#brain out of order

[philiponmycracker]

Random shots of drop-dead gorgeous Mr Hulce, from Slam Dance (dir. Wayne Wang, 1987)

[timethehobo]

We could all use a nice hug.

[moreonthismoronlater]

decided to just post all my recent deltarune art ive been posting to my bsky in one big chunk. if you cant tell, i like rouxls kaard a very normal amount :]

also half my fuckin tags got eaten bruh. i was talking abt how cringefail rouxls is. will be its own post i suppose

[bacchuschucklefuck]

she turns, makes direct eye contact with you, smiles,

[sun-spirals]

Hello MCSM community

[random-cockroach]

My brain malfunctioned and I was digging in MTMTE the whole day, forgot to blink, kicked pillow 8 times and was talking with my reflection 6 times

Ended up with 60+ screenshots of nerds being socially awkward/abnormal/straightforward because we use books to talk, not people, silly, cool or sweet, or just facts ahah

[anewp0tat0]

i lied i had like atleast one more weston thought to expell from my brain, before i miss this boat entirely. we're heading to green lands woooo

[tombstoneswerewaiting]

something about how ioh, folie, mania, and smfs are all connected and i’m not normal about it

[benevolenterrancy]

If you're taking prompts: He Xuan (reluctantly) trying to soothe a sad (drunk) Hua Cheng?

next time He Xuan will be checking exactly how potent the divine wine Shi Qingxuan gifts him is before offering to share

[soveryanon]

What about eating your own beanie, Mr Clown.

EAT YOUR OWN BEANIE

[ragnarockz]

Hey, Beta! Love your stuff 🥰 Can you write up for me a 50s!Agnes x Reader breeding prompt? Cool dude, thanks! 🤍🖤

Tip Jar 💰

Inspo: Personality - Johnny Mercer, Undecided - Ella Fitzgerald, Good Rockin Tonight - Roy Brown, Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On - Big Maybelle, He's a Demon, He's a Devil, He's a Doll - Betty Hutton

Hey Beta! Yeah, no worries my dude, I GOT YOU! 😤

heart eyes for her like LOOK AT MY LITOL FRUIT 🍇

50s!Agnes x Reader

You mull over your glass of sherry and watch Agnes from across the living room as she laughs loudly with Wanda. The two of them are as thick of thieves and the other women from the neighborhood take notice of this as well.

You sigh to yourself as you turn your back on the two women and feel a flush of something spread from your chest and up to your cheeks. It's jealousy. You shake your head and finish your drink and hope that the alcohol can chase away the sudden feelings. It only makes it worse.

You turn back around because god forbid that you're rude in Wanda's house at her house-warming party. God forbid Dottie catches you being a sourpuss and gabs about it later in the week at the Planning Committee. God forbid Agnes throws you under the bus because as sweet and charming as she can be-

"What are you doing sulking over here, Hon?"

And it's her voice that fills the air beside you and makes you jump. You swore she was just across the room talking to Wanda and now, she's sidled up beside you nursing her own glass of sherry. It doesn't even look like it was touched.

"Agnes...sorry, I was just...going to refill my glass."

"Oh, I'm sure you were, Dear...come with me, I know where Wanda keeps the good stuff."

She flicks her wrist back as she walks past you and you follow close behind her because of course you do. She's like a magnet; drawing you always closer to her. You even try to sit beside her as often as you can at Dottie's meetings. You want to draw her in, pull her close. The way she moves with such power and grace; her tight curls bouncing at the nape of her neck. You're falling deeper and deeper into your neighbor and you wonder what sort of spell has she put you under to make you want her this badly.

Agnes squats down to a lower kitchen cabinet and pulls out the bottle; beaming like she just uncovered the lost city of Atlantis. She stands back up with the bottle tight in her grasp and puts it down on the counter so you can help yourself to another drink. She's enabling it; pushing you to let yourself relax. It's not even her house and she's urging you to take another pour, have another drink. Her eyes burrow into your skull as she watches you closely.

You give her a weak smile as you reach for the bottle. It's fast and quick as her hand shoots out to grab yours. You both stand there still, looking at one another until a slow, devious grin fills out on Agnes' face. You hold your breath and watch her literally transform in front of you from this aloof housewife to a temptress ready to ruin you.

