#i am a terrible person

[academic-vampire]

(I have never related to something more)

[awakentrashpanda]

@shaziztrazh

“Bobby I’ve been discontinued, Please stop beatboxing”

Ref:

[abirdie]

[cheatsykoopa98]

Im comparing myself to bigger artists again uuuuuuugh 🫠

[lovliestars]

my grandma with cancer just talked about how she got like 6 huge bottles of shower gel for christmas and she was like “it’ll take me years to finish these😊😊” and i said “your set for the rest of your life!”

i can’t look at her in the eyes anymore

[dyrewrites]

Bloodhound -- remember to play with your toys

The fish was smirking. Leandro did not like that the fish was smirking, but he enjoyed the dramatic kiss a great deal less. Running ideas through his head for what he’d screech when Deluca finally swayed his big ass out the door—buttoning his shirt as he did—he lost them when said door opened.

Devolving into a rant, “That was degrading, hearing it was degrading enough but that kiss. Was it to hurt me, because it felt personal.”

“I’m sure it was,” Deluca said as he slipped his shoes on and ran a hand through his hair before turning to wiggle fingers at Plagios.

Whose sudden presence at the door stuttered Leandro back a few steps. More when the giant—whose height would tower over his beast—glared far too bright.

“You let that,” he spat, quiet and close to Deluca as he followed the swaying goofy grin down a walkway, switching language to further assure the creature didn’t hear, “hai lasciato che quella creatura ti toccasse?”

The sound of Leandro asking if he let a ‘creature’ touch him made Deluca sputter and laugh throaty and loud. Fully sated in a way he hadn’t been in decades—since Lucient, shame would remind, were it able—with no ounce of him begging for anything, he couldn’t help it.

His laughter continued into a crowded thoroughfare.

It was not appreciated, “I come all this way to find you and you were screaming in ecstasy for a nightmare but you’re laughing at me?”

Heady bliss coloring his words, he giggled, “you are quite laughable, Leandro. All you do is laughable,” smiling at morning crowds filing into streets, Deluca hopped into a massive turtle trolley for a slower ride—to bask while his shame was a mere whimper.

“Touring Tortoise,” was its technical designation. Name suggesting its purpose. Route defined, the construct meandered along a set path, passing areas most visited by tourists. Of which Deluca was, and correctly assumed the hotel would be on its route.

Leandro hopped in with and growled at the two bites of prey inside until they fled, “What were you even doing with that thing? I thought you were with a client. You are a detective aren’t you? Or was I right before,” sneering, he leaned forward to say it in the tongue he knew would sting more, “sale petite pu—”

“Don’t,” Deluca cut, smile broken, “and I’m the one who should be asking questions,” leaning close enough to ensure the wolf felt his heat, he savored the whimper, “why are you here, Leandro?”

“I was in the area, caught your scent,” He lied, flopping against the seat, to flee that delectable heat as he pouted, “and you were being unreasonable.”

“I was being honest,” leaning back, Deluca sighed, mourning the loss of afterglow—wondering how long he’d have held him, with all those arms—as he watched other trolleys and autos click by quicker on their mechanical legs.

Would he have let me hold him, perhaps led me to his bed? Thoughts dipped to more intimate moments, mundane and sorely missed, while shame yet whispered too quiet to sting. His hotel was actually a decent distance without his speed, and he mourned that as well.

When Leandro growled for his attention, earning it, “Your blood muddies me, I can’t think straight with you in my veins and in my ears and yet you track me down. Interrupting me. Again. To act the jealous lover when you knew what this was.”

Waving a hand, and ignoring the past tense used, the mocking tone was not the best option but it was his, “Right, the husband in a box you won’t stop pining for. I get that,” smiling at the stern face, he slid across the—terribly wide—turtle construct they shared and pressed in close to one who clearly did not appreciate it, “But why do you need to spread yourself all over Europe when I could be everything you need?”

“Non ascolti mai, cazzo,” a gruffer voice responded before the sigh, “I’m not having this conversation,” remaining where he was Deluca groaned for the wider eyes he turned to, “this wasn’t the only reason you hunted me down, was it?”

“No,” they answered, as Leandro smiled, “I have a case, for the anomalous Detective.”

“Something you’ve yet to explain how you know,” Scoffing for the playful grin he waved his words out, “what’s the case?”

Perking, Leandro crossed his legs and wiggled one as he answered, “A pup got out and bit a kid. So now there’s a little wolf out there. Maybe, I’ll need to test. None of their pack care to look and my nose can only do so much...so I thought I’d ask the Detective.” Leaning, he added, “I can pay.”

“I work off favors,” Deluca said as he looked outside, “and I have a missing woman to find before she kills again, but I can help after. How long until it turns?”

Trying to earn his eyes failed with the lean to claim it, and Leandro sighed, flopping against the back of the seat, “Full moon, usually, but anytime close is possible.”

