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[laarems]

What do you think about Chongyun and Xingqiu 👀 I wanna know!!

I love them a lot and I'm happy every time they are in a scene or mentioned together. They were the first genshin characters I drew when I started playing a couple of years ago!

[lostherlemons]

migraines are a total clusterfuck I hope it goes away soon !! . I’ve had to go to the hospital before and they usually give ibuprofen , and a fluid iv. I take ginger gravol and try hot baths and if i can’t then try ice packs to the neck stomach or forehead and lay down w ambient music . recovery foods usually are rice and gatorade.

tysm!! it is finally starting to go away now; just need to somehow fall asleep.

i'm on several medications already for my situation since it's been an ongoing issue for 20 years now but unfortunately sometimes they just Do Not Work 😅

i will have to get myself some ginger gravol tho. thanks for the tip!

[harundraws]

may i offer a YJ doodle dump in these trying times?

[laurasimonsdaughter]

The werewolf sisters

Please share my delight in this folktale collected by Charles Joisten, from Joseph Lauzier in Champoléon in 1960:

There once lived three girls in the old water mill at Mourinou. One evening, they dressed as wolves and warmed themselves around the stove.

Some young men from neighbouring villages came to see them at their evening gathering. They were known to be pretty girls! Before going inside, they looked through the window to see if anyone was there and they saw the three werewolves. One of the young men said: "We must go back and we will arrive singing."

So, when the young girls heard singing, they quickly took off their wolf skins and the young men returned. But the young girls had not had time to properly lock up their belongings in the cupboard; there was a wolf's paw or tail sticking out.

Then the young men asked: “Huh, what is that?”

Then one of the girls replied: “If you had come a moment before, well we were wolves and we would have eaten you!”

[reallyhardydraws]

as a historical fashion enjoyer the quarry's "1950s" DLC pack outfits are a bit 'modern people trying to put a vaguely '50s look together with modern clothes' looking to me (which may very well have been their intention!) but here's some ideas because i love to be extra:

emma inspired by casual marilyn monroe looks, but with a retro cheerleader ponytail. i liked the scarf idea but i thought her look read the least as 1950s with the colour choices and style of shirt/trousers. for abi i was looking at a picture of 1950s tomboy style with a bigger sweater and rolled up, masculine trousers. i thought as the artist she should have paint on her clothes, and her hair is curled tighter to look shorter and pinned with a barette. also for a 50s backpack, it should look like [this, probably with its own paint stains too.] for nick he's described as 'nerdy' so i added glasses (i think he had them in concept art too?) and leaned into that so he looks more like doody in grease live lol. the orange soda badge is a gift from a camper.

jacob can wear jeans tbh there should be more jeans idk why supermassive decided that ppl didn't wear jeans in the 1950s, especially elvis-loving teenagers. the classic white tee, jeans and converse look is great for him he just needs the proper 1950s elvis hair. for laura's again i was leaning into casual marilyn , (like i think supermassive were trying to do) just more dressed down than emma with rolled jeans. and she needed a hat! so i also put her hair down. max needs a proper short, gelled preppy hairdo. also i don't think he'd be in a full buttoned up collar and tie to drive down to summer camp, so i used the same-ish colour palette but gave him a flannel.

dylan's look was the most true to 1950s i'd say, so i just used a more exciting print for the shirt. i like the clashing patterns for him. ryan's was also not bad but has very little personality so i thought he could have more of that rebel vibe like again seen in some concept art for him. in the group livestream justice was talking about wanting to play a competent badass character anyway! for kaitlyn she's got the most tomboyish look of the gals, but i missed the colour in her outfit so she gets a fun shirt too. anyway, here they are!

[cellard0ors]

I've given this thought and while I'm kind of sick this Xmas Eve ('cause fuck my life) I'm STILL going to make a little naughty...

(cut for NSFW words/ideas - set in The Full Deck series)

Laura thought she hated Travis when he was the sheriff of North Kill.

But then she met Sheriff Malloy.

Malloy is in his late twenties and a complete dick.

He's entitled, he's egotistical, and he bends the law in ways Travis never would and yeah, okay, Travis covered murders and held people hostage, but he didn't outright discriminate and use his authority over people to get what he wanted.

For example, Malloy is the kinda guy who will intimidate a woman into going out for a drink with him - like, ohhhh, I pulled you over for speeding (they weren't), but if you go to Dixie's with me, well, I'll treat you to a Cosmo and we can forget all about it...

