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wolfythewitch · 14 days

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Desolation Tim hnrhghghgh

#art #sketch #tma #the magnus archives #timothy stoker #tim stoker #jonathan sims #giggles. stoker

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sp1ralmayfly · 4 months

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okay but does anybody else agree that jontim, during their research time, were the judgiest bitches ever. they were the type to look at coworkers passing their desks n mumble to each other abt the dreadful skirt shes wearing . i also just wanted to doodle judgy jontim. If u guys have any other silly suggestions u should soooo drop em

also yes my tim design has grown out bleached hair what abt it.

#jonathan sims #tma art #tma fandom #tma fanart #tma #magpod #the magnus archives #jon sims #timothy stoker #tim stoker #tim tma #jontim #giggles

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etrevil · 9 months

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panels I can't wait to be animated (if they do) in season five:

I'm gonna jump all over the walls if they add the shoujo filter on the fyozai-giggling scene, because that'd make at least three shoujo shots in the entire season (including that one prettyzai shot in the ending).

ALSO THE FINAL PANEL- god I want them to nail the expressions right. And now I'm wondering on what they'll end the episode on.

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bramthecalamity · 7 days

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"I am a Blood parrot fish. Why you may ask? Because I fight with my beloved husband. How do I fight? Well. Let us just say. Kissing"

#(ooc: those fish kiss as a sign of aggression giggles)#bungou stray vampires #bram stoker #bram #bsd rp blog #bram bsd #bsd roleplay #bsd #bsd bram #bungou stray dogs

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barrywhelk · 1 year

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Jonathan: I will put it down as nearly as I can…

- extremely detailed and accurate account -

#idk he just makes me giggle #jonathan harker #dracula #dracula daily #dracula bram stoker

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phynoma · 1 month

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an extant form of life- chapter two

“You alright?” Tim asks after a moment. Jon looks up. “What? Oh, yes. Just– someone must have turned on the bloody heat, it's sweltering in here.” “Oh,” Tim says. He glances around, then frowns. He puts one hand into the office and turns it back and forth. “Huh.” A small, foreboding feeling takes root in Jon's stomach. “...Isn't it?” he asks. “I mean…” Tim hesitates, “maaaaybe?”

WUH OH! Things are heating up in the pollen fic! (hahaha see what I did there?)

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tim stoker #sasha james #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #tma s1 #pollen fic #phyn writes #tma fanfic #giggling and kicking my feet

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kunikidas-lost-glasses · 2 years

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Okay hear me out.

Bram/Lovecraft is actually a pretty good ship and here's why.

Both are immortal powerful beings. They wouldn't have to struggle with the loss of a mortal human being and could be together for as long as they want

They both are kinda simililar and probably would understand each other pretty well

Both sleep a lot

Both love to complain about everything

Technically there is a high possibility that they both have met in the past since Bram probably already lived in the late 1800s or even before the late 1800s (Dracula takes place in the late 1800s, Count Dracula, as a human, in the book lived even before the late 1800s and in BSD!Bram's flashback we can see knights and the people aswell as Bram himself think like in the medival era) and Lovecraft's age is unknown but he is most likely also very old. I mean he's one of the great old ones and all.

What I'm saying is that there is so much time before Bram got slashed in half in which they could probably have met

The angst material if they would have gotten along in the past, lost contact and if they see each other again, Bram is most likely still slashed in half

They just weirdly suit together very well

It would take them literal years to confess tho since both are pretty dense when it comes to feelings

They would (literally) sleep together in the most random places

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Bonus (I mean this here lesser serious):

Since Steincraft is a really good ship too, consider the three of them in a poly ship as a crack ship for funs and giggles.

A white farmer man just randomly pulled two immoratal powerful beings, the ruler of the undead and one of the great old ones and nobody knows how. He probably doesn't even know himself.

Also Bram just going through serval existence crises bc he likes a f a r m e r.

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cult-of-the-eye · 7 months

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Just finished cirrus-grey's fucking masterpiece of a fanfic Yesterday Is Here and it is everything I've ever wanted in life. There's tooth rotting fluff, all the happy endings we deserved, it's fix it in the best way possible and everything is ok!!! It's so light hearted and humorous and like it's the perfect post MAG 200 fic ever!!!! I want to give @cirrus-grey all the hugs ever thank you so much for this fucking fantasic fic!!!

