#fill that inbox

[sennenpharaoh]

Well, now that Atem is back... I'll be open for asks while at work!

Hopefully it's quiet/slow so that I can peek in from time to time!

[thebibliosphere]

I’ve lost the ask, but someone asked me if I’m still using the ADHD sticker method of rewarding productivity and how do I record bad days, given my health issues, and the answer to this is yes and like this:

August was a cunt ✌️

[urfavvoritehoe]

FINISH IN HER NOT ON HER

FINISH IN HER NOT ON HER

FINISH IN HER NOT ON HER

FINISH IN HER NOT ON HER

FINISH IN HER NOT ON HER

FINISH IN HER NOT ON HER

[pukefactory]

could i request a 🥣 headcanon with ENA? think itd be super funny for this inorganic creature to try and stuff their organic beloveds face with food while figuring it out

It begins innocently enough: a placemat shaped like a lion, a cracked plate ENA may or may not have stolen from the Department of Culinary Misgivings, and you—bleary-eyed from dream debris, seated on a rickety bench that shouldn’t hold either of you but stubbornly does. The moment’s barely solidified before a blob of something is already being force-fed past your lips.

“Oh no! It’s entering your mouth! We’re doing data collection! Swallow and say ‘yum’ if it hurts.”

It’s sweet. Vilely sweet. A viscous pudding that clings to your teeth like emotional trauma. ENA watches you like she’s waiting for a stock market graph to spike.

“No reaction. Not your favourite. Shame. The vendor said this one was infused with regional sadness.” She dumps the rest out a nearby window without hesitation. “NEXT!”

The next is savoury, crisp, breaded like it’s wearing a disguise. You get one bite in before her mitten-hand slaps a second piece directly into your face.

“Come now, I’m seeking truth through gastronomy! We must locate your heart’s preferred meal before the expiration date on your mortality.”

You attempt to protest. You are silenced. By a spoonful of something pickled. And then by something sour. Then something fizzy, that fizzes in the back of your throat like regret.

She is enthusiastically narrating this all like a cooking show on amphetamines:

“Observe, this one twitches! Either it’s ecstasy or indigestion. This is great intel. Let’s try another eleven things, hold still while I get the curried helium…”

ENA waves off any of your protests with a dramatic flick of her claws.

“If I interrogate your taste buds enough, we’ll get a confession! Now open wide or I’ll start guessing your childhood traumas and pairing them with side dishes!”

What follows is a manic buffet, a carousel of chaos. Food of all colours, states, and possibly dimensions is flung your way. One bite tastes like applause. Another tastes like wet concrete. One is suspiciously alive. One makes you cry for your grandmother even though you’ve never met her. ENA logs your micro-expressions in a notepad shaped like a screaming face.

Somewhere amidst the sensory assault, you half-mumble a word—soft, involuntary, broken by a nostalgic sigh: “Mushrooms…”

Silence. ENA freezes mid-pour of what she claims is “emotional consommé.”

“Mushrooms?” she echoes, in a voice split—Salesperson sounding victorious, Meanie sounding sceptical. “That’s it?! All this and your climax is fungal?”

But then she sees the way your shoulders relax. The way your eyes unfocus with quiet comfort. The twitch of a smile. And, as if the clouds part in the skybox of your psyche, she stares at you like you’re a cracked egg finally showing the yolk.

“…Right,” she murmurs, notebook slapping shut. “Mushrooms it is. I’ll burn every forest in the dreamlands until we find the exact one you meant. You’re not escaping satisfaction now.”

She gently shoves another bite toward your lips—this one slower. Reverent. “Here. For science. And for… other things I’m too cowardly to label.”

You chew. You swallow. You laugh. ENA doesn’t say anything, but Meanie mutters something under her breath about “idiot sentimentality.”

Then, when she flips back, she leans close, gaze sharp but oddly sincere.

“…Let me know if you ever change your mind. I’ll feed the whole world to you if I must. We’ll find the thing you love again and again.”

