#You've done it before

[janniksins]

tallon griekspoor i KNOW you have something in you today

[exchangersilverr]

Tomorrow will come regardless.

[munchkinmarauder]

I think they're fun!

[seemehowiam]

rb to remind someone that they've survived 100% of their bad days ♡

u survive literally every single event in your life & still every time a new event happens you feel like this is the event that will kill you and that you will never move on from but actually you will continue to survive like you always have bc u have a 100% win rate of surviving events. btw

[cherrywhite]

every single time (template from @mhuyo)

[artsarasp]

I've been waiting to post these dumb doodles for more than a month! I was DYING to reveal where Shen Yuan had gone XD

Also, I need you all to know that Meng Mo's role in Shen Yuan's escape was that of a glorified Uber.

[Masterpost]

[gothghostiie]

@pricegotmedickmatized is having a good day so obviously I have to so something about it

pt. 2 to this

cw: age gap(20s/40s), some size difference, risky place, fingering while driving (dont do this kids), fisting, praise, a little degrading, begging, no lube used, virgin!reader, afab!fem!reader

it's been a few weeks since your grandparents had called him over for help. nothing needed fixing, they didn't need any help. he did go knocking on their door every few days, but they always said they needed nothing. if it wasn't for them inviting him in for cake or whatever goods your grandma made, he would've thought they know what he did to poor, sweet you in their kitchen. but they don't, lucky for him. he doesn't know if he'd be quite as welcome there if they did, probably not. he'd understand it, honestly.

it's another rainy summer day when his phone rings. he still has a landline, prefers it to calling over his phone, its a good thing to have if your phones lost or dead. not that he doesnt have a spare (an old timey flip phone, the one's seniors usually have), but he's know it like that since he was just a boy, so why change it now? he thanks god he has it when it rings and he hears your grandpa's voice through it. "Mr. Price," his tone is warm and kind, as always, "are you busy?" John shakes his head with a soft 'mh-mh', before he can answer properly the old man speaks again. "could you come over?"

Price immediately throws on his jacket, slipping into his boots. barely bothers to pull up the hood over his head to shield him from the rain on the short walk. he's almost beaming at the thought of being able to help again - it's an old instinct he never quite lost and never will lose. it's just how he is, an old dog, eager to help where he can. and it truly pays off, because when your grandfather opens the door and leads him into the living room, you're there.

his eyes glue to you, darting over your outfit. a short little sundress, even shorter than the last one, a thin but baggy jacket and a pair of cute mary jane's that match your outfit together with some frilly, white socks. his cock throbs when you look up at him with big, surprised eyes, looking a bit startled to see him. "Sweetheart. good to see you again." he steps closer with a kind smile, acting like nothing is amiss.

"it's.. nice to see you too.." you say quietly, acting like your cunt isnt clenching around nothing at the mere memory of how his big fingers stretched it out. you force a smile, shifting uncomfortably as you cuss yourself out for needing to change your panties once youre home. your whole clothes, considering how its raining, but at least that gives you an excuse to have a long, hot bath and-

"John," your grandmothers sweet voice breaks the silence, ripping you out of your thoughts, "could you drive her home? its just a 20 minute drive and she's here with her bike." she gives you a lovingly scolding look, making your cheeks heat up in slight embarrassment, even more when you see John's expression.

"of course." he winks at you. "let me go get my truck. sit tight, love." you can't even protest as he walks out of the door without another word, your grandma giving you a nudge as you open your mouth to speak.

"don't be like that, I couldn't stand the thought of you in the rain sweetie. and john doesn't mind." you give her a little look, she digs in her purse. "just give him this as a thank you for driving you." she says, handing you a 10 bill, it just makes you sigh. she's stubborn as a mule and you don't want to argue with her. so you pocket it with a grumble, then hug them both goodbye before leaving the house to see an old, a bit raggedy looking, high truck standing in front of the small house your grandparents call their own. you almost didn't wanna go in, it looks like one of these things a pervert in a movie would drive - but John hops out and opens the passenger door for you.

