#sams-brain asked

[vampyrvia]

I’m gonna spoil your Mike, he absolutely deserves the princess treatment :]

He absolutely does after everything he's been through.

[vamps-hmu]

I’m gonna spoil springtrap rotten [no pun intended😭] I just love him sm (in a platonic silly way) :] <333

New friend! <3

[jojaxcola]

"no one told me back then that i was in the glory days."

[ jojamart mockumentary #14 ]

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[bixels]

As cameras becomes more normalized (Sarah Bernhardt encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use cameras because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by manufacturing companies. I paint not because I want a painting but because I love the process of painting. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

if i have to explain to you that using a camera to take a picture is not the same as using generative ai to generate an image then you are a fucking moron.

[bunnieswithknives]

Why does your sam design have a cleft lip if i may ask? It's a very unique feature and it's very fun to draw I'm just curious.

I just thought it would be fitting for a game that's basically about not judging people for how they look.

Also because I thought it would be really fun to give Sam a recognizable feature that could stick around even after they transformed. For that of all things to ultimately be their visual connection back to their humanity. Not that I've actually got around to finalizing a Failed Ritual design like I first imagined it for, but I put a little nod to it in my animatic! I thought it was cute to imply that the Visitor noticed and found it pleasant enough to think about

[kettlefire]

A Panic in Time (DP x DC)

This is all thanks to the awesome @tkiesai for basically being the foundation of this idea! This is probably going to be long, and probably won't delve that deep into my ideas about this idea. Largely so it's not insanely long. But here I go!

°•°•°•°

Bruce's head felt like it had been shoved through a straw and spit out on the other side. The throbbing was annoying, but it wasn't anything the man couldn't handle.

His mind was muddled, memories of what happened prior to him awaking was blurry and unsure. Bruce knew it wasn't something good.

He vaguely remembered a league meeting, a threat, something looming. It wasn't world ending, or at least that's what Bruce remembered. It should have been something they could handle.

But now, here was Bruce. Waking up in the grass of some random park. He was dressed in casual attire, something he'd wear in public as Bruce. Although last he remembered he was in the Batsuit.

The sun felt too bright in the sky. The sound of families filled the air and children's laughter. No one seemed to blink twice at Bruce as he pulled himself together.

It took a moment to steel himself, to gain composer again. It took a few sweet lines, and a charming smile for a nice mother to slide him a few painkillers. The lies rolling off his tongue like second nature.

To his luck there was a newspaper at the top of the trashcan. He was in some town called Amity Park, and the year... the year was the problem.

It was 1996. Whatever had happened had sent Bruce back in time. There was a few suspects Bruce can think were the cause of this. But something in his gut kept drawing his train of thought to the Flash.

It seemed like each time the League had any time related problems, Barry was in the center of it. Which also leaves Bruce with the question if he was the only one sent back in time.

God, he could only imagine the nightmare if the others were sent back in time. Yes, they can be professional. They understand the risk of changing things in the past.

But Bruce also understands that his team can be less than... intelligent at times.

Despite that, Bruce needed to find a way to get back to Gotham. He might not know for sure where everyone was right now, but he knew Alfred was the safest bet.

A plan laid out in Bruce's mind, a list of people he knew wouldn't be a risk to approach. He just needed to find a way to get to them. He had barely made it to the gates of the park before a shrill cry pierced the air.

There was just one loud outcry, before it quieted down. Bruce glance around the space, spotting a young boy curled on the ground. Tears streamed down the boy's chubby cheeks.

And no one even moved to the boy's aid. Not a single mother spared more than one glance in the kid's directions. No parents came rushing over to the boy's side.

Bruce almost walked away, he really did. This wasn't his time, anything he does can cause immense damage to the timeline. But when Bruce caught sight of blood bubbling from a scrape on the boy's knee, Bruce couldn't ignore him.

Maybe it's just the father in him, but Bruce barely even notices when he's crossing the small distance. His mind zeroing in on a hurt child that needed help. Kneeling before the small boy with a gentle smile, and pulling his handkerchief free from his pocket.

"You're alright there, buddy. It looks like you took a bit of a tumble there." Bruce slipped into the same tone he used to use when his kids were young. Gentle and understanding, as he pressed the handkerchief to the small scrape.

The boy sniffled, tears slipping from his eyes. Bruce was more focused on the way the kid was looking at him. Like he couldn't fathom someone coming to his aid.

