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illustratus · 7 months
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The Abduction of Proserpine by Ulpiano Checa
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escuerzoresucitado · 6 months
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romegreeceart · 1 month
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Gnathian kantaros
* 350-270 BCE
* Medelhavsmuseet, Stockholm
Stockholm, November 2023
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rookthorne · 10 months
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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭
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Playing innocent with Bucky never worked — it didn’t mean you wouldn’t try, not when the payoff was precisely what you craved.
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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✰ 1.7k
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✰ Fluff, Possessive!Feral!Bucky and his absolutely fucking filthy mouth ჻჻჻ SMUT: Fingering (F receiving), innapropriate use of a motorcycle seat ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, ring
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ✰ Who knew I would ever type that warning, huh? ✰ I have missed my Biker!Bucky, so here he is, back with a vengeance.
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ✰ Break My Baby by KALEO
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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ✰ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 1 — "What should I wear?" — Masterlist
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𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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Wearing the coveted leather kutte that belonged to Bucky wasn’t something taboo, per se. Sure, you had made him wear it during certain moments, it was a weakness – you couldn’t help it; being the one to reap the rewards of Bucky being in control was something to sing to the heavens about. 
But, wearing only his kutte, with his favourite burgundy Henley that rested and brushed against your thighs as you made morning coffee? You would get more than a reward that you were fucking sure of. 
The quiet tink of the coffee mugs hitting the countertop echoed through the kitchen, and you started to hum quietly as you gathered ingredients for breakfast – pancakes and bacon, Bucky’s favourite. 
“Well, well,” Bucky rasped, voice thick with sleep, and you jumped. The fridge door closed with a slam, and you stood facing Bucky – grey sweatpants low on his hips and arms crossed across his chest, all whilst leaning on the damn doorway. “What do we have here?”
“Nothing,” you blurted, the kutte on your back suddenly cumbersome and warm. “I’m making coffee. Do you want breakfast?”
Bucky shook his head, still staring you down – the heat in his gaze pinned you where you stood. “I was plannin’ on taking you out today, sweetheart,” he said, brows furrowing as if he was considering something. “But, I have one problem. D’you know what that is, baby?”
Slowly, you shook your head, biting your lip. The action didn’t go unnoticed, and Bucky just stared at your lips as you spoke, “No, what is it, babe?”
Darkened eyes met yours, and you suppressed a shiver. “My kutte,” Bucky began. Your heart stuttered as he stepped forward, gesturing at your clothed chest. “It’s currently on the sexiest woman walkin’ this fuckin’ earth, and she isn’t sittin’ on my bike. You see how that’s a problem now, sweetheart?”
Heaven above, help me, you prayed, looking down at your fidgeting hands. “N-No, I don’t see–”
“Oh, baby girl, don’t play dumb with me just yet,” Bucky purred. Heat pooled low in your stomach, and you took a slight step back, but he only neared closer, ignoring the way you shifted in place – you hated how he broke down your defences so fast. “Look me in the eye, sweetheart.”
You did, and you whimpered. The blazing stare turned your insides to lava, scorching and writhing. Helplessly, you stood rooted to the spot as Bucky grabbed your chin to tilt your face up. “Say it, go on. I’m waitin’.”
“I see the problem,” you mumbled, and Bucky smirked. 
“And what is it, sweetheart?” Bucky cooed. “What is my problem?”
“I’m not sitting on your bike.”
Bucky’s bright grin blindsided you, and you shuffled your feet, only just keeping a whine in your throat. “Atta girl, and you know how we can fix that?” You shook your head in his grip. “Get your ass into that garage and stand next to my bike, baby. Do not take off my kutte.”
You scampered into the garage as Bucky moved to lean on the counter to watch you go. Breathe – in and out, in and out; you soothed yourself. The black and gold Indian loomed as you opened the door, and you padded over to it – only realising just now how big the seat was. 
The door suddenly slammed, and you looked up. Bucky was stalking towards you with a wolfish grin. “Good girl.” The lack of keys in his hand made you nervous, you opened your mouth to speak, but Bucky cupped your face in his hands. “Don’t you worry ‘bout a damn thing, baby girl.” He pulled away and swung a leg over the frame, sitting comfortably astride his chariot; however, he was sitting further back than what he would do if he were to ride.  
Confused, you furrowed your brows. “Wha-”
“No,” Bucky interrupted, pointing at the space between his thighs. “Sit down.”
