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artariumindia · 5 months

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Create a Budget-Friendly Yet Stylish Home With These Easy-To-Follow Room Ideas

The year is nearing its end, and it is time to present your living space with the much-needed refurbishment that it has been yearning for. Revamping your space instils a sense of contentment and prosperity as you await a new change. From painting your interiors, placing new curtains, purchasing new room decoration items, to bringing home new furniture — there are countless ways to adorn your house with chic yet affordable options. Reflecting your personality through interior design doesn’t require you to completely break the bank. And, when it comes to choosing the perfect room decoration items, Artarium’s exceptional collection certainly needs to be mentioned.

This blog will cover diverse approaches to making your home elegant and that will also include some of the best pieces from the house of Artarium.

Explore Different Ways to Make Your Home Refined at Budget-Friendly Options

Your home is a direct representation of your personality. However, the struggle begins when you try to fit in creativity with a limited budget in hand. The good news is, that adorning your home is possible if you have a proper sense of aesthetics. To add to your help, check out the following ways.

Repurposing and Upcycling Furniture

Upcycling and reusing furniture is one of the most affordable methods to improve the aesthetic of your house. Consider updating worn-out items rather than spending a lot of money on new ones. Reupholster chairs in a chic fabric, paint and sand that old wooden dresser, or turn crates into chic shelving. Accept the flaws in antique furniture since they give your room personality and distinction.

DIY Wall Decor and Art

Unfinished walls might be like a blank canvas just ready for your artistic embellishments. Try your hand at creating DIY wall art rather than purchasing pricey artwork. Arrange affordable posters, artwork, and framed photos to create a gallery wall. Create your own wall hangings or abstract paintings to explore your artistic side.

Greens and More Greens

What is the simplest, most convenient, and most cost-effective way of beautifying your house? It is nothing other than getting plants and chic planters. Biophilic designs are making their way to both commercial and residential spaces because of numerous reasons. Greens are worthwhile for both your mind and eyes. Moreover, flowers have a distinct sense of vibrancy that instantly brightens up the space and also puts a smile on your face. Opt for small pots or ceramic vases on your centre tables, dining tables, and also on your kitchen counter’s corner.

Charming Yet Economical Room Decoration Items from Artarium

Artarium boasts of its remarkable yet pocket-friendly home decor pieces ranging from God’s Idols to car accessories. But when it comes to decking your room with elegance, the Warrior Elephant truly enlivens your room. This resin statue is created by skilled artisans who have perfectly infused the cultural heritage and meaningfulness. This piece has a rich story, it is edified by the intense war elephants used by kings and emperors in the bygone times.

For someone who is eyeing a subtle yet riveting home decor piece, Artarium offers the Geometrical Finch in a gripping turquoise colour. If you have a pastel-coloured or white/beige background, this piece will appear immensely aesthetically pleasing. It is impressive and has a vivid blend of bold lines and delicate curves.

Swap Out Hardware

Changing the hardware in your home is a small but effective method to give it a more modern look. A more contemporary and fashionable option should be considered for outdated doorknobs, drawer pulls, and cabinet handles. A little yet impactful alteration can give your house a modern, well-coordinated appearance without breaking the bank.

Mix and Match Decor Styles

To own a stylish home, you are not limited to a single decor style. Try combining various styles that speak to you to embrace the eclectic look. To make a room feel carefully chosen and distinctive, combine modern and vintage components. A great place to acquire reasonably priced items that can give your house personality is a thrift store, garage sale, or online marketplace.

Create a Statement Wall

Willing to create a statement wall but unwilling to go crazy with the spending? The most convenient ways to address this concern are by using removable wallpapers, painting a lively accent colour, or arranging a gallery of framed mirrors. An ergonomic statement wall will not only act as an eye-catcher but also allow you to display your quirky side.

Shop Secondhand and Vintage

Check out antique and secondhand stores to find new homes for pre-owned goods. The furniture and décor items that are both reasonable and unusual will wow you. One-of-a-kind finds that can enhance the aesthetic of your home can be found in vintage stores. Be willing to recognise promise in things that might just require minor upkeep and have an open mind.

Utilize Affordable Lighting Solutions

The atmosphere of a space can be quickly changed by well-lit areas. Seek out low-cost lighting options like elegant fixtures from thrift stores, floor lamps, or string lights. With items like mason jars or woven baskets, consider creating your own DIY pendant lights. Well-lit areas allow you to highlight the other chic features you’ve included while also creating a more welcoming atmosphere.

Invest in Versatile Storage Solutions

Spaces free of clutter are by nature more fashionable. Invest in multipurpose storage options that fulfil practical and decorative needs. Find affordable floating shelves, storage ottomans, or bookshelves that can be used to showcase ornamental pieces, books, and sentimental souvenirs in addition to serving as useful places to store stuff.

Embrace Minimalism

There are instances when less really is more. De-clutter and concentrate on what’s important to adopt a minimalist style. Keep only the things that are functional or make you happy and simplify your decor. Not only does this make the room look better, but it also enables you to spend your money on a select few classic, well-made pieces that will not go out of style.

Making a gorgeous yet affordable home is not only doable but also quite satisfying. You may add flair and individuality to your living area without breaking the bank by implementing these simple room ideas. Recall that the secret is to be imaginative, resourceful, and open to seeing the possibilities in every area of your house. You may have a fashionable home that expresses your distinct taste and personality with just a little creativity and frugal living.

