#ty mori!!

[cosmobrain00]

GUYS !!! GUYS !!! when I tell you I literally JUMPED out of my bed when I saw this I MEAN IT !!!! the wonderful n talented @motherthroat decided to draw my mike from my little fic series "I know the end" n my particular vision of him in the beginning of the second part "It's Still Raining" and I !!!!! literally acting unhinged abt this I love his art soso much + many other things as well, n if ur a fan of the series I hope ur abt as insane over this as I am🫶

#first one is a ref from me btw n pls ignore the crazy shoes LMAO just look at his side<3 as u alrdy should be doing<3 #n when I tell u this couldn't be more accurate im not kidding. That is my exact vision #IM!!!! #n another shoutout in the tags bc im a pile of useless mush over this- ty once again mori ur the best n ur art style has been a fav- #-of mine for SO long now.<3<3<3<3<3 #listen if any of this is spelled wrong/ not grammatically correct- LEAVE ME ALONE !!! #IM EXCITED!!! AND ITS 6 AM!!!! #motr/.fic file #mike wheeler #byler #<- looking for a specific group over there

[lotus-pear]

Beware of groomers pls I’m glad you’re getting positive asks but a few of them are sending of red flags to me as someone who was groomed. Just be careful

WHAT💀💀 uhmmmmm hopefully ur talking abt anons which i will forsure watch out for but ppl who send me asks off anon are generally irls or ppl ive known on this site for a while

#idk which ask made u think this but i rly appreciate the heads up. ty for looking out for me #anyway im watching ALL the ppl in my inbox very closely now🤨🤨🤨 yall better not fucking be mori kinnjes #lotus’s asks

[suwunnysideup]

OK HEAR ME OUT. 🐰 for Belladonna hehe

scariest dragon alive not clickbait

#asks #haaawaiianshirt #dnd #belladonna #memento mori #art #emmie ty so much this was so SOFT omg

[xianyoon]

🦋🦋🦋

#HIYA MORI ! dark seacore for u !! ty for popping by hehe #― ying talks. #― teahouse companions. #pics from pinterest :–)

[ooogai]

i'm going to chomp on your personality. it is cooked to perfection. 9/10, absolutely adore.

ah, thank you!

[ooc: TYYY IM SO HAPOY XMXBDB]

#bungou stray dogs #asks #bsd mori #bsd rp #bungo stray dogs #bsd rp blog #bsd roleplay #[i get so anxious about characterization sometimes bc i tend to fall out of the limits over time this is relieving TY]

[zhongrin]

this is why he's future hubby

ALWAYS BUY DISCOUNTS!!!

ehe <3

malewife material fr <3

#rin answers #rin is having tea with: mori 💛 #hehe ty for playing!

[makkie-is-screaming]

1,9, and 22 for the ask gamee

what’s your favorite song? changes constantly but right shameful company by rainbow kitten surprise is my favorite. 9. what’s your favorite television show? Adventure time. It’s just such a good cartoon, I still watch it all the time.

22. What’s your favorite day of the week? Thursday is just superior to all other days.

#Ty for the ask #ily mori <3 #asks 💚 #Idk why the formatting is weird in this post but I gave up trying to fix it lol #Took me a min bc I cannot pick a favorite song for the life of me

[morihaus]

17 for dragonborn trio :)

17. What does your oc like to eat? How much food do they eat? Can your oc cook, and can they do it well?

all of you gay people who love food love this question meanwhile i am like a naive fool when it comes to this. i will try

foraging is i assume the primary source of food for the displaced reachmen, so cuan knows how to hunt/gather as well as how to prepare meats and various edible plants for those eating on the go moments. he's a very busy radical going here and there all the time. he might eat a bit light due to paranoia, even when he's with other people he'd rather not drop his guard out in the wild. in a redoubt like his home or any friendly territory, he can relax a bit more and eat to his heart's content. not to mention the food there is a lot nicer than what he personally can whip up for himself. reachman cider hc sweep

