#silver okja

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venn diagram of devon bostick’s characters that is heavily inspired by @goatcheesecak3

[goatcheesecak3]

Do you see the vision

[vampyxqh]

Me when I see Devon Bostick

[sdfghjklwertyuio]

okja (2017) post credits

[wolfman-moony]

 Fanfic requests open!

My requests for stories are open!!

I’ll write any character on this list x male reader, non-binary reader, gender neutral reader, gender fluid reader, any specific pronouns you request I’ll do.

My rules on what type of stories I will, and will not right↓

Fandom and characters I’ll write for!

~Harry potter~

Draco Malfoy

Blaze Zebini

Viktor Krum

George Weasley

Bill/William Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Cedric Diggory

~Stranger Things~

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Gareth Emerson

Billy Hargrove

Nancy Wheeler

~Julie and the phantoms~

Alex Mercer (i’ll only write male reader for him)

Reggie Peters

Luke Patterson

Willie

Nick

~Descendants~

Harry Hook

Gil LeGume

Carlos De Vil

Jay

~The 100~

(Note: I’ve only watched the first two seasons of the 100 so far)

Jasper Jordan

Monty Green

John Murphy

~D & D Honor among thieves~

Doric

Simon Aumar

~The school for good and evil movie~

Hort Hook

Hester

~Z nation~

10K

Sarge/Lilly Madison Mueller

~Okja~

Silver

Blonde

~Words on the bathroom wall~

Joaquin

~Diary of a wimpy kid~

Rodrick Heffley

~The Entitled~

Dean Taylor

~The Santa clause movies~

Bernard the head elf

~Evil Dead Rise~

Danny

~Matthew Lillard Characters~ 

Tim LaFlour

Stu Macher

Shaggy Rogers

Stevo

Emmanuel "Cereal Killer" Goldstein

William Afton

Brock Hudson

Roger Sperling

And most any other character Me has played as long as I know the character 

[spac3d0lls]

(and why is it casper)

i’m doing this knowing that rodrick will win and jasper will be second but i wanna see what the other rankings will be

[always-andromeda]

Hi! Could I please have the World Ender prompt for Jay from Okja? Thank you and congrats on 500!

Author’s Note | ahahaha, I didn't expect for this one to make me wanna cry but lmao, I almost did ✌🏻🥲✌🏻

Jay thought every kink had been worked out of the plan. Impulsivity puts him on edge when you're in the field. He hates the deep unease that settles into his bones when you're on your own, fulfilling your own part of the mission. He knows full well that you can take care of yourself, of course. But there are always surprises. That's why improvisation is always key. 

At the very least, you escaped with your life. That's what he reassures himself with as soon as he gets his team out of the botched mission. Housed in a basement of ALF sympathizers, the base that he and his crew flee to isn't one of the more popular ones.

The ceiling is low and dust falls from the rafters, filling the lungs of all the inhabitants and making their throats raspy for days. But Jay is still grateful for even the smallest escape. He helps you lie back on the bottom bed of one of the bunks.

Across the room is the rest of the team. Silver and Blond sit together on a bottom bunk, talking quietly with one another. Red lies on the top bunk, reading one of the many novels she is obsessed with; it's one of the few things that calms her nerves. K is kicked back on the single cot in the room, merely closing his eyes for a second of rest. 

Though Jay knows his whole crew is reeling from the surprise attack by the Black Chalk, the only one on his mind is you. You and the way you've been holding your side ever since one of the Black Chalk men had beaten you with his baton. Jay's jaw goes tight at the memory. Seeing you crumple to the ground, hearing you cry out in pain.

He's reminded of it again when he gently attempts to lift your shirt to inspect the area. Because that's when you wince. You don't even have to make a sound for him to know the pain you're in. In a way, he's proud of you for being able to put on a brave face. At the same time, he wants to rip something apart.

Jay squints through the dim lighting of the basement, only to see faint bruising already beginning to bloom over your delicate skin. The sight fills him with an insurmountable rage. Suddenly, the room is too small to contain him. His breathing gets uneven as he stares, zeroing into the bruises so hard that they begin to go blurry in his vision. I should've gotten to you sooner.

