[ID: A Digital Illustration Of Dorian Storm From Critical Role. He Is Standing With His Arms Slightly

Windswept 🍃

When I tell you I snorted!

(crawls on all fours with blood drenched on me) I have to do arts and crafts

Applying for jobs is a hell designed specifically to torment autistic people. Here is a well-paying task which you know in your heart and soul if they just gave you a desk and left you alone and allowed you to do it you would sit there and be more focused and enthusiastic and excellent at it than anyone else in the building. However, before they allow you to perform the task, you must pass through 3-4 opaque social crucibles where you must wear uncomfortable clothes and make eye contact while everyone expects you to lie, but not too much (no one is ever clear exactly how much lying is expected, “over” honesty is however penalized). You are being judged almost entirely on how well you understand these very specific and unclear rules that no one has explained. None of this has anything to do with your ability to perform the desired task.

imagine you are the director of the magic cia and you betrayed your home country because they denied your grad thesis and you thought everything was chill but then a group of people in bdsm gear burst into the room holding the god that you stole and you now have to babysit them and watch while they ruin the house your family gave them and you are also in a honeypot4honeypot situationship with their resident ginger and you teach him forbidden magics because he has nice eyes and you keep having to ferry them to fight dragons or some shit and they keep fucking inviting you to dinner so you go to dinner and they trap you, the traitor they’re looking for, in a truth spell and instead of asking any damning question they want to know which of them you find the hottest and what your moms name is and then they disappear for like two months and then you’re in disguise at the negotiation which undermines your past decades work and they fucking show up and they find out about your crimes so they paralyze you and drag you to their ship and instead of killing you the ginger kisses you on the forehead and they tell you that you’re family now and then they disappear for a long fucking time so you leave and go chill in the north and then they show up chased by a purple man with horns and a dead member of the fucking cerberus assembly and then they fucking dip and when you come back they take you to a flesh city to fight the purple man but they get really sad when they murder him so they revive him? and also you find evidence that the god that you stole is not a god and is some kind of hyper advanced magic computer maybe and then you just sort of fucking go home? and chill in a garden? every day essek thelyss wakes up.

"Fearne...are you with me?"

"Always."

[ID: A digital illustration of Dorian Storm. He is visible from the chest up, facing three quarters to the right. He is lit behind from the left by a strong rim light. End description.]

A little lighting practice with the blue boi 💙

*holds Molly gently* you better fix my mental state rn

[ID: A digital illustration of Imogen Temult from Critical Role. She stands in front of a cloudy red background, her left hand raised slightly in front of her and looking over to the right with a neutral expression. Her jacket is unbuttoned, showing her white corset under her sheer dress. End description.]

Imogen ❤️

till death do us part