You blanched. There would be just enough room for you to fit, and your bare thighs would sit just as Bucky’s did when sitting properly in his seat. “But-”
“Do as you’re told, sweetheart,” Bucky growled, patting the seat. “Sit the fuck down.” 
You hastened to lift your leg up and over, and Bucky smiled softly, guiding you to sit comfortably and resting his hands on your waist to settle you in place – bare and on the leather seat of his Indian. The thought alone made you quietly keen. “Was that so hard, baby?”
“No,” you mumbled, and Bucky hummed, running his hands up and down your sides over the leather of his kutte. “What’re you doi-”
“Shh,” Bucky hushed. The cool metal of his rings against your hip startled you. “Just listen to me, alright?” You nodded. Thoughts had started to turn into molasses – Bucky had hardly done anything, and you were pliant, just how he liked it. 
“‘M gonna need you to hold the handlebars, sweetheart,” Bucky mumbled, his breath hot on your neck before he trailed open mouthed kisses from your shoulder to your ear. “Go on, baby.”
“Bucky, please, I- I need-” You tried, fumbling to grab hold of the handlebars when Bucky’s hand cupped your breast over his Henley. 
“I know what you need, baby girl,” Bucky breathed, “c’mon, do as you’re told.”
“Oh,” you moaned as Bucky’s hand squeezed, the other trailing to your lower stomach. The handlebars were cold in your grip, starkly contrasting with the fire consuming you. “Please.”
“I like hearing you beg for me, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured. The cold bite of his rings against your inner thigh made you whimper. “But ‘m feelin’ generous today, you see? I wake up to seein’ my everythin’ paradin’ around the kitchen in nothin’ but my Henley and my kutte. Do you know what that did to me, baby girl?”
You trembled in his hold and squeaked when his palm resting on your stomach pulled you closer, and you felt his hard cock against your lower back. “That’s what you do, baby.”
“Please,” you breathed. The ache had settled between your thighs, and you glanced down at the seat to find a small patch of slick. Bucky clicked his tongue. 
“Can’t have my girl hurtin’, can I?” Bucky mused. The pressure on your hips increased, and you sighed; the feel of Bucky’s fingers circling towards your cunt made you shiver. “Remember,” he warned, voice low in your ear, “you let go of those handlebars, I stop–you don’t want that, do you, sweetheart?”
“No, I don’t- Just, please, touch me, Bucky!”
“So sweet,” Bucky purred, tucking his face into your neck. “Hold on now, baby girl.”
The first graze of Bucky’s fingers on your clit made you cry out, you tried to move back against him, but he held you fast – the heat seeping from his chest and through the leather of his kutte to your back became suffocating. “Fuck, Bucky- ohmygod,” you gasped as he applied more pressure. 
“So wet for me, sweetheart, fuck,” Bucky mumbled. His grip around your middle tightened, and you heaved for breath. “Stay still for me, baby; I know you can. Lemme just,” he continued, his movements practised and thorough in their exploration. His fingers pushed achingly slow into your cunt, and you moaned aloud, only to keen loudly when he curled them. “There we go, good girl.”
Unbeknownst to you – unable to think nor feel anything but the incessant touch of Bucky’s fingers, your fingers started slipping from the handlebars while you squirmed. The abrupt stop in his movements pulled a whine from your lips. “Ah, ah, you know the rules, baby,” Bucky scolded, pressing into your back and pushing you closer to the damn handlebars. 
You cried and groped for the now hot rubber of the accelerator and brake. “That’s it, sweetheart,” Bucky soothed. “Here we go.”
The litany of cries pulled from your lips as Bucky started his rhythm in earnest would have embarrassed you. Still, here you were, trapped against his chest while wearing his kutte, and making a mess of his seat. 
“You look so beautiful, baby girl,” Bucky breathed, moving his arm to tilt your head back with his hand. You felt so enclosed in his grip, and you moaned in response, at a loss of words with his fingers pumping in and out of your cunt. “I think I can get you to cum a lot faster than this, don’t you think?”
“Oh, god- Yes, I need more-” You babbled, and Bucky chuckled darkly. 
“I know you do, sweetheart.” Time froze when Bucky moved his wrist and angled his hand, the change of pressure making you gasp. “You don’t hold back on me, baby; I want you to fuckin’ soak my bike.”