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#room decoration items #Warrior Elephant #Geometrical Finch

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scherzyhamilton · 8 months

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Living Room Enclosed in Dallas

Idea for a medium-sized traditional enclosed living room with white walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace, and a wall-mounted television.

#oversized art #enclosed #geometric #bookcase styling #blue lamp #elephant accessory

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s-imagination · 2 years

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NOTA Living Room!

EARLY ACCESS on Patreon! Public Relase August 11!

S-imagination is back, back, back, back with another set! This time I spend a lot of time learing a new technique of creating object's and finally I can give you result of that work. I know I asked you in my polle for my next set and you voted kitchen ( don't worry I still want to make one ) but when I created my first object which was armchair I was so happy how it turns out that I decided that I will make whole new set. So today I want to give Nota Living Room Set that contains 45 items for The Sims 4.

With Sectional Sofa and Modular Bookcase System you can create a lot of designs for your interriors.

Set Contains:

Sectional Sofa System ( Left End, Right End, Regular, Regular Left, Regulat Right, Pouf, Coffee Table )

Bookcase Modular System ( Left End, Right End, Regular 1&2, Single Tile 1&2, Inner Corner, Outer Corner )

Fireplace

Armchair

Loveseat

Floor Lamp

Ceiling Lamp ( Regular, Long, Medium )

Coffee Table & Console Table

Decorative Vases

Paintings ( Wall Sculpture, Abstract Painting, Geometric Poster, Painting On The Floor )

Clutter ( 3 versions of Books, Book With Sculpture, Book Hoolder, Elephant Sculpture, Lovers Sculpture, Square Frame, Rectangle Frame, Glass Frame with Picture, Drinking Set )

Tray With Candle

Table Lamp

Small Plant

Licuala Palm

THINK 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!

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

You can download my set in Rar file which you can extract with WinRar or as merged file!

Follow me on | blogger | youtube | facebook

#thesims4 #thesims4cc #sims4 #sims4cc #maxis match #sims maxis match #sims 4 maxis match #ts4 maxis match #ts4 #sims 4 cc #simblog #ts4cc #mycc #the sims 4 patreon

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kaalbela · 1 year

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Moti bharat is a form of bead embroidery from Jalor district of Rajasthan in India, practiced by the women of certain pastoral tribes. The opaque white beads form the base on which the transparent beads are worked by stringing them together in various shapes and forms of birds, animals, human figures and other articles of day to day life. Traditionally blue, green, yellow, red and other primary colored beads were commonly used. Stylized human figures, geometrical designs, glimpses of daily life, horse and camel riders, elephant with haudha, horse with carriage, the famous love legend of local hero Dhola and his lover Maru are the designs repeatedly used.

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 | textile series

#textiles #ots #moti bharat #rajasthan #india #desi fashion #embroidery #folk art #desi tumblr #desiblr #textile art #textile history

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medieval-elephants · 16 days

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Stars, stripes, and elephants This guide to different heraldic symbols was associated with Frederick of Aragon, King of Naples. Tentatively dated to 1501- 1504, it's just outside the usual scope of this blog, but who can resist a collection that includes shields decorated with eyeballs, gloves, cherries, flowers, birds, dogs, and various geometric shapes.

On the opening with the elephant alone, there are frogs, lizards, spiders, a unicorn, stags, turtles, snails, camels, even a wild boar: an interesting mixture of animals which were common in western Europe (stags, snails), which were associated with warmer climes, and which were mythological (unicorn). (The salamander was all of the above: although it's a real animal, it was the subject of many legends, such as as the suggestion that it was so cold it could live in fire, as depicted on the third shield on the left-hand page.) You can read more about this manuscript in A Heraldic Dream: the Treatise on Blazon of Frederick of Aragon, last King of Naples by Catherine Yvard, or you can view the whole thing online.

Material: Parchment, ink, and paints Date: 1501-1504 Now la Biblioteca Nacional de España, Ms 1467, f. 57r

#elephant #elephants #medieval elephants #illuminated manuscript #16th century #unicorn #medieval unicorn #naples #early modern naples #aragon #heraldry #coats of arms

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wanderingsimsfinds · 1 year

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Elephants, trees, and monkeys in these patterns 🐘🌴🐒

Introducing the Tropical Dream Collection

There are 20 seamless patterns included (TropicalDream 1-20)

Found under THEMED & GEOMETRIC

There are ZIPs for sims3packs, packages, and preview images

There is a MERGED package file with all 20 patterns

DOWNLOAD (SFS) (MediaFire)

Source: Julia Dreams

#julia #build #patterns #pattern #sims 3 pattern #mypatterns #pets #ts3cc #s3cc #s3ccfinds #pnature #panimal #pgeo #pspace #ptropical

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peregrineggsandham · 4 months

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...Do y'all want to see the creature that haunted me as a child?

It's not an animal but it is definitely a Creature in precisely the same way printers are

The horrible noise, the smell of paint and barnacles, the spectacle, God, imagine a small child looking up at Godzilla holding in her claws the skyscraper where they lived, ripped from the rest of the structure. That was the awe

Not fear but wariness, like standing ten feet from a bellowing elephant and thinking "be gentle please be gentle".

Haunted is the wrong word, it feels like a patron saint. This is what angels look like, towering geometric lines, bellowing, holding your life cradled by straps of cloth and peeling padding. You know there are thick cables beneath but all you see is worn fabric, nothing about it feels safe.