...a Cosmo? What year is this? The late nineties? Early two thousands via Sex and the City-gendered-womens-drink-bullshit?

Malloy wasn't even the deputy! He only got promoted to sheriff because his Daddy painted the right palms green. So. Malloy is the sheriff and Travis's boss and a total tool to boot.

He also makes these snide little comments about Laura being a golddigger or Travis a cradle robber and Laura is looking for ways to get back at him when she gets lucky.

...and so, ironically, does Travis.

Because Travis has some sniffles and is told to stay home and work from there and Laura, with the day off, manages to come across him while he's on a conference call.

Sure, he's on mute (right now) and Malloy is droning on and on while other officers and officials listen in, but that's not the point. No. The point is, muted or not, they're on camera.

And Travis's laptop camera is small. And shitty. And pointed directly at his face, making it perfectly easy for Laura to covertly sneak into where he is and then down low and quiet until she can ease around his legs, right between them, and (in fact) beneath his desk.

Travis almost jumps a mile high and hisses at her to go away and Malloy's voice comes across tinny, asking if something is wrong and Travis has to unmute to say no and lie and say that the cat just startled him even as Laura's fingers go for the fly of his jeans.

Travis mutes again so fast and gestures at her to stop and to go, all while appearing casual and unaffected, but Laura has the most evil grin in the world and he knows what this means, because it's her 'I'm getting my way no matter what' look and he's already hardening as she draws him out into the open air.

And he crosses his fingers for erectile dysfunction of all things to hit him and hit him now to save him from this, but no - oh, no - he's already raring to go, like a damn teenager the moment she gets those pretty little lips of hers wrapped around his length.

It doesn't help that she hums like he's the best, most delicious thing she's ever had in her mouth and she's sucking and licking at him like he's a melting popsicle and it's true he is melting and his hands are curled into hard fists and one is pressed against his mouth and he has his eyebrows knitted together like he's thinking hard but he's really not thinking at all as Laura bobs her head smoothly up and down a couple of times.

She's looking up at him - blue eyes glassy and gorgeous and it's a very 'what's wrong, Travis?' teasing look and the hand that's out of sight from the camera, the one balled as a fist on one of his thighs goes to her loose golden hair.

His thick fingers plough through the silky masses, tugs and pulls, until he forms it into a rough, makeshift ponytail, the back of his knuckles scraping her scalp as he starts encouraging her, because his willpower is zip, and he can't fight the strong ocean tides of Laura Kearney.

She openly moans around him now and he's glad he has that one fist to his mouth and that the mute button is on as he groans and his balls pulse and if this baby girl doesn't draw off of his dick soon...

...and he's never ever thought of her that way before, but considering she's going down on him in a very pornographic way he can imagine her by a pornographic title and she lets out a whimper as she squirms beneath him and presses her own thighs tight together and slowly he opens the fist he has over his mouth, resting the heel of his hand against his top lip - mouth still covered - as he asks her roughly if her clit stings.

Laura's mouth is full of his dick and she's doing her valiant best to reach the root even as she shoots him a big doe-eyed sorrowful look and manages something close to a 'mm hmm!' in answer to his question.

Voice deadly soft, he whispers 'Poor sweetheart - I'm sorry it hurts, but you have to wait. Have to be a good girl and swallow me first' and she lets out the most fantastic sound

It's angry yet wanting and excited and he flexes his hips and oh fuck, oh fuck, it's happening soon. It's happening now and it's-!

Travis's head falls back and both hands are cradling her head now, practically crushing it, as he starts cuming in long, hard pulls - ropes of cum painting her throat and the inside of her cheeks and then she sputters and they're on her face and Travis can see the pearly sheen of his release and he feels like it'll never stop-!

...until it does.

It does and his head falls back against the office chair limply and out of the corner of his eyes he can see a red-faced, angry Sheriff Malloy and he pushes the unmute button to ask thickly "What?"

"Hackett! Have you been listening?!? I was asking you about the latest cases of graffiti tagging in Low End Park and I look up and you look like you're having a seizure! Did your old man ticker give out or what?!?"

Travis is about to answer only for Laura to pop her face on screen, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright as she says, "No, his ticker is in great working order! As are his other parts! Gotta go!"

And with that, Laura snaps the laptop shut, ending the call.

And Travis looks at Laura as if she's lost her mind. And as if she's the most perfect, most angelic person in existence. And then she's crawling into his lap and biting her bottom lip and moaning, "My clit still hurts, honey..."

