#yall miss me (^3^)/

[lesbian-parappa]

STAY FRESH!!

[mike-wachowski]

okay so i think genuinely that the carbon monoxide poisoning shared hallucination has to do with Van, Akilah, and Shauna, and their various places in the wilderness/ways in which the wilderness is attached to them:

WITH AKILAH: the wilderness fed her berries that she gorged on and took her to animals, it even came and spoke to her in the form of the llama (presumably a creature akilah would view as cuddly, soft, nonthreatening, not a sheep but not a wolf, either) it gave her advice. everything that has teeth bites. and when the dream took her to the classroom, it pulled her through the dirt slowly. the wilderness has been frequently compared to the ground itself throughout the show; even Misty said "thank dirt" jokingly as a way to thank the wilderness. I think akilah getting pulled into the dirt was exactly that: the wilderness pulling her into it's embrace. Maybe travis was right, maybe the wilderness is talking to akilah, maybe it has a favorite.

in the classroom, the slap bracelet adheres harmlessly to akilah's wrist- the wilderness's loving embrace. it doesn't want to harm akilah, but it will have her eventually, one way or another.

WITH VAN: the wilderness took her back to the cabin. it put a roof over her head, gave her a cozy chair, and a warm fire. but after a moment of rest, van was trapped in like she was in the plane, stuck and burning. it also isn't remiss to me how van goes to the cabin pre-decay, how everything looks upkept, im not sure if this is an allusion to the ways that van is stuck in the past or something else. i think that is the gist of it though; the wilderness is van's home, and she is trapped there, trying to escape but always opening doors that lead right back to it.

in the classroom, when van tries the slap bracelet, it scratches her but not enough to maim or kill: i think this maybe means that the wilderness can't hurt van, won't hurt van, but van isn't as unkillable as she seems. She can still be hurt and killed, but not by the wilderness- maybe something else will end up being her demise.

WITH SHAUNA: i find it so fascinating that in shauna's vision she is in the lake, very similarly to how lottie was during her baptism scene, and she's dragged down to the bottom of the water as lottie was too. but, of course, the obvious: shauna's pursuit of the things she cannot have. shauna, constantly swimming towards the shore, chasing after her son, who she lost, trying to bring back jackie, trying to grapple for power in the group. shauna is in such a unique position because she has never once in the course of what we've seen give in to or believe in the wilderness, except to hunt (and maybe for shauna, the hunt is something more selfish), and it almost seems in this moment, the wilderness is punishing her for it,

because the slap bracelet completely rejects her. it tries to kill her. wraps arounf her neck and chokes her, cuts through her skin. obviously we know in the moment that thats actually because shauna was choking on the gas in the cave, but what if it's an indication of a bitter future for shauna? if shauna tries to steal the crown from natalie and name herself queen, i think this moment tells us explicity how the wilderness will react. firm rejection. the wilderness did not pick shauna. doesn't even seem to like her, really. and why should it? shauna doesn't believe in it, doesn't play by it's rules.

and lottie playing teacher in that scene. we know she feels cut off from the wilderness, and i think in this moment were seeing the reflection of her "pupilage". we know she's already set her sights on akilah but maybe in the future we'll see lottie trying to force van and shauna to commune with the wilderness as well.

and dont get me started on jackie. jackie still in her mean girl persona, judging everyone's reactions to the bracelet, the wilderness itself personified. she tells van that happens sometimes when she cries out from the pain like van is embarrassing for reacting, like she should've known all along what would happen if she took the bracelet. and we cant ignore that jackie's hair is noticeably longer, like time has passed for her, like she's changed too.

anyways, im so excited to see where this goes throughout the season. i love this show.

[venusmage]

Faerun’s hottest dating game

[luminique]

wriothesley flinches the first time you touch his scars. his callous hands suddenly balled up into fists and his usually gentle gaze turned into a death stare. it isn’t until you call out to him where he immediately snaps out of it, shaking his head and loosening his grip.

he doesn’t have the heart to even place a finger on you but that… scared him. he could see how frightened you were, the fear in your eyes. and yet, you talked him through it, gentle words to help him calm down.

you know he’s no monster, it was just reflex. a defense mechanism of some sort from his past. despite serving his sentence, moments like that remind him that deep down inside, there might still be something he’s trying to bury. he’ll stop worrying for now, you were there smiling at him.

it will go away eventually, with time and your love.

