#mmm mmm mmmmmmmmmmmm

[glitzybunny]

*AAA- AAA- AACHOOO!* Sorry it's really dusty in here for some reason-

(shout out to my beloved wife for writing the image ID btw :3 @thestirringpot)

[ant1quarian]

Ahem.

WASSUP. I KNOW. I'M NOT DEAD. JUST VERY, VERY DISTRACTED AND PROBABLY MORE SLEEP DEPRIVED THAN I SHOULD BE!! :D

To everyone in my ask box:

Whoops, sorry, Minecraft Thing I'm doing is taking over my brain and it turns out: when on server with friends, brain fixates and says I need to grind until the sun shines once more and I am almost falling asleep on my bed.

( I'm sleeping better now dw )

To everyone else out there:

HELLO! Yeah my productivity on Tumblr has gone drastically down. It may come back some day!

[whumpshaped]

whumper gripping whumpee's wrist. thats all. a grip so strong that they cant pull away. (so strong that the bones pop? break? nonhuman whumpers beloveds <3) maybe they dont even try to. maybe theyre falling to their knees and begging. maybe they are trying and theyre too weak from starvation and beatings, maybe theyre as strong as ever and whumper is just stronger. mmm..

[where-is-bdubs]

i heard bdubs might be asleep in the microwave. someone should check on him

mmmmmmmmmmmm BEEP mmm BEEP mmm BEEP mmm BEEP

at least he has a drink to sip on while he's being microwaved

[simons-temple-of-eros]

mmmmm your f/o brushing their hand tenderly through your hair mmm your f/o brushing your hair when it gets knotted up, gently working tangles out as you sit on their lap, hearing them hum softly as they do so mmmmmm your f/o nuzzling their face in your hair, breathing in the scent mmmmmmmmmmmm

[caninediedofcocaine]

Sweet Blender Revenge 🐛

(read text down below if ya want. I tried to explain why da heck there's just white bg.)

MmmmMm. I should explain some things... But i forgor what i should explain about dis picture... Mmm... Maybe... I should explain why there's this boring white bg...? I guess i should. 🐛

Mmmm (I love this letter. MmmmM. Just MmMMMMmMMmmM), well I wasn't lazy 'n stuff and i really wanted to make smth with it, but... There's a couple problems I should deal with:

1. Lovely MS Paint. (Not a sarcasm, I luv this program. Da best thing I could have.)

2. HElP. I CAN'T FILL DIS WHITE SPACE WITH COLORS!!! IT RUINS DA ART!

Now. Blender. The last part. Don't look at him like dat! You've never seen big blenders, huh????

MmmmMMmMmmMm my brain slowly dies. Bye. Thank u for reading this. (ﾐꆤ ﻌ ꆤﾐ)∫

Rlly srry for grammar issues if there's any (I'm pretty sure there's a lot of mistakes). My brain is too smol for this kind of things. Speaking different language iz hrd uhh need hlp! 🐛 Maybe I even should be quiet or never ever write texts dat big!

And now that's all, thank u, bye. : ^ з

ohnuuuu I'm starting to hate dis picture oh no 0h nuu!!!! Should run from mahself before I'll get me!

🐛 z z Z

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

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[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

hi! If you're still interested in doing the touch starved prompts for funkobra, how about "is this okay" "it's more than okay"

nonny, i am TOTALLY still interested in the touch starved prompts for funkobra, thank you for this!!

also this one. got Long. so i posted it on ao3, i'll put a version here under the read more though <3

scar. crossed. lovers.

“Fucking move!”

“Party, get all that shit off the table, we can’t put him on the fuckin’ floor! Jet-”

“Medkit,” she agreed, already running towards the kitchen. 

Fun Ghoul gently laid Kobra out onto the table, moving to grab his hand. The crash queen’s knuckles immediately turned white with how hard he was squeezing, nails leaving deep crescents on Ghoul’s skin. 

