#Student Gear
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xoxoendlessvibes · 6 months ago
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SHOP STORE
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dragonpyre · 2 months ago
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Concept; because he's like 19 and suddenly in charge of a LOT of funds, the Red Hood takes accounting classes to manage them all. Not Jason Todd, Red Hood
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dizordlizord · 7 months ago
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Slayaaarrrrr
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horny-athletes · 2 months ago
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Why do male athletes endure grueling training and train their bodies beautifully? Their motivation is not only the glory of victory. They have their own secret pleasure. This film reveals that secret.
Daniel, the protagonist of this film, is a promising freshman on a college football team. After practice, in the locker room, he is fascinated by his teammates' beautifully toned bodies.
Daniel is confused by his lust for his teammates' bodies. As if to encourage this, his teammates intensely desire each other's bodies and show Daniel the lewd and lascivious way in which men have sex with each other.
They suck each other's cocks lovingly and ejaculate repeatedly while getting fucked in the anus. It is a secret pleasure that can only be experienced between men. Daniel's cock erects so hard that he can clearly see its shape even through his uniform. Daniel is bewildered by the dreamlike scene unfolding before his eyes, but eventually he pulls down his spats and shows his erect cock to his teammates.
In addition to this shocking scene, the film painstakingly depicts how Daniel learns about male-on-male sex in the locker room and how it strengthens his unshakable bond with his teammates.
It is a masterpiece that depicts the secrets of strength and beauty in male athletes and how one young man grows into a mature man through the pleasures of male-on-male sex.
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javk1222 · 5 months ago
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Asuka r# and his good teacher
bald asuka so stupid I have to draw it.
I like to draw Asuka was annoying by his old teacher.watch him suffering is hilarious
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fishdiva · 4 months ago
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yotsuba but fucking awesome
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hotvampireadjacent · 8 months ago
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fucking pigs. ACAB
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haedshct · 5 months ago
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bedman with no bed man in: the worst school u could attend in the 70s. i was on a utena tangent you see,
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seiwas · 5 months ago
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thinking about pro-hero kiri with preschool teacher!reader 🥺
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vulfura · 8 months ago
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unironichuman · 5 months ago
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i have not drawn ben drowned since i was 13 woof. is he still relevant???? i mean probably. im a sophomore in art school and this is all i have to show for it. he was not worth 20k in debt. 10k MAYBE.
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sieglinde-freud · 13 days ago
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thinking a lot about the awakening kids at garreg mach au i had, and yk its always on my mind, but im thinkin… you all probably are aware but there was a betrayal mechanic that got cut from the final product in where units (i think it was felix and annette specifically) would defect from your army if you made decisions that directly conflicted with their interests. and man… the story potential that is here. i think the awakening kids would all (for the most part) stick to their houses but wouldnt it be interesting… if edelgard or dimitri let too many people die, i think inigo and cynthia would jump ship. i think if youre working with claude, laurent leaves if you keep your cards too close to your chest (dialogue choices matter!) without letting anyone in. like ooh. i think gerome would just dip post timeskip and you’d have to convince him to rejoin you. i think that would be funny. i need to sit on this. when i come back here with a 20 page doc detailing every path each kid can go down i will be ready
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riddlerosehearts · 1 month ago
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it kinda makes me sad that ortho doesn't get to have a favorite food so he can't match everyone else in that new merch set with all the "character + favorite food" stickers :( i mean i know he's a robot but it's literally been canon since his first birthday card that idia can add a food-intake attachment to his gear so he can eat, so actually my question is how does that work? can he not really taste the food he eats with it? because if it does allow him to taste it then i don't know why he wouldn't use something like that during the culinary crucible or when he visits deuce's hometown, or all the time after book 6 tbh, except that maybe the writers think him not being able to eat is funnier/more interesting, or there's some other limitation to it that wasn't mentioned...?? and also, now that i think about it i don't see how anything you could add to ortho's gear would allow him to digest food so like what even happens to it LMAO
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horny-athletes · 7 days ago
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What is true sportsmanship?
We endure the rigorous practices of the college basketball team because our coach teaches us true sportsmanship and the joys of team play with his own body in the locker room after practice every day.
