#you can't handle the uber instincts of my uber autism. observe.

[n3onwraith]

Doodle dump over the past two weeks or so except I'm half sure I've posted most of these already, and art block is teaming up with my brain to fuck me over lol

The second picture is my OC Arche, who I'll talk about later, and I need to find some stupid matching family shirts for her adopted adult children. (I'll make a post on them all later I love them so much!!)

In order is Graves and the matching Arche, a random medic concept I'm working on, two of Magpie, a Samuel ref, a Laika ref, and a Ghost doodle I did scrapbook style (ish) before the brainrot took hold.

None of the OCs live in the same universe, so I'm tempted to doodle a stupid crossover eventually. Anywayssss!!

Anywaysss CoD brainrot took over after the second OC, and now here we are!! Still need to learn how to draw the characters, but I'm glad Graves, Keegan and Ghost are relatively easy!!! (This is missing a Keegan and Easy doodle, but it's fine because I may be cringe, but I'm also nervous as hell.)

[thebekashow]

dumb whiteboard thing i did. feat @lunaglitchercc

[captain-amadeus]

[tf2incorrectquotes]

Medic: You can't handle the Uber instincts of my Uber Autism. Observe.

[thegildedvoid]

you can't handle the uber instincts of my uber autism. observe: *splits into 27 people*

[rootsofdread]

you can't handle the uber instinct of my uber autism, observe

i love your writing so much i've been binging them until i've caught up with everything 😭 it's sooooo good i wanna save it and read it whenever i feel bored

if possible could i request hcs with danny, wesker, leon and ada with a gn!reader who often unknowingly rambles about their interests despite any circumstances?

truly we are all autistic about dbd (<- also autistic about dbd)

anddd thank you so so much!! i'm so glad you enjoy my writing that much! <33

Leon S. Kennedy:

Leon honestly admires your ability to enjoy any situation by talking about the things you like. It lifts his spirits, too, to see you so carefree and enjoying the moment. Even if the killer is a few feet away and you two are hiding in a locker.

You’re great at helping kill time while doing generators like this, always having something to say and something to chat about. It can be boring doing generators, especially if the killer is busy with someone else, so having someone to talk to is nice.

He may not really know what you’re talking about — he doesn’t know much about a lot of things, he never really had the time to be reading about different things before being taken due to his job — but he enjoys learning new things from someone as passionate as you. You make it fun.

When you realize you've been rambling to him and apologizes, he tells you that you don't need to. He appreciates the company and the conversation you provide, even if you don't realize it.

Ada Wong:

Ada may seem like she’s not paying attention, and sometimes she may be devoting a little extra focus to looking out for the killer, but she always is paying attention to you. She’s just a little aloof and has trouble getting along with others, but she loves you and listens to you even if it may not look like it.

She enjoys the “background noise” you provide while you two work on generators. By focusing on your words more than the work, you help her a lot by relieving the pressure of getting it right. And she’s grateful for that.

You quell her nerves by whispering to her when the two of you hide. The adrenaline tells her that she should tell you to keep quiet so you’re not found — but her love for you compels her to do the opposite. You being so carefree helps her calm down in stressful moments.

She never wants you to feel like you shouldn’t talk about things you enjoy. She tells you that you never need to apologize for rambling, that she enjoys it, and she asks you to keep going if you’d like to. She’s soothed by the sound of your voice.

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny absolutely loves you being such a chatterbox. Information is his bread and butter, and knowing more about you and what you like is one of his most favorite things. So he happily lets you talk whenever you like, even if he’s attempting to sneak around with Night Shroud. He just reminds you to whisper and let him do his work.

He’s surprised when you even try to strike up a conversation about your interests while on the hook. Doesn’t that hurt? But he shrugs and decides to let you continue. Who is he to stop you after all — and there’s no rules that say you can’t talk while on hook. He just hopes you don’t accidentally give him away.

Truth be told, he probably already knows a lot about what you enjoy. That's his job, after all. He still lets you talk, though, of course — he would never deny you that. And he just loves listening to you, and surprising you by knowing precisely what you're going on about.

He thinks it's adorable when you realize how much you've been talking and get embarrassed. He always encourages you to go on and keep talking, he's riveted, he would love to hear more, please.

Albert Wesker / The Mastermind:

Wesker always loves learning, and believe it or not, he probably doesn’t know much about what you’re rambling about. He doesn’t have the time to waste on silly mortal things, you know, so chances are he wouldn’t already know anything about it. And if he’s nothing else, Wesker is a seeker of knowledge.

He finds it amusing you’ll always seek him out during trials to talk to him. And he always pays attention to you when you do, even while he’s trying to hunt down the other survivors. He finds it especially amusing when you run to catch up to him after he rushes to slam someone into a wall.

He tells you to hold on for a second when he carries someone off to a hook. When he returns to you, he tells you that you may continue. He needs to be focused to hook someone and doesn’t want you thinking he’s not paying attention to you.

Every time you apologize for rambling, he insists that you continue. He won’t have you feeling ashamed for enjoying yourself. You deserve to know that your rambling isn’t an issue and that he always has time for you, much more than seven minutes.

