#to stay warm :o)

[aipurjopa]

UU!Wemmbu is back, everyone cheer (redid my uu!wemm and egg designs :3)

[ikemenomegas]

Winter heart

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Drabble

Sometimes you catch Satoru looking wistfully at Megumi when he thinks no one can see.

Of course, he doesn't mind you watching. You're different, in his mind. If he was forced to explain it he'd just say you were different like Megumi and Shoko and Tsumiki and Suguru were are different.

He'd say it with a sing-song cadence and an imperfect understanding of how fragile most of you are.

You've come to find out that Satoru is really good at lying, like scary good. He'd told lies in school, white lies and untruths for the purpose of mischief. People's misconceptions are easy to manipulate, he'd told you once, under cover of a sea of stars, voice dull. It's not lying if they're the ones making up things that aren't true.

He might tell anyone who asks that he's raising the Fushiguro siblings like one might raise a particularly willful and onerous pet, or as a bargaining chip with the Zen'in.

He never says that in front of the kids themselves, and you've told both Megumi and Tsumiki that there are things they might hear, which people will try and use to hurt them someday.

You can see in Tsumiki's eyes that she understands and she holds you tighter, face pressed into your stomach when she clings, the way only a child twice abandoned knows how to do. You can see in Megumi's that he happily doesn't and you wish that ignorance upon him for ever and ever.

In times like these, with warm breath clouding the air, you understand how Satoru can think the whole world a fool.

Megumi's a small kid, face turned often to the ground. He doesn't see Satoru's bright eyes peaking from behind his sunglasses, so far above Megumi's head, gazing down.

Satoru doesn't like to dwell. At least he doesn't like to be seen weighed down by the weight he carries. You've had long practice and still barely enough to see the cracks, to pick apart the cleverly hidden clasps to his armor when there is no one else around, and still you would have a hard time if asked to explain Gojo Satoru.

But Satoru alone is sometimes a tiny bit easier to explain. In the tinniest moments when he looks down, wistful and fond, at the fuzzy head of a boy barely six years old, you see something like a wish that things could be different, and something like happiness that things aren't.

Tsumiki tugs your sleeve and points up into a tree where a last brave leaf, as red as blood, clings to a branch.

She's at an age where she collects things - rocks, odd pieces of glass, dried flowers, glimmering beetle shells, broken pieces of porcelain with edges that you try and make sure are not too sharp. She's also had the kind of life that makes it difficult for her to ask for things.

She stares when you bend down and motion for her to get up on your back and clambers up slowly, like she doesn't know what to expect. You grasp her elbow where it's wrapped around your neck and hover, four, five, six inches off the ground. You squeeze it in reassurance when she gives a little gasp.

You're high enough now that if she wants the leaf, she can pluck in herself.

She reaches around the side of your head though and just places gentle fingertips on its cold, smooth surface. She pets at it like the tiny bit of fluff on the head of a hamster, rubbing it back and forth between her fingers.

"You could have it, you know?" you say quietly.

Tsumiki leans her cheek on the top of your head, so intentionally casual, like she doesn't want to make a big deal of it. "It won't feel the same," she says.

And you suppose she's right. Some things aren't the same once you grasp hold of them. Some things die.

It's a snapshot in your mind when Tsumiki grabs the fur on the edge of your hood and you gradually lower yourself back down.

She wriggles off of your back, quick as a little fish, and walks ahead of you to catch up with Megumi, hand fisted in the thick ruff of Light Demon Dog's fur.

Satoru's waiting, sunglasses partway down his nose, hands back in his pockets.

When you tilt your head to the side, he doesn't flash a Cheshire white line of teeth through his pink lips. There's something softer there, something warm even on this, the coldest day since December.

