#jeleste

[bowties8glasses]

I made a theme for my OC Jeleste

More art (undescribed) and her profile:

A jester demon with a doll-like body that dreams of mischief and causing  trouble, dream being a very appropriate word in this case.

Jeleste wants to be like the evil tricksters and clowns she’d see in  plays and books when little, but is very indecisive about what she could do, leading to her ideas rarely leaving the planning process

Jeleste is however very good at puppetry, thanks to being able to move  and control her dolls with only a thought, her plays are often met with  praise, seems like she enjoys doing it more too.

I also did a little comic staring her too, you should check it out

[jelestes]

i could write an essay on their homoerotic friendship but i made an edit instead 😁 (hope when season 3 finally happens they get to be canon

[beddhead-red]

juno takes a little tumble, angers local gardener

the taste of copper mingles with the warm feeling on the side of her head.

there's someone familiar screaming, she feels herself over-salivating as she struggles to push herself up on an arm that's not listening to her.

she's curled up and the side of her face feels wet. she smells potting soil, barely blinking awake to see pieces of ceramic in a pile in front of her.

the voice gets closer. it's whimpering now. she feels something pulling her up, and her body feels lighter--but her head feels heavy, and there's a spot that's burning. she tries to whisper something encouraging but she can only murmur. her lips are too thick for her words to get past.

the voice shushes her, and she feels the edges of her feet brushing against the ground.

"'s okay...everythin'..." she gives up part way through her words, sighing out a breath in frustration.

her heart leaps into her throat as her lagging mind finally catches that she's being carried, but all she can do is squirm in their grip.

"mmf-! cold..." are the sounds that stumble their way out of her mouth as soon as celeste starts to wash her arms. "i know. but i need to clean the cuts."

cuts...?

her vision's still blurry, and she doesn't like it at all. what she likes less is her difficulty keeping balance, feeling her head lolled to one side. the overwhelming nausea wasn't nice, either.

god, her head...

touching a finger to the corner confirmed what she thought, and she gasped as she made contact, huffing out one of her half-chuckles as soon as she looked at the blood on her finger.

"careful...!" she looked up and met celeste's eyes--the best as she could, given the circumstances. "..." she doesn't like it at all. not one bit.

celeste didn't like it anymore than she did, given her expression. juno's glazed over look made her purse her lips. "hold still." she pulled a little harder at her arm, and juno stumbled, finding herself looking at her bare forearm--slick with water and blood and pieces of broken ceramic.

...her jacket. where was her--?

she could see a vague black shape hanging from the door, which she figured was hers. she didn't really...

she couldn't really bring herself to care about that right now. everything hurt too much. she can feel that it goes further up, and she could feel a bit on her right arm, too...

blood dribbles down and drips from her chin. "...mmf." she pulls her arm out of celeste's hands, drawing a muddled protest until she starts pulling her shirt over her head.

celeste sucks in a breath. juno feels blithely around her arm, cursing as the pain twists with her touch. "...shower." is what she says after a moment. "...okay, but-" celeste jumps up as juno attempts to lift herself from the stool she'd gotten her onto, doing her best to pick her up and gently guide her towards the tub.

she'd need...they'd need to properly disinfect them, and wrap her up. but she needed to wash the blood off, first. this wasn't the most efficient way, but...well, the bleeding wasn't that bad, honestly, but her head--

"you--" celeste is talking, and her entire brain takes a moment to shift focus as she flops down into the tub. "do you...do you remember what happened?" juno is quiet for a moment. brief flashes of the last 6 hours appear in her head. her screaming. blood in her mouth. everything hurts. potting soil.

she shakes her head, before getting to work on her bra. "you fell, from--" suddenly there's two warm hands doing the motion for her, and she jumps, but feels it come loose. "from way too fucking high, and you, you--" there are two hands unbuckling her pants, sliding them down, and she shudders for a second at the pressure against her thigh. "--you hit your head on the side of the balcony going down, and then into the bushes, and you--" the water is cold again, and she's lying back against porcelain, feeling it) spilling straight from the tap against her skin.

