#rt writes

[ariel-seagull-wings]

@themousefromfantasyland @princesssarisa @adarkrainbow

Promt 1: Hades and Persephone watching the Disney Silly Simphony The Goddess of Spring and Reacting to It.

i love this prompt so so much thank you!

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”I’m sorry why is this thing in my parlor, Hades?”

When Hades told her he had something to show her she wasn’t expecting it to be a fucking television set. They both despised them, yet here sat one in the middle of her parlor. This one looked different than the one Hermes had up top though.

”You said Hermes sent you a film and told us to watch it. That it was about us.” Hades answered calmly, curling his arms around her waist. “Yes, a roll of film. Last I checked ya can’t watch that on a television.” She pecked a kiss to her husband’s cheek. Her man confused her sometimes.

”This one does.” She raised a brow at him. You’d never think it but gods her man was an extremist when it came to his electricity and inventions. “You mean you had the shades build an entire new brand of set just for one night’s use?” She hated the idea of him putting even more work on his shades for something they wouldn’t even use.

”Ya could say it that way.” He than frowned, probably noticing her own. “Lover, I just wanted to do somethin’ nice for ya.” The way he spoke, his gentle kiss on her brow, gods how was she supposed to be mad at him.

”Fine. I’ll go get the film.” She left and waltzed into the kitchen where she’d left the film and than walked back. The sight of her husband fiddling with the television set made her smile almost as big as the grin he wore. She may hate them, but his deep love for his machines was enough to make her tolerate them. Anything to see that rare smile on his face. He didn’t smile much anymore. Neither did she really, but they had their good days. Their good winters.

”I have it.” Persephone said softly and he looked up at her. “I’ll take it.” She handed over the roll of film and briefly eyed the liquor cart in the corner of the room, but she didn’t want to take the chance of screwing up their night no matter how much she craved it.

Hades fiddled with set a bit longer but then the screen shot alive and the sofa dipped as he sat down with her. She pulled her robe closer, her sheer nightgown not much to cover her which she didn’t mind when her husband’s neons made the heat unbearable.

The movie came on and she watched intently as the strawberry blonde cartoon pranced around the screen. “Is that supposed to be me?” Hades snickered beside her and she elbowed him in the ribs. “You shut it.”

She stared at the screen as the girl danced, surrounded by birds and flowers- wait where the flowers fucking dancing? The flowers were fucking dancing.

Oh she needed wine for this.

Hades continued laughing as she stood and poured herself a generous amount of the deep red liquid. “Don’t member ya ever frolicking, lover.” Persephone shot her man a look as she sat back down.

The music changed and the ground on the screen tore up into flames. Persephone howled in laughter at the cartoon devil supposedly imitating her husband. “It’s not that funny, that is nothing like me.” He growled, only amusing her and her half drained wine more. “It’s fucking hilarious.” She cackled, patting her husband’s hand.

Then the singers began, and the air between them tensed. “I have chosen you to be my Queen,” That’s not how it happened. That was her mother’s stupid lie. The fucking story that turned her into a victim and Hades into a monster in the eyes of the mortals.

Hades didn’t steal her. It was her choice. She chose to love him. And no dumb film was going to torture them with this damn story.

Her hand was going numb with how tightly Hades was holding it. She didn’t blame him. Persephone swallowed back her wine. Winter fell on the cartoon world and then it descended into a fiery hellscape.

”Is that supposed to be the underworld?”

She snorted at her husband’s comment.The scene progressed to winter, and than back to hell. The cartoon devil gave the goddess a diamond, and she continued crying but the devil begged her to smile. A thick silence fell over them.

Why did this have to be the part that was accurate?

The rest of the film passed in silence between. The cartoon devil and goddess made the whole half half deal and she went above ground. Spring came and little cartoon birds chirped.

It wasn’t like that. She didn’t choose her shitty custody agreement. How could anyone think she’d choose to leave her husband half of the year? Unlike this cartoon neither of them had a choice in the matter.

They sat for a small while after it ended. She wanted to say something, but her throat was dry. Persephone instead moved into Hades’ arms and set her glass on the floor. She could feel Hades press a kiss to her curls.

”That movie don’t mean a damn thing lover.” Hades rumbled, just loud enough for her. “It ain’t important if that’s how the mortals who don’t know you think of us. What they think ain’t important. We know the truth that’s all that matters.”