You swallow hard and she drifts her eyes down to your neck to watch.

"You don't want that...I got the really good stuff next door..."

That hand of hers over yours grabs your wrist and turns; twisting your arm and you gasp out from the sensation of being pulled along by Agnes as she leads the two of you towards Wanda's back door. You pray no one saw you or heard you. You pray no one notices the back door open and close with a slam behind you as Agnes walks you across Wanda's lawn and onto hers.

She shoots a quick look over her shoulder before she rolls her shoulders back and tilts her head back. She's in control; usually is. You follow like a lost little puppy and suddenly, you realize, that's exactly what you want to be when it comes to you and Agnes.

"Don't worry, Ralph is away for the weekend..."

Your eyes close for a second or two as you soak up the implications. She stops just to open her front door and pull you along with her still; letting go of your wrist finally so she can turn and close the door behind the two of you. You look down at your wrist and see how red it is and the slight scratch marks from her nails.

"Aren't people going to notice we're not at the party, Agnes?"

She turns from her front door to look at you in the darkness of her hallway. That same grin coats her face now but a little more relaxed; a little more stripped back from having to keep some semblance of normalcy in Wanda's home. It sends shivers down your spine.

"No one is going to notice us missing, Hon. Trust me."

Another shiver creeps down your spine as she starts walking towards you which, makes you walk backwards deeper and further into her home. Whatever the hell trap she's set you're in deep now and you're not sure you even care to escape.

"But, we do need to hurry this along...they will get suspicious if we just never come back for cake and coffee."

The way she says it as she keeps walking is as if she's done this a hundred times. Had women come over or dragged over; cornered them up in the hallway of her house and explained to them that this had to be a quickie and nothing longer because the neighborhood would notice.

"Agnes..."

"Now don't go worrying your pretty little head over that; we still have a lot of time to kill..."

She passes you now as you stand there in shock and you know, in that moment as she turns on her heels, you have to follow her. And so you do; follow her to the left and find yourself in Agnes' living room. It's just as pretty and just as fashionable and put-together as Wanda's. This doesn't surprise you as you know just from the way Agnes' dresses that the older woman has taste.

"Make yourself at home, Pumpkin...go on..."

And so you do as you cross the threshold into her living room and take a seat on her couch. You take it all in; the place she calls home. A lot of purples and blacks which is a stark contract from Wanda's blue and cream colored furniture. You clear your throat as you try to appear not as nosy as you actually are, turning your attention back to Agnes who is just pacing in front of you. Is she nervous? Having second thoughts? You secretly hope not; already trying to keep the secret of this rendezvous close to your vest.

It's exciting and scary and absolutely unspeakable.

You smile at her which makes her stop right in front of you and you see whatever touch of nervousness in her face evaporate as she smiles back down at you.

"Well...shall we?"

You're about to agree with her until you watch her slightly bend at the waist to gather up the hem of her dress and lift it upwards. Her gaze is downcast as she watches herself instead of you; watching as she lifts her dress high enough to fully show off her underwear. It's only then that she looks right at you with an otherwise blank expression and you can feel those eyes burning into you as she waits to see what your reaction is.

Your reaction? As you stare at the lilac-purple member standing erect between Agnes' legs and quickly come to the realization that this is the most normal thing in the world. As if, somehow, a veil has been placed over your eyes but it makes you see clearer in some unexplainable, magical way. You shake your head as you try to clear the cobwebs in your mind as you react the way you want to with your hands gathering up your own hem and lifting it up to expose your legs underneath.

"That's it...such a good girl for me..."

You try to choke back a moan but fail miserably and it makes her smile and shake her head at you; chiding you for being so desperate for anything from her. She keeps her dress up as she takes a step and then another towards you before her left knee comes out a little further to slide against the couch cushion. She uses it as leverage to bring her other leg to join on the right side; straddling you down into her couch.

"Put those pretty, little hands of yours on my waist, Dear...yes, just like that...you're a natural..."

