#tfw 2023

[newestcool]

Akiko Aoki  f/w 2023 rtw Creative Director Akiko Aoki / 青木明子 Models @ @ & @ Fashion Editor/Stylist Maki Kimura / 木村真紀 Makeup Artist Rumiko Ikeda Harris / 池田ハリス留美子 Hair Stylist Hide Saiga / 雑賀英敏 Producer Michio Hoshina / 保科道夫 Casting Director Shimana Daisuke / 島名大介 Photographer Tomohiro Horiuchi / 堀内 智裕 Newest Cool on Instagram

[en-chi-la-da]

danganronpa rarepair week 2023 DAY TWO: running away/death feat: shuichi/korekiyo

for day two i decided on death (implied) with shinsai (also implied??) though i guess this one is less about the ship and more of like, a concept i like thinking about with these two lol

[unrulyknight]

happy secret samol!! this year drew sokrates/integrity for @cooltastrophe who had many good prompts but i simply couldnt resist the sokrates pull

[saimincoatl]

It took 0 effort to convince Wyll but no matter how hard I tried & reloaded I could NOT even GET to the roll to convince Astarion

[lenreli]

Day 25 - Spin the Bottle [Human AU]

[AO3]

Dream resists rolling his eyes, watching as Matthew and Johanna share a kiss, courtesy of the bottle they’re sitting around. Sadly, Matthew is next to him, so Dream knows he’s up next on the chopping block, and Dream thinks about just getting up and leaving. “Since sourpuss here won’t do it, can I?” Matthew asks loudly next to him, and everyone else shrugs and agrees. Dream scowls even more as he watches the empty wine bottle spin, and spin and― 

Land on Hob, across from him. Which, as far as people go, isn’t bad. Even though Dream is straight and Hob isn’t, but. Sighing, he gets up as Matthew shoves him over to Hob. “Still time to flee if you want,” Hob says once he’s closer. “I’m sure you could take the ribbing after.” 

“Let’s just get this over and done with,” he scowls, leaning hesitantly in. Hob’s eyes are sparkling, lips pursed as Dream puts his lips over Hob’s, warm and faintly scratchy from stubble and Dream starts to move away― 

“That’s not a kiss,” Hob mutters, affronted. Dream’s heart rate spikes as Hob’s hands cup his face, hands going into his hair and pull him down to another kiss, tongue licking against his lip as one of Hob’s hands goes to his hips and he’s pulled onto Hob’s lap. Gasping, his heart rate spikes even more as Hob kisses him, devouring and deep as a thumb strokes his cheek. Shivering, he melts onto Hob’s lap, grabbing onto the other man’s waist as he succumbs to the racing heart, to a kiss he’s never had before, full-body and consuming. 

The sounds fade as Hob hums, stubble pressing around his mouth and Dream’s mind struggles to take in the way Hob’s kissing him, tongue and teeth licking and nipping, sucking on his tongue, and Dream can feel his cock ― get interested in the proceeding. Whining into the other’s mouth, he shivers as the hand on his face goes down his neck, the extra sensation making him moan.

Dream moans a fuck into Hob’s mouth, feeling Hob’s other hand go up and under his shirt, nails scratching up it and he shivers, clutching desperately at Hob as they start to ground against each other, heart racing as he feels Hob’s hardness against his stomach, mind only going yes yes yes yes more as he moans, his hands going up to Hob’s jaw to touch the stubble, pleasant against his skin as Hob bites at his lip, changing the angle, and he whines as Hob’s other hand goes down to cup his arse and oh gods yes please―

Abruptly, he’s pulled away from Hob, and they both whine, other sounds coming back as―looking up, he sees Lucienne sigh, a hand on the scruff of his shirt as he’s pulled back to his seat, reality trickling in slowly as he stares back at Hob, whose lips are red, lap open and inviting―and there’s another sigh as he placed back onto the floor next to Matthew in confusion, Lucienne keeping a hold on his arm.

Eyes still stuck on Hob’s, who smiles as the others speak, admonishments for how explicit their kiss was becoming and other complaints. “Matthew,” he croaks, licking his lips and Dream’s pulse jumps as Hob’s eyes zero in on them, brown turned a deep black. “I’m gay,” he confesses, suddenly very sure that yes, definitely gay.

“But are you really gay, or is he just a good kisser?” Matthew asks.

“Both,” he replies immediately, touching his sensitive lips, insides squirming at Hob’s dark eyes on him still, not having left him at all, and Dream’s only stopped from going back over there by the iron grip Lucienne has on his arm.

