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starryoak · 1 year

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It really sucks to comment on a post in a mildly joking or even entirely sincere manner and immediately get blocked. I absolutely realize people block other people on this website at the drop of a hat, but as an autistic person with scrupulosity my immediate reaction is that I would like to be able to tell someone I’m sorry for dropping the hat in the first place and that I didn’t mean to be rude.

Like, I’m not even saying it because I feel the need to be unblocked! I just need to tell them that it wasn’t meant to be annoying or rude, and I don’t hate them or anything. I mean, I can’t say it’s healthy that my OCD compels me to want to be unblocked and absolved for all my ‘sins’, but I can live with it and I’m fine with just feeling a little pang of sadness when I’m unable to like a post. I’m working on not having that happen either, but it’s very hard work, unlearning everything your brain as it was naturally made says you should feel.

And it’s just frustrating to me because it shows that even after near meteoric improvement in my social skills as I’ve gotten older (and also medicine), that it’s still hard for me to successfully assess social situations and comedy on a website where being rude is taken as funny over 75% of the time but there’s that other 25%… I often do literally add “(I am exaggerating for comedic effect”) as to make it more clear that this is intended as comedy, and… I guess it’s odd to me that’s treated as suspicious or something? Like, that nobody takes anyone else in good faith? I understand it’s a fools effort online, but I do genuinely try to be entirely sincere in my interactions online.

Like the automatic assumption that I’m not engaging sincerely when I’m trying to signal the exact opposite is both understandable and completely frustrating,

Just.. it’s like. People mock you if you engage with something sincerely, they mock you if you try to fit in, they mock you if you’re too rude, too nice, it feels frustrating when it feels like no matter what I do or whether I point out I am making a joke and not serious or play it straight, that I can’t get it right.

It’s not even about being blocked, really, (I’m lying my OCD hates it), it just hurts being confronted with the fact I’m almost two and a half decades into life and I still fail at basic social interaction despite my best efforts and despite the fact that I really am trying.

#to be clear #i am aware this is an entirely unhealthy emotional reaction #thats why all my conditions are called ‘disorders’ lmao #i just needed to be sad and hurt a little #that honest communication online is so impossible #it does make sense but I just hate that there’s no societies out ther #(to my limited knowledge)#that like just practice being entirely emotionally honest in conversation #so saying something about how you intend something to be received is perceived as bad faith #autism #actuallyautistic #ocd #obsessive compulsive disorder #scrupulosity #moral scrupulosity #this technically is a vaguepost about a mildly (at least in my eyes) rude comment on apoll that I did say I was exaggerating for comedic eff #and realize afterward my comment had been deleted and I was blocked #i don’t blame them btw #i can see how it was a rude comment #but I intended it to come off as the standard tumblr playful rudeness given I said it was made in jest #and clearly it must have been more rude than I thought #vent #blocking #to be clear no one needs to feel bad about blocking me hahaha #im just severely mentally ill lmao

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roetrolls · 2 years

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JULIKA. hi girlie whats up what's good? (:

"Well, I... Got off Ofidis' ship for a bit..."

"Turns out there's a story surrounding, the uh... Senior Ofidis. Which isn't much better, but. Story's a story."

#HI NEWT thanks for sending this ask fuckin... what a week ago?#lil more?#i saved it for this :)#julika ic #an ask tag (happy chase?)#icarus arc #EFF WHY EYE: jules isnt involved in this plot sjhbfjhkbg she's just like. an easter egg. a cameo.#i needed a journalist for the next plot point and decided it'd be cute to make it her <3

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butchniqabi · 2 years

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good evening

#send some asks or whatever...im gonna go thru some of thee ones i have rn too tho #also anon is still off and will be for a minute just eff why eye

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jlf23tumble · 10 months

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#he's come so far from [redacted receipt] what receipt is that?

Oli, pullin' some ladies in every port, especially the port of Los Angeles!

#louis on the side just randomly texting like a drunk third wheel #that's not my receipt or anything just eff why eye #but i don't think it's garbage mainly because it doesn't drift into utter fic territory lmao #NOTE: not the literal actual port...there's nothin' there

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helluvapoison · 2 months

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Save Me

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

warning: violence n blood but happy ending

“Summon your blue blood master, whore.”

The demon carelessly drops your phone into the cage and it lands at your knees. You don’t remember if this was a ransom or a hit on your beloved. You can’t bring yourself to care because you know the minute he sees you in this state, none of it will matter.

Your tongue darted out and swiped over your cracked lips, gathering the copper taste of your own blood. The chuckle that you let out is dry, cut short by a cough that worsens the state of your throat. It highlighted the bruises littering your skin, especially those you couldn’t see.

He would.

“This is gonna end real badly f’you.” You tell the demon hoarsely, offering them the biggest, meanest smile you could muster.

Your thumb hits the call button without hesitation.

You hadn’t even uttered a single word.

Immediately the energy in the warehouse shifts. An undeniable chill crept in suddenly and seemed to chase off any light the windows provided. Someone may as well have thrown a blanket over the building. If not for your phone providing a faint glow, you wouldn’t have been able to see your labored breaths leaving your lips. Simultaneously, the shitty bones of the warehouse trembled, quietly at first then ramping up to a deafening sound that surely meant it would collapse at any moment. It wouldn’t. Not while you were there. Even if it was only your body for him to collect, no damage would come unto you by his doing.

