Matt Sturniolo - Blog Posts

⭐Welcome!⭐

~✰~ Hey! I'm Celeste, my pronouns are she/her, and I'm 19! My blog is going to be strictly Sturniolo related for now!

~✰~ What should you expect? I am a Chratt girl I can't choose. I will be eventually writing Fics, one shots, blurbs, snippets, imagines etc... Chris or Matt only. I will NOT be writing smut Fics about Nick. Expect a lot of smut, and angst. I can also get behind some fluff, plot building, so we'll see where that takes us:)

✰~ Some of my interests: Sturniolo triplets, Billie Eilish, Music, Art, Writing, Movies & Shows, Ukulele, Piano, and much more.

~✰~ Music: Billie Eilish, Lana Del Rey, Clario, Montell Fish, Frank Ocean, Mac Miller, Tyler the Creator, The Neighborhood, Dominick Fike, Radiohead, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Cigarettes After Sex, Hotel Ugly, Steve Lacy, Wallows, Mac DeMarco... I could go on for ages, so I'll stop here.

~✰~ Feel free say anything in my inbox! Whether it be about the Triplets, writing requests, music, questions, or an insane thought you have I wanna hear it! I want my blog to be a safe space for anyone who want to interact with meツ

⭐Masterlist⭐

⋆｡°✩-Chris-✩°｡⋆ ⭒coming soon

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⋆｡°✩-Chratt-✩°｡⋆ ⭒coming soon

MY MAN MY MAN

Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $60,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️‍🩹

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

Please please bring attention to this 🙏

Dear Supporter,

I hope this message finds you and your family in good health. My name is Eman Zaqout from Gaza. I am reaching you out to seek your urgent help in spreading the word about our fundraiser. I lost both my home and my job due to the ongoing genocide in Gaza and we are facing catastrophic living conditions. 💔

I kindly ask you to visit my campaign. Your support, whether through donating or sharing, will help us reach more people who can make a difference. Thank you for your continued support for the Palestinian cause. Your dedication brings us closer to freedom. 🙏🕊

Note: Verified by several people as 90-ghost and aces-and-angels. ☑

Please bring attention to this

Nick knows us too well and it's scary because he's 100% right 😭

why is matt on tumblr kinda giving praise kink. like he lovessss how much we write abt him.

"what's on tumblr 😏" "ohhh😨 shittt😏" AND THEN HE KEEPS SMILING LIKE THIS KID DEF LIKES ITT

^btw this is what comes up when you search "tumblr sturniolo" so that's probably what he saw, for context. 😭

Girl.

Ik I haven't posted since the last blue moon but omg seeing anyone mention zombie matt makes me wanna cryyy LIKE THSTS MY BABYGYY OMGGGG 😭😭😭 no matter how hard I try to make a zombie bf for me to self ship with ITS NEVER THE SAMEEE LITERALLY THE LOML🥀🥀🥀 also forever mourning chemicalsturns shawty will always be missed, atleast she posted absolute bangers amen🙏🕊

Ps this is NAWT me in my active era I have too much school work and depression to do anything lmaoo😝

Rip the sturniolo Hyperfixation🙏😖🕊🕊 I sincerely apologise for the unfinished fics that were promised and the many ideas that would have been revolutionary to the bland, neverchanging fandom this is... will I post the minuscule HCs I have for these different AUs? We may never know... will I write for something/someone else? We may never know...🪦

I have obtained them

Been going thru a lottt mentally so probably be a while until anything gets donee🙏🙏 pls forgive me

oh so yall don't even wanna hear my ideas... okay... I get it...

✮⋆˙ TAGLIST!!! ˙⋆✮

This will probably update if I get other things I wanna write for :3

🌈 - Anything and everything

🧠 - Thoughts and random things

💌 - Anything Triplets

🩷 - Triplets n Friends

💙 - Matt Sturniolo

🧡 - Chris Sturniolo

💜 - Nick Sturniolo

🐤 - Anything Quackity

🎧 - Cc!q

🎲 - C!q

🎀 - Q!q

🧔‍♂️ - Anything Jake Gyllenhaal

🐑 - Jack Twist

🐰 - Donnie Darko

🍃 - Pilot Kelson

📖 - Holden Worther

⚖️ - Detective Loki

📰 - Robert Graysmith

🫧 - Jimmy Livingston

Comment as many as u want!!! ^w^

These are just some ideas I have stored away and whichever wins will be what comes after You're so Creepy p.3 :DD