"you wouldn't--i-" she chokes out a sob, and juno finally realizes she's crying. there are hands rubbing against her shoulders, pulling larger pieces from her arms, washing the lacerations--really, not too deep. she got lucky.

and she clearly landed on her left shoulder, given the amount there vs her right. "i just--i couldn't--!" she feels her own hand pressing against celeste's before she realizes it, staring deeply into her eyes. "...i know."

she tenses up, shaking her head. "...alright, i need to--i'm doing your head next." she could still see tears falling from her chin, but didn't have the energy to press further. she let herself be pulled down, finally processing for the first time since she'd gotten in the tub that she was fully naked, and celeste was right here, staring down at her limp, pale body.

...well, she's no field medic, and the injury wasn't inflicted from the war, but given the circumstances, there was nothing to be ashamed of...she couldn't quite bring herself to care about this, either.

the water washing over her face was a soothing feeling, and she moved a hand to where she felt the wound, sucking in a breath as she touched it--only to feel a firm grip pushing her hands away.

"i can do this mys-" "shut up."

...that was sharper than she'd expected. her hands hung in the air for a moment, stunned, before she dropped them to her side.

her hands were always so delicate. that was one of the first things she'd noticed about celeste. it was something that immediately tipped her off that she wasn't native to this place, to this kind of crowd. there was something so gentle about the way she touched her--it made her feel like she had to be gentle back. like she was afraid to break her.

like she was made of porcelain.

celeste couldn't keep from looking in her eyes. those dark, tense, knowing eyes. that cutting stare from across the room, hot brown gaze, piercing straight through your skin. normally so active, animated, intense...

it seemed so dull in this room, in this light. she blinked slowly, tired, wandering.

her expression twisted and buckled in pain with each motion of her fingers, a reaction she wasn't used to seeing, much less this closely. a quiet moan escaped her lips as she let the water wash over it, and celeste bit her lip.

she ran her fingers along her brow, down her nose, across her lips, to her chin. down along her neck. that mole on the side...along her clavicle...stopping just short of her breasts.

juno was quiet again, just staring blearily up at her face.

the cuts weren't that deep. the impact was so much worse.

celeste did her best not to focus on the scars below it.

she didn't like this at all. not one bit.

...but it felt nice to have her head cradled in her arms.

and it felt nice to be cradled, juno realized.

"...you need to dry off before we can wrap these up." juno sighed. "and disinfect." "...and disinfect."

"пизде́ц..."

[krumplicukor]

Istennek hala a kis unokahugom jelest kapott honvedelembol, buszke vagyok ra! A mi kis harcosunk a mi kis xenank!

[serenasoutherlyns]

so you're a stranger again

Benovak, teen. Ao3. Thanks to @jelestes who encouraged me to finish this.

The woman across the room from her eyed her again, this time unsubtly, undressing her with her eyes. Olivia shivered, the look was so unabashed, so full of desire that it made her cheeks burn. The woman tossed her red hair over her shoulder before putting down her glass on the bar. Olivia’s heart pounded: she was making her way over to her.

Casey looked so good that Olivia almost couldn’t keep from kissing her as soon as she could reach her. She wore a green satin dress that Olivia didn’t recognize. It clung to her body, showing off everything, the open back especially had Olivia’s heart racing. She must’ve gone shopping for the occasion, Olivia couldn’t imagine when. The dim light in the lounge glinted off the clear pendant of her gold necklace.

“Hey gorgeous,” Casey said in that seductively low tone of hers, “can I buy you a drink?”

---

One year ago…

“That new DA’s a piece of work,” said Elliot, rubbing his temples. “I don’t know what Branch is thinking.” Olivia hummed in agreement. “She is kind of your type, though.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Olivia.

“Tall, skinny, pale,” he said, “plus you love lawyers.”

“Two,” said Olivia, “I’ve dated two.”

“More than I have,” said Elliot. “I’m just teasing you. Plus, no way she lasts more than a couple months in sex crimes.”

“Let’s hope. Why do we even need an assigned DA anyway?”

—-

“That would be lovely, thank you,” said Olivia in reply. Casey smiled at her and beckoned to the bartender. Somehow, she even made that gesture sexy.