The demon’s eyes narrow in suspicion, like whatever was happening was your fault and yours alone. Your crooked smile widens into a malicious forewarning for what’s to come. The grin pulls and tears the cut on your lip that had only just stitched itself together, stinging you in retaliation. You’re certain the light illuminating you from below, combined with the blood, has you looking positively mad.

“Told you.”

Lucifer was more than a king; he was the judge, jury and executioner for his subjects. It wasn’t often they forgot it but should they do something drastic, such as stealing his beloved, then he would make an example out of as many souls necessary. You knew this and you knew it well— you’ve been around every century or so when the newer sinners needed a refresher. This just so happened to be your first time being directly involved in why.

It must be then that the harrowing realization finally sets in. They’ve bit off more than they could swallow and now it was going to choke the life out of them. Or, more accurately, he would.

Apparently determined to get in what would surely be their final reprisal, they reached into the cage and yanked you forward by your neck. Your forehead quickly meets an icy bar, sending pain ringing through your skull in greeting. Trapped, a mangled cry rips through the room that you don’t recognize is your own. You writhe in the demon’s grip, struggling to claw at their wrists and face. Tearing at their skin, trying to make them even in wounds more than you’re trying to escape, you manage a particularly good swipe at their eyes that makes them reel back. In their stubbornness, they refuse to release you and your face is squished against the cage as they stumble and crash.

No, you realize. They were flung clear across the room like an unwanted doll, landing in, what was now, a pile of wood. Familiar eyes of ruby and gold steal your attention from the groaning demon. You blink furiously, forcing your vision to tell you true. Of course you knew he would come for you, that was never in question, but whether you would be alive or not for that rescue did cross your mind. Your body had already begun to relax, melting with the comforting warmth of your beloved’s presence. Lucifer’s gasp is rigid, his voice trembling in disbelief and rising fury but he manages a soft tone just for your sake.

“Oh, angel. My sweet, sweet dove. I’m here now, I’m here. I’m so sorry.”

Metal creaks under his palms but it takes less effort than opening a jar of marmalade. He’s obscenely gentle while plucking you out of the cage, acutely aware of the way your breath hitches at his touch. Those aforementioned bruises pulse with vigor, spreading a dull ache all over your body. Just as you suspected, Lucifer's eyes roamed all over counting each and every one. He’ll return the favor tenfold.

One minute Lucifer’s holding onto a fraying thread of mercy, studying your precious face and stealing the apple of your cheek. The next he feels tears slide under the pad of his thumb, swiping them into nothingness like he wished he could do your pain. Your relief is palpable in them, he can taste it on his tongue with hints of your fading fear. His golden pupils get smaller and smaller until they’re consumed entirely by red.

Logically he knows you’re right there in his arms but your weight isn’t grounding enough for him. He can’t see you anymore. All he can see is the ugly blotches that some pitiful excuse for future kindling dared to taint you with. Clearly they knew who you were and how important you were to the King of Hell, so the consequences of taking and hurting you had been glossed over but accepted nonetheless. An act against you is no less treasonous than an act against Lucifer himself; to spit at your feet would be to do the same to him.

“You’ve got guts to pull off a stunt like that, huh?” A terrifying grin cracks unevenly across his face and is shot over his shoulder at the demon that was struggling to pick themselves up. “Let’s see ‘em.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and shield your face from a gust of wind. Upon opening them you realize you’re sitting on the ground alone. Lucifer unfurled his wings and launched himself over to the demon. They made it to their feet only to be launched into the wall and leaving a them-sized crater behind. Horrified and paralyzed you could only watch as Lucifer hovered over them, cocking back both fists and hurling them forward one at a time.

“I think there was one there, there— oh can’t forget here!”

Even while knowing what was to come, it still made your stomach lurch to see it firsthand. Teeth clattered to the ground in one punch, another and the demon’s eye was swollen shut. You were positive what Lucifer blocked with his body, the savagery you couldn’t see, was much worse. It shouldn’t bother you, not with how long you’ve lived down here but having blood on your hands, no matter how indirectly, made your stomach lurch.

“Luci—“ You croaked, your throat closing in on itself when you tried to speak. It was as if your body had sided with your beloved’s vengeance.

However the tiny sound managed to put a stutter in Lucifer’s next blow, his knuckles halting just before the demon’s face. A frustrated snarl rips from him and cracks through the silence like thunder, but the storm in him quiets before he turns to you. Wracked by guilt more than rage, your beloved can’t fully face you.

You try again, “Can we—“ only to be cut off by a cough.

“Stop—stopstopstop,” Lucifer whispers, voice getting closer, louder, “I’m here, I’m here. Don’t… don’t hurt yourself.”

True to his word, he’s right there. All it took was a blink and he’s kneeling before you, hovering his hands all over as if he’s not sure where to touch you. How can he comfort you when you’re bruised all over? You force yourself to continue, knowing he’ll keep his focus with you if you do.

“Jus’ wanna go home.”

Lucifer’s demonic features flare, hesitation on the tip of his tongue. Unfinished business never seemed like an issue before. With the bewildered look he gave you, you may as well have asked him to throw out his entire duck collection. The thought of using your voice again made your throat itch so you beseech him with your eyes, pinching your brows together and turning them up.

Scrunching his face once more he sighed heavily, seemingly defeated as his horns shrunk back into his skull and his tail retreated. Then your Lucifer returned to you at last, smiling softly, though guilt and regret swam in his crimson eyes.

