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Mood ♫ Black Atlass & Jessie Reyez - Sacrifice ♫
Yeah, we could call it love, or we could call it nothing
But you got what I want, so baby, give me something
Yeah, we could call it love, or we could call it nothing
But you got what I want, you know I do, too
These elk were running towards me, then they saw me and stopped.
I think they were keeping a short negotiation meeting where to go.
Soon they turned to the left.
.... somebody's got to go in and tell us how cold it is.
Have a whacky Wednesday, or a thilly Thursday if you're in the Southern Hemisphere.
" One moment my friend , the mystical artifact you had me retrieve
cost me the life of one of my men , the price has gone up."
"You failed to mention it was a dark object and quite dangerous" said MR. Crow
After many hours of negotiation (haggling), we finally came to terms. This process reminded me a lot of NHL club negotiations with their players' agents. In this case, however, no agents were involved. He was quite adept at stating his case. What you see at the bottom of his feet is the bonus he received for signing on the dotted line.
Vulture-in-residence involves his making himself freely available for shots for which I choose the timing. That way perfect lighting conditions can be guaranteed.
The reason for this shot is that in the previously taken shot (before signed contract) his neck was not visible. Not sure that this is all that important but for documentary purposes we should have that on record.
A squirrel clings to the side of a tree like it’s halfway through deciding whether you’re worth trusting or just worth ignoring. Sunlight catches the edge of its tail, turning the fur into a soft halo against the rough, textured bark. The white chest and belly pop against the darker tones, giving the whole frame a clean, high‑contrast look that feels both wild and intimate.
The shallow depth of field isolates the squirrel perfectly, blurring the background into soft greens and browns so every whisker, claw, and patch of fur becomes the story. It’s a classic Florida backyard wildlife moment, elevated by tight framing and timing that catches the animal in that split second of stillness before it bolts.
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Tofu and his cousin Filou often seem to share secrets. I'm not sure if I would really like to know what they are talking about. Sometimes ignorance is bliss ...
A pair of royal terns appear to be negotiating over a fish (in the male's beak) and what could follow. Will she or won't she? Stay tuned!
Taken at Fort De Soto in Florida.
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In the busy market of Rasheed, Egypt, a courier waits with his horse-drawn cart while a conversation unfolds around him.
I don't know what was being negotiated that day. What caught me was the moment itself — the people, the horse, the cart and the quiet concentration of everyone involved.
A small piece of everyday life, caught in the middle of the story.
… almost rescued the Roman world from the depredations of Commodus’s megalomania.
Unfortunately, state finances proved to be in an even worse state than expected by his co-conspirators.
Failed negotiations with the Pretorian Guard about the donative they were promised for support lead to guards murdering him and putting the Purple for auction !
This may or may not be him actually. There’s still a lot of scholarly argument going on over his representation.
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"No refunds for rain damanged goods."
"Wait, what?"
I'm showing you what's possible with an old, broken emergency laptop and Gimp (my main computer died) so photography in SL isn't impossible, just more...challenging. I crashed several times trying to take this as my potato objected to the shadows.
Its actually a great week for RPers in SL - Fantasy Fair is now open with many sims to explore. Several of the Engine Room creators are present too.
Fantasy Fair 2024: Building a World Without Cancer Store List/TP's
Engine Room is closing soon. More details and previews here
Featuring:
⦿ SOMNIUM - - Thief's Plunder Set (fatpack)
At the Engine Room Event March/April 2024
Creator's Flickr
⦿ toksik - Modest Dress (This dress shows the feet, we made it more historical by lowering it - many colour options available)
At the Engine Room Event March/April 2024
Creator's image
⦿ Raven Bell - Starling Hair (Many colour options available)
At the Engine Room Event March/April 2024
Creator's Flickr
⦿ [CABALPIER] - Antique Carpet Stack (in different shades)
At the Engine Room Event March/April 2024
Creator's Flickr
⦿ LVL9 - Royal Game of Ur (On the table - this is a working, playable game)
At the Engine Room Event March/April 2024
Creator's Flickr
⦿ *Arts & Gear* - Crash Objects[Vol.1] (attackable and breakable decor for RP and fights!)
