#what you thinkin'...

[ramblingsonic]

Okay, so I guess the prior mentioned radiation poisoning is just from the city itself- I mean, Mecha Madness did nuke the place after all, so I guess it'd make sense some of that would linger in the sewers and underground (either that, or Eggman's started dumping waste underground and such). I guess that might also be why Kodos was so stupid with his whole "I wont need anyone" shit, when Arachnis was still actively working with him (that is to say: brain damage is a good excuse for stupid and arguably out of character behavior. I understand TF2 fans are familiar with that copout retcon explanation).

Anyway, what you thinkin' Nate, hmm???

[gascreates]

a new star

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

look. I love maverick bein a brat as much as the next guy. God knows he is. however. ice is perhaps the biggest fuckin brat I EVER seen in my LIFE. 'you need help figurin it out?' 'what?' 'who's the best?' hello? 'who was coverin cougar while you were off showboatin' waitin for him in the stairwell alone? 'I don't like you cause you're dangerous' he's always huntin his ass down n incitin every interaction n starin at him BORIN holes in his back. THAT FUCKIN JAW SNAP? I just got here n I fear we are sleepin on ice who serves the most insane amount of cunt I ever seen in a military man

[rattlung]

again idk if this has been said before but i love the lucanis approval when you're going after zara and illario meets you half way. lucanis is trying to get him to fuck off but illario ignores him and addresses rook, flirts w them, tells them that they should let him give them a tour. and when they also tell him to fuck off cause their honey said so, lucanis likes it. he follows up with "this isn't your job, there's no one you can charm into dropping their guard". and idk it kind of reminds me of the comment lucanis makes during the coffee date cutscene where he says smth along the lines of "even before i was captured, most things were determined for me" and adding that w the implication of illario absolutely hating when attention isn't on him paired with his resentment toward lucanis for being their grandmother's favorite AND lucanis telling emmerich that he "doesn't have illario's gift for flirting" like idk i imagine illario poaching any person he sensed lucanis had even a passing interest in just cause he's a spiteful mf

so here "there's no one you can charm" = "this one is mine, they won't fall for it"

i just think the mutual possessiveness is neat :)

[whimsyxwitch]

norse mythology: parenting edition

[collineato]

MORE!!

[cloudsofteeth]

_(┐「ε:)_ 🧡

[felassan]

What kind of spirit do you think Felassan waz?

Swag

[simulacrumbb]

Please Affogato cookie defending us !.. i've been bullied most of the time for how I look like so if it's not too much...

this is how he'd react to someone even looking at you wrong...

[dailygihun]

day 12 || underrated trio in my humble opinion (just lineart under the cut cuz im stuck on which to post)

[fennelwasp]

Day 7-8: Boarded-up and Forgotten

[moonshynecybin]

‘marc is a good liar’ welllllllll ‘marc is a confident liar’ well this we cannot refute

[dykedvonte]

I don't think any of the post crash Curly conversations have anything Curly would actually say after this point in time. They are not Curly nor his current sentiments

Not even the "I want to go home." Curly can't say what he wants or not. It's all Jimmy's perception of what Curly's desires were and are and Jimmy's himself. It's Jimmy entering the same but warped stagnating headspace Curly was stuck in at the beginning of the game.

An oppressive bright space with all the dead ends and burnouts you could foresee paired with a dark empty void of things that spark but are never quite as bright?

[xxplastic-cubexx]

jumpscared on the way to the park CAN I HELP YOU

[fauvester]

THE KING OF THE NORTHERN DESERT... AND THE LITTLE CROWN PRINCE OF THE NORTHERN DESERT!

i like to think that demon children are naturally very self sufficient and feral and after birth their parents just sort of. throw them to the wilds to raise themselves. but shang qinghua isn't going to let MBJ pass up on being a boydad god damn it

[umathurwin]

i know that you're doin' it all for me

rafe cameron x reader; nsfw 18+

Summary: Rafe loves his girl, and he’ll beat the ass of anyone who dares to treat her poorly—much to her dismay. He’s gonna do it anyways.

tags, warnings, and more on ao3!

Absolutely nothing feels better than listening to L$D by A$AP Rocky when you’re pretty fucked up and being driven home.

