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MC: So I retrieved this tentacular leaf for Duncan and …

Ominis: I’m sorry you did what? Is that what you were talking to him about?

MC: yeah he wanted to prove he was brave or something some kids where calling him

Ominis: Piffskein Dunkien yeah I know it was brilliant … So he sent you … alone … into an abandoned corridor to find a carnivorous plant?!

MC: it was no trouble

Ominis: oh it will be

Sebastian : I love when he gets like this

pangur-and-grim

pressed against the heating vent with TWO big pillows

krakenartificer

Y’know… the longer I live in this world, the more I think cats have it figured out, man. I’m an adult with my own house, in charge of my own schedule, with an afternoon off, and am I going to spend it on top of two big pillows in front of a heating vent? No, I’m not, and why? Because I am not as wise as a friggin cat.

pangur-and-grim

fellas, this is your intellectual aspiration

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Velaris: Fury and Ruin (Chapter 1)

[Series Complete]

Series Summary: Following a disastrous attack on Hybern, Cassian’s wings are broken, Azriel is critically wounded, and Feyre is dragged to Spring by Tamlin. Rhysand must now earn the forgiveness of his friends, protect his new sisters-in-law, and find a way to protect Prythian from a looming war- all without his mate and best friend by his side.

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NSFN Headcanons: Nesraq Creampie

Nesryn didn’t mind the uninhibited parties that came on the heels of formal dinners in the capitol.

Her first- the one she’d attended so long ago when she was still… attached to Chaol opened her eyes somewhat.

She’d been a bit prudish about the whole affair- how the drugged braziers with their cloying smoke were brought out along with cushions and those servants who were willing to sleep their way into a better position.

Sartaq, at that first banquet, had guided her to a seat set beside open windows, so that they could watch the display unfold with sober minds.

That was when she started to understand.

It was easy to turn her nose up and say that intimate relations belonged behind secure doors, but quite another to watch it all unfold in front of her.

To sit beside Sartaq as chatter turned to murmurs. Murmurs to that unique, charged silence that stretched on as tongues found their way into mouths or along necks. The light gasps that peppered the room. The heady moans from those who were too far gone in the allure of the smoke to bother moving themselves towards a bedroom.

That first party she and Sartaq sat off to the side and watched as the room lost control. As the stiff formalities melted away beneath that heady smoke.

Those stifled moans of elite and servants alike sent shivers through Nesryn even now.

She and Sartaq always picked an alcove, and while the burning herbs made her mind cloudy and lowered her inhibitions a bit, she would find herself rubbing Sartaq through the silks of his robes.

They would be the next emperor and empress of the Southern Continent, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t touch her husband at a party in the royal palace.

Nesryn wore long flowing pants most of the time, but at these parties she would don the style of the royal household. It wasn’t only for the sake of the formal portion of the banquets.

Though the court indulged in hedonistic pleasure en masse, it was uncouth for anything overt to happen.

Dresses rippled and ladies gasped as fingers found their way beneath skirts. Hands slid down the front of pants to stroke and tease.

Nesryn knew she wasn’t the only brazen one though.

She would slide over to perch on Sartaq’s lap, pretending to watch the show as she reclined against him. As his hands performed the traditional duties of holding his wife’s breast through that thin fabric. Stroking her thigh, edging dangerously close to the apex.

But the traditional dress was made up of flowing panels that overlapped. Silk that could be shifted.

No one needed to know that when Nesryn sat on her husband’s lap, his cock slid into her.

Anyone watching could see the future Empress slowly grinding herself against him. The way their eyelids grew heavy and their faces flush. But so what? Everyone was grinding against someone by that point. No one could see that they were connected.

Nesryn would keep her movements small as she listened to the stifled moans throughout the room. So many people putting on a show to hide their pleasure.

Including her.

Every once in a while someone would forget themselves and there would be a loud sound of body against body, the loose cry of someone giving in to their body’s desire.

Nesryn could be quiet when she needed to. She would watch as the crowd slowly thinned. As couples or groups slipped away to somewhere they wouldn’t need to be so discreet.

As the room emptied, the ones who were left burned with the drugged smoke. The haze grew thicker as the evening wore on, its effects stronger.

Soon the cries weren’t so soft. Breasts found their way out of dresses. Individual couples would forget themselves and inch ever closer. Until two became four.

Sartaq slowly fucked Nesryn throughout the show. Like those remaining in the banquet hall, they too became less subtle about what they were doing. He would reach beneath her skirts and stroke her knot as his cock ground against her inner walls.

Nesryn was quiet when she came in the dark room. She would shudder hard around her husband and bite her lip as she watched a man fuck his servant while that man fucked the first’s wife.

Bodies colliding.

Gasps and cries of passion stirring in the room. Hedonism turning to debauchery. A sensual evening into an orgy.

When Sartaq came in his wife he did so without containing his sound. His cry of passion was never out of place by that point. No one dared approach the half-hidden alcove, but anyone else still in the room would see one another as a possible liaison.

So Sartaq didn’t share Nesryn’s shy desire to be quiet.