[https-cyber-slxt]

I'm Sorry!

Sub!RE2R!Leon x FemDom!Reader

A/N: You cannot handle the uber instincts of my uber autism. Observe

*insert this Leon fic*

(not proofread)

He didn't mean it, he's serious! How would he have known Ada would say those words and do all those things to him in front of you?! Her harsh words of “You shouldn't be with her” and “You're better off with me” all while attempting to close her lips on his. Oh well, there's no point in trying to negotiate with you anymore. Not while his legs are lifted up and tied above his head, along with his hands tied behind his head.

NSFW Under The Cut!

“Please, m-my love, she was just t-trying to get under your SKIN!” the last part of that sentence yelped as your hand slaps harshly against his aching cock. His back arching instinctively as you softly rub your hand around the inside of his thighs. “She was, but you let her touch you, why?” Your sentence cold as your dry fingers caress the soft flesh directly outside his exposed asshole.

Leon had no response, wrinkles covering his forehead as he tries to think of one, but it's kinda hard if your fingers are teasing all his sensitive parts. Small pants leave him as his brain already slowly turns into mush, your finger alone do work wonders on him.

A large stinging pain interrupts his thoughts, he looks up to see a sour look on your face. He knew you were impatient, but all this pain and pleasure is too much! He can't think straight! “Alright fine, if you can't talk to me, I'll make sure you can't talk for the rest of the night”

Those words caught him off guard, wait, what do you mean by that? His thoughts running wild as a heavy, dark blushes forms on his face. Are you gonna spank him until he's a moaning mess on your lap? Are you gonna overstimulate him? N-no you would do that right? You know how sensitive and whiny he gets when you overstim him.

Alas his eyes avert to your tall figure as you walk out of the closet, a harness in one hand and... Oh no, no no no no! Seriously!? Leon's breath hitches as he stares at the fat dildo in your hand, it was one of his most hated ones, one that you would only use if he's been really, really bad, and that's only been once!

It was a pretty ombre colour, ranging from light pink at the tip, to purple in the middle and light blue at the base. It was girthy as well, you couldn't even make your index and thumb touch together around it. You set aside the toys, raking your finger nails against his abs, leaving small red lines on his sensitive skin. Leon whines and arches his back slightly up, telling you to keep going. Deciding to be even more mean, you take your hand off his body and stand directly in front of his, hands behind you back.

He whines, biting his lips as his eyes start glistening. You coo and walk back up to him, wiping his tears with your sleeve. “Save those tears angel, you're going to be needing them later” your velvety voice soothes him as you softly kiss his face, whispering sweet nothings to him as your thumbs rub circles on his waist.

You let go of his waist and pull yourself upwards, you lift your fingers and rub them against his soft, plump lips. He understands your message, opening his mouth and letting your fingers slip him, his lips close around them as his tongue begins to work, lapping up your ring and middle finger, covering them with his spit. He slowly lifts his head foward, feeling your fingers in the back of his throat, causing his eyes to roll back and him to softly gag against them.

You pull your fingers out and smile at him, silently praising him with your clean hand rubbing against his cheek. Leon melts into your touch, completely forgetting about your other hand until a warm, wet feeling is put against his hole. He softly whimpers as you slowly insert your middle finger in, giving him praise along the way, for being such a patient boy of course. A soft gasp leaves him as you insert your entire finger into him, slowly inserting the other with ease.

As both fingers enter him, his whimpers become soft moans as you curl your fingers inside him. Leon arches and throws his head back and find his prostate. Curling and pumping your fingers again and again, although this isn't for his pleasure, it's only to prep him for the dildo you're about to ruin him with.

It had only felt like 15 seconds before Leon indicates that he's about to cum. You pull your fingers out and wipe them against the towel you laid beneath him. Leon groans as the rope around his ankles started to sting, with a little bit of convincing, you untie the rope around it, still leaving his hands locked behind his head, he doesn't mind though.

He drops his legs down and wraps them around your form, only to be met with a harsh slap to his inner thigh, causing him to spread himself open. “No touching, not until I say you can” your harsh words fill his ears as he nods automatically.

You grab the lube next to you, squeezing a decent amount into your hand, Leon watches intently as you stroke up and down the dildo as you would his cock, covering the entire silicone with lube, you grab the harness next to Leon's thigh and tie it around your hips, adjusting the dildo as well.

You crawl on to the bed, only your feet hanging off. You bend down and kiss Leon's cheek. “You ready?” your soft voice spoils him, he nods his head and spreads his legs as wide as he can for you, you smile at his helpfulness. Your soft hands grab his plump thighs, balancing yourself as you slowly push into him.

Leon softly sobs as the tip of the dildo inserts into him, Jesus he wasn't even halfway and there are tears already falling from his eyes. The tip stretched him nicely, although there was always more pain than pleasure in the beginning. “Do you wanna take a breather?” you ask, genuine concern in your voice. Leon shakes his head, insisting that he's okay, and that he can take more.

You deadpan and throw a quick eyebrow raise at him, then a smirk appears on your face, he notices it and slightly begins to panic. A snarky comment was thrown his way, “You can handle more? Okay then” oh shit.