“Home it is. Agh, I hate when you use your secret weapon against me. It’s not fair, I mean, how am I supposed to resist this face?”

You try to keep your own smile from spreading too far, opting instead to squeeze the man close to you to share in your joy. Lucifer was starving to do the same, holding you as close as he could without stressing your wounds. You could feel him inhale against your neck like you were air to him, filling him with relief and the ability to carry on.

When he pulled away you grew worried, especially when his smile dropped and he turned ever so slightly to the bloodied and battered demon.

“Congratulations, peasant, you’ve been pardoned. Courtesy of the King of Hell and his angel— who you will never ever even think of again. Right?” There was a pained groan from the demon that sent a dark chuckle bubbling up from Lucifer’s chest, “I thought you might agree. Do me a favor and spread the word? I’d rather not do this again. You know what I mean?”

There was a sharp edge to his grin for a moment too long but it faded by the time he eagerly returned his attention to you. The portal below whirred to life with a faint hum and sent pulses of warmth up into the air. You were completely and utterly wrapped up in your beloved that you hardly noticed. Lucifer mumbled into your hair how he would kiss your “boo-boos”, get you bandaged up and in pajamas in no time.

Hearing that, it was a liiittle hard to believe he was the same man that was seconds away from slaughtering someone for you.

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ledzeppelinmixtape · 2 years

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i have 3 hours of the day left so just to let u know in case of emergencies (posts limited, sniped, etc) my jail blogs are @mixtapejail followed by @mixtapejailjail

#i think im ok but. just eff why eye

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friendly-neighborhood-imbecille · 19 days

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Man, it always sucks when I’m listening to a fic and the screen reader goes “doubleyou ach ay tee eye ess why oh you are eff ay vee oh are eye tee ee see oh ell oh are doubleyou ach ee are ee dee-”

And I pause it like what the fuck, then find my phone to look at the screen and I see “whatisyourfavoritecolorwhered-”

Like, bro, please, why would you do this?

Or when it starts going “EXEXEXEXEXEXEEEXEXEXEXEXEXEXEEXEXEXEXEXEXEXEXEXEXEXEXEXEXEXEXEX!!” Because somebody didn’t use the code for a line break. At least just make it one dash, please.

Like, it’s your fic and you’re writing it for free and that’s cool, so if you see this and you’re like, “mmmm, nah, still gonna do it my way” then that’s chill.

Just know that it’s really difficult for people with screen readers to read some of these fics. Me personally, when I find a fic that does this, I don’t give it a chance no matter how good it is.

#ao3 #ffn #fanfiction #this post is #not screenreader friendly

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earthtooz · 2 years

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𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙍𝙂𝙐𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏...

in which: you sleep on the couch after an argument !

ft: gojo, geto, choso, itadori, megumi

warnings: food in geto’s, (minimal) angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

a/n: this is my coping mechanism. i’m sorry if any characters are ooc / NOT EDITED

˚ ༘彡 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢: arguments with gojo are so very draining. he's uncooperative and it's like talking to a wall that isn't afraid to insult you and aggravate you further. you bail out without communicating what you were trying to say, tired with the white-haired sorcerer's behaviour. you fall asleep that evening on the couch with a scratchy throat, swollen eyes and a singular blanket that only just barely covers your whole body. regardless, you managed to fall asleep somehow, dreading the morning to come.

...only to question why there was an overgrown grandpa dangling off the couch- oh, that's your overgrown grandpa. gojo's arm is wrapped tightly around you, his head buried into your chest. it seems like gojo was the only thing preventing you from falling off the couch in your sleep.

but his harsh words from last night still float around in your mind; so with a shove, you roughly push your boyfriend off the bed, unimpressed. he wakes up with a grunt, probably because of how cold your floor is.

gojo notices your pointed stare and wants to start whining.

"why are you here, satoru?"

"i couldn't sleep without you cause i missed you... a lot."

you see the yearning and tiredness in his eyes and it’s enough for you to cave. although, he had yet to offer an apology, but it's nothing a 'little' scolding can't solve.

˚ ༘彡 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗢: geto is mature, so arguments with him don’t occur often, nor are they a pain in the ass. in fact, geto’s always willing to apologise and talk it out, never hesitating to put his pride aside. that’s exactly what happens. after a (somewhat) peaceful night on the couch, you’re awoken by the feeling of someone shaking you.

opening one eye, you notice the tall, overpowering figure of your partner bent down to be eye-level with you. he has a gentle smile on his pretty, flawless face. a hand reaches up to tuck the strands of hair away from your face, but lingers at your cheek, holding it gently.

“good morning,” he greets.

there’s the sound of sizzling in the background, “mornin’. are you making breakfast?”

“yeah. it’s an english breakfast kind of morning. that okay?”

“perfectly fine. i’ll make your tea.”

you get out from under the blankets with the help of geto, who you collapse onto while stretching the sleep out of your limbs.

the rest of the morning is spent in silence. you hand geto his mug whilst nursing your own, bumping your hips with his as he cooked breakfast, your smiles widening with every little moment of intimacy shared. this is the best way to re-discuss whatever you both were trying to say last night, except calmer, and over a nice, filling plate of breakfast that was made with the ingredient of the love you share.

