissful expression full of longing and pleading, the way his Addam’s apple moved while his hot breath fanned your face with struggle. He tilted his head back and your lips touched his neck, giving it small mouth bites.

A loud gasp abandoned your mouth and Timothée groaned hard when you brought him close, until you sank into each other’s warmth, until all the parts of your bodies were touching. He buried himself deep in you, tender skin brushing against the other.

With jaw clenched and teeth grinding, Tim brought his face to yours. He held your cheek lovingly as you smothered each other under the heavy mist of stimuli.

You merged into one, blending as you breathed, your mouths brushing in gentle struggle. Timothée lunged into you, every move full of reverence, every thrust sinking deeper and deeper with an irresistible momentum.

Your head tipped back on the mattress, face disfigured by the throws of passion as you slid your arms to his back, cradling his shoulder.

Bodies scraped the white sheets as you shifted and pushed at each other, knowledgable in the pleasure of the other, working together in perfect harmony.

Strained moans elicited in the air through lively movements and dark fragrance. Tim held onto you dearly, swallowed by the ambition to drive you off the edge. His fingers clammed your face tighter, lips desperately trying to catch your skin.

Your head fell back and chest expanded, demolished, drunk on pleasure. You revelled in his touch, in the feeling of his naked skin against yours, absorbing him whole as he sank into you.

Until tremors shook your body, until you trembled against him like a moon on water, and he as well reached the peak of his pleasure, the sweet feeling of suffocation wrapping its arm around his throat, and in unison, you climbed and lunged into the climax.

He collapsed on top of you, both still fogged-up, sweaty and in total disarray, sucking in together your breaths with an old perfume and a silence.

Timothée pressed his mouth to the side of your head before rolling off your chest to his back.

Panting heavily, you stared at the sun painting the ceiling, creating shadows that trembled above your heads.

Timothée twisted his neck and looked at you with a grin plastered on his face. You smiled feeling his eyes on you and smoothened your hair back before turning to him.

« Stay now ? » You chuckled breathlessly and streched your head to press a kiss on his swollen lips.

« Can’t. »

[sculkapologist]

ive just been meditating a lot lately on the actual scale of minecraft blocks compared to the player....... theyre big actually. everything's big.

[lesbiansagainsttheatre]

i feel so bad for everyone who read the liveship traders and just immediately filed malta away as an annoying girl. she's literally so fun to read about if you invest in her from her introduction. i'm not saying she's not annoying but it's part of what makes her so compelling.

[raintailed]

HUGE group of icons i forgot to post. they were done in preparation for art fight, with exception of Seer's icons which i did a few days ago

In order from left to right, top to bottom:

Gardener, Dire, Dire (Freakface mode) Mirah, Razz, the Snake The Trader, Seer, Seer (while reading pearls) Skeeber, Hazyheart, Callisto Rawstpaw, Weaver Weaver (eldritch), Regulator

These icons are NOT free to use!

[drmikhailov]

S L U G H A M M E R loosely based on @fishyaudio's slugcat designs!!

[sk-yay-sk]

I don't like any of the maps I've seen for HTTYD so i'm playing a puzzle game w all the locations. This is the 3rd version so far

[neonhellscape]

sorry guys no longer draw pasqal im the official agent for mikuzhai

[skepsys]

noodling on a new portrait for ephraim :3 im on the struggle bus with this one ngl but hopefully itll be done in time for dlc !!!!! 😃

[eregar]

allowing the player to recruit marazhai was truly a brilliant idea, because what do you mean the game spends a huge amount of time setting up the drukhari as The Biggest Threat in the Galaxy and then you get to know one and realize he's just this edgelord nepo baby. you've known him for all of a couple days and have to watch him get fired from his job and play along with his dream of being commoragh's next top centrist. he gives such baby brother energy. he begs to show you his toys and fake-shoves you off the side of the cruiser and half the time he talks to you he's being borderline petulant. if he were a human he'd be a college guy who wears boat shoes.

[rainbowpancake777]

Artificer And Trader (my oc Slugcat) Because Why Not :)

[numerous-knives]

I keep forgetting Heinrix is canonically straight cause I set up toybox on my first playthrough and everyone is bi to me. Then I look at AO3 and 90% of his fics are with fem!RT and I’m like “oh right, he’s supposed to be straight.”