jolly monster

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lost at sea | for mermaids, pirates, sailors, and souls that go to the deep   {listen}

I’ll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue
And it’s hey to the starboard, heave ho
Look out, lad, a mermaid be waiting for you
In mysterious fathoms below

The Raid/One More Time, With Feeling

So, it’s official: Supernatural continues to be outstanding. I liked this episode a lot, and I like how they keep doing this - acknowledging there is a past in this show while developing new storylines and confirming stuff we’ve been saying for years. Because subtext - turns out it matters. Who knew.

Since I haven’t seen a lot of people talk about this, first things first: the BMoL’s (and Mary’s, and Sam’s) plan to eradicate and destroy all monsters - jolly good, but what does it mean for Cas? For Crowley? For Garth? Apparently they’re not working on a nuclear explosion spell or anything, and instead they’re going after specific groups of monsters one by one. And the thing is, they’ve got no reason to stop and ascertain who are the good guys and who are the bad guys, right? If they find Garth, Garth is dead.

(Is Sam okay with this? Mr Head Choice?)

And what about demons? I doubt you can kill every demon in existence, so the solution, surely, is shutting the Gates of Hell? And we know how Crowley feels about that, at least. As for the angels, again - seems unpractical and unfeasible to eliminate them, not to mention the cosmic consequences there would likely be if it could be done, so, again, is the idea to confine them all in Heaven? Mh.

As for the rest of it, here we go. 

Family Matters

Jesus Christ, what a mess. I know we talk a lot about how these characters have evolved so much they are almost verbatim the opposite of who they were twelve years ago (and how this was done so skillfully we barely even noticed), but with Mary back in the equation, you really see it. The alliances have now shifted. Where once we had John (emotional and barely hanging on and yet terrifyingly in control) clashing with his younger son who wanted a way out and a better life, and Dean was in the middle, trying to keep both of them happy, now we’ve got Mary pursuing a colder, more rational obsession, Dean who’s so done with all of it, and Sam acting as a mediator. Uh.

Now, it’s true we don’t know exactly what happened when Sam and Dean were teens (#season12wishlist). It’s likely Dean took John’s side out of some demented desire to be recognized and loved, and also so that Sam wouldn’t get hurt, but he believed enough in hunting that his brother getting out - that was a major falling out between them. 

But, well - the situation is hardly the same now. Sam isn’t a brainwashed, terrified teenager. He’s an adult, and, okay, there are rational reasons for the choices he’s making. At the same time, though, what’s going on is too close to whatever madness went down in their childhood for me to look with any sympathy upon any of it. Because at this point, Mary honestly scares me, and so does Sam. Him huddling with Mick at the end, saying those things about Dean - that was legit creepy, and more on this later.  

Dean 2.0

Just as an aside, I was very happy to see Mr Ketch doubling back to seduce Dean, because I’ve been saying this would happen for weeks and weeks. And if you write it down, just like that, what went down between them sounds very ambiguous: Ketch showed up with a bottle of scotch, they had a drink together, and then went to a hotel - a fancy place with a pool and a spa. 

The whole thing was coded like a courtship, because that’s exactly what it was (to the point they had to establish Ketch’s sexuality as a preventive #no homo); what made it uncomfortable is the fact Ketch didn’t really want to be there, and Dean - again, the woman in this scenario, as he so often is - was not the right fit for him. 

Keep reading

Tonight

Scenario: You’re close friends with Jiyong but you want more. Your plan: tease him into submission or until he makes you submit to him. Either way, you win.
Genre: G-Dragon x Reader
Words: 3800
Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT! Shameless ass smut and a little rough play.
A/N: This was basically written because those pictures and vids of Jiyong smoking gave me life in a way I didn’t think possible. I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: Gifs belong to their rightful owners.
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You exhaled deeply as you took in another look of yourself in the full length mirror. Your fidgeting fingers giving away your nervousness as you wonder for the millionth time if this was a good idea. Not just with your choice of attire, but with the whole plan you’d formulated in your head.