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin k blackwood #jmart #sasha james #tim stoker #married jmart #tma fic #melanie king #georgie barker #fix it fic #fluff #delicious #giggling kicking my feet #im telling you #go read it #it will improve your quality of life

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kingbuffy · 1 year

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Fully acknowledging that I'm a petty bitch as I say this but. I get immense joy seeing more and more people start to trash on Coppola's Dracula. I credit this to Dracula Daily, and people who are reading the book for the first time getting annoyed with how mischaracterized Dracula and Mina often are. Don't get me wrong, Coppola's Dracula is not the origin of the Dracula/Mina romance, or the dreaded reincarnated wife trope. However, it popularized those elements so much that for the longest time, we were basically stuck with those for every. single. dracula. adaptation. since. I can't tell you how much this movie has been shoved in my face as a fan of gothic media, and growing up in alternative spaces. It was considered weird not to love this movie. So I'm sitting in the corner of my dark room reveling just a little.

#i feel like an evil little gremlin giggling in my toilet #it's not personal you guys i just have a vendetta against that film #i have nothing against the suave romantic dracula. but when that's literally all that's out there??#bram stokers dracula #dracula #dracula daily

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estravai · 2 years

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im going to start by saying i’m sorry

this is my excuse:

#the magnus archives #jonathan sims #timothy stoker #image id in alt text #if it counts for anything i giggled the entire time writing this #i had fun #dot talk

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riaki · 5 months

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ur highschool bully gojo was chefs kiss 💋 what do u think about them going to the same college and taking the same classes?? and the reader sitting next/talking to some other guy and satoru gets jealous?? arwahhhshdhshshs so many possibilities, i hope u continue writing it!!

hi nonnie !! thank you so much :) this is ur official part 2 ! i was struggling to think up some possibilities but this helped a lot :oo | read part 1 here ! -> cw: swearing, jealousy, i let it get fic length oops

(former) highschoolbully!gojo on the brain again… like. when you end up seeing him again however many months later, and you can tell that he’s changed. it’s not like its immediately obvious to anyone who doesn’t really know him like you (used to); but he’s a little softer-spoken and his smiles seem nine times more genuine. it’s not a hundred percent; the kind that really lights up his face instead of just barely falling short of his stark blue eyes, but it's something.

of course, you have nothing to base it off of, because when you do inevitably see him again it's the very definition of meet ugly.

college is a new frontier, but its also a clean slate. its your first time going into something so new without your old bestfriend at your side, but some faint flickering thought reminds you that it might be better that way. but the universe is against you from the very first day, when youre gettin yourself some coffee from the same chain you did the morning of that fateful presentation so many moons ago. you're too busy thinking to yourself what kind of strange parting ritual it is to relive your trauma to notice the lanky, white-haired boy who hits his head on the chiming bell over the doorway. people are giggling around you n sighing dreamily but youre too deep in the music pumping through your headphones to notice and your eyes are glued to the class schedule on your phone, trying to ensure you dont get lost on the first day when—

you blink and your ass is flat on the dirty floor of the coffee shop, and the first thing you register is that your stomach is soaked and burning. you'd spilled your coffee. it takes you a moment to realize, but when you do you're pissed. so you quickly get to your feet, trying to reign in what little of your ego you have left to give the offender who bumped into you a piece of your mind as you look up, then..

how unlucky do you have to be?

just like that, satoru's slid himself back into your life, after ramming through its locked gates. you forget that he always forgets the point of keys, both when it comes to his apartment (which you still have the spare key of in case of emergencies), and the door to your heart. to rub salt in the wound, the only thing that's stained with your coffee order are his shoes, which look like they cost three weeks of your old job salary, but it's all over your shirt. of course it is. because why not? make it look like you tripped and fell into a patch of mud on your way to the lecture hall and tack on an unwelcome reunion with your ex-bestfriend.

