#im soft launching

[princeloww]

return of the david tennant 50 pack?

(review photos)

[idiocyextremist]

this is really insignificant in the grand scheme of my grades right now but i just had a major realisation in terms of my own sexuality

[yayll]

~ a little something about waking up next to Dazai, and he's unbearable as always ~

"I might just eat you alive..." He mumbles to himself, barely audible. His eyes are half-lidded, and he's barely blinked.

He's been watching you sleep next to him curled up like a kitten for the past hour, way past the time you usually wake up. He's the oversleeper, not you, and it makes him hyper aware of your bodily functions and if they're okay. He hasn't eaten properly in days, but you don't need to know that. He's rabid, and he knows he's being a total freak right now, but who will worry for you if not for him? He must rise up to be the voice of reason, the watchful eye that keeps you on track even if he can barely keep himself alive! He wishes you'd stay forever, where he could avoid his problems and take care of your every single need. He should be everything you need... He hopes. Then you'd never leave, and he would make sure to eat more, just for you. How perfect... selfish.

God, he just wants to crawl inside of you and make you his home, it's almost pathetic. You'd find him vile for the things he would do for you and your happiness, despite you already being so accepting of his dark past... You're simply heaven sent. He takes a deep breath, and lightly runs his knuckles down your jawline, as if carving them out of the precious material that you're made of. You begin to stir, and his pupils dilate instantly as he pulls back with anticipation.

"Mmm... Osamu..."

You murmur sleepily as your chest rises up and down ever so slowly. He's freaking out. It's bad for his health to hear the way you say his name as if it were a healing oath, a spell that only works on him.

"Wakey wakey~"

Dazai's propping himself up on one elbow, a calculating smile plastered on his lips as if he were in on something you weren't. You pop open one eye, and groan softly.

"You're up... early"

"Yes!"

"Why..." You yawn like the silly little thing you are. He gasps in mock offense, clutching his chest.

"Can't a fortunate guy like ME just be happy that we both live to see another beautiful day?!"

He winks, and boops the tip of your nose, this gets a muffled snort out of you that causes you to bury your face into the pillow. He's addicted to the rush of causing any joy in your life, it's disgusting. When you don't lift your face back up, he scrunches up his face, and reaches out to stroke a strand of your silky hair, but his intrusive thoughts win and he tugs on it as payback for possibly falling asleep again. He needs your attention, and you're sleeping? Insanity. You swat at him, blindly smacking his arm away.

Oh, how he loves that you're the only person who truly sees him past his myriad of theatrics.

"Oh my... a slap from you feels wonderful!"

He rubs his arm, and grabs the hand that swatted him, bringing it up to kiss the pulse point on your wrist. Feather like kisses, almost undetectable... until you lift your face up from the pillow, finally.

He gazes at you as he rubs his face onto your hand like a cat greeting its owner, purring as if he were starved for affection. For a moment, his gaze becomes more serious, detached, as if he were thrown back into a distant memory. He can't describe the feeling, but the way your hand feels against his cheek is a warmth he hasn't felt in ages. His eyes sting, and he blinks the wetness away before you can notice as he hears your angelic voice again. He's back to his usual self.

"Osamu... You're being annoying"

"You think I'm just annoying?~"

His voice comes out in a tender whisper, his mouth curled up into a mischievous grin. He's insufferable. He could be anything for you if you wanted it. Especially annoying! He almost drools when you roll your eyes affectionately at him, the coldness in his heart disappears as he leans in just a little, invading your personal space as always, eager to hear your reply.

"Amongst other things, yes..."

You flash him a sweet little smile, and it mends all that is wrong in the world. The pink in your cheeks is starting to turn red, and it sends him to the moon. He hums, slowly nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck, it's his turn to curl up. You run your fingers through his messy hair that tickles you, feeling the warmth of Dazai's breaths against the back of your ear.

"Hmm, do I look like a pillow to you?"

He can hear the smile in your murmur, and he pulls back from your neck briefly, peering at you through his messy bangs, those intense hazelnut eyes demanding your attention, and his voice drips with an aching devotion that oozes like honey. he moves his lips to your ear, and whispers.

".. You look like an angel to me."

He watches you self destruct at his painfully smooth delivery of a compliment, and secretly rewards himself for once again giving you another reason to never leave. He's got it all!