It hurt him as much as it hurt her, she knew that. Why in hell did Hermes send them that film? Was it for a good laugh knowing it’d hurt? Or maybe it was his fucked up way of telling them to get their shit together. Whatever it was he better make it dam clear the next time she saw him

”I love you.”

”I love you too.”

[jomeimei421]

Felt a bit nostalgic watching RT shut down…Here are the og faves again for old times sake 💙

[lovegasmic]

Making satoru squirt and him making fem reader squirt. I'm dying for some switch content

⭒ mdni. mutual overstimulation, whiney Satoru my beloved. ( i had to pause writing at least 5 times to scream in my pillow ) please read the first two tags lmao

“b-baby, p-plea-se, I can’t, not anymore, a-ah!” Satoru sobs quite loudly to be honest, his eyes are glossy and filled with tears, the rim of them slightly reddened and matching the color of his bitten lips from endless hours of overstimulation. you’ve probably sucked the strength out of him through his dick, since his hands weakly push against your forehead in a failed attempt to keep you away from his throbbing length, “j-just pull it out, ah-a!”

“how many so far?” you giggle, pulling his cock out between your lips with a loud pop and getting in return a grateful sigh out of your boyfriend, one that doesn’t last long as your palm comes to rub circular motions on his tip, smearing the remaining cum all over the swollen flesh.

“d-dunno... ngh! haa, it’s too much!” he chokes on his own sobs, arching against the couch backrest so his heaving chest glistens with sweat under the living room lightbulb, his thighs squeeze your sides tightly, kicking and fighting the intense mixture of pain and pleasure running through his flustered pale body from the tip of his cock. you’ve never seen your boyfriend so worked up and overstimulated, all whiney —more than usual if you had to admit— but he looked absolutely cute begging for mercy.

“just one more, c’mon, and i’ll let you go” you smirk pressing your lips to the underside of his messy cock, feeling the veins throb under your tongue and palm warm up from where it continues to rub on his tip.

“n-no! stop please, feels weird!” Satoru begs, his body curving so he hovers over your body, so close to your face you’re able to watch his eyes open wide in shock, panting loudly and holding onto your hair for support barely seconds away from half screaming and shooting a translucent and diluted cum-like liquid in hard jets that landed on your face and the floor.

“wha—” you mutter back, staring in surprise at how your boyfriend’s body flops back against the couch, breathing heavily as if he just ran a marathon, “Satoru... did you just squirt? ” it comes out as a giggle, still dumbfounded from what just happened.

he doesn’t reply, and you’re a bit worried that he might have fainted, deciding to sit on his lap and observe his unfocused eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“Toru?” you softly slap his cheek, biting back a grin “are you dead?”

your boyfriend is a box of surprises, that’s for sure, but something that never failed to amaze you, even though you’re well aware of, is his incredible strength and stamina, yes, he might look all brain fried right now, but you should have expected for him to flip you over in the blink of an eye, pushing you underneath his body and spread on the couch with one leg over the backrest and the other bent so far it almost touched your ear.

“i told you to stop” Satoru growls, hands hooking under your thighs, positively bending you in half with his fattening cock dangerously close to your dripping cunt.

you laugh breathlessly, pushing the damp hair out of his eyes and slicking it back to watch how his bright blue eyes are now slightly darkened and almost disappearing around his blown out pupils, “please..., that was so fucking hot”

“we’ll see if you say the same after I make you squirt and beg” his voice is erratic, deeper and a bit dangerous, barely giving you time to process his words before he’s plunging deep into your pussy with a broken moan, he might act all dominant now, but the way his thighs shook and cock twitch told another story.

“don’t exaggerate! it wasn’t t-that ba-ah!” you get to mutter, cut by Satoru’s hard and precise thrusts inside your sopping wet cunt, moving in frenzy while choked out sobs came out of his mouth, drunk in the feeling of your tight hole squeezing him.

“so good, oh my fucking god!” your boyfriend moans, caging your body underneath his by pressing almost his whole weight on top of you, allowing only his hips to fuck into you with a loud wet sound from where his balls slam against your slick coated ass, barely rising before he’s back deep inside your walls, continuously slamming directly against your g-spot.

