#im lesbian just for her

[meawred]

how come none of you have ever showed me this picture???

[churroach]

Full of Desires

[hinamie]

10 years later

[shouyuus]

18+, yet more vi-shaped brainrot, mndi

yes so we have all considered rugby/college roommate!vi but have we considered waterpolo/childhood bff!vi.

waterpolo!vi who's constantly at the pool, so much so that her sweat even on her gym days smell like chlorine. who will stand in the lockers with nothing but a towel around her waist, water still dripping down her body, tits out, just texting, grinning down at her phone bc she totally doesn't have post notifs on for your instagram... like who does that, right? but damn, you look cute in the little sundress you wore to brunch last sunday with your friends -- she wonders if you'll tell her about it at lunch later today.

waterpolo!vi who's been friends with you since childhood, and you were the one who go her into swimming because that one summer when you were both eight and your mom signed you up for swim-class, you cried for half and hour bc you said you weren't gonna know anyone there. and vi, being the amazing bff and neighbor that she is, of course, volunteered as tribute. she'd never forgotten how much fun it was to play in the shallows with you after the class had ended, splashing at each other, pretending to have a tea-party, sitting criss-cross at the bottom of the sun-soaked water, how you'd pulled your hair out of the swim-cap and let it halo around you in soft, wispy waves.

waterpolo!vi who definitely hasn't told you that she only applied to this uni (on a sports scholarship bc she knew that'd get her in) bc you said it was your top choice. thankfully, it has one of the better waterpolo teams, so you were ecstatic when you found out. who, by then, has definitely figured out that her affection for you is just a bit more than straight up bff status, but she also don't wanna fuck things up with you so she keeps her mouth shut. and really, she asks herself, what's the difference anyway? i mean, you hadn't even blinked when she brought up wanting to sign up for the same freshman dorms. ("of course we are! what, did you think i'd let anyone else be my roommate? gosh, it's like you don't know me at all!")

waterpolo!vi who tries to give you your own space (having practice every single day helps with that tbh), but can't help when her heart skips a lil every time you text her, or every time you post something on social media. she tells herself that it's okay to text back immediately, you've been friends for so long after all, right? that doesn't make her look weird or desperate? right? right.

waterpolo!vi who honestly still gets off to the memory of the one time the pair of you made out drunkenly at a party in high school -- it had been one of those backyard parties where everyone was drinking fucked up jungle juice and things were already a mess when you got there. but you were always down for a good time, and so was she, but somehow, it'd ended up with the pair of you curled up in a dark corner, your legs slung over her lap, her fingers inching up the hem of your spaghetti strap top, all eager, clumsy lips and needy little moans and the taste of your strawberry-mint glitter lipgloss.

waterpolo!vi who definitely tries a bit harder to show off whenever you come to her games, always checking the stands, her face lighting up whenever she spots you in the crowd, waving at her, cheering whenever she makes a goal. afterwards, she'd find flowers tucked into her locker and the rest of the team snickering at how red she's gotten staring at them before she towel-whips the nearest one and tells them all to shut up.

waterpolo!vi who asks you to come to the gym with her, promises it'll be chill and that she won't work you too hard, but nearly short-circuits when you show up in a pair of lululemon shorts and a sports bra, your hair tugged up into a high ponytail, telling her that you got these super cute stickers from a cafe you went to last week and have been meaning to give one of them to her so your water bottles can match. who makes good on her word of not working you too hard, but she definitely suffers in her own workout that day cause she's too busy watching you do squats (she tells herself its to make sure ur form is good but we all know the truth).

waterpolo!vi who freaks out when, on her birthday, the water polo team texts her and tells her to come to the pool house, alone. she thinks it's just another one of their weird pranks, but when the lights click on and you're standing there behind a massive cake with her name hung up behind you in lurid, bright pink blow up balloons, she freezes. and then a there's champagne popping and spraying at her, completely soaking her tanktop, sticking to her skin. you squeal, laughing as you shake a bottle towards her, grinning so wide she thinks her heart might burst.

"surprise! happy birthday!"

"holy shit -- oh yeah! it's my birthday!"

you roll your eyes, dabbing at some champagne that had gotten on your cheek, glancing at a few of the other girls.