"C'mon in love, don't be shy. it's all nice 'n cozy up in there." he smiles warmly, but it sounds like he's coaxing an animal to get in its crate - but you do. you walk over, shielding your face from the rain with your hand. you put one foot up on the small step - john quickly steps behind you, big hands gripping your waist tightly and giving you a boost. he lifts you with ease, fingers digging into the soft fabric of your dress and squishing the fat underneath it gently. put one hand on your ass until you pull yourself in and sit down; before you can reach for the seat belt he fastens it for you. closes the door and quickly hops into the drivers side again, starting the truck up without buckling up. pulls off the curb and onto the street, driving with a content hum. "where to?" he asks, glancing over at you, your slightly damp hair clinging to your face in a few places, your dress riding up your thigh a good bit - he can't help but wonder if your sweet ass is sitting bare on the leather bench, save for your panties.

you tell him the street and house number of the small apartment building you live in, he hums and drives into that direction. he doesn't even try to hide the glances that roam over your body every chance he gets, at every stop sign and every red light. the sound of the rain coming down onto the car and the quiet music on the radio filling the cab of the car, only broken up by him speaking to you. "how've you been, hm?" he asks softly, one hand reaching over to pat your knee - and find purchase on your lower thigh. "you been behaving yourself?" he chuckles at his own joke, you nod a bit.

"y-yea. I've been good." you stutter, too flustered for your own good. this isn't the first man you've ever talked to by any means but something about him gets you so unbelievably nervous.

"you've been good, have you? what a good girl." he chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners when he does, squeezing your thigh a bit tighter. you gulp, he grins wider. "been doin' well too. missing you an awful lot, though. should've asked you for your phone number last time." he sighs softly, his thumb rubbing the bare, soft skin of your thing while it keeps inching higher and higher, as if you won't notice.

'you missed me?" your voice is soft, confused, hesitant to ask him something like that. he smirks and nods, stopping at a red light.

"that I did. couldnt get your pretty little face out of my head." his hand briefly leaves your thigh to grab you cheeks, squishing them while giving your head a little shake. he can feel your cheeks heat up and it makes him laugh even more. "you're so fucking cute. when I grab your little cunt you just moan like a whore and buck your hips to fuck it, but when i tell you i missed you, you blush like a little school girl. its hilarious." he lets go of your cheeks and pats one of them a bit more rough than necessary before he keeps ok driving; his hand finding purchase on your thigh once again; this time higher up, able to reach under your dress if he wanted to. "it's adorable, really. but yea, I missed you."

his tone is casual again, like he didn't just.. say that. like he didn't just remind you of how desperate you were, of how you almost let him fist you in your grandparents kitchen while they were a room over (you would've let him, if he hadn't stopped), of how good his fingers stretching you felt, of the words he murmured into your ear; you could feel yourself getting wet, your cunt getting hot from arousal - he laughs. your eyes dart over at him, startled by the sound.

"jesus christ." he keeps laughing, you furrow your brows. "I can feel your little snatch getting hot from here." he empathises the last word with a squeeze where his hand is resting on your thigh, making your jaw drop a bit. you bring your hands up to your face in embarrassment, hiding, he laughs again. "there there, gorgeous." he lifts his arm to wrap it around your shoulders instead, pulling you into his side as good as he can with your seatbelt still on. his hand cradles your head against him gently, you can feel the rumble of his chuckling in his chest. "it's alright, you dont need to be embarrassed." he coos softly, glancing down. "c'mon, let me make you feel better, hm?"

he shifts his hand down to unbuckle your seatbelt, then gently guides you into position: pulling you to sit with your back against his side, one leg up on the seat, the other down to inevitably spread your legs for him. your short dress rides up to expose your wet panties just a bit and it makes him groan when he sees it over your shoulder. "loose those." he commands gently, you follow his order. how could you not? you toss them aside on the seat, your cunt now exposed to the warm air in the truck, thick with tension now. he looks down again, another groan leaving his lips. "that's the little honeypot I got to dip my fingers in?" he croons, the words make it twitch. his hand snakes around your waist this time, quickly finding its way between your legs.

he cups your pussy, gently but firmly, giving it a teasing little squeeze. his palm is immediately slightly damp and sticky, but he doesn't care - rather the opposite. carefully pushes his fingers between your lips, rubbing along your slit slowly, as if he was looking for something - probably looking to drive you crazy. "there you go.." he whispers softly, quickly leaning down to press a kiss onto your head. "you gonna let me in again, sweetheart?"