That look had Bruce's heart breaking slightly. He's seen a similar look before. The few times he's come to the aid of a hurt child that wasn't used to getting help.

Something no child should ever feel or experience.

"Where's your parents, kiddo?" Bruce asked after a moment of silence from the boy. He had waited until the kid's breathing settled down when the boy's chest stopped pumping so quickly.

Except his question only seemed to bring a new wave of tears to the boy's eyes. The small child just seemed to curl into himself further, ducking his gaze away from Bruce.

And as much as Bruce didn't want it to be true, it was clear the kid didn't have the support he needed. It might not as be as far as some of Bruce's kids have had in the past.

But it was clearly not good.

"That's okay, it's alright. What's your name?" Bruce tried again. The boy's silence was leaving an uncomfortable pit in Bruce's stomach.

"D-Danny..." The boy spoke out his name between sniffles, and Bruce felt a wave of relief hearing the boy speak.

In hindsight, Bruce can see how strange the scene might look. A slightly disheveled man comforting a lone young boy in a park. It wasn't exactly perfect.

But with the lack of reactions from the parents around, Bruce had a feeling the town had an idea who this boy was. The whole situation just didn't feel that right for him.

It took a few more comments before Bruce managed to get the boy to crack a smile. A laugh had felt like breaking a massive wall.

Before long, Bruce had Danny actually like any other boy he's known. Carefree and happy, just like a child should be.

"You didn't tell me your name, mister." Danny had suddenly cut down the relaxed moment they were in. A pout laced the boy's lips as he looked up at Bruce, almost accusatory.

"I'm Bruce. Bruce Wayne." Bruce responded without missing a beat. He knew this might cause problems in the future. He wasn't supposed to be here.

But when his gut is telling him something, he can't just ignore it. He checked his pockets, finding no business cards anywhere. So, Bruce fell back in plan B.

"No matter how long it's been from now, you can come to me for help. Just look for Bruce Wayne in Gotham City, and when you find me... just say Fairbanks sent you."

Bruce wasn't sure if he'll ever see Danny again when he goes back to his own time. Wasn't even sure if this was the same universe as his own. But he couldn't walk away without at least offering the boy help in some way.

When Danny's eyes filled up with tears again, Bruce thought he said something wrong at first. That was until the boy was suddenly clinging to his shoulders in a tight embrace, muttering 'thank you' over and over again.

Bruce felt himself almost close to tears just from that alone. His heart was aching for the small boy. Even if Bruce couldn't help Danny anymore than this, he was hoping the boy would have a better life.

One where he wasn't clinging to a stranger for comfort that family should be providing him.

THWAMP

It didn't hurt, but it did cut their hug short as Bruce suddenly pulled away. Turning his head to see a young girl wielding a wiffle bat, and another young boy standing behind her.

Her purple eyes glared at Bruce like he had done the worst thing in the world. Her grip on the bat was threatening and ready to swing again. Her knuckles white from the tight grip alone.

Maybe leaving this time era might not be as easy as Bruce thought as the young girl probbed him with angry and scolding questions. Not that Bruce could blame her.

He just hoped this hiccup didn't get back to the league. They'd have a field day hearing about how Batman got scolded by a child with a wiffle bat.

°•°•°•°•°•°

Danny wasn't sure if this was the best idea. It's been years since he met Bruce Wayne. So many years. Danny had just been a kid, not even ten, when Bruce had introduced himself.

When he had an adult, actually check in on him. Yet, it was a memory Danny couldn't forget. Maybe it was just the kindness that Bruce radiated.

Or maybe it was when Sam came to his "rescue" near the end. Regardless, it was cemented in his mind. A core memory that Danny cared with him through the years.

Now, here he was, roughly seven years later. Standing in front of a manor that put even Sam's place to shame.

It took a lot of courage for Danny to knock. Barely a second later, an old man answered the door, an accent Danny was certain Bruce hadn't had.

A stuttered explaination of being here to see Bruce Wayne, that the man knew him, barely left Danny's mouth before the old man ushered him inside.

The man, Alfred, told Danny to wait by the door before vanishing further into the manor. It took a lot for Danny to not just vanish.

Being half ghost nowadays had its quirks, Danny could just vanish, and no one but Alfred would know. But he couldn't.

