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nakedtoaster reacts to the tortured poets department and they take the opportunity to promote the love of their life

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for doodle request... either Xyx or Tama, I can't choose between my two loves 🙏

*pull up my xyx stan account card* i got this one two years ago and i will re use it for a doodle wait-

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I'm not "masculine presenting". I'm not "feminine presenting". I'm not present at all, duh. I've been dead for 48 slutty slutty years.

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t.s - the prophecy 🌙🖤

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The funniest thing at any con are the vendors who don’t know anything about the source material but they do like money, so they print and create the most ridiculous things knowing they’ll be purchased.

My kid bought Boobcifer for me

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Have some Leander doodles, because I'm normal about this game.

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Thinking about him

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these are some of my fave bloomic doodles I ever drew

lotta others too tbh

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headcanon where when mammon is too shy to admit his feelings, he's loud, boisterous, and an overwhelming flurry of energy. he'll wake you up in the morning with nothing less than pots and pans. mammon announces his presence every chance he gets, never leaving a moment of silence when he finds you lounging around the house of lamentation.

but then the further you break down his walls, the more you realise that mammon's love is... quiet. he no longer whoops and hollers to get your attention. instead, he opts for taking your hand in his, playing with your fingers and tracing the lines on your palms. mammon becomes more subdued than he was initially, but for the sole reason that he finally realises that you accept all sides of him. even the one that you didn't get to know until later on.

so mammon continues to love quietly, with his head on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you tight. and although it feels a bit strange to not be talking to fill the silence, mammon wouldn't trade the sound of your synced heartbeats for the world.

a/n: i didn't have time to write (⇀‸↼‶) so take this disaster instead.

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

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notes/warnings: nakedtoaster x gn!reader, fluff, domesticity, established relationship, kissing

wc: 670

a.n: drops this and fucking runs 🏃 blame tay for this smh /lh

The transition between calling your partner Toasty through the electronic confines of a chatroom and calling them yours within the stark realm of reality had happened far faster than you had ever anticipated. But you can’t exactly say you’re complaining about it. 

Especially not when you get to spend your nights in their embrace, bodies entwined like two halves of a soul that have found their way to one another at long last. They hold you like you'll disappear from their grasp if they dare to let you go, like they'll wake up in the morning and see that you're still no more than a pretty face on a screen.

They are the tender affirmation at the beginning and end of everything. The golden breach through the grey clouds of a turbulent storm, the sunlight filtering through the cracks like a fleeting kiss from the sky itself. A quiet whisper, in dead of night, that life is okay now. 

And life is okay now, with them by your side. 

With the gentle touches that wake you of a morning, the bashful blushing face that mutters that "I just couldn’t help myself." They kiss you as though it is your first every single time, lips so delicate against your own. Lithe fingers trace the contour of your jaw, brush along the underside of your ear and settle upon your nape as they bring you ever closer, still wholly unsatisfied with the amount of contact between you. 

And, in turn, your hands weave through the loose strands of long pastel pink hair that cascade across their shoulders. You tuck some behind their ear, savouring the chance to smooth your thumb along their cheek in the process. They lean their face into your touch, pulling away from your hazy morning kisses for just long enough to gaze at you with such unabashed reverence that you cannot help but fluster just a little. 

“Hmm,” they muse with a playful smile, “I really do like seeing you being the embarrassed one, you know.”

“Oh hush,” you say, using your spare hand to shove their shoulder gently. “I’ll stop giving you that satisfaction one day.”

“But,” the way they say your name leaves you feeling weak, “where’s the fun in that?”

“You are not allowed to be this smooth,” you protest. They laugh, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose. “What’s gotten into you this morning?”

Another airy chuckle, another featherlight kiss. “I just love you, that’s all.”

You take your other hand to their face, so that you are cradling their cheeks with your palms. The tips of your thumbs dance around the corners of their eyes, close enough to tickle at their lashes if you tried. 

It is such an intimate position, to hold them like this and have your lips be close enough to touch (but not quite). When you stop to think about how you first met, everything you had been through together in those first days, it is nigh on overwhelming to be faced with the reality that they are here in your arms right now. 

“I love you too,” you say sincerely, words releasing from your throat like a relieved exhale. It may not be the first time you have confessed your love for them, but it is perhaps the most heartfelt one yet. 

“Haaah… fuck,” they breathe, burying their head into the crook of your neck to hide the rosy flush that blossoms across their cheeks. You can feel it against your skin, the heat radiating from them like a blazing fire. “You’re terrible.”

“There’s my Toasty,” you chuckle, looping your fingertips back through their hair. You play with it idly, crossing the locks over one another in a half-hearted rendition of a braid. “You’re always so cute when you’re flustered.”

They groan, balling their fists into the soft fabric of your nightshirt. “I hate you so much.”

“And I love you too,” you repeat with a laugh, smoothing your hands through their hair, “so much.”

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What a gift to relish, a victim that cant perish

I assure you, I am very real

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I LOVE WOMEN

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IK Knows What You Are