#theu are in my brain.

[enlighten3d]

tada dot point oc lore that i thought up on my plane ride tonight (just got home agh finallyyy) and yes. this is a curse now. oc lore be upon ye/silly :3

-So Tim (janette’s dad) did leave for a reason other than oh weird cult. Diana did try to kill him. He’s blind in his right eye because of it (she had to kill someone to become the cult leader)

-Janette shot huan lin in the back of the head and then immediately hopped back in the car they were driving and sat there in dead silence. and then got jumpscared by huan’s ghost who was like ‘WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT’/hj

-Dana and Tim were a highschool couple (guy who’s ‘alternative’ for the 60’s and very religious girl the couple ever)

-Janette originally was meant to be in a polycule/qpr thing with josh and adele but then @koymoa made adele a terrible person so. lore happened.

-ADELE IS KIND OF THE REASON FOR CLAIRE’S DEATH AND RYAN SAW HIS SISTER’S BODY GET DECAPITATED. poor guy.

okok byeee i will send non lore related asks i promisee

I WOULDVE REPLIED TO THIS EARLIER BUT TUMBLR PUT ME IN POST JAIL RAHHHHH (posted too much. i hate post limit ): )

OC LORE BE UPON ME 💥💥‼️ i have been fed... just so you know, this is like.. throwing enrichment into my enclosure. enrichment that i also eat. this is great.

O H. OH BOY. HALF-BLIND HUH?? WELL THATS F U N . id imagine that didnt affect his life in any way /s. does he wear an eyepatch..... he should wear an eyepatch.. (/nf, this is just Silly). what does he say when ppl ask him how he lost the eye.. "oh my evil cult leader ex-wife tried to kill me. its fine tho ! i took one of our children and left the other to suffer (:"

AHEHFJFJR. huan lin mustve been SOOO confused ngl. one second he wasnt dead... the next he was, and was a GHOST at it. imagine your best friend killing you, you become a ghost, find her, and shes just sitting ominously in her car..... gods, poor janette. did she even expect the ghost?? she mustve, right? considering her mum already haunts her...

weird fucking power couple ngl.. in the bad way LMAO

..oh how the turns table..... imagine happy qpr jodelette (thats their ship name now /hj (there is probably already ship names and shit, i just dont know them so im making stuff up so i dont have to type out all their names zWhmJEJFR)) meeting Fucked Up jadele. like. how would that go down. these guys are Silly and Happy, no fucked up bullshit... and these guys want to literally kill eachother and are traumatised as fuck. would evil adele want to kill happy adele. would she. id bet she would ... little acrophobic motherfucker..

OH. ?? RYAN!?? YIU GOO?? poor guy.. what the fuvk.. first his arm gets chopped off by his gf, next his sister gets decapitated which is somehow caused by his mother?? (idk if thats the actual order of events) oh thats Fun. giving the guy. a shock blanket, i swear

ALSO. WHAT HAPPENS TO OLIVER. PLEASE TELL ME. I FORGOT TO ASK THST. (olivers kemis kid right? the one that tim just drops off at janettes place and then Leaves?? it was smth like that..)

SEND ME ALLLL THE LORE ASKS EVER. I WILL EAT THEM !!! GOOD SOUP!! ENRICHMENT !!! heheheheh

[sahrberrii]

guys hypothetically why would atsumu and iwa ever be in a gc together

[ashendalia]

Love when stupid feelings once again resurface and make me second guess my silly ships

[grimalditeuthis]

id like some podcast recs please

you can have. one podcast rec. this one

[mikuhats]

Im gonna play my video games tomorrow hehehehe and im gonna try to not get super consumed in playing it all the time bcus ik how i get... and i dont wanna stop reading asm.... nods head

[tacobacoyeet]

OK OK SO Patrick x reader based off the song once last time by Ariana grande … walk with me …

reader and Patrick are on and off and kinda toxic but one night when her and her friends are in a convenience store all dressed up just stopping by on their way to the oarty and there’s some other people outside and PATRICK is one of them and reader is just looking through the window at him longingly… and then they get to the party and everyone is dancing and reader is jusg looking at him and he catches her staring and then she can tell that he wants her as much as she wants him and he walks upstairs motioning for her to follow and theu go into a random bedroom and POUND TOWN because their just so addicted to eachother…sorry for yapping I went on a rant

one last time | patrick zweig x reader

a/n: yeah baby i walked with you. we all know song-based fics are my weakness LOL

warnings: SMUT 18+, honestly this is short and was just a good excuse for me to write patrick smut, hastily written and proofread

It always started like this.

