#woven shorts

[starfata]

Arsinoe's Woven Child 7

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He could have used his powers to slip into the nursery, unseen and unnoticed.

But where would be the fun in that?

Instead, Hermes appeared before his son Eudoros at his home in Phthiotis. The lovely Polymele was absent, and so too were her father Phylas and husband Echecles.

The three of them had decided against sending Eudoros to Perse and Chiron for training, since they could afford the best of tutors. Which was fair, Perse had admitted, but that could not be said of all families.

Even for those who could afford to teach a demigod to fight, the prestige of being taught by immortals could outweigh the distance for some noble families.

He supposed it was affection which kept Eudoros at home as Perse taught his lesser-born siblings how to slay a variety of monsters and not die if they had to flee with nothing but their wits. It didn't seem to have done him any harm at least, he was doing well enough for a demigod his age.

"Lord Father!" Eudoros greeted, hastily standing to bow. "What brings you to my humble home?"

Hermes smiled. Humble? Perhaps when compared to Mount Olympus. His daughter Elaphia lived in half a ruin, her mother's kin too poor to fix what time and malice destroyed. Shame, it had been a lovely little village fifty years ago.

"I was just in the area" of Hellae "and heard some gossip I thought I should share." Hermes smiled genially, gesturing his son to sit back down.

"My son Autolycus now has a great granddaughter, from Odysseus and his Queen!" Hermes boasted.

His noble son visibly suppressed a frown at the name of the great thief. Which was a shame, his noble lovers tended to instil such strange proprietary regarding thievery.

Camp might have done him good in that sense, the sea-eyed Athenide had made a game of it. Had lessons in it even, for those not as skilled as he.

"Father, has not Autolycus passed?" Eudoros asked, which was a very diplomatic recovery. And a very good question.

"Autolycus has not been seen in mortal lands for quite a few years. It may be so, it may not." Hermes answered honestly. "I mostly wanted to let you know because of the gossip surrounding the birth."

He knew exactly where his son's mind went as scandalised outrage crossed Eudoros's face. Which was a bit much, considering which bloodline he belonged to. Several of his half siblings had been born into a marriage! Just not between the parents who made them.

"Not like that. Apparently my great granddaughter was brought to the throne during the Palace's petitioning hour, again, not like that," he interrupted himslf as false realisation dawned again. "Brought to the palace in the arms of the dark haired Athenide."

Eudoros blinked in shock. "Perse Athenide?" He blurted.

So much for trying to avoid her name. "The very same!" Hermes said, deciding to continue the story. "She proclaimed, after what was apparently a lovely bit of theatrics, that the child had been made especially for them by her twin sister."

Thankfully Eudoros caught himself before he named Arsinoe aloud. "How? Did she shape the child from clay as your brother the Smith was?"

Yet another advantage to Camp, the Demigods didn't hear half so much false rumours.

"The Blacksmith of the God's was made the old fashioned way between my father and his wife." Hermes educated his son. "And no, apparently the child was woven in Penelope's image."

"How literal is that?"

"I have no idea. Perhaps if you had a message for the blessed couple I could deliver it for you, and then come back and tell you about it."

Eudoros glanced at his desk. "I have never corresponded with the King of Ithaca before. I do not know if he would accept such a message."

Well, that would be awkward. "Do you not have acquaintances in common? Did not Phthiotis have men among Eleni's suitors?"

"A very thin connection, as I believe every eligible man of royal blood presented themselves for Eleni's hand." Eudoros said dryly. "Perhaps you might agree to deliver a gift instead?"

That would do. "Gladly. Just a short three day journey there to stretch my legs, and I'll be right back!"

"For a God perhaps." Eudoros stood to go over to a chest, beginning to search through it. "You need not travel back on my account, I will be satisfied if the gift is received."

[millionsknives]

looking at my 2024 art in review… i’m a really good artist, aren’t i

[kpop-bbg]

[echthr0s]

usually I reinteract with media when a new instalment in its franchise is about to come out (like I'll rewatch a movie if a sequel is coming out, that sort of thing) because my memory is jacked up but also because it's a fun way to reimmerse myself in the world and get proper hype for the new thing

however. the very idea of replaying DA:I. my god. kill me

[maretriarch]

dude. i am imagining SO HARD miku skippering a perfect wooden sailboat on a sparkling clear blue lake but i do not have the artistic ability to accurately draw it. hrrrrrrngh. it hurts.