hjulde of course relies on mammoth products as staples of her diet, but being a wanderer like her means she can't always just rely on a big herd to supply all her sustenance. i'm not sure if there'd be much in it for most giants to learn how to hunt in terms of effort expended vs reward, but i think she has. being a giant she eats a Lot more food compared to the average person and is pretty much used to gathering it herself out of politeness, unless someone explicitly offers her a giant-sized portion of rabbit stew (the whole cauldron) she'll make due with massive deer or even bears and sabercats, but as a result of not always getting it mammoth cheese is a comforting and nostalgic treat for her, with mammoth meat being especially meaningful

oh boy peyzae... SOMEONE made a post about falmer cuisine. the cavern her family lives in has flooded sections so yes they do indeed go cavefishing and peyzae has always enjoyed that as a source of "traditional" protein in her diet. i don't know what kind of nutrients are in a giant bug but hey it's probably good for you. i DONT think chaurus eggs are like kwarma eggs they're pitiful little round things... but then there are also fungi and other plants to form one's balanced cave diet. i don't know if peyzae herself knows how to cook though... on the road her diet consists of pies left on windowsills. random apples left in barrels all over the place. that sort of thing. i don't imagine she'd have a big appetite but she'd really like trying new things because of her beautiful soul.

#moriada #oc: cuan #oc: hjulde #oc: peyzae #mori food embarrassment #ty jiub :)

[cosmobrain00]

HA. more barbie doll eiji n a pink lovecore outfit u can find on pinterest

on it boss🫡

THREE CHEERS FOR THE MAN OF THE HOUR FELLAS!! honestly think we as a society do not appreciate him enough, but whtevrrr

#four.. hours...later cough cough WHEEZE #I wanted to color it pink but im notorious for fucking up sketches w color so! #also hiii mori ty again for letting me draw ur beautiful boy<3 #cosmobrain asks #my art

[noctis-tempore]

11 - 15 for caligo!

What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

CALIGO’s usual choice of weapon is a good blade/dagger, she doesn’t like guns all that much. Since she is a herald for ZERO, she has used it before. She has a collection of them !

Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

CALIGO is self-destructive in the way she buries herself with work. While she’s used to her routine, the entire reason it started was because she didn’t want to focus on her past, so she forced herself in a situation that made her think about the future. Moving on from the past is good, but the wounds she bears are very much still open and it eats at her constantly because she refuses to heal properly.

If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

It depends honestly 😭😭😭 if CALIGO knows I’m her creator she probably would despise me for everything she’s gone through. If she didn’t, I think we would for the most part get along alright

How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

CALIGO wants to be seen as independent and strong, not for a second does she want to be seen as weak. Weak is what she considers her past self, it’s an insult to her progress now.

Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?

CALIGO does not have a faceclaim </3 faceclaims are hard for me to really click with

#moochie answers #mori <3 #mocha & caligo #TY FOR SENDING IN AN ASK 🫶🫶 #ur gf caligo sends kisses <3

[gcdhoods]

PROMPT 008

YELLOWJACKETS AU — for @nourflage

in which the murder™ is caught in a horrific plane crash and left to their own devices to survive a harsh canadian winter with nothing but the power of teamwork, girlbossing, and cannibalism.  

tw: graphic depictions of murder, cannibalism, blood, gore, & body horror. please read at your own caution! 

i know of a girl who is a doe in the woods, wide-eyed innocence with the kind of smile that makes hunters stop in their tracks, finger paused just above the trigger —

she reminds them of their hunger. desire to consume what they do not have. a stomach growls regardless of the beauty your eyes feast on in the forest she calls her home; animal-hunger, animal-grief when you stand over her dead body. you wear her doe-antlers that you gouge into the side of your skull in her memory, a twisted taxidermy of your body. an arching of bone like hands to the sky, reaching for a heaven you will not get into. murderer. you swallowed her whole so there was no body to bury, only a licking of fingers. they ask you how you survived the winter.

turn her corpse over in your memory. did you steal her face or were you born twin reflections? do her antlers weigh heavy on your head when the snow dusts the bone-curve of the new crown your wear like a lover’s hands on thighs, caressing?

don’t worry, dear reader. the butchering is mostly metaphorical.

the hunger is always real.