A quiet ache blooming beneath your ribs, impossible to ignore. It wasn’t loud. Not yet. Just the echo of a memory, the weight of a name you hadn’t said aloud in weeks but still tasted like home.

Patrick.

You hadn’t expected to see him. Not tonight. Not like this.

The convenience store buzzed with cheap fluorescent lights and too-loud laughter from your friends, who were picking out snacks before the party. You were in heels, sequins catching the glow, heart already thudding too fast—and then you saw him.

Outside. Leaning against the wall like the night owed him something, cigarette in one hand, eyes on the sky.

Patrick Fucking Zweig.

His hair was longer than you remembered. A little messier. He looked good. Too good. Like he always did when you swore you were over him.

And just like that, the ache got louder.

"Don't," your best friend said, voice low, cutting through the static in your brain.

You blinked. "What?"

She followed your gaze through the window. Her sigh was almost affectionate. Almost.

"He's a fucking disaster, Y/N. He always has been. Stop wasting your time."

You tore your eyes away, but it was too late. The heat had already pooled low in your stomach. That familiar pull had already begun. And when you looked back again, just for a second—he was looking too.

---

The party was already packed when you arrived. Music pulsed through the walls, thick with bass, the kind that made your chest vibrate and your drink fizz over. Your heels clicked against the hardwood as you moved through waves of bodies and perfume and laughter.

You tried to focus on the chaos—your friends, the flashing lights, the music—but your eyes were hunting. Searching.

And then...

There he was.

Leaning against the archway to the living room, drink in hand, head tilted like he’d been waiting for you. The second your eyes met, it was over. The crowd fell away. The noise dimmed. And suddenly, it was just the two of you again.

You looked away first. You had to.

But a minute later, you felt it: his gaze on you, heavy and molten. When you finally looked up again, he was already walking toward the stairs.

He didn’t say a word.

Just looked at you. Held it. Waited.

Then nodded toward the hallway, a silent invitation.

Your breath caught. Your chest ached.

But you followed him anyway.

The door slammed shut. Hard.

And then it was chaos.

You barely had time to think before he was on you—grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head against the wall, mouth devouring yours with a kind of desperation that tasted like hunger and regret and something wicked. He kissed like he needed it to stay alive.

"You can't get enough of me, huh?" he rasped against your lips, a mean smirk on his face. "You're so desperate."

You gasped as he shoved your dress up around your waist and sank to his knees without ceremony, tongue already tracing heat over your inner thigh. His hands were everywhere—rough, impatient, worshipping and cruel all at once.

When he dragged your panties down with his teeth, your knees almost buckled.

"Fuck, I missed this," he groaned, licking a stripe up your center like he was trying to ruin you from the ground up.

You moaned, loud and shameless, tangling your fingers in his hair and yanking just to feel him growl.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t let you go.

He sucked like he was claiming you, fingers digging bruises into your thighs to keep you still while he feasted like a man starved. Your legs trembled, body jerking against the wall as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

When you finally came, it ripped through you in a way that felt criminal.

But he wasn’t done.

He stood and kissed you again—mouth soaked in you, breath ragged—as he fumbled with his belt, yanking his jeans down just enough.

“Turn around,” he ordered. Voice dark. Unforgiving.

You obeyed.

Hands flat on the wall, you arched back into him—and he didn’t hesitate.

He slammed into you in one brutal thrust that knocked the air from your lungs. You cried out, forehead pressed to your arm, fingers curling against the paint.

He was rough. Mean. Each thrust a punishment, a confession, a rock-sold statement. He grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise, his other hand snaking around to grip your throat and pull you back against him.

"Say it," he growled in your ear. "Say you still want me."

"I want you," you choked, broken and breathless. "God, Patrick, I need you—"

That made him snap.

He fucked you like he wanted to break you apart and then keep every shattered piece.

When you came again, he followed—biting down on your shoulder, spilling into you with a guttural sound that echoed against the walls.

Silence followed. Heavy. Tangled.

Neither of you moved.

Not yet.

Eventually, he pulled out and stepped away like the distance might help him breathe. You stayed there—hands still braced on the wall, dress ruined, chest rising and falling like you'd just surfaced from deep water.

He didn’t say anything. Just dragged a hand through his hair, eyes flickering with everything he wouldn’t voice.

You turned slowly, your back hitting the wall again, arms wrapping around your stomach.

"So that's it?" you asked, voice low. Brittle.