[ebitenpura]

Echani Hair + Textiles

While Echani are quite notorious for their long winter coats, it is their textile industry that flies under the furry radar of the galactic community--yet one that booms during the transition from winter to spring in an event fondly dubbed "The Shedding" by offworld weavers. Entire families will sit down together and collect the fallen hair, forming veritable mountains of it to be used as material. Echani remain one of the only species to be able to use their own hair in textiles, with many different applications in their regular lives.

Echani themselves sport a thick, blanketlike mane with a propensity to shed in several layers as they exit hibernation, but given the average size of adults, these can form extremely massive piles of fur which, as expected, are cumbersome to clean up. Instead of discarding the fur as other species are wont to do, Echani have traditionally saved the spare hair to weave into a variety of prized head adornments, blankets, coats, and other textiles which have as of late become far more popular throughout the galaxy as fashion and superior quality materials. The texture is described as incredibly soft, dense, and woolly, and most premium blends compose of 80-90% Echani fur and that of the Thyrsian armored mule-nerf. Being that Thyrsians sport thinner coats than their pale, arctic counterparts, they have bred the Thyrsian wolfdog, or Echa'yoan, to sport longer coats instead.

Since Echani fur deteriorates at a faster rate than that of typical shearing species, they are held in higher esteem for the difficulty in producing and obtaining such wool and remain a crucial part of Eshan's industry and culture. Echani fur blankets are a popular gift for one to give to friends and family, and an even rarer honor to gift to offworlders. However, as of late Eshan has relaxed its tight defense and allowed outsiders to come and trade for Echani goods and fur, especially during the Life Day season--an important economic time when offworlders form a crucial backbone of the fur market.

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

brb spiraling into insanity about Lae'zel's story themes being about letting go of high-demand religion/society and carving your own path with your own values and allies and morality despite the intense pressure from your old group to remain in a place that's eating you alive

[stellawolfearts]

I can't wait for the inevitable "you knew the whole time!?" conversation swk and nezha have after finding out about Mac raising mk.

Hehehehehe. I can't wait either cause like....Nezha is even keeping things from mac. It's gonna be one hell of a reveal for em both.

Nezha knows all.

[littlemissobvious]

Not as pretty as other patterns, but so much fun learning new stitches!

[seiwas]

@vierisqe @soumies

He has a feeling that the new girl running the front desk at the gym is going to be a problem—a distraction disguised in a gym uniform polo and khaki pants.

It starts with you smiling too brightly as he walks in one morning, all teeth and that little twinkle in your eye that feels like trouble when you scan his membership card.

“Good morning, Mr. Riley.” 

“It’s just Simon,” he tells you as he takes his card off the counter. 

The following day, it’s the same, except Johnny is there to make it worse.

He nudges Simon with his elbow. “She’s kinda pretty, huh?”

“Say it any louder, and she’ll hear you, mate,” he grumbles.

Simon’s not blind; of course, he knows you’re pretty, but he doesn’t have time to commit to anything outside of work—even if you smile at him like you’re happy to see him and how he’ll think about it later: on missions, at his desk, during morning runs. His head is nothing short of woven webs with thoughts of you stuck in the middle.

Honestly, it’s that you—

(You try to make small talk with him every morning, and Simon is starting to think it’s just for him because on the days he doesn’t come alone, you merely scan his card and go back to reading the open paperback book on the desk.)

It’s weird because it’s almost like you—

(He bumps into you at the supermarket and makes a dumb joke about carrots that makes you laugh. It makes him a little tongue-tied and awkward afterward because he realizes he hasn’t talked to a woman outside of only wanting a quick fuck in a really long time, but more importantly, he wants to hear it again. 

Instead, he tosses potatoes in his cart and walks away.)

He tells himself it means nothing, or not how Simon wants it to.

You’re just…he’s not even sure; acquaintances? Maybe more than that, but less than friends. Somewhere in that odd in-between phase where he only knows bits and pieces but not the whole picture.

Sometimes, he wishes—

(Simon doesn’t know what he’s doing the first time he invites you to meet the guys from work on a night out. He’s dated around a few times and had his fair share of hook-ups, but this isn’t like that. His palms are sweaty, more than usual, and no amount of wiping them on the thighs of his jeans keeps them dry.

Then you walk into the bar in a dress that’s probably too light for early spring in London—even though he stares appreciatively at the long expanse of your legs as you walk up to the table—and he wishes he wasn’t introducing you as his friend.)