“S-satoru, i’m sorry alright, b-but please! slow down!” you cry out, begs falling on deaf ears as the man thrusts never falter, continuously driving you insane, and himself into the border of crying from fucking his overstimulated sensitive cock inside your pretty pussy.

“ah, ah! i’m gonna cum again” he sobs, ignoring your screams and nails digging on his back, and instead wrapping his arms around your thighs, bending you in half as he mounted you with whines and whimpers coming out of his lips, “uh, feels amazing, i’m going insane” is the last thing Satoru says before digging his teeth in your neck and cumming drily inside your pussy, the position causing his cock to bump and twitch directly against your g-spot and forcing your own orgasm out.

a loud beep rang in your ears at the same time your eyes clouded, unaware of the force of your own squirt gushing out and dropping from Satoru’s toned chest and flushed cock, you couldn’t hear a sound, but were certain you screamed quite loudly, only a couple of minutes after, once he knew you were a bit more lucid Satoru dared exhale a soft “payback” directly against your ear.

[yinyangle]

just a streamer and his clingy twitch chat who watches everything he does

been thinking abt rt a lot recently. and rttopia chat is my favourite little guy of all time. this felt natural.

[staranon95]

im struggling to put words to thought about the recent announcement of Rooster Teeth shutting down after 21 years. their wide variety of content was a constant companion to me throughout my time in university and was a great comfort at the beginning of the pandemic until October 2020 (iykyk)

Warner Brothers-Discovery is seriously being mismanaged as a company. with the shelving of the already made Batgirl movie, the recent shelving of Coyote v. Acme, and many other poorly made decisions content wise, im not surprised they're axing Rooster Teeth as another means of attempting to save money and earn a little more by offering up some of RT's properties

it just sucks that RWBY will likely never finish

it just sucks that so many talented, hardworking people will be losing their jobs

it just sucks that countless hours of content will likely be lost

it just sucks that this is how it ends.

[vampyriix]

more ghoul!rt :3 i am my own target audience

[rumblecrow]

( please click on the art for better quality, tumblr is being mean to me )

People might think he is the one who control times itself, kind when needed, but sometimes people dream of being killed by him in a timelines that never happenned because 'he cant help himself.'

Other mouths speaks of him being one with the space, up there in the cold dark sky. When meteors falls down and you hear the guitar string of a country music, its been known it was his doing.

Thought recently, he has been known to break both the times and the milky way arrangements in the casino because he fucked up his flush five set up.

Balatro!RT or the gamblers deity or i love making up stories from silly man gameplay.

Down here Outfit without BG because i realized it maybe too much colour :

[theysangastheyslew]

This should all be taken with a grain of salt due to translation inaccuracies, but from what I can gather from the latest Q and A, all it says about Hange is that they are estranged from their family, she has some skill in housework but doesn't like to do it, and is the type to fly off somewhere then come home unexpectedly (akin to Eren apparently?).

Soooo basically all stuff we already learned from the character interview from years ago 🙄😒😮‍💨

Edit: Guess it also states in a character blurb that Hange is kind, beautiful, smart, stylish, and gets v embarrassed when being complimented. We been knew but still 😌

[rwby-confess]

Confession #550

[maggotknight]

Rogue Trader Giving Thanks-Week

It is Thanksgiving week in Ameraland. In tandem with @holylustration 's Dopamine Week, I would like to propose a Giving Thanks week 💖

Send, asks anon or not, telling your fellow rogue traders how much you appreciate what they bring to the space!

and

Reblog this post with a shout-out to your favorite piece of Rouge Trader art. Let's daisy chain all the amazing things the Warhammer 40,000: Rogue Trader space has created!

[ariel-seagull-wings]

@themousefromfantasyland

honey

no one asked for this but i wrote it anyway. persephone babysits a one year old orpheus and it hits her in a way she wasn’t expecting. tw for miscarriages implied

Continuar lendo

[the-oracle-of-the-lost]

banging my head against the wall while i say: "relatability is not the be all end all of writing a character. saying that you don't find a character relatable/you wouldn't have made the same choices does not mean something is poorly written. you actually should go out of your way to engage with media about people who are fundamentally different from you because it helps you learn about others."

[strwbabydoll]

a bittersweet mafiarry multipart.

Namin’ The Stars After You - 3.2k. angst.

Harry’s known for being ruthless in the way he does his job, a day job out with his girlfriend takes a horrible turn.

