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[splooosh]

“Flame War”

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[taegularities]

not insane about this at all, leave me alone 😐

[gumnut-logic]

So sorry that I missed your birthday 😭 I hope it was as wonderful as you!

Awwww ::snuggle hugs:: Thank you for thinking of me.

Don't worry, I didn't get a chance to drown everyone in Virgil stuff, so I might do so in the near future just for fun :D In my book, birthdays can be celebrated year 'round :D ::hands you a gorgeous Johnny::

[emlan]

These are more just Vibes than proper animalifications. (Not pictured is Carlo making biscuits on Romeo's chest with his razorsharp kitten claws and it really hurts but he can't bring himself to push him off bcs that furball is too cute.)

[planet-dusk]

🏷️ f!reader, masturbation, voyeurism (mc poses for a painting), overstim, mc is called angel, muse

“give me another,” hyunjin commands. his voice is soft but seductive. impossible to defy. 

“i-i can’t,” your cry turns into a drawn-out whimper when your thighs close around your own hand. despite your words your fingers keep rubbing your clit with soothing motions. 

hyunjin looks up from his canvas. “just one more,” he coaxes. “i’m almost done, angel.”

you let your legs fall open again to give him the perfect view of your swollen cunt. after four orgasms his sheets are soaked but hyunjin doesn’t seem to care. his eyes flicker between your draped form and the painting in front of him while his brush dances across the canvas. 

the way his dark eyes take you in is familiar but there’s something more to his piercing gaze today. it’s strangely intimate and unlike anything you’ve felt before; so razorsharp it’s almost impossible to look him in the eye. 

you turn your head to conceal your heated face but he catches on immediately. 

“don’t hide from me.”

you’re so beautiful when you cum, he’d whispered three nights ago. let me paint you. 

“i want to see you. all of you.”

it’s uninhibited and sincere and your mouth parts in a silent gasp when your high suddenly washes over you in erratic waves, so intense you’re submerged in the overwhelming pleasure.

when you finally open your eyes again hyunjin is kneeling down next to the bed. he kisses the salty tears off your cheeks. 

“my muse,” he murmurs into your skin, “you’ve created a masterpiece.”

[sol-consort]

Some turians like just dominating humans in the bedroom but submissive turians who like getting bossed around and having their mind screwed out of them by a human 👀🤲

Some turians are still pissy about the first contact war bc they secretly enjoyed getting their ass kicked by the cutie patotie humans in this essay I will–

They're 7-8 feet tall, their exoskeleton is made from literal metal, their teeth can pierce bones, and their claws are razorsharp.

And yet, nothing turns a turian on more than a squishy human ordering them around in bed.

Be it getting the princess treatment at the firm but gentle with hand of human who takes care of all of their needs. For a Turian to experience getting handled oh so delicately as if they were made of glass, to be treasured and made to feel precious, it's a whole new experience for this species who thought themselves unbreakable walls of steel. They might not bend or break, but it barely takes anything to get them to melt into your touch, charming them into submission.

Or maybe something more rougher? As much as people want to shut up the loudest human in the room, sometimes the burning ego of humanity is very attractive, the bloated confidence, humans acting as if they own the world, coming across as mean bullies to every species they meet. The shame of having such desires for a wild and cocky creature only intensifies the guilty-pleasure of getting bullied by a human in bed for the turians. Of getting ordered around by a soft pound of flesh. Fleshy fingers pulling at their sensitive fringes, flicking their talons, making them beg the human for release through gritted teeth.

[gumnut-logic]

Da boi is definitely a badass 😁💚 Thank for this lovely read over breakfast. I always adore a Lady R ficlet 😁💚 ::hugs::

Nutty

(Virg!)

Thinking about rudimentary and hastily done stitches, given not by a medical professional, but by someone who wants to keep the person alive for compassionate or nefarious reasons, or by the person themself.

[tbirds]

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[hexedwinchester]

Poll Time!

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[iamarealkat]

FIRST COURSE - KNIVES

(or at least the ones I recognised from the TV-show so far)

mads mikkelsen by kenneth willardt for vanity fair italy, 2015 - aka my favorite shoot of his.

i apologize.

1. Spyderco Harpy

• appears in Hannibal season 3 in Italy .ೃ࿐

The Harpy was designed as a knife for seamen, featuring a karambit style blade that magically cuts right through rope, the serration lending a hand to the task.

Additionally, the Harpy boasts a detailed tip, which can chew through a manner of different materials, probably one of the main reasons why Hannibal found it handy for different...matters. To sum it up: This is not one of his kitchen knives, but rather one he used as a pocket knife in all different kind of situations.

Originally the japanese Spyderco Harpy was designed to accommodate the needs of commercial fishermen. The hawksbill blade is modeled after the talon of the Harpy eagle, allowing for a deliberate pulling cut where the object does not slip off the end of the edge. The hollow-ground blade incorporates SpyderEdge serrations and a thick spine for support. The handle is made of stainless steel with a drying vent, perfect for Hannibal and his exquisite taste…and of course correspondingly expensive. A good 200 euros for this fine tool, everybody. But he seems to be rolling in money, so no problem for our favourite cannibal.

