#low key cursed

[hannanodaa]

Someone commissioned art of Lan Zhan holding him and Shrek’s baby 🫠

[snowydragon10]

Right. So.

We need to Talk

I don't want any fights; I'm not here with the intention to start up fandom drama; From personal experience with a different fandom I won't elaborate on, that's the Last Thing I want to do

But

We need to address the Hall Monitoring for this Season

I understand from a vantage point that it's sometimes hard to understand the implications of a task and that CC's may interpret them in a slightly different way than intended. It's important to know when they succeed or fail a task, HOWEVER...!

We have to remember that they are also adults, that they're the ones making the entertainment here. We have to remember that the reason they're even doing this is because they want us viewers to have a good time and a good laugh. They're doing this for US

We gotta step back and remember that they are capable and can handle these kinds of situations themselves. It's not just the public stuff that we see uploaded that paints the whole picture here. They also have off camera interactions with each other during these sessions that don't come to light, and we, as the audience, have to TRUST them that they can keep themselves and each other accountable on these things.

They don't need 1K+ people daily on each life video to nitpick and/or clarify what they did differently than intended. They don't need 100+ people to say that they failed the task over and over, drowning the other 100+ comments talking about what their favorite part of the video was or how said video probably made their day. They Don't Need all of this Stress

They Don't Need Us Scrutinizing Every Move They Make In The Series

This series is amazing. The CC's are amazing. Please let's not stress them out with all of the constant nit-picking. They're people too. They have feelings as well. Let's try and remember the boundaries and respect them.

Thank you. If you read through this whole thing, at the least consider it. Also, don't yell or start fights with others doing the same thing, I'd like to keep "Start a Fandom War" uncrossed from my Life Accomplishments List/JK

[dailykugisaki]

Day sixty-three | id in alt

A puppet and a witch.

[bloody-bee-tea]

You're safe with me

When the new patron steps into the bar, he immediately draws all of the attention to himself, including Suguru’s. It’s hard not to, with his height and his mob of shocking white hair, but what stands out most to Suguru are the sunglasses the guy is wearing.

Inside of a bar, at a time that is closer to morning than evening.

Suguru has been in the business for long enough to wince slightly, because this guy is sure to be an asshole and tending to him is not going to be pleasant.

Still, Suguru plasters on a smile when the guy comes up to the bar, because it’s his job and it’s how he makes money. 

“Hello there,” the guy says, and Suguru feels appraised in a way he isn’t quite used to because usually his scowl keeps people away until they are distinctly more drunk and then there’s so much less heat behind it.

“What can I get for you?” Suguru asks, his hands lightly resting on the counter, ready to get the guy whatever he wants, if only to get him out of his face faster.

“Straight to business, I see,” the guy mutters and then gives Suguru what must be his most winning smile. “Here’s the deal,” he then goes on, putting his phone on the bar between them. 

It has to be one of the newest models and therefore probably cost more than anything in Suguru’s bar. He slightly wonders if the phone should even be touching the bar at all, but it doesn’t seem as if the guy cares much, going by the careless way he spins it around.

Suguru fights the urge to lean back when the guy leans closer but going by the small tick of his mouth the guy noticed anyway.

“My name’s Gojo Satoru,” he then says and now Suguru can’t hide his reaction because his eyebrows fly up.

Everyone knows Gojo Satoru; heir to the biggest company in the country and successful model to boot. The last part not quite undeserved, Suguru has to admit, now that he sees him in person and up close.

“Good for you,” Suguru says, just a beat too late, but it still makes Gojo crack a smile, despite Suguru’s rude tone.

“So you know who I am then, that’s good, means you’ll be much more open to my plan,” Gojo says, the same smile on his face, though it gains an edge.

“What plan?” Suguru wants to know because usually, plans that need a bar are the worst ones and he’s not going to mop up this guy’s puke, rich boy or not.

“I am going to get spectacularly drunk,” Gojo declares and slides his phone over to Suguru. “And once I’m passed out, you’re going to call someone, anyone, from my contacts list to come and pick me up.”

Suguru eyes the phone.

“That’s password protected,” he flatly gives back and Gojo cackles.