you nod quickly, you couldn't refuse if you wanted to, you need to feel him again, to feel his calloused fingers on your sensitive walls, feeling the painful stretch of his digits - and you do. he doesn't waste any time, pushing two fingers into your wet hole, scissoring them inside you. it makes you jump and tense up slightly, face scrunching up. his fingers keep moving, stretching you out within just moments of being inside you while he speaks. "shh.. relax for me, yea? take a deep breath, it'll feel even better if you calm down.." his soft words do little to soothe you, considering he's already pushing a third finger into your poor cunt, but you want to be good for him; so you try and do as he tells you. you take deep, shaky breaths, mostly coming out as breathy whines and moans. one of your hands grabs the top of the seat, the other behind you to grab onto his thigh tightly, fingers digging into the worm fabric of his jeans.

"that's a good girl.." he smiles, kissing your head again. "you're doing such a good job listening to me.. and taking my fingers so well, too, aren't you? almost better than last time." he chuckles softly, his fingers thrusting into you faster. "missed me too, didn't you? I can feel how much you missed me." his breathing gets heavier too, unable to keep himself from chuckling again. his thumb presses down on your clit firm but not painful, starting to rub it slowly. the touch almost startles you, your sensitive nub gently squished, making your hips buck.

"Mr. Price-" You pant out, he pushes his fingers deeper as he laughs.

"so polite, aren't you? you truly are a good girl at your core." His thumb rubs your clit faster. "so well behaved, so well mannered, so prim and proper.. except for that sluttly little dress you're wearing. a bit short, isn't it?" he hums, a fourth finger squeezing in again. you were already this far last time and you can't help but wish - pray that he won't stop this time. that he won't pull his fingers out, that he won't leave you hanging again that he won't-

the car stops. so do his fingers. you feel tears well up in your eyes.

"no, nononono-" you mutter, hand scrambling to grab his wrist to stop him from pulling out. "please-" you hiccup. "you can't- not again-"

he stares down at you, eyes wide with shock, but he smiles. he smiles as he watches fat tears spill down your cheeks, his skin turning white from being gripped so hard by your hands; not even able to wrap around his wrist. he watches for a moment, your choked up breathing making him chub up. "oh sweetheart.." he murmurs softly, pulling you closer with his fingers still in your pussy, the movement making you gasp loudly. "I did leave you hanging last time, didn't I?" you nod, head hanging down as you hold your grip, trembling. "I'm sorry baby. I had to." he says, but you don't listen. you just sob again, shaking your head. "you want me to go on, hm? won't leave my car if I don't, will you?" you shake your head again. he smirks.

you cry in protest as he pulls his fingers out of you, despite your iron grip he does it with ease. you sob loudly, desperately, heartbreaking. he coos at you softly, wrapping you in a tight hug against his side. "shh.. don't go crying now, I only want tears of pleasure from you, alright?" he whispers into your ear, placing a kiss underneath. "you'll be alright. Just be good and listen to me. I know you can." you sob again, but nod, trusting him this time. he smiles.

"good girl." his hand comes up to ruffle your hair, then gently pushes you away. you look back at him with you big, sad eyes, wet eyelashes blinking up at him. "don't loom at me like that. turn around." you quickly do, sitting to face him. he smiles. "lean back against the door and pull one leg on the seat, just like you leaned against me." you sniff and nod, quickly getting into position while he turns to you too. he smiles at you gently. "good, youre so good at listening to me." he murmurs, hand going between your thighs again, lifting your dress to expose your dripping, gaping pussy.

"aw, fuck.." he groans, having to take a deep breath. "look at that sloppy little cunt.. all open and waiting for me, isnt it? she gonna take whatever i giver her, won't she?" you nod quickly, he laughs softly, his thumb grazing your clit again. "how about I finally make due on my promise, hm? give her what she wants?" your eyes widen, but you nod again. John smirks, giving a nod back as his fingers slowly slide back into you - three fingers first to open you back up again, before the fourth also squeezes in. "take a deep breath 'n relax for me. tell me if it hurts too bad." he waits for you to nod again before tucking his thumb against his palm, his hand in a cone shape as he slowly starts pushing it in. your eyes widen, you hold your breath as he slowly wiggles it in; thrusting back and forth a bit to spread your slick around, until he's in up to his knuckles. he pauses again.