"yeah, that's the thing with birthday's vi, they happen every year. and yet somehow every year, i'm the one that remembers its your birthday."

vi just grins, pulling you in to press a fat, wet kiss to your cheek, making you squirm bc she's literally soaked with champagne still, and a few of the girls on the team smirk in her direction when they make eye contact with her, but she only glares at them before going back to watching you fuss about the cake and how many slices to cut it into.

an idea slithers into her head, a truly insidious idea. but fuck it, it's her birthday, and she deserves to have a little fun (and she doesn't think you'll be too mad at her afterwards), so she inches her hand up till it's cradling the back of your head, then shoves your face into the top layer of the cake. you yelp, jerking back with your mouth wide open, icing smeared across your skin. everyone laughs, but vi only grins and wipes a bit of the sweet cream from your cheek, sucking her thumb into her mouth.

"mm delicious, princess. thanks."

you blink at her for a few seconds before sighing, attempting to wipe a bit more of the cake from your face, and falling into a fit of giggles as well.

"whatever, i guess if it makes you that happy," you say, accepting a few napkins from one of the girls on the team. someone else takes over cutting the cake, and a few un-spilled bottles of champagne are already being poured into red solo cups. "i'm gonna go clean up -- be right back."

vi watches you make for the lockers, but someone shoves her towards you. she turns to find several of her teammates motioning furiously in your direction, mouthing go, you fucker, go!

she teeters for a few seconds before jogging after you.

"hey! i'll -- uh -- i'll come with you. since it's my mess too." she laughs, nudging you with her shoulder as she catches up to you.

waterpolo!vi who has to hold her breath when she's helping you wipe cake icing from your face, running a damp towel down your neck, you tilting your head back to give her better access.

"so, how long've you been planning this?" she asks, if only to say something to break the silence.

"not that long -- like a week or so. the cake took the longest -- i wanted to get it from your favorite place on the edge of town, but they don't do deliveries, so i had to go and get it without you knowing, and then figure out where to hide it --"

"oh is that was the 'emergency study sesh' was that you had to run off to this morning was?"

you grin, sheepish as she pulls back to look you over.

"yeah... but i mean -- as long as you liked it! it was worth it, right?"

"oh i loved it, cupcake," she says, casually bopping your nose as she tosses the towel into the big laundry cart for cleaning. she takes a breath, "you're the best friend a girl could ask for, princess."

and she sees it the, the something flicker across your face, a shadow that darkens your eyes for just a second before you look back up at her.

"uhm... about that --"

"hm?" vi turns so fast her neck almost cricks. fuck.

you're staring at her, and she's staring back. there's a moment, like the held-breath between twirling fan-blades.

"i -- uhm -- damn," you look down at your hands, your cheeks suddenly flooding with color, "i had this whole speech prepped and everything --"

vi plops down on locker bench in front of you, tugging your chin back up.

"c'mon, princess. what is it?"

your eyes catch, and vi feels her stomach flip, her heart crawling up the length of her chest to beat, bleating and desperate, at the back of her throat. she can almost taste the metallic thump of it on her tongue.

"i just -- it's --" you twist your fingers in your lap, "i've been meaning to... to tell you for a while but uhm --"

"tell me what?" fuck, her voice comes out so raspy, so needy. she swallows, trying for her usual nonchalance. "you can tell me anything, y'know that right, cupcake?"

you purse your lips, her words seemingly setting you more and more on edge. she leans forward, mesmerized by the pink plumpness caught beneath your teeth. she swipes her thumb along the corner.

"sorry -- missed a spot..." she pulls back, showing you the tiny smear of icing on her finger.

"i like you," you blurt out, the momentum of the words carrying you forward just a bit, and you're gasping when you jerk back, eyes wide, as if you can't believe you'd just said that out loud.

vi freezes.

"oh."

"sorry that was -- i was gonna tell you later tonight -- i had this whole thing planned but -- ugh, there's even a really nice bottle of wine chilling in the fridge --"

but vi's kissing you, and holy shit -- vi's kissing you. her hand at the back of your neck, her other hand cupping your cheek, and she's pressing you back so hard you almost stumble off the bench, squeaking in surprise when she nearly hauls you to your feet to press you up against one of the lockers, cushioning your head with a palm.

"v-vi? mmngh --" you gasp, lashes fluttering as she licks her way down your neck, sucking a hard hickey into the skin there, her teeth biting down as she fists her fingers in your hair.

"holy shit -- sorry -- just -- you have no idea how long i've wanted this --"

she pulls back, her pupils blown, and for a second, you wonder if she's drunk -- you wonder if you're drunk because what is happening right now -- but then you remember that neither of you have had anything to drink yet.