“It’s also fingerprint protected so just stick my thumb on it and it’ll unlock, no problem.”

Suguru narrows his eyes at Gojo.

“I fail to see how me knowing who you are is going to help with this brainless plan.”

“Ah, but see, that’s the beauty in it! It is a brainless plan; stupid and reckless and depending on who you call maybe even dangerous but it’s entirely up to you. You know who I am, so you get to pick who gets me. You get to decide who gets their hands on a defenceless Gojo Satoru. Surely there must be something you hate about me, maybe my family’s company fucked you or a loved one over. I hear that happens to a lot of people in this town, so this is the perfect opportunity to get revenge. Or just fuck with me, whatever you want.”

Suguru can do nothing but stare at him, because this guy is certifiably insane, he has to be. There is no other explanation for why he would do something so incredibly reckless, something so stupid and smile while saying it.

“You’re insane,” Suguru finally gets out and Gojo’s smile turns a little bit wider. 

Suguru refuses to read anything in it that isn’t there, because surely the tension in the corner of his mouth, the way his eyes don’t quite crinkle correctly with it is all his imagination.

“Maybe,” Gojo agrees. “Possibly. Doesn’t matter though. You in?”

He uses one of his insanely long fingers to push the phone closer to Suguru.

And really, what is he going to do about this? This guy came into his bar, a plan clearly in mind and he’s definitely old enough to drink and he’ll probably be a good-paying customer.

There is no reason for Suguru to say no.

“If you puke, I’ll keep you here until you cleaned up behind yourself,” Suguru decides and pockets the phone before Gojo can push it off the counter. 

“Deal,” Gojo immediately declares and claps his hands together. “Wonderful,” he adds in a whisper, and again Suguru refuses to read anything into that even though the way Gojo’s face falls for a second makes him feel a little bit sick. No one should look that empty.

“What’s your poison then?” Suguru wants to know, ready to keep a steady supply going, if only that will make Gojo get drunk faster. 

“Something sweet?” Gojo asks with a tilt of his head and Suguru has seen enough people in his bar to know that he has no goddamn clue what the options even are.

“You–do drink, right?” Suguru wants to know, weariness creeping in and he wonders why today of all days he decided to cover a shift.

He’d really rather be anywhere else than here at the moment and in all honesty it would have been hilarious if Nanako would have had to deal with this guy.

“Sure,” Gojo says with a confidence that tells Suguru that he most definitely does not and so he simply sighs.

“Fine, something sweet then,” he mutters and gets to mixing. 

He doesn’t enjoy making cocktails but he sure as hell can and so soon enough a red, sparkly concoction sits in front of Gojo.

“It’s so pretty,” Gojo breathes out, as if he has never seen a sparkly drink in his life before and Suguru rolls his eyes.

“Thanks, I guess,” he says and for a moment he doesn’t understand when Gojo’s eyes snap up to his as a light blush dusts his cheeks. 

“The drink,” Gojo almost yells out, correcting a mistake that wasn’t even made in the first place and Suguru can’t help it, he simply has to laugh.

“Sure thing, pretty boy,” he says with a wink when he stopped laughing, only making Gojo splutter more and as if to hide his embarrassment he takes the drink and downs it in one go.

Suguru raises an eyebrow at that.

“Did you even taste any of that?” he then wants to know and Gojo glares at him.

“Shut up,” he hisses and Suguru notes with alarm that there’s already a slur to his words.

Surely this guy is not that much of a lightweight, right?

Gojo continues to glare at him even as he ruffles through his pockets for some money, though his eyes get hooded, Suguru can see that even behind the sunglasses he is still wearing, and not even two minutes later his head drops down to the bar, some crumpled bills in his hand.

“You cannot be serious,” Suguru mutters out, staring in complete disbelief at Gojo. “Hey,” he tries, poking the mop of white hair with a finger, but he only gets a groan in response.

It seems as if he’s out for the count, after one measly cocktail.

“What the fuck,” Suguru sighs, and rubs a hand over his face. “Fine then. Be like that.”

He carefully extracts the money from Gojo’s hand—it’s way too much, and he has half a mind keeping it all, just for the hell of it but of course he doesn’t—and slips the change into Gojo’s pocket before he reaches for the phone.