✢

“i’m fucking freezing. there’s no way we’re going to make it past october at this rate — which of us has the most meat on them?” there’s a curl in javi’s voice that indicates a turn of his lips, a permanent fixture to his features now; old humour turned cruel if not completely drained of him. “badr, you’re looking scrumptious, plus there’s enough of your stupid body for all of us to gnaw on for a few weeks. be a real one, yeah?”

last night, i saw you in a dream. in it, you were covered in the blood of a murdered city, but smiling. free. the night before, i dreamt of another one of us floating in the lakeside as it froze; summer to winter in a matter of seconds, trapping her like a butterfly in resin. the night before that, he —

in the bible, people had visions, right? like prophets and stuff?

in every dream, i wake up hungry.

winter is coming and there are twenty-four birds sit-sitting on a tree. point to them with your rifle, shoot in quick succession. more bone to add to your antler-crown, gore still dripping off the points. wear you like a memory, moment of silence before you reload with a sharp tug, one eye closed and the other squinting into the scope.

they did not make you a bird of prey so you learn to grow teeth, start from the belly until it ripples into every inch of skin. bone-god, death-eater. that will come later.

“there’ll be enough to eat.” you say it and no one believes you; body already too-thin and on the precipice of death. vulture-picked even before all this. they think this makes you weak when all it does is give you more space for a filling.

“we won’t have to worry about food again.”

in the back, javi: “what the fuck do they mean? what the fuck?”

✢

it occurs where most nightmares do: at a school dance.

we will make makeshift normalcies in the wild where we do not belong — ( where we return to, always, always ) — homes out of foraged cabins and skinny calves brushing at night, learn to fall asleep despite the spiders crawling on temples, despite the thump-thump of something coming, of hearts sending out morse-code warnings none of us know how to read. weeks, now, and it’s almost sweet how we’ve tamed survival into a kind of domesticity as the changing of seasons sits patiently on the horizon, us willfully ignoring it and winter on its hind legs, licking its lips as it looks at our warm bodies.

“you ought to wear your hair more, like this — doesn’t it frame your face so lovely?” isabele’s practiced beauty is something from an old life unfitting for this old world, glitter carefully smeared over behiye’s eyelids. none of the roughness of delilah’s palms, wariness of warden’s shoulders; signs of nature’s erosion of civility on our bodies but none on your once, almost lover.

behiye’s eyes are wide, expectant as they look at you. there’s a smile as you lean to her, thumb swiping across lips to spread the gloss gathered, gazes locking. despite the gentle grace you still carry, there is a forewarning in blackened hazels that only she will know.

we will ruin this too, won’t we?

“perfect.” whispered, slow curl of mouths around the word. turn it into a melody. isabele smiles so proudly, hands clapping as she bustles to here and there to fuss over decorations and dresses, blissfully naïve. how you love her. how she reminds you of —

homecoming would have been today, if everything was as normal as it should have been. in this nothing wilderness, you will make a normalcy out of anything: flat beer you rationed into old mason jars to sip slowly, dresses smoothed with pressing hands over wrinkles, bonfires you dance around to top 40 songs we try to remember the words to. laughter echoes into sunset, into darkness. the flames still flicker but your eyes stay pitch-black no matter how close you sit to the fire, hands outstretched.

winter waiting. hungry for the warmth of bodies, of innocence.

