#glass burner

[queerdiazs]

snippet sunday

hi friends, i'm gonna share something i've shared before because i LIKE it a lot + buck being a demanding bossy bottom is sooo good (but pls dw eddie gets his turn at being a sloppy silly bottom too and he's SO hot for it)

anyway this is nsfw

“Buck, baby. I want to ask you something.”  Buck nods wildly, knocking his nose against Eddie’s in his fervor. “Fuck and talk at the same time.” He reaches down and grabs hold of Eddie’s ass with both hands, squeezing and pinching as he lifts his hips up to fuck himself on Eddie’s cock. “C’mon, Eds. Be a—a good boy for me. Fuck me—fuck me please.”  Bubbles of static electricity swarm Eddie, springing from each point of contact between them and ricocheting to every untouched inch of his body. He drops down heavily, blanketing Buck’s body with his own, and fucks hard and sloppy and eager. Buck muffles a hiccuped moan against the scruff of Eddie’s cheek, breathy and pitched high. Eddie grins, mollified.   “Like that, baby?”  “Yeah,” Buck grunts, panting against Eddie’s cheek. He wraps his legs around Eddie’s waist, kicking him closer and deeper with his heels, and meets Eddie’s thrusts with little ones of his own. “Yeah, fuck, like that. Just like that.”  Eddie finds Buck’s lips, eating the mewls that fall from Buck’s mouth. It’s little sobs of too-good, too-sharp pleasure; a staccato of breaths that get stuck in his chest on each withdraw and shoved out on every thrust forward. Eddie’s so deep inside Buck—he can feel himself, right up in Buck’s guts, beneath the muscle and fat of Buck’s tummy where his prick’s at, twitching from friction and sensation.  “Buck,” he says, smearing Buck’s name all along Buck’s cheek and throat and chin. They’re so wet, so sweaty, that Buck can’t get a good grip on his back to scratch his nails in without slipping. “Buck, baby. Marry me. Please marry me.”  Beneath him, Buck’s body jolts. “Goddamn, Eddie,” Buck swears, but it kind of feels like a benediction, a prayer sweeter than any he’s every heard. Buck cradles his cheeks in both hands and sucks on his tongue, loud and free in his pleasure. He laughs like sunshine. “No.” 

i was tagged by @hippolotamus, @try-set-me-on-fire, @callaplums, @thewolvesof1998, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @exhuastedpigeon, @honestlydarkprincess, @jesuisici33, @wikiangela, and @daffi-990 mwaH MWAH

and i'm tagging @watchyourbuck, @eddiediaztho, @fortheloveofbuddie, @callmenewbie, and whoever else wants to share consider yourself tagged 🫶🏼

[mysunfreckle]

My main inspirations for the Alchemist's Lab:

17th century paintings

Disney's Snow White

[lilyharvord]

RQ Rare Pair Week 2

It's bad, but I didn't have much time to write. I saw the prompt and immediately thought of my babies so here they are. Listen I know it's really bad, but it's honest work XD. Here's NikxCoriane doing their best with my poor writing skills right now. @nortaeventcouncil

The subtle wind off the coast blew the heavy scent of salt and the faint whisper of a storm brewing into the hovel that Nikolas had been huddling in for close to three hours now. They had picked this spot because it had the least amount of visual interference, and the auditory device they were testing seemed to work best when it was pointed directly at its counterpart in the room. However, it meant he was forced to deal with the wind and now the rain when it undoubtedly came. Tugging his dark mask up higher and hunching his shoulders a little more to keep his body heat centralised, he whispered, “All this and for what?”

“You mean you don’t enjoy listening to a senator have a saucy affair?” Came a voice from above him before he heard the light sound of feet landing behind him. He glanced over his shoulder at the shadow that detached itself from the wall off the alcove as it slowly unwrapped the rope from around its wrist. 

Nik frowned under his mask as that shadow slowly approached, and then forced his eyes away and back at the window that was glowing. At least the horrific sounds he had heard coming from that room had stopped. But the light had not gone out yet, which meant that the senator was still awake, and he could at any moment say exactly what they needed to hear. 