Tonight was the night. You were going to officially, shamelessly, flirt with Jiyong. A snort left you at the thought. Flirting, yeah right. Not exactly the correct word you’d use…

And god was it true.

You’d decided on this great idea last week. When you had caught him eyeing a leggy dyed blonde Barbie doll that left the bitter taste of envy in your mouth. You hated the fact that Jiyong saw you, but never actually saw you. Always giving you smiles of gratitude followed up with hand pats and hugs saved for people you friend zoned. Never the ones you fucked.

Sure, you’d been there for him through all his trials. All his shitty relationships and watching him go home to release tension with women whose names he didn’t give a damn to memorize, even after he’d met them. It was like he never noticed your side glances of jealousy; the ugly green monster turning your gaze murderous and your face vacant of any emotion. In fear of him being able to read the lividity that shimmered underneath.

How could he have never noticed that for months now things had changed for you? Jiyong and you shared a history. A lifetime of memorizes and hidden jokes. Taking care of one another when you were sick or nursing him back to health when he somehow drank himself close to oblivion. Overrun with exhaustion from tour dates and TV programs for publicity. You never coddled him like a mother, but loved him without judgement. Both of you listening to one another’s dreams and fears and staying up way into the next morning aimlessly watching old movies or playing a song that the other just, “had to hear.”

A few times you wondered how much longer you could honestly continue to go unnoticed. To be the good friend. The feelings of being ignored and not good enough haunted you, which was stupid. Jiyong cared about you. There was no denying that, but you just wanted…more.

You craved for those light touches on your hands to be placed against your cheek, lips, and neck. Craved for him to tease you like he did with some of the noona’s. Witnessing one teasing display when he gave CL a hug. His hands had sneakily slide down her back until the rested just atop her backside; giving her ass a playful smack that left her exasperated; mouth agape in mid-laugh.

He was always shamelessly flirty with all of them, except when it came to you. The lack of flirtation left you feeling nauseous, your stomach turning: Jiyong just didn’t find you attractive.

That’s when you formulated your plan. Once and for all you would find out for yourself.

Jiyong had invited you to Café Seoul last week. It was a celebration for Teddy or Kush, you couldn’t remember. Jiyong knew you weren’t overtly fond of clubs. Actually, you tended to be allergic to them. The idea of getting dressed in uncomfortable clothes that threatened to rise up and flash underwear if you so much as sneezed left you wary. And the shoes! Oh sweet baby Jesus the shoes! At just the thought of them you glanced down at the four inch stilettos and prayed your clumsy baby giraffe legs wouldn’t betray you tonight.

Tonight you were going to be everything you wanted to be: Confident, sensual, and above all, sexual. Tonight you were going to make sure that you were seen and damn it, you would get his attention. One way or another.
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The bass from the club was deafening. It rattled the glass in your hand sending the liquor inside to bounce and shake to the beat. It felt oddly comforting knowing something shared the same fate as your confidence.

You’d been at the bar for over thirty minutes. Nursing a few shots to help boost your confidence before it broke, and it was working. A few men stopped by to talk to you offering to supply you with more. Their eyes glued to the sight of you and your revealing choice of attire. You politely declined their offer, giving up snippets of what little conversation could be heard over the music before making your departure.

Jiyong hadn’t noticed you yet. He was, as per usual, in the VIP section. A few females were up in the box with him and the guys. Women you didn’t know who were equally dressed like you. You watched coolly as you made your way towards the group. One girl in particular leaning in and placing a hand on Jiyong’s chest. Her body lining up with his in all the right ways to whisper something in his ear. Whatever she told him, it was enough to make a seductive smirk crease his lips. His eyes lighting up with heat as he looked her up and down.

That was enough to send the jolly green monster inside you into overdrive. It helped replace the unease you felt in your steps earlier into something fierce and predatory. Tonight you weren’t going to be overlooked.