Then you grab his wrist. His fist trembles slightly from how hard he's clenching it. Your first assumption is that he's just disappointed in himself. Though the attack isn't one that he could've planned ahead for, Jay still expects himself to be able to achieve the impossible.

You murmur, "Are you okay, Jay? Do you want me to give you some space?" You try to sit up, holding back the yelp that threatens to escape you when you put pressure on the wound.

In a voice so quiet and calm that it's almost frightening, Jay says bluntly, "I don't want space. That's the last thing I want from you."

Nonetheless, it reassures you. So you settle once more on the thin mattress, staring at the bunk above and only occasionally letting yourself glance over at him for the next minute.

Jay sits on a folding chair at your bedside. And his gaze still hasn't left that spot on your side.

You're hesitant to break the silence but you do it anyway, wanting to give him comfort in whatever way you can. "At least we got out of there." Is all you can manage.

Jay rubs his face frustratedly, "We should have known that the Black Chalk would be waiting. It was naive of us to believe otherwise."

You lay a hand on his knee firmly. "Jay, we used the information we had and did what we thought was best. What matters is that we're safe."

He finally looks you in the eye, his green eyes a blazing forest fire. "If I had lost you–"

"But you didn't," you interrupt quickly, stopping the spiral dead in its tracks. "You didn't. That's all that matters, right?"

He remembers his breathing exercises and puts them to use. You smile slightly and rub his knee when you notice the tension fade with each of his measured breaths. Being so important to a person as passionate as Jay can be bittersweet. His love and his wrath seem to be intrinsically linked with each other, both intense and addicting. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

"That's all that matters." He repeats your words, more to himself than to you. Because sometimes he hates having this life. He believes in his morals with every fiber of his being. But if they ever came at the cost of your life, he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

But that day wasn't today. He will adapt. He will get better at trying to predict the end before it comes. He will make protecting you into an art, one that he has perfected. He'll do anything and everything to make sure that nothing like this happens again. That's all that matters. 

[pixie-nymph]

The suspense (NSFW)

Jay (okja) x F! reader

Another one of paul dano’s characters because I’m feral for this man

Thank you guys for all the notes on my last fic! <3

Enjoy this one yall

Word count: 3.3k

Plot: You have been waiting to talk to Jay about what happened between the two of you in the kitchen when he suddenly comes home from a mission only to show you how he really feels

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, 18+ content. Mentioning of violence, blood, smut, maledom, cunnilingus, p in v sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie

You were fidgeting in your chair waiting for them to come back. Jay had reassured you earlier that when they came back the two of you could talk about what happened the other day.

You could’ve sworn he never liked you at all. Always so focused on the task at hand you didn’t realize all this time he might like you until he finally escalated. The other day you were standing in the kitchen just rambling on about something when he just grabbed you and kissed you, lifting you onto the counter and grabbing at your thighs, almost ravenous in his movements. A quick breathy “sorry” leaving his lips when he just stormed off. It’s not that you didn’t like it, or didn’t like him. He just caught you very off guard and you weren’t sure if this could potentially throw off the whole dynamic of the group, that's why you didn’t kiss him back immediately.

Suddenly the door swung open, Silver being dragged into the building by Jay and the others. He barely ate so he was always on edge and about to pass out. But Jay didn’t look great either. His white button down was covered in little specks of blood. When you finally grasped what was going on you frantically got up and ran over to help them.

“Help Silver first!” Jay hissed at you, blood running from his nose, sloppily wiping it off with his sleeve. His dark hair laying thick on his sweaty forehead.

“I got Silver.” Your friend said quickly and carried him to the couch. You turned to Jay “what happened??”

“We did it. But we got a little beat up in the process.” He huffed. You went over to Jay to wrap your arms around him. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” You squeezed him a bit tighter with him just barely hugging you back. When you looked up at him his gaze averted yours and he quickly wiggled out of your grasp.

“I-I’m gonna go clean up now.” He said in a cold tone. You have never heard him speak like this.

“Hey let me help you.” You spat at him, following him upstairs to the bathroom.

He almost slammed the door in your face.

“Hey!” You stormed into the small room slamming the door behind you. “What’s the matter with you?” Your breathing was all over the place from running up the stairs after him.