It had taken a lot for Danny to make the journey to Gotham City. He hadn't even thought to look up a current picture of Bruce either. Which was probably a big mistake on his end.

Danny didn't even know if Bruce was offering this kind of help. But Danny didn't have many allies to turn to. He needed help.

Not just for himself but for his family. For Amity Park. He couldn't be afforded the ability to run away. Not now.

Danny felt all the air leave his lungs when Bruce entered the area. The man didn't look a day older than what Danny remembered. Bruce looked a bit more put together, not like he had just jumped out of a moving car, but it was Bruce.

"Uhm... I don't know if you remember me. But my name's Danny... we met when I was a kid." Danny started trying to explain himself before Bruce could speak. He recognized that confused look anywhere, and Danny didn't have the guts to go through with this if Bruce asked any questions.

"You told me if I ever needed help, to come find you. Bruce Wayne in Gotham City... you, uh, told me to tell you Fairbanks sent me?"

That came out more like a question than Danny would have liked. But it did ease his nerves a bit as he watched Bruce's slightly confused expression turn to alarm and surprise.

Danny wasn't sure what this would do. If Bruce could truly help him. But he was out of options. Just seeing Bruce recognize something he said was enough to calm the teen's anxiety slightly.

"I'm sorry, Danny... I don't remember you. But I believe you and I want to help you. Come inside, have a seat, and tell me what's going on."

That response was enough to have Danny's eyes fill with tears. His chest filling with a sense of hope he hadn't felt in weeks now.

Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

[mediamime]

hello! If possible, I would like to see TFW as desserts—like for example, Dean could be a slice of cheeky, humble apple pie while Sam might be a parfait! Yes, I know this is random.

also—what’s your favorite holiday & color

Hello! This made me go absolutely insane for some reason (positive!)

I love to bake so this was right up my alley. My favorite desert is tiramisu :)

Dean: apple pie with vanilla ice cream and a chocolate strawberry milkshake.

Sam: trifle and a matcha boba tea. (These kicked my ass for some reason, leave me alone about how flat it looks in those containers lmfao.)

Cas: lemon bar with strawberry sauce and a rainbow shaved ice.

To answer your questions:

My favorite holiday is Halloween! I love horror and the costumes and the overall vibe. I carve pumpkins every year.

My favorite colors are in the deep green / blue spectrum (at least for right now.)

Pantone swatch for reference:

Thank you for the ask and the suggestion 🐸 !Hope you have a lovely day.

[marginofthought]

Sams dick being useless is so hot. Dom top Alpha Sam this and that…boring as fuck. This boy was born to sob while bouncing in his big brothers lap ♥️

Dean degrading Sam for being a bottom and not using his dick gets me so horny it makes me stupid

Dean telling Sam how it doesn't matter that Sam has a huge dick because he'll never use again to fuck somebody. How Sam will never use it for it's intended purpose of getting anybody pregnant. How Sam can probably (or does) come without it and how he doesn't need it at all.

Dean going from slapping Sam's dick to ignoring it to squeezing it because it's just a toy since it's useless

[biblicalhorror]

Okayyyyy yeah also let's talk about Tammy. I didn't know how I felt about her for awhile because she did very much feel like the Disposable Black Girlfriend, but I'm seeing people saying she's an "abuser" or God forbid "just as bad as Kevin" and that's just. Not at all true.

Yes, Tammy is controlling. She doesn't seem to really like Patty for who she is, and kind of seems to want to change her into someone else instead. HOWEVER, I think we need to look at the whole character to understand WHY she's like that. I don't think she's controlling Patty for personal gain or for the sake of manipulating her. I think she's lonely and desperate for companionship, which leads to her ignoring/pushing past the obvious incompatibility in her relationship with Patty.

Here's what we know about Tammy:

1. She seems to be the only black person in the Worcester social circle. She also mentions frequently how she's surrounded entirely by white men at work.

2. She is also the only openly lgbt person in the area, other than Patty, who is still not exactly out and proud.

3. She describes her entire job as "making excuses for" and "cleaning up after" the men at her job, particularly her partner (whose name I am unfortunately forgetting, does anyone remember?), who even had her plant evidence for him on at least one occasion.

4. Despite being very competent and good at her job, the white men around her keep failing upwards (she mentions a few times that people beneath her keep getting promoted) while she remains stagnant in her career. There doesn't seem to be any explanation for this other than the fact that she is a black lesbian in an extremely white, conservative community.

