#but I’m distraught

[ziggysgender]

spotify………come back to me…..was it something i said…………

[emichevy]

THIS IS NOT OK

its because i thought if you knew, you wouldnt love me the same

[nottspocket]

I’ve been crying over them a lot lately

[raevenswritingdesk]

Wanting to leave the council (and Mel) at the drop of a hat because he realised his place is in the lab (and with Viktor), but realising just too late and loosing him in the process due to the repercussions of not choosing him earlier (what happened with Skye and his night with Mel). Jayce Talis the bisexual disaster you are.

[ohbuggy]

Sobbing,,, that lore drop was something huh?

[stressed24seven]

[satorena]

“final form kuna is so attractive!!” the final form in question:

[speeedsters]

these three are my roman empire

[miraonpluto]

thinking about how harrow foiled EIGHTY SEVEN of gideon’s escape attempts. and how her last words to gideon were “don’t leave me”

[soupdwelling]

jon doodle as i fistfight artblock

[smiley-babe]

princess of daydreams

knight!megumi x princess!reader

Warning: heavy pining, masturbation, corruption kink, implied virginity loss, implied unprotected sex (pull out method used).

An: this was only supposed to be a drabble ._. got carried away.

minors do not interact/ 18+ only

He’s always been stoic. A true rule follower to his core. He luckily hasn’t had to go out and risk his life for a pointless war that brings nothing but death for months only for the two kingdoms to come to a stupid truce. That’s the one thing he doesn’t see himself doing. Fighting to keep up with a king’s inflated ego. That’s why he was happy to be assigned under the royal guard. But that wasn’t the only reason he was content with his position.

Sapphire orbs drink up layers of ribbon and silks every time he sees you. He hated those huge puffy dresses on you, obscuring him from seeing your true frame. Makes him feel perverted when he thinks any of those thoughts and they’re so often. He sits up straighter every time you pass him. When your eyes meet he feels his throat dry and his hands clam up. Then there’s that sweet smile you always greet him with.

That moment always feels like sunshine beaming on his face. Like the air was sucked from his lungs and he has to take a gulp of fresh air. It gets to him so bad. That smile replays in his daydreams when his mind isn’t occupied with anything else. It’s even worse at night when his imagination really takes over.

Alone in his own chambers, he imagines what you look like in your night clothes or maybe even nothing at all. He feels so ashamed when he becomes aroused from the thought. Megumi always imagines what you would whisper to him if he had you here with him. He wonders if you would be hesitant in the case of keeping your innocence because of your status.

He thinks about corrupting you, convincing you to give him your first time under the idea that he’s helping you, showing you how to please your future husband. And you, so sweet and naive, give it to him willingly so you can be a good future wife.

Megumi shudders thinking about your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, instructing you not to use your teeth. Your mouth would be so warm and he wants to cum in it so bad and tell you to swallow it. He feels sick for thinking about kissing you afterwards.

Then he gets you under him, preps you so sweetly since it’s your first time and you need lubrication. Instead he just wanted to taste you. He thinks about how good you probably taste and how you would squirm from his tongue. He would make sure you finish on his mouth before trying out his fingers. He starts with one and soothes you when you cry, kissing away your tears. He would admire your beauty here and silently wish you were his. Then the second finger. By then you’re moving your hips in tandem with his fingers and you come undone again.

It’s so warm, with your bodies pressed together and nothing but the moonlight illuminating your guys’ features. With a couple sloppy kisses shared Megumi lines himself up with your purity. This is the part of the imagination where Megumi starts to touch himself.

Rough, calloused hands, used to holding a sword, grasps his hard cock. He sighs out, jaw slacking a bit and sapphire eyes closing. He smears the pre dribbling from his slit onto his cock. His hips rock to fuck up into his fist and he moans softly from the slight relief. He knows you would feel so much better wrapped around him.

His imagination runs wild with the thought of finally easing himself into you. He would shush you when you cry out to him that it hurts. “You want to be a noble wife, right? Then we can’t get caught. Quiet my lady.” He gets halfway before pulling out and pushing back in even farther. It starts to get easier for you to take him, your cunt opening up for him with every slight push of his hips.

Your nails dig into his strong forearms as you whine and keen for him. His lips mold with yours to shush you and he changes the position slightly to spread you even more open for him. The back of your knees rest in the crooks of his elbows and the pain returns again as he digs himself deeper into you. He wants to curse aloud and moan out your name so you know what you do to him.