[blackdollette]

"HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH WITH YOU." ᝰ jj maybank

♬.ᐟ now playing: video games. - lana del rey

synopsis: alternative medicine, alternative payment.

⊹₊⋆ pairing: drug dealer!jj x female!reader

⊹₊⋆ word count: 2.5k

⊹₊⋆ contents: drug usage and mentions, sexual tension, situationship, slightly fluffy, blowjob, cum-eating, all that good stuff! (not proofread!)

a late night with a storm dimming the horizon called for a quick fix. a steamy, psychedelic one. and luckily, you had the perfect dealer right in the apartment above you. the man who dwelled there was nothing short of an enigma. he had a history as dark and deep as the tumultuous azure of his eyes. you had never liked to invade but wherever he came from and whatever he did, it landed him in an apartment in the slums of the city, selling LSD and molly for a living and being nothing but an inconvenience. a handy, devilishly handsome inconvenience.  

the lines defining the story between you and jj had gone blurry over the years but as far as you knew, you were the one thing that kept him sane while he was the only thing that kept you buzzed in the best way possible. 

and both of you were fully aware of that.

your faintly shivering fist sheepishly knocked that familiar pattern on the door of his apartment room. the hallway outside of his room always smelled faintly of green and stale fast food. before you could bring your hand back to your side, the doorknob turned, allowing the stained wooden door to creak open, bringing his icy, sleepy eyes and that smile into view.

“well, if it ain’t my favourite customer…” jj ran a hand through his sandy blonde tufts, allowing his gaze to run up and down you shamelessly. you were in his favourite get-up of yours. casual, simple, alluring in a frustratingly effortless way. god, you already looked like a real life wet-dream when he was sober. but when he was high, even just slightly, it was a different tale entirely… 

“...you look good. as usual.” he rasps out lowly, an arm going up against the doorframe to support his body as he leans against it. you respond with a coy smile, reciprocating his unleashed gaze along him.

he was shirtless, only clad in a pair of gray sweatpants that rode dangerously low on his hips .it wasn’t the typical attire for a drug dealer. nor was it professional in the slightest. but all need for formality had vanished the day you had experienced your first high right there in his “workshop”.

you smiled shyly, already feeling slightly light on your feet as the psychedelic aromas from inside were wafted toward you. “hi jj. sorry for showing up unannounced…” 

considering how quickly he opened the door and the lack of that lust-filled flush that covered his cheeks whenever he was getting some action, you could safely conclude that he was alone at the moment. he was typically on his own, save for the occasional druggies that dropped by to get their fixings. but you felt the need to ask anyway.

“is now a good time? i can come back later if you’re busy…”

he let out a little breathless laugh, shaking his head and dislodging a few golden strands from behind his ear. “when has it ever been a bad time? you think i’d ever turn your ass down? c’mon in. i just got some new stuff shipped in that you’ll love.”

he snaked an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his cozy apartment room and shutting the door behind you with a swift kick.

he got right to business, almost like the professional facade wasn’t a mask after all. “you got your mind on anything specific today?” he asked as he ushered you to his overstuffed couch. you plopped down on the leather cushions, scanning the various piles of boxes with long medical names and numbers on them that you’d never cared to learn the meaning of. he’d usual dumb down the terms for you, sell you the good stuff, then you’d be on your way. 

you weren’t really the adventurous type when it came to drugs. you saw how badly it could screw someone’s life over, and you didn’t know if you had the willpower to “stop whenever you wanted to”. so a little marijuana had always seemed like the safest choice.

“just the usual please.” you watched as he playfully rolled his eyes at the predictability of your request.

“that’s my girl. i don’t know why the hell i still bother askin’…” 

he dug through a large cardboard box, bending over to do so. after a moment, he retrieves two dainty bags of weed and a pack of rolling paper, the cherry flavoured shit that none of his other customers would ever take a second glance at. but he could never help himself from picking up an extra supply just for you. he wrapped them up nicely for you in a nylon bag, knowing that the drugs weren’t all that you came for. presentation meant everything to you. 