One press of Gojo’s thumb unlocks it, just like he said it would and Suguru is free to scroll through his contacts, deciding on who to call.

It’s not going to be an easy decision, that much Suguru can already tell by the first few and his stomach drops with every new contact name he sees. Wants money, Wants favours, Already blackmailed me the words read and Suguru tries to will his hand to stop shaking when his eyes fall on Sent the assassin and switches off the screen when he reads Bad touch.

He shakes with anger, for Gojo, for what he clearly has to go through all day, every day and Suguru can barely bring himself to switch the phone back on to check if there is even one normal name in there.

But Gojo is still soundly asleep on his bar, and really, what other choice does Suguru have? He unlocks the phone with Gojo’s thumb again and scrolls through his contacts once more, going faster than before, so he can barely read the warnings Gojo set for himself.

He stumbles over a promising one—Nanami-still mad—before he finally finds a normal one. Utahime. That surely must mean she’s safe, right?

Suguru hopes she is, at least, because he already pressed the call button.

“The hell do you want?” Utahime greets and it gives Suguru pause, wondering if he made the wrong decision, when her tone suddenly changes. “Satoru? You there? You okay?”

It sounds almost as if she’s worried and that’s good enough for Suguru at the moment.

“Geto Suguru here,” he says. “Gojo is passed out in my bar at the moment.”

There’s a beat of silence on the other end.

“Fuck,” Utahime then sighs out and Suguru silently agrees with her. “He got drunk?”

“If he can get drunk off one cocktail, then yes,” Suguru gives back and Utahime huffs out a laugh. “He told me to call someone to pick him up, gave me his phone and everything, but—”

“Oh, Satoru,” Utahime whispers out, making Suguru wonder just how long they have been friends.

Clearly she’s not too surprised by his behaviour.

“Can you come pick him up?” Suguru asks, wondering how much longer Gojo can stay in that position until his back starts to hurt but he knows he has his answer when a telling silence comes from the other end of the phone. “You can’t.”

“I’m not in the country at the moment. What about Nanami?” Utahime asks and Suguru shakes his head.

“His contact says he’s still mad,” he tells her.

“Damn, that means Haibara’s out, too,” Utahime mutters and even though Suguru doesn’t know her, he can just imagine how she’s pinching the bridge of her nose. “You could—I mean. You can always put him in the back of a cab.”

“And send him where?” Suguru incredulously asks. “With how his contacts are named, you think I want to put him into the hands of a complete stranger?”

“Well—I mean, he did put himself into the hands of a complete stranger,” Utahime tells him none too gently and Suguru has to admit that she’s right.

It’s still different, though, because Gojo made that decision for himself. Now it’s on Suguru to make a decision and he doesn’t want to get Gojo hurt. Something Gojo himself clearly is not too concerned with, if his actions are anything to go by, but Suguru can’t get that one look out of his mind.

“I’ll keep him here,” he decides on a whim and wonders if he’ll manage to get Gojo up the stairs to his apartment.

“Huh?” Utahime very eloquently asks and Suguru takes a breath.

“This is my bar and I live upstairs. I can keep him here until he’s sober tomorrow. Then we don’t have to worry about anything.”

“That’s—awfully nice of you,” she says and Suguru can hear the suspicion in her voice. “What do you want in return?”

“To know that he didn’t get fucked up on his way home?” Suguru shoots back. “Listen, he’s—” Suguru doesn’t even know how to finish his sentence because he doesn’t know Gojo besides the handful of sentences they exchanged, but that one look; he had seemed so resigned, so empty that it makes Suguru ache even just remembering it.

“He’ll stay here,” Suguru says instead of trying to find words for something that probably can’t even be said out loud and he holds his breath for Utahime’s answer.

“Fine. I have his location pinged, if he ends up hurt or vanishes or anything like that, I know where you are, just saying.”

“Noted,” Suguru gives back, secretly glad that Gojo does at least have one friend and Utahime hangs up on him without saying goodbye.

“Rude,” Suguru mutters as he pockets the phone again and surveys the bar.

