#fire veins… fire veins...

[starsreminisce]

Elucien sex scenes:

I don't believe their book will be as physically intense as Nessian's. Nessian, being a very active couple, both of them serving as generals in their respective armies.

I can think of six major moments:

An angry or intoxicated encounter, where they are caught up in heightened emotions, and control is somewhat fraught. I'm leaning towards angry because these two have a lot to be angry about.

Oral sex, with the added humor of Lucien being offended that Elain has never experienced it before, and Elain asking him for guidance. Their bond can conveniently serve as an excuse to teach each other. The humor arises from both of them momentarily forgetting who they're talking to.

Mutual masturbation through their bond, as their time together naturally leads to shared fantasies. The bond enhances their experience, and the intrigue lies in whether one or both of them are aware of it. The morning after, their blushes could reveal much, leaving me wondering why they didn't they just fucked.

Calanmai sex, using their bond as the last excuse for indulging their basic instincts. This could be reminiscent of that chapter in which Rhys introduced Feyre to the Hewn City Court. The question remains whether Lucien would initiate the Ceremony and Elain would display her territorial nature, or Tamlin might decide to go through with it, leaving Elucien drawn to the magic.

A version of the events in Chapter 54 and Chapter 55, tailored to their unique experiences. This would highlight the depth of Lucien's resilience and Elain's growing feelings for him, as she realizes the extent of his suffering.

The frenzy once they've officially mated, enjoying a honeymoon period before facing impending challenges.

And then, as fans, we may find ourselves deeply emotional for the last 100 pages, wishing that SJM had paced the story differently.

As an Elucien, I hope for a frequency of sex scenes on par with ACOSF. However, considering SJM’s approach of 'less is more' with Elucien, I suspect the level of intimacy in their book may resemble what we saw in ACOMAF, with a few moments at the beginning and the end, while the majority of their character development and relationship-building takes place in the middle.

[pangeen]

" Earth Veins " // © Bjorn Steinbekk

[sierrabravoecho]

The fact that Jaime no longer believes in honour or duty or loyalty or chivalry or even in the Gods but he believes in Brienne of Tarth so much

[shisasan]

Love is the oldest instinct, the first truth burned into blood and bone.

🜍 ⟡ ⟢

[enchantmen-was-taken]

It's such an obvious plot twist but I love it every time

[rcmclachlan]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by the amazing @leashybebes and @buckevantommy. thanks, y'all 😚

here's some more s3 lawsuit arc alt meeting au!

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"You'll be walking away from 6932 Chisholm Ave with a car that isn't remotely street legal." Dana takes a dainty sip of her wine, then tips the glass in Tommy's direction, a small smile pulling at her lips.

Tommy doesn't deny the accusation, just snickers and clinks his beer bottle lightly against her glass.

They don't have the same brand of closeness that Hen and Chim have, nor the bond born of being thrown into insane situations and coming out the other side together that he and Eddie have—had?—but there's something there; quieter, but no less strong. The familiar ease Tommy and Dana have with each other is palpable and time-worn. Maybe they're sleeping together.

Buck's jaw goes heavy and sour out of nowhere. It's probably because of the stupidly expensive bottle of Cantillon Kriek that Tommy'd foisted on him. Belgian beer just isn't his thing, even though he kind of digs the cherry aftertaste.

"Don't be the screen door on the guy's submarine, Dane," Meyers chimes in with a guffaw. "Maybe he wants his Jeep to break the sound barrier."

"You should start a business. 'Come for the autobody repair, stay for the illegal mods' could be the company tagline," Buck adds quickly, before Dana can mount a reply.

Over the rim of the wine glass, her sharp gaze slowly cuts pieces of him away to study under the dim light fixture hanging over the table. The thoughtful purse of her crimson mouth makes her look like she's laid his wings down against a shadowbox but isn't sure where to put the pins.

Buck tosses her a cheeky grin and takes a too-big pull of the Kriek, hoping he doesn't look like the tryhard he absolutely is.

"Getting your car to achieve Mach 2 is just one of the many services offered at Kinard LTD." Tommy says it like he's wearing a name tag affixed to a cheap tie while he's standing in a showroom with every car from the Fast & Furious franchise.

"Y-Yeah? That a guarantee?" Buck asks teasingly, swaying with a laugh when Benowitz lightly shoves him. "Or just fancy marketing?"

Tommy turns his head a little to the right, and since he and Buck are sitting so close it brings their faces mere inches from each other. They're practically breathing the same air.

Buck's fingers tighten around the neck of the bottle of Kriek until the chill of the glass disappears entirely against his palm. He really needs to switch to something lighter. The Kriek is too tart and it's making his throat dry as hell. He doesn't have any saliva in his mouth to ease the way.