A hauled-out boat is... fine. Surreal, unnaturally still like a dead thing, but with the promise of life. A boat just out of water, keel more pouring than dripping, long algae hanging limp like the innards of some Creature's prey (be gentle please be gentle)... that's body horror!

And its perpetrator is the tearer-asunder, the great beast On-The-Hard, the patron saint of all the times when to fix something we must first lay it bare, haul it out to see what drips off its grimy underside. Loud and dangerous and unpleasant - but necessary.

I'm sure anyone who works in construction or in a yard or with any heavy machinery is laughing at me right now but

i cannot begin to capture the sheer Experience of being very very small, running (too close) just ahead of the wheels of a travel lift.

This was the first thing I ever prayed to.

#Sam says stuff sometimes

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jeeyuns · 9 months

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HI i wanna know about ur tattoos please sorry for being deeply nosy mwah

OK, YOU ASKED. PREPARE FOR PICS

so i like symmetry, comes with my virgo moon ass, so i try to have pairs on both sides of my arms. one is a lonely single, because tattoos can get expensive

inside forearms below inner elbow facing out, a serene medusa and a dancing fanned out flower, with the green match

right below my inner elbows, facing in, a dream catcher that's also a wise owl (since i found out my birthdate is called 'day of the dreamcatcher') and a garlic flower for my love of garlic in food lolol

outside of forearms, verve and a very badly photographed liminal (although i did intentionally make liminal hard to read hehe)

inside forearms, above inner elbow, facing out, sorry about the blurry quality, couldn't find the nice fresh photos. a blue crab from my family's favorite brand of fish sauce and gwen stacy, needs more color added and finishing touches of shading, more blue and pink definitely

on my wrists, a rose in remembrance of my brother jj, with his initials twirled into the stem and leaves and another snaky design of ouroboros, geometric style

my true loves on the back of my arms above my elbows. a too-good-for-you moth lady supreme and a squatting shiitake mushroom butt (he might be one of my faves even though i can't see him)

upper forearm pieces that i need to add shading to, my bull skull with 3 types of intertwined flowers, and my (sorry for heinous video still) thai elephant with buddhist festival flower adornments

front forearm, facing outward, my latest one is the single lonely one, because i need to decide on the design and designer for my piece on the other side. this is what i call my portal into my writing place, all mutuals welcome so that we may frolic and scream about blorbos and occasionally write :)

last but not least, from reading @transboybuckley's transcendant you were the wilderness i crossed into. i wanted to get gingko leaves but MY PARTNER ASKED IF THEY COULD INSTEAD. SO I LET THEM. LIKE THE KINDEST BITCH YOU EVER DID MEET >:|

instead, i shall get an ash tree, probably as a pair to my lovely portal instead from rowan's second part to that story series, blind hope's my home. i might want the quote 'it takes guts to be gentle and kind' somewhere around it since it's something i def live by

thanks for looking at my skin with me!!!! mwah

#tattoos #about me #asks answered

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strawhatsoraya · 2 years

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hihi ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა i'm trying not to send u 1 million requests, do u know how much restraint i have?? anyway, may i pls request 👄(smut) for renji (u already know the vibez) w. fling/one night stand & justice is a woman; pls thank u, ily xx fall in love (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡

You come into my home--my house--and you request Abarai Renji SMUT? What did you think was gonna happen???

Renji smut, of course, that's what. As if I'd say no. That man *chefs kiss* His tattoos, the red hair, the big tiddies, the big ass sword to match his [censored]. Roar, Zabimaru is the safe word. Pass it around.

I wrote...this little piece for you. I say little, but it is in fact, a big'un. 5k. All for Renji (and you). Once again, bb, thank you for the prompt. I live to write and please.

Tit for Tat

ABARAI RENJI X FEM READER | NSFW

WORD COUNT: 5k (bruh...what the fuck happened.)

CONTENT WARNING: you know it: alcohol consumption, it is what it is, renji is so mean like i will fight him but i don't have the muscle, nipple play, biting lots of biting like ridiculous, renji likes to slap ass and pussies too, ya know for fun cause it's cute and shit, vaginal penetration, for as long as this damn thing is you WOULD THINK they did more, but no, degradaaatiooon i guess????, he's mean so really that's all i can say, oh yeah maybe size kink, renji got a big [censored]

A BADLY WRITTEN SUMMARY: Y/N really thought she could until she couldn't. There's nothing else to it. You just gotta read it, folks.

You had been watching him since he entered. It was compulsory; some kind of involuntary reaction. You tried to reason with it, tried to understand the explanation behind the sudden acceleration in your heart beat. You frown at your thoughts, swirling your wine glass. The maroon liquid spinning inside beckons you to look for him again. You admire the fiery mane of hair as you bring your glass to your lips for a taste and find yourself disappointed.

This was your favorite, from a bottle of St. Henri Shiraz, full-bodied and heavy on your tongue; still it barely whets your palate. What you’re craving is something else, something new; thrilling and exciting, like the dark geometric tattoos on his forehead, or the teasing beginning of one, peeking out from his v-neck shirt.

You drink again from your glass, hoping to stave off the gnawing hunger.

It is still inefficient; a waste of your time, just like any continued further attempt would be. At this point, you consider it necessary to leave your spot at the bar. You leave your glass behind. No further souvenirs were needed. Heels clicking on the floor, you squeeze between him and the empty stool by his left.