His jaw clenched. "What do you want me to say?"

You swallowed. Hard. "That this means something. That it's not just another repeat of us fucking and pretending it didn't happen."

He laughed—sharp, hollow. "You really want to talk about pretending?"

Silence. Thick. Drowning.

Your lip trembled, but you refused to let the tears fall.

"You're the one who always leaves," you whispered.

Patrick’s face cracked. Just for a second.

"Maybe because staying with you feels like handing you the gun every time and daring you to pull the trigger."

You didn’t respond. Couldn’t.

You both just stood there, broken in the same patterns, addicted to the same wreckage.

He looked at you like he wanted to stay.

But when the door opened, he left.

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tagging: @kimmyneutron @kharwreck @babyspiderling @queensunshinee @hanneh69 @jamespotteraliveversion @glennussy @awaywithtime @artstennisracket @artdonaldsonbabygirl

[house-of-hamartia]

Hi there, everyone <3

once again, sorry about the absence, lately I have kinda been with my head up in the clouds, and spent more time away from the internet because I was working on a personal creative project that took the majority of my creative energies so to speak, and I feel immensely guilty because fml.

BUT.

BUT.

The brain is lingering on Shay and Dora (as it always does, when I need some rest - I mean, they are my comfort otp for one reason fml), so I have been doodling some doodles whenever I had some spare energies from all the brainstorming.

Theu are still too sketch-like for me to share, but I am working on and off on their artworks and cannot wait to share more.

Also, I wanted to say that I received the asks you sent, and am preparing a little something to answer them.

So fear not, as soon as I have something decent to present, I will share it here <3

For now, thank you for sticking around, it means a great deal to me me <3

--Nemo

[ahemnaaaasebenyaaaa]

LINK CLICK this anime has been occuping my brain since Braidon arc started I just love these two so much and can't find many fanarts or fanfics for them to satisfy THE THIRST FOR THESE GAY BASTARDS SO I HAD TO TAKE MATTERS IN MY OWN HANDS AND THIS CAME to be

THEY ARE JUST SO HOT THE MAN EPILATOR AND THE CANNIBAL THEU ARE JUST ISHEHDYEU

I love their dynamic Just want to see them interact but I'm sure the scene would get out of hand and will become too gay for the anime to handle

[glowstickspinalfluid]

confessions of a rotten girl miku!!! i love blending mode layers theu make everything so fast!!!!!

it's been stuck in my head for a while, right next to the house-like carpet thing toby fox made. my only reprieve is that the two songs are different enough my brain has not mixed them together

[bleedingichorhearts]

I have a folow request up to this ask, please. If you're up to it I think your HCs on the mater would be awesome.

What do you think would be the romance potential/lack there of for each of OG Pre-Heresy Legions? Or if specifics work better for you, how would a notible member of each Legion eg. Sevatar or even the Primarch himself react? It's not everyday they encounter a situation where a baseline death from aboves them atempting to ambush the foul xenos theu just finished slaying.

Thank you

Bookwyrm

Wait, can you break that down for me? My brain ain’t brainin’.😭 You want “Death Above HeadCannons?” For just the Legions? Primarchs? Both? A certain character?

[sonicasura]

I had this idea for the Sonic/ Pokemon crossover that the Chaos Emeralds will try to sync with the Mega Stone, Z-Crystals, and Dynamax Band and maybe the Tera Orb to give it energy to evolve the strange crystals futher.

I already have an idea for the Z-Crystals, when the Chaos Emeralds power up the Z-Crystals and Trainer has a strong friendship with each of the Sonic Characters, each one will get a special Z-Move that only a character like Sonic or Amy can use.

I imagine when the Sonic gang finds this out theu all will be super pumped to find what there signature Z-Move is

Also Shadow being grumpy because he really wants a Z-Move of his own, but won't stop being edgey and be friends with Trainer

Trainer just unconsciously getting blessed by the Emeralds. A task made slightly easier as their heart forms powerful bonds with the Sonic cast. Chaos is enriched by the heart after all.

Shadow just in the corner because he refuses to be friendly with a child. And Trainer is being chill about the whole thing. If Shadow wants to be friends then its his choice in the end.

Trainer is fine with civility and helping out if needed. Although my brain makes me think it's personal trauma that holds Shadow back. Trainer reminds him so much of Maria in how similar they act especially their friendship with Mewtwo.

He has a constant nagging fear that if he befriends them then the past would repeat itself. Shadow rather keep a healthy distance.