"y-you have?"

vi groans, pushing back in to mouth at your lips, "yeah -- sh-shoulda told you earlier but --" she tugs at the strap of your dress, reveling in the tiny little gasping sound you make as she nips at your collarbone.

waterpolo!vi who can't believe this is happening right now -- really, she might be dreaming, but even if she is, whatever. it's the best dream she's had in ages, having you whimpering against her in this empty locker, your fingers digging into her back as she rucks up your skirt.

"fuck princess, if you're joking about this you better tell me now because --"

"i -- i'm not violet, i swear if you stop --"

she keens when she tugs aside your panties and feels your wetness collect on her fingers. she grins, pulling back just far enough to catch your eyes -- they're glazed over with want, and so, so soft. it almost makes her pause, almost.

she pushes forward, sinking a finger into you, groaning at the tightness. your head lolls back against the closed lockers and vi takes the chance to admire you -- the soft sweep of your lashes as your eyes flutter closed, the round o of your mouth as you moan, the tiny crease between your eyebrows as pleasure paints itself by strokes across the delicate features of your face.

"yeah? that feel good, princess?"

"mm -- mhm --" you nod, fervently, looking back down with half-lidded eyes, reaching down to pull vi back towards you for a long kiss. you lick into her mouth, rocking your hips down against her hand. she hisses against you, her mind nearly fizzing out at the way you drop your face into her shoulder, hanging onto her for dear life as she fucks you on her fingers.

waterpolo!vi who misses nearly her entire birthday party for fucking her new girlfriend to pieces in the lockers. not like her teammates didn't know -- sound really carries in that locker room. she knows. they know. you only find out later when the pair of you come back to the party, red-faced and way too disheveled, vi looking way too smug.

"have a good time in there?" one of the girls asks.

vi shrugs, "yeah y'know. just had to make sure she was cleaned up properly."

another girl rolls her eyes, "yeah right. and im sure all the screaming was because you were just doing such a thorough job, right."

vi smirks, "i try."

waterpolo!vi who makes a point of coming back from swim practice with her hair still wet, a towel draped around her shoulders, baggy shorts around her hips, a tight white tank, and nothing else, just because she knows it makes you pause, knows it sets you off. grins when she comes home to drop a kiss to your cheek and you look up, only to swallow, eyes raking down her body.

"gonna jump in the shower, wanna join me?"

you crinkle your nose, glancing back at the group project you were trying to finish with some classmates on zoom.

"uhm -- sorry guys -- i gotta go."

"wait what -- we're supposed to finish this tonight --"

"sorry, there's uh --" you glance back at vi, who's smirking, leaning in your doorway, an eyebrow hitched, "i think my girlfriend burnt the toast in the kitchen -- sorry, bye!"

you hang up the zoom call even as vi scoffs.

"really? i burnt the toast one time."

she tugs you to her for a kiss as you try to walk by her towards the bathroom. you grin against her lips.

"yeah, and it set off the fire alarm for the entire building, remember?"

"mm. yeah, whatever," she mumbles, busying herself with tugging off your sweatshirt as the pair of you stumble into the bathroom.

"how was practice?" you ask, as vi kicks the door closed behind you, jerking off her tank with one hand, kicking it away on the tiled floor before advancing on you with a predatory glint in her eyes.

"it was fine. we did passing and man-up drills. nothing too bad -- shoulders are sore though."

"yeah? you wanna massage after this?"

"mm that does sound nice," vi says, twisting on the shower, jerking her head for you to step in, climbing in after you with a soft, satisfied groan as the hot water hits her aching muscles.

"but for right now," she says, twisting you around and pressing a quick kiss to your lips, "why don't you get on your knees for me, pretty? there's just one more thing i want you to take care of for me before that massage."

you lick your lips, kiss her back, before dropping to your knees with a sweet smile.

"ready for your post-workout?" you ask, blinking up at her with your big, innocent eyes, even as your fingers inch up her thighs, coaxing them apart. vi groans, leaning back against the cool shower tiles.

"holy fuck yeah."

[inkskinned]

so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.

first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.

it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.

and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.

you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.

and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.

your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.

in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.

in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.

so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.

you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.

once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.

and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"

you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?

hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!

you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.

we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

[fizzlewizard404]

i got hit with the biggest brain blast drawing idea so i got to work

[froglover7789]

every iteration of the doctor can be categorized into two categories: dyke and twink

[autonomyofadeer]

pass her aroun' like a toy.