Bigger Than The Whole Sky - 1.1k. angst.

summary: harry’s angry at the world, himself included and he makes it everyone’s problem but there might be a light coming in the middle of his storm

Golden Like Daylight - 1.2k. fluff, light angst.

Y/N’s alive but she’s not who she used to be, Harry has to deal with the aftermath.

[imgoingtocrash]

the corporate drone that has to manage the mostly defunct veronica mars account trying to post a “happy 20 years :) what’s your fav moment? :)” post and getting 200+ replies that say some version of “pretending the revival finale didn’t happen”

[forlorn-crows]

Could you do 11 with Sunny and Cirrus please ❤️

#11 . . . in joy

Cirrus is drained, tired from her temples to her toes. The ride home had been full of nothing but bumps and chatter; Lucifer bless him, Mountain had tried to soothe her while her mate flitted about excitedly with Aeon and Aurora, practically sticking their faces to the bus windows while they perched on the skinny sofa, butts in the air and tails wagging in tandem. While the steady arm around her shoulders and the earth ghoul's calming scent was nice (even if it was overpowered with bright, citrusy excitement once they pulled into the abbey's long drive), Cirrus needs, more than anything, a long hot bath in solitude and semi-darkness.

It's all she's thinking about as they disembark. All she looks forward to as she drags her belongings in an oversized tote bag down the narrow steps, locating her luggage from one of the siblings sent out to help them and the rest of the crew unload. Just a nice, relaxing soak with some oils and bubbles, a glass of wine in the hand that's draped over the porcelain side.

The fantasy floats away the second she steps inside the vestibule and sees her through the small crowd of people. A curly copper head with warm brown horns bouncing up and down excitedly next to a certain quintessence ghoul's shoulder.

Sunshine.

Cirrus drops her bags next to a nearby pillar, hardly caring if her tote falls over and spills all its contents. All she cares about---Cumulus too, from the sounds of it---is getting that warm, beautiful girl of a ghoul back into her arms again.

Her gasp and subsequent squeal ring out over the din of the group, and the three of them barrel towards each other through the throng of people.

Cirrus reaches her first, Sunny practically crashing into her and jumping into her arms simultaneously.

"Cir!" she cries into her neck. "Oh I missed you so much!"

The taller ghoulette squeezes her tight. "Missed you too, sunbug. C'mere." Cirrus pulls back and cups Sunshine's face, pulling her into a kiss. She could nearly cry at the surge of joy and relief that floods her chest at the touch of her lips, slotting together like no time has passed.

She must linger a little too long, because Cumulus pipes up beside her. "Cirrrr," she whines impatiently. "Let me have a turn or I'm gonna explode!"

Sunshine laughs, as pretty as a windchime in a summer breeze. "There's plenty of me to go around, Lucy." She smiles wide and reaches for her, and Cumulus pulls her into a near bone-crushing hug. Sunny just squeals and laughs, soaking it all in.

Cirrus thinks she can forego the bath, at least for the moment, if it means she can bathe in Sunshine's warmth and love instead.

[outeremissary]

In the past week or two an attempt to recommend Rogue Trader to friends now that I am truly in a dire place with it resulted in convincing them all to never, ever touch it... I need Owlcat to release a game I don't feel obligated to include a list of disclaimers with when trying to recommend </3 It's always like "Kingmaker is one of my FAVORITE GAMES and the writing is GOOD AND FUN it has some of my ALL TIME FAVORITE CHARACTERS AND PLOTS and the gameplay is SO BAD MOST OF THE TIME and it has SO MUCH JANK but it's worth it if you have DOZENS OF HOURS OF PATIENCE" or "Wrath has combat and characters MANY PEOPLE LIKE and is VERY CINEMATIC and SIGNIFICANTLY IMPROVES QOL but the gameplay MIGHT PISS YOU OFF and you SHOULD DO PRE READING ON SYSTEMS AND ROUTES and the alignment dialogue is NOT GOOD somehow worse than Kingmaker's" or "Rogue Trader is a GREAT GAME with INTERESTING CHARACTERS and REALLY FUN GAMEPLAY except that the gameplay of the first fifteen hours is INTOLERABLY BAD AND BORING and the exposition for newcomers to setting lore is TERRIBLE also the scope of human atrocity is OFF THE CHARTS if that's hard for you and there IS A TORTURE PIT"