With a conspiratorial grin, Tommy says, "Closest to flying you'll ever get without leaving the ground or your money back."

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tagging leashy and bo right back, plus @geddyqueer, @firehose118, @screamlet, @liminalmemories21, @setmeatopthepyre, @beanarie, @ambernotember, @apollabarnes, and @newtkelly

[agir1ukn0w]

sorry but snow is such a well written iconic villain and donald sutherland performs him so fucking good it's almost hilarious how i start practically foaming at the mouth every time the man opens his mouth to say something deplorable in those movies, like he's so utterly and despicably wrong about almost every crucial thing from katniss and peeta's relationship to human nature as a whole and yet the second he starts talking about how hope is the only thing stronger than fear and how you have to allow a little hope but control it so its spark doesn't grow into revolution and how it's the things we love the most that destroy us you bet your ass i am on the floor screaming crying throwing up because that is my psychotic mustache-twirling villain RIGHT THERE

[xghostwriter]

AUT VIAM INVENIAM AUT FACIAM. A STUDY IN: Writing, because it's the only thing to give his chaos space. He seeks adrenaline and danger to feel alive. He is raw, treats his Shelby like a beast made of glass, and shares his life with a Ghost he never wanted. His moral filter is grey, and he's not someone you go to for a good time - unless he's loyal to you.

⸻ #xghostwriter, an independent and selective portrayal of Vine Baskerville, original character, inspired by urban fantasy, mystery, crime and horror lore. Very private, sporadic activity, writes in german, irl faceclaim currently n/a. Experienced roleplayer, new to Tumblr. Open to crossovers and multiverses, singleshipped and affiliated with @the-grudqe. Character est. in 2016, revamped in May 2025, as written by Corvus. Mun is 30+, only interact if 21+

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[xinyuehui]

HOUSE OF THE HOT-HEADED ››› VEIN ﹢ XIA FEI ﹢ LIU XIAO

[teakosart]

Ace

[Dropping off another freckled boy picture]

[famouscyclenerd]

[drag0nalias0]

i just realised that in M!IK when people refer to Balam as the gargoyle theyre a probably saying that he is the gargoyle of Babyls in the sense he wards of evil like gargoyles on buildings not that his species is a gargoyle (demon)

[jjmorelikeotp]

"Bob gay awakening wenn Peter nach dem Surfen auf ihn zukommt " this und "Bob himmelt Fußball-sweaty Peter an" that. DIGGAH. WAS IST MIT MECHANIKER PETER DER IN EINEM TANKTOP UNTER EINEM WAGEN HERVORKOMMT UND VOLLER ÖL UND DRECK IST. WIESO REDEN WIR DA ALS SOCIETY NICHT DRÜBER. WIESO GIBT ES DA NEINE FANFIC. DER GUTE SHAW BRUDI KANN CANON AUTOS REPARIEREN UND NIEMAND GIBT IHM NEN OVERALL? Den er dann halb ausziehen und an der hüfte zusammenknoten kann??? What did he do to service this mistreatment. My beloved little 195 cm himbo. Justice for shaw.

[shisasan]

Maéna Paillet

[alexanderlightweight]

Hullo! I hope all is well in the household and I hope Nightshade is getting all the (undoubtedly well-deserved) scritches and nose boops they deserve! :)

I've been happily re-reading a lot of your fic recently - I *adore* your writing and the dynamic you create between Alec and Magnus. I don't care what the plot is- I'll read anything you write because I know the characterization is going to be *chef's kiss* amazing!

After your fantabulous sentinel/guide promptlet that just posted, I went to re-read 'fire in his veins', your sentinel/guide AU on a03, and omg this section in particular just made me stop and live in the moment before continuing (I hope that makes sense outside my head). >> He has no right to defend himself and they both know it.  

He would apologize, but he would have to mean it. He would have to be sincerely sorry and he isn’t.  

He stays silent.  

For the first time in his life he faces death and regrets that life might end.

There is a low snarl, an enraged noise and he closes his eyes.  Acceptance is in every line body as he relaxes to meet his fate and a hot, rough tongue catches across his cheek as it brushes away a tear he didn’t realize he’d shed.  <<

If you have the dreamling for anything more in the sentinel/guide AU, whether 'fire in his veins' or 'gladiolus', I would very much love to read it :)

(no preference on nsfw/sfw)

ty!! it seems to be a steadying time finally? maybe? I feel like every time I say that something bad happens lol so I hesitate

Nightshade is getting all of the cuddles and noseboops and treats and had been very spoiled as of late. I mean he's always spoiled but we found some beef cheek rolls he loves and they make him super happy and help with his teeth which is nice!

i hope you are doing well and well, here is a very rare pov, one i'm not sure i've done before but I might have. uh, so I realize it could have easily been missed. part of why it was so easy for Alec to detach from the clave is because currently, aldertree is in charge. aldertree just isn't a guide/sentinel and has no way of legally blocking a powerful sentinel from visiting a place technically in his territory. Alec is also technically in a very odd position because Aldertree needs him around but also can't give him too much power because then no one will actually listen to aldertree. so I hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

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heartbeat like fire

Aldertree reads the message and then the official file attached to it one more time before he sighs, sitting back at his chair and wondering just how he’s going to spin this latest outcome.  There aren’t many choices left to him and the more time that passes, the more his options become limited.