And somewhere, in the taste of her chaos, you realise you already have.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

"WHERE IS DARRY?" Soda is on his feet before the screen door slams, Steve jumpin' off the sofa beside him.

"What is it, Pony?" Pony rounds the corner with a wide, crazed grin 'n Darry comes barrelin' down the hall. "What's wrong?"

"Darry- they fuckin' broke up!" A brief wave of confusion passes across the panicked plains of Darry's face before his jaw drops open in delighted shock.

"No." He snatches Pony's arm, leads him back into the kitchen 'n plops down at the table. "Carrie-Ann? Are you sure?" Darry leans forwards, elbows on his knees, eagerly. Pony cackles at havin' got exactly the reaction he wanted.

Steve shoots Soda a glance 'n Soda rolls his eyes fondly, crashin' back down onto the sofa. Steve shuffles around the arm, clearly listenin' in but tryin' to be the nosy allegations. "What are they on about?"

Soda cranks the volume of the TV waves a hand dismissively. "Some couple at school. God, you would think their lives depended on it the way they talk about it."

"Hush, from the peanut gallery in there." Darry shushes him from the kitchen 'n Soda wiggles his eyebrows.

"Not our fault you don't got the attention span for a good story." Soda clutches his hand to his chest in mock offense 'n it's Pony's turn to roll his eyes.

"Wait, Carrie-Ann 'n Tommy? Ain't they been goin' together for a couple years now?" Steve stops pretendin' to be indifferent, drifts into the kitchen.

"Steve, not you too!" Darry splits into a grin and Soda sticks his tongue out.

"Yeah! But only 'cause she told him she was pregnant last year! He was gonna leave I swear! I heard Jerry tell Susan in my math class." Steve scrunches his face up and Pony shakes his head earnestly.

"Well, it would serve him right. Tommy was in my English and he'd bat those stupid eyes at anythin' that moved- even when he was pinned. That Carrie girl deserved better." Steve hops up onto the counter with a firm nod 'n Soda throws himself dramatically across the couch with a groan.

The back door swings open 'n Dallas appears in the living room, glancin' into the impromptu gatherin' around the table. "Woah woah woah, y'all talkin' about me? I'm sure it's all good shit."

He ducks over to Soda, jabbin' him in the ribs and slidin' out of the way when Soda kicks at him. He misses but rolls off the couch and dives for Dallas' knees. Dally goes down hard and Soda howls his laughter.

"Nah, one of the couples up at school broke it off." Steve leans dangerously far over Pony 'n snatches one of the grandma candies Darry loves so much from the bowl.

"Who?"

"Dallas!" But they all knew it was a lost cause. If Darry 'n Pony were drama fiends, Dallas was a hound for the stuff. He was always showin' up with some new juicy tidbit. Sometimes Soda would swear Pony loved Dallas more than him solely for the fact Dallas seemed to have his nose in everythin'.

"Carrie-Ann 'n-"

"Tommy? No fuckin' way." Dallas detangles himself from Soda, shoves Steve over, 'n climbs up onto the counter. Soda shoots him a glare he misses entirely. He flops flat onto the floor, tucks his hands under his head, and refocuses on the beach flick. Or tries to.

"I heard she cheated on him." Dallas leans forward conspiratorially and Pony 'n Darry's jaws fall open in twin shocked expressions.

"No way, really!"

"I'm sorry, you're sayin' Carrie cheated on him?" Dallas raises an eyebrow haughtily and leans back on his hands.

"Swear to God."

"Wait." All four heads swivel to Soda as he sits back up, somethin' prickin' at his memory. "Tommy. Tommy Dil- somethin' right? His daddy owns the car lot close to the river, yeah?"

"Dilon, yeah." Darry leans so he can better see Soda through the door at the same time Pony says,

"Yeah, the one that looks like a Soc 'n talks like a greaser but ain't either." And Steve leans traitorously far again and adds,

"The one that thinks he's a lady-killer but nobody wants him but Carrie." Dallas puts both hands on Steve's back 'n pushes him over so he can get a good look at Soda and hoots,

"Not even his mama wanted his busted ass. That's why he only lives with his dad." Steve shoves him off and Pony momentarily whips back around with wide eyes.