“Do you mind?” you ask him, practicing your most innocent voice as you drop yourself on the stool. He doesn’t glance at you, but somehow you feel it–his appraisal of you. It was quick, and left you wanting more.

“I don’t care either way,” he spoke gruffly, bringing a glass of sake to his lips. The last thing he wanted was to be tangled up with a human in his gigai body. Renji was just looking for a night to clear his head, away from everyone he knew. If he had intended to keep company he would have invited Rukia or even harassed Ichigo–but the orange haired idiot was busy with college now; a grown man.

Renji’s smile is derisive, as he does his best to hide it behind the glass. His smile threatened to be destroyed at the feel of a hand traveling over his thigh; nails trailing gently until they found his knee.

He feels his muscles react despite the urge to resist. They flex under your touch. He swallows and turns his head slightly to look down at you. You notice the enticing sharp lines of his jaw tense in restraint. It was enough to goad you on.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush,” you interrupt his thoughts like an elephant in a china shop–frail ceramic inhibitions shattering into an infinitesimal number of pieces. Until there was nothing but dust, nothing to put back together. He swallows, not for the first time since you sat down, apprehensive words.

“I wasn’t expecting you to,” Renji says at last with a casual roll of his eyes. You notice that he still refuses to look at you head on, so you dig your nails into his bony knee. He flinches. An exposure of teeth when he hisses sends goosebumps fleeing over your already heated skin. He looks at you now, brows furrowed, annoyance circling darkly behind his eyes.

Your hunger grows.

“I want you,” you tell him, leaning forward, aware that your cleavage was barely contained in your tight dress. You hoped it was enough to entice him. His eyes linger on your breasts, and you watch him struggle to pull them away. When he looks up at you, his lips are slightly parted, as if he was weighing the words on his tongue. You hum at the thought of it. Curiosity fills you with fantasies about the taste of his tongue, the feel of it on your skin. “Once. Tonight.”

In the back of his mind, he is aware this is a horrible situation to be in. It felt slightly immoral. In a body that was not truly his, he desired you. He felt the dip at the pit of his stomach, felt a growing thickness between his legs. He takes in a sharp breath as he looks at you, observing your fiery gaze. He wants to admonish you but his mouth is a bloody traitor.

“I won’t be held responsible for anything,” he tells you, curling your top lip. Irritation was heavy on his voice, as he tried his best to stop himself from devouring your mouth right then and there. “If you understand…” His voice dies as he swallows thickly again. It is difficult, so he finishes the rest of his sake in one shot.

You watch him throw his head back, and picture yourself licking and sucking up the column of his neck. Your thighs rub together, and you grow tired of it; waiting and waiting for him to decide.

When he finally stands, you seize his wrist. There’s resistance at first, as you do your best to drag him away from the bar. He mentions something about the check, but you ignore him. This was your usual spot as you lived within walking distance. The bar owner knew you. If anything, they’d put it on your tab.

The walk to your place seemed longer than usual as you fought the urge to put your hands all over him. His shirt clings to his muscles in a way that you could see them flex when he moves. You try your best to forbid it–your naughty hands, but they are on his biceps as you pull along, assessing, measuring. He was strong, and the look he gives you through his lashes as he looks down at you is hot enough that you almost imagine your clothes burning away.

He snatches your wrists, and pulls on you roughly. You collide against his chest, and gasp at the feel of his hard body. “Keep this up,” he hisses as he swoops towards your face, his nose inches from yours. “And I’ll just pull you into an alley.”

You are much too old to feel this way, much too wise to think your knees feel weak but you feel your strength leave you. You were a creature of comfort, but an alley didn’t seem entirely bad at the moment.

With a promise to behave, he lets you go, and you lead him at last to your apartment.

As you fumble with the keypad, something you’re quite embarrassed to even think about, you try to think up your next steps. Should you offer him a drink? Or would that be a further waste of time?

He seems to believe so, as he takes you in his arms the moment the door closes. His hands are in your hair, long fingers tangling in between dark curls. His tongue slips past your lips meeting no resistance. He is determined, but not eager, brushing against your tongue. You moan when he curls his tongue around yours, claiming it for a suck. He tastes of sake, and regrets.

Something prickles behind your eyes, but you push it away, deepen the kiss. Your hands roam freely now, over the planes of his muscular abdomen. They rise to his chest and you squeeze the flesh and muscle, absolutely devastated that your hands are not big enough, not strong enough to mark your territory further. So you dig your nails into his chest as he kisses down your neck. You feel him hiss, his hot breath bouncing against your marred skin. One of his hands travels from the back of your head, to dance over the small of your back until it reaches your ass.

He returns the favor, digging his fingers painfully into an ass cheek.

“Easy,” he tells you against your pulse. He nips and sucks until he feels you shudder in his arms. “I’m not that forgiving.”

The taste of danger, heavier than the red wine you drank, lingers on your tongue as he kisses you again with your face in his hands. You reach for him, blinded by the shimmering light in his hair but you grasp nothing as he tosses you back on the bed. You try to sit up to meet him but he is faster, pinning you underneath him.

You gasp as he grabs your breasts, kneading and gripping. You bite back a whimper. He frowns at you, and shakes his head once. “Now why would you do that?” he asks you. His tone was serious, chilling. You barely breathe as he releases your breasts to grasp the front of your black dress instead. A single moment of violence was enough for him to tear your dress in half with his bare hands. Your shout turns into a gasp as the blast of cool air touches your heated skin. The sound of fabric ripping haunts your ears. Fear and desire mix into a deadly concoction. Still, you swallow it all just like the sight of him above your trembling body. “There we go,” he sings, a crooked smile tugging his plush lips. “You shouldn’t hold back. I want to hear you fall apart.”