[cashmere-caveman]

(1) Mitchell's prequel (2) John Darnielle, Wolf in White Van (3) S1E6 Bad Moon Rising (4) Richard Siken, Four Proofs (5) S1E6 Bad Moon Rising (6) Anne Carson, from the translator’s note to Antigone (7) Mitchell's Prequel (8) Salem M. S., INVISIBLE MONSTERS II (ode to chuck palahniuk) (9) Jenny Xie, Postmemory (10) S3E8 The Wolf-Shaped Bullet (11) S1E6 Bad Moon Rising (12) & (13) Jenny Xie, Postmemory (14) & (16) S3E1 Lia (15) & (17) Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead (18) & (21) S3E8 The Wolf-Shaped Bullet (19) Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor, Welcome to Night Vale Ep. 158 “The Battle for Time” (20) E. E. Cummings, FOUR VII (22) Lisa Peterson and Denis O’Hare, An Iliad

[aherdofbees]

[impregnatedafterpostbirthdaysex]

I know most garth fans do not like garth's character currently but reading titans (2023) #4 with no context and learning garth's in a cult and cult leader is weird about him + titans acting like friends when ur bestie has a toxic bf is so so funny

[frootlooppoptarts]

[welcometothereturn]

Guys I think I fucked up my soup (Summoning MCR back)

[newestcool]

Basicks s/s 2023 rtw Creative Director Masanori Morikawa Model Maria Shindo Fashion Editor/Stylist Yudai Ichinosawa  Newest Cool on Instagram

[greymouse42]

💜 Affection and Platonic Intimacy 💜

(pls accept my silly meme for @fe-aspec-week)

Yes it's a Barbie(2023) meme, yes it's lighthearted, but Alear's supports in Engage genuinely have a special place in my heart. I wasn't expecting to like the game, but it's just SO silly and somehow also SO sincere, and some of these characters wormed their way into my heart and are now beloved blorbos. I really liked how open-to-interpretation most of the supports were. 💜🤍🖤💚 I am rolling in aroace Engage headcanons and it's great.

Also someone tagged the og Barbie 2023 meme as "#aroace rights" and I've had this idea bouncing in my head since then.

(MAJOR THANK YOU to @damnilovefaerghus for making a character-less version of the fe3h S-support bg and thus saving me from scrambling to draw a background with 0 free time. THANK U I owe you my life.)

[noctishy]

I'm not sure when I'll actually get the DLC but I still wanted to doodle them

[biscuityskies]

a couple of knights on the road

"Who knows?" his brother says, cuffing Cody sharply on the shoulder once before heading back towards the castle. "Maybe married life will suit you." Cody? Commander of the Armies of the Krayt? Supposed to just settle down and call it quits as a soldier, cozy up into his new life as a married man to a spouse he never picked, let alone met even once? Yeah, right. As if.

this is perhaps my goofiest title. my most whimsical creation. what the heck happened here. anyways here's day three of @codywanweek, with prompts arranged marriage and there was only one bed

[catacomb-rats]

Mina: My dear, please Almighty God, your life may be all it promises: a long day of sunshine, with no harsh wind, no forgetting duty, no distrust...

Lucy: ...but I am full of vague fear, and I feel so weak and worn out. When Arthur came to lunch he looked quite grieved when he saw me, and I hadn't the spirit to try to be cheerful.

[lenreli]

Day 12 - Sunset [Human AU]

[AO3] Continuation of 50 Shades But Good!

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Dream sighs, shifting in his seat as the meeting ended, the other people leaving his office, watching surreptitiously as Hob enters to sit across from him, focused on his phone. “Hob,” he pouts ― then chokes, feeling the rubber cock ring snug against him, vibrate suddenly, and he rests his head on his desk with a whine. “You promised.” 

“I did,” Hob says, voice mild. “But it also depends on how you were during the day.” At this, the cock ring’s vibrations intensify, and a foot, Hob’s, slides up the inside of his leg, making them part as the rubber of the ring keeps his dick pulsing as it traps his erection.

“I was good,” Dream breathes ― and lets out a tiny wail, the vibrations intensifying even more, then suddenly stopping. “Please,” he begs, looking up to see Hob’s focus on the phone still. 

Hob hums and puts the phone face-down on the desk, giving him a smile. “I know. Doesn’t mean you’re going to come though. However,” Hob stands up, and Dream can only tilt his head as Hob tugs off his blazer and tie, putting them near Dream’s head. Though, soon enough Hob tugs him up and he follows along, heart skipping as he’s pushed against the glass window of his office. “You can touch me,” is all Hob says, warm body behind him as Dream stares out the window, at the many skyscrapers and the setting sun.

Dream gasps, hands scrabbling up the glass as his pants are taken down, leaking cock cold against the window as Hob pushes against the butt plug inside him. Dream groans, reaching behind to grab onto Hob’s hair as Hob pulls the plug out and enters him swiftly, pleasure maddeningly constant as Hob nibbles his throat, fucking him steadily, and Dream can only whine and gasp. 

A pleasant haze descends over Dream’s mind as he watches the sky, the sunset seared onto his mind as Hob comes with a whine of his name, a hand coming around to play with Dream’s cock. Hob huffs, the stubble of Hob’s cheek pressing into his neck, “you always go to subspace so easily,” Hob mutters, nipping sharply at his adam’s apple. 

Dream groans, leaning heavily against Hob as his some of the haze leaves him, “ah yes, it’s my fault that you’re so good at that,” Dream says dryly, and Hob tugs him back, with Hob ending up partly onto his desk as they kiss lazily, Dream turning around until he’s on top of Hob. 

“This wasn’t even meant to be an actual,” Hob huffs, “that’s still tonight.” 

“You spoil me,” Dream purrs, cupping Hob’s jaw as they kiss, his fingernails digging into Hob’s beard.

Hob sighs and instead of kissing him, leans to bite at his ear, Hob’s rough hands going to tug Dream’s pants up, still hard cock pulsing at the rough handling. “You’re cleaning up the window,” Hob whispers, hands going to his chest to push him away gently.