At the Engine Room Event March/April 2024
Creator's image
⦿ Volkstone - Alex Facial Hair
⦿ ROZOREGALIA - BJYAN*NECKLACE
⦿ Game Wylder - Leaf Umbrella
Backdrop buildings:
⦿ Del-ka Aedilis - House Guthrum C/M - Summer
Fantasy Fair 2024
Additional clutter by Apple Fall and 8f8.
Some items used in decor are not available anymore :(
Head: LeLUTKA AARON 4.0
Head: LeLUTKA Lake Head 3.1
Legacy Athletic & LaraX bodies
Shapes our own.
Poses my own.
Love Negotiation’ on Scollard Street by Gillie and Marc. Dogman and Rabbitgirl share a few minutes over coffee. They too are outside are are socially distanced… or perhaps they have been isolating together are have escaped their tiny downtown condo for a bit of fresh air. ” Rabbitgirl and Dogman invite the world to sit with them symbolically at their Table and take the first step to understanding and loving each other. The sculpture is where we sit, discuss, and solve problems. The world has reached a crisis where our differences are causing hatred and division.”
Venturing into the sandswept terrain of the Empire of Khadim was a long and treacherous journey, spanning countless miles from my homeland within the icy highlands of Vyrrth. The relentless sunlight that bore down upon me was a sharp contrast to the world I had known—snow-laden peaks and dark spruce forests that formed the Vyrran frontier.
I had been dispatched as an escort, tasked with accommodating a local diplomat who was bound for negotiations with a faction of freedom fighters in Khadim. These warriors chose to forsake their previous duties associated with the dominant imperial military force and its prevailing school of thought, known as the Emperor’s Fist. Where the Fist regime enforced the will of their distant and merciless ruler, the splinter group chose another path. Formed from remnants of the imperial ranks, the band of rebels rebranded themselves as the Keshai’i—a name borrowed from the capital state, which they had self-appointed to their militia as both symbol and defiance, declaring their hopes for a future of freedom to be forged from the Empire’s own bones.
Although Khadim’s influence stretched far and wide across the nation, empires of such vast scale cast shadows where authority can begin to fray. Upon our arrival at their outpost—a small, debilitated watchtower on the outskirts of the land—I instructed the diplomat to hang back while I made a first impression, though the fashion in which I was greeted proved to be a mixed bag. It was in this way that I came to realize the Keshai’i are not a unified group; while cooler heads may see the potential value in an alliance with our nation, seeking peace and legitimacy, others are far more protective of the movement and actively seek revenge against Khadim.
As for the faction leader, Nomasir—easily identifiable in all black, sporting striped, claw-like markings on his armour cast in blood—he seemed to desire a show of force: a demonstration of strength and resolve from both sides. To that end, he gave his own people the choice to strike, issuing no direct order of his own, but granting them the freedom to act of their own volition.
Me: "But Babe, I Don't Feel Like Eating Pussy Tonight."
Rhama: "Aw, C'mon...I'll Just Put In The Clit."
Ants in negotiation. Ants can lift 10-50 times their body weight. I noticed flowers moving on the pavement, They were carried by a few tiny ants,
USS Goldsmith, NCC-1979, Overture class starship.
Designed and built for exploration with a specialisation in first contact missions, the crew of the USS Goldsmith opened negotiations with several new civilisations that went on to become members of the Federation.
After intense negotiations, he has signed… he is still struggling to recover, his shirt half-open, his skin marked by my kisses, and my panties between his fingers as a souvenir. My proper suit plays with appearances: bold slit, controlled allure, sharp elegance. Businesswoman or predator ? I’m sometimes accused of mixing work and pleasure. Maybe… But the results are here: contract signed, client satisfied, and me… without panties, but terribly satisfied. 💄💋😏
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Happy accident here: Dark axe against light legs, Light knife against dark legs - that makes the shot for me.
By now my kids take it for granted when they see me with a knife or an axe. "Mom must be doing another self portrait..." It still makes my husband nervous though.