You want to be mad; truly, you do. The dress had not been cheap, despite its light fabric. Sometimes, you paid for a brand name more than the quality. It had been your mistake, just like your choice to go braless. You were left vulnerable, exposed. He did not hesitate to exploit any weakness, not in battle, nor in bed. His long tongue laps at an erect nipple, soft and explorative at first. When you moan, and arch into his kiss, long, hard and wet he is convinced that he made the right decision.

Tonight was the perfect time for a day off.

Your skin is addicting, sharper and more intoxicating than any drop of alcohol he had ever consumed. Your breast feels soft, and perfect under his large hand. He grips it tightly, and wonders if he will have enough time tonight to explore the rest of you; all of you. For all your boldness, you had become malleable under his touch. He smiles mockingly down at you, as you moan not for the first time, when he flicks a nipple with his thumb.

“You’re all bark aren’t you?” he asks you, and ignores the irony; ignores how in a way he can relate. He leaves a wet trail as he kisses down your sternum, and down to your belly, nipping playfully at the soft flesh under your belly button. Your nails are in his hair, and he tilts his head pulling away from you. He frowns up at you, with a mild sense of irritation. It doesn’t last long, lust taking precedence. “Don’t mess up the hair,” he tells you, and it only makes you want to do it more. You gingerly touch the pins in his hair, keeping half of it up, in a silent thank you. Because of them, you're able to watch him as he runs his tongue over the string across one hip–the thin strings that keep your thong in place. The sight of his tongue, long thick and red made you even hornier. You whimper, and your eyes threaten to close when he parts your legs. He turns his mouth to your other hip, eyes closed as one hand finds your heated core. He slides a thumb, gently at first, over your fabric covered slit. Even through the thong, he feels your wetness. He hums as he drops kisses on your pelvis, tongue running along the elastic of your underwear.

“You’re not wet enough,” he states with another curl of his top lip. You swallow as you watch him pull back to stare at your cunt. It was true that you still had your underwear on, but watching him watch you with such a clinical expression was embarrassing. His frown deepens and he tilts his head. “How disappointing.”

You jolt at his words, and push him off of you. Your hands are on his thick chest and you push with all your strength, until you topple over him on the bed. “How dare you,” you hiss, straddling him. He watches you in surprise, chest rising and falling as his breath hitches. It takes a moment, a second of silence, before he smiles; big, bright and genuine. It is loathsome how it fills you with a strange sense of warmth, so you dig your hands into his hair and pull. You force him to look at you, as you put on your best mean face. “Whose fault is it that I’m not wet enough according to you? Maybe you don’t know what you’re doing.”

He laughs at you, even as you tug on his hair one more time. He brings a large hand, and curls his fingers around your thin wrist. You know in a battle of strength you could never beat him. You seize the opportunity of surprise and swoop down to bite his lower lip, with enough strength and viciousness to draw blood. He hisses into a heated kiss, smearing blood on both your mouths.

The taste is coppery, metallic and you pretend your mouth is a furnace as you suck on his tongue, melting all his hardened edges so that you can mold him into something powerful; something beautiful.

It is lust and delusion that brings you to grasp his shirt in a pathetic attempt to rip it open, to expose the chest you so desperately want to kiss. His laugh echoes in the room, and you feel the sting of embarrassment on your cheeks. You glare at his mouth, now open as he gasps when you slip your hands under his shirt. Your eyes flutter just at the feel of his muscle, at the sensation of his cock growing even harder and bigger underneath your throbbing pussy. You needed a defense, a solution; so you pull the front of his shirt all the way up and shove it in his mouth.

He amuses you, bites down on the fabric with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You ignore his absolute cheek in favor of exploring his skin instead. Ink was stark against his tanned skin, a road map of untold stories. You bring your mouth to them, tasting the secrets embedded in his tattoos. He flinches underneath you. You hear him moan as you drag your nails gently down his sides. You kiss up the middle of his chest, and move over to his collarbone. You drop feathery kisses that make him shudder.

Your touch is light, teasing. Your mouth is a con artist, flapping its gums to sell him empty dreams. He wakes up from this false reality at the feel of your teeth under his collarbone. He bites down harder on his shirt, groaning. Drool wets the fabric and he closes his eyes as you continue to bite down his chest. You are ruthless. Your objective is clear as day to him. This is his punishment, he thinks with a muffled shout when you bite down on his nipple, once again leaving a mark on his skin; purple and red next to black ink.

He had insulted you, pushed you down, and you rose like judge and jury. In his clouded thoughts, full of desire and pain, Renji thinks to himself that indeed, Justice was a woman.

His breath is ragged as you move further down to his ribcage. He tries to contain the shuddering, icy fingers of anticipation dragging beads of sweat on his skin. He tries to steady himself when he feels your teeth graze against his skin, but he is still not prepared for the onslaught. You bite along his rib cage, time and time again leaving a crescent shape of marks.

A moon of bites to match your bark. He laughs silently, shoulders shaking as he tries to contain it. He had already insulted you once, and was paying the price. He couldn’t think of what would happen next. Your hips start moving against him, and his head lolls, a moan dying in his throat. You are definitely wet enough now. He feels you soaking through his pants. His hips buck at the feel of your heat, at your teeth pinching the flesh over his belly button.