to you, it's like the cloud of gloom from your highschool youth has resettled over your head like a swarm of gnats on a dreary, hot summer day. the stars always seem to skew and misalign themselves for you. but for satoru, the stars have handed him one of those huge swirly lollipops that you only ever see being paraded about by toddlers. he recovers almost instantly, trading the burn on his feet and the way it sours your expression like he's just squirted pure citric acid into your throat for a pleasant burn of his own on his cheeks. but it's whatever. girls seem to like it when he blushes, for some reason. he won't question it, if it works on the only one he cares about.

he holds his hand out, ready to help you out like the good samaritan he's become— and it's like a real burn to his heart this time when you ignore it and stand up on your own, refusing to look up and meet his pleading gaze. might as well have taken an iron stoker right out of the fire and jabbed him with it. but he's gojo satoru! he won't be defeated by this one mere, maybe very significant reunion. he's got stamina.

so he offers to buy you a new drink, feels his heart sink when you shake your head (can't even spare a little 'no' in his direction), and talks enough for the both of you when you leave the dingy little store make your way down to campus and the lecture building. you clearly don't want to see him, but he ignores that in exchange to notice the way you shiver every so often. the previously searing-hot coffee that stains your shirt turns cold fast, and moisture n wind don't mix well. he wishes he could offer you some of his own warm coffee, no doubt sickeningly sweet, but he has some sensitivity now, apparently. so, in a brash moment, he decides to take his blazer off and drape it over your shoulders instead.

when you cross the threshold between city and campus, you expect him to yank it off your back and be on his merry way. but he keeps walking next to you, so you walk a little faster, and you absolutely loathe the cheeky little grin that curves the corners of his lips up to show a glint of teeth when he effortlessly keeps up. you curse his long legs when you find yourself winded, but at least you can lose him when you get there.

or, that's what you think. once again, your constellations break themselves to rebuild anew for satoru. you're about to call him a stalker when he follows you all the way to your classroom with that smirk that's growing exponentially until— oh, no.

your phone that's been on the schedule up until now desperately scrolls to the roster— and there it is. he's in your class. needless to say, not another word goes between you as you stomp in and take a seat. luckily for you, you've already corresponded with your roommate's brother (who's annoyingly cute, satoru notices) and agreed to sit next to each other. satoru takes the seat right above you and never stops kicking his freakishly long legs against the wood the entire time.

so yeah, it's obvious he's not a saint; he still has that undoable ego and he's cocky as fuck (as you have the misfortune of finding out when he quickly bullies your professor), but there's a certain familiarity in that no matter how ugly it might appear to others. and if you asked (which he really, really hopes you will someday), he doesn't hang around douchebags who use kids' foreheads for ashtrays and treat girls like they're candy from a glittery pez dispenser. and at least he's switched harassment targets. even though he has an overwhelming sense of superiority over others and never has his lips together for more than five seconds, and even though he has this hellish habit of clicking his pen whenever he's not talking (or when someone else is), it seems like he's changed.

and over time, you gradually find yourself warming up to him. the spunkiness that used to get on your nerves ceaselessly becomes an object of endearment, and you don't really mind the way he never seems to stop moving anymore. it's a nice sort of distraction in the lifeless still of the lecture hall, albeit the pen clicking still drives you near insanity. you notice he always does it obnoxiously and quickly when you're talking to your roommate's brother, but you ignore it.

and for satoru? he hates that he can kinda sorta really tell that you're the only one who can read him like he's a damn book, cus you slowly start to soften up in the nostalgia of his presence like cold playdough between warm fingers that tell you he may have finally caught you again after letting you slip the first time. and he notices it. this time, he's determined not to let you be the one that got away again. but youre really giving him a shit time outta it with the way you constantly entertain the guy who always has his breath in your face.

yeah, he's got a cute face that's sunkissed by freckles. yeah, his hair looks like he models for shampoo companies. and fuck, he has a nice voice. but what of it? satoru's the one with the mesmerizing blue irises and the cloudy white hair your professor wishes he had instead of sad little wisps of old age. still, as chilly days turn into frigid weeks, he gets the perfect backseat angle of the growing relationship between the two of you. the boy's kinda dumb so you copy off of satoru’s work when you need to (he has to hide the 1-0 scoreboard between him and the guy on a sticky note from you when you take his notes), but said guy’s always buying you stuff and lending you erasers and laughing when you flick the shavings at the annoying girl who never stops whispering in the front of the room.

