#insom

[grotesquehydra]

SO HOW ABOUT THAT TRAILER?

[confused-mortal-being-ft-adhd]

Me: *Physically exhausted on the couch, can't keep my eyes open while scrolling through social media*

Also, me: *crawls into bed* *wide awake*

[jasbell]

Khao voice claims

Cuz i can

[insomgl]

What are they doing to our engineers

[vamprnce]

I must always draw them silly and cute together 💘🫶

based off of that one petermj panel + also bonus unmasked Pete version under the cut :)

[belataylorr]

Vincent with a new look

(Inspired by magazines from the 70s)

[m3llowm1sh]

doodles and stuff of all my favorite guys !!!!!

[multifairyus]

Punkflower hairday fics are gonna do it for me…every…single…time. Every time. There are other culturally black things I enjoy seeing too like attending cookouts or whatever…but it’s just….the acts of service…thinking of what style suits the other best…the gentle care they take with in each others head (cuz they’re BOTH tenderheaded!!!) the non sexual intimacy of it all is just too much Black love is so beautiful

[sirwow]

woe doodle dump

ft some possession au posting

[outhereinnevada]

Insom and her employer Pest

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

Needed

PROMPT: “I've never needed anyone like I need you.��

CHARACTERS: Troy Otto x Female Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood/gore, nightmares, slight fluff

Wiping the blood and sweat from her face with a wet rag, Y/N looked back at herself in the mirror. Her lips pulled to the side as she tried to remember the old herself before the world fell to chaos and all shit hit the fan. She was innocent once… more innocent than now at least, 

Now, she finds joy in the feeling of wiping blood and decaying matter off of  the dagger she stole of the dead a year back. 

A figure leans on the door frame behind her, his silhouette outlining her own in the reflection. A towel flew past her side, landing in a pile on the floor with her own, both a mess of browns and reds. The figure closed the distance between them. His hands, large and calloused wrap around her middle while his chin nooks into the hollow at the side of her neck. 

The face she was making previously shifts into a grin. 

“You and the boys could have dealt with that group easily, you didn't need me.” She spoke in a hushed tone, knowing the sun was nearly risen and the neighbors on the opposite side of the wall deserved a few hours of rest. The man, Troy, snuggled his chin against her further. The stubble of his slow growing beard rubbing harshly on the sensitive spot on her skin, his lips dry but always beckoning curl against her hairline. 

“I've never needed anyone like I need you.” his low grumble vibrated through her body, his arms pulling her backwards into his chest while his eyes fluttered closed beginning to sway them both to bed. His stepping was groggy, almost sending them both into the side of the large wooden dresser. “And right now, I need you in bed so I can sleep.”

“With limited nightmares?” She giggled into his hair, wrapping her fingers in the strands of curls as his bottom half hit the mattress.

“With limited nightmares.” His face melted into her chest, now at eye level, and his grin grew at her comment. Not that she was lying, they both knew he had a habit of tired nights of tossing and turning from the demons in his skull, but that was always his excuse to get close to her. 

Troy wasn’t the greatest at sharing his desires romantically, so he would make up reasons to have her stay the night at the beginning of their relationship. Even now that he knows she won’t be leaving his side, he has the same habit… just different needs.

[edgepunk]

[jasbell]

Bonus round 2

Insom's abilities are centred around the darkness of night, able to become invisible in it and blend in with surroundings. He also can create illusions centred on people and himself, which is used to see whether they are awake enough to see it before feeding.

Muddle's tentacles release an initially slimy substance that can be changed in any way Muddle sees fit. Whether it be the consistency or texture or even the flavour. Though consuming it either means you'll be hypnotised or explode, so I wouldn't advise that.

[labwebs]

@inhcritance liked for a starter

For not the first time since he'd moved back into the house, Peter briefly wondered just how he'd gotten away with coming and going as Spider-Man without being caught by his neighbors. Of course, at the moment, it was a bit more of a hazy impression of a thought as he clumsily mostly-fell through his bedroom window. It being the dead of night probably helped. Oooh. Bad choice of words, he thought to himself- unable to turn off the jokes even with the rather large gash in his side. Or maybe that was because of the rather large gash in his side. Either way, said gash really needed something done about it which meant getting up from where he'd fallen onto his bed and into the bathroom where he kept all of his first-aid supplies.

He'd webbed the wound up, of course- wouldn't do to be bleeding all over the city as he swung home. So maybe... maybe it could wait just a few moments? Surely? He felt a bit dizzy and his heart was racing but closing his eyes for just a bit seemed like the best idea possible at the moment. Yeah- yeah that's what he would do... Unconsciousness seemed like an amazing thing right now.

[maroonmused]

spider-man 2 soundtrack got nominated for a grammy yeah they knew “fighting back” single-handedly changed the world