We learn what it means to take team sports seriously every time we see the coach, who usually gives us a hard time, screaming his dirty little head off while we fuck him in the mouth and anus.
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kanerallels · 6 months ago
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For @laughingphoenixleader, who requested Kanej in a superhero/villain au
(tw for vague mentions of drug deals and human trafficking, though there's nothing explicit)
The streets of Chicago were clogged with criminals. One couldn’t take a step without seeing a carjacking, a drug sale, a mugging. It was the perfect place for a criminal enterprise to begin and flourish.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone, then, when someone other than the corrupt law enforcement rose up to stop them.
The Wraith. No one had seen her face, but everyone knew the name. A figure in dark clothing, using knives and carrying out judgment against the traffickers and the dealers before disappearing into the shadows again. Those who used humans as a commodity seemed to be the biggest targets.
Which was lucky for the city’s latest big player.
“Kaz Brekker,” Inej murmured, studying the blurry image on the computer screen. He looked young, though how old she couldn’t tell with the quality of the photo. All that was really obvious was dark clothing and hair, a pale face, and the cane in his gloved hand. Both of which look…familiar.
“Why is he on our radar?” she asked Nina, who was slouched in the wheeled chair in front of the computer.
The young woman shrugged. “Possibly because he’s the main suspect in seventeen different robberies, but no one’s been able to prove it. Or because his right hand man shoots like no human being should be able to. There’s also the fact that he sprouted up out of nowhere overnight. Looks like he took control of Per Haskell’s gang, but he was there all along. We just didn’t see him until now.”
Inej frowned. “Why?”
Getting up from her chair, Nina headed towards the kitchenette in the corner of the basement room Inej used as her headquarters. “Probably because he didn’t want to be seen. And you’ve had other, bigger problems on your mind. Toaster waffle?”
Absently, Inej waved her off, mind spinning. Kaz Brekker. If his plan was to set himself up as the crime lord of the city, that could be a problem. Especially if he was as good as Nina said he was. “I might have to pay him a visit,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.
Nina answered anyway as she popped two waffles into the toaster. “Just do me a favor and don’t get stabbed. I have class tonight, and stitching you up doesn’t actually count as homework.”
Despite her cavalier words, Inej could hear the concern hiding behind them, and she smiled. “I’ll be careful, Nina. I promise.”
The other woman didn’t look overly comforted, but nodded all the same.
Later that night, after Nina had cajoled her into eating and resting, then swept off to her night class at Ravka University, Inej slipped out of her civilian clothes and into her suit. It wasn’t quite Superman quality, but the clothing was comfortable and good for sneaking and climbing. She checked to make sure her knives and gear were all secure, and set off into the night.
Brekker seemed to have set up shop at the Crow Club downtown. Inej knew of the place, but Per Haskell—the former owner—had never caused enough trouble for her to have risked the trip, not yet. She’d had bigger prey to track.
Slipping in was a simple matter. One of the windows was unlocked, and Inej eased through into what looked like an office. A desk lined with papers and books stood in the middle, with a cot pushed up against one wall. Does Brekker live here?
A key clicked in the lock, and Inej ghosted into a dark corner, keeping her steps quiet and smooth. A second later, the door swung open, and Kaz Brekker stepped inside, limp obvious, cane swinging.
She caught the barest glimpse of pale skin and high cheekbones before his back was to her, standing at the desk. His movements precise, he flipped through a file, gloved fingers tapping against the outside.
The tapping paused, and his head lifted a little. Then he spoke, his voice rasping and rough.
“The Wraith, I presume.”
How did he know I was here? Inej brushed aside the surprise. There was no use in pretending now. She moved out of the shadows, and Brekker turned to face her.
Inej’s heart skipped a beat. Not for any silly, romantic reasons—though the young man facing her was handsome enough, in a severe way. He was all sharp angles and dark shades, his dark brown eyes taking her in like she was a problem to be solved.
No, the reason her heart skipped a beat was because she knew him.
She hadn’t known his name at the time. But they’d met once, years ago. Before Inej became the Wraith, before she’d escaped the life that had driven her to take this path.
The police had found her. An undercover cop, Detective Nazyalensky, had made contact, and promised her that if she informed on Heleen and her entire organization, she would go free. Inej had been going to meet her the day of the bust when Heleen had summoned her into her office.