You made your way up the small stairs that lead up into the DJ booth. A security guard put a hand out to stop you.

“I’m sorry miss this section is off limits.”

“I’m G-Dragon’s guest,” you informed him with a smile.

He gave you a side look of disbelief but, nevertheless, leaned over and called him over. It took Jiyong a minute to peel himself away from the bleached blonde attached to his side. As he made the short walk over, cutting in between his crew, it gave you enough time to admire the way the dark denim clung to his thighs and the white shirt that opened up to show the black shirt underneath.

How could someone make casual look so damn sexy?

“She says she’s with you?”

Jiyong glanced up to see who the guard was talking about. When his eyes landed on you, it took him a minute to realize who he was looking at. His eyes widened slightly as he leaned over the railing.

“Y/N?”

The disbelief was evident on his face. His eyes racked over your body taking you in. Did you really look that bad?

“Yes?” you called back.

Jiyong was still staring when the guard inquired one last time if he should let you in. Jiyong shook his head, as if to clear it, before giving him the nod of approval. The guard stepped aside and Jiyong outstretched his hand to help you clear the rest of the stairs.

Once you were inside the booth his hand gravitated to your waist and pulled you in close to his side. His lips finding your ear and you fought not to shiver as hot breath cascaded down your neck.

“What are you wearing?”

“Ugh, I think they call it a dress,” you teased.

He didn’t share in your joke. Instead his eyes wondered to the delicate strip of cloth that showed the tops of your breasts.

“I know that but what are you doing wearing something like this?”

“It’s a club, Ji. I wanted to dress for a night out. Why you don’t like it?”

Your heart was thundering with mixed emotions. On one hand, you felt damn good. It could’ve been the added effect of the liquor or just finally feeling damn good in your skin. The fact that he had you pinned so close to him with the musky scent of his cologne overpowering your senses didn’t hurt either. On the other hand, you could feel your confidence chip away just a tad as he continued to assess the outfit. Finally, his eyes caught yours as he replied, “I don’t think “like” would be an appropriate way to describe it.”

A smile lifted your lips as wiggled out of his tight hold. Tease him, that was the plan.

“Well, I guess I did good then.”

You made your way to the back of the booth where Teddy and what looked like a few of Jiyong’s friends from YG were posted. The minute their eyes caught sight of you they widened; smiles and cheers greeting you as you got closer.

“Damn Y/N I didn’t think it was possible for you to look this good.”

A bubbly laugh escaped you as you greeted them all with a hug.

“Gee thanks assholes.”

You went to stand next to Teddy hyung when you felt an arm slide across your lower back pulling you in the opposite direction. You were grateful for the loud music when a shriek of surprise left you. Only to find yourself back against a very protective Jiyong.

“Stay close,” he yelled towards you.

It took everything in you not to smirk in satisfaction. This was going easier than you thought it would. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted the bottle service the boys started. Jiyong’s favorite tequila sitting front and center. Still pressed against him, you reached your arm out, your chest pressing against his as your fingers laced around the cold glass. Lifting it from the tray he looked at you, a question forming on his lips.

“Do you want to pour it for me?”

Your eyes held the heat of a challenge and when Jiyong’s eyebrows quirked up, you knew you had him. He took the bottle from your hand, his fingers playing delicately over yours.

“Tilt your head back,” he commanded, and you obeyed.

Closing your eyes, you opened your mouth welcoming the liquid inside. If it wasn’t for your stint at the bar earlier, you were sure you would’ve coughed at the taste. The warm liquor slid down your throat and to your core sending out heated signals that danced across every nerve. You found yourself giggling as you open your eyes; your tongue running over your lips as you looked at him.

What you saw staring back at you almost cut it short. Jiyong was looking at you, really looking at you, as if for the first time. His eyes locked on to your lips. A hunger so intense resonating through them that it threatened to turn your legs to jelly. As soon as the DJ turned on a new song you immediately started dancing.