"alright, love. this' probably gonna hurt a bit, so hold onto something." he watches one hand dig into the seat as he plants his free hand above just above your mound so his thumb can reach your clit, rubbing it softly to help you relax - and to let the other hand grip onto his forearm. he looks up at you briefly, before slowly, carefully pushing his knuckles against your stretched hole. you whine loudly, toes curling as you tremble, an intense mix of pleasure and pain cursing through your lower belly as he works them in slowly. "almost, almost.. keep breathing.." he mutters, brows furrowed in concentration - his knuckles pop in with a wet squelch, making you cry out loudly.

John groans as he watches his hand burried inside snugly, all the way up to his wrist. "fuck.." he breathes hard, cock pressing painfully against his zipper. "such a good little pussy.." he whispers, slowly twisting his wrist. your eyes roll back and you moan loudly, but he quickly pulls one knee up on the seat and leans forward, swallowing the noise with a deep, heated kiss. his tongue pushes into your mouth as his fist starts thrusting into you, slowly at first, but your hips push back against it. he glances down, chuckling and shaking his head. "greedy fucking thing, isn't she?" he jokes softly, thrusting up into you harder. your cries get swallowed by another kiss, pussy gushing aroudn his wrist and definitely staining his seat; but he couldn't care less. all he wanted now was to make you cum all over his fist, make you shake and cry with pleasure, his thumb rubbing your clit faster, pressing down harder.

it doesn't take long before you start twitching, tensing up around him. "you gonna cum for me?" he whispers against your lips, leaning up to kiss your tears away. you try to speak between moans and sobs, but all that comes out is a hiccup. he smiles softly. "its alright, come for me. show me how much she likes me."

and you do. you come undone with a loud cry, your body shaking as he keeps fisting you through your high, legs kicking slight as the overstimulation creeps in. "there you go, that's a good girl.." he slowly his movements, kissing your forehead, taking deep breaths with you. "deep breath now." he murmurs - then pulls out with a wet pop, making you wince. he chuckles, looking at his slicked up fist, the cab of the car only lit by nearby street lights. he marvels at the sight for a moment before your catch his eye again, breathing heavy and all exhausted - and your gaping hole. his breath hitches at the sight, cock twitching painfully. "fucking look at that.." he shakes his head, snapping out of it. this isn't the time. he pulls your dress down, helping you sit upright.

"come on now. it's late, you need to sleep. I'll carry you to the door."

[mobius-m-mobius]

(insp) // (mirror set)

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Runaan's Last Secret

*smokes bubble pipe* I suppose you're wondering why I've gathered you all here today. It is simple, mes amis. We've waited six years to find out what really happened inside King Harrow's chamber the night the assassins attacked. And with the release of S7, all these long years later, I finally have the last pieces of information I need to find the full truth.

We all thought there was a murder to solve in the king's chamber. But I'm here to tell you now, that is not the case.

Let us begin at the beginning and assemble our evidence:

The night Harrow died, Runaan tried to convince Rayla to give up the egg, tried to scare her off from returning it.

He couldn't sway her from her journey of redemption, though. They came to blows.

But he chose his mission over killing her. He wasn't even out of breath when they stopped fighting - if he'd truly wanted her dead, she'd be dead.

He left her behind and led four assassins up the front steps of the tower. There, he executed a frontal assault on the king's chamber, when they're built and trained for stealth.

The fight dragged on loudly. It drew extra soldiers from around the entire castle, who left their posts unguarded. But it had a purpose.

Delaying his own victory would cost lives on both sides, but clearing a path for Rayla to escape with two soft human princes in tow would ensure her survival. Runaan had already committed himself to this course when he refused to force her to complete the mission. He couldn't back out now.

Alright, that's the catch-up. For years, we had no idea what actually happened inside Harrow's chamber. But in S7, we finally got a peek. And I'm afraid it's told me everything I need to know. *more bubble pipe noises*

Let's consider these newer clues from S7:

When Runaan finally breached Harrow's door, two other assassins rushed in with him: Andromeda and Skor. Only Callisto, it seems, had fallen alongside Ram out in the hall.