“It’ll be okay Kobes, Jet’ll fix you up fine.” He takes his other hand and starts carding through Kobra’s hair, brushing sand and dried blood out. “I promise, it’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.” 

With a loud clunk, Jet was back, throwing the medkit down onto the table near Kobra’s leg. She worked quickly, pulling out gauze and bandages and scissors and- fuck, why did she need a needle. 

Kobra hated needles.

Ghoul tried to distract him from it, continuing to whisper reassurances while Jet attempted to pull up Kobra’s shirt. Sticky blood had almost fused it to the wound, and when she pulled, a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the diner. 

Ghoul had never really understood why it was called ‘bloodcurdling,’ but Witch, if he had to hear another noise like that out of Kobra, he thinks he’d start sobbing on the spot. Kobra shouldn’t have to be in pain. Ever. 

The Kid was now twisting away from Jet’s arm, curling in on himself with another choked gasp. 

“Kobra! Kobra, you gotta stay still. You gotta lie still, else Jet can’t fix it.”

“Hurts- hu-hurts so… much. Ghoul it. It h-hurts.”

Ghoul moved his free hand to Kobra’s cheek, holding his gaze as Jet made another pull at the bloody tank. “I know. I know it hurts, love, but you just gotta hang on.”

Jet finally got the shirt, tearing another sickening moan out of Kobra. Tear tracks stained his face, and his jaw was clenched so tight Ghoul was scared he’d never open it again. “Ghoul, talk- shit- talk to me. P-please. About- WITCH- about anything.” 

Jet was cleaning the wound, the burning smell of rubbing alcohol filling the diner. 

“Uh, okay, um, I- I got the part I needed for your bike today. New converter. She’s gonna- she’s gonna run so fast after this Kobes. And-”

“MmmmmMMMMMMM!!!!! FUCK, GHOUL!” Kobra sank his teeth down into his lip, hard. Blood drew instantly, pricking at the holes made by his canines. They were so fucking sharp.

“I know, I know, I know, you’re okay, you’re fine, it’s okay. Oh- Shit- Wait, Kobes don’t do that, here, bite down on this.” Ghoul pulls a wooden spatula from out of the cupboard behind him, wincing as Kobra takes it into his mouth, bite marks already scraping into it. “Girlie started learning to shoot the other day! Me ‘n Pois were teachin’ her, she’s a natural,” Ghoul yells, squeezing Kobra’s hand tighter. “Already better than you.”

This elicits a laugh from Kobra, but it doesn’t last long. Jet weaves the needle into the skin of Kobra’s open wound, wincing at the muffled scream she caused. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Mm don’t like needles! Ghoul, Ghoul I do-don’t like… don’t- needles. Mmm- don’t like them!” Kobra whines, voice rising with his panic. It was still muted by the spatula. 

“Breathe, baby. Breathe with me.” The Kid was shaking now, free hand gripping the edge of the table so he didn’t move. Much. “In. And out. C’mon Kobes, you can do it.”

“In.. in and ou’… In and ou’.” 

“That’s it, you’re fine. Star’s almos’ done, it’s nearly over.”

Jet finally pulls the last stitch through, sealing up the wound with a neat snip, and leaving the diner quiet but for the sounds of Kobra’s wobbly breaths.

“You do the bandages, Ghoul. It’s better you than me.” 

Ghoul nods, pulling the medkit closer to him on the benchtop and watching as Jet retreats to her and Party’s room. They both knew that she was best at doctor-y stuff, and it wasn’t anything against Jet, but… it was Kobra. And it was Ghoul. Kobra’d feel safer with him. He didn’t do well with letting people see him vulnerable. 

Moving back to the table, Ghoul helps Kobra sit up, watching softly as he dangles his legs off the edge and a tuft of hair swoops over his eye. The way he moves is so… uniquely him. 