“alright, a bag of mary jane for the pretty lady.” he handed the goods to you, the smile on your face tugging at his heartstrings. “that’ll be $50.”

your smile dimmed with almost comedic speed. you had almost forgot about the second, most important part of the transaction: the money.

your expression shifts to one of sheepishness, your fingers suddenly finding interest in picking at the loose threads in the couch cushion. “...you know i’ve never had that kind of money on me, jj. i’m barely making it by at the restaurant. i’m out looking for my third job this month.”

jj tossed his hair out of his face, crossing his arms over his chest with a sigh. “don’t think i don’t know that times are getting hard around these parts. you know people have hardly been buying from me these days…”

you nodded, a guilt-ridden expression on your face as you cleared your throat to propose a suggestion.

“i doubt all those used-up strippers that come around here have the money. how do they pay you? blood money?”

jj laughs heartily. “the night usually ends in some cheap sex that i regret in the morning. but a deal is a deal. you thinking of spending the night with me to cover the fee?”

you shake your head. “it’s that time of the month. i know how you are around blood.”

jj grimaces, nodding with a chuckle. “no kidding. but you might be onto something…”

you looked up at him from your position on the couch debating whether or not to make your proposal.

“...want a blowjob..?” 

jj’s gaze snapped to your face, looking for any hint or humour or sarcasm in your question. it was too easy for him to get lost in your pretty eyes, to trace the sloped lines of your glossed lips with his wandering gaze. he tried to spot the usual tell-tale signs of you trying to catch him slipping up, but you were dead serious. you were truly proposing to pay him through a good, old-fashioned blowjob. and he thought he had seen it all. 

jj lets out a low whistle, a hand slowly rubbing the back of his neck as his pupils conspicuously dilate, swallowing his blue irises up. “well, that sure would be one hell of a payment, wouldn’t it?…”

you swallowed thickly, suddenly unable to meet those brazen eyes of his with your own as he swallowed you whole with his hopeful stare. you fidgeted with your thumbs. “so… do we have a deal..?”

he doesn’t hesitate, not for a single second. jj was a simple man. a simple man who always knew exactly the hell he wanted. and every since the day he had moved in, all he wanted was you. he smiles, extending a hand to you. “indeed we do.”

you hesitantly extended your hand to him as well, which he grabbed with laughable enthusiasm. he gave you a firm handshake, spinning you around and sitting down on the couch as you stood in front of him.

oh. so you were really doing this. sucking dick for some weed and cherry-flavoured paper. you never thought you’d stoop so low for a simple high, but you couldn’t say that you were mad about it. not after seeing the stupid grin that lit up his perfect face. you sigh deeply, muttering a curse under your breath as you slowly sank down to your knees, resting comfortably in between his partly spread legs. your gazes met briefly, yours primed and his eager. no, not eager. that was a gross understatement, especially considering how his imprint pressed against the soft wool of his sweatpants, betraying how much he was trying to keep his composure. he wasn’t eager at all. this was raw, unfiltered desperation. and you would be lying if you said you weren’t feeling the thrill buzzing through you as well.

you place your hands on his thighs, trailing them up until you reach the waistband. your fingers pried underneath the elastic, the feeling of your cold fingers against his skin making him shiver. it took a moment for you to navigate your way under you felt him against your palm. you pulled out his needy erection, the tip already red and angry with desire.

“...oh, shit…” he mutters, the deep whisper coming out louder than intended. his hand wastes no time digging in between the couch cushion, pulling out a half-full pack of cigarettes and his signature lighter. a moment like this called for a light, he figured. it wasn’t everyday he smoked a Marlboro, but it wasn’t every he got a girl as hot and perfect as the one in front of him giving him a show as good as this one. he slips a cigarette out of the pack and tucks it between his lips, flicking on the lighter and wasting no time taking a long drag.

now, if this wasn’t heaven, he didn’t think anything was.

jj let out a shaky exhale and released a thin ribbon of smoke from his lips, tipping his head back as your soft hands massaged his girth and teased the tip. his hips rutted up into your grip, desperate for more contact.