satoru tries to act unbothered, and he almost convinces everyone. including himself. but the angry, burning knot in his chest that's entirely different from coffee stains suggests something more. that should be him at your side. him, making balls of paper with rude scribbles and silly doodles to throw at the people he knows you don't like. him, surprising you with little gifts and the cheap trinkets he knows you adore so much instead of all the luxury things he could afford. there's no way this punk could possibly measure up to him, right? but at least you and satoru are well on your way to becoming friends again. not as close as you used to be, but it's something. substantial. and he's learned to be patient in the time you've been gone.

but he'd be lying through his teeth if he said he wasn't tired of it. he’s endlessly plagued with thoughts of increasing intensity— first, it starts out with just you. only you. the way he likes it. the way he likes your face, and your pretty eyes and your gorgeous lips and your soft hair and your figure and the complimenting clothes you wear. but it takes a turn; thoughts turn into dreams that turn into fantasies and he's lying when he says he doesn't enjoy them when he accidentally lets it slip during a group study session— and it’s all fine— but then, that guy appears. the brat who seems to sit a centimeter closer to you with each coming day. not only does he haunt satoru in real life, he’s tormenting his dreams, too. tainting the image of beautiful you.

needless to say, satoru starts to wake up with his hands gripping his damp pillow like he's choking it, acutely aware of the sweat sliding down his neck and over his chest as he stares up at the ceiling, listening to the dorm's air conditioner run and thinking of what it'd be like for dreams (the ones where he replaces the boy) to become reality.

it's a buildup. and soon, he reaches the apex; it's like a rollercoaster, that stomach-twisting moment when you reach the top of the rail that points to the steep descent downward. but this time, he hopes it's a thrill he gets instead of the usual falling fright; the one he got when he realized he’d slipped between your fingers in highschool.

and satoru finally comes to a grinding halt at the top of the ride one breezy fall day when he decides he wants you back in his life after you smile brightly at him and wave goodbye for the day. he’s tired of you having one foot in and one foot out of his heart; he wants, needs more. he always has, he realizes.

so he’s thinking about you and how to approach the feelings he’s realized during those long lectures, and one morning he comes up with some semblance of a plan when he’s high on the sugar from the fruit tea you bought him that morning. and he hopes that, by the end of it, he'll leave your apartment with your hand in his currently empty one, chilled with the remnants of cold condensation from the bottle.

soon enough, satoru finds himself extinguishing his nerves and raising a tense fist to knock on the door with nothing but the clothes on his back and a flimsy plan to ask you out on a midterm study sesh and maybe even a date, but he stops when he realizes it’s slightly ajar. a brief thought of what look might be on your face when he surprises you crosses his mind, so he lets himself in quietly, because he knows every single floorboard that creaks like the back of his palm from his childhood. he’s hit with a wave of warmth and an achingly familiar scent that twists at his heart, and your apartment is cozy and safe and it screams you and he thinks he catches sight of his jacket slung across the back of the couch in your living room, but he’s not sure so he takes a step forward and—

he’s greeted with the sight of that stupid guy with the nice hair and the freckles, and it makes his heart drop. but even worse, he’s kissing you and his arms are winding around your waist but you’re kissing him back with a slight hesitation that’s blinded to satoru by his shock and the fingers he thought would end up in his own tonight card through the boy’s hair and your lips glisten with the strawberry-kiwi flavored gloss he watched the boy give you a few days back and his world is turning red and he feels like his throat is constricting and he can’t breathe—

and he doesn’t even realize you’ve parted lips and you’re calling his name through the newfound tightness of his chest and the painful ringing in his ears thats even louder than any silence of a lecture hall, or the void that should’ve been filled with your voice during the time you were apart. but now satoru realizes he’d take that any fucking chance to have that again because it’s so much better than what he’s stuck with now. having you, but not really having you, because you’re there but you’re someone else’s and you’re not his and he isn’t yours. the best thing he could ever hope for was for you to own an article of his clothing and a piece of his shattered heart, broken into a million fragments. some cruel voice in his buzzing head reminds him to change the scoreboard to 0-100.

and he could buy you cheap hot coffee or earn your smiles from scrunched up paper balls or even hear your laugh with crude jokes, but there’s no point when he realizes he can’t buy you with caffeine or earn you with hitting the back of people’s heads with his bio notes or have you and your laugh all to himself anymore.

it’s almost pathetic, the way satoru’s voice cracks and changes. the look of unadulterated concern on the face of the boy who stole your lips just adds fuel to the fire.