! nsfw ! ambessa x sevika x female reader

summary -;- you're a brothel worker, planned to have a night with your regular. but your time seems to be cut short as a woman you were terrified of walks in.

tags -;- dom!sevika, dom!ambessa, really dark, spit roasting, dark aspects, bdsm, passing around sorta, strap usage, slapping/hair pulling, squirting, cigarette burn, initial carving

you're clocking in to your shift at the brothel, greeting babette as you stride to the dressing rooms alongside the bar area. it was a normal day in zaun, no sounds from jinx or her people. no sounds from piltover or whatever they choose to be called. you couldn't be bothered by the current politics.

you slip out of your everyday clothes, adorning your body in a thin lace thong with a bow on the back and a bra that barely covered your perky nipples. you fluff up your hair, reaplying your makeup and adding extra setting spray. you had a session with sevika, knowing her usual, it was gonna be a rough night for you.

babette rings the bell, signaling that she was here for you.

you stroll into your room, pulling back the curtain as your gaze locks on her. her hair is shorter than last time, a new piercing shines in the light below her lip line. you raise an eyebrow at this but you bite back any remarks.

"baby.." sevika coos to you, clouding your mind almost instantly. she lifts her hand, spreading her legs as she curls her finger at you, signaling you to come sit. and of course you abide by her request.

you sit down on her thigh, facing her. "you look pretty.. with the new haircut." you mumble to her as you admire the new prominent blue scar on her cheek. you run your fingers along it, eluding a shiver from her.

she grabs your hand and places a kiss on the top of it. "been needin' you so bad today baby." she practically groans in your ear. she litters kisses and soft bites across your neck as you lean back, a soft moan finding its way out of your mouth. sevika bites down on top of your jugular, causing a spike in your heart rate.

you know she would never hurt you, but it still frightened you. one of the most powerful women of zaun, ever since silco died, right here in your lap. who wouldn't be nervous?

you're suddenly yanked out of your thoughts as you feel teeth graze your nipple. your hands find their place on sevika's shoulders as she continues to suckle on your now hardened nipples.

a damp patch grows in your panties, you start to softly grind against her jeans as you angle your clit just right. she moves her hand onto your hip, halting your movements for a minute before she rolls her thigh upwards. a moan drags from your lips into the air.

"so pretty f'me.." she exhales as she picks up a cigarette, lighting it swiftly as she leans back to take in your disheveled appearance. a faint blush rises on your cheeks.

sevika balances her cigarette netween her lips as she puffs out smoke into your face. it's almost intoxicating.

she flips you up and over in one motion, your ass up and face down in the pillows as she stands up. she faces the couch as she faces her girl.

she moves across the room, you don't dare to look at her due to what happened last time. the faint marks of cigarettes on your thighs remind you just of it all.

the rattling sound of a belt catches your attention, as your panties are suddenly yanked down. "pretty pussys so wet, almost crying yeah?" she coos to you, almost making you feel pathetic as she swipes her index finger up and down your slit.

she collects your slick, bringing it up to her mouth as she moans at your taste. she can't take it anymore as you feel a very thick strap prod at your entrance. it elicits a whimper from your mouth from a slight hint of anticipation.

a loud moan flees your lips as shw pushes in, her hands grasping your hips as she bottoms out with no faults. your pussy was made for her. the sound of sloppy, wet squelching sounds can be heard along with trails of moans and whimpers.

suddenly you hear something that frightens you, the sound of the curtain being pulled back. you quickly tap sevika's thigh quickly from fright. she pulls out, as you sit up fast.

your eyes widen from fear. it was her.

ambessa, warlock, leader, war machine, ambessa fucking medarda. what the fuck was she doing in your room? what was she doing in zaun??

sevikas hips stuttered as she faulters back. she lowers her head, avoiding the powerful womans gaze. you've never seen her sized up before.

"so i see the rumors are true. silco's henchmen run amuck doing this pure filth in their free time while my army is fighting for freedom from your people." ambessa proclaims as she steps forwards until shes infront of you.

she grips your face, her large fingers prodding at your mouth until you're forced to open. your tongue rolls out as a chuckle escapes ambessas lips.

"such a pretty thing. i paid for the hour. i get anything i want yeah?" ambessa asks you as you shakily nod your head.