Pulling away from Jiyong just enough to give you space to fight off the effects of the desire he’d ignited inside you. Your hands went up above your head as your hips found a rhythm. The tempo of the music just fast enough that your hips swayed without effort.

You didn’t have to look behind you to know that Jiyong was watching. His watchful gaze left your body feeling hot, making you dance faster to try and shake it off. He wasn’t the only one watching you dance, however. Everyone who usually saw you as the innocent best friend had their eyes on you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

You let your hands fall over your body as the song dipped into a slow bass. One hand playing with the hem of your dress; teasing before letting it go and skimming up and over the fabric. A strong arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your body up against a chest you knew all too well.

The mixed scent of his cologne and cigarette enveloped you as he leaned in again. Hot words whispered into your ear: “Yah Y/N, what are you doing?”

You leaned back until your head was cradled in the hollow of his shoulder. Your movements never slowing as your back side slid across the rough fabric of his jeans.

“Can’t a girl have a little fun?” you purred in response.

It pained you to do it, but you disconnected yourself from his grip. Turning around to see a mixture of that hunger with anger; sending a shiver up your spine. His hand snaked out fast, folding itself against your lower back, and brought you back against him. This time your faces inches apart. Close enough you swore if either of you breathed, your lips would touch.

“Depends on what kind of fun.”

You didn’t have an answer for him. Not when he was this close. When his lips were mere centimeters from your own. You saw the flash of a camera go off and it was just enough to jolt you out of your lust-filled haze. Your eyes came alive with mischief as your lips curled in a smirk. You pushed yourself away from him, eyes still on him as you moved away from him.

“You have to behave, Jiyong. I’m allowed to cut loose every once in a while.”

With those last words hanging between you, you fully turned and headed back towards Teddy hyung. He was more than happy to great you in a hug. One arm staying on your shoulders as you both swayed to the music, hips bumping into each other in an intoxicated mess of rhythm.

Let Jiyong stew in his own juices, you thought.

Tonight was the night you would play hard to get. As you continued to dance and talk to the others, you kept a watchful eye of Jiyong in the corner. He was lighting up cigarette after cigarette. His eyes boring holes into you as he watched every touch you laid on Teddy’s arms. Every time you both leaned in to be heard over the music. Every now and then he’d start dancing to a beat, but never long enough to make him quit staring.

When he went to light up his sixth cigarette you decided to intervene. Your fingers hooking into the cotton of his shirt, as you closed the distance between the two of you with confidence. It was your turn to brush your lips against his ear as you spoke: “Don’t you think you should slow down?”

His eyebrow quirked up in challenge. His words biting as he shot back, “Are you my mother now.”

You felt the words like a slap in the face but refused to retreat. You knew Jiyong was only bitter because you’d abandoned him. So instead of giving in and cowering you shot back with your own demand.

“Shotgun with me.”

Your request earned a look of shock as he tried to see if you were joking. You most definitely weren’t. Without giving you a chance to back down he inhaled sharply on his cigarette; two large hands wrapped around your face as his lips closed in with yours.

You knew this wasn’t the brightest of ideas to do. You were out in the open and already seen plenty of fans taking pictures, but you couldn’t help yourself. And as your fingers tightened in his shirt and his lips neared yours you realized you wouldn’t have stopped it even if you wanted too.

Right when the tips of his lips brushed yours was when he slowly exhaled the smoke. Instinct took over and you inhaled, feeling your lungs burn at the toxic intrusion. When it was over you moved to take a step back, but Jiyong wouldn’t release his hold on you. You looked up at him, perplexed. A question sitting heavy on your tongue when his hand reached out to grab yours abruptly.

He dragged you through the crowded booth and beyond it. You tried to shout a question a couple of times. Each time the booming music in the club drowned it out. It wasn’t until he pushed through a door that indicated the bathrooms did you understand what was going on.