"Wait, really?" Darry bats him up the side of his head, the shit talkin' goin' a hair too far for him, apparently.

"What is it, Soda?" Steve quickly redirects the focus back to him before Pony can whine 'n Soda forgets what he was gonna say completely.

"I saw him at the Dingo with Cheryl last week. 'N they weren't just holdin' hands if I'm being delicate." He wiggles his eyebrows 'n the tips of Pony's ears go all red. Dallas howls and grabs Steve who is so bewildered he forgets to shake him off.

"Cheryl? Ain't no way! I never would have-"

"Ain't she goin' with Benny?"

"Man, I thought she was catholic-"

"I swore she didn't come to this side of town- didn't wanna dirty those damn gogo boots-"

"Soda." Darry fixes his middle brother with a look that could pin him straight to the wall. Soda blinks big, innocent eyes at him. "That true?"

"Hell no." He splits into a big mischievous grin and Pony lets out an indignant wail, launchin' himself out of his chair 'n onto Soda. Soda flips him onto his back easily but Steve is on top of him before he can blink, jabbin' him in the ticklish spot under his ribs so Pony can wriggle out.

"Since when are you 'n Pony on the same side?"

"Since now! Get 'em Pone!" Steve pins Soda's arms above his head and Pony goes to town ticklin' every place he knows will make Soda holler until he's red in the face. Soda rips one hand free and Dallas comes up behind Steve, liftin' him straight off the ground with the kind of wiry strength they all forgot Dallas had.

Darry instantly takes up Pony 'n Steve's side 'n it doesn't take long until there are no sides at all- just them all rollin' around and laughin' so hard their sides all ache.

"You know, I think I get it now- that drama shit is fun!"

[ozzgin]

If you dont post more of the yandere school im genuinely gonna lose it

If I go missing, y’all know what happened. At least make sure you do it the proper way.

[gingersareboss]

What’s everyone up to?

[cup1dquartzz]

Only one mini-book doodle to end the night with but at least i got most of the proportions right!

(she has a neck i swear)

[spoiledmilks]

I LOVE how rough tough scary outlaw Arthur Morgan is a all shy babygirl pookie bear, writing love letters, thinking about his appearance, etc for Mary

— love your drawings of him🫶

LOOVEEE all the details put into this game especially the ones with him and mary

the way he takes of his hat to show respect, tries to look well for her (tries) and goes out of his way to get her brother and her brooch

also there is a scene where i went crazy over the composition, its in the first mission when he’s standing with her on the front porch of the house

divided by the pole, mary “locked” with the fence while arthur is free (basically their differnt life styles)

oh my god its beautiful and perfect it shows how they cant work and cant be together and it hurts so much aaaaa

[riskpond]

It's me...the butch lee smith virus spreader here to say you gonna join me in drawing that fat man as a beautiful butch lesbian

Here’s beautiful butch woman Lee (featuring Brandon I guess…)

Love girl Lee will draw her again <33

(Also this is a style study of the game’s art style)

[herebecritters]

Can you draw flippy x flaky please

You’re lucky I love them ❤️

[abyssal-ilk]

is anyone going to write a tragic, homoerotic vivienne fic where she recruits a bard who was sent to kill her and said bard falls in love with her but forever yearns silently because she knows they can never be together. is anyone going to do it or do i have to do everything in this house

[imkindlyrin]

Wade who’s scared of needles:

Logan who’s MORE scared of needles:

Done! ✨

[b1gtimerush]

lights, camera, action! a collection of scenarios / plots from yours truly.

amnesia. one of our characters loses most of their memories.

bodyswap. both of our characters swap bodies.

co-parent. both of our characters suddenly have to raise a child together.