Shaking out of it, Ghoul steps into the gap between Kobra’s knees, bandages in hand. The latter smiles, tiredly, but he still smiles. Kobra’s smile was funny, you’d miss it if you didn’t know what to look for. His mouth scrunches up at the left corner, eyebrows raise a touch. That was all. It took a lot to get him to smile with teeth, Ghoul had only ever seen it twice. The time that Party had fallen into a red ant nest [it was hilarious, okay? They’d screamed loud enough for all of Zone 6 to hear.] and when The Girl had said her first word. It had been Kobra. That was also the first time Ghoul had seen Kobra cry. 

“I need your shirt off for this, ‘kay?”

Kobra nods, leaning back a little to pull the yellow- well, red now, he guesses- tank over his head. 

“Binder too.”

Kobra’s eyes widen slightly, but he complies without a word, dropping the piece of silky fabric next to his shirt on the bench. Okay. Medical- medical stuff. Okay.

Ghoul leans into Kobra’s space, passing the gauze around his torso. His breath is warm on the cold skin of Kobra’s stomach, sending shivers up his spine. He carefully keeps his eyes averted, fixated on the wound. Jet really was a magician. An hour ago, he thought Kobra might’ve died. Now, it was nothing but a line of stitches. A pretty nasty line of stitches, hey, but not too bad. 

After a while, the wound was nicely wrapped, leaving Ghoul staring up at Kobra, still settled between his legs, far too close for comfort.

“A-all done,” he croaks, moving to pull back, give The Kid some space. 

Until hands land on either side of his shoulders, keeping him in place.

Kobra swallows hard, throat bobbing. “Can you… can you stay? I- I don’t think I can be alone tonight.”

A beat passes, Ghoul staying quiet. It was more out of shock than rejection, but Kobra didn’t seem to get that. 

“Sorry, that was dumb. I’ll- I’ll be fine. I can just-“

Ghoul pushes up onto his tiptoes, lips brushing against Kobra’s forehead softly. The taste of ethanol danced across his lips, left over from where Jet cleaned the blood from his skin. 

“I can stay with you. D’ya just wanna go to a booth, or your room?”

Pink dusted across Kobra’s cheeks, lighting up the litter of freckles there in such a pretty way. You usually couldn’t see them. 

“Uh- b-booth, I don’t think I can. Make it… to my room,” Kobra murmured. 

Ghoul nods, slipping an arm around Kobra’s waist and lifting him down off the table. Kobra sucks in a sharp breath at the sudden contact. 

“Sh-shit, I’m sorry, I should’ve given you more warning. Was that- are you okay?”

Kobra winces, leaning against the bench. “It’s okay, you didn’t touch the wound or anything, your hand was just cold,” he smiled ruefully. That wasn’t the reason and Kobra knew it. 

At Ghoul’s silence, clearly embarrassed, Kobra reaches over and gently grabs his hand, squeezing it before pulling Ghoul’s arm back to his waist. 

Slowly, the two make their way over to a booth, Ghoul propping Kobra up by an arm around the waist and Kobra’s around his shoulder. 

Sinking into the soft vinyl of the diner booths, Kobra slowly pivots so he’s lying down in Ghoul’s lap. He stares up at the boy, every muscle tense, in consciousness of their proximity. Kobra and Ghoul had always been touchy feely, all the ‘joys were, but never like this. Never soft and quiet and alone. 

Ghoul breaks eye contact, breath shaky, and reaches over the side of the counter. He produces a fuzzy blanket, made of green and black fabric. After a second, warmth envelops Kobra, the blanket tucked around his shoulders. 

“D’you wanna try an’ get to sleep?” he whispers, hand coming up to cradle Kobra’s head. 

“Can you just… stay with me? I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep tonight to be honest.” 

Ghoul started carding through Kobra’s bleached-blonde hair again, leaning down to speak into his ear. “Sure. We can do that.”

At the puff of hot air against his ear, Kobra turns red. “Uh- I…”

Ghoul’s lips were still ghosting over the side of Kobra’s head, letting him feel the words that the former said before he heard them. 

