#i should probably tag as suggestive

[bluishtones]

ok, i'll admit, this one got a little self indulgent... jontim crumbs

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

[lost-in-fandoms]

Thought i would be done but...yeah didn't happen. Part one here.

Living with Max is easy.

He doesn't whine when Daniel is taking care of his leg, he doesn't mind sleeping on some blankets on the floor, next to the fireplace, he offers to help around, and best of all he doesn't ask questions.

Well, not exactly. He asks so many questions. Once he gets over his initial bout of shyness and quiet, he asks questions about Daniel's vegetables, about his horse, about the woods, about the traps, about the animals. He offers his own opinions too, telling Daniel he's growing peas in too much shade and that he's cooking his meat for too long. And, much to Daniel's annoyance, he is often right too.

But he doesn't ask questions about Daniel. He doesn't know if it is because Max doesn't care or because he doesn't want to be asked questions back, but he appreciates being spared the trouble of telling him to mind his own business.

They also work surprisingly well together. Max is older than he initially seemed, dirt, hunger and exhaustion making him look younger, and he seems to know a little bit of everything. Even if he doesn't ask, Daniel is a little curious about what path in life brought him to have such a wide mix of knowledge. He seems to know how to move around the woods without scaring the prey, how to skin and cook animals, how to take care of the vegetables (better than Daniel), how to keep himself and the house clean.

It's nice to have a second pair of hands around, even if the pair of hands should sit down more often to let their leg heal. Not that Max ever listened to that.

And he's funny. Daniel hadn't realised how much he missed just sitting around the table after dinner, talking and laughing with someone else. How good it was to wake up and find the fire already stoked and the water pitch already filled. To have someone to say good morning to who would say it back.

Daniel hadn't been thinking of himself as lonely before, he was content with his choice of life, but he can admit that he likes this. He is glad Max decided to stay and he's glad Max seems to be having a good time too, at least from what Daniel could tell.

This is why, when about three weeks after Max's arrival he wakes up in the middle of the night to the sounds of him moving around the house, his first thought isn't Max is leaving, but something is wrong.

"Are you okay?" he asks, voice scratchy with sleep and way too loud in the quiet of the night.

He watches Max flinch, dropping something, before turning around to face Daniel.

"Go back to sleep," he whispers, too shaky to be a good order. There's something different in his voice, and it only takes Daniel's tired brain a few moments to realise that he had heard those notes before, in the woods about three weeks ago. Fear.

Daniel sits up, eyes finally adjusting to the silver darkness of the room, moonlight streaming through the open windows.

"What's wrong?" he asks again, voice lower, matching Max's whisper.

He listens to the sounds coming from outside, thinking that maybe the men Max was running from have come back, but he can't hear anything unusual in the late summer night.

Max is grabbing what he dropped on the floor, stuffing it into a bag that he must have taken from Daniel's things, but the moment, Daniel doesn't even care about the fact that he's very obviously stealing from him.

"Max, what is happening?" He's getting frustrated now, hates not knowing what is going on, worry and irritation growing together.

He stands up, taking a couple of steps towards Max, wanting to see him better, but he stops when Max flinches back.

"I need to leave," he finally says, voice raspy. It's not an explanation, and Daniel suddenly regrets never asking any questions.

"Why? Where?"

He doesn't want Max to leave. The knowledge of that settles like armor on his chest, safe but heavy. Living with Max isn't just easy, it's good. He doesn't want to go back to an empty house, not after the past weeks have been so nice.

"I...I need..." Max shudders, as if in pain, and Daniel's legs ache with the need of walking closer.

"Did something happen?" Did I do something wrong?

Max shakes his head, jerky and sharp. When he exhales, Daniel can hear him bite back a whine.

He doesn't want to scare Max, but he is confused, and he is worried, and he is not going to let him go without an explanation.

He steps between Max and the door.

"You owe me an explanation," he says, hating the way it makes Max stiffen, unwilling to take it back anyway.

"I don't owe you..." Max snaps, before interrupting himself with half a growl. "You haven't told me anything either!"

"That's different. I'm not running away in the middle of the night."

Max takes a step forward, back tense, and Daniel instinctively braces himself, eyes flying towards the table, where his knife always is, but Max doesn't attack him.