"sit over there sevika, maybe ill let you join in once you tell me information on that jinx." she commands, her voice filling your ears as sevika sits down in the corner chair. ambessa approaches sevika, pulling out a ball of blue light, a fucking hextech ball. "you move, you speak without being spoken to, anything. and i will load this." she threatens sevika.

your mouth is still pried open, you try to close it until you're met with a harsh slap. the stinging sensation fills your chest. a fat glob of spit lands on your tongue as she looks at you, you understand what she wants so you swallow it quickly.

"so obedient.." ambessa mutters. she lets go of your jaw as she walks around the room. "so.. you wanna talk? maybe then ill go easy on your little toy." she questions sevika.

"not in a million," sevika spits onto ambessas boot, "fucking years." she exencuates the last words. ambessa grabs a strap harness and grabs the largest size possible.

"such a shame that this poor lamb has to endure this because of you.." she tuts at sevika as your face is shoved back into the pillow. a harsh slap is met across the skin of your ass. your whimper fills the air. suddenly you feel familiar silicone pressed against your slit, but it was far larger than sevikas ever used. you try to mutter soft pleas at her but it was to no avail as she starts to push into you.

you claw at the fabric on the couch, tears filling your eyes from the painful stretch. she continues to push forwards as she didn't care what your reaction to it would be, until she bottoms out. a choked sob escapes from your mouth as your tears spill from your eyes. sevika sucks in a breath at the sight, feeling a tinge of sympathy.

suddenly she pulls out, then slams back in against your cervix. it knocks the air out of you as she slams your hips back and forth against her. it wasn't pleasurable for you at all, it was simply a manipulation tactic.

a harsh string of sobs flee from your lips as you beg sevika to help you, not knowing that ambessa has hextech on her. "puh-lease- sev- sevika please- fuck oh please-!"

sevikas heart tugs as she suddenly seems to be spilling words endlessly. "there's gonna be a rally- under the statue of vander. later tomorrow." she mutters out, ambessas pace not slowing down. "everyone who supports jinx is gonna be there." she tells one final time, a soft "tuttut" escapes ambessas lips.

she lifts you up, sitting you down in her lap as her strap stays angled inside you. "see how easy that was.." she strokes your cheek as she wipes away your tears from your cheek. "now now little lamb, no need to waste perfectly good tears." she tells you with a stupid grin on her face, she knows what she's doing to you.

a slight rock of her hips and you find yourself broken. your hands grip on her shoulders as you bury your head in her neck as whimpers and moans of yours fill the air. a large hand snakes down and rubs your clit in sharp circles.

soft praises fill your ears as ambessa draws you closer and closer to finishing. she continues to relentlessly pound into your cervix, bruising your soft spots inside until you're seeing stars.

"now.. if you don't get that brat in line with the rest of them, i will come back and inflict so.. so much worse." ambessa claims to sevika as a small handheld device is pulled out of her pocket. she approaches you in sevikas lap, trailing the tip of whatever she had alongside your back. until she presses down.

a splash of liquid trails along her waist and stomach as your body wracks and heaves. a familiar voice draws you back.

"baby.. baby?" sevika murmurs into your ear, you're curled up in her lap as a damp cloth cleans your lower half.

a sharp scream escapes your lips, a small blade was dragged along your skin. she was carving something into your back for all to see. it was horrifying. as sevika bit her lip, knowing ambessa could and will either kill her or throw her into the pits.

"i hope you've learned your lesson sevika." ambessa says as she finally leaves the room.

blood drips down your back as tears leak from your eyes. the initials 'A, M' now permanently carved into your back.

this made you contemplate your life contract with sevika.

[dykealloy]

whatever. fem law be upon ye

[fizzytoo]

preparing to play lovestruck w a bad bitch 😋😋

original lot by @captain-silvera

[ylceon]

[pointlessjey]

Out of everything that could've possibly made me want to draw I was not expecting it to be a tangled series. But... cassandra you stole my heart

[lovebvffys]

Willow Rosenberg referring to herself as gay/a lesbian for nine gifs straight gay

[felsicveins]

John Dory's Final ex reveal!!!

It's Creek!

Wait, what's this?

It's Patty with the steel chair!!!

Meet Patty the Pain™!!! She's a professional wrestler rock troll! She and JD met at a party after a wrestling show and she basically said "I like you. You're going to be my boyfriend for a little while."

[arolegos]

mor of my cowboy ninja bullshit haiiiiiiiii . happy lesbian day!!!!

+ extra non cowboy amberpenis stuff!!! woohoo yuri!!!

[goobobbers]

ugghhh whatever man! shakes butt