There’s no one in it anymore besides the two of them and it’s close enough to closing time anyway that Suguru doesn’t feel bad about flipping the sign at the door to Closed. He cleans up what he can with Gojo still slumped over half of the bar and then he gets ready to lug his unwanted guest up the stairs.

Suguru is no slouch, he does work out regularly and carrying around all the bottles in the bar is kind of a work-out itself but still; Gojo is all long limbs, flopping around without a care in the world and Suguru almost falls twice dragging him up the stairs.

They do make it in the end, but only barely so, and Suguru is a lot less careful when he dumps Gojo on the couch.

“What the hellhell are you so heavy for?” Suguru pants out, dragging a hand over his face and he decides that this is it.

He’ll throw a blanket over Gojo, get him a glass of water and then he’ll go to bed himself. Let him fend for his own for a while. He does exactly that—though he also gets Gojo situated more comfortably and gets him a bucket in case he does have to throw up—and by the time Suguru falls into bed himself he wonders just what the hell he got himself into with this.

Well, he’ll probably find out in the morning.

~*~*~

Suguru is in the process of frying bacon when he hears a low groan from the living-room. He moves the pan to the side, before he goes to see his unwilling guest. Gojo’s hair is rumpled, sticking up in every which direction and Suguru’s fingers twitch with the urge to smooth it back out. Gojo is blearily blinking at his surroundings, clearly trying to piece together what happened and where he is, and Suguru can see the rising tension in his shoulders when everything is unfamiliar.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Suguru greets him, even though it’s long past morning and he doesn’t mention the way Gojo startles as his head flies around to him.

Gojo’s mouth drops open when he recognises him and then his face goes petulant.

“I did not throw up,” is the first thing he says, his voice  still scratchy from sleep and it’s surprising enough that it startles Suguru into a laugh.

“No, you did not. Still decided to keep you here,” Suguru gives back with a shrug. “Didn’t like your contacts much, to be honest.”

“What?” Gojo breathes out, his eyes falling to his phone. “But—you could have—”

“Yeah,” Suguru agrees, because he could have. “But I didn’t. So. You take your breakfast with coffee?” he asks, almost desperate to get that look of surprise off Gojo’s face.

“I take my breakfast with a name,” Gojo shoots back and Suguru has to give it to him, for all that he gets drunk awfully fast, he doesn’t seem to suffer much for it, if his wit is anything to go by. Or maybe that’s just wired into his very being.

“Geto Suguru.”

“Suguru,” Gojo mutters and then smiles brightly at him. “I’m Satoru.”

It’s overly familiar, Suguru thinks, but then again—Satoru did just sleep on his couch and Suguru did just offer him breakfast.

Maybe it’s just familiar enough.

“Coffee?” Suguru comes back to his original question and Satoru’s face really is enough to give him his answer.

“Only if there’s syrup and sugar and a lot of milk,” Satoru gives back as he gets up, pocketing his phone.

“You have a new contact, by the way,” Suguru says, trying for nonchalant as he turns back around to the kitchen. “It says Safe.”

Suguru doesn’t try to think too much about why he did that in the first place; he doesn’t know Satoru, has nothing to do with him and there is certainly no obligation to care for him and yet—the thought of letting Satoru leave, letting him go back into a world where the only safe option for an emergency pick-up might be out of the country sits wrong with Suguru.

Satoru is very quiet behind him and it stays like that for long enough that Suguru turns to look over his shoulder. Satoru is staring at his phone, his face slack with the same surprise as before and Suguru’s heart squeezes when he sees Satoru’s lips shake.

“That’s a joke, right?” Satoru asks, clearly pushing it all away and giving Suguru a smile that tries to convey that he looked right through him.

Even though there’s nothing to look through.

“Try it,” Suguru simply gives back and does not startle when his phone starts ringing not even a moment later.

“You’re serious,” Satoru breathes out behind him and again, there is that itch in Suguru’s fingers to reach out for him, soothe him in any way he can.

Suguru wonders if there’s something wrong with him.

“Of course I am. If you insist on doing stupid stuff,” he says with a shrug and this time he does startle when Satoru steps close to him, presses against his back as if he had done it a thousand times already.