“What am I getting you?” she asked. Casey’s voice was still, deep, and driving Olivia insane.

“Whiskey and soda,” said Olivia. She thought she would branch out tonight, after all, they weren’t themselves for an evening. She played with her necklace for a moment, hoping it would call Casey’s attention to her décolletage. It worked. Casey cleared her throat before ordering.

“May I take this seat?” Casey asked. Her girlfriend, not her girlfriend for the night, didn’t abandon her chivalrous nature. Olivia nodded and Casey slid into the seat beside her gracefully.

“I’m Casey,” she said. “Who do I have the pleasure of sitting beside tonight?” In another situation, if it really were a stranger, Olivia might’ve laughed at the pickup line. They were already playing a game, though, so it didn’t feel silly.

“Olivia. It’s nice to meet you, Casey.” She held her hand out for an introduction, and Casey took it. Instead, she kissed.

“The pleasure is all mine, Olivia.” The bartender came back with her whiskey soda and Casey thanked her. Olivia took a steadying sip. She knew she had no reason to be nervous, but her hands still shook a little. Casey just looked so good, was being so shamelessly seductive, that she couldn’t help it. For a moment, Casey’s glances faltered. She placed a hand on Olivia’s shoulder, reassuring. “What brings you out tonight?” Casey asked.

“Long day at work,” said Olivia, which wasn’t a lie. “Figured I’d unwind before I went home. What about you?”

“Similar,” said Casey. “My coworkers drive me insane, sometimes.” Olivia almost laughed at this. She knew Casey was talking about Elliot. The two of them had gotten into a little disagreement at work that day. If it had gotten much farther, Olivia may have had to break it up.

“Mine too,” said Olivia.

---

One week ago…

“Do you ever wish we’d met differently?” Olivia asked. Casey was beside her on a mostly-wordless Saturday night that they were spending with takeout, crosswords, and the latest Belle and Sebastian album. Casey took a moment to respond.

“What brings that to your mind?” She said. Olivia stretched, and when she was done, rested her hand on Casey’s thigh.

“I mean,” said Olivia, “I think we make a pretty good couple. But we met with so much conflict, sometimes I wish it was different.” Casey considered it.

“I’ve had that thought,” said Casey. “Don’t you think it makes us closer that we know how to fight?”

“I do,” said Olivia. “Still, sometimes I wish we’d been two strangers at a bar.”

“You romantic,” said Casey. Olivia had never considered herself one before Casey, even with previous girlfriends she’d been reserved in that area. With Casey, though, she would show up on her doorstep with roses and was even letting her teach her how to cook. She sometimes would imagine meeting Casey for the first time without all the fighting, Casey’s presence outside of work that she was so fond of. Casey’s voice broke her chain of thought. “We could always have a do-over.”

“What do you mean?” Said Olivia.

“Pretend we don’t know each other,” Casey said. “Be those two strangers in a bar. I’d kind of like to try and pick you up, actually. Show off my game.”

“Your game,” said Olivia. “I know you’ve got game.”

“What if you pretended you didn’t? Let’s both wear something pretty and go to the same bar one night. It’ll be fun,” said Casey. Olivia was starting to get to know every side of Casey, a couple months into dating her, but she didn’t know she had quite that capacity for whimsy.

“You wanna seduce me, Novak?” Olivia said. She had butterflies thinking about it, which seemed like a good sign.

“I do,” said Casey. “I’d love to.” The word love made Olivia’s butterflies race even faster. She really did know that she loved Casey, but hadn’t said it yet. Maybe it was a little too early still. Maybe she was just nervous.

“Okay,” said Olivia, “let’s do it.” Casey grinned at her. She very smoothly took Olivia in her arms and kissed her.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” she said. Olivia relaxed further into her touch, and went back to her crossword.

---

After talking for a while, Casey asked Olivia the question she’d been dying to hear all night.

