#jay. jay listen to me

[loonybun]

request: something with Rosé? maybe more interactions with him and Aisling? :3

COMING RIGHT UP! i say as if this ask hasn’t been in my inbox since november

contains: fae shenanigans, faerie whump (ish? he’s fine guys. no faeries were harmed in the making of this drabble.), psychological distress, faerie whumpee, carewhumper, god whumper, complete lack of editing because i didn’t wanna, magical shit, inhibiting powers, implied drugging, fearplay, fear of loss of autonomy, suspiciously vague ending.

guys. toxic yuri is coming soon trust. i just wanted to finish this ask cuz its been waiting for SO LONG… jay im SORRY!!1!1!!

also sidenote rosé does go by he/him but this drabble is from aisling’s perspective and he doesn’t know that so he’s just going w neutral pronouns here 👍

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The door was right in front of him.

Engraved with little hearts, looping around its pink frame, all complete with the golden knob. Right in the middle of the woods with seemingly nothing behind it.

Aisling had been looking for this for almost two weeks. Two weeks of searching for something he didn’t even really believe existed. And right as he planned on giving up, here it was.

So why was he scared? It was as simple as stepping through, but he couldn’t even get himself as far as touching the handle.

The rumors hadn’t bothered him before. He’d heard countless different things by now. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what to expect anymore. An angel? A witch? A god? Whatever was behind that door had been described as that and more.

Sure, nobody seemed to have any overwhelmingly negative experiences, but what if that was by design?

Aisling knew when something was too good to be true. He wasn’t that stupid. What were the chances of him making it out of this alive? Or making out of this at all? There were so many horror stories about faeries mysteriously disappearing after visiting places like this. And he was here by choice. Was that possibility even worth the risk?

He sighed and turned the handle. What other choice did he have? He’d already come this far. Leaving now would have made everything a waste.

The atmosphere shifted around him, trees melting into tacky pink wallpaper, printed with little roses. As the last of the fresh air from the forest dissipated, he was left with the nearly suffocating scent of wine and perfume that made his head spin. It was as if the room itself was trying to squeeze the breath from his lungs, attempting to lull him into an incomprehensible state.

Dread pooled in his stomach as he stumbled into a couch, taking a much needed seat. The romantic decor did nothing to distract him from the grave he was making.

Just as his eyes began to flutter and his vision started to blur, a figure appeared beside him, carding a pale hand through his hair.

“…Too much, little faerie? I didn't mean to overwhelm you so quickly.” The person next to Aisling giggled, and the air shifted with a simple clap of their hands. It was like he’d been pulled apart and a magnet had finally brought all the pieces back together.

On the couch right next to him, the person sat beside him with their legs crossed. He took in their appearance, too stunned to say a word.

Two pairs of fluffy wings curled around their back, folded politely. Their eyes bored into Aisling, a color he couldn’t pinpoint. Shifting between red and purple every time the light hit them, pupils struggling to stay completely focused on the faerie, yet eagerly looking him over all the same.

“It’s impolite to stare, you know.”

Aisling snapped back to attention, taken aback by the playfulness of their voice.

They smiled at him. “Are you surprised..? Not what you expected? Don’t worry, I get that a lot. So, how can I help you?”

He squinted at them, trying to determine their intentions. Something about the way they spoke was so… Off. Not in the accent, but threaded between their words. It was like every word was part of some tapestry that he wasn’t allowed to see.

Still, he came here for a reason. “I uhm… I heard you sell love potions? Is that still something you’re offering?” He could only hope they couldn’t see how much he was shaking.

With a grin, they grabbed his shoulder and leaned in. “You’d be right! My specialty. Now, I do have to say, before we go any further, I do need your name. Won’t do anything with it, of course. Just a safety precaution, lovebug.”

Oh.

That’s odd.

Aisling’s fear must have shown, because the angel next to him folded their arms and tapped their fingers against their elbows. “See, usually they start getting a little anxious at this point. And that’s fine. I understand completely. Just know it’s the only way you’re leaving this place with a potion. I don’t make exceptions. Honestly, it’s all the same to me. Just don’t waste my time if you’re not really committed.”