He would come however he wished to- loudly or quietly- as he filled his wife with rope after rope of hot seed. As he gave in to the desire that made human men no different than fae males- the desire to breed his female. To fill her over and over again.

They were usually the last to return to their rooms. Nesryn and Sartaq wanted to watch the whole show available in the banquet hall. To watch as Nesryn slowly ground herself on her husband. As she came once- twice- maybe even three times if she was lucky.

As Sartaq released into her depths loud enough for the whole room to hear.

Months might go by between such parties. They certainly didn’t wait for them to come around before Nesryn mounted Sartaq.

But there was something special about those nights.

About the heady aroma of the smoke.

And the delicious sins that drew everyone in.

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I love Burnum Burnum ❤️💛🖤

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more about Burnum Burnum

text of the declaration:

The Burnum Burnum Declaration England, 26th January, 1988

I, Burnum Burnum, being a nobleman of ancient Australia do hereby take posession of England on behalf of the Aboriginal people. In claiming this colonial outpost, we wish no harm to you natives, but assure you that we are here to bring you good manners, refinement and an opportunity to make a Koompartoo - ‘a fresh start’. Henceforth, an Aboriginal face shall appear on your coins and stamps to signify our sovreignty over this domain. For the more advanced, bring the complex language of the Pitjantjajara; we will teach you how to have a spiritual relationship with the Earth and show you how to get bush tucker.

We do not intend to souvenir, pickle and preserve the heads of your 2000 of your people, nor to publicly display the skeletal remains of your Royal Highness, as was done to our Queen Truganninni for 80 years. Neither do we intend to poison your water holes, lace your flour with strychnine or introduce you to highly toxic drugs. Based on our 50,000 year heritage, we acknowledge the need to preserve the Caucasian race as of interest to antiquity, although we may be inclined to conduct experiments by measuring the size of your skulls for levels of intelligence. We pledge not to sterilise your women, nor to separate your children from their families. We give an absolute undertaking that you shall not be placed onto the mentality of government handouts for the next five generations but you will enjoy the full benefits of Aboriginal equality. At the end of two hundred years, we will make a treaty to validate occupation by peaceful means and not by conquest.

Finally, we solemnly promise not to make a quarry of England and export your valuable minerals back to the old country Australia, and we vow never to destroy three-quarters of your trees, but to encourage Earth Repair Action to unite people, communities, religions and nations in a common, productive, peaceful purpose.

Burnum Burnum.

ishipitlikeups

What a fucking legend

happifying-things

animatedamerican

what an excellent kaiju

ruffboi-mags

Very polite, attempts to leave trees and fences intact. 10/10, would be invaded by again.

colt-kun

finally, respect for existing infrastructure.

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A Peaceful Night (Elriel Edition)

Summary: The holidays are a time for too many parties, too many people, and too much noise. After the festivities are over though, one can take solace in the love of their other half and the light that person brings into their life.

Throne of Glass Editions: Manorian , Chaorene, Elorcan , Rowaelin , Nesraq , Lysaedion

A Court of Thorns and Roses Editions: Elucien , Nessian , Feysand , Azuala , Amrian , Morridwen , Elriel

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NSFN Headcanons: ToG BDSM

On their first anniversary, Lysandra brought home a little gift for Aedion: a cock ring.

This device squeezed the base of his shaft so tightly that it became nearly impossible to climax.

Aedion obediently slipped it on. Soft, it wasn’t anything to be concerned about.

Then Lysandra began to tease him.

Nude, she straddled his hips. While Aedion began to kiss and suck at the curve of her breast, Lysandra pulled his hand down between her legs.

Her husband obediently began to tease her wet core with his fingers. Sliding first one broad knuckle through her lower lips and then burying his longest finger inside her all the way up to the knuckle.

Aedion fucked Lysandra with that finger- his thumb swirling her knot- while she loosed breathless moans in his ear.

It always set his blood on fire. He stiffened-

Soft, the cock ring wasn’t anything to be concerned about- this wasn’t a lie. But Aedion grew as he played with Lysandra’s body, and very quickly that slight pressure around his cock became more and more noticeable.

Aedion’s movements slowed, but Lysandra grabbed his wrist and forced him to keep moving, keep going. She rode his hand and used one of her own to pinch and flick his nipples.

Aedion couldn’t help it- he kept growing harder, and the band kept getting tighter.

Lysandra didn’t let herself climax. When she was at the very edge of release she pushed Aedion’s hand away and stood.

She grabbed his cock and Aedion winced. He was too sensitive, and her touch actually hurt. Lysandra stroked his length, forcing Aedion to endure the sensation until he started to feel pleasure in this pain.

He whimpered, and Lysandra smiled.

“Get on your knees” she whispered.

Aedion would only take answers from his wife. Obediently, he slid off the couch and knelt on the floor. His cock was swollen around the ring- even the sight of it was painful. Lysandra lifted a leg and placed it over his shoulder.

Aedion knew his duty. He wrapped his hands around her hips and held her to his mouth as he began to devour her core.

Lysandra combed her fingers through his hair as she gasped and panted.