“I thought we lost you.”

Oh.

“I-I’m still here. I’m okay,” Kobra stammered, eyes widening. It was the feeling of someone lov- liking you enough to care if you were gone, to worry, to panic, that felt so strange to Kobra. He supposes Party had always cared, but this felt different. Ghoul had a choice, a way out. He didn’t have to. “I’m still here.” 

“Yeah. You are.” 

Ghoul sat back up, slipping a hand to Kobra’s stomach, sliding it over slowly and stopping just before he got to the wound dressing. “How does it feel now?”

God. Shit. Fuck. Kobra couldn’t breathe. His heart was beating out of his chest, and surely Ghoul could feel it, could see his cheeks flushing, could hear the notch in his breath. Kobra was lying in his lap for Witch’s sake. There’s no fucking way he could be subtle now. “I-It’s- okay- I think.” He tilts his head up backwards, looking up at Ghoul with wide eyes. 

He smiles. “Kobes, is it really, or are you just saying that because you don’t want people worrying about you?” 

Fuck. How did he always do that? Know what Kobra was thinking so easily, without him having to say anything. 

How did Ghoul know Kobra better than he knew himself?

“… the second one.”

“Thought so.” Ghoul’s voice held no accusation, just a gentle smile and a touch of concern. “Can I…”

Ghoul’s hand slips lower, gently pressing down on the line of stitches he knew was hidden under all that gauze. 

The pressure felt good, compressing the wound right where it needed to be, but his brain didn’t. What the fuck what he supposed to do about this?! Kobra was actually literally short circuiting. 

“How’s that?” Ghoul whispers, leaning over so his eyes meet Kobra’s. 

“F-feels better. When you, uh- put p-pressure.” 

“Shiny.” 

Ghoul pauses for a second, before bending down and pressing a kiss to the area of Kobra’s stomach that was injured. His hair was soft, brushing gently over Kobra’s skin. 

Fuck. Kobra’s hips stutter, mouth suddenly bone dry. Fuck. Fuck, he couldn’t hold himself together.

“Wh-what are you- wh- why-” Words here please!

“Is this okay?” Ghoul’s voice was devastatingly low now. It was all Kobra could do to not stick his tongue down his throat right then and there.

“I- y-yeah. It’s- It’s fine. More than f-fine. ”

Ghoul finds other scars, some new and tender, some from years ago, some big, some small, and presses his lips flush to all of them. The jagged line above Kobra’s bellybutton where he’d gotten stabbed two months ago. The perfect circle under his ribcage where Party had burned him when they were nine. The rough blob in the middle of his shoulder, from when he got shot on his first run after escaping the city. 

The scar tissue running all the way up Kobra’s neck.

His crooked nose.

The thin slit under his eye.

Ghoul stills, lips hovering over Kobra’s, specifically the bloody cracks in them from where his canines catch on the skin. They breathe the same air for a long moment, eyes fixed on each other’s. This was something they couldn’t come back from. This wasn’t joking around, or annoying each other, or comfort after an injury anymore. This was real. 

Kobra didn’t care. He tilts up the last inch, fitting his mouth to Ghoul’s gently. Gently. Soft, and quiet, and chaste. Everything they usually weren’t. It was funny how two batshit crazy motherfuckers could balance eachother out so perfectly.

Kobra licks deeper into Ghoul’s mouth, pulling a muted whine from him that sets them both on fire, suddenly pressing for more and more and more. Ghoul hooks his arms under Kobra’s thighs and pulls him up so they’re facing each other properly, Kobra’s knees bracketing Ghoul’s hips. 

What feels like forever passes, a scattered twenty minutes of bitten lips and teeth getting licked and hickeys on necks. Kobra finally pulls back, licking his spit slicked lips. He doesn’t go far though, pressing his sweaty forehead to Ghoul’s. 

“Was that…” His voice was barely audible, words getting almost lost in the space between their lips. “Was that okay?”