“What if I call you in the middle of the night?” Satoru wants to know and Suguru lets out a measured breath.

“Then I’ll see if I can find someone who takes over the bar for however long it takes me to get you,” he gives back, doesn’t think too hard about the promises he is making right now but just the thought of not doing it makes him feel vaguely sick.

“What if I pester you all day long just for the heck of it?” Satoru asks next and Suguru lets out a snort at that.

“I’m kind of expecting that, though in the dreadful kind of way,” he explains and laughs even more when Satoru pokes him in the side.

“And what if I only come to your bar to make stupid decisions?” Satoru wonders and Suguru sighs.

“It’s your back that’s going to get ruined on the couch,” he easily gives back and Satoru hums.

“Mh, maybe I’ll send you a new couch then,” Satoru says and Suguru groans.

“Please don’t.”

It’s—strange, how domestic it all feels, how right and familiar, as if Satoru has always been there, right at his back when Suguru makes breakfast, but Suguru refuses to think any more on that. He doesn’t know if Satoru feels it in the same way he does, isn’t even sure if he wants to, and he certainly doesn’t know how to explain it should Satoru not.

“How else am I going to say thank you?” Satoru asks, his head now on Suguru’s shoulder as if it belongs there and who knows. Maybe it does.

Suguru doesn’t know anymore.

“Maybe by not getting drunk anymore and putting yourself at risk?”

“But will I get to see you again if I don’t?” Satoru asks, the hint of a grin on his face and Suguru loses the fight with his hand, because he reaches out to ruffle Satoru’s hair.

It’s just as soft as he imagined it to be.

“You have my number, idiot, you know where I work and you know where I live now. Hard to not get to see me again, don’t you think?”

“Mh, true,” Satoru hums out and then looks down at what Suguru is making. “Breakfast, just for lil old me?”

“More for me, but you can have what I can’t eat,” Suguru shoots back, as if he always bickered with Satoru like this, as if this is simply his normal state of being and for now Suguru decides to just go with the flow.

Satoru is warm against him, he seems to be an alright guy—fucked up life excluded—and Shoko does tell Suguru that he needs to get out of his comfort zone more.

This is very much still in his comfort zone, despite everything, but he guesses Shoko will appreciate the thought, if nothing else.

“Thank you,” Satoru mutters after a moment, barely audible over the bacon sizzling in the pan and Suguru knows that this is not about breakfast.

“Always,” he gives back and he’s surprised to find that he truly means it.

“I’m going to shamelessly abuse this, just so you know,” Satoru tells him, as he pulls away, spilling himself into one of the kitchen chairs and grinning at Suguru.

“Oh, I expect nothing less,” Suguru sighs out, already dreading what he got himself into and yet feeling more at home with Satoru right there than he ever has.

He wonders just how far Satoru can push it before he changes his mind about that, but Suguru guesses he’s going to find out soon enough, if Satoru’s bright smile is anything to go by.

(Satoru can push and push and push and it never gets too much for Suguru. He has to admit that a few weeks later when Satoru invites himself to live with Suguru and Suguru starts to fantasise about rings on their hands. It doesn’t stay a fantasy for long.)

[utilitycaster]

Crimson Mirror wild hopes:

GM: I truly can't decide if they're likely or unlikely to stick Taliesin in the GM chair, because I would like to see it, but actually I would like to see Rowan Hall (mentioned she ran games, and look at how Spenser did) or Gabe Hicks (Shriek Week, while tonally very different, was very fun, and I know he has the game designer skills to do something really interesting). I'd also like to see Ivan Van Norman at some point!

