Favorite Costume Caps: 59/∞
wallacepolsom

Stranger Things

izzy's playlists!

sheepfilms

★
Jules of Nature

shark vs the universe
Mike Driver
Xuebing Du

JVL

PR's Tumblrdome
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Janaina Medeiros
🪼
will byers stan first human second
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from Indonesia

seen from Australia

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Israel

seen from Germany
seen from Canada
seen from Taiwan
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from T1
seen from United States
@skysailsrp
Favorite Costume Caps: 59/∞

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
books i read in 2016:
persuasion, by jane austen (+ review)
“you pierce my soul. i am half agony, half hope.”
medical supplies found aboard wreck of blackbeards flagship
Earlier this year, marine archaeologists recovered medical equipment from the Queen Anne’s Revenge, flagship of the pirate Blackbeard, which lies in shallow water on a sandbar at the Topsail Inlet in North Carolina. The artifacts, combined with historical records, show that the infamous buccaneer had to keep his crew in fighting shape.
Read more…
A few open characters for adoption! For more information click here.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
A few open characters for adoption! For more information click here.
POLDARK REWATCH MEME: 1/8 episodes
I lost sight of something. I came in search of it. Having found it, I’m going home.
The Bound Wolf
He did not wish to part from the wolf, the warmth of his skin and the sweet rich scent of the earth pulled him in just as much as he wanted to give. Gale could feel the very warmth of the man beneath him, and yet he knew that they both wanted nothing more than the winter. They both hated it here didn’t they? Surrounded by air that was green and a sky that wasn’t forgiving. Where his days were his nights and his nights his day, Nightingale didn’t get out in the sun long enough other than to burn and no matter how much he powdered his face he couldn’t cover the light dusting of freckles atop his cheeks or over the thin bird-like bones of his shoulders. This man needed this escape and he could feel it in his hands as he explored what skin he could before releasing the man who gave his consent with a little nod. How long had it been since this Knight knew of the services of another soul who was just as wild as the wind as he yet instead of through the trees or the wild of the woods, he explored the depths of pleasure and found just where the soul needed set free. “I will just be a few minutes,” He handed the man his drink again and refilled it once more. Gale didn’t know anything about his client, this was a new one to the Rose period--what were his fantasies? What were his fears? Did he like the pleasure or the pain? Both? Gale slipped back behind a screen and studied his choices, before realizing how nervous he was. He gave his face a once over in the little mirror and his heart sank at how tired he had let himself look this night, but he hadn’t stopped reading long enough to refresh. Stilling his shaken hands he made way for the fantasy. Tonight his armor would be made up of wild things and iron things, chainmail that decorated one shoulder with little bells and tiny crystals to adorn it as though to signal his royalty. His braid already in place, it wasn’t tight nor was it so hard to undo, but he weaved up through it bits of leather strap with little beads carved from bones. A circlet of iron chain and silver leaves rest atop his head like a crown and fell over his forehead as though connecting him with another world. He wore the braces of a slave, the ankle decorations of a goddess, and the bells of a gypsy. Upon his skin he made quick work of the warpaint, white and clean, he placed a little line across his face and dotted them. Lines of war and lines of a battle crossed down his neck. He dressed in light fabrics that held low on his hips and let the chain be his only cover. “Fenrir, means He Who Dwells in the Marshes.” Gale slipped from the screen to rejoin his companion, his hands holding a little bowl still with the crushed shell white paint and wolf pelt over one arm. “He is the son of Loki and the giantess Angrboða,” Gale often went on with little bits of information to calm both his nerves and that of his companion. He had an extensive education and plenty of time to read between clients, “ The gods did their best to bind him, three times they tried. It was foretold that he would be the death of Odin, and they wished not for him to destroy the nine worlds.” Through the door he led the man to where there was a small set of stairs that led up to his stage. The high glass ceilings and hanging lights that were the wilds of his orrery, his map of the stars and the alignment of planets not yet discovered. As he led him in he couldn’t help the way he followed the lines of Colin’s scars with great study, though careful not to let the man see that he was studying them. They were not pleasurable marks and he committed that to memory. He did not wish to wake inside him his nightmares and past tortures, but perhaps the man could use a release from them. The throne with its angled back waited patiently for them and Gale led Colin there and after he spread out the pelt he extended his hand to have the man seat himself upon it.
Read the thread: Here
Boom! Two years in the making!
http://skysails.jcink.net/index.php?act=idx
New look! Come check out the amazing new skin that was a gift for Lily! Thank you to all who helped make that happen and your hard work on it!
Click here for the rest!