His eyes widen as you throw both of his legs over your shoulders. “W-wait what are you d-doiNG! FU-AH!-CK!” His sentence was cut off as you thrust, base deep into him. Tears begin to prickle at the corner of his eyes, you coo and bend over to his face, licking the tears away. Your thrust are slow, relaxing, making him get used to such a big object inside him, yeah maybe 12 inches was a little too much, but you're not going to forgive him that easily.

Pre-cum drips from his tip as you softly kiss him, even though no words were spoken, your lips already told him, he doesn't need to worry, and that you'll take care of everything. Leon steadily relaxes, only tensing up a little as you quicken your pace a bit. Oh but don't worry, he'll get his punishment soon, just be patient.

You quicken your pace even more, letting go of the kiss and grabbing his shins for support. Your nails dig into his skin, causing him to grit his teeth and grip whatever of the pillow case he could from behind him. “hah- shit, so deep, can't take- gonna c-cum~” his voice strains as he looks up desperately at you, his glistening eyes begging for release.

You smile and bend down, tugging the strands if hair out of your face and behind your ears, you lower yourself even more, until your lips are basically right on the skin of his ear. “Cum for me.” Those words. Those three specific words, along with that seductive, velvety tone, it always threw him off the edge. So with that, he arches his back and squeezes his thighs around you, causing you to almost suffocate, but you really didn't mind. Thick white ropes of cum spill all over his stomach and legs, some even on your clothes tits as his mind goes blank for a split second. Leon gasps and untraps you from his thighs, apologizing for almost killing you.

“Don't worry, if I were to die, your thighs would definitely be the way to go” you joke as you bring his legs back up on your shoulders, delicately kissing his calves.

Leon takes a few breaths, only to realize the pleasure of release is being filled with pain again, he looks down to see you still thrusting, just at a slower pace. Just as he notices you, you grab a chunk of his hair and quicken your pace again, this time much, much more faster than before. You untie the ropes holding his hands together and instead replace them with your own hand. “What? Y-you thought we were done? I'm not stopping until you're screaming, begging, crying apologies in my face, understand?”

Leon nods blindly as his brain becomes mush, moans, whimpers and gasps leaving him, accompanied by the creaks of the old wooden bed. “Fuck! Too much, too much! Can't take any-anymore, it's t-too b-big!” Leon cries out. “Doesn't sound like a sorry to me” your cold and harsh voice spits at him.

He sobs and yelps as he cums for a second time. You growl in annoyance. Getting tired of this position, you grab Leon and pull him up, sliding your legs beneath him, and laying down on your back. You grab his thighs and hold him steady, thrusting up into him as he thrusts down on to you.

Tears slip out of Leon's eyes, sliding underneath and down his chin, he holds your shoulders for support as he basically rides you. One of your hands let go of his thighs and wraps tightly around his leaking, red cock, pumping up and down.

"Oh please, my love, let me cum! Pleaseplease!” Leon begs as his brown eyes become swollen with tears. “Not until you apologize” He both whines and growls. “F-fine! F-fuck! Shitshit, m' sorry! m' sorry! I'm s-so sor-r-r-ry!” he gasps, throwing his head back as you smirk in victory. “Go ahead, you've earned it” thank yous spill out of his mouth as he reaches his third orgasm, his slick covering more of his stomach and your own clothes, great, more laundry tomorrow.

You pull out of Leon slowly, resting him on top of you for a bit, just to catch some breath, maybe this'll show Ada that Leon is yours, and only yours.

[getlost0p]

You can't handle the uber instincts of my uber autism... OBSERVE

[creepy-can]

you can't handle the uber instincts of my uber autism . . observe-

*does a backflip and flips off ben*

[happyk44]

Jason: You can't handle the uber instincts of my uber autism. Observe.

Jason: *bites people*

[spoonv]

Observe

cc: you can't handle the uber instincts of my uber autism. observe:

[n3onwraith]

Got rly into CoD over the course of *checks watch* 6 DAYS and now I have 3 OCs with one in the works, over 900 edits saved to a folder, and am doodling in Ibis paint while I relearn how to draw on paper because my brain isn't braining rn.

Anyways, don't send in asks (or do!) about it cause I WILL ramble. I'm working on memorizing the MW2 lore, and then I'll do Ghosts since those two impacted me the most, especially Ghosts growing up. I MIGHT start the black ops 3 campaign when I get to Mom's since we have that disc, but I haven't started it yet. (I also had Ghosts growing up, but I can't find it. RIP. anywaysss)

[goldfishontheceiling]

friendly reminder that Heather has canonically flapped her hands therefore she is autistic in my brain

CC:

you can't handle the uber instincts

of my uber autism

observe

*silence*

BONK

[thevoidisscreamingbackatyou]

You can't handle the uber instincts of my uber autism. Observe-

[Trips down the stairs; metal pipe sfx]

/ref

NOOOOOO/silly

*gently picks you up from the bottom of the stairs* your uber autism failed you im sorry kyoudai 😔

[arcanacards]

you can't handle the uber instincts of my uber autism. observe

[ldoesanartthing]

"You can't handle the uber instincts of my uber autism. observe"