Ghoul grins, scrunching his nose like he does when he’s really happy. “Okay? That was fuckin’ fantastic, Kobes. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

“I might have… some idea.” 

Ghoul drops a quick kiss to the corner of Kobra’s mouth, pointedly ignoring the blush spreading across his cheeks. Witch, his freckles are pretty. He lays his head on Kobra’s shoulder, slipping arms around his waist and closing his eyes when Kobra tangles a hand through his hair. 

“So- Ghoulie?” 

“Yeah?”

“What… what does this… mean?”

Ghoul lifts his head back up, cupping Kobra’s face in his hands. “This means whatever you want it to mean, mi cielo.”

My heaven. 

“Okay.”

[kamalemons]

world's dampest driblee just had the tastiest sausage. mmm queso chicken sausage mmmmmmmmmmmm

[corruptedwraith]

Mmmmmmmmmmmm, some days I wish I had a dick if only to feel someone shudder around it.

Like. I don't consider myself a Dom until it comes to sheer violence. Then... mmm debatable, maybe. Maybe. Cause I wanna both give and recieve the violence...

I wanna fight someone and see who ends up being used by the winner.

[livebloggingfrommegahell]

*microwave noises from distantly above*

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*a bag of popcorn falls from the heavens.*

dude i cannot believe HEAVEN sent a gift to HELL this is wild thank you for the popcorn and the lovely description

[angelbvn]

hello yes when you've got the energy and motivation, i would love hear you ramble about fyodor please /gen

other then the fact he’s so fucking pretty and has a literal god complex and i’m actually so perfect for him cus i’m an angel <33 oh oh and the fact we both have anemia like yes let’s just randomly pass out together when we stand up too fast 👏👏👏

mmm i just quite enjoy his overall aesthetic. he’s like a a hot sewer rat that has a unique backstory that no one knows about. also i like the fact that he and dazai go head to head :> i have a love hate relationship with dazai (the character— i feel like specifying that) and the dynamic the two hold is just so beautiful imo.

ALSO LIKE “decay of angels” I MEAN COME ON— i 1000% hc that i’d meet Fyodor through sigma cus i 100000% have a gambling addiction. :D mmmm also i feel like…hhhh idk how to explain it exactly i just feel a lot for Fyodor. omg the fact he plays the cello too *screams*. literally— ahhhhhhakdjskxjskkd i’d love to play a piece with him on the cello and me on piano i’d absolutely die of happiness. mmmmmmmmmmmm

also he’s russian and the accent makes me melt. he’s friends with nikolai and i love nikolai and we definitely wouldn’t go city to city burning them down. mmmmmmmmm he’s also ruthless and determined and i appreciate and adore that. i’m also a whore for the irl dostoyevsky and his works i literally love them so so so soooooo so much it’s not even funny. him sitting in a hamster ball makes me happy :D mmm he killed Ace who i thought was an asshole so 👍 (fun fact the game he plays with Ace isn’t that hard to beat imo yes i tried it and yes it took me a long time to do but running probabilities isn’t as hard as i thought. :3 ANYWAY YES ME JUST BRAGGING ABT HOW I CAN PLAY THE GAME MOVING ON-)

he’s a pretty boy asshole and it only gets better in the manga 👏👏👏👏 i love him sm.

[dannithusmannithus]

mmm first real post problems :D

i love it when my jaw pops and then my jaw hurts for 3 seconds afterward MMMMMMMMMMMM I REALLY DO LOVE IT YOU CAN TELL BECAUSE OF MY NOT SARCASTIC TONE MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM YAY

[skamos]

mmmmmmmmmmmm m mmm toast

[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

mmmmmmmmmmmm i love dates nom nom dates are so yummy everyone say mmm i love u dates!!!!!!! I LOVE U DATES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

I know I said I might be going away for a while, but I started writing a fic for Major Jamie…and he’s delicious, let me tell you! I may not even care this time if anyone actually reads it, because DAMN, look at the man ride…