He thinks he can take it. He thinks you’ve had enough of the torture but when you move to the side of his waist–he panics. He mumbles something but it isn’t fast enough. You bite down with a growl and his back arches, a shout that turns into a moan. His shirt soaks further with his spit, it now oozes down his chin and pools on the hollow of his neck.

You hear him mumbling, but choose not to listen. This was his own undoing, you think feverishly making up excuses as you bite under his belly button, once, twice; two marks just because. Your hands shake as they undo the buckle of his belt. It takes some effort but you manage.

“See?” you tell him, a tremble in your voice you despise makes you flush further. “You just don’t know what you’re doing,” you continue, rubbing your legs together. Slick slides down your inner thighs. It should embarrass you. You should feel shame at the way your pussy throbs, as if it was pleading to have him inside you. When you bring the zipper down, you’re taken aback, a small gasp leaves you before you can swallow it.

He chuckles at you, propping himself up by the elbows to watch you. He spits out the shirt from his mouth, but doesn’t bother to wipe his chin. “What now? Cat got your tongue?”

You look at him, and find it difficult to swallow. He had felt big, very big, when you were grinding your cunt against him but now that there was nothing but the fabric of his underwear between your eyes and his cock it became evident that you had underestimated his size.

You grit your teeth, and clench your jaw. You were no punk. This was nothing. You tell yourself this as you pull his pants down and he helps you, feeling charitable. Not that you deserve it, you think as you take in the sight of the marks left on his skin, growing darker and darker the more time flies by. He tosses his shirt and looks over at you as he sits up with amusement dancing behind his eyes. His smile is lecherous, and you notice how he grips the bed sheets tightly. Was he holding back? Was he laughing at you? You’re not sure.

You soldier on, heart in your throat, and slide a tentative hand over the print of his cock. He looks heavy, and he feels heavy as you cup his balls. His eyes flutter close, a happy hum coursing through his body. You slide your hand over to feel his length, and you’re amazed at the girth. You were no petite girl, your hands were far from small. If you were to grip him, wholly, you had the feeling your fingers would not touch your thumb.

“Scared?” he breathes out as he watches you grip his tip over his underwear. He blows his hair out of his face noisily. You hate how attractive that mere gesture was so you ignore him, and pull at the waistband of his boxer briefs. He tilts his head but concedes, lifting his hips so that you can pull them down. You dare not look until they’re over his ankles, until you toss them on the floor.

When you find the courage to look between his legs, you think you may have overestimated yourself. His cock is hard, a thick vein running and curling around his length. His balls looked as heavy as they felt. His tip, red, angry glistening with precum taunted you. Erect, it was flush against his belly, up to his belly button.

You can’t help it. You can’t help the hand that goes to your mouth. You can’t help your widening eyes, and the way your whole body freezes and burns at the same time. You definitely can’t help the feeling of growing wetter, hotter, the way your pussy clenches at nothing at the sight of him.

He is watching you with mild amusement, head tilted. He looks at you, lashes fluttering briefly. “That’s enough,” he says decisively. He takes action by grabbing your ankles. He pulls you towards him until you’re underneath him, caged in between his big arms. “I told you, didn’t I?” His breath is moist and warm against your cheek. He licks one, then the other. “I can’t be responsible for anything tonight. Your loss.”

His grip is strong on your hips as he flips you over, hands kneading your ass. You whimper, and grip the sheets on the bed. You think to protest, maybe ask him to go slow but you feel a sting that blooms into pleasure. You moan despite the embarrassment, feeling yourself get even wetter if it was at all possible. His hand grabs at your cunt possessively, and he rubs his fingers roughly over your underwear.

“There we go,” he says in a soft tone, encouraging, full of praise. “You know,” he begins, his tone playful, leaning down to bite up your back. You tremble under his assault, a moan following each sink of his teeth. “You might just be wet enough to take all of me. What do you think? Are you feeling greedy tonight?”

Your mouth goes dry. You open and close it, stammer like a fool, and he laughs again. You feel it against your ear when he leans down. His hands are on your ass again, rubbing circles. “I’m waiting,” he sings, licking the shell of your ear.

“Uh–Well, I–” You begin and you feel your eyes water from shame. This was your undoing. You thought you were above it all. You thought you could be in control but even after everything, he somehow managed to get the upper hand. He chuckles darkly against your ear. His teeth bite down on your earlobe before he sucks on it. He releases it to mock you–to throw your stammering words back at you.

“You sound ridiculous,” he tells the crook of your neck. You feel him smiling there, as he pulls your asscheeks aside to rub his erection between them; up and down. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

You take in a ragged breath. His hand is on your neck, and he squeezes thick fingers around it. “Yes,” you breath out between gasps, finding it deathly arousing to feel his thickness rubbing on your ass.

You feel him move away, feel the bed creak. You dare to look over your shoulder, and watch him with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as he pumps his cock. His tongue is out, licking his bottom lip, eyes dark, lids heavy with barely controlled desire.

“Show me,” he commands, his thick cock in his hand. He moves his hand slowly up his shaft as you falter. He watches you turn slowly on your back as he squeezes his tip. He bites back a moan, wanting to save it for later. His precum is smeared on his hand and he stills for a moment, as you lay on your back. You push the fabric of your thong to the side, exposing your puffy pussy.

