#SHES SUCH A FUCKED UP GIRLIE

[dilutedbeanibeans]

saw x doodles!!!! also a peter :]

[kumzorg]

bearer of the curse

[normally-blue]

Marcille im lov you <333

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[spacedlexi]

"sounds nice... having a partner"

[sweetpumpkinmouse]

Man, they were such good friends.

[fishareglorious]

Remember that all of chapter 1 and 2 happens in the span of 2 days.

Vertin met Schneider for that short of a time (on Valentine's Day, no less) and managed to have to most whirlwind goncharov ass doomed tragic could-have-been with each another in prohibition era Chicago; has to watch her almost die in her arms; ends up traumatized by oranges because her; then goes into a actual coma after watching her actually die in her arms.

Tender is the Night? WRONG. more like Painful is the Night.

I'm never emotionally recovering from this im suing bluepoch.

[chasing-faith-and-fate]

Moon 35

Moon 34 bonus | Moon 36

[youkaigakkou-tl]

New key visual!! 🎉🎉

Premiering on OCTOBER 8TH!! 🎉🎉

For 2 consecutive cours!! (24 eps)

🎉🎉

Full voice cast has also been revealed:

Abe Haruaki: Ryouta Oosaka

Sano Mikoto: Ryouta Suzuki

Maizuka Mamekichi: Reo Tanie

Hijita Koutarou: Taito Ban

Zashiki Beniko: Akari Kitou

Nyuudou Rensuke: Akira Takano

Utagawa Kuniko: Hana Ayasaka

Akisame Tamao: Yuki Sakakihara

Yanagida: Tomokazu Sugita

Mujina Yakumo: Takao Mitsutomi

Fuji Touya: Saku Hyuga

Renjou Yuri: Nanako Mori

Miki Rintarou: Shun Horie

Hatanaka Izuna: Ryouta Iwasaki

Principal: Jun Fukuyama

Takahashi Akira: Shouta Aoi

Yamazaki Makoto: Tomoaki Maeno

Marshmallow: Chitose Morinaga

Little man: Tetsuya Yanagihara

[last-starry-sky]

kinktober day 4 - aphrodisiac // breeding

price x f!reader

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1k, established relationship (wife), alcohol/drinking mention, you can imply the aphrodisiac usage either way (consensual or non) its vague so ymmv, same for the breeding kink.]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass

You’re sucking down your third captain and coke, slumping further and further down into the ratty leather of the booth John had stashed you in. He doesn’t do this often, go out with the boys. Drags you out with him even less. You know, he knows, that you hate doing things like this: wasting an evening listening to other people’s drunken conversations while John and his men shoot pool or play darts without you.

Tonight, however, the drinks are going down quick and easy. Too easy. John is nice enough to loop around to your table to drop a fresh glass off regularly, pecking a chaste kiss on your cheek asking, “How you holding up?”

The first two times, the answer is the same. A quick, snipped, “Fine,” through a tense smile. With a roll of your eyes you dramatically stir the dark liquid with your straw, ice cubes loudly crashing against the glass before sucking up a large sip. The bartender is pouring them strong tonight and you’d rather taste the soda with the alcohol, not just the alcohol. 

By the time John comes around the third time, however, you’re too drunk to notice at first. At least, drunk is the closest thing you can compare it too. Music and TV chatter compress into a buzzing drone. Voices fall out completely. You don’t know when, but you end up with your head pressed to the table, drink forgotten. The wood the only thing grounding you to reality. 

John strokes a cool hand over your cheek, rolling your head to face him. Funny. He always runs warm. Are you flushed? You feel like it. Your husband’s smiling face blurs into view as you’re moved. You can’t see much through your teary eyes. All you care about is his warm, strong hand on your skin. God you love him. The need to feel him hits you. Need him to keep touching you. 

“Look at me,” he says softly. His thumb strokes down to your lips and you moan. “Look at me, doll,” he repeats.

You can’t. Your eyes slip closed, soft sighs falling out as John continues to stroke your heated face. You wish you had the strength to reach up and touch him.

“Everything alright, Cap?” one of his friends calls out behind him. Kyle, you think. John turns away to answer, hand never leaving you.

“Wife’s a little sick,” he says. You can tell he’s got that sweet, disarming smile on his face, from just the tone of his voice. “Gonna bring her home.”