Players: Of the main cast, I would like Matt to have a chance as a player, and again, I do not know the situation with Taliesin but he should get a chance to play at some point. Beyond that:

Someone else mentioned Omar Najam, which feels likely given that he was on a one-shot recently and that's often how CR soft-launches

Mica Burton come back please

Sumalee Montano also come back please

actually while we're doing C2 guests, Khary Payton also come back please especially if Matt's in it so that you can kill his character in a serious miniseries again

Erika Ishii and Phil Lamarr are now the only members of the Crystal Palace one shot that started it all that haven't appeared and I'd love to see either or both of them

I desperately want to see Zac Oyama on something from CR but Siobhan Thompson's real-world archaeology knowledge would be extremely fun in Candela Obscura specifically

(In future circles I'd love to see Aabria as a player and Liam as a GM but I suspect they'll give them a bit of distance and not air the same players back to back)

[grottylittlefox]

Ok but an AU where Sebastian & Ominis are in Slytherin with their soft & anxious counterparts Albus & Scorpius

[old-world-bird]

New Year - new piece with our beloved cursed man. This time in those days he wasn’t yet cursed - although the shadows might think otherwise. Oh, and his little brother was still alive, and his pretentious candelabras were not bat-shaped. Those were the days-

Thank you @thecheshiredragon​ once again for commissioning this piece!

Some details below the cut, as always.

[alienscumbag]

Wanted to draw an Izutsumi

[dramatisperscnae]

@cxpedcrusxder stop looking at me like that. i can't focus. //for arthur?

[Yearning prompts || accepting]

"Like what?" Arthur's leaning against the edge of the cave's pool, floating idly in the water as he watches Bruce work. Sure he could swim in the manor's pool if he wanted to, but Arthur hates swimming pools. The treated water aside, not a single one of them is wide or deep enough for him. This natural one in the cave isn't really that big, either, but it at least has a current running through it and doesn't feel like he's stuck in an aquarium.

As to the way he's looking at Bruce, oh he's well aware of that. It's hard not to, though, especially when the man is running through training drills or working on a vehicle or, well, anything that involves physical motion. Watching Bruce move is always a treat. Watching him without the armored suit in the way is even better. "Is it really my fault if I like watching you work?"

[iliadeleart]

Tarot card wip! The King of pentacles for a Curse of Strahd vampire Lord that might or might not become a very generous ally if it so benefits them. Fav detail is that they have a coin where their missing eyes should be, like half of his payment to Charon is already paid!! Pelican there as as symbol of sacrifice!! SYMBOLISM

[hangmanssunnies]

Maybe 8 and 14?🥺👉🏻👈🏻

8. mumbling unintelligibly into the embrace & 14. cuddles after being touch-starved

Hangman could only remember three things while Marlee drove him home from the bar. She peeled them off the ground and bet Coyote a whole piece of chocolate fudge that he couldn't get in the car by himself. Hangman only giggled a little bit when Coyote jumped up so fast he nearly fell face-first into Marlee's lap through her open window to kiss her. Coyote would have kept trying to kiss his wife, too, if Jake hadn't helped pull him from half hanging out of the car. Then, Marlee made Javy sit in the back so he wouldn't get handsy with Seresin in the vehicle. A statement that made Hangman roar with laughter, and he almost forgot his list. Loosening his watch band a notch, Jake repeats his list.

Lock the doors.

Three doors, six locks. The front: one deadbolt that turns to the left, but a handle walk that locks to the right. Hangman shakes the reminder he needs to switch the locks to match away from his head. He knows if he doesn't finish the list, he will lose it in the wild and random whims of his brain. The garage door had a handle lock that locked to the left and a chain that slides into place but has to be pushed down to notch into place. Then finally, the back door, it was easy a deadbolt that locked towards the right and a bar behind the door.

2. Drink one bottle; take a bottle.

His tired and true hangover prevention method. When Hangman layered in water and then did a DOTO routine, he would wake up feeling better than ever. A hack that had gifted him the last six years hangover free. (Paired with generally drinking less) The nights he would remember to take his lemon mint-infused water, Jake would sometimes wake up the next morning and actually run an extra mile. There was something about the high a good night out and social interaction would fill his battery to 100%. It was an easy high to chase, one Seresin would often find himself chasing before he understood how to balance out. Too many nights of people, fun, and drinks were bad for his health; On the flip staying at home and not doing anything but reading the Stormlight Archives and work burned Jake out too. With age, Jake had gotten better at finding and living in the middle ground, doing his best to moderate the highs and lows. Nowadays, it was easier than ever, hardly more than the occasional consideration because Jake had you. And you had changed everything for him.

3. do NOT kiss Sugar goodnight.