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Ocean motifs at Valentino Spring 2015 RTW
18+ Historical RP Seeks: a ship's Carpenter, a Druggist(Pharmacist), and a Governess
Carpenter Aboard La Tempete: Age 27-34, Race: (French-Quadroon), PB Suggested: Jesse Williams, Contact: Livie A member of the free people of color, he is a carpenter’s son. He is also a quardoon, who’s father was the hired to do work on his employer hearing of his workman’s reputation in the spirit of good will and Christian charity. Needless to say the father regrets what was done, though he loves his son as nothing else. The boy stayed with his mother until the age of 9 when it was arranged he would stay with his father. Grandfather claimed it was because he needed an education, and a position within the guild was a good thing to have. Besides, he wasn’t paying for his daughter’s bastard. It was one thing for him to conceive one, but her? It was an inequality he felt going from the natural born son of a plantation to a man of the working class. But it was to inequality he was born with flesh like his father. While his grandfather still provides some support to his efforts to rise from afar? It is on his father’s recommendation that he takes a position as the Carpenter of the new privateer vessel for Saint Domingue, given he has a good record to back him as a ship’s carpenter. While his parents never ended up together, his life with his father was one of good work. He has that reputation of his father’s to uphold, and the chance to prove himself. Brown skin or not, his hands are excellent.
Beatrix Garnier, Druggist/Apprentice to Yasmeen, mid-30s, widowed, PB: Lotte Verbeek
Beatrix Garnier is Dutch and born in the Netherlands. Her background in that regard is yours to decide. However, it should suit with the following: Beatrix is a skilled and talented pharmacy/druggist and was formerly married to a Frenchman, Pierre-Joseph, that was a surgeon. Between both of them they were a talented pair. They never had any children(at least not that lived to maturity/adulthood) so you’re free to decide what happened there. They were both also Girondists. Her husband died when they took part in the Storming of the Bastille on July 14th, 1789 and she was lucky to escape with her life. Afterward, unable to deal with her grief, she came to Saint-Domingue to live with Yasmeen Moreau. Being close friends of Yasmeen, and her former husband, they taught Yasmeen a good deal of medical knowledge. Beatrix and Yasmeen have been close friends since first meeting, almost like sisters, with a lot in common. However, since coming to Moreau House, Beatrix has not been acting herself due to grief; mostly staying around the house and assisting there where needed if not hidden away in her room. Only recently has she started to act herself again. Occasionally assists Yasmeen with patients; also helping Yasmeen in the training/teaching of her youngest daughter.
—- — — Janvier, 25-28, governess, unmarried; no family, PB: Carey Mulligan Mademoiselle Janvier was born in France to a father who was a Professor of Theology and Literature at the Université de Poitiers and a mother who was the youngest daughter of an English noble family that lost her nobility, and any title, for marrying below herself though she did not care. They made a comfortable life for themselves in Poitiers, but they moved to New Orleans when Janvier was around 11-years-old. While her brothers had futures plotted out that they seemed content with, Mademoiselle Janvier wanted more than just to marry someone. She wanted to travel, to learn, to teach and so her parents obliged in teaching her more than some parents taught their daughters which eventually lead to her helping teach her father’s pupils as he was a school teacher. Eventually she’d slowly take on her own students as well with her father supervising. She taught only the children of one family in England before her father wrote to her speaking of an old family acquaintance of her mother’s that was in need of a Governess for his children, recommended as well by an acquaintance she knew(Charlotte Moreau Heusé) who was the Baron’s Aunt, and so she found herself in early March arriving in Port de Paix, Hispaniola and taking a room at Maison des Fleurs Peintes: the home of the Baron de Moreau to become governess to his three children, the twin girls Marie-Jeanne and Margaret and the young son Charles. Everything else for Janvier is up to you. Why they moved, if her father does anything beyond teach, what her mother does/if she does anything, etc. She has been mentioned in several threads, please ask me for the links, but otherwise not much has been done with her. She will however have much in the way of possible connections for plotting. It is important to note that as a governess she is not considered a servant.
Note: More can be found on the bottom two characters here. Some have been used in an NPC-ish capacity in threads as necessary since they are integral to characters/plots. Please send any questions to me(Tabs) on the forum via PM(just register an OoC account). They have plots and connections so you won’t be coming in without them or have issues finding play for them. Skysails is an 18+ historical roleplay set in Saint-Domingue, Hispaniola. Currently we are in the year 1790, we are in Spring(March-May) though currently not allowed to post beyond April 9th due to a big plot called The Storm which is all sorts of fun. Our forum is Jcink premium.
the boat and ocean was originally a old dictionary
Sailing, sailing ‘oer the bounding main.
And all from one fucking episode.
In search of a crew!

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
I may be cosseted but I’m not a fool.