He faced the window to look away from you. “I’m talking to you” you grabbed his shoulder to make him look at you. You frowned at the blood running down his face.

He looked at you with glossy eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, letting your hands glide down the sides of his arms.

“As if you don’t know.” He sniffed, his eyes quickly swallowing away the tears that had just formed.

“Jay what do you mean?” You looked at him with a pained expression.

“The kiss the other day. I’m sorry about that. It didn’t mean anything.” His words shot out of his mouth like bullets.

You looked at him confused.

"What? Why did you kiss me in the first place then?” You let go of him now.

“I don’t know.” Shrugging his shoulders, he huffed at you putting his hands into his hips.

You backed away from him, your brows furrowing at his confusing statement.

“I thought we were going to talk about it.” you hissed at him crossing your arms. He leaned back onto the windowsill, pushing his hair back.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” He said, trying to avoid eye contact.

“I like you too.” You quickly mumbled under your breath.

“What was that?” He looked at you, his eyes widening at the statement.

“I like you too Jay.” You looked at him, locking your eyes with his. His gaze softened, still shocked at what you said he straightened himself up. Slowly you walked over to him, taking his tie between your fingers and playing with the very tip of the satin fabric.

You gazed up at him, repeating yourself. “I like you too Jay.” You whispered softly. His hands quickly cupped your face, pulling you towards his. His lips crashed into yours, moving his soft mouth against yours. Not soon after that his left hand made it down to your waist, gripping it tightly. He turned the two of you around, lifting you up onto the windowsill. Grabbing your thighs again, he made his way down to your neck planting needy kisses along the soft skin. You moaned out in pleasure. Your neck was your absolute weak spot.

“Are you okay with this?” He locked eyes with you. You nodded. “Please tell me.” He whispered.

“Yes I’m okay with this. I want you.” At this point your stomach tingled and the familiar feeling of your heartbeat traveling down your body started to get more intense by the second.

“Not in here.” He lifted you up, you instinctively wrapping your legs around him.

He quickly rushed you out the bathroom into his bedroom across the long hallway of your house. At least everyone had their own room in here.

His room was more spacious than you anticipated. His dark sheets stood out in contrast to the wooden floors of the room. The door closing behind the two of you he made his way to the bed.

Slowly setting your back down onto the soft mattress he planted a quick kiss onto your lips before he kneeled down in front of the bed taking off his blazer, throwing it into a corner of the room. You looked at him through your legs, lifting up your head. His face was still covered in a good bit of blood. You frowned at the thought of someone hurting him. Yet it kind of turned you on in a way you couldn’t really describe. The raw aggression painting his face made him look even more attractive to you. He loosened up his tie, ripping it out of his collar, before sloppily rolling up his sleeves. He hesitantly tugged at your pants, looking at you trying to get a sign of approval. Lifting your hips up, you wiggled your jeans down for him, exposing your black lace panties. With the sound of your pants hitting the floor he parted your legs, scooting closer to the edge of the bed, digging his left hand underneath your hips grabbing at your butt, the other lifting up your leg to his face. Almost at a painful pace, he started planting little kisses onto your inner thigh, making his way down to your clothed cunt. When he finally reached the soft fabric, he looked up at you asking for permission once more.

“Please, don’t tease me.” You moaned out. The noise you just let out made him weak in every sense possible. With a devilish grin on his face, he pulled down your panties in a swift motion, exposing you to him fully. He kneeled on the floor between your legs, looking up at you, his breath laying hot against your skin. He quickly buried his face into your warmth, sticking out his tongue into you. Your taste instantly drove him crazy, his eyes rolling back into his head, a guttural moan leaving his body, vibrating against your folds. He licked up your pussy, covering you in his spit. You buried your hand into his thick, dark hair, pulling him even closer to you, the back of your head digging into the sheets. Your thighs were now wrapped around him, resting your feet on his back. He found your sweet spot with no sign of struggle whatsoever and started sucking on your clit very softly. Swirling his tongue around it he moved his hand up to your face, pulling your chin down. Two of his fingers grazed over your lips, pushing their way into your mouth. Your eyes widened in shock, meeting his for a split second, yet you instinctively took them into your mouth, sucking on them eagerly. He moaned at the sensation of your warm mouth around his digits before removing them and placing them against your entrance. You held your hand over your mouth, muffling your moans when he pushed them into you. Jay started to move his fingers in and out of you, slightly curling them up while rotating his wrist. The sensation drove you crazy and you could feel your climax approaching very soon.