Romance, self deprecating humor, an inability to properly process his emotions and grief, but more importantly, an undying commitment to stay alive against all odds so that he may see another day of you in his arms... or you helping him change his bandages... or-

He's cut short by you grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him into the most sinfully delicious kiss known to man, and he could swear that despite all his efforts, this might be what ACTUALLY kills him.

[toonyangel]

Absolutely in LOVE with the way you draw the boys it's just makes my heart melt

For the ask, what would be considered the gang's fav food?

Oh my goodness thank you so much!! 🤍💫💫I'm glad you like it!

Also sorry this took forever to respond to! 😭

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Additional notes under cut! For au stuff I suppose :p

Mugman is a lot more specific about taste, and he sticks to the same few foods- but spaghetti is his favorite by a long shot! 🍝

Chalice hasn't been able to properly taste anything since she died, and she doesn't need to eat- but that doesn't stop her from getting ice cream whenever she can ice 🍨

Cuphead is the opposite of Mugman in that he will eat anything and everything that's slightly edible.. but his go-to is hotdogs :] 🌭

Bendy has yet to find any soup in inkwell that rivals the bacon soup from back home- though, the soup actually having color is nice! The inky, lumpy stuff from back home looks a bit unappetizing...

[l4ndoscars]

lando posting oscar not one, but THREE times on his jpg account, they make me SICK

[kokoasci]

weekend sketch dump

[gunsatthaphan]

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[carn4g3]

M. Vampire x Immortal Reader

TWs: Descriptions of blood, death, & alcohol (nothing too crazy)

He really didn't mean to get caught up like this. Too focused on his studies, he had neglected to think of how many times he told himself, “just another hour.” Shuffling like a mindless idiot between his study and cold storage, he didn’t even notice he had run low on food until he was groping uselessly at the empty cooler. Now, he was stumbling through this populated human city like a drunk, starved out of his mind.

It was demeaning, truly. Clutching the filthy brick exterior of some building like it were a lifeline, he could feel the mortar crumbling under the strength of his nails alone. Despite his careful adherence to the cover of the shadow, he still ran into individuals who felt the pathetic need to converse with him. Relegating himself to just the alleyways, as a result, he was overwhelmed by the stench of rotting food, garbage, and mildew. It didn’t help that the occasional hoots and hollers of drunken pedestrians bounced off the close-set buildings like some sort of personal torture chamber.

He despised the city, despised the people, but what other choice did he have?

Feeling the pulse of music beneath his palm, he knew he had found himself at a club of some sort. Likely spilling with tourists, he didn’t even need to go inside to sense the delectable thump of fast heartbeats and rushing blood. At this time of the night, he was sure most of them had been long since corrupted by the bitter charms of alcohol, but he was hardly in a state to be picky right now.

With a shaky breath, he raised his head and steeled himself to leave his makeshift safe-haven. He would only need to step into the light for a moment to draw the attention of some passerby. It would be easy to compel them into the dark before anyone noticed their disappearance. The thought of fresh blood on his tongue had his stomach twisting in anticipation, but he couldn’t be too hasty. He was far too starved to handle the intricacies of a dead body. Once he felt that telltale slowing of the pulse, he’d abandon his catch just as their eyelids fluttered shut. With just a little prompting, they’d be easily picked up by one of the lingering club bouncers and both would walk off assuming the issue had simply been one too many drinks.

It was far from a representation of his real genius, but it would be adequate for now. As soon as he got something in his system, he could come up with a strategy far less juvenile.

Then, of course, you came right for him.

"Hey," the voice echoed unpleasantly in his ears, "Are you alright?"

How you managed to see him despite his elaborate positioning was a mystery he would remain unaware of. All too quickly, you were approaching him. Your scent invaded his every thought, sweet but unmistakably diluted by alcohol. He couldn't miss the drunken lilt to your kind words with that in mind. Your speech intoxicating in its own way, it sent a shiver down his spine. Though, the pleasure of the moment was quickly ripped away by the brush of fingertips against his clothed shoulder.

The unexpected touch seized him like an electric jolt. Whirling around to look at you, he was met by the sight of an average partygoer. Your clothing was far from professional, perhaps immodest if he still concerned himself with the beauty standards of times past.

"Do you need me to call someone for you?" You mimicked the gesture of picking up a phone as though he was unable to understand your words.

Ordinarily, the assumption that he was incompetent would enrage him. Though, there was something about the hint of concern in your eyes-- surely, it was just his hunger. Shooting out from his side, he wrapped a hand easily around your wrist. Your pulse beating underneath his fingertips was sinfully tempting. He should have sunk his teeth in right then and there, not bothered himself with the useless pleasantry of talk. Yet, the words slipped from his tongue as though it were second nature.