“Would you like to get out of here?” Olivia nodded at first, and took the final sip of her drink. They closed the tab, and then Casey popped out of her chair. She look Olivia’s hand as if to help her down. She did it so effortlessly. Olivia was so glad they’d decided to do this tonight. The cab ride back to Casey’s dragged on painfully slowly. Everyone in New York seemed to forget to drive in the rain. Casey made it entertaining, though torturously. She started with holding Olivia’s hand, then moved to her thigh. If they really were strangers, perhaps it would be too forward, but Olivia did not mind. She eventually leaned over the middle seat and kissed her, chastely then deeply. She felt a little bad for the cabbie, but figured he’d seen worse.

When they got inside, Casey offered Olivia another drink, but she declined. She wanted a totally clear mind. Casey had gone so far as to do a little bit of redecorating to make the space seem different, not like the apartment Olivia spent so many hours at these days. The thoughtfulness of that fact made Olivia’s chest warm. She picked up the kiss where they had left off in the car. She pressed Casey against her kitchen counter, holding her hips. Casey may be the seductress, but Olivia knew she was the one guiding. When she had Casey’s breaths quick, she pulled her into her bedroom. This was breaking character a little, but she didn’t care. She needed Casey, and knew Casey needed her.

In the calm of the early morning, Olivia knew it was time. In a completely quiet moment, she sat up on her elbows to observe, make sure Casey was awake.

“Hey, Casey?” she said. “I love you.”

“On the first night we meet?” Said Casey teasingly. “You move a little fast there, Olivia.” Olivia blushed.

“I, maybe I should’ve waited to say it.”

“No,” said Casey, “I wish I’d said it weeks ago. I love you too, Olivia.” Olivia took her hand and drew circles on the back.

“You were not kidding about seducing me, by the way. Jesus, you’re hot. That dress…” Casey laughed. “Thank you for making me do this.”

“My pleasure,” said Casey. She sat up to kiss Olivia. It said everything.

[jelestes]

i hope when you think about benovak you think about jeleste on tumblr, a very mentally ill lesbian who’s obsessed and don’t play about olivia benson and casey novak

i hope i am not only a mutual to you but also someone you can point at a fictional character and go "oh shit that guy on tumblr is super fucking mentally unwell about that one" about

[versinator]

Eperért pillanatonkint

Öregebben bimbóit álmélkodhatott visszahozni Idegszál szirteket lézengő példázni Forditva fehérfekete rabszolgád logika Tízért cserzi határról afrika Sirámra válasznak sugalmát bűnei Versekre ődöngtem kilyukadt eseményei

Szentjánosbogár nagyosan véremben candidum Éccaka donga bohémia kapum Holnaptól meghozza hivogattam letagadom Csiraként juttatod tiltót eljutnom Kedvesünknek lakbérnek hitele ügyei Dunyhák legyőztél sietnék örökösei

Közük lúdbőrzik modorról kelteni Lombján cibálnak vállalni feladni Jelest kezdetbe agavék mamika Családban boszorkányosan megsimogatni hajnalka Beleőrül szemeiben lüktetést baudelairei Hernyók kihajoltam tengődve rügyei

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Kényszered fúrójával fejei kirabolni Kilométernyi kezdetet bejelentenem felnőni Rimája lőtte kisázsia folyóka Adria kibújt provokálnak unoka Elnéztelek megbetegített kezéről seregei Perceimben befektet kérhetek göröngyei

Műszerben mérnök külvárosokból petróleum Látnod igyekezettel irjak tantum Szűkűl viharai fenyőerdők borotválkozom Apára vinnéd bevonulás tisztaságom Kulinak hazajöttél törleszteni tervei Megverjük zengtél motoron kötegei

[sucrefm-blog]

╰   *   ft  .  @celxstivl  !

[szabadpecsofficial]

Hoppál Péter: Pécs szemszögéből a kormány jelest érdemel, Péterffyék elégtelent

Hoppál Péter: Pécs szemszögéből a kormány jelest érdemel, Péterffyék elégtelent

Hoppál “tanár úr” értékelte a 2020-ass esztendőt Pécs nézőpontjából, ezért sem egyedül, hanem a Fidesz és az ÖPE-KDNP pécsi városházi frakcióvezetőivel, vagyis Csizmadia Péterrel és Kővári Jánossal kiegészülve tartott kedden sajtótájékoztatót a fideszes országgyűlési képviselő. Hoppál Péterék rendhagyó, de a jövőre vonatkozóan szokásosnak beharangozott újévi, az óévet értékelő…

[jylljylljyll]

Egyes általános iskolákban és gimikben 4,5 %-ra nem adnak ötöst, van ahol 4,6-ra sem, sőt olyanról is hallottam, ahol 4,7 felett kaphatnak csak jelest.

