#more like brain fart

[raspberrylix]

was working on the longer stardew related story with deeper backstories and little emotional slow burn, yet very quickly lost interest and inspiration again, and then last night, this happened

enjoy

[kev-smell-my-fart]

i wanted this to be part of a full doodle page but I’m currently experiencing symptoms!!! so here’s this idiot again

[fujii-draws]

Grovyle, Celebi, and Dusknoir creating the most intricate plan regarding the most appropriate time to meet Hero and Partner again in the present while they’re next to the Passage of Time. How they’ll explore the present first as a trio for a couple more weeks/months, have Grovyle and Celebi reunite with the two whilst also giving a Big Heads Up regarding Dusknoir; where they’d then go on to see whether or not they truly want him there, and take the necessary action based on their decision. (Whether it’s a unanimous ‘fuck no we don’t want him back’, 50/50, or completely okay with starting over.) Nodding in agreement towards the plan and stepping into the portal together.

They then proceed to immediately get spotted by Hero and Partner just relaxing on the beach.

[doki-doki-imagines]

Kenshi loves to take care of his plants. A little bonsai, red daisies, and when it's the right season, strawberries on the window of his kitchen.

He used to look at them every morning, caressing their leaves and pulling out any weed that could damage their growth. Kenshi also has a name for all of them, it's not like he greets them, but he likes to admire them.

Gardening for him is like meditating. An habit he picked up long ago. A way to run away from all the atrocities he executed for the yakuza. The screams of horror and pain trying to be silenced by nature. Tattooed and roughed hands that don't forget anything, calluses always there to remind him of his past, caressing the soft leaves of his bonsai. The same hands that took away so many lives now giving life back.

Now Kenshi is blind, but his ancestors guide his every step. They can be a times too overbearing, bickering on the best way to improve the soil quality, but it's nothing that can't be resolved by pulling Sento down.

And even if Kenshi is surrounded by darkness he can recognize the soft leaves of his bonsai and the velvet petals of his daisies. He still understands when his strawberries need a bit more of his attention and Kenshi, as a patient lover, listens to their needs.

In the silence of his house, enveloped by darkness Kenshi can hear them all. Heart is finally at peace.

Finally finding tranquillity

[crustyfloor]

The idea of Till having a certain sentiment of regret, hate? towards Ivan for what he did in round 6 jumbled up with his already mixed feelings about Ivan because of the person he is and how he treated Till when they were kids up until now, it's a lot. It breaks my heart but feels a little too real.

[gemharvest]

I appreciate all forms of Ekurei but I think the strongest form is where Ekubo is still in that green wisp form and Reigen is just inexplicably Into That. During downtime in the office he pulls Ekubo down to sit on his chest as he reclines and everyone looks at him like 🤨 🤨 😐-~{🤨] and he just stares back, Ekubo cradled in his arms, and goes "Whaaaaattt..." He would kiss that spirit in front of everybody but its EKUBO who would feel way too embarrassed by that.

[radioducky]

Alastor as a serial killer somewhat along the lines of Dexter? Imagine this!

I recently read up on the Trivia around the show and came across this little detail. If he proceeded just like Dexter by only killing ‚bad people’ then most if not all of his victims were sinners, probably rotting in hell just like him.

How funny would it be if one of them recognizes Alastor as his killer since Alastor never changed his name after he died!?

I’d definitely read that kind of crackfic lol

[sanza-17]

7, 10, and 11 for Irene :333

Thank you so much for the asks!!🫶

I had to think pretty hard for some of these my brain might be dead today lol

7. Lover or a fighter - I think Irene’s a bit of both now that I think about it, especially during the beginning of eso where she has a more brighter and maybe even “naive” outlook on life making her more of a “lover” despite getting sacrificed not too long ago and she’s a kind, altruistic person in nature and just eager to help because she gets the chance to see what the world is like beyond the walls of Daggerfall. But after the events of summerset where she becomes slightly bitter and upset by what takes place, she shifts towards going for a more direct approach for a while until she finally finds that middle ground again between the two.

10. Does this character share anything in common with you - to be honest quite a lot lol, Irene is basically a self insert at this point not just in physical appearance but also in giving her similar traits/likes and dislikes to mine, such as liking the colour blue. Hating spiders, liking spicy food and desserts but hating the heat. Not to mention that a lot of the choices she makes are ones that I would make if I were in her position.

