#and my brain went

[oifaaa]

Coming to the slow horrific realisation that my favourite one piece character is probably Sanji which is honestly so anti feminist of me that I may be dropping the series immediately

[utterqueerdisasterthesimp]

aaaaa

[spannardnation]

never forget

[songmingisthighs]

how is it that it just dawned on me that i saw ateez in person almost 3 months after the actual concert ???

[autumnfaepuppy]

today he bit at my hands and uh um ahh im so gay

[glaciem-draco]

Spending my days thinking Phayu really does look like he could be Vegas' son...

In this non-existent essay I will...

[bhaalsdeepbat]

writing some thoughts about karlach and astarion send help

[silenthilllz]

kuroo can yoou even see with your hair over your eyes

[whitegoldtower]

It’s 3AM and I desperately need to sleep but here, I wrote pure fucking filth. ‘Ave it. It’s Eddie and Vingalmo having weird violent vampire sex.

(Also if you know me irl don’t bring this up in person, I would literally rather eat a brick. I would pass away. Is it hot? Yep. Am I ashamed? Also yep.)

👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE KEEP SCROLLING 👹👹👹👹👹👹

Edward Van Blagden had decided he’d had enough of this.

Enough of Vingalmo’s fighting, enough of their rivalry. Eddie was putting poor Orthjolf to shame; the nord’s words could never sting as well as the imperial’s. He had him precisely where he wanted him, now, the two vampires all fangs and claws as Edward pinned the struggling, kicking mer to the table. He hissed in his face viciously, watching with satisfaction as Vingalmo instinctively recoiled, his ears flattening against his head.

His hand was fisted at Vingalmo’s silky, pale golden throat, gossamer hair tangled in his fingers.

The taller, lankier vampire took a calculated risk, feigning a loss of consciousness, then, and despite his status as financial advisor to the court… by the divines, was he bad at arithmetic.

He was a ticking time bomb now, just bluffing and waiting for the correct moment to spring back to life and compromise their positioning. A poor calculation. Eddie expected better than this below-the-belt parlour trick.

So he would gain the upper hand this time, well and truly; make Vingalmo think that he would be about to find his fangs in his neck.

But then he paused.

The mer’s cheeks were flushed with stolen blood, lips parted for air, his body still with anticipation.

What if? What if it didn’t have to be this way? What if they didn’t need to fight like this, however much they both enjoyed it…?

Evidently, Vingalmo was too anxious to wait any longer, however the second he opened those carmine eyes, Edward had lunged.

He’d intercepted his own path to the mer’s throat, and gone for somewhere else instead.

His lips, that mouth… Gods, why hadn’t he done this before?

The hand at Edward’s collar faltered, Vingalmo finding himself pressed against the wood, now, with a muffled yelp.

The imperial couldn’t stop himself. The dominance of it all, the power, the sizzling tension between them… his mind was drunk on it.

Both men let out soft growls as the dark haired man adjusted himself between the fair one’s legs, finding slender calves at his back, strong equestrian thighs at his waist, porcelain heels digging into his lower spine. Vingalmo was pulling him closer.

“Mmph…”

Edward was the first to break their kiss, realising his dilemma.

“What? Stuck, are we?” Vingalmo teased in that infuriatingly gorgeous rasp, his legs only tightening, “Pity- Ah!”

He rammed himself against the taller vampire in protest, crushing him further into the table, knocking the wind right out of his lungs.

Still, he refused to let go. He was even laughing, now.

“You’re not going anywhere as long as I can keep you here, Eddie.”

Edward kissed him savagely,

“I hate you,” another toothy kiss, “I hate you so much, don’t you dare stop.”

They crashed to the floor, struggling with one another again, pupils blown as wide as the moon. Vingalmo was sat on him, now, legs still constricting his hips, forcing him to lay still. Unless…

Edward bucked his hips upwards, knocking Vingalmo off balance.

“Argh! Fool! Edward, I’ll-“

“You’ll what?” He snarled in response, gripping his wrists, either side of his fair head. “You’ll fuck me?” He added, more quietly.

“Have some class.” Vingalmo spat, leaning up to bite at Edward’s mouth, coming away with fresh blood.

Once more, they were locking fangs, nipping, biting, pulling, sucking. Vingalmo tore his hands free, gripping at Edward’s ribcage, almost screaming at the contact when their hips finally collided. The mer was writhing around in an ecstatic puddle, claws raking up and down scarlet rivers beneath Edward’s blouse.

