#again - i wasnt expecting it lmao

[jetkast]

Arcane S01E04

he didn't get to crank it lakdjflkajdlksf

the true harbinger of the endtimes

[ganondoodle]

the closer we get to arcanes finale the more worried i am bc so often .. if not always .. things i like end in a way that i dislike so much it ruins everything else for me

and im so worried they pull a 'this is a multiverse' thing bc then they can say every skin is somehow canon bc its all different universes you seeeeee and jayce went mad bc he lived through all of them or something, or force it to end in a way that makes the champions end up like they are in game- Vi is a shitty cop, Jinx is just heehoo craycray bc xyz etc

[poke-poke-poke]

Playtime with Goomy is NOT optional !!!!!!!!!

wips lol

[dark-falz]

wow apparently I was gonna post this at some point several times and just couldn't but I found those gifs today it is throwback thursday this post has been in drafts since November 2022 lmao

So I thought I was gonna record getting back online with my Xbox for the first time in 20 years HAha. Instead i got the genuine reaction to the death of my childhood. :) I was stoned faced for about 5 minutes trying to decide what to do next then just cried like a baby. However, I do think my Ephinea character softened the blow for me, and I just wanna say how great they are for keeping such good care of our data. I'm so thankful for them. That character has surpassed the xbox character and is +2 god/battles.

(Still miss my double cannon, crazy tune, brightness circle, twin blaze, striker of Chao IM STILL TRYING TO FIND A BRANCH OF PAKU PAKU FOR, sigh of a god, madams parasol, yeah dude fuck)

Its more than that though. The friend cards of those I couldn't get ahold of anymore, meant a stupid amount to me.

I could solo 3rd form Falz on Ultimate in 10 minutes with that HUnewearl. (*Hacked gear* still fun to crush bosses imo. Deposit hacked weapons, mags over lvl 200 and stacked items over 10 to bank to find drops again🤙)

Yeah it still gets me. The double cannon. The twin blaze. The striker. The mags. The lvl 30 spells on my force.

I'm still hoping to FTP the data off my Xbox one day and onto my PC and try to save it somehow, someday, but it's years now and I'm still too discouraged to touch anything with it lmao

[all-too-unwell-13]

just finished the creeping shadow

and wow. i loved that book so much.

(i have several lines from the book that i'll post about and talk about later lmao)

i knew lucy would end up joining l&co again, but when i tell you i nearly screamed when i read the line!!! so good.

once again, the locklyle crumbs omg <3<3<3

ugh i loved reading them. especially when they had that deep conversation in the iron chain circle and lucy rejoined l&co!!! and them holding hands ??? and blushing at each other ??? and their shared smiles ??? oh my god.

also i really liked how holly and lucy got on better terms by the end of the book, though holly kind of pissed me off at the beginning, i kind of liked her towards the end.

and george!!! omg. i loved how he and lucy interacted for most of the book — especially when they had that argument at the end of the first case together (at the beginning of the book); because they honestly both needed to have that argument. like it was needed.

kipps was also absolutely hilarious in this book, i've grown to like him a lot lmao

overall i really loved this book!! i've been trying to take it slow so i can savour the books, and i'm on the last one now 😭😭

anyway yeah i really loved tcs, it was so good.

[raineandsky]

For Old Time's Sake

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

“It’ll take a few days to ease the pain,” Skat says with a light smile. “A few weeks to heal entirely.”

Skat’s home—or so the prince assumes—is nothing like he’s used to. Wooden floors, slatted roof, bed of straw. Is this really how the majority live? How the hell do they do this? As much as the thought of home makes him sick, he does miss his luxurious quilts.

“Thank you,” the prince says not entirely genuinely. If the old knight has a time frame on his recovery, his chances of slipping away unnoticed are slim. Unfairly so. “I appreciate you not trying to sell me or anything.”