˚ ༘彡 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗢: arguments with choso are the worst :( nor do they happen very often. neither of you let your pride get in the way of proper communication, but on the rare instance it does, you're storming out the room and choso misses you immediately. he's sitting on the edge of your shared bed pouting, head in hands, missing your presence.

then his inner-self slaps him with the 'y/n could be cold! there aren't many blankets in the living room!', so he scrambles to get blankets upon blankets for you.

choso discovers that you're fast asleep in the living room so he takes his time laying the blankets over your figure, tucking them snugly around you, fluffing the pillows as best as possible, ensuring your comfort. he doesn't like that you're separated from him, but he understands that you need space and the last thing choso wants is to bother you.

so, he reluctantly bids goodnight with a gentle kiss to the forehead, but just as the cursed spirit was about to walk off, he feels your hand reach out to grab his wrist, effectively stopping choso in his tracks.

"i'm sorry," you whispered.

"it's okay," he bends down to your level, hands smoothing down your hair, "wanna come back to bed?"

a small nod from you was all he needed.

˚ ༘彡 𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗜: arguments with itadori are... one-sided? almost? yuji is trying to understand, he really is, but it's been a really long day and he just wants to rest; something you eventually come to understand midway into a 'discussion' that's starting to become a little too heated.

so, to calm down, you decide to talk about it later, telling your lover that you'll be on the couch.

"wait, what do you mean you'll be on the couch?"

"it means i'll be... on the couch?"

"wait but why don't you wanna sleep beside me? i'm sorry for disturbing you, let me take the couch instead!"

"yuji, no, it's fine-"

"the couch is so uncomfortable, i can't put you through that!"

meeting his eyes, you're immensely touched by his devotion and selflessness, even when you were giving him such a hard time before. you feel terrible for jumping on him when he obviously needed to sleep, so you give in.

placing a fleeting kiss on the back of his hand, you pull him towards the comfort of your bed, "c'mon yuji, let's go to bed, you must be tired."

˚ ༘彡 𝗠𝗘𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗜: it hurts to say this, but arguments with megumi are… intense and they leave a mark, scarring if not cared for properly. but that said, he’s always careful with you afterwards, never failing to slip a delicate 'sorry' past his lips and spending time with you in reassurance that what he said in the heat of the moment was not what he meant at all.

regardless, you always back out the argument first by claiming a spot in the living room couch. it's an unspoken sign to let megumi know you've had enough for the night.

but a grumpy, dark-haired, ten shadows user isn’t too far behind you, watching apprehensively and disapprovingly as you set up for a night on the couch- away from him.

at this point, you already know what to expect, so the little ‘tsk’ megumi mutters isn’t surprising. the way he stalks over to you isn’t surprising and the way he picks you up and carries you back to the bedroom isn’t surprising either.

“i don’t wanna talk to you,” you half-heartedly murmur, refusing to make eye contact despite clinging to him tightly.

megumi sighs, “yeah, yeah, cry about it.”

the little chuckle that slips past your lips can’t be helped as your lover gently places you on your side of the bed, not leaving without placing a gentle kiss to your temple.

there’s still a lot to talk about, but as of right now, you’re content.

hey hey hey! hope you enjoyed! pls consider reblogging <3 i spend a lot of time making fics i hope ppl will enjoy so if you’re looking for a button to press, choose the ‘follow’ or the ‘reblog’ button!

cya!

- earth

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eternal-curse · 5 months

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imagine if popular vampire media characters all had tumblr. that would be so hectic lol they’d have so much beef with each other

#this is about to be super out of character for all of them #but humor comes at a price

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👨🏻‍🦲 colin-robinson-69-420 Follow

Callout Post for @mag𝗂strate-murder (aka Astarion Ancunín)

@mag𝗂strate-murder (prev URL was @year-of-the-carr𝗂on-crow) has shown some absolutely vile, revolting, disgusting, toxic— sometimes downright evil— behavior on numerous (and lengthy!) occasions. This behavior has been repeated again and again. I would be willing to forgive and forget all of these things, IF they were first-time events or isolated incidents. They are NOT isolated incidents.

The list includes (but is not limited to):

Trying to attack his friends while they're peacefully slumbering.

The murder of countless (countless!) innocent people.

Theft. Maybe even robbery. Idfk.

Showing annoyance at the idea of saving entire groups of people from being enslaved or mass murdered. (These were two separate occasions... Yuck!)

I know I’m posting this at 8 o’cock, so many vampblr users may be currently asleep, but it’s my civic duty to provide information for the uh. The people at large. So there are more details, more moral crimes, and proof of all of the heinous actions this spawn has committed under the cut.

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🗡 magistrate-murder

I'm flattered. You just can't take me off of your mind, can you? Do you dream of me? I hope they're nightmares. 💕

🩸 blood-and-book-reviews Follow

I love how "theft" is directly between "killing innocent people" and "is chill with subjugation and mass murder"

🎸 the-vampire-queen

#did anyone else notice how they said 'moral crimes' #as if murder and theft and etc are legal? #lol? #weird... #<- prev's tags #my tags -> #YES OMG I NOTICED THAT TOO. #also what the eff? OP had to point out that astarion's a spawn? #why does it matter that he isn't a full vampire? #as someone who’s a vampire/demon hybrid that’s kind of a red flag to me :/ #ugh this is SO not math

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📚 j-harker

I’m missing @m𝗂ss-mina-murray. Currently out of the country for work.

💁🏼‍♀️ slayer-summers

Oh, I'm sorry :( At least the view is beautiful, where are you?