2. Chroma Type 301 style by F. A. Porsche

• appear in various episodes as Hannibal’s kitchen knives .ೃ࿐

To be honest I really fell in love with the Spyderco Harpy and didn’t quite think anything could change that. But. When I tell you the design…omg. The Chroma Type 301 knife series was brought to life by F.A. Porsche (yup, the german car guy) and the chef of the decade, Jörg Wörther (austrian chef).

Japanese knives have achieved global recognition for their quality, as the Japanese hold a long tradition in metallurgy. The Japanese metallurgists have elevated the forging and sharpening of the blade into a form of art for hundreds of years, since the era of the notorious Katana swords. On the other hand, Europeans and Americans also make excellent knives, often characterized by superior ergonomics and design, but rarely distinguished for the hardness and sharpness of their blade.

The type 301 knife series by Chroma bridges the gap between Japanese tradition and the European design, this series standing out for its unique design and practical function. Porsche and Wörther closely worked together in order to develop the final shape of the handle, which is optimized for maximum usability. The result is a precision cutting tool. Each knife is carefully weighted to ensure perfect balance in the hand and in combination with the highly ergonomic handle, it feels like an extension of the user’s hand. The Chroma type 301 knives follow faithfully the Japanese philosophy, which dictates a knife to be lightweight and flexible. They are made of high-quality Japanese 301 steel, a relatively lightweight material which has a 56-58 hardness rating in the Rockwell hardness scale. This renders the type 301 knives harder than most of the non-Japanese knives and among the hardest knives within their price range. The increased hardness allows the knife to maintain its sharpness longer and also to slice better.Even though the Chroma type 301 knives are mass produced, they are carefully razorsharp sharpened by the hand of a master. Quality control is performed on one-to-one basis and not through random sampling. And by the way…did I mention the extraordinary design.

3. Kai Shun Knives

• appear in various episodes as Hannibal’s kitchen knives .ೃ࿐

Before Shun Cutlery was established in the western market, most people were used to heavy European-style kitchen knives. With Shun’s entry into the marketplace, home cooks and professional chefs alike were introduced to the lightweight precision of fine Japanese cutlery. Thinner blades, sharper edges, and lighter weight gave Shun a high-performance edge that the heavier knives couldn’t match. Each Shun still takes at least 100 handcrafted steps to complete and Shun remains true to its ancient heritage of quality. At the same time, Shun takes advantage of thoroughly modern, premium materials and state-of-the-art technology to provide that traditional quality to millions of professional chefs and avid home cooks throughout the world.

Today, Shun has become one of the most well-known names in kitchen cutlery. It has won awards for innovation and quality. It has been admired and emulated. With new styles, new materials, and an ongoing dedication to the spirit of innovation, Shun will continue to provide Japanese kitchen cutlery of outstanding beauty, impeccable precision, and the very highest performance.

4. Global Knives

• appear in various episodes as Hannibal’s kitchen knives .ೃ࿐

Global G Series knives are typically put together in what's called a three piece construction. The blade is stamped out of sheets of steel of a proprietary stainless steel alloy, while the two handles are created and welded together separately. The blade and handle are then welded together into one solid piece of stainless steel.

What makes these Global knives a bit unusual is that they start off empty. The blades are welded on without a tang and the handles are actually hollow. Instead, to maintain balance, they are filled with a very precise amount of sand.

Now it's quite unusual and you might just write this off as Japan being Japan and doing things differently because...well, they're Japan, but it seems to work very well for them.

The ability to inject a precise amount of weight (sand, in this case) as needed directly into the knife has led to them getting a reputation or having very precise and excellently balanced knives across their range of products.

That said, ergonomics are always personal.

Global G Series knives tend to feel very lightweight and evenly balanced. Some people tend to prefer a knife that is more weighted to the back for a firmer grip, or to the front for chopping action. This is the classic global knife version, but of course there are various other series one can discover. Unfortunately I am not able to tell the exact version Hannibal uses in the show by just watching...if anyone has an idea let me know!!!

[shmowder]

- Tw: slight cannibalism, blood drinking (vampire/undead Aspity?)

Much like the earth accepts offerings in blood–thick red liquid soaking through the dirt as the oxidation sets in, rewarded with sprouts of herb flowers blooming before your very eyes–It makes sense for a propagated cutting to develop similar cravings.

Aspity wasn't sure what it fully meant to be a Shabnak-adyr; her time on earth... hasn't been very long. All the knowledge she has is what she has been granted, allowed to keep.

Her supposed clay legs are plump with flesh. What should've been her claws instead became soft, unblemished hands, devoid of any clauses.

Treading the ground ever so softly, as if she was floating instead of walking. Not a trace of sharp prints caused by stick nubs digging holes into the ground, neither that a barefoot human would leave behind.