Jake repeated that one six times more than the others. He was the most worried about forgetting it. It was his personal mantra for the night. Jake had even accidentally blurted it out to Javy and Marlee instead of actually saying goodnight. Coyote removed his lips from Marlee's neck and stared at Jake for 30 straight seconds before doubling over with laughter, disappearing in the back seat once more out of eyesight. Marlee had smiled wolfishly before wishing him "good luck with his sugar." Jake didn't know why he could possibly need good luck to complete his list.

The first two tasks were simple. Once Jake was in the dim light of the house, he locked the doors in left, right, left, slide, down, notch, right, kick. Then Jake got his water and made it all the way up the stairs. Unfortunately, the stairs are where his plan falls apart. Jake wryly thinks it seems that they often are for him. Maybe he should be more conscious of the puzzle curses he lets in his home.

You left your door open, and he could see you half awake, half asleep. You have something playing, and Jake is drawn to your doorway. All you have to give him is a half smile and a wave. It's always easy for you to activate the homing signal in his chest, then pull on the magnet there right to your side. Right where Jake knows he belongs.

'Do NOT kiss her goodnight,' Jake reminds himself again. However, his mouth does sometimes seem to have a mind of its own. His lips graze your pulse point of the hand you stretched out for him. Just that small touch is enough to set him on fire. If he ever allows himself more, Jake isn't confident he would be able to stop himself from not trying to fuse himself to you. He was content to be some barnacle to your life. Jake somehow finds the strength to pull away, but then you shock him by pulling him close.

There is no option but to melt into your embrace as you hold him. You are half-mumbling questions about how his night went. None of them really make sense, but Jake doesn't mind. The longer he is there, the more Jake's own eyes start to drift closed. Before he is too consumed, Jake nudges you into a more comfortable position.

He runs through his list again, checking them off in his head. Then he gets to the last one, and half whispers it to himself.

"Kiss goodnight," Jake says, nodding his head slowly.

Then he hears you hum in acknowledgment. You tilt your face from where you've pressed it into his shoulder, and Jake does the same to get a better look at you. Your lips brush his, once, then twice. It's a movement that's more sleep thanconscious. It's not even a thought to follow your mouth for one more small lingering touch.

Jake doesn't process what's happened until he is already past the precipice of sleep. And at that point, he can't tell if it was a dream. Or if that third item on his to-do list really was to get some sugar from his sugar.

[heloflor]

Heard today was a national holiday and wanted to participate this time around.

(Footage link)

[slaygentford]

Do you think the portrait in the coffin room is of Gabriellle? Do you think Lestat loves Louis because he reminds him of his mother?

AND ALL HER LIFE CAME TO HER DEFENSE, the years and years of suffering and loneliness, the waste in those damp hollow chambers to which she’d been condemned,

AND THE BOOKS WHICH HAD BEEN HER SOLACE,

and the children who had DEVOURED HER AND ABANDONED HER,

and the pain and disease, her final enemy,

which had in promising release PRETENDED TO BE. HER FRIEND.

[dailykugisaki]

Day 130 | id in alt

I have no idea how Fushiguro dosent stumble over himself and so I made him do it.

Also Kugisaki I saw her run fast as hell girl was basically skipping.

[fyodorkitkat]

Dear new accounts mass liking my posts from completely blank blogs and with default pfps:

Please reblog things. It is the only way things get shared here (there isn't a real algorithm). It is good and encouraged (it is not the same as reposting since when you click the reblog button it keeps the creators original post and link to their blog in what you are sharing)

I suck at explaining things but reblogging is vital to the tumblr ecosystem especially for artists and writers. You don't need to carefully curate your blog or keep to some theme. If you want to do that you can create sideblogs too to reblog certain themed posts. If you like something enough to hit "like" then you should totally reblog it! People will eventually be following you and probably would like to see that post too!

Also people block and report blank blogs especially ones that have the default pfp and header because we have a bot problem and this looks like bot behavior (especially with a blank blog!) So you should update those things too asap so you don't get mistaken for a bot 🙏💜

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

I am rewatching Dead Friend Forever and taking actual notes to try to form a theory. I think I might be officially hyperfixating.

I am only 11 minutes in the first episode and my list as already 26 notes.