#I hope you like this Jo!

[detectivelokis]

From Nightmares to Sweet Dreams

Words: 1.6 k Warnings: Nightmares/lucid dreaming and mentions of childhood trauma A/N: Gift 1/2 for @nightwingshero for the Resident Evil Gift Exchange hosted by @sstewyhosseini

“Look at you. So pathetic. So weak.”

“Not - not pathetic,” Ainsley whimpers as she thrashes in bed; limbs in a cold sweat and sticking to the sheets.

It’s just a dream.

She’s well-aware that she’s not awake right now. She’s been having enough lucid dreams since the Raccoon City incident to tell the difference by now. Still, it doesn’t make it any less terrifying.

“No?,” the blurred visage of Oswell Spencer asks as if he’s toying with her. “Look at your brother and sister and then take a look at yourself.”

“Stop it!”

Ainsley can feel herself screaming her throat raw as her father’s craggy face inches closer and closer. “Leave me alone!”

“Ainsley? Ains?”

A soft and warm voice breaks through the fog of her dream and directs her attention away from her father and towards it. She reaches out, begging for them to pull her back to reality.

“AINSLEY!”

Blue eyes flutter open and are immediately met with concerned brown ones. “Another nightmare?,” Carlos asks, bringing a hand to her shoulder as he starts to rub soothing circles into her clammy skin with his thumb.

“Yes. The same one as always.”

It’s been like this ever since she chose to leave Umbrella behind for good. Not that anyone she met would ever let her forget she worked for them in the first place. Her own peers would scoff at her when she would come in for conferences or try and get funding for one of her passion projects. As if she ever stood a chance. As if she wasn’t born to try and follow in her father’s footsteps; fighting like a rabid dog with Albert and Alex for a scrap of recognition.

But then Carlos came into the picture. Carlos who was a mercenary for Umbrella. Carlos, who almost couldn’t stomach being around her in the beginning due to the fact that she had a hand in creating the two tyrants that terrorized Raccoon City that night. But, like her, he was missing a part of himself, one that died as they escaped the nukes that sent the city asunder.

Carlos lets out a tired sigh as he slides down next to her, taking her into his arms. She feels bad for having woken him up all because of the same series of nightmares she has at least once a week. But that doesn’t stop her from resting her head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat bringing her some much needed solace.

“I know you think this is corny, Ainsley, but you're so brave; braver than some of the men I worked with in the U.B.C.S.. And most of them were military trained.” He strokes back strands of her blonde hair, placing a lingering kiss to her damp skin. “Your father was a lunatic and a tyrant and clearly favored your siblings, but seeing how they both turned out, I would say that’s a good thing.”

“A daddy’s girl I am not,” she replies, relaxing into his touch. 

Her feelings towards her siblings are complicated, especially when it comes to her brother. When she had decided to work for Umbrella she was an ambitious young woman who had just wanted her father to see she was just as talented and equally as smart as Albert and Alex; two teenage prodigies. But she could never gain his favor no matter how hard she worked. Despite all that, she had been horrified to learn of Albert’s demise up in the Arklay mountains and even more hurt when he revealed himself to be alive and well, his body pumped full of the Prototype Virus. She had grieved for him and in the end she looked like a fool.

“Don’t worry, babe. I don’t mind a girl with daddy issues,” Carlos teases and she swears she can feel him smile against her skin.”

Ainsley lets out a faux shocked gasp, playfully swatting him in the chest. Before she had met Carlos she would have truly been offended by such a joke, but she knows that there is no malice behind his words; only love and an attempt to make her feel safe and calm.

“You and your jokes…”

Her blue eyes glare up at him teasingly, earning her a soft chuckle in return. “Yeah, yeah. You hate my jokes. I get it.” He leans his forehead against her own, his warm brown eyes staring into hers so lovingly it could almost make her melt into a puddle right there on the bed. “But you find me too irresistible to mind.”

