#queue of the glass

[incorrectevillious]

Carlos: So vore's vegan right? As long as the prey's consenting and all? Ron: I'm way out of my league here. Arte: Veganism is no meat at all, humanely sourced or not. Arte: The word Carlos is looking for here is halal.

[honeyluvsw]

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[applepixls]

so we have an answer to the question, why badtimeswithscar had a grian head on

accountability board.

follow up question, why is it that whenever he needs grian's head he wants the cuteguy skin? and why did he use his hotguy head rather than the normal one?

[aelinfireheartgalathynius]

I always feel like the iron coffin overshadows the absolute batshit insane series of events that is the end of Empire of Storms (understandably tho)

[incorrect-upon-a-witchlight]

Kremy: Gid is washin’ the dishes, and I just heard him say “who do you work for? Who’s your contact???” While repeatedly pushing a glass under water

Kremy: At least he’s havin’ fun????

[hexfloog]

*despair* i'm SOOOO ready for the new eluveitie album, man

doubles as the piece i've always wanted to do based on that one (OFFICIAL BTW) album cover with conan throwing the horns 🤘

[zephyraes]

STIM - blingthingzbylori

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[bebemoon]

coty "emeraude" glass lalique perfume bottle, c. 192o's .

[k-looking-glass-house]

Mozus Trein bday relaxed room~ Edit lettre et petit chat

...... I was talking with my partner in crime @twiwoncrackpopcorn and ....and...Et voilà quoi...hein Based on Azul's card... It was Trein's aesthethic.

I debate with myself about my glasses fetish... and it won...

Yes I gave them all fanon birthday...

Trein being on 5th may!!

_Credit_

template bg asset (c) @ararosehearts (thank you)

[toxintouch]

TOUCHSTARVED WISH LIST:

✦ Vere going absolutely feral after he sees the MC getting hurt ✦

It's a Soulless that hurts them?  The monster barely gets a swipe in before Vere is on it.  He's ripping it apart with his fucking teeth.  He can't stop growling, even after the thing is already dead, blood dripping down his face, splattering his chest, smeared all over his chains.

He's a force of nature - beautiful and deadly in equal measure.  

His ears are going to stay pinned back for a while.  He can't relax.  MC can try to calm him down and comfort him but his disposition won't go back to normal until he's satisfied.  (Satisfied with patching them up, fussing over them in a way that's just this side of an insult.)  He'll take them to bed, but only in the most literal sense.  (He just wants to listen to their heartbeat with his tail wrapped around them until he feels better.)

 . . . But what if it is a human who does it? Say, someone from the Senobium… 

Vere wants to blot them from the face of the earth but he can't.  Not with the collar on.  He has to resort to trickery or manipulation if he wants MC's assailant to stop.

 (And he has to act unaffected.  He can't let on…)

 It's absolutely maddening because he could squash their attacker like a bug if he wasn't so chained.  He wouldn't have to watch this happen if -- he shouldn't have to watch this happen, they're his -- but he can't stop it, not the way he wants to.  His hackles are up.  His claws absolutely itch with the need to tear this vermin to shreds.  His handlers will write it off as hunger, blood lust.  (They'll be right, if only partially.)

Bonus Points: Vere seeks Kuras' help willingly in order to save MC's life.

 The MC getting grievously injured…

Vere picking them up bridal style and carrying them to Kuras' clinic. 

He doesn't wait in the line.  (Not that there's going to be much of a line, people scatter like rats once they see his face.)  

He'll break down the goddamn door if he has to.  He doesn't say a word, just snarls at Kuras and refuses to be removed from the room while MC is treated.

 (Does he fume in the corner the whole time?  Or does he hover near Kuras, distrusting the angel, accepting the proximity despite his distaste?)

 Kuras doesn't say anything either.  He just gets to work.

[ellies-enrichment]

[honeyluvsw]

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[aelinfireheartgalathynius]

What it feels like to explain Sarah J Maas books in 2024

[glassrowboat]

Play It Safe. Anaxa.

Summary: After watching Anaxa use his firearm a little too closely these past few weeks, there's only one proper outcome that can blossom: a lesson in what it's like to be the one held at gunpoint instead of his enemy.

Warnings: NSFT, BJ (gun receiving), gun play

The safety was off.

You both knew that after the almost deafening click that followed a flick of his thumb. The action was smooth, practiced, and only plausible for a man so well equipped with his weapon he knew it in and out without even needing to use his one good eye to glance down at it. No, that was fully focused on you.

He already knew every inch, every crevice of his rifle from all the times he's taken apart, only to slowly piece it back together again.

He'd pull it apart first, just as he did you with every touch, kiss, and lick over your trembling thighs already coated in bruised from another day. He'd comment how he's barely done anything in a teasing tone, but you were already succumbing to him just as he always did you. Easily. Like second nature.

Then he'd clean the casing. the mechanisms, and the barrel all with the same tender hand he was using to point the gun at you now as it slid over your exposed chest as gently as he'd run a hankerchief between his firearm's frame, making sure every last spot of dust he kept near him was only held between weathered pages than at his side - Gooseflesh was left in its wake.

You breathed in as he pressed it harder against your navel.

"Anaxa-"

He hushed you, encouraging you to stop and simply focus on what he was doing to you instead of uttering mindless drivel. "Close your eyes and pay attention. One can learn through their other senses, too, my dear."

You, of course, obeyed. Lashes fluttering closed at his request.

The rush of having a loaded gun pointed at you, imprinting its shape into your skin. His finger wasn't even on the trigger, refusing to take that risk, but that didn't take away the thrill. One little jerk would be all it takes before you're laying before him with your legs spread open, your core on full display, and blood seeping into the bed sheets below you. But all it was soaking up was your desire permeating the air. In the low lights around you, it seemed to shine, just like the gem on the back in Anaxa's hand as it twitched when he took the sight of you in.

"Look at you," he whispered, his voice hoarse. Muddled by his own need he was trying to stifle down to watch every last reaction you provided him. His twitching cock could he dealt with later. Preferably on your tongue. "It seems we should take this one step further. To test your reactions, of course."

The barrel of his gun slid down, brushing over your bush of pubic hair to kiss your soaked folds. Just the feeling of finally having some blessed attention where you needed it the most had your hips bucking up, desperate to be filled whether it be by the weapon firmly pointed at you or his pretty fingers you could see curling around the grip with white knuckles.

He said something, another whisper, but you couldn't make it out over your own gasp of pleasure as cold steel met your clit sending a shockwave through you. "Please," you cried out, searching for more, more, more with another buck of your restless hips.

Anaxa clicked his tongue. "Didn't I tell you to focus? And yet it seems you can't even keep still and pay attention."

He muttered the word "fidgety," calling you out all as the barrel slid up and down your folds once more, slowly gathering your essence to leave it with an iridescent gleam even the oil he coats it in after a cleaning wouldn't dare compare to.

Your hazy mind is still clouded away under a fog of desire, barely able to understand how one innocent question has spiraled into this. Hey, Anaxagoras, what's it like to be held at gunpoint? And now you couldn't even utter a word as your lips wrapped around the barrel he held to your mouth; silently inviting you to indulge this newfound curiosity of yours even further.

A muffled moan sounded around the barrel as it hit the back of your throat. Jaw slowly coaxed open by Anaxa's touch. He could feel the hum of vibrations, even as your expression turned sour at the taste of oil on your tongue mixed with your slick. That's okay. After all, he'll glady wash it away with something you'd appreciate a bit more.

"There you are, now you can mind your tongue."

[satisfyingtime]

╰┈➤ twilight sparkle crystal

[zephyraes]

STIM - Teapots and Teacups

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