“So we have a few days before it’s a problem,” nodding as he spoke, Deluca spied the foliage outside his hotel and hopped off the slow moving trolley, “since you’re so good at tracking me down, come find me when needed.” Waving behind him as he walked too slowly to the hotel, he called back, “Fino ad allora, Leandro.”

No, he wasn’t going to stand for the big hot vampire walking away from him again. Rushing to block his entry into the hotel, ignoring the sigh, Leandro rubbed stiff shoulders as he spoke, “You have someone to find?”

“Si,” Deluca allowed the hands, but didn’t take the waist begging his.

“I found you,” Leandro cooed, angling for an ear, licking the silver in it when he wasn’t shoved away, “and you were five countries and a handful of islands away.”

Deluca would call the expression aimed at him desperation but most would call it smug, he agreed with it anyway—because it had a point, “Mi pentirò di questo.”

“You will not regret it,” Leandro corrected, “or working with me,” he added, trying to slip an arm around Deluca’s.

It was shaken off, “No,” gesturing between them and shaking his head, he added, “this is not happening. I will accept your help, as payment for my helping you with the pup, but when all is finished...so are we.”

Leandro did not take those words too well...

[peterb-aka-reason-to-life]

Well...I've been gone for a month (again), and I'm back (again) to share some slightly dated but still beautiful concept art (argh, again)

I apologize to all those wonderful people who wrote to me all this time and did not receive an answer, I will provide it immediately

[let-me-rot-in-peace]

most of the stuff on the internet about b!nge eating is like: yOur’E ProBAblY B!nGing BecAUse YoUr’E NoT EatINg ThReE bAlanCed MeALs a dAy!

like no shit…

[supermarvelgirl15]

My friend started playing The Last of Us Part II and is texting me asking when she gets to play as Joel again 🥹

[gurggggleburgle]

every time i think about the svsss donghau i think about how shitty the geometry and texture is on this is just soooo fucking whack and i laugh. but it also lets me think about how potentially the actual explanation for all of this is that binghe is not actually not that good at cooking. He’s decent and all around talented, but Shen Yuan despite being a rich ass bitch doesn’t know what good food is and has a sad white girl on tik tok energy when it comes to cooking and just eating nice food in general. Man died of food poisoning and you can’t tell me it wasn’t from eating 4 year out of date cup of yogurt he found in the back of the fridge while dipping in goldfish crackers into ranch and angrily typing his comments while having had instant noodle things and cheap ass takeout that’s almost a little sketch but whatever the delivery time was short ASF for 3 weeks in a row.

Chronically ill and weak bodied Shen Yuan is absolute classic but the crack theory and visual that the man just literally doesn’t know what a good bowl of congee is supposed to be despite everything is fucking hilarious to me. It’s like when my mom forgets to buy apple sauce for latkes or when people try to tell me there isn’t a difference between jewish and southern bbq style brisket. I just think it’s funny to imagine this bitch doesn’t know what good food should taste like despite everything, especially considering the world is a shitty novel full of hyperbole.

The concept that binghe’s cooking is just overblown is chef’s kiss mwha to my gremlin loving being who loves chaos in all things. orgasmic cooking my ass. he gets 3.1 stars on yelp from me

[aethericfist]

today I learnt you shouldn't just tell someone they have an unemployment vibe

and no apparently it also doesn't matter that I was spot on

weird

[worthyking]

i have this pre-wedding party thing in a couple of hours (am going to be late) and IDKKK how much money to give because I truly truly am not close to her at all (was shook to be invited tbh?) but I don't want to be cheap but I also am broke..was thinking $50 but it seems v low and if we were friend friends I would give way more but for the status of our relationship...idk??

[anthro-cat]

everyone deserves to live no matter how rude or stupid or annoying or EVIL they are

i want to stop lying to myself. i can't bring myself to kill someone.

"kill billionaries" this. "kill CEOS" that.

what if i'm unable to kill? what if i'm scared of becoming a mean person? what do i do then?

do i hurt until they are reduced to a whimpering pile of meat but never actually kill them?

or do i be kind forever and ever and get beaten up constantly for my stupidity?

do i ignore every action i can take against evil people and be a cohort for their terrible plans?

what do i do?

[hey-imma-fangirl]

Do you ever get a feeling that you’re forgetting something…?

………. Oh my god-

Oh my god I am-

OH MY GOD I DID-

I’m so sorry @aliteralceilingfan 😣😣😣

[yesterdayiwrote]

Apparently I have over 100 unanswered asks in my inbox and I’m so sorry if you’ve sent me something and I’ve not answered it publicly. I genuinely do read every single one but the speed the discourse moves at times I don’t get around to answering them quick enough 🫣🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

[dyrewrites]

"Does canned soup expire?"

"I don't know, but I was going to make BLTs today."

"Oh, that's much better than what I was doing."

"Was it the ham soup that's been sitting in the basement forever?"

"Yeah, two years passed it's sell by."

"Well, good you found it. I was going to put it in that little baggy the scouts bring over...you know, for the children."

It's been a while since I heard my husband try so hard not to laugh it came out of his nose in a tiny "honk".

I'm proud of that, so I share.