The smell of delicious, warm rabbit stew hit him like a truck and sent him reeling. His stomach growled so loudly, he heard her laugh as she offered the bowl to him. “Sorry it took so long. You would be surprised to know how long it takes to get this stuff.” 

Taking the warm bowl in his hands he inhaled deeply and then exhaled a little louder. “I suppose I can find a way to forgive you.” He smiled at her under the mask, and in the dark her amber eyes crinkled with a smile too and she slowly pulled down her mask and brought her bowl up to her lips. He watched her throat bob as she swallowed and he turned his burning face away. The dream he’d had last night as they were travelling via the train here coming to him in full force. When he’d woken up next to her and felt her chest rising and falling against his side he had thought only of the way her breath had sounded in his ear as he’d run his hands up her sides in the dream. And now, huddled in this hovel with barely enough space to be separated from her, it was becoming a serious problem. 

A shadow passed in front of the window and Nik perked up a bit at the sight before whispering, “here we go.” 

“It’s the mistress leaving.” Coriane whispered as she sipped at her soup. 

“And you know that because?”

“Because I saw his wife returning as I was coming back here.” She replied as she leaned back against the wall and stretched her legs out a bit. He glanced back at her before slowly pulling his mask down and forcing himself to lean back and take a sip of the soup. He tried to stifle the groan that slipped past his lips but the warmth from the soup spilled down his throat and he couldn’t help it then. He saw her eyes dilate the slightest bit at the tail end of the noise, and her lips hover over the rim of her soup as she darted her eyes slightly in his direction and then back to the window. 

He swallowed thickly and to break the silence, he took another sip and then asked, “Have your parents written?” 

She shook her head, and then scuffed the heel of her boot on the stone before saying, “No, but they’ll write when they have time.” 

He nodded slowly and sipped at his soup again. Next topic then. “Do you think we’ll actually get anything from this?” He set his mostly empty bowl aside and checked the read on the audio device. The waveforms moved slowly as a conversation carried out in the room. He turned a dial and the warble of the senator’s voice as he conversed with another woman. From the little he was paying attention to, it was just small talk about his day. 

The first drop of rain fell, hitting him on the nose, the second drop landed on his forehead as he looked up. Within seconds it was a downpour. They scrambled to cover the electronics, Coriane’s soft curses drowned out by the rain as they pushed it as far under and behind them as they could. Lightning flashed only a second later, and he froze before pushing her against the stone. Another flash and a bolt hit the tower across from them, burning the after image into his retinas. 

“Off the tower,” Coriane wheezed in his ear as she grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him toward the rope. “Off the top of the tower.” She repeated as if she could move them faster from the space. He stumbled with her, bagging the machine, abandoning the soup bowls. Another flash and the tower shook with the sound of thunder. He stumbled on the uneven stone and pushed her against the wall as rain pelted his back, driving him into her until he could feel every inch of her back pressing into his front. On instinct, he wrapped an arm around her and she hugged the machine so it was sandwiched and sheltered between her and wall. He would chuck it away if he could, they hadn’t gotten anything useful anyway. 

Her breaths were rapid against him, and for the first time, he saw how afraid she was. There was not much that put her in that position anymore. He hugged himself closer in response, pressed his face into her hood and whispered through the fabric to calm her. Her hand squeezed his wrist in response as they waited in the dark for the worst of the storm to pass. 

It was close to an hour before he could peel himself off of her. The rain had lightened to a heavy drizzle, and the stone was slick under their boots and hands. Climbing down the weakened side of the tower would be perilous, if not stupid. 

“We’ll have to try and climb down at dawn, when we can at least see our footing better.” He whispered, trying to remember how easy it was to view the tower from the bridge spanning over east and west Archeon. She didn’t respond, and she didn’t remove her hand from around his wrist. His heart fluttered in his chest at the skin on skin contact, and he silently chided himself for the stupid thought. This was a serious, life-or-death scenario, if they were caught, there was no hiding, no cover story for what they were doing up here. But he was thinking about his best friends hand on his wrist, and how her breathing had evened out, and how she still somehow smelled like firewood while soaked to the bone. He couldn’t tell if she noticed his accelerated heart rate, nor could he tell if she noticed the way his thumb softly moved over the hem of her pants unconsciously. She was closer than she had ever been to him, and it terrified him at the same time that it drove him just a little bit insane.  