“Fuck Jay I’m gonna cum” you breathed out heavily behind your hand still covering your mouth. Your other hand still grabbing his hair you pushed him onto you a bit further, his pace growing more relentlessly. Your orgasm rolled over you, seemingly imploding the knot that had formed inside of you. At this point you were practically riding out your orgasm against his face. Jay pulled his face away from your pulsating pussy, slowly removing his fingers. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He stood up, opening his belt buckle, zipping open his pants. You opened your eyes to find him gazing down at you, licking his lips. His gaze was dark and the need to fuck you was practically writtien all over his bloody face. Stepping out of his slacks and underwear he pushed you up onto the bed a bit further. You didn’t break eye contact for one second, not daring to look at his hard erection. Jay climbed onto the soft mattress crawling over you, nudging up the hem of your shirt with his nose on his way up to your face. He kissed your stomach for a split second before finally hovering over you again. Your cheeks were flushed and you were breathing pretty heavily, still trying to recover from your high. You could feel his warm, hard dick on your inner thigh, anticipating him to be inside of you. His eyes met yours again, smashing his lips into yours. You could taste your slick on his lips, mixed with a slight hint of iron from his bloody nose. You reached down, not being able to wait any second longer, to grab his throbbing cock and placed it at your entrance, coating it in your cum. He moved his hips forward slowly pushing himself inside of you, causing you to gasp into the kiss. The both of you moaning and gasping at the sudden sensation, your muscles tensed up a bit at the size of his.

“S-Slow” you whispered into his mouth, grabbing the back of his neck, fisting his hair, the other palming his clothed chest.

Jay slowed down in his tracks and rolled his hips forward very slowly looking at you trying to make out what you were comfortable with. His hands placed beside your shoulders he lifted one to your face, cupping your cheek. You squeezed your eyes trying to adjust to his size when he finally buried himself inside of you fully. He collapsed on top of you, his breath muffled by the sheets underneath you. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He moaned into your ear. He carefully pulled his hips back crashing them back into yours not long after. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him close to you, whimpers exiting your mouth while you bit your lip to muffle them as best as you could. His thrusts became more steady with you finally adjusting to his size. The sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room. Him filling you up felt incredible. He was so gentle with you, yet so passionate in his movements. He moaned against the soft skin of your neck, whimpering at the sensation of your walls tightening around his length. He lifted himself up now, guiding your legs onto his shoulders. Softly kissing your ankles he started to thrust into you again. This time, harder, more determined. Your eyes rolled back into your head, the sensation of him inside of you was making you burn up. You ripped your shirt off of your body exposing your bare chest to him. He chuckled at the sight of you not wearing a bra. Barely being able to control the noises escaping your mouth you bit down onto the soft fabric of your shirt. “You’re so beautiful.” He said breathlessly. You looked up at him, still moaning into your shirt. Little beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He threw his head back in ecstasy, not slowing his pace whatsoever. You knew you wouldn’t last long until you reached your second high. He felt you clenching down on him and that ultimately sent him into delirium as well. Jay threw himself forward on top of you kissing you sloppily, burying himself deeper inside of you now, which you didn’t even deem possible. “God you fuck me so good” you whispered to him. You were barely able to speak at his point. Your legs still in between the two of you, ankles resting on his shoulders. His movements got sloppier and more chaotic.

“Fuck I’m cumming.” He moaned into your mouth. You opened your eyes, locking them with his. The sudden eye contact completely threw him over the edge. Looking at you taking him so well, a moaning mess underneath him and now looking directly into his eyes completely destroyed him. He shakily filled you up with his warm liquids, pressing his hips into yours. Collapsing on top of you, you stroked his back a couple times before he looked back at you, planting another kiss onto your soft lips. They became a bit swollen from you biting down on them a little too hard a couple times. His lips were warm and soft against yours and you could’ve lived in this moment forever. Jay slowly pulled himself out of you, making sure to grab your shirt to quickly place it under you in order not to ruin the sheets. His cum dripped out of you and he gazed at you in complete satisfaction for a second. Completely out of breath, you placed a hand onto your chest, feeling your heart beat completely out of control.

