#it’s eating me alive

[oddberryshortcake]

Guys I’ll shut up when we finally learn the reason why Silver has frequent sleeping spells even though he woke up from his curse

[idontreallyknowanymoretobehonest]

Google search: How to stop feeling guilty about everything 100% of the time

[cupids-fiction]

the woes of writing (i just watched a really good show with an insanely charismatic character and I can’t portray their little micro expressions and tiny gestures in words)

[celestialmaison]

my fave brand of tumblr is people making geto or geto+gojo or gojo fanart and imagining a better life for them because i can’t overemphasize this enough: they’ve earned nothing but paradise and sweet dreams and a world where their love is not a curse

[ghettogothgoblin]

im obsessed with the idea of actually being treated right

[ivorydreamersworld]

Last update for the week.

Oops, I’m burning out haha time to crash and maybe I’ll write more next week.

Time for a rest 🫠

[skoulsons]

Every time I think about Ghost, my stomach contracts in inconceivable ways

[glendover]

no matter what you do don’t listen to my mind (now) by paris paloma and think about MDawg, Lieutenant and the Edman situation

[satans-lil-d3mon]

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[tabswrites]

Thanks so much to everyone who has sent me an ask or tagged me in games recently! I am definitely behind but I will get to them soon, I promise! The same thing goes for the lovely writing I have been tagged in—if you see a like from @obviousknife, it’s just me bookmarking from my main!

My mind has been occupied pretty much 24/7 with ToL Ch. 11.

I’m 2.6k in with about a quarter of the chapter left to write. It’s basically one big plot twist, sneaky foreshadowing for Book 2 and the last expositional chapter before the end. I’m going a bit insane trying to keep up with all the little details—I’ve been analyzing each chapter to make sure the major plot twist even makes sense.

In other words, I’m being held hostage by my own writing and I’m not mad about it. See you on the other side, friends.

[luvmoonie]

procrastination really is the biggest fucking bitch like dude i will kill you

[drawerbread]

bury me in an unmarked grave

(aka gideon dealing with rejection aka me thinking about the fact that gideon's ultimate act of love is the ultimate act of betrayal for harrow)

details under cut!

[koiping]

i don’t know how much longer i have left

[wordsofash00tingstar]

i feel like this might be the first time i actually really miss my parents

[rusticfurnace]

// GHOSTSOAP x sailor song! (🔊 ON ) // suggestive imagery ⚠⚠⚠ individual panels:

[mulanism]

lovesick ryomen sukuna is literally infesting my mind and giving me brainworms and i don’t think anyone gets it. how absolutely smitten sukuna would become with you, the puny little human he had originally thought to be unworthy of his gaze, let alone his time and attention.

it's nothing but time, the healer and killer of all things, that makes this cursed man realize just how much his entire world revolves around you. how he'd end humanity itself before he'd allow things to be any other way between you two.

lovesick sukuna who loathes being in proximity to those he deems as insignificant and inferior. he gets awfully irritated breathing the same air as those lowly underlings, and he predictably doesn’t like the touch of anyone else.

but when it comes to you, he has this unbridled desire to always be skin-to-skin, to keep you flush against his massive body and never let go until he absolutely has to. it's troublesome, but the weight of you in his lap keeps him oddly pacified whether he wants to acknowledge his restrained and mellowed demeanor in your presence or not.

lovesick sukuna who doesn’t like when others try to touch him in any way, shape, or form. but he’d let you do anything. you could dig your nails into his skin, tear his heart out, and he’d do absolutely nothing to stop you.

he is completely yours, just as you are completely his.

suggesting that sukuna enjoys your touch earns you nothing but unwarranted ridicule and excessive condemnation from him if you ever mention it; his chest rumbles as he reprimands you for being so foolish—all while he makes no move to stop your hands from brushing those wisps of pink hair away from his line of sight. he doesn't even interfere when your tender lips carefully brush against the tattoo markings littered across his face.

lovesick sukuna who is fully aware of how much he likes to return your touch, too. there was a time when he told himself he was far too busy to wallow in trivial matters of the flesh; but now it has gotten to a point where he can't stop himself from indulging in yours.

you feel so soft, so supple, and warm beneath his calloused fingers. sukuna's hands are big—large enough that a single hand of his almost completely covers the expanse of your tummy. the size difference between you two both humors and fascinates him, so much that he can't stop himself from kneading the plush of your stomach or the soft flesh of your thighs. it was sukuna's nature to barbarously ruin and pulverize everything he got his hands on, but here you were being the only exception.

lovesick sukuna who is never one to hold back in anything he does, yet he finds himself handling you with a little bit of care that he wouldn't dare extend to another soul on this earth. truthfully, he wants to devour you completely, but he understands he could snap you in half if he doesn't remain mindful about the amount of force he's exerting when he's bending and twisting and handling you every which way.

he has his moments where his uninhibited carnality and lust speak for him; when he loses control of himself and lets out out those guttural sounds that he never lets slip through his lips unless he's with you. sounds that are never heard outside of your most intimate moments, like the ones where he can't stop marking you and leaving behind dark, purple love-bites that will last a little while longer than usual.

lovesick sukuna has moments where his senses are clouded with the smell and taste of you as you exhale softly through parted, kiss-swollen lips while you lay dazed beneath him. those moments where he's kissed you for far too long and taken nearly all of the oxygen out of your lungs. vermillion eyes watch as your chest heaves and you puff out those small little breaths, and sukuna thinks it's cute how he can render you that way with little else but a kiss.

lovesick sukuna who thinks you are ignorant. he believes you don't truly realize the power you hold over him. you don't truly comprehend how he would scorch and set ablaze the entire world on your command. all you had to do was say the word, and he'd do anything. it's a bit unsettling to think about how tightly you've got him wrapped around your finger without even knowing it, but there's a part of sukuna that's in no rush to reveal such a vulnerability to you.

sukuna is not one for sweetly saccharine words and sentiments—but if there is one thing that rings true, it’s that his mind is constantly consumed by you—you, you, you.