But you—

(A new development happens after you slip him your phone number on one of the gym’s business cards—it’s weird that we don’t have each other’s numbers, so message me sometime or whatever—and he messages you ‘hey’ right before he leaves for a mission a few days later. 

It slowly shifts and changes over time.

You start sending him texts in the morning. Never an actual good morning text, but of the dogs you take on walks, the sunrise, the new flower box in your window. Somehow, it’s better.)

You really are—

(His house feels too hot, and he’s distracted from the movie by how close you are, how your leg drapes over his under the blanket, fingers fisting into his sweater at his stomach that clenches. An ache that grows, throbbing, spreading from his abdomen to his groin.

It feels monumental—something more than the gentle touch to the elbow to squeeze by each other in his entryway earlier or giving you his jacket that night at the bar—a tilt of the axis that makes the messy pieces fall neatly into place. 

He must be staring because you glance up at him, smiling, and the sound from the TV turns into white noise in the background.

“Can I…would you—fucking hell,” Simon runs a hand through his hair. “Can I kiss you?”

When your lips press against his, and his hands are pulling you onto his lap, where you settle hotly against his dick tenting in his jeans, he wonders why neither of you has done this before. Just kissing—him licking the seam of your mouth, and you panting his name.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” you mumble, lips brushing his.

“Me too,” and he fists his hand into the hair at your nape and pulls you back to his mouth.)

“I knew you’d be trouble,” he tells you one day, glaring at the bloke further down the bar who tried making a swipe at your ass before Simon showed up, towering over his shoulder with your fruity cocktail in hand.

“Oh, yeah?” you giggle, leaning into his side.

“Yeah,” the corners of his mouth quirk, though he hides it when he presses a kiss against your temple. “A real pain in my ass, love.”

“But yours.”

This time, he does smile. “Yes, but mine.”

[clubhousevivaldi1]

From comfort to style, picking the most suitable underwear is important. Men tend to ignore the drawbacks of not purchasing a decent quality boxer brief or woven boxer short as it affects the comfortability for the entire day. Loose Boxer briefs provide breathability whereas woven boxer shorts have a classic appeal. It is important to find underwear suitable for one’s lifestyle.

[alonewithwinnie]

Buzzed, watching Bridgerton, window shopping for bikinis, and I do fear I may have a soft spot for shimmery fabrics

[mothbaaalls]

i convinced my mom to give me some of her old bedsheets that she doesnt want anymore heheheee

[leatherartbylisa]

KI African Inspired Leather Neckpiece, #custom Leather Statement Necklac...

[s-imagination]

Japandi | Living Room CC Pack |Early

Suprise, Suprise Simmers! I'm back with brand new CC pack for The Sims 4!

🌿✨ Discover the serene beauty of Japandi design in this Sims 4 living room setup, featuring 44 unique elements. This space blends Japanese minimalism and Scandinavian functionality with natural materials and a calming color palette. Highlights include a low-profile sofa with green cushions, a woven coffee table, a traditional shoji screen, and elegant wall art. The room exudes tranquility with its harmonious design and thoughtful decor. Perfect for creating a cozy and stylish home in your Sims 4 game! 🌱🪑

With this set you can create your own shelving system, open doors, closed doors, open space with doors, or closed closet, the choice is yours :) I'm continue my Japandi Collection with another room that is Living Room. In future I create more inspired Japnadi rooms so be sure to follow me on Instagram where I upload my progress on current projects.

Set contains:

Sofa

Arm chair

Loveseat

Coffee Table

End Table

Japandi poster

Single Shelf 1x1 ( Short/Medium )

Double Shelf 2x1 ( Short/Medium )

Double Shelf 2 2x1 ( Short/Medium )

Media Cabinet

Long Shelf

Short Shelf

Open Pillar ( Short/Medium/Tall )

Closed Pillar ( Short/Medium/Tall )

Closed Doors ( Short/Medium/Tall )

Open Doors Right ( Short/Medium/Tall )

Open Doors Left ( Short/Medium/ Tall )

Stereo System

CD Player

Mixer

Collection of Books ( 4 diffrent versions )

Book Organizer

Tea Pot

Ink Tray

Ceilling Lamp ( Short/Medium )

Little Weave Frame

THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW!

All items are Base Game compatibile

All of the textures and meshes are made by me, if you like to use them please mention me

Some of the objects are high poly so be careful

If you see any issues let me KNOW!

NOW AVAILABLE ON EARLY ACCESS!

Public realse June 27th!

You can find objects by typing "Japandi" or "S-im" in search bar in game!

[hallebeauty]

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