I’d rolled my sleeves up to my elbows and leaned my seat back, just enough that the A/C still hit my face. I only bought this car a few months ago, so the leather scent is still crisp hitting my nostrils. A prayer was sent to my past self for not taking that last tequila shot Kelce kept shoving under my nose back at the bar; I can tell that if I had, I’d be painting the inside of the passenger seat floor. It’s not even that getting a detail wouldn’t be worth it, I just don’t want this baby out of commission for even a day.

My eyes fell shut for a moment as the music switched to Tiimmy Turner. Not my favorite—I’m picky when it comes to throwbacks—but it’s a solid rule that I sacrifice aux when I’m not driving. I’m nothing if not a fair man.

I glanced over at my chauffer. She was unfathomably gorgeous tonight, resting her elbow on the window and nibbling at her thumb. Everything about her was so enticing, right down to her thighs, exposed by her short black dress riding up as she drove. I could feel my fingers twitch, wanting to reach out and grip at the flesh, to dive my hands close to the apex. It was so hard to keep my hands off her someti—

“We’re never gonna be allowed back there,” Y/N noted wistfully, pulling me out of my trance.

My nose started stinging right on cue. Oh, right. That’s why she was driving us home, and also why we’d already left in the first place. I chortled, dabbing at my nostril and pulling back a bloody fingertip. “No one bans a Cameron from anywhere, sweetheart.” I took out my handkerchief to wipe away the remains of the liquid dripping from my nose.

She sniffled. “Well, your dad is gonna be mad when he finds out what happened,” Y/N pointed out wisely and I glanced out the window. We were almost home, but I could feel she was taking her time to get as much out of the conversation as possible.

“I don’t give a fuck what he thinks,” I shrugged. “And you shouldn’t either.”

Her free hand went to the wheel where she flexed all her fingers. “Why do you always start this shit?”

I was glad she couldn’t see my involuntary smirk. “M’sorry, baby. You know how I get when I drink tequila.”

“Then we’re sending you to rehab,” Y/N deadpanned, braking at a stop sign a little more aggressively than necessary.

My eyes flew to the back of my head and I tugged the seatbelt out of where it had dug into my neck. “You know I couldn’t let him treat you like that,” I huffed. Honestly, I don’t even see where I went wrong.

***

My eyes were in slits the second I realized what was going on—which didn’t take long, since I’ve always kept an eye on her whenever I can. Weston, some jackass who’d gone to the only other private school in Figure Eight, was trying to get past Y/N by taking his sweet time and placing a hand on either side of her waist. It had only been a minute that I stepped away to get her a glass of water from the bar when I returned to this.

I didn’t even react before she recoiled. “Ew, don’t touch me like that.” Y/N wormed away from him, making my mouth tug up a little. Good, loyal girl of mine.

My joy did not last long. Weston reached out to grip her elbow and lightly tugged her back towards him with a smirk. I stepped between them, slamming the water glass down so hard it splashed on the counter. “S’enough of that, Wes.”

His lip curled into a sneer, looking me up and down and remembering who I am. “You? Since when are you a little White Knight? Mind your own.”

Red filled my vision. If I hadn’t been drinking all night, I would’ve growled out a “this is my own”. That wasn’t the case, so I simply connected my fist to his jaw. It’s usually a one-hit K.O., but Weston was tougher than I’d expected.

Look. I won’t lie. He got back up and had one good swing in on my nose. If Y/N wasn’t crying out before, she was now. The next few moments are a blur as I go a little, y’know, ape shit on his face until he’s on the bar floor and I’m still delivering blows.

The only thing that pulled me away was Y/N yanking at my arm to get me back to standing. “Goddamnit, Rafe!” she snapped.

Weston sat up on his elbows and turned his face to the side to spit out a mixture of blood and saliva to keep it from getting on his shirt. I guess he didn’t see the red splatters from my beatings on his chest yet. “Wait, you two know each other?!” he asked, words mangled by his swelling mouth.

“Shut up, Weston,” Y/N and I said at the same time.