Part 3 of You're so Creepy IS in the works!!! I'm just a lil distracted rn so pls bare with me😭😭 after part 3 I reckon I won't do anymore parts just Z!Matt hcs and stuff 🤗😇 also might do a poll on what ideas ppl want me to write next :D

♱ You're so Creepy ♱ p.2

Zombie!Matt x Emo!Reader p.1

Z!Matt pic made by @so0thsayer ^^

╰┈➤ No pronouns, Reader mostly referred to as 'You', only 1 use of Y/N, emo is not mentioned in this part btw

Warnings: Description of a zombie, creepiness, lonely reader, not properly proof read

In your small town there was always a myth about monsters that roam the woods at night, monsters that were once alive… once human… but you know this is no myth…

The next few days everything scared you, even though you had convinced yourself that what you saw out your window wasn't real, the memory of looking death in the face still scared you. For days you couldn't sleep properly out of fear that the corpse would climb through your window in the middle of the night. You wouldn’t even go into the woods, always walking straight home after school and staying shut inside for the rest of the evening with the windows and curtains closed.

But because you haven't gone out to the tombstone in a while you've started to feel just as isolated as when you first got here, not talking to anyone, not leaving the house, lost in your own thoughts. The grave of the unknown person helped you, honestly it saved you. You could talk about whatever you wanted and it would listen, you miss it.

Recently you’ve been feeling a little better, less scared of everything around you, so you decided to be brave and go see your friend.

The slow walk through the dense woods was frightening, every rustle or crunch would make you yelp, scared that the monster boy from your nightmares would jump out and eat your brains. Eventually you recognised the trees and surroundings as the ones close to the rock and you started to get excited at the thought of being able to talk to it once more and apologising for neglecting it the past few weeks but quickly, you stop dead in your tracks.

There is a young boy standing in front of the grave, slouched and hunched over like a sluggish dying body, he looks a sickly green colour and his matted, shaggy hair falls over his face. His clothes are like dirty old rags and they hang off his body in a lifeless way. You almost ask if he's ok until you notice the gigantic hole in front of the tombstone and the amount of dirt on the boy’s hands.

Suddenly you came to the frightening realisation that what you saw outside your window that night wasn’t all in your head, it was real. And so are the stories of monsters and beasts in the forest, because you met one.

You let out a shocked gasp and your hand flies over your mouth in an attempt to hide from the corpse of a man in front of you but his head slowly drags over to your direction, his dark and frightening eyes landing on your frozen pose. It is only now that you really get a good look at him, his features are sharp and shrunken but there is something curious and inviting in the way he looks at you. There is a stitch that runs from the middle of his cheek to the middle of his nose and his mouth is open like he is about to say something but the words won't come out.

You slowly lower your hands from your mouth and shuffle forward ever so slightly, testing to see if he would jump at you and rip your face off. Thankfully he didn't, he actually flinched away from you. “Oh- no don’t worry… I wont hurt you.” You mumble in response to his fear. At your words he relaxes his shoulders (not like they weren't already slouched) and you inch closer to him, studying his rotten features; the dark bags under his eyes, somehow his lips and eyelids are both blue and pink making him look both alive and dead. You stop in front of him as he stares at you with his prominent blue eyes, not being able to fully read his emotions.

 “Is- is this your grave?” You ask, glancing down at the hole and then back up at him. His head slowly nods in a way that looks like it's about to fall off and grunts, deep from the back of his throat. The corner of your lips start to quirk up in a smile realising the wish you made that night accidentally became true.

At an agonisingly slow pace you and the decrepit boy walk back to your house in silence, too scared and in shock to say anything while you drag him along by the forearm, helping him not trip over on branches or rocks along the path. When you arrive outside your house you’re extremely cautious as to not let anyone see him while you open your bedroom window and help him get in before he lands on the ground with a loud thud, thank the lord your parents aren’t home.

You climb in the window after him and help him up off the ground by his arm, being careful with it as you're scared you're gonna rip it off or something. As he stands in front of you with his slouched posture, staring at you intensely, you feel like you should be waking up from a dream any moment now and your eyes will open to the bright, warm sunlight coming through your bedroom window, shining directly on your bed in a soft, comforting way. But you never wake up. There really, truly, is a zombie in your room, staring at you like he either wants to rip off your face or kiss you.

While you are stuck in your thoughts the corpse's hand slowly lifts up and he raises a finger that falls to the top of your chest, tapping a little before he gets out a low grunt. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you stare at him, trying to figure out what he is doing or asking. In an almost frustrated tone he grunts again, this time louder and he nods his head towards you. “M-Me?” He slightly nods a little and taps your chest, trying to convey something without words like a game of charades.