[szkennelttucsok]

Tegnap sikeres horgászvizsgát tettem. A szákdolgozatomra is jelest kaptam.

[bowties8glasses]

I've been wanting to do a collab like one I saw on DeviantArt years ago (I couldn't even find the original template), and now I got to organize and participate in one! (although slightly modified) thank you @brionnechu and @naycelium for being a part of this collab :>

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[jelestes]

Jane: How’s the most beautiful woman in this room doing today?

Celeste, blushing: I don’t know, how is she?

Renata, from across the room: Aren’t you two the sweetest? I’m doing great! Thanks!

[beddhead-red]

Thinking about ocs again. Thinking about SILENCE

At the end of the day, Juno, Celeste, and Nick all end up in the places they do because of decisions they make. Because of the people they are. Because of what's most important to them. Their inability to compromise.

Juno can't let the past go, and in pursuit of redemption, is perfectly content killing herself. Everything she suffers through is the consequence of her inability to leave well enough alone. Her ending depends on which desire she prioritizes more: revenge, or love.

Celeste can't let Juno go, and will follow her through hell, and stay there with her if she can't leave. It doesn't matter to her that this isn't her fight. She can't let Juno do it alone. Everything she suffers through is a consequence of her own decision to follow her, to try and be useful to her. To give her all that she has, and try her absolute hardest to pull her out from the depths. But she's not strong enough to pull her out alone. Juno has to pull with her own strength, too. She'll never let go, though. So Juno is faced with the decision to bring her down with her, or pull herself up.

On the surface, Nick believes that he's abandoned all of what made him who he was, in pursuit of who he wants to be. He claims that he doesn't care much about redemption; he just wants to live the rest of his life in peace. But he still ended up here. He still surrounded himself with people like her. You don't end up here by accident, and despite what he claims, he can't help himself. He's a thrillseeker, he likes this kind of action, he can't deny it. But more than anything, he's seeking exactly what Juno is: redemption. He maintained the ability to escape at any moment, to leave them to their fate and go on with his life. It's true, he can leave. But despite himself, he doesn't want to. Whether it's the nobler or the more selfish intention driving him, it doesn't matter. He's stuck in here with the two of them, and one way or another, when he leaves, it's with the two of them.

[sronti]

Kiváncsi lennék például az általam is nagyrabecsült (...) Professzor es Mentorom véleményére e témában..! Tanár Úrnal vizsgazhattam Szigorlatozhattam Pszichológiából és (...) Tanar párosnaál Szocális munka azakirányon, ahol jelest kaptam (jelzem ez nem felvagas es dicsekedes csupán VALÓS ÉRTÉK ) ( köszönöm),és számomra ez az egyik legnagyobb ertékű érdemjegy.tanulmányaim.során..megtiszteltetés volt Náluk abszolválnom..e vizsgát a (...) <3 Termeszetesen barki irhat építő és konstruktiv javaslatot, hogy mit lehetne tenni... es ezt meg is köszönöm.mert VALÓBAN ÉRDEKEL.. ( engem is.. ! )

Nem érdekel a helyesírás, de aki így ír, az hogy tud összefüggő gondolatokat alkotni egy bármilyen szövegről, amiben összetett mondatok vannak? Találkozott már valaki olyan emberrel, aki így ír és aztán kiderül, hogy mégis vannak értelmes és mély gondolatai és mélyen el tud merülni valamilyen témában, amiről egyéni jó gondolatai vannak, vagy megalapozott az az előítéletem, hogy ez nem lehetséges?

[silverview]

just two doodles that didn’t make it into the last dump, studs + thiala and a classy jelester :)