#tehe<3

[bluelinksno1fan]

Technically this belongs here to...

Again vampire blue is from @/rileymorph's Halloween au

You'll probably find this so...

[mentalteen]

i'm getting so many new reaction images from you

So I'm helpful?

[jonahmagnus]

Redraw of @stars-in-my-damn-eyes 's comic!! ^_^ It reads like a conversation they'd have in a diner

Additionally (their orders)

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

Wip thursday! bc time is a lie

the start of Detective au chapter two! If you have read the first chapter you know what realisations coming next 🤭

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The sound of footsteps wakes Cecio, swollen eyes cracking open to see the photo on Muros desk, a summer's day at the beach, shortly after Ramettas hair grew out, taken by a kind passerby. They're all climbing on the rocks, Conficcare holding onto Tesoros arm for balance, and Muro’s eyes following him and Rametta gleefully scrambling upwards.

He smiles every time he sees it, the perfect warmth of sun and joy, the air filled with salt and laughter, seemingly returning to him when he thinks back to it.

Muro loves photos, loves documenting the good days, capturing their unconventional family off guard, to preserve the moment as a memory forever. Photos cover the wall, from snapshots of youth, to school photos. Golden hair is plentiful, as well as silver and black and orange, the paper capturing moments as each of them grew.

One of the older photos, battered, shows a young Muro, Conficcare and Tesoro among other students- or rather delinquents- hanging out at the old garage where Muro used to work. He may not know them, but His older brother had pointed out a few of the names over time: Marco, the adult, leaning against the desk and supervising; Elena, smiling down at Muro from where she sat; and Baccio right next to her, laughing at some joke with Tesoro.

His older brother doesn't keep many photos of those people, doesn’t speak about them much, expert in the dead of night after too much drink. Baccio died years ago, Elena got out, Soverano- not featured, but presence felt by the sloppy cutting of the photograph to exclude him- dead as well, but the older ones never seemed to mourn him the way they still mourn Baccio.

A morbid thing to contemplate, just how many dead people are in those photos, the many photos of their mother, that never quite manage to capture the colour and shine of her hair just right, all over the wall, around the office and the flat.

He should get up, Muro having seemingly long been up, those light footsteps probably an attempt to let him rest after the events of yesterda-

Pain lance through his head, something twisting in his stomach, dread looming over him as his groggy brain grasped for something just out of reach.

[mentalteen]

Blinking at you guys with big innocent eyes after that last post like

I'm so nomral Totally normal not crazy or anything<3

[jonahmagnus]

Its comax summer bay be

[mentalteen]

hiiiii mint blowing you up with my mind because why is literally any link you draw automatically hot /pos

head in hands I'm so normal

THIS IS THE BESTEST THING YOU COULD'VE TOLD ME.

Grabs you.

I have a small feeling about who you are...cough cough

I saw the tags.. Giggled at them, dont be normal... Be feral, be crazy..