 “Mmmame” The boy spurts out in an unintelligible way. “Mm- my- my name?” You say pointing to yourself slightly and he nods, seeming happy you finally understood what he wanted. “I’m Y/N… uhm- what’s your name?” You hesitantly ask, not sure if he remembers or could even say it if he did. Slowly he brings the finger on your chest up to his and his mouth hangs open slightly while he groans. “Mmmatt…” He mumbles in a way that seems like it took a lot of effort as he sighs after and his hand falls back down to his side. “Matt? Your name is Matt?” You question and he once again nods in response with a croaky groan falling from his limp lips. You slightly smile at him and feel heat slowly rise on your cheeks as your head tilts curiously while you look at him, you like the name, you think it suits him in a weird sort of way. 

Divider by @sister-lucifer ^^

A/N: this one is a little longer but i hope u enjoy also sorry for the lack of romance so far jajaja😭

updated my intro!!!

✮⋆˙ WELCOME 2 MY MIND ˙⋆✮

☆~⠀ ⠀⠀Spoon⠀⠀⠀ノ⠀⠀⠀he/it⠀⠀⠀ ×

⠀⠀Audhd⠀⠀⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀⠀⠀mlm⠀ ⠀⠀~☆

╰► Quackity Aus⋆˙₊ ⠀Sturniolos⠀!!

#1 Zombie!Matt luvr 》 Scemo ₊○

inbox is open to anyone that just wants to chat or give ideas for fics!!

My special interests are Movies/film, Sociology & psychology and Quackity :33 PLS talk to me about these things!!

I like a lot of different media so don't be surprised if I switch fandoms a sometimesss lol

I am into a lotta concerning things so if I get a lil too freaky and you don't like it just scroll and continue on with ur day thank uuu

I loooveeeee making playlists and Pinterest boards about the things I like and AUs I've made so if u wanna follow them i would greatly appreciate itt!!!

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/31zgd4e4gogftx2iymevh74jitay?si=97188211c0eb48cb

Pinterest: https://pin.it/4nEmiw55C

Will definitely be writing more parts to the Zombie!Matt fic🫶🫶 ofc this time he will actually be in it 😭 thank u all for the loveee :3 I'm v glad people like the random idea I had while playing the sims and listening to Monster by Dev on repeat

♱ You're so Creepy ♱

Zombie!Matt x Emo!Reader p.2

╰┈➤ No pronouns or Y/N, reader is referred to as 'you' only

Warnings: Description of a zombie, Blood (minimal), creepiness, lonely reader, not properly proof read

In your small town there was always a myth about monsters that roam the woods at night, monsters that were once alive… once human… but you know this is no myth…

You often thought the people in town were boring and dull, with nothing interesting going on in their lives; you on the other hand, you stood out. Your alternative clothes, emo hairstyle and loud taste in music is something this small community was unfamiliar with so when you moved there after your parents divorce you were basically ostracised with no friends, but you were fine with that, you liked the woods better anyways.

After school while walking home you take long detours through the dark mass of trees that engulf the town, just listening to the beautiful sounds of the animals in the trees and the leaves rustling beneath your feet. The woods felt safe and comforting despite what your classmates and neighbours often told you. Leaning close and whispering in your ear about stories of noises and shadows, disappearances and dead animals; you listened eagerly to their stories, taking much interest in anything macabre and morbid. As much as you knew these rumours were fake, a part of you wished it was true so this place wouldn't be so boring. 

While walking through a new part of the forest you pluck a few flowers, pretty little white ones. As you continue walking through the dense trees, shrugging your backpack up on your shoulder a little more after it starts to slip off, you notice a small, jagged square-ish shaped stone structure in the distance. When you get closer to it you see small engravings that resemble words but it's so beaten up and weathered down it's hard to tell what it says but you can tell it is someone's grave so you think it's a good idea to place the dainty flowers down in front of the rock. Smiling to yourself at the bittersweet sight. “Rest well” You mumble before heading back through the woods to be back home in time for dinner.

Throughout the next few weeks you found yourself walking back to the grave without a clue on why. You would sit there in front of the dirty stone and tell it about your day, what you're learning in school, what others say about you in the halls, how much you hate your teachers ect. For some unknown reason it gave you comfort in your loneliness, you truly felt like you had a friend again, or at least someone that would just listen. 