📚 j-harker

Transylvania. Why?

💁🏼‍♀️ slayer-summers

Get Out Of There Immediately Jonathan Harker Leave Get Out Now Get Out Go Leave Go Now

#buffy talks #slayer posting

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🎸 the-vampire-queen

I just learned about "vegan vampires." That's so stupid. Just eat the color red ???? It's NOT that hard

🎀 miss-draculaura

🎸 the-vampire-queen

I'll make an exception for you

🎀 miss-draculaura

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🐺 the-vampire-lestat

A preview of my upcoming book:

I am the vampire Lestat. I'm immortal. More or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire-these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not.

I'm six feet tall, which was fairly impressive in the 1780s when I was a young mortal man. It's not bad now. I have thick blond hair, not quite shoulder length, and rather curly, which appears white under fluorescent light. My eyes are gray, but they absorb the colors blue or violet easily from surfaces around them. And I have a fairly short narrow nose, and a mouth that is well shaped but just a little too big for my face. It can look very mean, or extremely generous, my mouth. It always looks sensual. But emotions and attitudes are always reflected in my entire expression. I have a continuously animated face.

My vampire nature reveals itself in extremely white and highly reflective skin that has to be powdered down for cameras of any kind.

And if I'm starved for blood I look like a perfect horror- skin shrunken, veins like ropes over the contours of my bones. But I don't let that happen now. And the only consistent indi- cation that I am not human is my fingernails. It's the same with all vampires. Our fingernails look like glass. And some people notice that when they don't notice anything else.

Please, contain your excitement.

🐺 the-vampire-lestat

Who is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way?

💁🏼‍♀️ slayer-summers

Would you believe me if I told you we're still trying to figure that out?

#buffy talks #well ebony isn't real #but we still don't know who tara is

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🦇 cravensworth-king-of-bottoms

I've heard a rumor about this online webbed site; that is which it is filled to the brim with abstinants, celibates, and the like.

📸 liam-de-lioncunt Follow

Ugh... As much as I hate to use popular gifs, I feel compulsed to post this before anyone else does.

There. I did it first.

🦇 cravensworth-king-of-bottoms

Tonight, we FEAST. NYAH! HAH!

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🎸 the-vampire-queen

Just recorded this Mitski cover

youtube

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🧛🏻‍♂️ tepes-the-first

Why is it that when Gods demand blood, it's called a necessary sacrifice, but when I, Vlad Dracul,

💛 alucard

It's because you're evil.

🧛🏻‍♂️ tepes-the-first

For the last time, change your URL. Your name is Adrian.

📚 j-harker

I didn't know you had a son!

📚 j-harker

Wait, what was the original post about??

🧛🏻‍♂️ tepes-the-first

Don't worry about it.

📚 j-harker

Okay. :)

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💁🏼‍♀️ slayer-summers

I'm starting an emotional support group chat for slayers, does anyone want in?

💑 armand-de-la-cruz

Yes please!

⚔️ nandor-the-relentless-3

Guillermo?

⚔️ nandor-the-relentless-3

Why do you want to be in a vampire slayer group chat Guillermo??????

⚔️ nandor-the-relentless-3

Answer my texts Guillermo

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✨ edward-cullen Follow

My beautiful daughter. Looks just like her mother.

🍷 dimitrescu-winery

Get that wretched monstrosity of a child off of my screen.

🐈‍⬛ carmillas-admirer-sappho

wait, Ravioli is a real child? i thought she was just a photoshop meme of @the-vampire-lestat’s daughter Claudia?

6️⃣ vampire-count-er

What is the Vampblr number of the day? Let’s count the vampires of Tumblr above me in this post to find out!

Ah, that’s one vampire.

TWO! Two vampires!

THREE bloodsucking vampires! Ah ah ah!!

The number of the day is three!

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🐈‍⬛ carmillas-admirer-sappho

💀 real-carmilla

🐈‍⬛ carmillas-admirer-sappho

NO I TAKE IT BACK

CARMILLA I’M SORRY

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BEGONE WHITE GIRL

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please check your dms carmilla i sent you my address

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Is no one going to talk about how problematic Marceline’s girlfriend is? Just because they’re both royalty doesn’t mean that Bonnibel can do whatever she wants with no repercussions.

I mean, here’s an article explaining all the horrible stuff she’s done [link]. Are we just going to pretend none of it happened?

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Hard agree. Down with the monarchies.

She can, however, do whatever she wants because she’s hot

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dontexpectmuch · 1 year

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sometimes jude gives himbo vibes (lets never forget he thinking mexican was a language lol) so what about headcanons of himbo jude and smart reader? I think this could be fun 😂😅

jude bellingham testing his partners patience could be like…:

you try your very best to help jude and his friend, gio, as much as you can when it comes to freshen up their general knowledge. you try. however, as soon as you talk about the first topic, a huge discussion erupts with both of them talking as loud as possible, trying to get their points through. and somehow you always end up in the middle, both of them trying to get to tell the other that their opinion is wrong.