A hand slammed on my shoulder and I didn’t have to look to know it was a bouncer. For one, because it felt like a baseball mitt, and two, because Weston himself was being dragged up to his feet by another bouncer, likely to be escorted out with me. In fact, the only person who wasn’t manhandled out was Y/N, who was permitted to walk out elegantly holding only her bag and the half-spilled water I’d brought her. Not much after that is clear other than Y/N ordering me to get in the passenger seat.

***

When my eyes fell to my lap, I saw dried blood flaking off my knuckles. Damn. Not wanting to think about the fight anymore, I reached into the center console and pulled out the cigarettes I rarely used, popping one between my lips. I cupped one hand around the white end and lit the stick.

She deserved a better answer. “I’ll fight every bastard in this town that doesn’t treat you well,” I muttered. The smoke slipped out of my mouth, and I could tell she wasn’t a fan, so I cracked the window. “And the ones that treat you too well,” I tacked on, watching the curls of smoke get sucked out of the gap.

Y/N sulked in the seat, hands falling from 10 and 2 to the bottom of the wheel. “Rafe, please.”

Even I felt a bit guilty. “What can I do to make you feel better, baby?” I take another rich drag from the cigarette.

“Stop fighting.” I snorted before I could stop myself. “I’m serious, Rafe. I’ll threaten you if I have to.”

My eyebrow shot up. “Threaten? You’re not very intimidating, sweetheart.”

I could see her knuckles clench on the steering wheel. “I won’t have sex with you for a week.”

This time it wasn’t a snort—it was a full-blown incredulous laugh. “Oh, right, right. You’re gonna tell me we won’t have sex for a week. Remember the last time you threatened that?” She did, judging by the way she adjusted herself. “You only lasted, what, a day and a half? You were so desperate I had to fuck you bent over a dishwasher.”

She didn’t respond at first. “It was a washing machine, actually.”

“Exactly,” I conclude, reaching up to ash the stick out the window.

Y/N was silent as she parked the vehicle in our long driveway. She left me in the car with the cigarette still burning in my hand. I licked my fingers and pinched the smoking end, climbing outside and lazily flicking it in the bushes. The gardener will get it.

By the time I caught up to her at the front door, she’d already dug her key into the lock and kicked her heels off, leaving me again in the foyer. “Baby, please,” I called after her.

“What, Rafe?” she responded, not turning back but dropping her clutch and phone on the valet table.

Now that she was taking a moment not moving away from me, I took her arm and twisted her body around to face me. With her body pinned between me and the edge of the table, I took a good look at her. Her gaze wouldn’t meet with me, but a quick glance downwards revealed she was visibly leaning into my body.

“Don’t run away from me, doll,” I shook my head. “If you’re upset with me, talk to me about it. Never hide from me.” I dropped down to kiss just below her ear.

She nodded slowly, and I could feel goosebumps erupt down her arms. “I just don’t want to see you hurt. I hate watching you fight.” Y/N’s hands finally reconnected with me, around my waist and up my back.

I hummed into her neck. “You’re not gonna see me hurt,” I reassured her before pressing my lips against her, hard. Our breaths mixed and our tongues danced until she was humming and pushing me off to stop. “S’wrong, baby?” I mumbled.

“You’re bleeding again.” I pulled away to get a look at her face, and sure enough, there was a red smudge just under her nose. My jaw hung slack as her hand slipped up to wipe away at the blood before dipping her fingers between her lips, cleaning off digits with her tongue.

“Christ, pet, I’m gonna wreck you.” I kissed her again, repainting her face with my blood.

Ignoring the pain in my nose was easy with the fucking noises she was making. Without separating from her, I guided us to the living room and sat her on the largest couch with the fewest pillows—I hated Rose’s style.

When I finally pulled away, she looked a mess. She was flushed, with swollen lips and dress straps slipping off her shoulders. I unzipped her and pulled the garment over her head—I knew she would have my head if I took it off roughly. She was only left in panties.

“You weren’t wearing a bra?” I asked, kissing her again.

“Dress was too skimpy,” she muttered against my mouth.

I’ll say danced on the tip of my tongue, but it stayed there in fear of upsetting her. Tonight wasn’t her fault by any means, and it’s not like I didn’t enjoy seeing her in those little black pieces.

My arms looped under her legs as I dropped down to my knees in front of the couch. I tugged her underwear off her legs before attaching my mouth to her cunt.