Runaan drew his bow and killed Harrow - or so his binding ribbon believed -

- but the next we see -only moments later as the reinforcements have not yet arrived from below - only one assassin staggered out of that chamber and onto the balcony.

The other four members of the squad died in this battle, and their bodies were recovered by Viren, along with their weapons.

Which means, no one else survived that room. Only Runaan.

The assassins weren't attacked by human troops, either. Runaan had time to stagger out to the balcony at his hobbled pace. No guards caught up to him until he'd already shot the shadowhawk arrow.

When he burst into Harrow's chamber, this is what he was wearing.

When he left it, this was all he had.

Moonshadow assassins are some of the deadliest fighters in all of greater Xadia. No one survives them. No one.

No one... except Runaan of the Silvergrove.

Remember when I said we were not here to solve a murder in the king's chamber? That is because we are here to solve several murders in the king's chamber.

He turned on them.

Runaan turned on what remained of his own squad - Skor and Andromeda. He killed them. For Rayla.

They wanted Rayla dead. In the show, they believed she should die alongside them. In the novelization Book One: Moon, they specifically wanted Runaan to kill her for failing to do her duty. Either way, if any one of Runaan's squad survived and returned to the Silvergrove to report what Runaan had done - and had not done - when his mission went pear-shaped, he would've had to kill Rayla then and there. Right in front of Ethari.

And that, mes amis, he could not abide. He could not bear to be the monster he feared he had always been, right where his husband could see him.

And so, his only remaining option was for his surviving assassins to perish in battle, with their own honor intact and his in tatters. But they went down hard.

They broke Runaan's horn. They stripped off his tunic. They nearly cut his throat. They messed up his hair. Oui, the most unforgivable.

They wanted to live. Runaan did not allow them to.

He trained them all. He loved them.

And he killed them, to save Rayla's life.

For love of Rayla, his precious daughter, Runaan of the Silvergrove killed his own assassins.

It is no wonder he could not look Keeper Lyrennus in the eye when the man asked Runaan about his son.

He's drowning in guilt. He knows what he did. Even though Ram died from another's strike, Runaan knows he would have killed him himself if he'd had to.

This image of Runaan's fear at the sight of the red spirit Lyrennus cast, it lands differently now, no?

He hasn't told them. Perhaps he never will. But he has committed this sin nonetheless, and he must carry it with him for the rest of his life.

Runaan's last and darkest secret. No wonder he accepted Callum the moment he turned against Ezran and fought his own soldiers for Rayla's sake. He knows exactly what that feels like.

[god-syndicate-if]

After seriously considering it and replaying a few IFs that I really enjoyed I've decided that I will be changing the romance system to not be one based around hearts/flirt options, but instead a system that toggles if you're attracted to the RO or not. So I'm going to rework a few choices. So expect changes with that before the next update. That way you can pursue a romance without acting out of character for your MC just because you dont want to miss out on flirt options. That being said however, of course there will still be flirt options and what not for if you choose that. The option that toggles attraction will come up multiple times, so it'd be difficult to miss.

[leadandblood]

[daevilpanda71]

Got commissioned by my friend @bloody-hugs to do a few more~! think Skinnerman is by far my favorite XD also noticing a great difference in how my coloring comes out based on the program I use, I dunno which one do you guy's think looks better?

[esperanzagalaxy]

unrelated sketches that make up a lovely group!!

[saints-who-never-existed]

[mccallhero]

favourite otp meme: captain swan

[2/7] kisses: emma returns killian's heart

[silly-little-arson-frog-offical]

TW: A lil NSFW

i saw a vid a while ago about how a teacher rp math in bed with her husband and she would say the pythagorean theorem to get him hard

I like to imagine this with Senku and his significant other (who in my head will always be Gen bc I'm a stubborn bitch)

Like Senku and S/O rp as scientist and experiment or professor and failing slutty student bc I feel that Senku and S/O are FREAKS

And their code word or naughty little formula?

I like to think that it's E=mc^2 or HNO3 (nitric acid)

And I feel his S/O would have fun with knowing that saying such a small phrase has such power over Senku

@hoe-days I know this is normally your thing but