“bro, a piranha could kill you.” gio laughs, looking at jude who only shakes his head scoffing with his hand squeezing your thigh. “not me, though.” he denies, now looking at you, in hopes that you would back him up. “don’t look at me like that, love, of course they can.” - “you should support me instead of that geezer!” he exclaims, offended that you would betray him like that. “bro, why wouldn’t it? have you seen them?” gio continued, not believing that his friend could be this naïve. “i’ll just swim away.” jude shrugged. both gio and you looked at him flabbergasted, no words found to describe how disappointed you felt.

explaining him different theories throughout the day, whether it was biology related or historical, became the new norm for you. it almost felt like playing teacher/pupil. jude somehow always comes up with the most interesting (?) questions ever. and instead of googling it or whatever, his first reaction is to go to you, the smartest person he knew. “babe, what did they say about the giraffe necks again?” - “babe, how can genes skip a generation? do they just, i don’t know, wait?” - “bro, what do you mean the proteins dissolve in heat?” you have to be patient, but also couldn’t help but coo at your boyfriends confused expression.

he uses your wide spectrum of vocabulary to roast his teammates or jobe in the group chat, never in real life, since he wouldn’t be able to pronounce everything correctly for the first time. it is usually in the evening, the two of you laying on the couch, a tv show softly playing in the background. “yo,” jude speaks up, his face focused on his phone, eyebrows drawn together and lips agape, “how do i say that he can go fuck himself and that i don’t care that he doesn’t want to do it, but, like, make it sound smart.” - “jude, what are you doing?”

sometimes, when his cluelessness gets too much for you to handle, you usually walk away, to a different room or something. just, something so you wouldn’t hit judes pretty little head with the next slipper you found. though, he is really mature and is able to keep a conversation flowing, he’d sometimes say something so out of pocket that one would have to be left alone for a while, just so you could comprehend what had happened. and jude would follow you, not giving you a chance to escape his weirdness, “bruh, c’mon it wasn’t that bad.” he’d laugh, his hands closed around your arm to pull you against his chest. “no, please.” you shake your head, trying to break free, “i can’t do this today.” -“babe! don’t be so mean.” - “love, what do you mean you thought mexican was a language? please, don’t do this to me.” hearing you say that caused him to laugh even more, eyes closed and head thrown back.

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himbo bee effs for the win

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msbrownwithacrown · 8 days

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Why didn't Tamlin help her get out from UTM?

Or, as Rhysand likes to say, "sat on his ass while you were shredded apart?"

Let's see...

Any sign of emotion from Tamlin towards Feyre would have endangered her.

He has no power. Lucien had a small amount returned to him to entice Tamlin to accept the offer. He refuses. Which shows he still has no powers.

Meanwhile, Rhys still has some use of his powers.

So, for Tamlin to escape with Feyre, it would have been them against the sentries, Amarantha, and Rhysand. Without any powers. And escaping the ever watchful eye of Amarantha, that Tamlin is currently under.

And where would have that went? The spring court isn't safe, and really no place in Prythean is safe. Mortal lands and Hybern aren't safe.

It's not like he's Rhysand and has a secret city he could take her to. Oh wait....in fact why doesn't Rhysand sneak her out with his powers to that secure & safe city? Why does he spend 3 months brutally drugging Feyre and sxxually assaulting her?

Yes, on the last night, they potentially have together. Alive. They find each other and engage in the one thing they're able to do. Consensual, passionate kissing. People like to say he just tried to eff her. But this was Feyre also happily engaging in it, as well. She could have said, "Hey, let's make a run for it," and he might have done that. But instead, he gets Crucified as a horn dog. When Rhysand spent 3 months doing nothing more than "wanting to sleep with her" aka drugging and forcing unwanted acts on her.

Finally, UTM Tamlin is the one who kills Amarantha. He's the one who crawled to Feyre as the gaping wound in his chest is slowly healing. Begging Amarantha to stop this.

#anti rhysand #anti feysand #intamlinsdefense

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pablitogavii · 8 months

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can you write a fluff where like gavi and the reader go out with friends but they argue before they leave and the reader is just anxious the entire time and gavi notices so they go home and gavi just comforts the reader and they cuddle and go to sleep. please <3

Always There

"Are you ready?" Pablo said walking into your bedroom seeing you finishing your makeup quietly. You had a mini argument a few hours back and since you rarely fought, it was really affecting you.

Pablo said he needed to cancel your next date because of the training session that Xavi added last minute and since you were so excited about it you got mad that it's not happening after all.

You of course understood that his career is important, and are always his biggest supporter but haven't really spent much time with him lately made the frustration build in both of you.

"You won't be cold?" he said after you finished putting on your shoes and you just shook your head without a word. No amor..or princesa..or preciosa :(

When you left, Pablo followed behind you locking the apartment door before opening your car door and driving to meet his friends.

When you arrived to the outside bar, you already felt goosebumps appear on your skin but you but you would rather freeze to death than tell Pablo you were cold right now.

"Hola amigos!" Ansu was excited to see you both as were other players and you all joined them ordering some drinks. When Frankie and Mikky came, you sat besides her instead of Pablo and he just groaned quietly to himself. He hated not feeling you besides him but was too stubborn to pull you back!

“ why don’t you just ask him for his jacket amiga? You’re shaking!” Mikky said and I shook my head no although I already thought about the same thing. Luckily a few moment later, Pablo noticed my ghost bumps and walked up to me to put his jacket over my shoulders without a word.

He went back to his friends afterwards and I blushed hard feeling his strong perfume surround me as his jacket began warming me up. Mikky giggled at my blushing cheeks.

“ you guys are too cute!!” She said and that made me blush more stealing a glance at Pablo while sipping my tea feeling much better now. When he looked back, I quickly looked away feeling so silly and the same I felt the first time we saw each other.