Her response was immediate, back arching and head dropping to the pillows behind her. She must not have been eaten by anyone before me, because no matter how many hours straight I spend between her thighs, she acts like it’s the first time anyone’s ever done it. Her fingers thread through my hair and push me down further and by all means, I let her. When we’re in this position, I’ll let her grind on my face and use me in any way she wants. Every spot I leave a smear of blood, I clean it right up, savoring the metallic tang mixing with her sweetness.

I started sucking on her clit directly, and it was almost too much for her. She tried pulling away, but I only softened my tongue movements and held her tighter. When she came, it was loud and echoing in the marble interior of this goddamn home and I thanked God we were home alone.

The only chance she got to recuperate was the time I spent unzipping my pants to pull out my cock and adjusting her on the couch. I turned her a bit sideways so we could both be on the cushions at once.

Slipping my cock in was too easy with how slick she was. Once I was fully sheathed inside her, I dropped down to kiss her again, silencing the gasps and moans that were pouring from her mouth.

Once I’d gotten into a rhythm of bottoming out and nearly entirely withdrawing, I took a good look at her again. Her hand was reaching back up behind her to grip the arm of the couch, probably to keep me from fucking her into the upholstery. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and her eyes were damn near rolling into the back of her head. I couldn’t just enjoy this view for myself.

“Wanna see the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life?” I asked, burying deep and holding there.

She blinked, focusing on my voice. Y/N’s eyes batted up at me innocently and she nodded without a word.

I scooped my arms underneath her, not pulling myself out of her until I’d carried her over to the large crystal mirror on our wall. I only stopped fucking her to spin her around—I slipped my cock back in her the second she was stable on her feet.

My fingers reached up to tangle through her hair, yanking it so that she had no choice but to watch herself get filled by me. I’d clearly started bleeding again during sex, since the blood stains were back with full force on both of our upper lips—only on opposite sides. I think my favorite part of the picture was her nudity and my lack—I’d only undone a few buttons on my shirt, and she was completely nude. All exposed, just for me.

“That,” I breathed. “Your face, streaked with my blood, twisted in pleasure by my bidding. If I could see you like this all the time, I would. I’d be inside you nonstop.”

She was clenching around me, and filthy words just poured from my mouth. “You think you could go a week without this? Without my cock filling this little hole? Not a chance,” I purred, meeting my thighs with the back of hers on that last sentence. “Fuck, such a good girl, no wonder everyone wants to look at you. They wanna know how it feels to stretch you out and make you shake. But only I get to know.”

“Cum inside me,” she blurted, hands dropping to the decorative table below her.

Oh, that was a treat. Y/N hated how it felt dripping out of her, so most of the time I got to paint some area of her body or another. But when she gave the green light on the few occasions that she did, I took it.

With my view and the permission to mark my girl from the inside, it was no surprise that I didn’t last long at all. The last thrust inside her must’ve been too deep, because she cried out just broken enough to not be pleasure-derived. I think an apology slipped out in my orgasm-babbling.

Things were very quiet as we cleaned up, gathering our clothes and heading to my bedroom without exchanging a word. She tried to run away and jump into bed, but I shook my head and pointed towards the bathroom. Y/N rolled her eyes at me but complied anyways. After she was done, I slipped in the restroom to finally care for my bloody nose, which appears to have been steadily leaking since the car ride.

The sight of the bloody tissues in the bin really cemented why she was so upset tonight. If I were in her shoes, and someone put a hand on her, I would likely end up going to jail that night. But she isn’t the fighter that I am, and I can see how that’s hard for her.

Joining her in the room, I found her buried under our linens. When she heard me, she turned around and reached one arm out as if to welcome me to the bed with her. I grinned stupidly, dropping down and pulling her into my chest.

God, I was so immensely lucky to have such a forgiving and understanding girl. We could still be fighting, but we’re not. Our limbs are entangled in the silk sheets just cool enough to allow the heat of touching, and I can feel her nosing in on my exposed chest. I love her so—

“Rafe?” Y/N whispered, just barely loud enough for me to make out over the hum of the A/C.

“Yeah, baby?”

“If we ever see Weston again,” she flipped around in my arms to spoon me, “you can beat his ass.”