You realize then that she's using you to sit herself down and another realization as you see that her fingers are no longer clutching the hem of her dress. They're moved up under yours as they push it up higher, exposing you as her left hand gently hooks under the side of your underwear and pulls it away. You feel your brain start to short circuit and a fog roll through, and you're wondering how you're still conscious.

She's done this before, is all you can think, as she holds your underwear to the side and lowers herself further until the lilac tip teases your entrance.

You're suddenly cursing all this fabric around you and her as you snap your neck down to watch. More than fascination takes over and it's become a full-blown warped sense of depravity.

"Please, Agnes..."

Her gaze drags down from your face; slightly hidden as you keep your head bowed to watch. She joins you; watching herself scoot a little closer until she easily pushes her head inside of you. No resistance which means you're wet enough to take her.

She grins and nods something short and fierce. Fired up in her abilities to turn you on so quickly. But maybe that's just the desperation.

"Look at you, Pumpkin, still have your manners even when I..."

She cuts herself off to push a little further; sheathing herself deep inside of you now. You press back into her couch and try to plant your feet firmly down onto the floor beneath you. You focus on her and her weight on your lap; her legs sandwiching to your sides as she keeps you locked in your spot. Trapped, just like you thought earlier, she's got you trapped.

She doesn't continue speaking but laughs. It rings out through her living room as you sit there with your fingers digging into her waist as you hold her down; want her as close to you as you can have her while she's now fully inside of you.

She starts to rock, testing the waters to see what you're comfortable with as her gaze drifts back up to your face. Her full attention is on you now, where it should be as she rolls her hips ever so slightly. The friction is insane; how she feels buried deep inside of you. You feel the all-familiar throb of your clit that, at one time, throbbed the same way from just the thought of Agnes.

And now, it was all happening in real time. In her house. Her living room. The wedding ring glinting on her finger as she holds up your dress to fuck you.

Panic sets in, but that just makes her roll her hips faster, deeper. She's pressing you down and against her couch as she uses her strong thighs to move herself. You want nothing more than to move your hands to touch her, grab at her, grope her. You want to open up the buttons on the front of her dress and slide your hands in and cup her. The images reel in your minds eye, and you moan which, of course, she takes note of and smirks at you.

"That's it, Sugar, taking me so well...I can feel how wet you are around me, coating me all up..."

You take the gamble because this may be your only chance and, you may suddenly be empty and dragged back over to the party within minutes. Hands travel up from her waist to her sides; rubbing over her ribs as they pull forward to the front of her dress. Your fingers hardly fumble as they undo one button and then the other.

But she's faster than you; quick as a whip as her left hand shoots up to grab your wrist once again. The same one she grabbed to drag you into this mess.

"Uh huh...you keep those wandering hands to yourself, Pumpkin..."

Hot and breathy as she guides it away along with your other hand. You could resist, easily, but why would you? Why risk it all and throw it away when you've gotten this far? Far enough now that you're almost touching the crown of your head into the back of her couch as you clench and try to hold her still inside of you.

She coaxes you now as she starts to whisper and you can barely hear her over the blood rushing in your ears. It's all too much, overwhelming, overstimulating. You're on the brink of orgasm and she's mumbling and whispering about...

"...thenextlittlepartywe'llhavetohaveisforyou...ababyshower..."

All the stars in the night sky burst behind your eyes as you groan and relax your body around her; underneath her. Your fingers lose all tension and your legs go slack as she still sits prettily on top of you. You hope that she can feel you; your release with her still inside of you rocking ever gently. You know she can as whatever veil still hangs over you holds fast.

That cute little laugh she does turns a corner; higher in pitch, longer. Cackling as her fingers push your dress up once more to watch. That fucking rock on her finger glints and catches your eye and makes you lose your breath which, of course, tips her off into a little moaning mess.

Your world crashes around you as she lifts herself up and out and off; the swishing of her dress against yours and her leaving to stand herself back up in front of you. She barely looks like she went through the ringer; her hands coming up to pump the underside of her curls and wipe at the corners of her mouth just in case her lipstick was smudged in the process of fucking you. That sickly sweet smile spreads on her lips as she turns her back to you; already rushing around as she heads back to her front door.