It would be one thing if he could cover it up, but Alec Lightwood didn’t just send his resignation to Aldertree, he sent it to the Clave pride and the Clave.

Worse, Aldertree knows they’ll blame him. Say that it’s his fault and that it’s his fault he lost the Clave a guide.

Especially once they find out that Lightwood’s a guide strong enough to bond with Magnus Bane.

The High Warlock of Brooklyn has been a pain in Aldertree’s ass since he got here, but now just took the one person who Aldertree’s unfortunately been relying on to actually run this hellhole.

Oh, the New York Institute is a fine place. Full of well-trained and capable shadowhunters, but it’s a beast to keep track of, run and also maintain the angelic core. Aldertree won’t stay here long term, but without Lightwood helping run the place, he’ll need reinforcements.

Except, Aldertree isn’t sure how much he’ll be able to get away with Lightwood leaving.

Already Aldertree has been fighting back a lingering headache since he got here and took over. But now, since what Aldertree assumes is the minute Lightwood cut his ties and left the Institute — it turned into a full blown migraine.

 Lightwood grew up in this Institute. 

Aldertree and several others in his research divisions have seen patterns and it's rare that nephilim children are fully raised in an Institute. It affects them, especially un-awakened or latent children.

However with the way the Lightwood punishment worked, someone with their name and blood had to stay with the Institute in order for any other’s to go back to Idris. That means that it was the eldest who was left, often and longer and longer and now, the signs are here.

For whatever reason, he’s fairly sure that  the angelic core latched onto Lightwood’s psionic energy.  Enough that it satiated it and also Lightwood then automatically shielded the rest of the Institute from the normal side-effects of such a powerful core  at the same time.

Aldertree wonders if the relationship between the two was symbiotic, or parasitic.

They both mean things different things regarding Lightwood’s power and Aldertree doesn’t like either option.

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With the rest of the world locked away, behind magick and psionic shields, Magnus sheds all his glamours and clothes.

He gets Alexander on his bed and pinned and then reality presses hard against him.

Despite the urge to bond, Magnus suddenly needs both himself and Alexander clean before they do.

Especially now that the Institute is a hostile territory and they’re both covered in scents from it. Even the bed will need to be changed with magic after they shower, their combined scents not enough to calm Magnus as he suddenly feels as if his territory has been invaded.

It’s always bothered Magnus, how Alexander smells like the Institute but now, he has reason to erase those scents. Preventing them from ever clinging to his boy again.

"You can you know."

Alexander is still pinned and his hands are gentle from where he's cradling Magnus' face between his palms.

"You can and should do whatever is going to make you feel the most settled. Protecting us both will only help you settle."

With permission he didn't need but desperately wanted from both Alexander and his own instincts, Magnus takes a moment to listen to Alexander's heartbeat.

It's soothing and steady and he focuses on that feeling as he moves the location of the loft and activates the war-level wards on the building they move to.

All evidence of their presence in the place they left is gone.

Magic turns the water on and Magnus wastes no time in pulling Alexander up from the bed through the room and directly under the spray and before he even asks, Alexander is plucking the soap up and lathering it.

He wastes no time in scrubbing himself down as if he wants to scrub the Institute away as well. It’s only because the sight is so mesmerizing that Magnus wastes long moments where he could be washing Alexander himself.

A moment later, he pulls Alexander’s hands away and replaces them with his own. The feeling of bubbles lathering on the skin of Alexander’s back is intoxicating and for a moment, Magnus gets lost in the way his callouses catch on scars and pass over smooth muscles.

Alexander’s breath hitches as Magnus pushes too hard on a deep bruise and Magnus apologies with a kiss and magic, further healing the tender muscle even as Alexander presses back into his touch.

AN:

i can't write bonding sex on the same section as victor aldertree apparently. I was going to but I was like... they need decontamination. clearly. btw not mentioned here but right now Cahya and Bela

i actually have to change the ending on ao3 a bit to fit this better because I realized Magnus would want them to be safe and protected before they bonded.