✢

the blade is eight inches long, enough to run him through twice over.

you hold the knife high over your head, all the skull-crowns you wear laughing at his writhing. in this version of the story, he does not get the peace of death after decades of running from your grasp.

you want his dead fucking body now.

body meet blade in holy matrimony, tender as a kiss when it pushes through skin, organ, bone, spine, skin again. bowstring across violins with the repetition of our body’s anatomy like a melismatic run across notes waiting for a crescendo ending, with the sawing that comes afterwards.

is there screaming or laughing? there is so much blood and for once, none of it is yours. you lick your lips and you taste metal, taste him.

you can hear the rest of them coming, know the sound of bare feet against the dead leaves of the forest you’ve made a home out of, hear their whoops and screams of laughter. joyous. when was the last time we were this happy? you gave them this.

those who are here to witness the first of many touch your arms lightly, remind you to rise over the body, as you should. chins hooked to shoulders, giggling soft in your ears, cheeks nuzzled to necks. babbled praises, more sounds and sighs than anything. nonsensical prayers. good enough for now, but later you will have to teach them of proper worship.

“eat. feast.”

you are a benevolent god, aren’t you? you meet their eyes one by one and they hold your gaze, ready. waiting. winter is coming. winter is coming. winter has lived in our bones for years and years now. no one moves.

“you first.” behiye’s voice rings clear, sweet as church bells on a sunday morning. there are murmurs of agreement surrounding her, you.

you smile wide enough to split your lips, your blood mixing with his. what is a god without their believers, so lovely in their listening? you stain your skirts red when you kneel before him in respect, head bowed for a moment of silence.

i wrote of cannibal-lambs once. did you catch it? did you see this coming?

when i said i was hungry, i never said it was for meat.

✢

winter comes and never goes. the heart in your hands is heavy, slit throats gathering snow in the gaping hole you left in her. this is all for love, i promise. this was always a love story. i don’t know how to write anything else.

you rest the stilled organ in the middle of drawn futures in blood against the frozen dirt, candles flickering and animal-bone, human-skull gathered and placed carefully. the others are circled perfectly around the sacred space we’ve made, humming harmonies from the throat. you let your eyes close, thankful. you love them so.

we thank you for your gracious offering. you will find immortality in us. we will carry you safe back home. tell heaven we will return one day.

you hold it high for them to see, hoods draping off heads as you tilt your head to the sky. one moment, two —

teeth meet flesh. were you waiting for poetry? there is only this: incisors digging into the soft meat of a once-friend, now-memory, now-ghost. you tear the organ, blood dribbling down chins. greedy devourings, breaths of frost red-tinged. can you see it? can you taste the fear under your tongue?

they ask you how you survived the winter. you tell them it was easy.

✢

#blood tw #murder tw #gore tw #body horror tw #cannibalism tw #i just. sigh. i need to stop advertising that i write shit like this then wailing about it afterwards when i write it. but. yeah ! #[ exhausted kazoo noises ] #anyways thank you all for giving me a safe space to write the most atrocious shit ! i'm sure there'll be more to come !!! #and i'm excited for more horrific tws !!! #ty to claudia to helping me sus out the cast and mori j and marie for listening to me go insane all of last night + today finishing this hee #and del ! sorry i was pretty insane last night. you can see the aftermath of it :) #who's the cast ? who was eaten ? it's open to interpretation <3

[theartisticintrovert]

Commission Me! (Regular | Furry)

delinquent maid gang hell yeah

set in a bungou stray dogs au my friend made where dazai never left the port mafia, thus leading to a butterfly effect that culminated in her joining the mafia, and myself getting promoted to hired muscle, rather than getting scouted at the armed detective agency.

