#ramblings of imaginary

[iforimaginary]

Can guys named Henry please get their act together and stop associating with mentally unstable men who’s entire lives’ work ends up amounting to sentient malevolent beings and dead kids?

Because it’s starting to get repetitive and we need to address the root of the issue…

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

You just know vampire discourse would be insane

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🧛‍♂️ dr.acula follow

Cannot stand these freshly turned vamplings pretending like it doesn't matter if you're drinking virgin blood or not. As if unpure blood doesn't literally weaken vampiric powers 🙄

🦇 baby-batz follow

Wait omg is this true??? Is this why I've been having so much trouble staying in bat form??

🧛‍♂️ dr.acula follow

If you can't control wolves with your mind or turn into ominous mist it's literally because nonvirgin blood is basically poison. Like yeah you can drink it if you're starving but why would you do that to yourself intentionally?

🦷 fang-fag follow

op doesn't know what they're talking about. The virgin blood thing was made up by a bunch of victorian prudes who only hated sex more than they hated women. the fact that op (who had already been a vampire for decades when the myth was started, if you believe their bio) should be Very telling.

🩸 blood-fan follow

People will try and tell you that there's something wrong with you if you vampiric powers don't come naturally to you, but it's literally fine. You have all the time in the world to figure yourself out. Literally. You'll get there I promise

🧛‍♂️ dr.acula follow

You're all degenerates undeserving of the gift of eternal life after death

🦷 fang-fag follow

Lmaoooo not op showing their whole ass! XD

💀 stake-my-heart follow

But what about the blood types thing? Couldn't this be like the blood types thing?

🦷 fang-fag follow

For the last time, feeling better after drinking blood of the same type (or compatable with the type) you had in life is a well documented scientific fact with actual evidence behind it. We know blood types are real and affect blood. Virginity is a made up social construct, which has absolutely no impact on blood at all. Red blood cells can't tell if you've fucked or not

🫁 childofthenight follow

op trying to find a tasty snack

[kittenwatermemes]

Great news, y'alll

I got a new Keyboard (and mouse) for my Pc today! After having to type with a Ps4 Controller for several months on my Pc, I can finally type with a actual keyboard!

Today is a good day

And hopefully YOU are having a Blootastic month so far!!!!!

[ventique18]

~ Malleus son hc feat. his parents (Malleus/Yuu♀️)

The adventures of Malleus II (the son) who lives with the reputation of being the second coming of his almighty father. He's got it all: a naturally handsome face, unparalleled brains, and strength that of a thousand men. He's so glorious that no one from his era could ever hope to get close to the ground he walks on.

... Except he's actually just a guy. A completely normal person. His IQ is average and he's just as strong as the next guy. What's unique about him though, is that he has terrifying luck.

His unblemished record of being crowned as the Spelldrive World Champion for 3 years straight? His opponents were just so intimidated by him that they fall off their brooms, injure themselves, and are rendered unable to fight. He's literally only used common fireball spells and a few gusts of wind here and there. For some reason though, the commentators would holler excitedly and announce to the entire world that the young Draconia only needs the most basic of spells to topple over the most gargantuan of opponents. SASUGA DRACONIA-OUJI! they would cry.

And those perfect grades that catapulted him to the top of National Exam Rankings? Those were his lucky letter-dice doing the hard work. He was so absorbed in his sculpting hobby the other week that he completely forgot to study-- only relying heavily on throwing the dice the very day of the exam and praying that he'd guess good enough to not get kicked out of school. And when he did pick out something he was quite sure was right, he was wrong. That was his only incorrect number.

Indeed, he's a sham. He would've felt guilty, but then again his parents actually know how he really is behind the ritz and glamor. His dad's so amused by it, in fact, that he never fails to show up to each and every one of his son's matches; a little to encourage the boy, but mostly because he finds it entertainment of the highest caliber to watch how his lucky son would outmatch his opponents in the oddest ways you could never have guessed.

And after every victorious match, every perfected exams, or even after dragging back a trophy from some out-of-the-blue pageant he got roped into, he would come home to table filled to the brim with his favorite meals. Which are mostly just some variations of dishes made of cream. An occasion he loves, by the way, considering he doesn't always get to enjoy cream because they're way above his daily nutritional quota.

"Wow, a congratulatory feast for my Spelldrive match?" He says as he plops down the chair in front of his parents' usual spots; not even bothering to take off his gear.

"No," His mom replies, "A celebratory feast for living the life you like to live."

He pauses; speechless. It does bother him sometimes, he's got to admit. He's a prince. He's supposed to act like one. He's not supposed to rely on some lucky dice or hope for others to get into unfortunate circumstances just so he'd win. He's supposed to read through every book in the library, swing a sword until his fingers bled, chant his spells until he's sore in the throat-- work hard every single day, just like his father did.

"What are you staring at us for?" His father laughs, "Eat up and finish fast. You still have not quite finished that project I gave you, did you? I want that gargoyle's wings twice as large."

He bursts into a laughter of his own and starts digging into his creamy carbonara. He still wants to work hard, yes, but maybe... Maybe it's not so bad enjoying his teenage life too.

Tomorrow... Yeah, tomorrow, he'll start chipping at that history book he hasn't opened since the start of the semester.

The dad, as if reading what's on his son's mind, simply chuckles and sneakily steals the tub of ice cream his wife was saving for dessert.

[chronicowboy]

oh you're normal? cool. i go insane over two men touching foreheads :)

[adelarsims]

i need to try and remake saeran with my 2024 skills. they're my very old and beloved OCs (outside of sims, this sim was just a visualisation), and this cas picture was made a few years ago (maybe like 4 or 5?)

i love everything about their personality and their story, and i would die for them

here's some more of saeran (the first one is picrew, the second is their default outfit, and two last ones are commissions drawn by mistfall crow - on paper, with crayons and watercolor!)