“Do you want to shower?” He asked, his voice dark and raspy, he cleared his throat.

You nodded. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, handing it to you. You sat up on the bed, wrapping it around you. He bent down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before taking your hand into his, helping you up from the bed. Your hands still connected, he peeked out to the hallway, making sure the coast was clear, given the fact he was completely naked. The two of you quickly rushed into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind you. You could feel the cum dripping down your thighs now and although you enjoyed every second of it, you couldn’t wait to clean yourself up in the shower.

“Hey let me take a look at your face first.” You said cupping his soft disposition. He was covered in sweat and blood and the look of him wanted you to get wrecked all over again. Nothing looked too major. A small cut on the bridge of his nose, blood having dried above his lip as well. A tiny cut on the left side of his hairline above his forehead. He hissed at you lifting your fingers to it. Nothing needed stitches.

“Okay let’s get cleaned up.” You cheerfully said, giving him a soft kiss onto the tip of his nose. He blushed at the sudden gesture, his lips curling up into a soft smile. You turned on the shower, slowly letting the shirt of his fall over your shoulders, down to the floor. He noticed his slick running down your legs and cleared his throat at the sight of it. “You coming in?” You turned to him. He nodded, not being able to say a word right now.

You stepped into the warm, steamy chamber letting the water flow over your head and face, down your back. Jay followed you, now standing very close behind you lifting his hands to your shoulders, pulling you in closer. He lowered his head placing a soft kiss onto your shoulder before saying “I really enjoyed that.” You chuckled at his statement.

“Me too.” You turned to him, kissing him sloppily. He pushed you back against the cold tiles of the shower, making you moan into the kiss at the sudden sensation.

He pulled back “Unless you want me to ruin you all over again in here we should calm down.”.

“What if I want that?” You looked up at him sheepishly.

He reached down to your pussy, slowly rubbing circles around your clit. You threw your head back against the cold tile. “Fuck Jay.” Your voice coarsely echoed throughout the shower. Your folds were still coated in his cum, making it almost too easy for him to shove his fingers back inside of you. He looked down at you, “you’re such a needy slut for me.” He whispered against your lips wrapping his other hand around your throat. You couldn’t deny that ever since he kissed you in the kitchen you were waiting in anticipation of him doing it again. And here you were getting fingered by him in the shower. With how sensitive you still were and the thought of him fingerfucking his cum deeper into your throbbing pussy, you couldn’t help but clench on his fingers, moaning his name.

He pulled back, mustering you. Your legs shaking from your climax, your cheeks flushed and your chest rising and falling quickly.

You rubbed your hands over his chest, making your way down to his dick when he stopped you in your tracks.

“Lets get cleaned up huh.” He chuckled. He was probably way too tired for round two after the day he just had. You nodded understandingly and placed a soft kiss onto his pecks. The both of you enjoyed the shower. The warm water relaxed your muscles even further. His hands traveled all over your body, coating you in soapy suds. One sloppy kiss followed the other, as if you were glued to one another. The water coating the two of you, making it even easier to move your lips against each other.

After what seemed like an eternity and a thousand dollar water bill later, you finally stepped out of the shower.

“Let me at least put a band-aid on that.” You pointed at his face. He nodded in protest and sat down on the toilet seat, wrapping his towel around his waist.

You opened the bathroom cabinet, grabbing the first aid kit out of it.

Grabbing some butterfly band-aids you turned to him, ripping the protective seal off of it carefully. He pulled you in closer by your hips, looking up at you with his beady green eyes, while you carefully placed the bandaid on his wound. “What would I do without you?” He asked.

“Probably bleed out.” You laughed, throwing the trash into the little can next to the sink.

You made your way to your bedroom, it was late after all, you should get some sleep.

“Aren’t you going to stay with me?” He whispered loudly through the hallway, stopping you in your tracks.

“Did you want me to?” You asked, trying to not raise your voice too much.

“Of course.” He looked at you lovingly. Turning back around, you followed him into his room. He closed the door carefully. You let your towel fall to the floor, making your way into his bed. He gasped at the sight of your body.