"I'm fine." He spoke sharply, the response accented as he attempted to accommodate your language.

At first, he received no response. Your pulse quickened momentarily, perhaps the surprise of his touch or perhaps something else. Your eyes fell instantly to his hand, examining its undertones of death and the sharp, clawed nails that threatened to dig into your flesh. As he spoke, your gaze moved to his lips. Your intrigue caused him to question if he had foolishly abandoned his well-practiced mouth posture and speaking mannerisms-- revealing his fangs. He would never truly know as it was all washed over by your look of recognition.

"Ah." The sound seemed like an involuntary expression from you.

It was your continued speech that shocked him more, "You can go ahead. I'll be fine."

Bending your wrist in his grip, you raised it slightly to present your awaiting veins. Was he drooling? It didn't matter anymore. Pulling you closer to his form, he ignored your offered limb in favor of sinking his teeth straight into your far more desirable neck.

Like a five course meal, the blood that bubbled from your skin and seeped onto his tongue was divine. He couldn’t remember the last time he had tasted blood warmed so exquisitely like this. Not only that, the taste was unique to any that he had tasted from a human before. The cheap blood alcohol he usually found himself disgusted by like a fine wine pairing. Lost in the pure ecstasy of the moment, he didn’t even notice when you fell limp in his hold.

Only when your blood began to flow less readily into his awaiting mouth did he think to finally pull away from you. Surprised by how quickly your body began to fall backwards, he only barely managed to steady a hand on your waist and shoulder before you crashed into the ground below. Looking down at you, it would be generous to call you unconscious; you were downright deceased.

“Damnit!” He hissed

Angry bruising had formed on your neck, though it was already beginning to lack that fleshy tone it should have embodied. He didn’t need to touch the pulse point to tell that the gentle beating of life had stopped. Cursing himself for yet another mistake tonight, he felt himself finally regathering his previously abandoned wits.

He needed to do something with your body and fast. The easiest solution would be to bury you, perhaps where no one would check until it was far too late to properly discern what had caused your end. Maybe, he could even try to pass this off as another, messy vampire’s doing. Surely there was a location somewhere around here that could be deemed as a hotspot. Though, looking down at your placid features, the thought of leaving you in such a way left him feeling a little undignified— perhaps the hunger was still getting to him.

Gently laying your body against the ground, he grimaced at the sight of your hair sprawled across the filthy cobble. It only served to remind him of the way his own clothing dirtied as he kneeled beside you. Why in God’s name was he even doing this?

Examining your form, he managed to locate your mobile device. Not sure what he could do with the information it held, he investigated it anyway just in case. Struggling to activate the device, he chastised himself for not keeping up with the rapid advancements of the tech age. With his attention turned there, he hardly noticed as your body began to gain life once more. The soft thump of your heart was practically just a background noise, until of course you were sitting up like the living dead.

“Fuck.” He damn near shrieked at the sound of your voice.

Having risen quite quickly, you paused to grip your head. Not fully recovered from the effects of such severe blood loss, a pulsing pain reverberated in your skull from the harsh awakening. Eyes fluttering open, you were thankful to not be met by any harsh lighting, though it did pull you to question where you had ended up exactly.

The vampire man beside you had to do a double take to make sure he hadn’t just entirely lost his mind. Though, as your eyes met, you seemed entirely unperturbed.

“Oh yeah!” Recognition flashed over your features, “You feeling any better now?”

He gaped at the casual tone. You were acting as though he were the one having sustained grave injury.

“You were dead.” He noted incredulously.

“Yeah, it happens sometimes,” Your nonchalance would be infuriating if he wasn’t so relieved, “Just give me a minute and I’ll be good.”

He sputtered for a few moments, unsure of where to go from here but feeling the need to say something else, “You… what are you?”

The question lacked all his usual decorum, but you seemed endeared by it anyways, “Oh, I’m only immortal— nothing special.”

Nothing special? He could only scoff at such a ridiculous claim, “Humans… your type are not typically immortal.”

“Yeah, it’s a bit of a long story,” You replied, eyes falling to your phone in his hand, “Thanks for getting that, would be annoying if it broke or something.”

He wasn’t going to correct your assumption as you plucked the device from his hands. He had expected you to elaborate further on this supposed long story, but you instead turned your attention to the contraption.