“gojo? what are you doing here— hey, are you okay? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

he noticed you’d stopped calling him satoru a few weeks back. he should’ve seen it coming.

“huh? oh, yeah. i’m good. i think you’re the one hallucinating.”

he’d never told a bigger lie in his life.

satoru had left after excusing himself for intruding. how very unlike him to be so polite, you think.

so in the end, he leaves your apartment with something in his hand, after all. but it's not your own— just his blazer that you’d given back to him before he stepped out the door, taunting him with the faint scent of coffee and lingering perfume. his hope was foolish, so it seems. it’s too bad, he thinks. if it were him, he would’ve sandwiched you against your counter while he kissed. but it wasn’t. apparently, it was your turn for your stars to align at the price of his.

and so, gojo satoru, the boy force-turned man with a chipped ego and a completely broken heart, loses you again.

bonus bonus.. part 2….

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thestuffedalligator · 2 years

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Everyone says “Bram Stoker has no idea how Texans talk lmao” but we do get told that Quincey is making shit up to make Lucy giggle:

“…but he found out that it amused me to hear him talk American slang, and whenever I was present, and there was no one to be shocked, he said such funny things. I am afraid, my dear, he has to invent it all, for it fits exactly into whatever else he has to say.”

Which is the cutest shit and I refuse to let us interpret this scene without it.

#dracula #dracula daily #quincey morris

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paniatheweirdone · 7 months

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Kisses with them

The Decay Of Angels Edition.

Can't even write in peace in school- I got asked what I'm writing for like 20 times 🗿 anyway I hope you enjoy 😌🩷

TW: None?

Sigma

Very gentle and soft, he's probebly not experienced at all so he's anxious that he'll mess it up whether if it's your first kiss or not.

When the kiss gets too long he'll become an absolute mess- yell out his name for as long as you want, you wont be getting any answers, he's too stunned to speak.

At first he always asks before before kissing you. unless you start the kiss, then the only thing he wants is to melt to the ground saying you should at least give a warning first.

Loves to kiss you on the cheeks, the are the softest things ever to him.

Daydreams a lot about kissing you and he's so obvious about it, I mean what other reason would your partner be staring at your lips for so long?

Nikolai Gogol

Very short kisses and it's not because he gets flustered, he's just too excited to the point he can't sit still.

He's not gentle at all with his kisses, they're always passionate, fast and surprising, he's quite confident as well with his kisses.

He's full of surprises. For example, he'll use his portals to make you appear infront of him and you're not looking straight awhile walking so he can surprises with kisses or he'll randomly pick you up and kiss every bit of your face till he hears a giggle out of you.

Sometimes when you're talking to him or just explaining him something boring he'll give you a sudden kiss that will leave you confused trying to figure out what just happened.

He can't decide whether he likes to kiss you on the lips more or just your whole face, so he'll do both-

Bram Stoker

He could and would kiss you anywhere anyhow and would still wear a straight face.

It's not that he doesn't enjoy it, he just isn't sure how he should react, would even ask Aya about it-

Slow and gentle kisses, he wants you to enjoy it as much ashe does, and he would try to impress you as well by finding unique ways of kissing.

He would get in the mood for dancing if he hears music playing and then would kiss you deeply like a true gentleman after it.

Would kiss the knuckles of your hands it's one of his ways of showing you how muvh he loves and respects you.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Long, gentle and addictive, and it's not just the kiss itself, it's his movements that make everything look so perfect.

Like I said in my romantic Headcanons of him, he knows what to do to make you feel the way he wants it. He can make you fall in love more and more every seconds that passes, could make you feel you're the only important person on earth to him and he could make you feel weak with only his kisses.

Would steal your attention away with kisses from behind on your shoulder or neck.

His favorite parts to kiss are your shoulders and forehead.

Kisses with him can be drunkening, even though you can hear him murmuring something you can't understand, you would be too high from his kisses.

Aaaaaa I was melting writing these in school on my notebook- I really you enjoy it too <3