“No— That’s not it… I just… I feel weird.” Aisling interrupted them, not wanting to ruin this opportunity. “Can… Can you just tell me you won’t hurt me? Or keep me here?”

With that, they snorted. “Oh… Come on! Don’t make me laugh. I’m not gonna keep ya around here or take anything you don’t let me take. I’ll lock you in my basement for a few hours and see how you fare with the fae-eating chimera I’ve got down there though.”

When Aisling’s face contorted into pure horror, their smile dropped into something more adjacent to concern. “—Jokes! Jokes. Gracious, I don’t even have a basement. Or a chimera, for the record. Lighten up a bit… I’m just teasing you. Nothing here’s gonna hurt you, including yours truly.”

“O…Oh.” He looked down at the floor with a heated face, fidgeting with his hands. Why was it different for them? Why couldn’t he tell?

“I am serious about needing your name though. You seem sweet, but I can never be too careful with these sorts of things, sweetheart.”

There’s no way he’d even consider it. The risk was too high. They’d use it against them. Force him into digging himself a deeper hole. He couldn’t trust them. Every possible warning bell was going off in his head, screaming at him to run and get out of this unfamiliar place. This person was too strange, too powerful, too dangerous. If he stayed here a minute longer, let along give them his name, there’s no way he’d make it out of here. They’d hurt him. They’d hurt—

“Aisling— Prince Aisling.”

“Oh, it’s lovely to formally meet you. You can call me Rosé, not that the name means much to you.”

And nothing happened. He was… Fine. For now, at least.

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The rest of their little meeting went by, and eventually Rosé handed a crystalline perfume bottle to Aisling. Inside of the heart shaped bottle, a pink liquid sloshed around. It looked almost mesmerizing from the outside, with the way it gleamed in the light.

Aisling still felt nervous. Something was off. Something was incredibly off.

“…There’s a cost for this.” It was meant to come out as a question, but he knew better.

Rosé shrugged. “I mean, if you want there to be. I usually just invest as a form of entertainment. It gets awfully boring here, and some people think that actions have zero consequences. Fun thing to watch.”

“How should I pay you then..?” Aisling dug through his pockets, only for the winged figure to take his arms and hold them still.

“Well, if you’re offering, I’d love a bit of magic in return.”

Despite the hunger in their eyes, Aisling nodded. What was the harm? He’d just recharge when he got home.

All things considered, that was the easiest thing he’d been asked of in this exchange. It’s not like something as simple as that could go wrong.

[mythology-void]

love watching odysseus fluctuate violently between suicidal depression and all-consuming homicidal fury like look at him go

[crystalliumdaisy]

for funsies i thought i’d redraw one my first ever riptide art pieces!! which is them as pokémon trainers

below is the og piece

2021!! she’s old old

[godsopenwound]

If your parents didn’t know how to hold you, you develop the mind you hold yourself with, so you find safety in this mind that you created. So the human mind, the ordinary egoic mind, is basically a defensive structure. It’s, in significant ways, a response to pain, it’s designed to keep you from experiencing pain, it’s worried and anxious and it’s defensive, so when it comes to change and vulnerability the mind wants to defend against it. It comes out of fear, which comes out of childhood experience where the pain that you had wasn’t held, and therefore you develop these mind structures to keep you from experiencing it, and one of them is clearly addiction.

— Dr. Gabor Maté

[sharksandjays]

DRAGONS RISING SPOILERS!!!

really really quick sketch because this came to me in a vision

[arolegos]

2 sets of drawing jay walker (training myself to like him so ill gaf when DR focuses on him)

[cable-salamdr]

Guys hear me out we shouldn’t have Nya dying again.