Truer words have never been spoken. She hadn’t been expecting to find love with a man who worked as a mercenary of all things, her usual picks being those who worked in more scientific fields, but the red string of fate tied them together like no other. Besides, there is more than meets the eye with Carlos. The man has far more emotional intelligence than anyone else she has met.

“I mean,” her hand lightly caresses his cheek before trailing her fingers down to his neck, “I would have to be a fool to let you go.” Her eyes linger on his torso, his body toned and sculpted in all the right places. “Absolutely crazy.”

Peace flows through her as Carlos smiles at her words. “You know I love you, Ains. All I want is to see you happy.”

Ainsley nods, a soft smile gracing her features. Carlos understands the guilt she feels unlike no other. Their reasons may be different, but it connects them, bonds them, in a way that is truly unique to them.

“I know. I want to see you happy too.”

“How about I go make you some tea, yeah? How does that sound?,” Carlos asks, gently lifting her face to look him in the eye.

“That sounds perfect.”

Ainsley lets him lead her out into their living room, bare feet padding against the cool wood floor. Once they reach the sofa he helps her sit, propping pillows up behind her to keep her comfortable. How did she get so lucky?

“It was just one nightmare, Carlos. You don’t have to baby me,” she teases as he drapes a blanket over her. “I might get used to this and expect it every time.”

“And you know I would do it. You deserve to be spoiled, Ainsley. Especially after everything that you’ve been through.”

Carlos kisses her forehead softly before he heads into the kitchen, opening the cabinets to rifle through her meticulously curated tea collection. His hand lands on a purple tin, fingers tapping on it before pulling it out to show her.

“Chamomile?”

“That will work,” she replies softly. “It’s my favorite brand too.”

“I know.”

Carlos shoots her a cheeky grin before turning back to the task at hand. As she hears the electric kettle come to life, she lets her eyes slowly close. This man knows so much about her. Everything from her favorite type of tea to years-long trauma resides in his mind and he handles it with the utmost care.

This is true love.

After a few moments, Ainsley feels a dip in the sofa as the aroma of freshly brewed chamomile tea fills her senses. “You didn’t fall asleep already did you?,” Carlos teases, resting a hand on her knee.

“No,” she whines, her voice groggy with sleep. Just a few minutes of cuddling and talking out her feelings is almost always a balm for a night full of bad memories.

“Could have fooled me.” Carlos holds out her favorite mug, steam overflowing from the top. “Careful. It’s hot.”

Ainsley smiles in gratitude as she cups the mug delicately in her hands. As she goes to blow on the steam another idea pops into her mind.

“Thank you,” she says quietly. Leaning forward, she brings a hand up to Carlos’s cheek, urging him closer. She lingers for a moment before kissing him softly. 

It’s a gentle kiss, small pecks shared between the two as he runs her fingers through her hair. It may not be the intense make out session where their tongues are in each other’s mouths and they're grinding against each other, but it feels incredibly intimate.

As she pulls away, Ainsley rests her forehead against his. “I know it’s late, darling. But I was thinking,” she pauses, a small smirk toying at her lips. “I was thinking that perhaps we could share a bath before going back to bed. We need should be properly relaxed.

Carlos beams so wide she swears she can every single one of his pearly white teeth. “Damn, Ains. Look at you being a bad girl.” His eyes shift towards the clock on their oven before he turns back to face her. “At a quarter to three in the morning too.”

Ainsley simply shrugs in response before leaning back into the plush couch. “You know I can be a bit naughty now and then. Can’t be proper all the time.”

“No you can’t.” Carlos pats her knee playfully as he moves to stand up. “Because I am not about to pass up this opportunity, no matter how late it may be, I’ll go run your bath for you, honey.”

He places a chaste kiss to her lips before practically dashing off to the bathroom. “Thank you, darling!,” she calls after him, a quiet chuckle falling from her lips.