[mycochaotix]

Tip for anyone who might not be used to/ adjusted to using different pronouns for any human theyve known for X-years as one way but that is now different… : ‘use their preferred pronouns when talking about them to your friends 🙂 not just when they are around you!’ This normalizes the code switches in your brain so you dont misgender them around them or behind their back 🙂

If you misgender someone you care about, dont overly correct and overly apologize, just correct yourself with no apology snd keep talking. Over correcting yourself can be awkward and also bring undesired attention to the trans and/or non binary person if in public or around others.

Example: “I love my nonbinary friend Rick’s recent post… He.. i mean… they…? Them…? fuck sorry uh… his/their stuff is good”

—- better to say: “i love my enby friend Rick, he *momentary pause* .. their stuff is good”. Chances are your trans nonbinary friends wont be mad at accidents. Making NO effort to correctly gender someone you care about shows you dont really care about them imo. So be considerate!

If you ever arent sure or dont know of you can respect someone’s pronouns, then ONLY use their name in place of any he/she/maam/sir/dude/bro type shit!

Generally, the person u ‘knew’ is the same

Now they just dont have to hide their internal thoughts and beliefs and behaviors anymore! Chances are the person you knew pre their transition out of cisgender labeling has always been this way they just didnt have the vocabulary or supports to live authentically! Its not your job to tell anyone how they should or shouldn’t be, your job as another human is to accept them for who they are and as long as theu arent hurting themselves or someone else, mind ya own business 💯💯💯

[palaeosinensis]

Going to try something new for me: spend my evenings trying to draw/paint that which is hard/which I am awful at and just keep plugging at it until I have no more to learn from it. I LOVE the realistic painterly worlds lots of artists do but it is NOT my forte. How'd I learn as a kid? Well...I sucked. A lot. And kept drawing anyway.

So. I'm 36 and going to spend my evenings seeing if I can't learn to do this very thing. The likes of Allison Theus, Caraid, Alector Fencer, and Nambroth (Among many more) have filled my imagination for 15-20 years. Deep brain imprints. If I want to draw and paint that way too I'm just going to have to practice it. Time will pass by either way and not everything needs to wow people. I'm going to screw it up and make mistakes and things will look weird at first. But if I learned to do everything else up to this point...why not painterly realism? It is never too late to learn unless you've had something egregiously bad happen like an enraged gorilla pulled your limbs off or you happen to be dead. Um sorry about either of those if they've happened to you. I don't tick those boxes though so I better get to work.

[gooopy]

Just read viscera objectica! I wont spoil anything but i will discuss some of the themes and how i relate to it!! So be wary

They call me mr aromantic allosexual, i have a complex relationship towards the feeling of love. I dont think i feel it normally, and certainly not for real people. Something ibadore about the imagery in this book is the almost invasive feeling of the affection. The few times i do feel something i could consider 'romantic attraction' its never cute butterflies. It feels like somethings crawling in my chest, it feels like somethings invaded my body and i cant get it out. The imagery of the cover is the closest ive ever gotten to seeing something describe the feeling.

I dont think i could ever be in a romantic relationship with other people. It wouldnt be healthy for them or me! But i do hold a deep affection for my sewing machine, a singer simple i call simon. When i sew through something tough i mumble quiet encouragement without even noticing and pet him gently. I got flustered when i gently cleaned lint out of his innards. And the best part? I cant hurt simons feelings. I can put him away, and i havnt just put a real person on hold for months. Its nice. I anthropomorphise the machine (i call it a he, give it a name) but its still an object and thats the best part. When the feeling of suffocating affection crawls up my throat and slithers into my brain like a worm, i have simon to pet and kiss. I can hold his pedal and i can gently wind a bobbin on him and tell him hes doing good for me. And when the affliction wanes and i feel like im alone in my own skin, simon waits patiently.

This is a lot of rambling, barely related to the conic at all. But its nice seeing someone else write about love in a way thats so close to how i experience it! Im glad Theu and Vito get to grow old together. Im glad they found eachother

[jerseydebil]

hey was scrolling through tumblr and "blow my brains out" by tikkle me started playing and i think it fits eglu a lot. like, he has the burden of knowing his husband fucking EATS people and is like the worst ever, im too lazy to open discord but i still wanted to tell you...

the last time he tried confronting the problem theu got into a fight and enoch almost crushed him in his hand. before they were married though it was a bit ago. sorry for the lore drop

god i haven’t heard that song in Years i get the vision a lil I LOVE YOUR OCS 😢😢😢😢