Vulgar Militia Vault

The concept lives in my brain.

If they're not lesbians then why are their colors like the lesbian pride flag???? checkmate miyazaki

finished my first semester oufh god finally blorbo time

How many times had he sat beside his sister, holding her hand and listening to her shaky breathing while she bit down on the same worn wooden slat, trying not to make a sound even as the Perfumers carved away another piece of her rotten flesh? How many times had he pressed a cool cloth to her sweat-soaked chest as she endured another fever, too hot despite the shivers that rattled through her? Yet here she was once again, leaning back against her headboard with a feverish flush to her skin as she bit down on her bottom lip, desperate to stifle every breath and every sound that threatened to escape. Malenia's hand covered his where it was lightly resting over her hip, her fingertips pressing roughly against his palm as she struggled between her desire to pull him closer and her reflex to push him away. Miquella hadn't anticipated how it would feel the first time it happened, when he managed to slowly unravel her, coaxing out a full-throated moan that seemed to reverberate through her body. How sweet a sound it was to hear, so unlike her stifled moans he'd grown accustomed to hearing, always pulled from her through pain not pleasure. Oh how desperately he wished to hear it again.