As Ainsley watches him go, her blue eyes following every inch of his body, she realizes things might not be that bad in the end. Not bad at all.

[slightlymad]

L'AMICA GENIALE — ELENA FERRANTE ↳ a special poster for the wonderful and brilliant jo ( @dylanlila ) <33

[jackiespurnell]

the coven fr js a family bc we got slightly pyscho daugther (agatha), the somehow put-together mom (lilia), the daugther's on-again, off-again, slightly more pyscho girlfriend (rio), their child of (several) divorce(s) (teen), that one responsible cousin you always see but have no idea how y'all are related (jen), that one irresponsible cousin you always see but have no idea how y'all related (alice) and that one aunt (sharon)

[mitamicah]

Joker Out in Helsinki sketches; SyS tour 03.02-03.03 2024

[eastofedean]

I want to believe

[moodboard for @limbel]

[babieswrld]

Twister as text posts 3/???

[kitkatsgalore]

you have my soul, you have my heart ♡

[pretentiouswreckingball]

I WISH YOU WOULD WRITE A FIC WHERE DRACO IS A PINING FUCKING MESS JUST SO PATHETIC ABOUT HARRY PLS LOOPS

the complete version now on ao3!!

A loud thud. Someone dropped a book a few tables away and Harry stirs besides him making a noise as he settles, but still doesn’t wake up, deep in his slumber. Draco looks around to see if anyone notices but no one is paying attention to them, to Harry specifically.

Only Draco pays that much attention to Harry. Always has, always will.

Arms crossed on the desk, supporting his head, Harry face is towards Draco and has been ever since the class started and he fell asleep mid lecture. He hasn’t move since, just stirring every now and then.

Draco doesn’t wake him, doesn’t have the heart to do so, not to Harry who drags himself around the castle looking death on his feet whenever Draco finds him in the corridors. Draco loathes the sight of those dark bags under his eyes, a permanent feature ever since… Since.

There’s another noise, a bang, and then a yelp. A crease appear between Harry’s eyebrows, mouth pouting a little in discontent at being disturbed in his sleep. Draco has to suppress the urge to smooth the frown with his thumb. Quick glance away to make sure no one pays them any mind, slowly, Draco raises his hand and put his finger over the crease, of course he does.

Draco is a weak weak man.

Light as a feather his touch lingers, as he lets his thumb trace the edges of Harry’s face, mapping his features ever so softly, delicate, tracing the invisible cracks Draco sees with so much clarity, much to his own cracked mask.

First his eyebrows, then his nose, the curve of his cheeks. He traces the golden skin that seems to glow under the light of the sun pouring from outside. A contempt sight leaves Harry’s lips at Draco’s dutiful administrations and Draco cannot take his eyes away from him.

Funny thing, imagination. Makes your mind wonder about the impossible, like what your life would’ve been if you didn’t make the mistakes you made or who would you be if you were someone else. Anyone.

Anyone. Anyone. Anyone.

Or, when the mind is as twisted as the man, it makes you wonder how the lips of your so-called enemy would feel under yours. No, not an enemy. Hasn’t been for a long time. Are they as soft as they look? Yes. Yes.

The noise around them increases suddenly and because he has been so lost in Harry, Draco doesn’t notice the class is over. Only when he sees movement in the corner of his eye, ginger hair approaching, Draco snaps his hand away.

“Alright, mate?” Weasley eyes the sleepy form of his friend first and then, looks towards Draco. Draco nods.

“Harry, wake up, the class is over,” Granger shakes Harry’s shoulders a little bit, to wake him up. And then, a little rougher when he doesn’t stir the first time.

Eventually, Harry awakes, startled at first wildly looking around, fear settled on this features but quickly melts as his gaze lands on Draco besides him. His body visibly sags in relief.

“Time to go, Harry,” Granger repeats and Harry looks away, gathering his things quickly, shoving them without finesse in his book bag. “We have to hurry if we want to catch Hagrid,”

“Yeah, yeah, coming,” Harry makes a motion with his hand towards the corridor so they can wait for him outside. With a final glance on Draco’s direction, they go.