Bucky’s ringed and tattooed fingers pumped so fast in and out of your cunt that the sounds echoed off the garage walls. “Fuck!” You cried, trying to twist away from the onslaught, the pressure becoming unbearable. “Bucky!”
“Handlebars,” Bucky snapped, and you sobbed, gripping them for dear life again. “You wanna cum, baby? You close for me?” Your fervent nod only served to make Bucky growl, a low rumble in his chest. “You don’t know how fuckin’ hard you make me wearing my kutte, fuck, baby girl, cum for me; I need you to fuckin’ cum.”
“Bucky! Don’t stop, oh fuck- Ah!” You could have sworn Bucky went faster, his grip only becoming tighter and forcing you to sit still. “Don’t stop! I’m-”
Bucky groaned, moving his thighs to cradle yours. “Be a good girl; give it to me, c’mon.”
The tension snapped – violent in its waves, and you screamed, writhing in Bucky’s grip while he continued to pump his fingers in and out, curling them to ride out your release. “Tha’s it, sweetheart, god fucking damn, fuck, baby girl,” he rambled, his voice barely audible over the roar of blood in your ears. “S’good for me, perfect.”
Shudders gripped your body while you came down, quiet whimpers and heavy pants for breath, second most to the coos of praise from Bucky behind you, his hand now splayed on your stomach over his Henley, the other holding you close to his chest. “Oh my god,” you huffed.
Bucky laughed. “You alright?”
“Y-Yeah, what the fuck possessed you?” You asked, resting back in a slump, letting him take your weight. 
“I told you,” Bucky murmured, kissing the side of your head. “You look fuckin’ sexy in my kutte–next time, I want you in nothin’ but my kutte.”
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⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁
⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁
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worldhistoryfacts · 2 months
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Here's the chariot of Ramses II, from a temple carving glorifying his “victory” at Kadesh, with horses depicted at a gallop so fast they might as well be flying:
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Much more on the battle of Kadesh here:
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marysmirages · 11 months
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Age of Heroes (Tempera version 2023)
Illustration for Homer's Iliad. War Cariot of Achilles and Patroclus.
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thesilicontribesman · 16 days
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Iron Age Cartwheels, Newstead, The National Museum of Scotland, Edinburgh
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collapsethevillain · 23 days
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Brs fandom? Brs fandom are you alive?
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dagda-the-doodler · 4 months
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Chariot! We may not know much about you, but you do have a badass name I can base a power armor design around!
My completionism is showing, isn't it?
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yebreed · 3 months
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Canopy Chariot From The Emperor Qinshihuang Mausoleum
Qin dynasty chariot, unearthed from the burial pit on the west side of the Qinshihuang Mausoleum (秦始皇陵) in Lintong, Shaanxi.
The life-size painted chariot is 317 cm long and 106.2 cm high. Exhibited in the Emperor Qinshihuang's Mausoleum Site Museum (秦世皇黃陵博物院).
Vintage photos of the excavation and restoration:
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xt1me · 1 year
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Major Arcana Tarot gifs
After finishing the 12 days of cinemagraph-mas I wanted to do more cinemagraph but was lacking inspiration on what to do.
I eventually decided to try and do a Tarot card. I didn't know which one to do so I decided to do all the Major Arcana.
Then I decided to just do all of them and post them all at the same time.
Thanks to wikipedia for having pictures of all the Rider–Waite set.
Wands Cups Swords Pentacles
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illustratus · 28 days
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Aurora and Cephalus - (French Neoclassical School, Circa 1810)
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ancientorigins · 8 months
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The discovery of the perfectly preserved grave of a 3,000-year-old charioteer in Siberia is a historic revelation, showing that the revolutionary war machine was used in the area far earlier than previously thought!
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romegreeceart · 3 months
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Athena mounting a four-horse chariot
Mersenaki
Ca. 510-460 BCE
Medelhavsmuseet, Stockholm
Stockholm, November 2023
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յգշօ’𝔰 ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔢.
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worldhistoryfacts · 2 months
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The earliest chariot-like vehicle that we see represented in art appears on the Standard of Ur, made in Sumeria around 2600 BCE. On the bottom panel of its “War” side (there’s also a “Peace” side), there are four-wheeled war-carts pulled by onagers, a kind of wild donkey.
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Much more on the history of the chariot:
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