affectionately called the black sugar verse, it's basically the worst version of our self inserts lmao

characters belong to me and @sarasanddollar

inspiration under the cut

#bungou stray dogs #self insert #friend insert #delinquents #maid outfit #my art #ty's oc box #sarasanddollar #black sugar au #black sugar verse #ngl that tattoo is sick as hell and im designing a full version to get once i have money #based the coloring on old traditional yakuza tats and i think i nailed it! #the flower is a mugunghwa (rose of sharon); its the national flower of south korea #not shown: theres a crow standing on top of the skull #together the whole thing symbolizes that even though we all die many deaths there's always the chance to come back stronger #(crow - death/rebirth; mugunghwa - resilience; skull/memento mori - death) #one of my personal beliefs is that people die multiple times; we're constantly reinventing ourselves and the only time you die for good #--is when you stop improving yourself. so long as you're willing to learn and change from your mistakes you can ALWAYS come back #physical death is just one death. letting yourself stagnate is dying a hundred times over

[faepunkprince]

🔥🧸💐 for mori :)

🔥 : What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?

Be bold, compliment him. Sometimes the thoughts he picks up on make him a bit flustered, so thinking more intimate thoughts will do it

🧸 : Into public displays of affection or are they more reserved?

Definitely more reserved, it's kind of ingrained, especially as he lived through Way Back when even rumors of homosexuality could carry a horrific punishment

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?

He has no idea how to go about it anymore, the last date he had he was still human. He's so out of his depth that he opts to simply Not Fall For Anyone (going poorly)

#oc: Mori #ty rell ily💚💚💚

[noxtivagus]

i love the architects sm. their music is so good

#🌙.rambles #ty ffxiv for introducing me to them #I LOVE SAM CARTER'S VOICE SM ILL CRY #from the screams n oh my god he sings metal rlly well #but then h. his voice is like. an angel too #like. particularly rn one song in my head w that soft voice i love so much is #'death is absolutely safe' #listening to 'death is not defeat' for the first time rn. oh my god. his voice #THE LYRICS R SO GOOD I'LL CRY HAHA #n the msuic too. the isntruments the strings there n the metal.. eprfection #peffection #PERFECTION 🥹🫶🏼 #raghh i love the architects sm #from memento mori n learn to live. n like. dead butterflies / animals / black lungs / meteor #flight without feathers / death is absolutely safe / doomsday / a match made in heaven / the distant blue #mortality.. is probably smth i think abt on a daily basis #like even when i was younger. idk maybe it's bcs of the stories i read #gosh one of my fav books ever is still the giver. that influenced me so much #i love music sm #existence / heaven help us specifically have smth w rhe composition that melts me heart sm #hfkshfksjfs music.. these songs r so good i love them so very much #OH YEAH THE ARCHITECTS BTW THEY THEY ADVOCATE FOR STUFF TOO. I LOVE THEM SO VERY MUCH #i'm very passionate abt climate change n yk sam carter the frontman n singer of the architects #dogs !!!! animals !!!!! c: #the rest of the members like. ah.. yeah the twins. sorry wait i'll get emotional if i think of them but #their lyrics rlly r so meaningful. n i love the mixture of compassion n viscousness they have in a way #it's just. heavy. whether it's about mortality of people or of the earth. n sam's voice delivers it so well. n the band's jsut rlly so good #n the.. twins.. w the lyrics? iirc sob n then just. thre rest of the band. music's so good. n then. sam speaks out on stuff too iirc #I JUST. REALLY APPRECIATE THEM SO MUCH. ONE OF MY FAV BANDS FR. #random thought i will read more edgar allan poe. i always rmb that wnvr i listen to animals bcs dream within a dream 🥹🫶🏼

[hasgudagudadoneanythingwrong]

God!Mori au Mori design that I spent way too much time on, I gave him horns and claws because I wanted to make him look less human. I wanted his hair to be in that side pony from the oni’s tea ceremony ce but it was to hard to draw 😔.  

#submission #fate art #mori nagayoshi #i've never actually received a submission so...?? #unsure how formatting goes #but this is cool! #ty! #i also really like the black nails too #very good color for him #10/10

[neon-vocalist]

thank the lord for mori calanni

#love u forever mori ty for making it so i can form coherent sentences