11. Do they have any epithets/aliases - apart from the ones that the vestige gets in game, I haven’t really thought of any others but since the vestige is immortal and by the time of TES II : Daggerfall Irene is still alive and un-aging and still living in Daggerfall like she has been since the day she was born in the 2nd era, but instead of adventuring she’s mostly doing whatever, overseeing the running of the rosy lion inn (it belongs to her father/family in my canon lol rip gregoire Lafont) and being a business boss babe in general whilst everyone fights over the Numidium and the totem. I think at this point people would probably refer to her as “Irene the undying” or something goofy like that (in her opinion) because it definitely fits the idea of her casually being around for so long instead of fading into obscurity.

[lilacstarvix]

TotK 'Resurrection AU'

Something I've had on my mind for a little while now, is a TotK AU where Rauru and Sonia get 'brought back to life' during the events of the game.

Sonia is also the target of my zonai-ification nonsense instead of Link this time, I do be putting people in creechurification situations since my Submas days.

I did some deranged rambling writing about it too, little bit of warning, there is some panicking:

When Rauru woke up, the last thing he remembers was bidding Link farewell, followed by a warm feeling that seems to have lasted for an eternity but also no time at all.

He looks around to see that he is in a room, one shrouded in darkness, of Zonai architecture, but ancient, even by his standards.

Feeling cold stone beneath him, he notices that he is wearing nothing but underwear, 'This must've been how Link felt' Rauru ponders before he gets up and starts wandering the empty room.

Time begins to pass as his brain begins to process the fact that he is 'Alive' and that he has no clue where he is and begins to panic, calling out for Sonia, calling out for Mineru, calling out for the sages, calling out for Link...but nobody came.

Rauru begins to wander, calling out into the empty halls in hopes that anyone or anything will reveal it's presence.

Meanwhile elsewhere in the facility:

Sonia wakes from a warm 'dream', her last memory being of falling 'asleep' in Rauru's arms while recovering from something she can't quite remember properly.

The room is dark, cold, her face feels heavy, her ears feel pressed against frigid stone, her forehead feels... weird... to say the least.

As she gets up her whole body aches but not in a way that hurts, like a stiff muscle finally loosening.

She turns to sit up she finally looks own and notices a grey protrusion on her face, aswell as her whole body being covered in a similar grey, reaching a hand to touch it.. ..fur. Soft, thin fur, almost too soft, like a newborn puppy or other small mammal.

Slowly she reached upwards, touching the... snout.. on her face, trailing her hands further up her hands reach her forehead.

Gently, Sonia presses against the soft bump, almost instinctually the 'bump' opens her vision widens vertically for a brief moment.

'A third eye' Sonia realizes, among other thoughts racing through her mind as she puts together, that for some reason she is now a Zonai and lost in this strange unfamiliar place, with nobody in sight.

Sonia finally stands up although her legs feel unstable, and a little shorter than what her muscle memory thinks they should be, but regardless she begins to walk-waddle around, to get a better look at this dilapidated, dark, dreary and empty structure and hopefully find somebody, something or just a way out of here to get her bearings.

Back to Rauru

Rauru has been occasionally yelling out for help for a few hours now, to him it mattered not if the attention was positive or negative at this point, he just needed to see someone, anyone, hell even a warrior construct would be a welcome presence over the sheer loneliness this place echoed.

But finally something other than his shouts break the silence.

Footsteps.

It took Rauru a moment to realize that he wasn't just imagining things as he not only hears the footsteps, but sees a figure off in the distance of the dimly lit halls.

A distinctly Zonai shape, that also seems fianlly notice him , they begin to stumble, walk, then run towards Rauru with relief, enthusiasm and desperation that shocked Rauru.

He began to wonder how much longer this eager Zonai must've been alone for to reach such desperation, before he begins to hearing her voice and upon seeing her face, despite how different it was, those wise teal pools couldn't belong to anyone other than...

.."Sonia!"

(Part 2 here!)

(Link to the Ao3 version of the fic here, it has many more chapters than what I have on tumblr)

[ganondoodle]

sorry about that last rambling post, i didnt mean to sound like its worse than it may be, but i got no ... lense to view it through but my own, and the main reason i wrote it out anyway was bc i needed to get it out (even if posting it might be not the greatest idea) .. and bc it kinda showcases, i think, how my stories kinda write themselves, involuntarily in a way? its not like im not putting in any effort- but its like .. i cant STOP it always keeps going and even the dumbest idea stays in some form, its very hard to get everything in place bc theres so much going on all the while i am very slow at making anything, writing or drawing anything, especially anythign coherent is very hard bc not only do i get constantly distracted, i get distracted by my own thoughts suddendly skipping to a certain scene and me having to go throguh imagining in detail NO MATTER how many times i have done it before for the same scene that i already decided on how it goes, when theres a new idea it can take over my entire day bc i cant let go of it-

not trying to sound either like im the only that has that sort of problem, but i think its a big part as of why i start tso many projects without being able to finish them, or even start them bc i constantly have to fight my own thoughts from derailing into another daydream session, thinking of too much too fast than i can ever draw or even write about and not knowing what is worthwhile and what isnt (im telling you i have no idea what is good and what isnt, idk why but for all i know all things i do could be trash, or they all could be bad, maybe the one i thinnk is decent is actually worse than the things i deem not good enough and once i start to think no this isnt good enough i stop having fun making or thinking it bc im trying to do better

honestly its kind of impressive that i can get anything out at all, not to pat myself on the back there but even if i hate how long it takes me, considering how much im having to work just to start working on something at all, the fact that i could post stuff coherent enough for some people to understand AND LIKE is something i should be a little more proud of