Skat laughs, the sound flattened by the dull walls. A laugh like that probably echoed in the walls of the castle, back in the day. “I still have to hold Gvette off yet,” he says brightly. He unrolls a slice of bandage, popping a bottle open from the bedside table. “She’ll warm up to you, though, I’ve no doubt.”

Gvette disappeared into the woods yesterday to wash the prince’s bloodstained clothes. Not voluntarily, mind—Skat had had to ask her to help several times before she begrudgingly grabbed them and made a show of dragging them along the floor on the way out.

The prince tries and fails to hold back a wince as Skat goes about carefully changing the bandage. The clean fabric, cooled by whatever the healing stuff is from that bottle, is what he imagines heaven must feel like. The old knight sighs in relief as he tosses the old bandage into the bin.

“Can’t help but ask, if you don’t mind it,” he starts slowly, “why’d you leave?”

The prince rolls the edge of the blanket between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the way it waves back and forth under his control like the ocean. “Why did you?”

There’s a moment of silence where the prince risks glancing up at Skat. He gives the boy a blank stare, blinking absently, before breaking into another laugh.

“Yeah, a’ight, touché.” He shakes his head, adjusting idly on his little bedside stool. “Don’t think you’d like my answer much, though.”

“I doubt you'd like mine either.”

“Well,” the man says with a grin, “how abouts this—I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours. I assume we’re somewhat in the same boat to both be out here, huh?”

It makes sense. Whyever the old man is out here can’t be too different from the prince, right? They both ran from the throne. Both escaped into the wilderness. Both– well, whether Skat ended up in a bear trap as well is a mystery.

“I’ll admit, your father made some poor choices,” he continues. He snivels shortly, dropping his gaze to the floor by the bed. “I couldn’t find it within myself to support a king I didn’t share beliefs with. They were big differences too—it wasn’t just a disagreement on the colour of the curtains. I couldn’t work knowing that what I did brought about terrible things.”

The king isn’t known for his kindness. His entire family isn’t. The prince knows this the best of anyone.

“That’s me,” Skat says with a deep sigh, like it’s a relief to be off his chest. “Your turn, kid.”

The prince opens his mouth, but words refuse to come out. It feels like he’s confessing some great sin to a priest—too much to the wrong person. Easy information to put in the wrong hands.

“It’s a’ight lad,” the old knight adds after a moment. His voice is soft, gentle. “I won’t tell a soul.”

That feeling, that lingering it’s dangerous to show dissent still rings at the back of the prince’s mind. But the man won’t tell anyone. Of course he won’t. They’re a world away from the dangers of the palace here.

So the prince sucks in a deep breath, steels his nerves, and recounts his story.

(next part)

Taglist: @bushfairy

[hermanunworthy]

i will NOT expect anything from hermie tomorrow. i will NOT get my hopes up as a hermie fan. (biweekly affirmations)

[imperial-refuse]

of course. curate a troll with nearly zero redeeming qualities with abusive, possessive and violent tendencies, and SOMEONE out there is apparently fucking into that anyway. XDDD

[deacf-coffee-is-a-sin]

elric of melnibone is actually very good😳

[chloelouygo]

I bought a linkin park cd today and my mum has already stolen it for her car-

[waitinqroom]

thinking about when i had a boyfriend but before he was my boyfriend and we were just talking i tried to tell him about how this one girl led me on really badly (i still have a buncha posts on here from fall 2021 about liking her, lol) as friends confiding in friends . but then after i told the story he tried to convince me that she didnt actually lead me on and i was just delusional

[hauntingblue]

I loved this movie about nami and her ex situationship reconciling and also anti capitalism

[growling]

did you know swiftpaw and brightpaw are related

yes, though the wc family trees are a mess anyway and so i don't really.. care

[ruairy]

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[shvdowsdrowned]

My brother (the one who wanted to beat the shit outta me) canceled plans with our dad last minute and he asked if monday could work instead and my dad said no bc him and I have plans <3

[rafes-slut]

hii i had a request!! maybe reader let rafe hit raw for the first time and once he wasnt inside he couldn’t help himself/stop so he barely gave her time to adjust and was whispering things like “i’m sorry baby, you just feel so good, i can’t stop” and stuff to her!!