She’d known. Inej was sure of it, and if she went into that office, she would be beaten, or sold, or worse. Fear had threatened to choke her, and she’d wavered. Should she run? But she wouldn’t have made it, not if Heleen wasn’t distracted.
And then he’d walked in. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen, but carried himself like a full grown man. But he didn’t look at the girls as he came in, and that struck Inej as curious. The other customers ogled freely.
Maybe he wasn’t a customer. Perhaps he was one of the information dealers who came to Heleen for what the girl’s customers knew. In which case…
She moved toward him quietly, her feet brushing the floor. He was standing at the door of Heleen’s office, facing away from her when she said, “I can help you.”
He’d been startled when he turned to face her, though it faded quickly. He’d lifted an eyebrow, looking a little curious when Heleen’s voice had rung out from the office.
“Enough hiding, little lynx! I said I wanted to see you, and I want to do it now.”
Inej had flinched, unable to prevent the visions flooding her mind. The boy facing her frowned, just a little. Then, he’d spoken. Not to her, but to Heleen.
“You have an appointment to keep with me, Heleen. Haskell won’t wait forever.”
Grumbling, Heleen had appeared at the office door and waved for the boy to follow her in. Before he moved away, the boy had looked at her. “Don’t let them see your tell,” he’d said, voice too quiet to Heleen to make out. “And don’t look back.”
He’d entered the office, and Inej knew. It was time to run.
And so she did. She made it, and Heleen was locked up 24 hours later. Inej was free, and it was thanks to the actions of a stranger.
He had, whether he knew it or not, been the reason she’d gotten away, the reason she’d been able to tell the police everything.
His eyes narrowed a little as he looked at her, and for a second Inej thought, He knows. But then—no. He couldn’t. Her face was covered, and it had been close to four years since her escape.
“And you’re Kaz Brekker,” she said, keeping her voice cool. Business like. “The newest boss on the block.”
“Here to stop me?” Brekker asked, an eyebrow going up. “Bring me to justice like the Black Heretic? The Lantsov family?”
“The police took the Lantsov family,” Inej said, and Brekker snorted.
“The police in this town couldn’t solve their way out of a cardboard box. You handed them the arrest.”
He’s smart. “How do you know that?”
“I make it my business to know.” Folding his hands over his cane, he said, “So, what have I done to merit your attention? I thought I’d kept a fairly low profile.”
“You haven’t done anything. Yet,” Inej said, letting her hand rest on the knives at her waist. Brekker’s gaze followed the movement for only a heartbeat before locking back onto her masked face.
“Ah. Threatening me into submission. Interesting method. Unfortunately for you, I have plans that can’t be put on hold. And you don’t kill anyone unless what they’ve done meets your criteria.”
Inej wouldn’t show her surprise. “You’ve done your research.”
“It’s good to know who I’m dealing with. And to know how you intend to be rid of me.” Continuing, he said, “If you were going to kill me, I’d be dead. Everyone you don’t kill gets handed over to the police, and there’s nothing on me for the police.” The thinnest sliver of a smile appeared. “So, Wraith, your threats are to no avail.”
Oh, he could be dangerous. “Then consider this an appeal to your better nature,” Inej told him.
He laughed, sharp and bitter. “I don’t have one.”
“You have common sense. Don’t give me a reason to come after you, and I won’t.” Inej met his gaze, hoping he would see the intent in her eyes.
He was still for a moment, then inclined his head. “Then perhaps I will see you again, Wraith. Or perhaps not. We’ll see what your code dictates.”
Without another word, he turned back to his desk. Inej hesitated for a fraction of a second, then slipped out the window. Activating the ascension cable she wore strapped to her wrist, she fired it and swung out across the city. She needed to find somewhere to think before her nightly patrols began.
She had a feeling then that she would meet Kaz Brekker again. And she truly didn’t know if she hoped for it or dreaded it.
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mossier-tendencies · 1 month ago
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severe lack of transfem raiden fanfics on ao3 (that aren't downright illegal). can i pleeeease have a oneshot of her bonding with her friends and being affirmed, yk, despite The Horrors. is that too much to ask.
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