[loderlied]

i will go to sleep NOW 🫵 (pointing at myself)

[valcaine]

prolonged eye contact

(horned character in the second frame does not belong to me)

[brainrot-stitch]

Chat. Wiwi headcanon time (spoilers btw!!)

He's smart, we know this. He's perceptive, if u will. Imagine him investigating the wisps, moving through the dark forest of dead, clawing trees. Following these blue flickers of light, each time he gets close to one is flicks out and another appears later in the path. He gets to the cliff and reaches towards the will o wisp in the sky, the only one so far thats let him get this close, but stops as he feels himself teeter on the edge. He sees the cliff, realizes the danger of being this far out, and goes to take a step back. Before he can tho, he feels a gust of wind against his back, just enough to cause him to stumble.

And he falls.

Just imagine

William Wisp didn't trip.

They pushed him.

Anyways he's also a silly billy and has wild fucking ptsd from being literally torn apart by the trickster ok bye (I did it I finished pd I'm I'm shambles rn)

Wait not.ok bye I'm back hiii ok I'm a big fan of the hc that will smokes

Like it's just silly and I have my reasons

Also after everything. Like the final battle. An unconscious nervous habit he'd pick up would just be like crossing his arms over his chest/stomach

Would make him feel a bit more safe in a way. Less vulnerable. Less like he's about to be torn in fucking two

Ok now byebye actually yall might get more headcanons later who knows

[shadystranger]

combine that blind-following militaristic nature dean takes with his goals like a general's orders and his conscious ability to rid himself of blame/criticism similar to someone who doesn’t even register their actions were wrong at a point he makes all his calls from a place of conceived rightness and with built-in pre-existing evaluation there's nothing to hold him strongly to regret or change his mind so dean really could be the one harming sam actively raping him or killing him and he'd be telling himself he HAS TO DO IT and then everything will be alright again he'll be soothing Sam He's doing this for Sam. He's doing this for Sam. And he'll be fully convinced of it bc he's so far up his distorted head and he doesn't and wont take a step back and rationlize anything bc he's driven to insanity and you're crazy if you dont think dean's emotions dawn on him like a fucking hurricane he's completely and astronomically lost in it bc this man never learned how to regulate his id (the fruedian one which tracks)

[doki-doki-imagines]

Dark contend ahead! TW: manipulative!reader, mindfucked!sae itoshi

Sae Itoshi poor boy that doesn't know anything outside football. Maybe if he pulled his head out of his ass sooner he would have noticed how you played with his pretty little head. But there is no way the icy prince Sae wouldn't notice something like that, such a good player must be clever too. So when you told him countless lies about people next to him "They all want your talent and fame Sae-chan~ They can't wait to stab your back, your little bro included. In this world we are the only people of value" it didn't cross his mind that you were playing with his heart and mind, using him as your fave puppet. But how could he suspect you when all he could see were exactly the scenarios you always described him? Everyone is shit, every word is poison, every person he knows want his fame and success, they are all reject. You are the only light, you are the only person he can feel at ease with, you are the only person Sae desires. And know here he is, crying and biting into his pillow because his team lost and he didn't score any goal, but worse than everything, you won't love him anymore, because it is impossible for such a divine creature to stay with a loser like him "Sae~ have you heard about this Michael? He play in Germany, journalists say that he's gonna be the best player ever!" and Sae see all the likes you give at his photos and now you even have his number! You can't leave him, you are his safe place, he MUST be the best or he won't be able to have you anymore, hold you, taste you. Sae is hallucinating, he can hear your voice, your fingers on him, your taste and it takes very little to start humping the pillow, now placed between his legs. He starts to imagine what you would say to him, in such a miserable state. Nothing, you would say nothing, just step on his chest and spit on his mouth; it would taste heavenly. Just like that Sae cum in his pants, snotty nose and eyelashes soiled with tears. Truly miserable. "Sae-chan~ you really can't do anything without me anymore mh?" He can't.

[gemwolfz]

yay i had time for frog doodles today :) including bodyswap concept and the sketch of keroros ponysona