She is technically part of the plague, and yet she can still get infected by the plague. She is a death that can die, a demon that can love.

Her stomach churns, empty and cold.

Food has no taste, sates, or value. You try burying a piece of bread into the dirt and hope for a tree to magically grow out of the mold. Attempt to water a plant with milk and liquor only to watch it wither.

She was starving.

Eggshells weren't enough, digging into her gums on occasion, Water and sunlight can only do so much. Whatever vials of blood the worms left at her doorstep were too soured, diluted by butcher hands, she wasn't the earth, she can't magically revive the dead cells.

No, what she needed was the fresh direct source.

Maybe you were one of the devoted herb brides, viewing her as your responsibility to look after much like you looked after your betrothed below. For she was part of her once.

Maybe you were just another part of the kin, an average human with a kind soul who couldn't endure knowing one of your people was eroding away by an empty stomach.

Maybe you were a citizen of the town who took an interest in the steppe legends, or maybe just an outsider who managed to discover her shameful truth in record time.

All those different universes unified by the fact that your next actions were always the same, no matter what, exposing your neck to her, offering your blood.

She watched you with keen eyes, uneven pupils tracing the invisible lines on your flesh.

Parting her dainty lips, in such a small mouth, there sat two rows of jagged razorsharp teeth, rather than a mere fang or two.

But she didn't bite, not yet.

"Lay down, you'll faint."

It was a matter of fact.

Aspity's bed was humble, a thin matteress spread over the ground. Sacrificing comfort in order to get closer to the earth, to hear the worms bury through the soil below at the quiet dead of the night.

She kneeled next to your laying figure. Even from this perspective, her body still appeared as small as ever, almost lost in her oversized layered attire.

Her skin was as smooth as that of a newborn, devoid of wrinkles and visible pores. Yet her features were those of an elder woman well past the prime of her life.

Jaded eyes that seemed to carry a whole world amidst depth, stray grey strands sprouting from the roots of her hair.

Those rows of teeth...

They sunk into you so seamlessly, like a knife glides into butter. You didn't register their existence until a vein was punctured, the delayed pain coming in waves with every mouthful she swallowed down.

Aspity's hand moved under your shirt, directly pressed against your chest, measuring your heartbeat in the most viable method.

You could swear you felt her caressing your ribcage, soothing your fragile organ into slowing down. A subtle tap of her finger against your skin, a continuous steady beat, encouraging your heart to follow along, to slow your bloodstream down.

Not a single droplet was put to waste, her lips tightly enclosed around your neck, preventing anything from getting past them.

Making full use of your generous offer, respectful towards the body feeding her.

[historitor-bookshelf]

Warhammer Kinktober 2024: Day 25

Initiation/Ascendact | Death Watch | Redemption Other tags: Demetrian Titus/Ulfar, Anal Sex, Shower Sex

Titus let Ulfar push him against the shower wall. The Space Wolf kissed like he fought, all in, no hesitation, no mercy. A bite on the lower lip caused a deep growl, and another, harder push. Titus only wanted to shower - Ulfar had other plans. Fighting had its arousing effects on the Space Wolf whose long, hard length already pressed up on him. Not that he wasn’t hard either. It had become a ritual between the two of them - post-fighting fucking without abandon. Ulfar had long since stopped asking questions about Titus and just accepted him as he was. As Nullus, his Commander. His brother. A sharp nip at his shoulder with a razorsharp fang brought him back to the present. “Stop thinking,” Ulfar rasped, breathing more kisses against his shoulders. Titus pulled him up into a kiss as an apology, hands tangled in the soaking mess that was Ulfar’s hair. Ulfar grunted happily and hoisted Titus up, legs wrapped around his own hips. Titus cursed, grabbing at the wall-inserted shower rig. “Are you mad?” “A bit.” The Space Wolf shrugged, adjusting his hold onto Titus. “Relax. Won’t drop you.” “Give me a warning next time.” “By the Allfather, you are as starch-arsed as a Dark Angel with a Chain Sword up his arse.” Ulfar slid his hands around Titus’ arse, adjusting him until his slick cock pressed up against his hole. Titus slowly, carefully, let go of the shower head. “I will not explain that to the Apothecary.” “Only thing you will have to explain is why you are walking funny.” Ulfar let Titus sink onto his cock, both men groaning. Ulfar rolled his hips against Titus, pushing deep into him, popping his knot in. Titus moaned lowly. Knots. Damn the Wolves for having that. Praise whoever’s idea it was for them to have it. The knot sat snug inside of him, rubbing against his prostate and pressing against his entrance from the inside with every thrust and pulling back. Ulfar growled, running his lips across Titus’ pecs. “Tight starch-ass.” He panted, rutting deeper into him. “Every fucking time.” Titus pulled him closer, moving as much as he could against him, smashing his lips against the Space Wolf. Ulfar grunted, shoving his cock as deep as possible into Titus, before he came with what sounded almost like a howl.