Another half an hour passed and Pablo kept stealing glances with you until he couldn’t take it anymore walking up to where you sat and leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“Um..amor? Do you want to go home??” He says and you blush hard feeling extra anxious the whole time and now that he was this close to you it made your heart skip around. Not to mention he was calling you amor again!!

“Yes please” you look up giving him the most adorable look and he smiled nodding his head and kissing your forehead before the two of you got to you me feet and said bye to everyone.

While driving, you were anxiously looking through the window afraid of meeting eyes with Pablo but then you felt his hand taking yours and placing it on his lap while holding it. You looked at your connected hands before finally meeting his eyes and you both smiled.

“Fights are so stupid..and I just want to forget about it” Pablo spoke first and you were so glad you both thought the same thing.

“I’m sorry I got angry when you told me..I know it’s something you can’t control” you said knowing when to accept your fault and he smiled bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it gently before parking the car into the garage.

“I shouldn’t have called you needy because you’re not. You’re such a supportive girlfriend and the best one en todo el mundo!” He said after opening your door and you blushed snaking you hands around his neck and he pulled you in closer for a tight hug. You’ve been craving this for so long..

“Amor..you’re shaking. What’s wrong preciosa?? Tell you Pablito” he said kissing your head while you walked into your shared apartment. You suffered from anxiety disorder and sometimes the effects are felt hours later.

“ I got so scared you’re gonna leave me..and it made me anxious..I’m sorry” you say and he sighed nodding his head and pulling you to sit together on the couch. Pablo knew about your anxiety and always made sure to pay special attention to what you need in those moments.

“We said you should never apologize about this amor..it’s okay..I’m right here” he said playing with your hair knowing you enjoy just being close in moments like these. He never minded reassuring you when you needed.

“Tell me what you need guapa” he said after a few minutes of being quiet and letting you hold onto him and take your time breathing.

“Hmm can I have some ice cream?? And cuddles please!” You say pouting and Pablo chuckled while nodding his head and running to the kitchen to bring your tub of ice cream.

“Nothing ice cream can’t fix,huh guapa?” He teased while you ate it and you nodded smiling not noticing the vanilla cream on your chin. He moved closer cleaning it up with his finger then putting it into his mouth and you blushed.

“I like how shy you get around me..you couldn’t look at me while we were out” he teased some more making your cheeks bright red and you hid your face into his neck in response.

“You made me nervous!! I wanted to hug you but I couldn’t because we were angry” you whine putting ice cream away and sitting in his lap to give him a big hug.

“Awe preciosa! You can always hug me..always” he said and you giggled nodding your head and hugging him tightly while he held you against himself tightly starting to play with your hair.

“You’re making me sleepy Pablitoo..” you say looking up at him with a pout on your face and he pours as well which was always so adorable to see.

“That’s good preciosa..you can fall asleep here on my chest and I’ll carry you to bed” he said kissing the top of your head continuing to stroke your curls as slowly closed your eyes cuddling up to him loving the way his strong arms held you tightly.

It brought you peace that no matter the arguments, Pablo will always be right by your side at the end❤️

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scintillyyy · 1 year

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i have this idea in my head for an au for tim where jason survives ethiopia and it looks something like this

so, obviously, both jack and janet are killed in haiti, since batman doesn't have a personal need to go down there, he just made sure that the ransom money went through for their release

of course, it was never about the ransom money, it was about the deaths. so they both get poisoned and offed, since batman isn't there to stop that and save jack

which leaves tim an orphan. he doesn't blame batman, because he doesn't know batman was even working with the police on this. i doubt the police tell people that lmao

bruce feels bad, but he and tim have no personal relationship so to him tim is just another victim of a senseless crime and the most he does is make sure that tim gets the support he gives to all the victims of crime he wasn't able to stop: access to good social services who will help him navigate this tragic time. since bruce does not actually have an adopting problem, he doesn't immediately look at tim and think mine, now.

and then, like normal, he and jason move on to the next crime and tim kind of fades from their minds.

however! things are not over for poor tim yet. after all, phil marin wants to embezzle all the money from drake industries and smuggle big boxes that say medical supplies on the side and pin the blame on 13 year old tim (he's a pure genius)

so tim, who is at the orphanage/group home now, and actually doing quite well for himself, he's very popular and likable, gets concerned when the police start asking if he knows anything about inconsistencies within the company, if his parents told him anything, let him know that the company is in danger

(the police do not buy that a 13 year old is involved in this. or maybe they're so corrupt that phil is paying them off to pin it on him anyways)

anyways, tim is concerned. and what does concerned tim do??? go to batman??? nay, i say, nay!! he doesn't care about bruce or jason that much, especially at this point. he only has eyes for (1) person.

so he sneaks out of the orphanage and takes a bus to NYC to see if he can get nightwing to look into this!!!

dick isn't at the apartment, he's at the circus so, sigh, tim has to find him there.

why is dick at the circus?? well his life is probably still blowing up. and he's still mad at bruce.

and now, i'm not a proponent of dick was super mean to jason at all, in canon he was pretty nice to him and liked him a lot and jason had his blessing and all and he's very glad jason didn't get killed by the joker

but listen. he's kind of resentful of both bruce and jason right now. jason nearly gets beat to death by the joker and then bruce lets him stay robin and is mother henning the eff outta jason??? when dick got shot by the joker he got fired and kicked out of his house. i feel like this would bring out very bad feelings in dick, a little.