Draco tries to linger but his things are all packed and ready to go so he doesn’t have an excuse to stay. Without looking his way, he adjusts the strap of his book bag and walks away without a word.

“Draco, wait!” Harry calls after him and Draco stops and turns around.

“Yes?”

Harry’s things are packed and he stands in front of him, hair a mess. Draco wonders, not for the first time, how it would feel under his touch.

Harry shuffle on his feet. “Thanks for not telling on me, that I fell asleep in the middle of the class, I mean.”

Draco nods. “Don’t you worry about it. All is well.”

“Yeah okay,” he tries to advert his gaze, two seconds later his eyes are on Draco again. A warm pleasant feeling invades Draco suddenly. “Also, er, I just wanted to let you know some of the Eight Years are planing a party in our common room before the hols and I was thinking that maybe you want to go?”Harry’s cheek turn the prettiest shape of pink with every word he says and Draco gets a little lost at the sight and takes a few seconds extra for his brain to register what he just said.

“I— I don’t think anyone wants me there,” he says, swallowing the shame.

“I want you there,” Harry frowns in confusion, as if the thought of anyone not wanting Draco is preposterous.

Now is turn Draco’s turn to feel his cheeks on fire. “I— I’ll think about it,”

“Yeah, okay, fair enough,” Harry smiles the most dazzling smile at him and Draco can’t help to return the favor, only with a most reserved one.

“Harry!” They heard Granger call.

“Coming!” Harry shouts, never taking his eyes of Draco, “See you later?”

Draco nods, “Yes. Later.”

And with that, Harry turns around and walks out. Draco hears his voice fade alongside Granger and Weasley’s and waits another five seconds before walking out himself feeling lighter than he ever has been.

If that night, Draco’s dreams are plague with wild raven hair and beautiful pink cheeks, that’s no one business but his own.

[seoinquk]

DESTINED WITH YOU (2023) dir. Nam Ki Hoon

[khihi]

i reckon Everybody's Waiting is gonna be a marmite song for most of us, so just want to remind everyone to try not to take anyone else's opinion on it too personally 🩷 you can disagree with someone over their thoughts on a song without it being a problem, and i promise there will be loads of people with the same or similar opinion to you!!

don't be afraid to talk about your own feelings on it, whatever they are, but don't dunk on others for having different feelings – and if you feel like you can't discuss it without it hurting you somehow then look after your mental health and stay away from those discussions 🩷

[goodlucksnez]

Hanahaki Disease victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear/memories as well.

But because im a snzfucker, instead of coughing i made it sneezing! also being allergic to your love interest favorite flower is such a great concept and i wanted to explore it more!!!

And because May @waterfallofspace is a amazing person & a gem and I care about them-- I made this whole idea for G/eto and G/o/jo sooooo enjoy this 16/17 min wav!! yes i HC ge/t/o favorite flowers are sunflowers idk why i went with it- also sorry if the ending is very rushed im bad at ending things haha.

time frame: over 18+ of course but idk somewhere before he turned evil ahah you pick the timeframe

cw: sneezing,coughing, sniffling,play teasing,there are some quite parts so i aplogize for that i hope you can hear everything! Walking around sounds, playful fighting, speaking in there own head (reverb effect), slow burn, love confession, mentions of surgy and medical stuff, mentions of dying/death.some kissing sound effects at the end, probably other stuff but yeah.

please no re-blogging to non-kink blogs

18+

minors fuck off

[mournflame]

Sometimes you have sad thoughts about characters you don’t even write

[cheer-soli-art]

congratulations @jusalilweird and @deiaiko for winning KhunBam Week ‘23’s Fandom’s Choice Awards!!

