#sooooooo hot

[cellbista]

qewron covered in blood. Send post

[aleriya-darling]

I simply can not get over how beautiful this man is 😍💙

[noctiva]

A toby headcanon I have is that he has scarification tattoos. Probably done by like Helen or even jack, a few he did himself but you can tell because they look more like just scars than tattoos. He probably somehow saw Helen do to a victim and asked him to do some on him because he thought they were cooler than just normal tattoos (trying to one up Jeff probably). Helen agreed because he wanted to see them on someone alive, practice, and Toby doesn’t move or flinch. He doesn’t even really talk because he’s focused on controlling his tics. Also I imagine proxy heal really fast so it probably takes a month or something to heal

THIS IS SO HOT BYEEEEEEEEEE

see I’ve always been on the toby having tattoos train but toby having SCARIFICATION???? HELLOOO??? how have i not thought of this. giving him a scarred proxy symbol is like one of the things i think is hottest about him when i draw him!!!!

he is a body modder’s DREAM tbh. i think he’d go ahead and do a bunch of shit to himself from a combination of ‘well, might as well I can’t feel it’ and ‘not a fan of how I look lets make it cooler’

he’d get a wholeeee scarification back piece done tbh (I have an example on my pinterest but it’s bloody so I’ll leave it 4 now so not to jumpscare anyone) not flinching and barely even moving. honestly? the feeling of the scalpel slicing through his skin is a weirdly relaxing feeling since he doesn’t get the sting of it, and he probably ends up dozing off while helen works skdjfbfjdks

but yes. i subscribe to this heavily.

[acrowdedstreetin1944]

we love you bomber jacket bobby

[rosereign]

We’ve been in an excessive heat warning for the second week and our ac has been done for one of them

[valcarcel]

I can't stop thinking about Julien Baker dress up as Jesus with glittery tears

[fatalism-and-villainy]

another magic empathy scene where Will says "this is my gift to you" upon imagining a killer mutilating his victims and his breathing noticeably quickens..... WOWZA

[king-layney]

Morksun ficlet

i just can’t help but think, that Sun will always nag Mork. that even when they’re living together for years, Sun will constantly nag, and Mork will just get used to it.

more like, i want them to be together like right now so i’m doing this to pass the time

“You’re late.” Sun was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, watching as Mork finished brushing his teeth. Mork glanced up to his boyfriend, noticing the sleep pants and slippers, but no shirt. He had been in bed, waiting.

Mork hums in response. This was a regular occurrence for Mork and everyone knew. Rain was always hyper aware of how his brother treated his best friend, always telling him to calm down, that Mork hasn’t done anything wrong, and to stop fussing. He would always question how Mork could live with his brother and how much he nagged him. But Mork was always dismissive. He didn’t mind it too much now; it was only evidence of how much Sun cared, and that was enough.

It was the relief that made Sun nag. He didn’t reprimand Mork because he was angry, but because he had worried. Sun most likely sat in the cafe, cleaning his machines twice over, before leaving to go up to bed. Mork had texted, told Sun he would be late, but that doesn’t settle him any. Sun is most comfortable when Mork is with him, when he knows Mork is safe.

He had probably sat on his laptop for a little while in the bedroom, either at the desk or sitting in bed. He was most likely surfing the internet, maybe looking for things to buy for the cafe, or simply stalking Mork’s facebook’s page in hopes he would post that he’s okay.

Mork had started a routine of texting Sun to go to bed, telling him that he was okay and there was no need to worry. It usually was answered with a “Where are you?” or “Are you on your way yet? Its getting too late.” Mork always had to smile, his Sun wasn’t going to listen to him.

Tonight had been particularly late, and Mork felt bad. He didn’t know it was going to run so late, otherwise he wouldn’t have offered to help. But they paid him extra for staying until 1 AM when they had finished, and he wasn’t one to turn down money.

After rinsing off the toothpaste, he turned to Sun, who was giving him that look. Eyes filled with relief but face displaying frustration. Mork knew Sun was a little more angry than usual tonight.

“It’s two in the morning, Mork.” Sun told him, arms still folded and face still scrunched in discomfort.

“Yes, it is.”

Mork had started answering Sun nagging not too long after they began dating. Not in a defensive way, but in a way that diffused his temper. It made him less fussy and more caring.

“I’m sorry.” Mork stepped closer to his partner, reaching his arms out to hold him. Sun looked as if he was going to accept, his eyes turning soft and body releasing a bit of tension. He caught himself though, stepped backwards and turned to head back into the bedroom. Mork would not be let off easy this time.

“I told you if you needed money, you can ask me.” Sun spoke, his voice a bit raised. Was he truly angry this time? Mork followed Sun out of the bathroom, watching as the older rounded the bed, then stopped abruptly. When he turned, it was almost as if he was staring straight into Mork’s soul.

Silence. Dreadful silence.

“P’,” Mork took a step closer.

“You could get hurt, bad people are out this late at night.”

Mork turned his head down with a sigh, looking at the distance between the two of them. “I understand.” He stated simply, turning his eyes back up to his boyfriend’s.

“You could be robbed, or killed, Mork. Anything could have happened.” Sun was worked up, probably due to his lack of sleep. He had to get up early to open the cafe in the morning.

“Yes.”

“Do you realize how much I worry about you? You’re so careless when it comes to your well-being, I’m surprised you’ve lived this long.” Sun had moved closer and Mork locked their gazes. Sun’s eyes were intense as he stared straight into Mork’s apologetic ones.

“P’Sun.” Mork spoke softly, stepping closer and holding his arms out once more. Sun slightly deflated at the action, but rolled his eyes, going to his side of the bed to climb under the covers. Mork let his arms fall to his sides once more.

“Just come to bed, I’m making you open the cafe tomorrow as punishment for being late tonight.” He laid down and faced away from Mork’s side of the bed, his way of trying to win in a disagreement. Mork smiled, removing his shirt and slipping into bed as well. He slowly moved closer to Sun, snaking arms around the slim waist and pulling him closer. The older’s body was still tense, and he was still upset.

“Good night.” Mork whispered, placing a kiss to Sun’s neck.

“Good night.” The answer was short and almost hostile, if Mork didn’t know any better.

Mork didn’t open the cafe the next morning, neither did Sun wake him when he brought breakfast up to his still sleeping partner. But Sun at least gave him a lecture when he had finally made it down to the cafe, and Mork sat and listened all the same.