“Looks like my friends are at a bar nearby too! I bet I can get a few more drinks in, huh?” He found it unnecessary for you to try to include him in such a decision, especially such a stupid one.

“No,” He protested quickly, “You should not be drinking. You need to return home.”

“Come on, it’s still early!” You turned the blindingly bright phone screen to him as though it would influence his opinion in any way.

“Besides, I’m fine!” To further try to prove your point, you quickly assumed a standing position.

Once again, he only barely managed to move into action before you stumbled back onto the pavement below, “Ok… maybe not.”

“I will walk you home.” He insisted.

Such words felt foreign on his lips. He never fraternized with anyone willingly, much less humans. However, he supposed there was a bit of an exception to your situation which posed itself as more intriguing than the average human. In all of his supernatural studies, he had almost rarely come across a case of an immortal human. His mind itched to know what had allowed you to reach such a state, and, perhaps, he also felt a gut-wrenching guilt at having indulged in your blood like some sort of glutton.

“Well, aren’t you a gentleman!” You placed your hands against his upper arm, as though you two were a romantic couple, and he couldn’t find himself minding the touch.

“Lead the way!” You declared.

“I’m not aware of where your home is.” He reminded you awkwardly.

“Oh right. Sorry, muscle memory,” He didn’t want to question what you meant by such an explanation, “I’ll lead the way!”

Surging forward, you shakily led the two of you out of the alleyway and down the winding, night streets.

(SPACER)

A/N: Very different from my usual content, but if this does well I’m considering expanding to some more monster fucker writing

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𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖡𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋! 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒, “𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍, 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒?“ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌. 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝗌, “𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒?“

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y/n.y/l/n

liked by christophersturniolo, nicolassturniolo and others

y/n.y/l/n love, love, love

matthew.sturniolo: miss you kid ❤︎︎by author

y/n.y/l/n: 🤍🤍

sturniologirl_37: I know chris when I see him!!

nicolassturniolo: ahh can’t wait to see u againn! ❤︎︎ by author

y/n.y/l/n: you 2!!

mrwrinkleton_22: I’m so excited omgomg!!

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christophersturniolo

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christophersturniolo pretty in the fall <3

nicolassturniolo: who are these cuties 👀 ❤︎︎ by author

christophersturniolo: 😁💕

Marylou4life_: omg y/n posted at the same time as chris?!??!??

matthew.sturniolo: ohhhh hes is in love ❤︎︎ by author

christophersturniolo: 👀👀

freshlovelover: am I going crazy or is that y/n..!!

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the post you and chris made were risky, especially not knowing what others would think, but you were happy and that’s all that mattered to chris.

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : truly’s note to you : :;

I really hope you guys enjoyed this! it was based off of this poll! give me more requests of what I should post!!

xoxo, truly

[scramratz]

Being bisexual is only cool if you're transgender or Frank Ocean

[nicholasistrying]

steve rogers as a boy dad

"tony as a girl dad" this "bucky as a girl dad" that WHAT ABOUT STEVE AS A BOY DAD? - ultimate frisbee. all. the. time. - they're both awful at cooking (steve only knows how to boil potatoes) - awkward puberty talks except steve never really experienced puberty so they're just staring at each other - being the father his dad never was for him - lots of arguments as the kid gets older ("it's not my fault you're a 100 year old virgin!" "WHAT!?") - steve teaching him to ride the motorcycle (he crashes it) - the kid starts getting into fights at school and steve's just like "well what did they say?" - steve at the pta meetings surrounded by moms (natasha joins him once and they leave him alone after that) - the kid and peter become instant friends and it annoys tony and steve to no end - steve talking about bucky and the only thing the kid can think is "this is so gay..."

[gr8otaco]

I can personally do a whole analysis rant about why raditz deserved better, based off this one manga panel image if anyone's interested.

[dearmyloveleys]

so I watched more of the netflix conference. it’s confirmed in canon, not casual between suho and sieun now.

[bottomsonlybar]

i need to go to bed but i just watched the video and i just wanna say i was really wondering how they were gonna explain this one away. but somehow they managed to be super vague and also not say outright that they're actually /not/ a couple. and like. dan straight up made fun of phil for going into no homo territory. wild times

[pauvre-lola]

minouche my pink fairy baby................ wishin strawberries season upon yall

[nixotinix]

POV; you're a teenage boy in gotham who was dared by your friends to go snoop around the creepy farm on the outskirts of the city