Both men were dizzy with the heat and the heaviness of their breathing, the two vampires feeling the blood in their body rush south, engorging neglected organs, and then also up into their lips, swelling them, plumping them. The sensations in their mouths heightened, the blood only lubricating their fervent movements, teeth longing for the plunge, tongues sliding messily together as they devoured one another, their battle becoming an entirely new beast.

Each gasp, each groan, each blood-tinted moan resonated through the other like the reverberations of bowed strings in a well-loved cello. Vingalmo was beginning to taste of defeat.

Edward nipped his jaw, the corner of his mouth, then sucked ever so sweetly at the sensitive curve of his ear, and at that very moment, Vingalmo yielded.

“Oh, yes…” He sighed, “You insufferable thing, right there…”

Sweat now shimmered on his brow, his chest heaving, thighs beginning to clench.

His ear twitched to the side at the overwhelming sensation, eyes rolling back and flickering shut, lips finding Edward’s exposed collarbone.

“Keep going…”

Vingalmo whimpered softly, fangs pricking the surface of Edward’s marble skin, preparing for the inevitable penetration and the euphoria that would follow.

With a sharp exhale, he sank them in slowly, the warmth and rush of blood engulfing his teeth, making them tingle with pleasure, his lips throbbing with need as he suctioned them over the imperial’s collar.

For the first time in their encounter, the dark haired one moaned; a filthy, husky sound that set Vingalmo’s loins aflame with desire. He withdrew, moving up, sharing a look with the younger vampire before they both agreed to bite in unison, needing to share that high.

At the same time that Vingalmo plunged his fangs into Edward’s throat, he found his own being bitten. Their voices melted together in synchronised pleasure, the wound on Edward’s chest spilling blood between them in hot, sticky splatters.

They began to move, rutting against one another like stags in heat, coming away with bloodied velvet. Each snag of flesh under teeth, each pulse against the lips, every single fibre of material rubbing against their arousals only served to heighten their experience.

“Mm!” Vingalmo’s whimpers became needful whines, devolving into entirely debauched groans of lust, and Edward was no better, his inky black hair tipped onto the flagstone, mixing with the milky white of Vingalmo’s long tresses.

They held one another’s hips and rode their thighs until they could no more, mouths bursting away from their wounds with unified cries of euphoric bliss, the slip of blood between them setting their skin alight.

“I’m-!”

“Yes!”

“Vingalmo, I-!”

“Me too - Ah, That’s it!”

“Dear gods!”

“Oh!”

Vingalmo’s shout was muffled by Edward’s mouth suddenly, his head swimming with the sheer force of their newly forged blood-bond. It was crashing through their veins now, their bodies twitching and jerking in the exultant aftermath of their rapture.

…

The empty crypt was completely silent, the fog hanging heavily over them like a sort of blanket while they took a moment to return from oblivion.

Vingalmo fixed Edward with a piercing glare.

“We never speak of this. Ever.”

A breathless chuckle. Arguably, the best sex either of them had had to date, and fully clothed, nonetheless. Another quiet moment passed. Edward broke it, this time.

“… Again?”

Without hesitation, he received his response:

“Again.”

[always-andromeda]

Okay I have done my daily dose of patriotism for today (watched Rihanna’s halftime show) time to get right back to my asmr cuddling audio bc I didn’t get a nap today and I am sweepy.

[corkinavoid]

My first thought was, 'when did they give Jason Todd to the wolves'

do yall think there is a universe where Jason was given to one direction instead of the wolves

[atalana]

the curse of adhd:

i will remember with absolute clarity, when the thought strikes me that i have a text to send someone, that this is the fourth time in three days i've attempted to send this specific text

i will forget, in the time it takes me to pick up my phone, that i picked it up intending to send a text

[virtualplushy]

healing is when you have an intrusive thought and instead of having a meltdown you go “girl what?? shut up” and move on

[disorganisedautodidact]

this is true - my neighbour's noise is immediately easier to fall asleep to now that I actually know her, plus she's actually considerate when I do ask her to turn it down a bit! Talking to your neighbours helps

Trixie Mattel is right, getting to know your neighbors is the best inoculation against being annoyed by their noise. it only works up to a certain point, but for just regular footsteps or the occasional bass leaking through or a party once in a while, the anonymous Fucking Neighbors are people i will kill for doing their laundry at 10:14pm, but Steven and Ray who live upstairs and sometimes have to jog across their hardwood at 8:39am because they forgot to pick up their Clif bar before they put on their shoes for work are my good pals and i look forward to barricading the building together during the financial collapse.

[the-kneesbees]

ringo starr you brought me down from a panic attack i love you ringo starr

[estoanquez]

Me and My Shadow

"Self-Portrait with Death Playing the Fiddle" by Arnold Böcklin, except it's Emmrich...s?