You know you have to peel yourself off of her couch and smooth down your dress around your wobbly knees and follow that woman back to Wanda's party. That little lilac secret still tucked under her dress and you, obscenely wet under your own.

It doesn't hit you until you close Agnes' front door behind yourself at the words she had mumbled over and over in different ways.

A baby shower...for...yourself?

Your cheeks burn crimson as you follow her back to Wanda's; hot on her heels with your head down and the connotations of her words burning into your already ruined soul.

[sunnyknight-original]

idk what dark forces compelled ANY of these, but take my Caine practice doodles that I made last night at 1 AM while listening to I Am Damaged and Seventeen from The Heathers Musical on loop

Keep Reading for extra doodles and zoom ins :3

:3

[zeeza-says-relax]

I may not have a phd in assyriology yet, but I'm already a professor in the arts of fujoshery

[bixels]

Splatoon 3: Side Order is good, but not great. I still highly recommend it, but if you care about the story, you're going to be disappointed. Quick review: spoilers ahead.

Side Order was the devs experimenting with Splatoon's gameplay loop. The campaign is a rogue-like, and it works amazingly well. Super fun, super challenging, building my deck and fighting through challenges with the stakes of resetting really scratched an itch in my brain. They did a great job with it.

Unfortunately, I feel like priority went to game design rather than story. Much of the mysterious artwork we saw in the first teaser trailer was completely unused; turns out, all of that was just concept art that never made it into the final product. Side Order failed to make me care about what was happening. I don't know why the protagonist had to be Agent 8; it could've been anyone else and the story would've worked the same.

Octo Expansion was the absolute peak of meshing story and gameplay. The campaign's hook is insanely strong; we immediately empathize with Agent 8 because we know from previous lore that octolings like her have been trapped underground for all their lives. We care about her fight to the surface because it's a fundamentally ideological fight for freedom. The plot stuff about Tartar and the Thangs is just nice set dressing; 8's fight for freedom is the real story.

There's none of that in Side Order. I don't particularly care about Marina's metaverse, even if it's tied to Octo Expansion's story. I don't know why Acht is there other than backstory stuff. It really feels like 8 is just told to do something and she does it because she's the protagonist; she has zero personal stakes or motivations in the conflict. This is a story blunder the devs did in Splatoon 3's default campaign––forgetting to give the protagonist a personal reason to fight––that I hoped would be fixed here, but alas.

What makes it worse is that the gameplay and story progression are completely out of sync. I beat the entire game on my third run in 4 hours. With each run, you get up to two keys to potentially unlock bits of story. That means you'll get about one piece of the story every two runs. There are twelve pieces of the story; I got the first and then beat the whole damn game. Now I have to go back and grind to see the remaining story when I've already beaten the final boss and resolved the conflict. I missed the entire story because I never had to reset because I blazed through the gameplay! It's just a real shame that I experienced everything without knowing... why it's happening. The final boss had me asking myself what the hell is going on because I don't know the backstory at all.

Again, I still really recommend. The devs did a great job, but Side Order remains in the shadow of Octo Expansion's incredible success. Like the default singleplayer campaign, there's just a lot of lost story potential here that, while not necessary, would have really elevated this DLC into something amazing.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

doodles and stuff. struggled with painting until i gave up

[smal5504]

bleeesuashuhfg im still not over it can you tell

yapping down beloe :>

as a wise kikuo once said "search!!! search!!! where are you enemies!!! search!!! search!!!" (in reference to la la la rasen no naka RHSFJSKGDHCFJ)

la la laaaaa so first of all many elements of this are based off of my cool cool bfdia pin imaginings animated series the link takes you to the tumblr upload of part 6 to the series!!! because it best pertains to this episode and drawing YAY YAY YAY i dont know what else to yap im jus really really REALLY proud of this ♡♡♡ /vvvvvpos /silly red pushpin attempts to counter debiliating anxiety and self hatred by putting on a whole show affirming that shes utterly unlovable, lives to regret it

also pleek obserb my bin beefydie-yay hyperanalysis video presentation it would be quites the appreciating

okay goobeye eid mubarak