#IT GOT D O N E

[lionblaze03-2]

holy shit guys. My YouTube is ten years old now. I’ve been posting about these fucking cats for ten goddamn years straight. That’s HALF OF MY ENTIRE LIFE. I’ve spent half of my entire life on that god forsaken platform making videos about fucking kitty cats killing each other. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way 💖happy ten years me you did it. Still out there creating, always will. It’s been a crazy ten years. Here’s to ten more!

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live | 1x03 - Bye

[clownsuu]

I'll uhm, explain when it's finished. There is a lot I need to say so I guess this is a WIP I really wanted to share with you.

Did you know butterflies love blood?

STOP BEING SO COOL GUYS WHAT THE F U C K JDJSJJXISXJ

[qkmlh]

Still ducking hilarious to me that Zoro & Sanji began their beef because they thought the other was misogynistic and it came to a head of no return when Zoro felt his title of ‘Luffy’s specialest boi’ threatened by Sanji’s comment

[that-was-anticlimactic]

one small thing can be the biggest thing of all

Kenji was smacking his keyboard again.

Atsushi did his best not to look since he knew that just made Kenji feel bad, but it was hard to tear his gaze away from the constant thumping.

And it’s not that Atsushi was annoyed (okay, maybe he was just a little bit, but that wasn’t Kenji’s fault), no, he was just… concerned. He was used to hearing sounds from Kenji—chirping, clicking, random bursts of short screams… they all blended into the background and became normal to him.

The smacking was new, though.

[or, kenji has a new, painful tic, and atsushi wants to help]

🌱3,611 words | kenji & atsushi-centric🌱

happy tourette's awareness month!!!

[dr-demi-bee]

Day 8--------------------Read on AO3--------------------------

Pairing: Raphael/Tav Prompt: Orgasm delay/denial Continuation from Day 7, dubcon, rough, overstimulation, NSFW!!

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Tav’s lost track of how long she’s been here. Minutes or hours, perhaps even days? A sickening swirl of red and gold - stained darker still with blood, sweat, tears...

Her skin is raw and aching in so many places - breasts, thighs, hips, sides - and the bitemarks at her neck and shoulders throb hotly. Yet he doesn’t seem satisfied.

And none of it - none of it - compares to the sharp pleasure-pain of the way Raphael endlessly teases and works her up only to snatch victory away from her at the last moment. The cambion seems intent on not only having her body, but prying away her mind and very soul too in the process.

For perhaps the third time, Raphael is dragging her to that rejuvenating pool. Dissatisfied with the way she looks covered in his possessive claw marks or her flagging fatigue she isn’t sure. Whatever the reason he takes a wicked delight in dunking her beneath the waters and letting her up, gasping for air, only when her lungs start to scream. And each time her body is perversely refreshed - free of injury to flesh.

Yet as he pulls her up from the water by her hair and she splutters a gasping breath, nothing - truly nothing - aches as keenly as the desperate throbbing of her core. Tav’s legs tremble with the force of it as he pushes her up the steps from the pool.

Raphael snaps his fingers and she is dry once more. Aside from the obvious slick that runs coats her inner thighs.

“On the bed, little mouse,” he drawls in that deep, menacing growl. And at this point she knows better than to disobey or fight back. Tav stumbles her way back to the large opulent bed, clambering on.

She scoots her way backward back into the pile of pillows at the head of the bed he’s been insisting on. Tav’s hands ache to touch herself - anything to ease this desperate aching. But he will just pry her hands away and make it worse. She’s already experienced this too many times. All she can do is hope he will actually take some kind of mercy as she watches him prowl across the room towards her.

“Oh, don’t give me that look,” Raphael croons with a wicked smirk. He practically preens as he approaches, eager to show off his form. “You look frightened.”

“I’m not,” she huffs back breathlessly.

“No,” he agrees almost mockingly, “Of course not. The would-be-hero would certainly never be afraid of a devil like me.”

Yet she still squeals when he grasps her by the ankles and yanks - dragging her down to the middle of the bed and closer to him.

“Have you learned your lesson yet, little mouse?”

At her perplexed look, trying to sort through the haze of her need and fear, Raphael tuts a disappointed sound against his teeth.

“Clearly not,” he muses, leaning over her. “And I’ve worked so hard to teach you. Truly, the depths of your ingratitude are astounding.”

His patronizing smile thins, quickly replaced with a menacing sneer. He pries Tav’s legs apart with large hands against her thighs and she gasps out a moaning cry.

“You’re supposed to apologize for breaking into my home uninvited,” Raphael instructs, as if reading the simple details of a contract, “And thank me for my gracious hospitality and ample kindness for forgiving your intrusion.”