He shivers again, hands clenching around the bag and then letting it fall on the ground with a thump, shoulders slumping as all the fight seems to leave him.

"Please, Daniel, I need to leave. It's...it's not safe."

Max looks up, finally meeting Daniel's eyes, and he's suddenly reminded of what the man had said, so many days ago.

He's dangerous. Cursed.

Max's eyes look weird, blue brighter than ever, almost glowing in the moonlight. His face is twisted in pain and there's the glimmer of sweat gathering at his hairline. None of that would worry Daniel, but there's something...different in him. Something other.

Cursed.

The room seems too bright now. The moon is almost full tonight.

Cursed.

Max had said he hadn't killed anyone, but if this is what Daniel is thinking of...

Max closes his eyes, whole body shivering again, his edges almost blurring with it. Or maybe it's not just a trick of the light. Daniel doesn't know what to think anymore.

He doesn't want Max to go. He doesn't want this to happen.

He steps away from the door.

For a moment, they both stand still, looking at each other.

For a moment, Daniel hopes he'll wake up and it will be morning, and Max will be coming in with the last tomatoes from the garden.

Then Max whines, something low and pained, something animal, and bolts.

Daniel doesn't stop him.

He watches as his shadow changes even before he's fully reached the trees.

Then he sits on the doorstep and waits for the sunrise.

[dreaded-jabot]

Catworth....

nyah! 😼😼😼

[ouidamforeman]

Listen,,,,,,,,,,,,let's ignore the fact that I said I was starting inktober earlier today and come do Ineffable Kinktober with me instead because let's be so real right now!!!!! The pen has been pissing me off and I can practice everything I would have been practicing there by drawing gay angel erotica instead

Anyway here's Ineffable Kinktober day 1: Wings

I will probably not be doing all of these, only the ones I like or am inspired by, and the explicit ones will be posted to Ao3, but always with a preview here when possible 🩷 The old men just ended up captivating me more than having to think of something to draw every day lol

[amethystsoda]

first attempt at tamagoyaki! It actually was pretty fun to make the layers!! (though the very last one folded in on itself and had to get chopped off 🥲)

[lyn-ne]

idk. can I count this as anatomy practice?

[solsays]

More anatomy studies :) this one was really fun to shade

[pdqsketch]

Henry's partner was Junji Ito's wormed and it was ✨traumatizing✨ for the both of them :)

[callmehere-iwillappear]

sooooo tomorrow (september 15) marks one year exactly since i started writing cmh SO i decided to do a dtiys to celebrate (that + 200 followers on here)! i have never done one of these before and i have no idea what i'm doing <3

no deadline no rules just go ham (jk there are a FEW rules)

you can draw OR write something for this whichever you prefer

you can totally change up the pose etc

just in case this reaches outside the circle of people who have actually read cmh i should also give context that Leo Is A Ghost

@ me in the post and use the tag #cmhdtiys i wanna see

uhhhhhh yeah that's it. have fun and thanks for sticking with me for a full year. goddamn that's wild

[dmitriyuriev]

[kokoeimikos]

these two are so in love

[vampiricsheep]

once again floating ideas when most of the gang are asleep, but...

if I were to host a dragon minion centric rp event would there be interest? let your branded/mordrem/unchained/etc commiserate and maybe make some friends who Get It?

[existencebringsonlypain]

Trick or treat!

Trick! You're blocked

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Also. For the 2-3 of you who care.

I will drop the complete lore-dump for my OCs featured in my OC tober challenge at the end of the month. With their backstories and setting and relationships and such. Some of it is getting dropped in the challenges (looking at you Hazel).

But I just wanted to tell ya'll this now:

Kate fully tried to kill Hazel, Zachary, and Sam when they first met. Like, no questions asked, she saw the three of them, thought Zachary was a zombie, and started shooting.

Zachary and Hazel are immortal, so they don't really hold it against her. But Sam is salty about it for a WHILE.

[dazzelmethat]

Long time no Bud. Wow the last time I made her a ref was 2018. I experimented some with her pallet. Unsure if I like the profile head but oh well, open mouthed anime inspired profile faces are notoriously hard for a reason.

Sigh. What am I going to do with her.. my writing conundrum workshopping in tags. My tag rant mentions plot related suicide and ableism (in relation to the zombie trope).