#vanilla h

[confetticupcakes]

[itswilliamleonard]

In Praise of Comic Sanctus

[theknucklehead]

Here are some female characters known for being blank faced/expressionless.

I don't really know what it is I like about these types of characters, maybe it's because they remind me of myself usually.

[stupidlysunny]

The Smiling Angels

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Girls Group 2 Match 6

SUBMISSION PROPAGANDA:

Himiko -

"Magic."

Vanilla-

"Vanilla foreverrrr!!!! Vanilla autistic queen!!!!! A perpetual blank faced kid with special interests in religion and the ocean and a plushie friend always at hand!!!! chased a friend around for years until he Tried This Cool New Thing She Likes. her quiet little deadpanned jokes voted best at comedy in-universe over and over by a very biased source. she is so good i feel like i grew up with her. im very attatched to her."

[smellpelt]

Got a lovely set of the girls! I also hope one day I have all of the sitting figures too

[hyasynthesis]

Galaxy Angel Galaxy Angel 3 Episode 1

[dollarstore-kins]

Lesbian Vanilla H icons requested by @peanutbutterjellysammy !!

-Mod ET

[unluckyprime]

truthless ❗️

[confetticupcakes]

[sage0ftruth]

The REAL ending of SageRecluse costume story:

Sage: I will not stop spreading the truth because toegther, we are Cookie Run: Kingdom…

Recluse: … What.

Sage: Join my truthful rock band.

[stupidlysunny]

The Smiling Angels!

(No allan forte, sorry 😿 ill probs do him tommorow)

[valuvrarte]

Doodle compilation from twt woah

[b4kuch1n]

red lion wizard !

[ssongsboo]

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❕ : 69 // slight somno

⟢ i bet you wanna be mine .ᐟ

he’s still out cold when you wake up, tangled in the sheets like he’s part of them. soft morning light cuts through the blinds, painting golden bars across his bare face, the slope of his shoulders, the teeth-shaped bruises down his neck.

last night still clings to him- damp curls sticking to his forehead, faint pearls of sweat glittering against his throat. he’s sprawled out, one arm slung over his head, lips parted like he’s still moaning for you in his dreams.

you ache everywhere, but you feel good. fucked-out and warm and full of him in a way that lingers. you should get up, should shower, should maybe even let him sleep off the afterglow of last night. but instead, you just… look at him.

he’s too pretty like this.

his face slack, lips parted, soft breaths moving his chest in gentle waves. he looks like a painting. and maybe it’s the way the sheets have fallen low on his hips, or the memory of how he moaned for you last night, but your thighs press together under the covers and your mouth starts to water.

you shift a little, careful not to wake him, and trail your fingers down his stomach- just watching the way he reacts, even in sleep. the way he twitches under your touch.

you don’t even mean to take it further, but you just need a taste. just need to feel him on your tongue again.

you let your lips brush over the head of his cock, featherlight, just to see. and the sound he makes- barely there, breathy and soft- makes something in you snap.

you settle between his legs, pushing the blankets down just enough to breathe, and take your time with him. slow, almost lazy. kitten licks along the underside of his length, soft kisses to his thighs, tongue tracing where you bit him the night before. he’s already half hard from your teasing, shifting slightly in his sleep, brows twitching like he’s trying to chase the feeling in a dream.

you wrap your lips around him again, a little deeper this time. hands sliding up his stomach, nails just grazing. you hollow your cheeks and let your spit drip down, working him nice and wet, savoring how heavy he feels on your tongue. it’s not even about getting him off yet- it’s about tasting him. letting your mouth worship him like he deserves.

and that’s when he gasps awake.

“fuck… baby…”

his voice is wrecked, rasped raw from begging your name, and it sends a ripple of heat straight between your thighs. he barely opens his eyes, but his hands find your waist like they always do- needy and sure, like his body remembers even if his mind is still catching up.

“come here,” he murmurs, tugging you up, shifting you until your thighs are straddling his face under the covers.

you laugh softly, breathless, but you listen- because of course you do. because when xayden asks like that, voice thick with sleep and lust, there’s no such thing as saying no.

you adjust your position carefully, still bobbing your head, now angled across his chest with the blanket draped over both of you. and the second your pussy brushes his lips, he groans like it’s the first inhale after drowning.

he licks into you like he needs it. like he needs you. tongue slow at first, savoring your taste, then firmer, hungrier, pushing his face deeper between your thighs. your rhythm falters for a moment- dick slipping from your mouth as a gasp escapes you- but he grips your ass and pulls you back down with a low, desperate sound.

“don’t stop,” he mumbles against your cunt, already breathless, “wanna feel you… wanna taste you while you suck me off…”

his words make your whole body pulse. you sink back down on him, sloppier now, spit-slick and aching, your own moans muffled by the weight of him on your tongue. he’s leaking for you, so sensitive it makes his thighs twitch under your hands.

he alternates between licking and sucking, tongue dragging from your clit down to your hole, then back up again like he can’t decide which part of you he loves more. he makes the filthiest noises under you- wet, obscene, shameless. and when he sucks on your clit just right, your hips buck and you choke a little around his cock, which only makes him groan louder.

his hands roam constantly- gripping your waist, squeezing your thighs, sliding up your sides under the oversized t-shirt you forgot you were still wearing. he’s not in a rush, and neither are you. it’s messy and lazy, drawn out and overwhelming and so perfect- tangled limbs and sleepy moans, both of you drowning under the blankets in each other. your legs tremble over his shoulders as he licks deeper, and you feel him throb in your mouth at the sound of your whine.

his hips start to stutter under you, and you can feel it- feel how close he is by the way he breathes, the way his hands tighten, the way his tongue gets just a little more frantic between your legs.

“baby,” he whines, voice muffled against you, “gonna cum if you keep going like that…”

have to give credits to my pretty baby @silly-flower419 bc weve talked abt this briefly and ive been soo insane ever since so like this was partly her idea go show her some love 😛😛

[purfyberrykingdom]