...and what else can Travis do?

He takes care of the situation.

Like he takes care of everything.

And, surprisingly, Travis doesn't lose his job. He does, however, get told video conference calls for him, from now on, are a complete no go. Muted, unseen telephone conference calls from here on and out.

And Travis will take that.

He'll take that and then some...😏

[pocketgalaxies]

hey y'all - genuine question, how would people feel if i used wayback machine to watch old talks episodes and continued to liveblog them? i'm truly not sure from a Moral Quandary perspective whether it's worth it and would appreciate hearing how it might make others feel if they saw posts about it. (and i would never compromise on the rule to write the posts as if foster is not there.) not a rhetorical question, please let me know!

[nosensedit]

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[crimescrimson]

The Evil Within & Favourite Bosses: Laura | The Keeper | Haunted Joseph | The Shade | The Amalgam

[seulzitos]

❤︎ charm bracelets ⪩ ⪨ ⌑ ₊

[verdaent]

the exhaustion crippled her⎯⎯for just a moment, brynn wanted to collapse onto the floor and never get back up. it was unrealistic, to say the least; even if she didn't have things to do, she had people who cared for her⎯siblings, friends, children who would pick her up and soak her in love until she could stand again. brynn worked hard to make sure that never happens; she practiced resilience, fashioning a smile every day so that worry fell off of their shoulders when they saw her. it was a thought. an unattainable one, but one that she comforted herself with nonetheless. nearly a week spent in the hospital—time divided evenly between taking updates from doctors, watching over mary-catherine's ailing form, and keeping isabel from doing something that couldn't be undone or forgiven—had run her a bit ragged. driving back to her house for the first time in days, alone and in silence, had done a damn good job of letting the exhaustion settle in. and then she'd gotten to her door, stared at it, and thought, oh. this might crumble me. so she got back in the car and drove. streetlights switched, music poured from the confines of other cars on the road, leaking into the air and through her open window, the moon stared down at her impassive in its waxing. brynn's hand curled tight around the steering wheel. finding herself at the apartment complex was not a surprise. finding herself here was... different. she stood at the door, idling, wondering when she'd made the decision to walk to this door⎯⎯if it'd been a conscious decision at all. she adjusted her grip on her bag, sucking in air through her teeth. she couldn't put reason to her presence, but it wasn't like it mattered now; if laura was here, then she already knew brynn was as well. she knocked on the door, rapping her knuckles against the wood twice, paused, then once more, and let her hand fall to her side. she waited until the door opened and pressed her best smile to her lips. "hi!" ⎯too much. far too energetic. she was giving herself a headache. she toned it down a few notches and tried again, her smile softer, realer. "...hi. are you busy?"

[laarems]

Your satosugu art piece has healed me that is canon to me now thank you such beautiful art <3 <3

Thank you so much forget canon embrace fanon that’s how i cope 😌🙏

[woundjob]

all my friends are debating ai art in the notes of that post which is genuinely very interesting and it’s neat to see different perspectives. but i have strep throat rn and all the notifications of my buddies arguing is a lot lmfao

[laurapalmerz]

i find it a rather fascinating phenomenon on here to see people post pictures of laura smoking or doing cocaine or whatever and tag it as an aesthetic or as if that's them to some capacity. i don't have an issue with people who relate to laura and her struggles coping w/ her abuse, however, i draw the line at people downplaying what she's going through. she's a fictional character, yes, and people have called this out before, but genuinely it's bothersome to a certain degree. laura palmer is a victim of incestuous abuse at the hands of her aggressive and controlling father, which is represented in parts through the form of BOB or just leland. in order to cope w/ this abuse, she turns to alcohol, drugs and sex work with older men. there is no place in her mind where she believes she's a good person, that her best friend donna is only going to be corrupted the more they hang out, that the love she feels (or felt) for bobby was never real. she never believed in goodness for herself, only the pain she thought she deserved. it's an never ending downward spiral for her, one that the people of twin peaks actively witnessed, yet never tried to help her out of. her therapist participated in her abuse by having sex w/ her when he was meant to guide her toward a better outlook on herself and life. there were so many signs that pointed toward what was going on in the palmer household, many signs that screamed for help. no one listened. this character was crafted in such a careful way to show the audience just how terrible it is to go through abuse at such a young age, what the trauma does to someone's mental health, and what the extreme's of it can look like. laura's life was valuable, she was deserving of a loving partner, time with her best friend, and general activities that teenagers participate in. laura palmer was deserving of happiness. and yet, her father stole it away from her. so yes, if you can relate to her struggles, more power to you. i wish you well in healing. but using her in your coquette aesthetics demeans laura's character and reduces her to just another fictional girl who smokes, writes in her diary, drinks, has boy troubles, etc. "omg! she's SO me!!!" no she's not. i bet you a dime that those of you who are posting these aesthetics and mood boards haven't even touched a drop of alcohol a day in your lives. go do your homework and take a walk. laura deserves much better than your minimizing. though, this also applies to characters like shelly and audrey (ESPECIALLY audrey). don't think i don't see how y'all just completely wipe the slate on these complex characters and make them into nothing but a pretty face set to lana del ray music.