“Gosh you have no idea… It's like no one wants to be their own person! Everyone is just the same… would you be the same?” You desperately ask the inanimate rock, sighing lightly at the lack of conversation. “I wish you were alive… because you're my only friend.” You mumble after feeling pathetic. Noticing the ombre colours forming in the sky you grab your bag and sling it over one shoulder before placing down todays flowers over the small pile that has grown over your many visits and start to walk away; suddenly you swear you hear something shuffle behind you but when you flick your head around there is nothing except for the grave. “Too many zombie movies…” You mumble to yourself before walking back home on your usual path.

That night everything felt strange and eerie, You kept feeling like you were being watched, like there was someone that was looking at you through windows or they were standing in the corner of rooms, the hair on your arms and back of your neck stood up, getting shivers, you even thought you saw someone outside while you were eating dessert at the dinner table. You convinced yourself it was just your imagination, you just spooked yourself out and needed to go to bed, in the morning you’ll feel fine. As you lay under the soft sheets on your bed, listening to the sounds of your own deep breaths to try to calm yourself down enough to be able to sleep you hear a faint tapping sound. You ignore it, believing it's only in your head or it's just a raccoon and it will go away, but whenever the tapping would stop it would only start back up again seconds later and louder than before. Out of pure frustration and fear you jump up out of bed and slowly tiptoe your way over to the window, the moonlight slightly peeking through the crack of the dark curtains, making things only more eerie and suspenseful. Your hands shake as they grab the fabric, the tapping feeling more urgent and desperate the longer you wait. 

When you pull back the curtain the sight you see is…

Morbid.

In the dark shine of the moonlight there is a boy, his hair is dark and messy, theres dirt and sticks all throughout it, his skin is pale but also many disgusting shades of pinks and greens, some parts of his face is stitched up and his mouth falls open in a unsettling, decrepit way with blood slowly starting to drip down his bottom lip. His eyes are dark in the moonlight and you’re only able to see one but it's strikingly blue as he looks at you with an unreadable stare.

You want to scream but your body doesn't let you. All you can do is stare with wide eyes as he stares at you back, still tapping a slender finger on the corner of the window. When you finally come to your senses you shut the curtains as quick as you can and run back to your bed, climbing under the sheets as your body trembles from fear.

“I must be fucking crazy.”

Divider by @sister-lucifer ^^

stayed up WAY too late writing this but tmmrw she will be posted🙏🙏 beyond proud of this actually

I Made a Zombie!Matt playlist and a pintrest board because I'm insane and so fully obsessed with hin😍😊

As of right now I can't get myself to write but I REALLY want to IM ITCHING TO I MUST WRITE ABOUT THE LOML😉😁😄😆😇😇😊🤗🤗😄😄😁😆😃

Oh I just want to pat zombie Matt on the head and put him in my pocket oh that's my baby💔💔

✮⋆˙ WELCOME 2 MY MIND ˙⋆✮

☆~⠀ ⠀⠀Spoon⠀⠀⠀ノ⠀⠀⠀he/it⠀⠀⠀ ×

⠀⠀Audhd⠀⠀⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀⠀⠀mlm⠀ ⠀⠀~☆

╰► Quackity Aus⋆˙₊ ⠀Donnie darko⠀!!

#1 Pilot Kelson luvr 》 Scemo ₊○

Taglist!!

inbox is open to anyone that just wants to chat or give ideas for fics!!

My special interests are Movies/film, Sociology & psychology and Quackity :33 PLS talk to me about these things!!

I like a lot of different media so don't be surprised if I switch fandoms sometimesss lol

I am into a lotta concerning things so if I get a lil too freaky and you don't like it just scroll and continue on with ur day thank uuu

I loooveeeee making playlists and Pinterest boards about the things I like and AUs I've made so if u wanna follow them i would greatly appreciate itt!!!

Spotify:

Pinterest:

Absolutely terrible drawings but I couldn't stop thinking about monster/zombie Mattttt omgggg😭😭🙏🙏🙏 (plus other silly drawings I've done)

This idea was the main thing that got me thru school today :'3

SOMEONE PLS WRITE A MATT FIC BASED ON THIS SONG

PLS DO YOU SEE THE VISION LIKE I DO PLSSSS😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏 MONSTER MATT X EMO READER I BEG OF YOU

Why are Matt and I literally matchingg🤭🤭 (my birthday was before theirs he copied meeee!!)

Where are the emo bitches in the Sturniolo fandom bro😭💔

kill me now.

im excited that the triplets r going on tour but im genuinely terrified to meet them. like thats scary asf…

so ik it’s been a LONGGG time since i’ve written anything but if i were to write anything like what would u guys wanna see??

This music video got me cryingggg😭 why they eat that up tho