Renji draws a sharp breath, a hiss that turns into a low growl. He crawls over you, stealing away your breath and what's left of your senses. The sight of him is devastating. His broad shoulders make you feel prisoner to the heat between your bodies. He brushes his nose against yours, a terrifying form of intimacy that confuses you.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against your lips.

He clashes against you, a feverish mouth that takes no prisoners. His hands are in your hair again, messing with your curls and you can’t be bothered to be upset at how he pulls at them, how he grips and curls them around his fingers. He kisses you until you feel like he can kiss you deeper than your mouth, past your throat and lungs. He kisses you until you think you can die from this act alone. When he comes up for air, he is gripping your wrists.

“Here,” he says, bringing them to your ankles as he helps fold your legs enough to reach. “Hold these.”

You don’t think you have any right to refuse, or rather, any weapon to battle him with. The idea of having him inside you feels like a necessity that justified any risk. You hold your ankles as you whimper, feeling him adjust his fat tip around your entrance. He rubs it against your folds, and up your slit to your clit. A moan wafts out of your mouth, a wanton song past midnight. He snickers and he slaps your cunt with his cock.

“I think…” he drags his words, the same way he drags his tip down your pussy again, to push gently against your opening. Your eyes fly open from where you had shut them in anticipation. “I really think you’re a little…” He hums pensively, pushing his tip in, slowly. He pushes a bit more, and you back arches. He’s not even halfway but the width of him makes you feel so full you fear splitting in half. “A little too greedy for your own good.”

He finishes his words as he continues to push slowly inside you, inch by inch. You’re amazed at his sudden bout of gentle consideration just as you’re amazed at his size. You can’t help clenching around him, and you hear him curse under his breath. Your stomach contracts, forcing your body to make small jittery jolts as you cling to his biceps, nails digging so hard they leave half moon marks.

“Fuck!” he hisses. His teeth are white when you look up at him, gritting as he tries to keep control. “Hey,” he says softly, voice shaking. “If you keep that up. It won’t be good for you.”

“Shut up,” you tell him, unable to think of a clever retort. What you could only think of is the feel of his thick cock inside you, settling in too comfortably as if it belonged there. You move your hips tentatively, and your eyes close, a moan shaking your body. You hear his laugh again as he starts moving against you, slow and purposeful at first.

“God damn,” he hisses, again. You hate the way he clenches his jaw. The sight of teeth, canines a bit too sharp and long, had never been arousing to you until now. “Your pussy is greedy too, huh. You can barely take me in but you keep sucking me back in for more.”

You are far too gone to be embarrassed. You release your ankles, and wrap your legs around him instead. Surprise is evident in his face by the way his brows rise, the slight widening of his eyes. You loop your arms under his, to hold on to his shoulders. Your breathing is scalding against his chin, you kiss desperately up his jawline as he moves again–thrusting into you with renewed fervor.

“Just do it,” you say quickly, a voice that sounds desperately unhinged. “Just fuck me.” Your hands cling to him, and he scoops you up into his embrace. There is no apology, although he thought about it, as he angles his hips.

He pounds into you with more force than he needs to. He is aware of it when you cry out, when your nails pierce skin. He feels your fingers slip against his back, feels the heat of his blood smearing between his back and your palms. It isn’t enough to stop him, or guilt him. His eyes close at the feel of you, wet, tantalizing; completely erotic. He looks down at your face, the sight of your disheveled makeup–mascara smeared over a temple, lipstick leaving a purple tint on your chin. He loves it. He smiles at you even as he continues to fuck you.

“You’re a fucking mess,” he says loudly as you moan, an orgasm flooding your body like riptide.

You can’t think. You can barely breathe. All you know, and all you need is for him to keep going. The pain is worth it. Every time he pushes in, you feel as if he will kill you, split you, eviscerate you but the moment of pain and fear is quickly followed by a new kind of pleasure.

You moan into his neck, kissing and sucking as best as you can but your strength is not even enough for that. His movements become sloppy, rogue thrusts slamming into your hips hard enough to leave bruises the next day. He grips your thighs as if you had no feelings, hard and merciless. You whimper, reach down with one hand but he is gone before you can even touch him.

He pulls out, and you feel eerily empty. He gives you no time to gather your thoughts before he grabs a fistful of your hair. He pulls you up, forcing you on your knees. His cock is coated in your cum when he shoves it at your face. Eyes that can barely see, unfocused and hazy, take in the sight of his tip, the way Renji furiously pumps up and down his shaft.

You are not yourself, you think, as you open your mouth, tongue hanging out.

He cums all over your mouth and face. You flinch as a drop hits your eye. You close them tightly, as he still cums some more, feel the heat of it sliding down your face. You hear his laugh as you kneel there, not daring to open your eyes.

“Stay there,” he orders you, and his footsteps fade. Your breathing is loud against your eyes. Your body feels heavy, achy and used. The footsteps come back, and you feel a cold wet rag on your face. He washes your face roughly, not an ounce of tenderness to the gesture. It surprises you then, when you open your eyes to see him smiling at you–a little softly, almost demurely.

You have no words, and suddenly it feels awkward. Before you can say something you regret, he takes your face in his hands and kisses you. Apprehensions disappear at the taste of his tongue, he kisses the corner of your mouth, taking your hands to clean them too.

“I was right,” he says, frowning down at the dried blood on your palms. “You are a fucking mess.”