A large part of you thought he was taking you there to bait you. Yell at you and demand to understand what the hell you were doing. You never acted this brazen with him. But that wasn’t what happened at all.

As soon as he slammed the door to the bathroom closed, making sure it was locked, he had your back pressed against it. His mouth finding yours in an instant and your world exploded.

His lips were intoxicating as they possessed yours. It wasn’t sweet, but demanding. His teeth nipped your bottom lip as his fingers from one hand grazed over your scalp. Tightening just enough to send your body into overdrive as the other hand found its way under your dress. Nails grazing along the spot where thigh and ass meet.

His tongue grazed along your bottom lip asking for entrance and you gave it willingly. The minute you opened up Jiyong wasted no time running his tongue along yours. Devouring you as he moved down suddenly, leaving a trial of bites and kisses along your throat and jaw.

“Is this what you wanted, Y/N?”

God, his voice was like liquid sex. Husky and running along your skin like velvet.

You found yourself unable to speak; to conjure up words as a skilled hand moved the short fabric up higher. A finger tracing delicately along the thin cloth of your panties. He gave a slight tug on your hair. The jolt of pain mixed in with your desire and you couldn’t stop the moan from breathlessly escaping your lips.
Jiyong ate it up in an instant. Grinding his body against you enough to feel the growing bulge straining against his pants.

“Did you like acting like a little tease?”

“It was fun watching you squirm for once,” you shot back in a breathless retort.

He stilled against you and for a horrible moment, you thought this would all end. He moved his hand from underneath your dress. His fingers untying themselves from your hair as he took a step back. His eyes locking with yours as you struggled to focus. You opened your mouth to say something, maybe even plead for him to continue, when he beat you to it.

“You liked seeing me squirm? I guess I’ll have to return the favor.”

Using his foot, he kicked your feet open until your legs were wide apart. His hands lifting the remainder of the dress up exposing your panties you’d picked out just for tonight. By the smirk on his face you knew Jiyong approved. You wanted to ask him what he was going to do, but all words ceased when his hand cupped your sex. A finger rubbing against the wetness he’d created sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. Making your mouth gasp open and your back arch. His thumb finding your sensitive bud and circling it.

Jiyong moved his free hand up; fingers gliding delicately over your collarbones as he pulled the straps of your dress down. Exposing your breasts to the cold air making your nipples harden instantly. So many words filtered through your head, but none of them made it to your mouth.

Another moan tore loose from your lips as mouth found your breast. Sucking your nipple in between teeth as a skilled tongue circled around it. His free hand kneading the other before switching. Your legs felt close to buckling as he moved the hand that had been stroking your sex down into your panties. A finger gliding over the slick wet folds sending your mind into a frenzy.

Your fingers clawed into his shoulders trying to find support. Your breathing halting for a nano second as he slid two fingers inside you. His teeth biting down gently on your nipple at the same time, causing your hips to jerk into him. A silent, “fuck,” filled the space between you and you weren’t sure if it had been you or him. At this moment you honestly didn’t care.

His skilled hands worked you over. His fingers curving just right, finding that sensitive spot inside you. Your fingers were digging into his shoulders as your legs began to shake. You were so close already: and just like that it stopped.
When his hands and mouth left your body you couldn’t stop the whine of displeasure that left you. The smug smirk on his face making you want to hit him if you could just feel your legs. You opened your mouth to speak but he quickly laid his back down on top of yours. His kisses hungrily eating every breath you tried to take until you felt dizzy.

Placing strong hands on your hips he pulled your forward and towards the sink. Giving you a second to grab a hold of the white porcelain before the sound of cloth tearing jolted you back to the present. You watched through the mirror as he pocketed your panties, smirking at your reflection.

“You won’t be needing those back.”

“How considerate,” you sighed.