(i sent this request earlier but idk if it went through:(( if it did, ignore this one lmao im so sorry again)

It didint went through first time love glad you sended it again

Can’t Help Myself

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x You

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex (p in v), explicit smut, overstimulation, lack of proper prep/time to adjust, Rafe being unhinged and possessive, light breeding kink undertones, creampie, slight degradation, praise, filthy talk, choking, dominance, rough pace, manhandling, slight dubcon vibes (you consent, but it’s intense), obsession, marking, possessiveness, general filth.

Your back hit the mattress hard, his mouth hot and messy against yours, hands gripping your thighs like he was trying to leave permanent bruises behind. Everything about Rafe was rushed, desperate, like he’d been waiting for this moment for far too long and couldn’t control himself anymore.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, breath ragged, “you sure about this, baby?”

You nodded quickly, chest heaving, skin flushed. “Yeah,” you whispered, already breathless, “I want to feel you. No condom this time.”

That’s all it took.

Rafe growled—actually growled—and grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing. His hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pinning you down, your cheek pressed into the sheets. You heard the unmistakable sound of his belt unbuckling, zipper dragging down, his low grunts of frustration as he fought to get his pants off fast enough.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he hissed, dragging his cock through your soaked folds, already throbbing against you. “Been thinking about this—fuck—been dreaming about this pussy raw.”

You gasped when the head of his cock pushed in, stretching you more than you expected, more than you could handle all at once. “Rafe—wait—”

But he wasn’t listening.

He shoved inside you with one rough thrust, filling you to the hilt before your body could even adjust, forcing a sharp cry from your lips as your walls clenched hard around him.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he groaned, fingers digging into your hips bruisingly. “You feel—fuck—you feel so fucking good like this, I can’t—I can’t stop.”

You whimpered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes as he pulled out just enough to slam back in, hips snapping against your ass with a force that stole your breath. He didn’t give you time. Didn’t let you adjust. He just kept going—hard, fast, deep.

“Rafe, slow down,” you choked, back arching, nails clawing at the sheets.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he rasped, voice hoarse and ruined, one hand wrapping around your throat, yanking you up so your back was flush to his chest. “You just feel too fucking good. This tight little pussy’s gripping me like a vice—fuck, I can’t help myself.”

His teeth scraped along your shoulder, biting down hard as his other hand slapped your thigh, forcing your legs wider. His pace never slowed, brutal and relentless, cock battering that spot deep inside you with every thrust.

“Gonna ruin you,” he snarled against your ear. “No one else is ever gonna fuck you like this. You’re mine. You hear me?”

You could only nod weakly, too far gone, his hand still squeezing your throat, dizzy from the pressure, from the overwhelming pleasure tearing through you.

“Say it,” he growled, thrusts getting even rougher—if that was even possible. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, voice breaking, body trembling.

“Damn right you are,” he grunted, slamming into you again and again. “Taking this cock raw like the filthy little girl you are. Fuck—gonna fill you up so good, baby. You want that? Want me to cum in this perfect pussy?”

“Yes, Rafe, please—”

He groaned loudly, hand leaving your throat to grab your tits, squeezing roughly, using your body like it was his toy. “Fucking begging for it,” he murmured, cock twitching deep inside you. “You’re gonna take it, every drop. Gonna breed you, fuck you full.”

You came hard, body convulsing, mouth falling open in a silent scream as your orgasm tore through you like a wave. Rafe cursed, slamming into you a few more times before he buried himself to the hilt, cum spilling inside you, hot and thick, his name a broken moan on your lips.

Neither of you moved, his cock still inside you, both of you breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. His grip never loosened, possessive and heavy.

“I’m not done,” he whispered darkly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I’m never fucking done with you.”