#abarai renji #renji x reader #renji x you #renji x y/n #renji abarai #bleach x y/n #bleach x you #bleach x reader #for the cummunity!#fic request #nobody look at me nobody talk to me #i can't be held accountable for anything #*washes hands*#bleach smut #renji smut #100 follower event: chasing summer

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For the first time in a long while, I got to go to a white elephant gift exchange this December! We had a low price ceiling and my practically wins out over any practical joke sensibilities every time, so on the designated shopping day I left my local overstock store with a nice chopstick set, some fancy (not at all mess-free) popcorn, and a dream.

When I was growing up, my mom was an intrepid homeschooling parent who loved event planning, valued cultural exploration, and had married into a Japanese family. Multiple times - sometimes in the setting of a multicultural fair, at least once as a kind of class party (with celebratory takeout at the end) - she faced teaching large groups of children how to use chopsticks quickly and with as little cost and cleanup as possible.

Her answer was popcorn! It's edible, so you get the full motion down, and lightweight but large enough for less coordinated sticks to pinch. It has tons of nubbins to grab and widely varied shapes to experiment with. Specifically, we used air-popped kernels, without oil or toppings, so when it gets overzealously crushed or bounces away and gets missed by a broom, it's basically biodegradable styrofoam.

What I'm saying is, this is my mom's fault. Other than the choice to draw so many hands in one afternoon on the same day as the party, while also baking a snack. That's all me. This primer was delivered in the format of a tiny booklet (if you look up an "eight page zine" that's also a method I learned from my mom, to turn single-sided misprints into notepads), with fewer jokes and tips than I'd have liked because I simply did not have time to transcribe a hashi rest fold or hairstyle. But reformatted (for Mastodon) it looks fairly respectable.

Lengthy image descriptions and full poster format under the cut.

[ID: A title page reads "How to Use Chopsticks" in all caps. The words "without too much mess" are between two straight, orange lines, which start with round points at the left, evoking chopsticks, and end in flared shapes of a silhouetted splash on the right. Below the lower line are the words "by CJ Gladback." All the text is in black, the background is white but appears light orange due to a repeating geometric watermark pattern of CJ's logo in orange overlaid on the whole image; her handle on most sites is included once on each of the following spreads: @cjgladback

Next is the first spread of four illustrations with their instructions. On the left half of page are two line drawings of a right hand holding one and then two chopsticks, with the text, "The first stick rests on the side of your ring finger's nail and the flesh between your thumb and index finger. Your middle finger's pad holds it securely while it can slide against your thumb as your hand changes posture in use. The second stick is held between the knuckle of your thumb and the middle section of your index finger. This is the one you move to change angles; it may touch but doesn't really rest on the middle finger's tip." In orange, two arrows indicate the rest points for the first stick while small hashes emanate from the points pressed on the middle and ring fingertips and under the thumb's joint holding the top stick. On the right upper quadrant of the page is the text "Hold them close to parallel to scoop." A hand holds two sticks poked into a bowl of rice between the viewer and the palm; a series of parallel orange lines emphasize the space between the sticks. The remaining quadrant's text reads, "Press with your index finger to pinch firmly." This hand is holding an indistinct rounded shape in its chopsticks, with an orange arrow indicating the rotation of the index finger's tip to press the top stick's point toward the bottom's.

Next is the final spread of the pamphlet. The upper right text reads, "Practice with something medium sized and low mess like (air-popped) popcorn." A single piece of popcorn is held in disembodied chopsticks above a full popcorn bowl, with several kernels fallen to the surface below it. Text below reads, "Pick up your dishes to bring close to your mouth to scoop the harder to grab foods." An implied tilted bowl of food (fried rice or porridge with diced pieces) protrudes off the page, covering only the lower left corner. Close-up chopsticks have their points buried in the food and their lines fade out toward the right. The final black text, underlined by two orange chopstick shapes, reads, "but most of all, do what feels comfortable and eat well!" In orange in the lower right corner, the parenthetical "(and maybe knit a scarf)" is followed by a small orange drawing of a steaming bowl of noodles and sliced egg with a noodle line trailing toward two upward angled sticks with loopy hashes indicating knit fabric hanging from them.

The final image is the full booklet in its web format, with the three previous images from this post stacked vertically. Some orange lines have been added between what were pages in the print booklet, to aid reading flow. /end ID]

#straight up ripping my entire caption from instagram cause (as you can see) i wrote it in a blogging mood #cj gladback #zine #how to #gift ideas #chopsticks #hashi #food #artists on tumblr #illustration #hold up -- once I uploaded multiple photos #not all at once but by clicking the ''add another'' button #THEN i can mouse over to add alt text?#or did the feature just finally reach me?#in the middle of starting this post #why would this be more captionable than the single image version of this #or the accidentally misordered sequence of these same files if i add them all at once #i want to understand but i do not #i guess since the little alt boxes started showing up on mobile relatively recently i could try scrolling back through the official pages #see if there's a full explanation of all processes #would expect the crowd i follow to have already reblogged and celebrated/critiqued if there were one but maybe they were busy #...and then i tried using my previous alt text copy pasta'd in there and it took about half of the first and shortest description so #i know i'm wordy but in this case it really only does its job for people who can't see it with a ton of description #could make it shorter but it would be a lot of editing time for probably still not getting it clear under the character limit #so hey have a clunky read more anyway #yep i started just typing the text on the pages and made it halfway through the second sentence #i'll try to remember to not complain about the lack of desktop alt text only very specific factors of it now #also having the read more gives me the excuse to share the full poster version of this without worrying about it being less legible #depending on the screen you're viewing from #gallery

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