Tav cries out sharply as his claws dig into the meat of her thighs. She whines when he shifts her so that her hips lay beneath his and the frightening length of him presses against her aching core. When she tries to move, to rock against him for any kind of relief, he growls and digs his claws in a little deeper.

“None of those sounds are correct, little mouse,” the cambion sneers. He leans in close, his tail lashing against the bed and his wings splaying as his mouth hovers close to her neck. When he speaks again it’s lower, near purring, “Care to try again?”

The feel of his breath ghosting over her skin and the echo of sensation from his last sharp bites makes her shiver with a soft whimper. Torturously, as she gathers her wits to speak, Raphael rolls his hips against hers, dragging the textured length of him against her oversensitive flesh.

“I-I’m sorry,” she breathes, fighting through whines, “T-thank you-”

The sound cuts off with a ragged moan as Raphael sheathes himself in her in one quick thrust. Tav throws her head back with a sharp keen.

“More specific, mouse,” he grits, their hips slapping together between each word. If she were any less aroused she knows it would hurt. Be he’s turned her into a quivering mess, and every snap of his hips throws sparks up her spine and her every breath is laced with a whimper or moan. “Why are you sorry?”

“S-sneaking!”

“And?” His pace is relentless and Tav feels nearly dizzy, barely able to pull her thoughts together.

“Lying!”

“Good girl,” Raphael growls. His hands shift, one set of clawed digits moving to play with a breast, and the other pressing against her mound. His own breathing grows labored as he continues, “What else, little mouse?”

“T-thank you-” Tav pants.

Raphael lets out a low growl of satisfaction as he continues his relentless thrusts. His thumb moves to press, just barely, against her clit. “Why, little mouse? What are you thanking me for?”

Tav’s keening, the touch too-little and too-much. Her body desperately needs relief, yet that abused bundle of nerves is too sensitive and she can’t decide if it’s excruciating or intoxicating.

“For-” Tav struggles, moaning as Raphael deliberately increases his pace and the pressure of his thumb as she tries to speak. “For fucking me-”

She’s so close. Her muscles are already starting to bunch and quiver, her toes curling. Just a little more, just a few more thrusts and flick of his thumb and she will-

“Wrong again, little mouse,” Raphael tuts. All at once the sensations stop again and she’s left cold and writing on the bed. Tears stream down her cheeks as another climax is snatched away from her.

“Such a slow learner,” he murmurs with a curling smile torn between wicked amusement and disdain. “Hard to believe you’ll ever make it out of this room, let alone to removing that little worm in your skull.”

“But perhaps that’s the problem, hm? Worm’s ruined that pretty little mind of yours?” He lets out a deep, self-satisfied laugh. Raphael catches her face in one large hand, swiping away at her tears with a perverse delight. Tav whines and cries out as his other hand explores her skin greedily, pulling none too gently and allowing his claws to leave scratches behind. “I suppose we’ll just have to keep trying until something sticks.”

@lanafofana @lastlight-inn @waterdeep-weavemoss

@crimson-and-lavender @feedthepheasants @spooky-lil-bee

[cocoa-rococo]

Koopaling Headcanons: Wendy

Larry | Morton | Wendy | Iggy | Roy | Lemmy | Ludwig

The bold beauty of Bowser's army and queen of our hearts, Wendy! Truly an icon for us all.

Right-handed.

All her clothes have pockets in them. She sewed them on herself, and after much pestering, she taught Roy how to do it as well.

A superb figure skater and rollerblader. She likes practicing on her own time and going out to a rink with Lemmy and Larry to have fun. Her coordination for moves is perfect.

She is one of the most organized generals out of all of them, and one of the most well-liked among the troops. Also they have some of the best color coordination.

She keeps a self-care journal. She originally did it out of spite, but now genuinely likes the thoughtfulness it provides.

She's allergic to nickel, so she's been finding a lot of her jewelry in titanium or gold.

Likes to bake! She has Iggy help her in the kitchen and has Larry as her taste tester, and often likes bribing exchanging favors with her brothers for their favorite treats. It partially paved the way for her donut business, too.

Speaking of which, HUGE sweet tooth, and likes all kinds of desserts, but little pastries are her favorite. Lemmy once made her macaroons after she had a bad day, and she was so touched she cried, and now the two of them make them together.

Favorite fruit is watermelon. Roy taught her how to spit the seeds out at people (much to Kamek’s disapproval), and now everyone stays a good ten feet away from her when she's eating them. Pomegranate and grapefruit are close behind.

Looooves the beach. Would spend all day there if she had the chance.

Runs a side hobby of trying and reviewing different beauty products, and when she got frustrated on how a lot of them are aimed at skin and not scales, launched her own line of cosmetics. She spearheaded quite a movement in the industry because of this.