dream. one of our characters visits the other in a dream.

earth. both of our characters find each other on post-apocalyptic earth.

flashback. both of our characters are stuck in the past.

flashforward. both of our characters are stuck in the future.

greencard. one of our characters marries the other for a green card.

groundhog. both of our characters are stuck in a time loop.

haunt. one of our characters is dead and haunting the other.

ink. one of our characters writes/draws the other into existence.

investigate. one of our characters is hired to investigate the other.

job. one of our characters will do anything for a pay-check, the other hires them for an odd job.

kin. one of our characters meets an alternate universe version of the other.

language. one of our characters has been cursed to speak nonsense, somehow the other is the only one who can understand them.

magnetic. both of our characters are magically magnetised to each other.

number. one of our characters is in trouble and was given the number of the other to call if they needed help.

ogre. one of our characters turns into an ogre at night.

possession. one of our characters meets the other while possessing someone else's body.

quest. both of our characters set off on an adventure/journey together.

rescue. one of our characters saves the other from danger.

resurrect. one of our characters comes back from the dead.

sleepwalk. one of our characters always sleepwalks to where the other is.

taken. one of our characters finds the other after they've been kidnapped.

transplant. 'where's my boyfriend?' 'who do you think gave you the heart?'

urgent. one of our characters is injured, the other is their emergency contact.

vegas. both of our characters wake up married after a drunk night in vegas.

wish. one of our characters makes a wish and the other shows up as a result.

x-ray. one of our characters develops x-ray vision, the other is the only person they can't see through.

yeehaw. both of our characters are in the wild wild west.

zing. both of our characters are struck by lightning and can now sense each other's thoughts and feelings.

[noctiva]

tiva my darling my everythang… as soon as i thought about this i had to bring it to you and every anon here.. hear me out on puppy boy toby with a equally puppy reader. I JUST KNOW THEYD BE INSUFFERABLE TOGETHER…. tim and brian having to just stand there as these two idiots are grinding up on each other, marking their scent on each other, etc etc… and i know rut cycles GET WORSE. like ho why is my entire cabin moving can you guys stop! ( dont stop toby im so close )

-🐇

PUPPY!TOBY IS HAUNTING MY BLOG LMAOOOOO

I get it I get it and you my dear bunny anon are on to something

they would actually be the worst. scenting, licking, biting, play fighting that turns into something much more. king and queen of PDA and everyone else will simply just have to deal with it.

also? yeah. your heat would end up syncing up with his rut once you’re together long enough, and when that happens???? ohhhhhh boyyyyy. talk about a week long fuckfest. both of you so delirious with lust that neither of you will even think about taking a break until you’re both sated.

the room - fuck it - the whole cabin would be in complete disarray. because he’s fucking you on the bed, kitchen table, bathroom counter, literally anywhere and everywhere. no one better come knocking because his possessiveness will be off the charts when you’re like this. he would much rather rip someone’s throat out than let them have the chance of even catching a glimpse of you while you’re in heat.

[wardingshout]

Hiiiiiii Livi !!!!!!!! This was originally meant to be a little surprise gift, but now it’s also a GIANT thank-you for that incredible piece you did (still screaming about it btw!y Your art is ✨magic✨ always).

I genuinely couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw it

Anyway I hope you like it, it was so much fun to draw.💖 Sending this with 1000% love

HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON I JUST EXACTLY GOT TO SEE YOU MENTION YOU WERE WORKING ON SOMETHING LAST NIGHT BEFORE I PACKED UP FOR BED AND HE'S ALREADY HERE I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO PROPERLY REACT AND OMG HE'S HERE AND HE'S SO PERFECT I'M

this is such a good pose it's So Link and omg you got the hair so messy which is smth I always strive for but fail to nail and you got it so perfectly and even with a braid too he's sO PERFECT!!!!! 😭😭🥹😭💖💖💖💖💖 THANK YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE WORLD HOLY SHIT !!!!!!! 😭💖💖🥹💕💕