“Need help?” he asked.

“Nah,” John said hoisting you up, letting your head fall against his shoulder. “Got ‘er. Sorry to run out like this. Talk to you all tomorrow.”

“No problem,” you hear him respond as John walks away. “G’night to you and the missus.”

You didn’t remember much of the ride home. The cool leather seat below you. The rain pattering against the window. John’s hand twined around yours, warm fingers pressed to your pulse your tether to the world.

He must have carried you inside and upstairs, because the next thing you remember is your head landing on your pillow, sheets fluffing out around you. 

“John . . . ?” you croaked. It’s dark in the room. You’re suddenly very scared. Why do you feel so . . . syrupy? Hot and slick and-

You feel hands on your hips, sliding across your jeans to unbutton your fly. The zipper is pulled down, metal teeth crying as they are slowly pulled open. His hand rubs at your crotch as he pulls away, sending a zing of pleasure through you.

“I’m here, love,” he responded, low and gruff, pulling your pants off your hips. The cool air hitting your core makes you buck and shiver. “Good god,” your husband sighed, hand palming your pussy through your drenched panties, “That shit made you wet. Real fuckin’ wet.” 

You whined, hips chasing the pressure of his fingers. You’re so unbelievably turned on you need any and all stimulation he’ll give you. 

“Yeah?” he asked pulling your ruined panties down by the gusset. He laid over you, body pressing to yours, allowing him to rumble his words right against your pulse. “Want me that bad?”

“Yes!” you cried out on instinct. You can feel your clit thrumming, hot and engorged, as you rut against whatever part of his body is closest: thigh, stomach, cock, you don’t care.  

John bit down on your neck, right behind your ear, groaning as he pushed inside you. You shrieked, crying at how fucking good his bare cock felt, at the bright, sparking combination of pain and pleasure as he continued to nip down your throat.

He rocked into you slow and steady. You fell into a hypnosis, listening to his cock squelching into your juicy pussy, moaning in rhythm as he pushed in then pulled out. 

“Fuck,” he groaned into your ear, his hands smoothing up your torso to hold your face. “Gonna finish like this,” a drip of sweat fell from the tip of his nose as he spoke against your lips. “Want to. Wanna-fuck” He bit his lip and he rolled his hips down into you, savoring the tight pull of your cunt as you clenched. “Wanna put a baby in you. Fuckin’ . . . fill you up all night. Cum ‘till ’m shooin’ dust for you, love. Just wanna see you-” He paused to stroke at your navel. Palming the phantom bump he imagined there. “-see you round ‘n-fuck, fuckin’ full with our kid.” 

His hand came back up to squish your tit, molding it in his palm. “Tell me you want it,” he said rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Tell me to cum in you” 

His fingers didn’t stop until you squeaked out john john john yes john that had him crashing back down to claim your mouth. His kiss blanked out your mind. In the swirl of tongues and teeth, you didn’t even notice the faltering pattern of his thrusts, how he groaned deep oh’s as he slammed into you three final, stuttering, times before collapsing his head into the crook of your neck.   

“I love you,” you whispered hoarsely as he tried to catch his breath.

“Love you too,” he said, turning his mouth to your cheek, breathing ragged. “Love you so much.”

[lilliemadoka]

catch u on the flipside 😘✨

(cleaned up sketch under the cut because i kinda liked it a lot. please ignore the shoes i couldn't be bothered to fix them. it's all sketchy and weird just PLEASE b nice 2 me...)

[kneelb4kesha]

duke roger of conte is such a funny character, honestly. imagine being such an objectionable cunt that an entire pantheon of gods goes "absolutely not" and sets alanna loose on him. baby girl just wanted to be a knight and go on adventures and the gods keep giving her new special toys with which she is specifically destined to kick this one guy's ass. honestly the main reason thom was able to resurrect roger was that the black god went "um. no thanks" when he died the first time. no wonder he came back an atheist lmao

[snazzi-strawberri-artz]

AUGHH CLASS ASSIGNMENT YIPPEEE!!! Had to make cut out silhouette designs for 3 of our characters!!!

[catgirljaneway]

if there's one thing Kathryn Janeway is gonna do, it's look at her employees like the 🥺🥺 emoji

[quirkle2]

[zombie au] yeagh

[hercarisntyours]

dreamt about oplita and woke up crying from happiness and cuteness