“S- sir it’s deep,” you whisper to him as he keeps his pace slow.

“That’s the point,” he speaks in the dark. “Your husband is going to want to impregnate you the first night of your marriage. He needs to be close to your womb. Therefore this position is very common.” You don’t even question him because Megumi makes you feel safe. He’s supposed to. He’s a knight of the royal guard.

His hand speeds up and a hiss sounds from his lips as he imagines his balls clapping against against your ass every time he thrusts back in. He thinks about how well you would take it despite being a sweet little virgin. And all because you want to please your future husband, whoever he shall be. But in that moment you’re Megumi’s and Megumi’s alone.

You two try to stay quiet but it feels too good. Each other’s names whispered against your lips as you shared sweet kisses. A groan and a curse from Megumi and a shaky moan and whimpers from you. The bed creaks a bit from all the movement and Megumi can feel himself getting close. “I’m almost there,” he moans softly. You pull him in for another kiss, this one a bit messier and needier than the others.

It has him flinging to the edge and it disappoints him that he has to pull out. But he does, stroking his pretty cock over your body, cumming with a low, “fuck”.

He spills into his hand, some of it getting onto his lower abdomen. In his daydream though, he finishes on your bosom that he still wishes he could see with his own eyes.

Here comes the shame that approaches with these nightly thoughts. He shouldn’t be thinking about even doing that to you. But he always wonders if you would take him up on the offer if he ever asked. With a sigh he cleans himself up and takes himself back to bed, absolutely angry at himself for wanting to corrupt the princess.

Meanwhile he doesn’t know that you think of him, the pretty knight that fights with the fierceness of fire, when playing in your pretty cunt. Your nightly routine also included a made up scenario of him accompanying you to his chamber and filling you to the brim. Maybe one day you’ll order him to your room so you can enact your fantasy. But for now you two rely on your imagination to get you through these lonely nights.

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tags: @luxekeyah @chosovixen @noritopia

[time-bombed]

something so beautiful about a universe where jinx is still filled with hope. where, despite her losing vi, she was still able to be happy, where she didn’t have to become jinx.

something so beautiful and so powerful about powder.

[bardace]

Updated my sprite animations from this post and this post for s3

[sunnyyyyyyyynnus]

Just reposting the same stuff I posted on tt cus I’m directing all my motivation and creativity to making an edit but still want to post smth arcane related

[ktsumu]

When Nanami first shows you the house he bought for the two of you, sat right next to the sea like he promised, you tell the movers to bring the mattress in first.

You sleep on the floor of the living room for the first night, scribble your plans for every room on the back of a takeout napkin, and tell him that you’ll go pick out paint tomorrow.

"Just a little TLC, Kento," you tell him with a smile, "that's all it needs."

You fix your home yourselves — some old friends help you paste the backsplash tile in the kitchen, you clean the wood floors and the fireplace by hand. You host a dinner for each room you finish, drinking wine and toasting to the life you’ll there. Nanami's lips taste like cherries when you kiss him and say 'thank you' without letting go.

The last room you finish is the bedroom.

There's plastic protecting the floors and paint covering his hands and clothes when you rush into the room wielding a camera.

"What's that for? The room is a mess,”

"Documentation, Ken. We'll look back one day and be proud of our work. Come and smile for me!"

He’ll do just about anything you ask, so he walks over with a small grin, wrapping an arm around your waist and leaving a big, painted handprint on your side. You kiss him when the flash goes off, shaking the picture that pops out until you see yourselves and the chaos behind you.

Nanami asks you for the picture, and you (begrudgingly) say he can have it — but you get the next one; he promises you that much.

When you go back downstairs, Nanami walks over to a crack in the doorframe, and he folds the polaroid in half before he jams it inside. He wedges it in with his screwdriver, pushing until there's only a sliver of it you can see, before starting to seal the crack shut.

(He hopes you won't hold it against him when you eventually ask him where the picture went, and he tells you he stashed it in the door.)

"Kento!" he hears from downstairs, "Dinner!"

"Almost done, dear."

The crack seals shut.

Someday, when all that's left of the both of you are children who have your laugh and dogs with your names, there will at least be comfort in knowing that you'll always live in this home you made; inside the bedroom you built last.

"Kento!"

"Coming," he laughs. "I'm coming, honey."

[lotus-pear]

rewatched madoka magica again today bc i fucking hate myself and to absolutely no one’s surprise i went through all five stages of grief in a single evening