You watched as he started to unbuckle his belt, realizing too late that you didn’t have any condoms. They were in your purse back at the table. You were about to voice the bad news when you watched Jiyong take out his wallet and producing a foil package. Noticing you were looking he simply said, “I’m always prepared.”

“Thank god.”

He chuckled as he ran a hand over your back side before giving it a slap. A yelp of surprise left you and immediately he appeared worried.

“Was that okay?”

All you could do was shake your head yes because, hot damn, you couldn’t describe how that felt. All you knew was that you liked it.

“Good.”

Jiyong wasted no time ripping open the foil packet with his teeth, tossing the paper, and rolling the condom on. When you felt him at your entrance, his hands on your hips, you felt your body tense. This was it. There was no going back and even if the option was there, you wouldn’t take it.

When he pushed inside you a moan instantly tore between your lips. Your sex stretching to accommodate his length. He waited a few seconds before he pulled out and pushed back in. His grip on your hips tightening until you knew there would be bruises tomorrow. His pace began to pick up speed; his body claiming yours without mercy.  

One hand let go of your hip and slid up until it was wrapped around your throat, lifting you up and back against his chest. Turning your head until you faced him so his lips could claim yours. His pace never slacking until your legs were shaking and your orgasm was building.

“Are you close?” he breathed against your lips.

You couldn’t answer him. You could only give a shaky nod of your head. He drove inside you faster; a hand reaching out to grab you under your knee to place it up against the sink. The angle intensifying his thrusts until the last one left you screaming his name. Your orgasm crashing against you as your body struggled to keep you up against the sink. A few moments later, Jiyong followed. His pace slowing until it all together stopped. His head resting against your back as he struggled to catch a breath.

After you both felt like it was possible to stand without falling over, you righted yourself. Starting the awkward process of cleaning yourselves up.

“That was awesome, but next time, let’s try for a bed,” you stated.

Jiyong sent you a smirk. He took a second to fix his hair in the mirror before he turned around to give you a chaste peck on the lips.

“That can definitely be arranged.”
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I hope that you guys enjoyed this. I was up in the air about posting it but, what the hell right? -J

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Stranger Things Season One

dnlhrn  asked:

2 8 17

⭐️ 2. Who’s the oldest character of yours, defunct or not?

Oh geeze, i think my earliest OCs were literally just called ‘Things’, i think i talked about them in an earlier post
I think if you were to fast forward just a little bit from that, one of my earliest characters was an alien boar/snake that had the same transformation abilities from the Animorphs series (something i was obsessed with as a kiddo)
Their name was apparently Parsen, i drew entire comic about them but i cant find it anymore, just some little doodles of them

💖 8. Is there a character that embodies your good traits, or traits you wish you had?

what i’d give to be a giant body positive and jolly maggot monster

(( 17′s been answered! <3))

Inktober day 31!!!! YAAAAY!!! Finished this one while passing out candy last night! Even little monsters want to go Trick or Treating!!

As a little side note: I can’t believe I managed to do all of Inktober. This was my third year trying, and the only time that I not only stuck with it past week one, but did something every single day! I never do personal art anymore, and while a lot of these were quick exercises, it all really reminded me of what I want from my art and what I can accomplish if I commit. THANKS EVERYONE!!

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«Of Hexes and Curses» - Character Cast (Races)

[From Left to Right/ Up to Down]

-Landwellers (Humans, Yablins, Gigars, Eyedolls, Birkiryes)

-Aquadwellers (Frog-Snakians, Fruugs, LobDov, TreKrab, Whaldian)

-Belowdwellers ~ Monsters/Fiends/Lunch Bullies (NoseChomper, SpiderMuggy, MoalCoal)

-The Jolly Dead (Header N’ Catcher, Dinocap, Jawful Awful, FrightFellow)

-Outer Ones (Rakkumus, Woodoomus, Visymus, Musfumanus)

And that’s the last of em’. Gotta say my naming skill has been improving since for once I can remember most of these names.