[scribbles-and-stuff]

Happy Valentines, your F/O is coming back with a warm dinner to eat in, and a big blanket to pull you into after <3

[everybody-hit-the-pyro-cue]

Like yeah. We're fucked. But the sky is marbled and huge and blue-gold-white and the raven pair in my neighborhood fly together and an absolute sweetheart of a pitbull said hi to me on my walk home and idk. Something something love will still be here, love will prevail, etc. If people led fufilling lives during the fall of the roman empire we can do the same, right?

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ugh dawg i feel you with that heat. i'm in texas (press f for me pls) and i'm just waiting for when the powergrid goes out again. like i'm legitimately terrified of it happening during the summer. i can handle the winter cause i can bundle up but you can't do shit in the summer 😭

i winced out loud, eesh... Slamming the f button for you my dude

[morning-357]

D&D 1.1

Hiya folks and welcome to Morning working her fist job as a camp counsellor for D&D!!

Detail are below the cut!

Introduction of player characters:

halfling life cleric who makes cookies infused with truth serum

half elf rogue who lost her nobility

elf druid who chucks stones at everyone

gnome rogue who has made a grappling hook

a changeling bard based on taylor swift (the singer, sorry dndads fans)

human artificer who got kicked out of his town for doing experiments with alchemy on people

the plot is that there is a war between two kingdoms and theirs has be DECIMATED. So their king tells them, "Go take my daughter to our enemy any an olive branch/sacrifice!"

The players already are questioning the king but are making so much of a rackus that they are taken outside by the Head Guard. The head guard tries to explain what hey need to do (take the princess safely, don't follow the main road, everyone wants to take the princess so they win the bounty, etc.). The players immediately ignore this and the druid decides to gently pelt this poor guard's face with pebbles.

I should mention that at this time, all six of these children talking over each other in my face. I loved the enthusiasm :)

The head guard gets fed up and drags them along to the... ok, i'm done trying to do this in paragraphs. it's point form time!

meet the princess (steal from her in the process)

the changeling wants to take the princess' identity for unknown reasons

leave in carriage pulled by donkeys (all horses and unicorns of the kingdom are dead. the best heroes? captured. these are truly the last resort of heroes.) and two guards with them

*10 hours later...*

the group is woken up (i forgot the mention they tied the princess' mattress to the top of the carriage so the cleric grandma could sleep) by a loud bang!

turns out the guards have been knocked unconscious and the wheels have been broken so the cleric fixes those while the rest o the party figures out what happens

the rogue shoots and arrow and the druid chucks her... trombone??? into the bush where they hear movement (misses)

the elf noble and bard sneak and find a goblin inspecting these items

they knock the goblin out

when the goblin wakes up, they feed him a cookie

cookie was a 5/10

the team realize this was a distraction

two guards/dudes (?) and their giant owl bear friend have taken the party's donkeys

combat ensues

I don't want to bore with details (and I need sleep) but all I will say is that last we left off, they have nearly killed all three and are about to drop one of the guards from 150ft above the owl bear who is partially frozen. Good on them.

:)

[badolmen]

Incredibly frustrated by how condescendingly jaded my uncle can be but I’m being so brave about it <- not blowing him up with my mind even though I want to

[silverselfshippingchaos]

HAAR KISSER???? :D

I mean...

(Twirls hair around finger)

I guess he's an okay guy... (I have a massive crush)

[anderwater]

the bear tag is so full and busy. really feel like i did my job for season one and now i can just rest and reblog.

[trainingdummyrabbit]

they should invent a shower you can lie down in

[risingsunresistance]

hourlytechno posted something from the resistance so casual reminder. Soon 👀

[opaleyedprince]

thinking abt tragedies again btw.

[violet-dragongirl]

COLD ROOM MAKING ME SLEEPY ;QxQ;

hnngh fine...I'll go back to bed *body's gettin tired...again*

so I must rest

[bonyato]

@murciegalovampiro

[vanalex]

Now that fall is here, it's time to get warmer. Why not with some self-made Peter Steele / Type O Negative socks 🖤💚 I sure love the pattern, especially the fangs, and what an amazing eye for detail.

[swallows-are-for-hope]

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