just. torn between relief and resentment for bruce. he is staunchly avoiding gotham right now.

so he's all depressed and at the circus and this kid. this 13 year old scrawny, shady kid shows up and murder mystery and all that and dick is just like. who are you. tell me. what is going on.

and tim looks, like immensely guilty and he's like. i don't know how to say this. but i need your help.

dick doesn't know why anyone would need or even want his help.

and then tim's like. i need. nightwing's help.

and dick error code 404s. and this kid. does not want to tell dick how he knows he's nightwing. this effing kid.

eventually, dick cajoles it out of him and oh my god this is picture kid.

anyways tim promises he won't ever tell anyone and he didn't even want to have to come to dick but there's this thing going on with his recently deceased parents' company and idk the police are either not catching the bad guy or they're suspicious of tim and tim just didn't know what to do and he just needs help.

and really, how can dick say no to that? so he helps the annoying little kid, looks into it, finds phil.

and tim is just. so excited. that he got to see dick in action. this was the best day of his life.

anyways, thank you, my trust is safe, i won't bother you again, this was the greatest, i'll just be going back the orphanage now, i really appreciate it.

and dick's like...oh, no the orphanage? but it's not like he could adopt the kid or anything. dick's life is a dumpster fire.

and tim's like, nah it's cool. it's like boarding school, i'm used to it. and i get to go to public school now which is pretty sweet.

and they part ways. but you know. dick just can't forget about picture kid in the orphanage for some reason. he also doesn't tell bruce about tim because bruce is unreasonable and dick's still frustrated with him. dick can handle this on his own, okay???

....anyways maybe he starts going to gotham to check on tim more. gotta make sure he's keeping the secret, right? and he maybe starts enjoying this kid's company. tim's always so genuinely excited to see him. idk there's just a connection with picture kid :(

and bruce certainly doesn't need tim to fix him, but you know who's life is a dumpster fire and needs fixing? dick grayson, that's who. tim has a job now, and he's going to take it seriously.

bruce and jason don't notice dick's burgeoning friendship with tim drake on account of they're busy with knightfall shenanigans

anyways, bruce's back gets broken, azbats happens, dick and bruce somewhat reconcile. dick gets left in charge of gotham as batman! bruce goes on his soul searching and you know, i'm inclined to think he brings jason with because jason is his son. so dick is alone!!

which is very sad. luckily he's got a weird little friend in town to keep him company and that kid's name is tim drake

prodigal with dick and tim!! obviously, tim isn't robin, but they still hang out. go grocery shopping together, drink orange juice. tim just keeps him company, which is much appreciated. maybe dick starts teaching him some self defense and gymnastics stuff.

anyways bruce and jason eventually come back and dick moves to bludhaven to ~establish himself~.

but he comes back for contagion of course. he gets desperate when he finds out that tim's orphanage is affected and tim contracts it. he finds a cure just in time, racing from the hospital to get it to him!!

anyways cataclysm happens. and then....

no man's land!!!

i'm going to say that tim gets trapped in the city, due to being in a orphanage.

so guess what??? he becomes one of oracle's informants along with.....cassandra!!! he and cass get very close here okay.

i also like the idea of him running into young justice when they invade NML as a joke and helping them and then a fated friendship develops

i'm assuming at one point he gets close to huntress too. maybe he's in her class at school and figures out who she is before all this?? idk where she teaches lol im terrible

anyways tim and cass are in oracle's clocktower, cass becomes the new batgirl and this is probably when bruce finds out that tim knows

i like to think that becomes oracle's computer protégé around this time. maybe he ends up as one of oracle's proxies in this au.

and when robin and nightwing come into no man's land, dick is like "tim!!! my tim!!! little brother you're okay!!!" having been desperately worried about him when he realized tim didn't make it out before they blasted the bridges

and now they have to be like ooops yea so we know each other. :| bruce is grumpy, i'm sure. but he also kind of grows fond of tim after this??? tim is objectively a good addition to the team.

i almost think that jason is maybe a little resentful??? like this nobody kid has a super special bond with dick, dick adores him, barbara adores him, new batgirl adores him, huntress will only talk to him, bruce is grudgingly impressed with him, he's like an honorary member of young justice and they're all same age friends and jason is just a little too old and isolated for them being a couple years older and not quite as independent from batman and doing his own thing as tim was as robin in canon at this point

anyways no man's land ends and tim can't go back to the orphanage. he knows!! he's involved!! most likely he lives with barbara and cass but also he's in bludhaven all the time and so excited to be able to help dick out, like, officially

anyways i'm sure bruce eventually adopts him at the same time as cass after OYL and everything has burned to the ground because tim has been part of the family for years now

but then bruce dies!! i like to think tim stays in gotham and does his own thing as dick!batman's personal oracle. interestingly, jason is the one who is likely super isolated and goes off on brucequest, because if he doesn't have bruce, who does he have?

anyways i think tim is actually just much more secure here. he's fine! he had a good time. sure it sucked when bart and kon died, but he didn't have the same desperation since while he likes bruce and all it's not quite the same since he was never bruce's robin?? he's cool. he's got dick.

#ahhh terrible ideas i am full of them #dick grayson #tim drake #dick and tim #me in every au: but how can i make prodigal happen????#long post

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