She didn’t warn Aedion before she transformed.

Her hair shortened, her shoulders grew broader even as her chest flattened, her hips narrowed, and her muscles shifted. The knot between her legs that Aedion was running his tongue across began to change.

Aedion adjusted as the clit turned into a cock that filled his mouth and throat. With Lysandra’s leg over his shoulder he couldn’t pull away, and soon she was well and truly fucking his throat.

Lysandra’s testicles formed just as she came in Aedion’s throat. He choked on her release- but submissive little princes didn’t deserve a warning.

Aedion coughed and sputtered, but he quickly returned his mouth to her length to clean up what he’d failed to catch.

Lysandra pulled her leg back and hauled up Aedion by his wild blonde hair. She dragged him to the edge of the sofa and threw him forward over the arm.

Aedion whimpered. His cock was twitching in its binding, and now it was an angry purple. She grabbed it tightly in her hand and his legs gave out. Pain and pleasure- each agonizing in a different way.

Loosing his footing meant the armrest was all that was holding up his ass. Hard as granite and soft as silk- it was pale and inviting. It would be rude to turn down such a warm welcome.

She grabbed a phial of lubrication from the side table and poured it down the crack in his ass. When Aedion moved to brace his legs again she delivered another vicious squeeze to his member. He shouted out and collapsed again.

While he was down, Lysandra lined her cock up with his well-used hole and pushed in.

Her pace was measured, but hardly merciful. He was on the tips of his does, shouting out in both pain and ecstasy as she drove herself into him. Lysandra didn’t pause or pull out to ease in half an inch at a time. She went slowly enough to not cause damage, but he had no choice but to take her in a single thrust.

Once inside, Lysandra gave him a few breaths to adjust. Goosebumps rose on Aedion’s arms. A thin drip of cum was hanging from the tip of his bound cock.

She was relentless once she began to move. Lysandra thrust into her husband hard enough to shift the sofa, and while she kept a near painful grip on his cock, she stroked him in time with her movements.

Aedion couldn’t hear the sounds he made. He was utterly destroyed by the sensations coursing through him.

Every slam forward into his body would drive her cock against the knot inside his body, sending a sharp wave of raw pleasure through his body. His nipples would scrape against the fabric of the couch- the only attention they would get as his hands clung to the cushion for dear life. His cock was brutally sensitive- but if Lysandra eased her grip he whimpered and begged her to hurt him.

He begged quite a lot.

Begged for her to be rougher, gentler, go harder, softer, to cum inside him and fill him with her seed, to pull out and give him a chance to catch his breath- Aedion was very good at begging, and Lysandra always loved to hear his breathless, slightly nasal way of pleading.

But more than anything, he begged to cum.

Begged to be freed of the cock ring and allowed release. He tried bargaining- swearing she could destroy his ass with the largest cock she could create, promising to be her obedient bedroom toy for weeks or even months on end- all she had to do was let him cum. Just once.

Lysandra gave into a few of his desires- she squeezed him harder and thrust in hard enough to bruise. She came inside him twice- until creamy white froth dripped from his hole every time she pulled back.

But she never let him cum.

Lysandra dug her nails into Aedion’s back and scratched the skin, giving him even more pain to fuel his fire. A tiny dribble of cum escaped his cock as he threw his head back and roared, but the poor little prince couldn’t release.

With a chuckle and a sigh, Lysandra pulled out of Aedion’s ass.

It gaped as he twitched and groaned. The stretched entrance opening and closing around nothing but air- looking all to much like his mouth had when she came without warning (but this time covered in much more white release).

“Please,” Aedion whimpered, “more- no more-”

“Which is it?” Lysandra bent down to whisper in his ear.

He just whimpered in response- even Aedion wasn’t sure which he wanted. Neither. Both. He was shaking from his need to climax.

Lysandra drew a sharp fingernail across the head of his cock and he groaned.

She then sat down and drew Aedion forward, forcing her husband’s mouth onto her cock, “Clean me.”

He did- obediently and with vigor. He was her hungry little slut, and he licked away his wife’s release from the cock she’d made to fuck him. He was still bent over the armrest throughout the process.

“Good boy,” Lysandra purred. She made Aedion taste her a while longer, until he was eagerly sucking at her cock, readying it to fuck him.

“Does my little prince deserve to cum yet?” she whispered.

“No,” he released her shaft, his eyes bright. “If my mistress has to ask, I haven’t done enough yet.”

“What a good little husband you are,” Lysandra stroked her cock. She made sure Aedion was watching as she sent her magic through it and made it thicker.

A tinge of fear crept into Aedion’s eyes, but also desire.

“I’m going to fuck you until it hurts to walk. Then, if you’re an obedient little prince, I might just let you come. What do you think?”

He climbed over the armrest at last, forcing Lysandra to lie back on the sofa. Aedion straddled her hips. He reached back to grab her new member and began to force himself down on it. While he gasped and cried out, she stroked his own aching cock.

“Whatever you want,” Aedion whispered.

“Happy Anniversary,” she said as she began to fuck him once more.