“You can let go of me then.” She whispered to the stone in front of them, and he immediately dropped her, feeling his face flush in embarrassment. Her eyes were uncertain as she glanced at him and then down at the device in her hands. He didn’t even remember fully handing it to her. But he also didn’t remember wrapping his other arm around her either during the worst of the storm. 

He glanced quickly around the small space, spotting a tiny lip in the alcove that was partially sheltered. “Here.” He cleared his throat on the word and pointed to it, nudging her in the direction with a nod. 

Wordlessly, they settled into the space, their sides fully pressed together, their wet clothes sticking to them like second skins. He could feel the warmth she was releasing as she hugged the machine close. 

“You should… put your arm around my shoulders.” She whispered, and he almost bit his tongue off in surprise. 

“What? Why?”

“I’ll… I’ll try to keep us warm while we wait for dawn. Just, put your arm around me.” She insisted as she turned her body a hint and put more of her skin against his. 

The movement he made was jilted and awkward, until he settled his arm around her, banded it across her collarbones to hug her other shoulder and bring her closer. Immediately, he felt the wave of heat she released. It was less like the blistering heat he knew she could make, and more of a summer breeze. And even though it was supposed to warm him, it sent a shiver down his spine instead. 

He looked to the sliver of the ocean he could see, and prayed silently that the sun had hours left before it had to rise. 

[rusty-gloinks]

thryr didn’t have purple hair shorter than this that I liked so.RAHHHH

[asterdeer]

bg3 isn't an adventure game or a romance game or a fighting game or a story game to me. it's a looting game and i'm fucking winning by being Encumbered 90% of the time

[yoursfallacy]

please please please pl

oh my god regarding the last panel jekyll PLEASE do not try and brush lanyon off about his confusion i KNOW you’re going through things and fuck, feelings are hard, but it really is not “painfully obvious.” listen to lanyon and explain yourself in full, don’t confuse him with your vagueness

gaslighting is for bunsen burners henry not your friends

[brisquad-unit-4402]

congrats on the san ni ichi 🥳 hope you've been doing well i've missed seeing you on my dash. no matter how long it takes to have new stuff come out i'll always be waiting to read whatever you've cooked up!

at this point please just imahine me face down ass up passed out in the center of a summoning circle surrounded by highlighters and coffee

with luck COOKING SOON

[just-another-colin-kinnie]

heres a bonus (Boris and Kris by @dolphingal)

[anx1oustig3r]

making a new pinned to say PLS CHECK OUT SUNBREEZE 💖💖💖

if you want a take on the backstory of yknow miss mireska sunbreeze dark willow

[ashncloud1]

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[just-about-nothing]

mr tumblr ceo is at burning man right now and my pictures i took at sunburn (bitty little new mexico regional ily sm) are so much cooler ngl

[susoriginals]

Antique Victorian Edwardian Oil Lamp Painted Milk Glass Flat Base fits wall Bracket Brass Filler Cap & Scovill Queen Anne2 Burner for $28

[waiterwaiterpercolator]

Two stickers and two art prints, my fave purchases from from comic con on saturday, created by @spikings who also has an etsy store.

The skeletons weren't being sold as a matching set but my friend and i thought they looked too good together not to get both, so we each got a pair 😅

[playroom]

An early work of Rosetree Studio, in New Orleans, USA.

Handblown glass, of a candle oil bottle with a long handle. Swirling pattern, iridescent hue.

Height: approx. 11-1/2" inches

[kaffkitchen]

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[askglassanon]

the traps and stuff the yokai roaming the forest etc

It wasn't this bad before.... *She opened the trap*

The numbers have increased as of late.

Yokai usually only come here every so often because the clearing has clean water and healthy vegetation *She bends the teeth back in shape*

I think they're scared.

Naturals have the tendency to over hunt... it's why five different species of Dragons, Unicorns and Pegasus went extinct - Glass