Letting his towel fall down to the floor as well he crawled into bed with you, pulling you in closer. The skin on skin contact instantly gave you a rush. Placing one last kiss onto your forehead, he slowly felt himself drifting off to sleep.

“Good night Jay.”

“Good night love.”

[sunnysoulzz]

I’m really tempted to write a FIC for okja, problem is, I’m super down bad for Devon Bostick rn so I obv wanna write for Silver. But that’s mf is gay as hell, and idk how to write for top male readers? So fuck, I’d write for jay or something but I don’t remember anything about that bro 💀

[dumdrop]

He said this was his THIRD drum lesson?!

[the-a-word-2214]

I’m Here

summary: (Y/N) is injured during a case and Jay decides that he can never forgive himself

pairing: Jay x reader

word count: 726

warnings: angst, language, fluffy domesticity

You roll over onto your side as you watch the sleeping man next to you, his dark hair seen from the back considering he was on his side. Your hand trails down the back of his white undershirt that he always slept in, you claimed that it made him look like a dad from the ‘80s.

He wakes with a start, turning to lay on his back. He pulls on his turtle frames that he never allowed the team to see.

His gaze turns to you as he sits up, propping his pillow up behind his head.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?” You whisper as he rubs at an eye.

“I have a bad feeling about this next case of ours. It’s our biggest one yet, I can’t have you getting hurt.”

You shrug, “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

You lean forward to move his hair from his face as he sends you a weak smile. His hand comes up to rest on your cheek as you reassure him with a kiss, your hand moving to rest on his chest.

“I’ll be okay, love. Promise.”

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You can barely make out the blurry figures of your team as you blink past unconsciousness. A muffled voice pulls you deeper into the void as your hands grasp out at your boyfriend.

The Black Chalk had infiltrated your mission, beating you and the others in the process. Jay fought tooth and nail to keep you with him as he carried your limp body to a nearby truck.

You were in and out of consciousness as he helped a nurse that they recruited to help in aiding your recovery. After all, you took the worst of the beating along with Jay. He managed to be alright after a few stitches.

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The dimly lit fluorescent lights of the hospital room woke you up. They had you handcuffed to a bed, so much for getting out unscathed.

Jay never left your side as you regained consciousness, his hand stayed in your own throughout. Every now and then he’d kiss the back of your hand. For such a stern leader, he cherished the quiet moments with you.

“What happened...where is everyone?” Your voice is weak as you speak, it comes out raspy.

“Everyone else is in holding cells at the nearby police station. We’re going to be on the way there once you regain your strength. I told them that they’d have to kill me before I’d leave your side.” His lips quirk up as he rubs your hand.

“Look at you, you’re such a stand-up guy. Thanks baby, I owe you one.”

“I couldn’t forgive myself for what happened to you. You didn’t deserve that and I should have protected you.”

“It’s okay, Jay. I’m going to be alright.”

You knew that once you got better that you’d be separated again. A few months in prison couldn’t do you much harm, it would be okay in the end. Your team already had a rendezvous for when you’d all get out of prison.

After a few goodbyes, several men take Jay away while your bed is rolled somewhere else entirely. They ship you off to a prison nearby where you’re held for a few months. The only thought on your mind being when you’d get to see Jay again.

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You wait with K outside of the prison where Jay was located. You watched as a man with a fake beard walked out, it was hard to contain your laughter as he walked closer to you.

“That is some get up, babe. I almost didn’t recognize you.” He pulls you in for a kiss as K hops onto a nearby bus where the rest of the team was located.

Jay takes your hand and helps you onto the bus, you greet your friends with hugs as you situate yourself next to your now fiancé.

The rest of the A.L.F begin to discuss the next plan as you all pull on your masks. Even an old woman near your group gets a mask.

“Are we ready to go?” You ask as you pull your mask over your nose.

“We are, Lucy Mirando is going to be there.” Jay announces to the team as you all prepare yourself for the next steps of your new mission.

[csodaturmix]

Sketchinn some portraits

[goatcheesecak3]

Do you see the vision pt. 2

[devon-blogstick]

Newest gifs in the Devon collection huheuhe

[iswimmi-art]

!!

I love em

[damnnnndano]

This whole photo shoot is GOLD