you swallowed hard, getting rid of the abundance of moisture in your mouth before slowly opening your jaw, your hot breath hitting the tip and you licked a long stripe up his cock. jj groaned deeply, his hand finding the back of your head as the other went down to cup your cheek.

you began to take him in, inch by inch as you salivated around him. you went down until your chin touched his balls and your nose tapped at the base of his length. you held back a gag as the tip hit the back of your throat. once you were secure, you bobbed your head up and down, creating suction in your cheeks to maximize his pleasure.

jj’s breathing grew laboured, a huge grin plastered on his face. “...oh man… you’re a natural, aren’t ya..?” your heart fluttered at his praise, urging you to go a little quicker. “...looks like y’aren’t such a good girl after all…” he doesn’t miss the glare you shoot up at him at his tip hits the back of your throat. he barks out a laugh, his hand going to pat the top of your head intently.

your tongue flicked against his tip with practiced precision, killing the last sliver of cheekiness that he held within him. 

jj whimpered as his hips bucked upward, forcing his length into you and out just as quickly. “...there you go… atta girl…” he murmurs thickly, his voice coming out strained and breathy. “...looks like you really want this shit, huh..?” the slightest ghost of a laugh escapes from him amidst his deep groans. leave it to jj to find humour in any situation.

you fondled his balls with your hand, massaging hypnotic patterns onto the soft flesh. the heat of your mouth, the feeling of your perfect touch, it was all doing things to his head. better than any drug around.

as his leg began to twitch and his breathing grew weary, he vigorously thrusted into your mouth as moans and dirty phrases spilled from his lips. “...y-you don’t fuckin’ play around, huh..? …who knew such a pretty thing like you could…— fuck…”

his breaths grow ragged, his little twitches becoming rash and his drags on his cigarettes becoming shorter and more frequent. he was getting there. you could tell from that damn little grin and the way his lid hung low over his glazed eyes. 

his balls slapped rapidly against your chin, saliva dripping down your supple skin as his hips bucked into your mouth. the apartment filled with lewd sounds of gagging and garling and moaning, all to the sealing with a pretty bow by the slurred praises he’d murmur to you.

“...you know what’s comin’, baby…” he managed to utter in between rough groans, taking a hasty drag of the cigarette just to distract his mouth from say the “i love you” that so desperately wanted to slip out. he caught one last glimpse of your pretty, watery eyes as you deepthroated him so flawlessly, and that damn did it.

“...holy fuckin’ smokes…” his voice comes out rough, straining as his jaw hangs agape to free a deep, rumbling groan. his hand grips the couch cushion firmly, his knuckles going white as his hot white ropes shoot to the back of your throat. his cock twitches violently as he busts his load, his mind only being filled with you as his body gets a sneak-peek of pure ecstasy.

his vision went hazy. “...that… was some real ‘better than drugs’ shit right there…” he rasped out, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your chin and cheek. he looked down at you, watching you struggle to swallow his excessive load.

he waited for you to get yourself steady, but it was almost as if your body was physically rejecting his cum. you gagged, a few drops spilling out of your mouth until he quickly held the bottom of your jaw. 

he tilted your head back gently. “...there you go, sugar… swallow, swallow. just like that, takin’ that shit like a champ…” he whispered, wiping away the stray drops as you finally managed to get the thick, salty solution down.

you panted heavily, gripping onto his thighs for support. “i did it…” you managed to gasp out as he gently held your face. 

jj pushed his hair out of his face, helping you get back to your feet. he stood up as well, still reeling over the aftershocks of his orgasm. “well, a deal’s a deal.” he picked up your bagged goods from the couch, effortlessly tossing them to you with a loose flick of the wrist. 

you murmured a quiet ‘thank you’, remaining in a slight daze as he guided you to the door with a lingering hand on the small of your back, opening it for you like the gentleman he was. but something deep within him, or maybe not so deep at all, wanted you to stay the night. or forever. but that was just a thought. 

“it was a real pleasure doing business with you, pretty girl. as usual.”