[imaginarydork]

FNAF 4 is experiencing the horrors of Springtrap messing with your mind.

(I know Springtrap isn’t in FNAF 4, but William is behind the scenes, and they’re the same person so hushhh!)

Into The Pit is experiencing the horrors of Springtrap messing with your mom.

[altairring]

Gilbert: I heard people are shipping us

Silvio: TO WHERE?

[suiana]

you ever fall asleep in a car ride then wake up in the middle of the country?

(yandere imaginary friend or smth x reader)

"life is beautiful, no?"

"yes, especially because you're here with me."

the man chuckles, translucent hand caressing the back of your head. you relish in the simple gesture, enjoying your time with him as the dream seems to near its end.

"I'll see you again right?"

the man nods slightly. you tilt your head up, wanting to look for his reaction. you can't see his eyes or face. they're hazy, as if someone blurred them out. but based on his body language, he's probably smiling, cheeks a rosy hue as he continues to stroke your head.

"yes, don't worry my dear."

he pauses, as if thinking for what to say next.

"I'll never leave you, so don't stress your pretty mind over this."

"promise?"

"promise."

your cheeks flush, embarrassed by his words. but just as you were about to reply, the jerk of the car wake you up. ah... and just when the dream had gotten more intimate... oh well, at least the road trip had come to an end.

and you'd be able to see the mystery man again tonight, so it's no biggie...

he promised after all, that he'll never leave you.

and friends never lie to each other, yes?

[corrodedcoughin]

pretend with me for a second that the song ‘when I think about you I touch myself’ came out just after the defeat of Vecna. Steves car is in the shop and Eddie’s van is still detained as evidence (even though he was cleared months ago)

So they are without a car and in need of a ride. Which is how they find themselves being driven to hellfire (honorary member Steve is attending so he can stare at Eddie under the guise of babysitting and Eddie? Eddie would do anything to have him there because, no, they still aren’t together yet. Both of them convinced the other just wants a ‘friend’)

And who is driving them? Claudia Henderson. She actually insisted when she found out neither of them had a car, wanting to try and pay them back for everything they’ve done for Dustin. Of course said boy is sitting between the other two in the back of Claudia’s car. She also insisted that they all sit in the back ‘let me be your chauffeur for the night!’ And none of them were going to deny her, they’ve seen her wrath before.

Claudia’s got the radio as close to blasting as she’ll allow, Dustin is squeezed between two of his favourite people and Steve and Eddie? They are doing their usual game of cat and mouse, sneaking glances and hoping the other boy doesn’t see.

Which is when the fateful song comes on. Newly released. None of them aware of the lyrics. So as the singer croons

‘I don’t want anybody else

When I think about you I touch myself’

The car goes dead silent. I’m truth dustin and Claudia aren’t really paying attention, in a world if their own. But Eddie? Steve? It’s like a bucket of cold water has been poured over their heads. Eyes trained to anywhere but each other. Steve has a thousand yard stare directly out the window and Eddie is fumbling with his rings as he takes them on and off, dropping the majority of them when the chorus comes round again.

It’s a very long car ride.

[theondnonly]

recent doodle :3

no I'm not coloring them I'm lazy

[iforimaginary]

My boyfriend and I were talking about TMA a while ago-

I don’t entirely remember the topic of discussion, something along the lines of Elias taking the work that’s being done at The Institute way too seriously.

But that hardly matters, because the real gem of the conversation came out when he said “I don’t think this man realises he works for institutionalised Buzzfeed Unsolved!”

— Elias Bouchard, ladies and gentlemen… works for institutionalised Buzzfeed Unsolved —

[appystruda]

Itd be kinda funny if next life series jim goes out first again and sl was just the curse taking a break

[owlf45]

the dread of all the adults in your life telling you that they'll take care of it, every time, and they don't. and now they're telling you they're not going to take care of it, so you must.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

this whole fear of repressed memories regarding sexual abuse has been following me around for years, probably since I became aware of memory loss/repressed trauma in the first place, but idk why it's been so intense this summer and it's really really frustrating how every time I think I've worked through it and gotten over it, I see a picture or someone says something and I'm all "I'M SCARED THAT THIS FAMILY MEMBER RAPED ME AS A KID AND I JUST CAN'T REMEMBER IT" and like. it's so frustrating because it's literally a symptom of OCD or whatever that I can't stop going over and over and over this, and it's driving me nuts that I can't seem to trust my own mind

[adelarsims]

on day 3 of struggling with it, i finally accepted ethan's look and i think i got used to see and love him like that!

i decided to make him matthew's producer, because it all just clicked so well: ethan as OC having a musical prodigy protege that he finds in some shitty bar playing with some band that he (ethan, not matthew) has very low opinion on, and becomes his producer and mentor, because he wants to create the music that the world will remember for decades before he loses the rest of his hearing; matthew having the same vibe as this protege in my old story (and, to be completely honest, he didn't have any other purpose aside from that i fell in love with him on the first sight and wanted to make him some important OC) so he fits this role perfectly; and i even have this band in my world that my kids have merch t-shirts of, but i didn't know who to make band members - well, it can be this band where matthew plays! it just all clicked.

(the only thing is that my original OC matthew was blonde, but blonde, red, who cares? insignificant detail, as long as the vibe's the same)

also here's ethan and matthew's height comparison. ethan's not short, but matthew's pretty tall