Here are the doodles you’ve requested~

For Ath - Fae Bam, mayhaps from her own fae fic

For Dei - A scene I would like to see in her comic, Two Sides of the Same Coin

[mitamicah]

All finished gig redraws by December 2024;

Käärijä Stockholm (concert 10/14 2023- drawing 11/3 2023)

Käärijä Berlin (concert 10/16 2023 - drawing 11/6 2023)

Joker Out Gothenburg (concert 3/16 2024 - drawing 3/28 2024)

Joker Out Malmö (concert 3/15 2024 - drawing 4/15 2024)

Käärijä Backas (concert 7/3 2024 - drawing 8/7 2024)

Käärijä Allas Sea Pool (concert 7/5 2024 - drawing 8/17 2024)

Joker Out Ruisrock (concert 7/7 2024 - drawing 9/6 2024)

Käärijä Hamburg (concert 10/8 2024 - 11/9 2024)

Käärijä London (concert 10/18 2024 - drawing 12/29 2024)

[eastofedean]

jo moodboard? jo moodboard? 🙏🙏🙏🤞🤞🤞

Jo Harvelle

"You wanna know why I want to do the job? For him. It's my way of being close to him. Now tell me what's wrong with that."

[mctna2019]

Die with a smile

+I find it. actually he thought they both can't find it. but now he wins. so...she has to accept her losing in the bet. in hotel or anywhere else, it doesn't matter if they could be with each other. he just did it for fun. because he knew how quickly she forget to nagging by doing this. +yaaaa, Jo Jae-mi. he shouts and hears his voice that echoes. there's a strange silence and then it happens. Hae-jo feels warm liquid through his nose but he can't accept that. the red trail on his hand is a proof. like a rock and then like a feather, his body falls on snow. it can't happen right now. but he passed 3 months and he hasn't pain this time. it's just a new feeling he hadn't experienced before. wind blows in silence and he just feels the empty space of clover between his fingers. he gazes up at blue dazzling sky. so yes...this is a last time. that clover was a sign. they had passed three months and now that Hae-jo had found that clover, he'd continue his journey with Jae-mi forever. as he said himself. he's alone under the dazzling blue sky. "here you are. it was your dream.' +damn it. he says to sky. why didn't he wish for more? for example, under the dazzling blue sky, when he's dying, someone he loves be by his side. although this is selfishness but dying like this is so sad and it can be a little scary. he can't do anything. he can't move. his whole body is so numb for that. -Hae-jo_ya, Hae-jo. finally he hears her voice. she's screaming,  crying and running. Hae-jo can't even talk easily. she's so worried. he wants to reassure her, hug her, and say "it's nothing". but time doesn't let him. his eyelids are so heavy. he doesn't want to give up. it's unfair. -you bastard. he wants to see her just one more time. feel her. he can't leave her just like this. while she runs and begging him to stay a little. -I'll kill you. I'll really kill you by my hands. Hae-jo tries. he tries to do something. +I want to live. I....really want to live. their distance looks so much while he has very little time. he can feel the darkness and terrible weightlessness slowly engulfing him. relaxing and scary. he likes it but also hates it. he just need 5 more minutes. only 5 minutes. not more. please. he begs to nowhere. Jae-mi looks darker and darker. he needs to see her, please. just for 1 minutes, just for 1 min.... -....please. Hae-jo_ya wake up please. Hae-jo_ya... her voice gets close and closer. finally she's there. and he's in her arms. so his wish has been fulfilled. her eyes looks terrified and he really wants to hug him only one more time. what should she do after him? Hae-jo rises his hand slowly and touches his hair. she stops crying and takes his hand. waiting for him to say something. but he only stares at her. who made his three months really funny. his lovely Jae-mi. he hopes she had a good time too. "I love you." -I love you. he tries to smile instead. because she like it. she's crying and laughing. so beautiful, under the dazzling blue sky. he feels that lightness feeling another time. but now it's nit scary, it's so relaxing. so this is his last scene for this 30 years.