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Florence watches Chris brush her hair in front of the floor-length mirror. There is something utterly, timelessly charming about a woman thoughtfully brushing her hair. It’s one of the treasured moments that make her feel less tied to her age, less tangled up in history. This – smooth, careful strokes combing through long, raven tresses – is a moment that might as well have occurred a century ago. Even though the brush wouldn’t have been plastic then, and undercuts were not yet in fashion.

Even from across the room she can hear Chris’ heart beating, strong and warm and alive. It’s such a common sound. So normal, so human. Everything she is not.

“You better not be making yourself guilty again.” Chris directs two reproachful eyes Florence’s way, her head still slanted and her fingers still combing through her hair. “I can’t be having that.”

Florence shakes her head, but Chris’ dark eyes narrow and she sweeps across the room to sit down on her lap, all sun-kissed skin and perfumed hair. She winds her arms around Florence’s neck.

“You know Goethe, right?” she asks.

“Mm,” Florence hums, more than a little distracted. “Nice guy, a touch dramatic.”

Chris pokes her in the ribs, making her squirm. “Shut up you didn’t know, Goethe. You weren’t alive in 1832, much less undead.”

“I know of Goethe, yes,” she relents, smiling.

“Well, he knew what was up, all the way back in seventeen-whatever.”

There’s poetry coming. Florence can see it in Chris’ eyes, in the way she draws breath, in the slightest change in her voice as she recites:

And she comes, and lays her near the boy: "How I grieve to see thee sorrowing so! If thou think'st to clasp my form with joy, Thou must learn this secret sad to know; Yes! the maid, whom thou Call'st thy loved one now, Is as cold as ice, though white as snow."

Then he clasps her madly in his arm, Then he clasps her madly in his arm, While love's youthful might pervades his frame: "Thou might'st hope, when with me, to grow warm, E'en if from the grave thy spirit came!

Florence listens, silently, her arms wrapped loosely around Chris’ waist.

“See?” Chris says. “Death means nothing love.”

“I didn’t know you when I was alive,” she says, softly, and painfully fond.

Chris face is close enough to hers for her eyes to be as deep as the night’s sky. “But you love me now.”

“Yes-”

Their kiss only lasts as long as Chris can keep down the rest of her poetry. She rests her head against Florence’s shoulder when their lips part and murmurs:

But from out my coffin's prison-bounds By a wond'rous fate I'm forced to rove, While the blessings and the chaunting sounds That your priests delight in, useless prove. Water, salt, are vain Fervent youth to chain, Ah, e'en Earth can never cool down love!

From my grave to wander I am forc'd, Still to seek The Good's long-sever'd link, Still to love the bridegroom I have lost, And the life-blood of his heart to drink;

She had never cared much for poetry. Not until she heard Chris recite it. “How does it end?” Florence asks quietly. “Your poem.”

Chris lifts her head and gives an indifferent shrug with her shoulders. “They both die, of course, it is ancient. And Goethe loved a tragedy.” She smiles. “But that won’t happen to us. I’ll join you. Some day.”

Florence sighs. Some day. She wraps her arms tighter around Chris, feeling her every breath and heartbeat. “That’s all well and good for you,” she complains. “But I have to face your mother afterwards.”

Chris laughs and it sounds like the memory of sunlight. “It’s her own fault. Tell her that if Ma scolds you.”

She rests her forehead against Florence’s, still smiling like the sun, and Florence can't help but smile back, fangs and all.

“If she didn’t want me to fall in love with you...she shouldn’t have named me Christabel.”

[littlebosslady7]

I love ur pfp 😄 where is it from ?

Thank you. I found it on Twitter on one of the Daily Laura fan accounts. Given the set in the background, it’s probably from a certain aftershow during Campaign 1. Sorry, I couldn’t be really specific.