Now don’t get me wrong I love the idea of Jay “accidentally” killing her (or just injuring her severely) as kind of a trifecta of times Nya has died. however. what I wanna see more is Jay dying because Nya either does not realise it’s him and thus doesn’t hold back, or she does and overestimates how well he can still fight. Maybe I just want to see Jay’s life force leaving in Nya’s arms for once yk

[coldflash-corner]

Speaking of Barry being able to read Leonard Snart scarily well, imagine that Barry notices how Snart reacts to people Barry knows, and files that away in his opinions of that person

Barry is in the cortex with someone he finds kind of annoying but harmless, Snart walks in for Definitely-Not-Flirting-While-Doing-Business Reasons, and starts lowkey acting like this guy is an Immediate Threat that he's trying to act cool around to not set him off. And Barry immediately knocks like 5 points off of the "how much do i trust this guy" ranking. Subtly starts telling him less things, looks into what he's doing on the downlow, treats him as potentially suspicious And turns out... The guy does have bad intentions

Leonard comes in and meets some of Barry's new friends/coworkers, and clearly seems to mark one of them as more trustworthy/less of a threat than everyone else. And when Barry needs help or someone to confide in, he goes to that person over everyone else

Barry comes in to Saints and Sinners and sees a regular he's run into before, but hasn't seen interact with Snart. He thought the guy might be pretty cool. But today he walks into them talking, and Immediately sees that Snart is closed off, jumpy, does NOT like that guy in his space. And Barry immediately takes cues off of that, turns the guy down when he later asks to have drinks together next time Barry drops by Saints

If Snart seems unnerved by someone Barry knows, Barry trusts his instincts. Even if Leonard never says anything to Barry out loud, he still takes note of that. If Snart likes someone, or just thinks they're reliable, Barry will trust that instinct.

Even if Snart doesn't say his feelings out loud, Barry trusts him so innately that he will listen to Snart's instincts when it's clear he's feeling a type of way

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

it bugs me so much when I see people complaining about the lack of women in jrwi when like.... riptide is right there. riptide has so many cool npcs who are women VERY early on in the campaign and throughout the rest of it, PLUS a badass pc (jay) who is one of the best played/written characters in ANY of the jrwi campaigns. like. what's the issue here. you don't even have to go to a new show for cool women, literally their longest running campaign has a ton of them !!!

[itsalwaysforyou]

there’s blood in the water, there’s blood in the water

kenny ortega, descendants / the crane wives, the crooked, the cradle

[iseeyoujon]

My husband is at a thrift store and

I love this man

Edit: I added alt text, and I'm going to add the bonus from my own reblog into the original post:

Update: He bought the second one and wants me to name it. Current top vote is for the full name "Jonathan Sims, not to be confused with Jonathan Sims or Jonathan Sims"

[burning-sol]

chip art??? from me???? no freaking way!!!

[unkandily]

Does anyone ever think about the places Jay sees Ava?

The ship underneath her feet is a reminder, the birds flying above. Gillion's selfless bravery, every attempt Chip makes to cheer her up. Or how about Lizzie's fierce passion, Jay knows that look in her eyes, doesn't she? Kira attempting to change the navy, letting Jay go free despite everything. Do you think Jay sees her in Ollie? In the way he glows with energy? Maybe in her father, the way his eyes soften just enough to spare her time and time again. And of course she sees Ava in the sun, so bright, so warm, so obviously present and yet out of reach.

She is the sister of the sun, which can never truly be put out.

[melanytm]

oh to love you is summer in reach

kiss me and tell me i’m yours

[ahalliance]

the rayou tv effect on his fellow friends and streamers truly cannot be understated . he makes every single one of his relationships feel special . people love having his attention and love trying to get it . he always tries his best to include everyone in the conversation . people keep trying to make him the leader even though he doesn’t want to be . he manages to charm the ccs with even the most hardass of personas . if you look at him wrong even a little bit those ccs will kill you

[feline-evil]

Trans pickles is so good and i'm so glad that i see a lot of people nodding and shaking hands when it comes to that headcanon because oh my god this is the most transgender vibes man i have ever seen. I get him, i understand. Trans pickles is real to me, in my heart.