She's a big seafood fan! Especially stuff you have to crack open, like shellfish, crabs, and clams. Free stress therapy.

Favorite candy is life savers, but she loves a lot of different kinds, particularly chocolate candies with fillings.

No one knows what her phone password is, not even her siblings. Attempts have been made to discover it. Those attempts have not ended well.

She's not what you would call a professional sketcher, but she's still a pretty decent fashion artist. She keeps a few sketchbooks in her room for designing new outfit ideas.

She swims whenever she needs to think or contemplate something; she says it's relaxing and helps her focus. If she's ever lost or can't be found, the first place her brothers check is a pool.

While not as involved with her siblings in the 'engineering' aspect of kart-making, when they started making their own businesses, she did want to do something related to it with design. After a bit of debate, she decided to focus on making the car look nice, not just run nice. And so, Wendy's Car Interiors was created.

She is allowed to tease her siblings and rough them up, because she has to stand the nonsense these boys put her through all day, every day. Other people do not have that privilege. She will make sure anyone who thinks otherwise is aware that they do not have that privilege.

Has two styles of handwriting: one that's cursive and sweeping for her own diary, and one that's a type of short-hand for when she needs to take notes.

She also happens to be the fastest writer of the seven. Ludwig is a little awed by it.

While her favorite way to spend time is through shopping, she's a surprisingly responsible credit card owner, balancing several at a time and always paying in-full on time. Her reward points amount is in the hundred-thousands.

Likes beach-reads! She goes through a lot of romance novels, but she can enjoy a good cozy mystery or contemporary at times. She likes reading before she goes to bed, too.

She’s fond of a lot of flowers, and certainly won’t say no to some unusually colored roses, but her absolute favorites are plumerias.

She doesn't play an instrument, but if she did, she'd pick either flute or harp.

Aside from Roy and Ludwig, one of her other siblings she's close with is Morton. He lets her practice different makeup color palettes on him, and they like to bond by getting skin treatments and having spa days together.

Not that she would tell anyone, but she does hold both a rivalry and begrudging admiration for Princess Peach and Princess Daisy.

Loves dragging the hell out of reality TV shows with Ludwig, but prefers to listen to talk-shows or beauty videos; they let her have something to listen to while she works on her designs, bakes, or does her routines.

She likes doing yoga as a way to relax, especially with Pom-Pom.

She's a schemer. All her siblings are, but, apart from Ludwig, she might be the most dangerous one out of all of them; she's not gonna stop at one prank. She's in it for the long-haul.

She doesn't remember it much, but apparently she had a very intense phase of bedazzling and glitter-ifying things when she was younger. Larry remembers this especially well because she somehow managed to bedazzle all of his game controllers in the span of one night. He's still not entirely sure how she did it.

When she was younger, she really wanted to be a ballerina, and took classes for it. It's become less of a dream now, but she still likes doing it. Lemmy likes to join her sometimes.

Likes keeping a to-do list, something she picked up from Ludwig. Only difference is that everything’s on her phone, since she always has it with her.

The best, perhaps out of all of them, at portal / teleportation magic, given her rings, as well as enchantment spells. She's also not too shabby at illusions, though hers are more focused on herself (rather than tricks and performances like Lemmy).

Her social media accounts are f l o u r i s h i n g, and swoon-worthy. Lots of beautiful pictures and her living her best life, along with promos for her businesses.

[deus-ex-mona]

real talk: lxl should continue to explore romance fantasy concepts in their songs. it’s clearly working for them~

[petrichormore]

also hey wait a minute I don’t think people are talking enough about how Ron said they forgive Bad.

For kidnapping and torturing them.

What.

This weird ass lima syndrome thing Bad’s got going on is starting to go both ways. We should Pay Attention to That.

[1nt3rnalpu7ref4ct10n]

s1e9

[nero-neptune]

shout out to this movie for teaching me how to spell words that i've never found the opportunity to use in real life lol

[xylophxn]

The inside of my brain is just the trail to oregon on repeat.

[zaynes-left-chesticle]

Despite my anger at this game (mainly just the Deepspace Trials lol)... I just want to say I cherish you, Love and Deepspace. You're amazing and I appreciate all that you've given us and I promise I will never say anything bad about you again as long as you just

BRING MY POOL BOY HOME

[andy-clutterbuck]

[svtskneecaps]

friends and fiends if this truly spells the Over for the qsmp i may let the brainworms that have been festering in me for MONTHS--A YEAR, EVEN--win.

i may summarize the goddamn fucking lore.

[biitchcakes]

Somebody show her Avatar: The Last Airbender.

I don't think she'd ever turn it on for herself, or how much she'd even hear about it in the first place. But if someone stuck it on for her, got her into watching it. . . I just know she'd love it.