[daily-odile]

AUGH I’d love to see more time looping odile if possible,,,,, how do you think she’d like; “devolve” over each of the acts as compared to Siffrin over time :O

ok im gonna be honest i did like portrait edits months ago and just never finished them. so here you go

act 3:

act 5:

[sideblogdotjpeg]

post battle, one last short rest

[jayceart]

I'm in the wind.. you're in the water..

[oneluckydragon]

I know you,

I walked with you once upon a dream.

I know you,

That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.

[ricky-mortis]

So, I heard it was Holloweane Week?

It’s a bit late in the week but I wanted to draw something for it, and I liked this prompt.

The way I see it- their roles may have been swapped, but their dynamic? Exactly the same.

[ashenberry]

[ID in alt]

hi hey hello. you should go check out @u3pxx 's piece for the mea culpa zine I just made a fun and silly continuation of it because im normal about it <3

more fun and silly shenanigans under the cut

[ID in alt]

[fauchart]

Open Mic Night at Café Kafka

@claraknight's Claryce might be a big fan of literature and poetry, the same cannot be said of Ann-Doreen, who'd rather read trashy people magazines,,,

[gothoffspring]

Every time I see a boring/low effort cc collection drop I wanna complain about it even though it has no relevance to me or my life.

like give us ANYTHING...... Anything new, anything interesting, anything inventive. i literally have things that look exactly like all those pieces in my game. It's so boring? I know they want it to be as boring as possible so most people will like it and they can make the most $ but damn. Can we like get some creativity or something please????? Just a crumb???

The sheer lack of effort some of the most popular creators put into certain packs will never cease to amaze me, and they still make so much $ from it, that's truly the worst part. Its almost like a competition to see who can make the most money off making basic subpar EA mesh edits

I just feel like people gush about some of these collections way too much

[needlefail]

Some leafs 🍃🍂🍁

[fatuismooches]

I’m not sure if a similar idea has been brought up before but…

What would happen if one of Dottore’s subordinates had a crush on fragile reader?? Despite the warnings from other agents and the strict handbook, one subordinate still managed to fall for reader 😭

I’d imagine that reader has an idea of their feelings (since a certain someone used to act just as flustered around them too) 🤭

Once Dottore notices how close the subordinate is to his lover, he’s prepared to wipe them off the face of the planet, but he knows that reader likes the company of others and won’t ruin that for them

Bonus; segments like Beta and Omega begin trying to impress you or show off a bit more, and Delta softens a bit ❤️

If Dottore was being honest, he could see how easy it would be for someone's gaze to linger on you a bit longer than they should. After all, he knows better than anyone what a gem he has the great luck of having - you get even more points considering how you managed to capture his heart - it's not too surprising to think you'd have the same effect on others. You had the most inquisitive mind, a tongue that seemed to always speak the right things, a precious face, a lovely body... alright, it was unbefitting of the original to have such little restraint.

But the scholar never thought much of it (at least not anymore - in the Akademiya, it was a different story) considering his status, as no one would ever cross him as a Harbinger. Of course, he never thought much of it until it actually happened. After letting you interact with the employees, Dottore and the segments made sure to keep a laser-focused eye on them initially. You had to shoo him away eventually, and that's when you really noticed the flustered agent.

The agent followed you around like a lost puppy. Zandik always trailed behind you like a grumpy cat. The agent asked questions about what they could with interest. Zandik would frequently probe your mind and become excited with your answers. The agent would look to you for praise or approval of a job well done. Zandik blushed when you complimented him and secretly craved it. It was cute.

Dottore grew used to the agents offering him praises of your performance (which he was unsurprised of course) but it actually takes him a few seconds to process what's happening in his very own lab. He's extremely tempted to at least move the agent to another division but with your pleading eyes, reassure him that it's no big deal - but if he really wants to do something, he can start acting like a blushy student once more!

In the end, it turned out to be a fleeting crush that flew away as quickly as it came, but you thought it was funny to see the segments stay attached to your hip the whole time. Omega was hovering over you at every instance with a hand on your shoulder or waist. You're lucky they tend to exercise leniency when it comes to you. Beta nearly got his hands on his latest robot subject.

[qprpbj]

some days the dragons are quieter <3