Basically, Tammy seems like someone who has been taught (like many black women) that she will have to work much harder than everyone else to get ahead in any capacity. She is also likely very, very lonely. She doesn't seem to have any friends outside of work, which isn't surprising given the above. It seems like she doesn't exactly have a ton of prospects, dating-wise, other than Patty. In my opinion, it's really no wonder that she clung to Patty so desperately and immediately and tried to forcibly mold her into someone who could be compatible. She's tough, smart, organized, direct, manipulative, no-nonsense and controlling because, well, she had to be. And she ends up trying to "rein in" Patty because, in her mind, what's the other option? She ends up alone, surrounded by men who force her to cover for their antics and don't care if she lives or dies.

I'm not saying her behavior is healthy. But it comes from an entirely different place than Kevin's abuse, or Chuck's, or even Neil's. And it's also not uncommon. In real life, I know many queer women (specifically small-town lesbians) who end up in relationship dynamics just like that over and over again because they start dating someone who doesn't quite fit, and they compensate for it by trying to force a connection instead of accepting loneliness and isolation. I have a lot of sympathy for Tammy. And I wish the show had taken more care to establish the abuse she faced from her coworkers off-camera.

[grossnyucky]

the brainrot is so bad bro

[vampyrvia]

Your Michael is so precious ngl <33

Right? Isn't he the cutest?

[samsblades]

my boy deserves all of the smooches :(( where do you think are sam's weakspots to be kissed?

OOOO I LOVE THIS QUESTION... sorta wanna answer it when i'm not halfway asleep or completely brain empty but i also want to think about it now because it's cute :((( maybe i will revisit later with a reblog or short headcanons about it <333 all sfw for this post!!

i think simple cheek kisses really make him soft and blushy because there's something very very sweet and almost innocent about them. they can be casual but they can also be verryyyy very caring and soft and intimate. he loves when you linger there for a moment. it makes him want to curl his hands around your hips and tug you into his lap and kiss you for hours, but before he can do it, you're gone already. he especially loves it if you kiss his cheek while you're standing and he's sitting down :,)

maybe i'm projecting but the tip of his nose :(( the first time you do it, he's really not expecting it. it's not a sensation he's used to, and it makes his heart melt and beat a million times a minute at the same time, every time. it makes his brain go quite and still for a moment because he's not expecting it almost ever unless you're slow or obvious about it. he almost just doesn't know what to do with himself when you do it. likes to grab you by the hips and keep you there and just look at you after you do it and it's like oh. hi :)

uhhhh his back dimples.... yeah. uh he almost passed out when you did it in a non-nsfw context. he was just laying on his stomach with no shirt on and you came up to him... he was sleepy and not paying that much attention, he sorta assumed you'd either join him to cuddle or grab something by the bed. what he doesn't expect is your lips on his lower back??? he's so gone he just malfunctions probably. or makes out with you for ten hours idk man

kiss his fingers please :,) just please... anywhere... his hands anywhere it makes him wanna die a little bit in the good way. thinks his hands have done too much wrong to be kissed by you, but you seem to love it so much that he lets you do it and cries a little inside. kisses your hands back a lot

lowkey anywhere on his head. his forehead, his hairline, the top of his head through his pretty hair... he loves it :,)

uhhh literally his lips. just kiss his lips he'll do whatever you want him to probably <33

honorable mentions are literally anywhere on his body because he's obsessed with you and touch starved (thinking precage :D slash the times he's comfy with physical affection afterwards) and so madly in love with you <333333

real honorable mentions are his jaw, anywhere on his neck but definitely his adam's apple, his collarbones, his shoulders anywhere, his back especially his spine <333

[solargeist]

"So technically Grian can meet any version of himself through Xelqua !"

Xelqua becomes the YHS Grian and Grian has war flashbacks (idk I've never watched the series)

YHS isn't canon to EvoAU ! So Grian wouldn't know anything abt that.

Fun fact, even tho I don't include it, its where I got the parent/abandonment issues from.

Xelqua has definitely seen this version (i haven't seen YHS since i was 16, i don't remember it well ^____^ )

[i-may-be-an-emu]

hi emu!! you know that one clip of tom luke and sam laughing hysterically on a live stream? that’s such a strange sentence but tom was talking about having to give money back, i think it might have been after a commissioned aj rap. anyway i really hope u know what im talking about but ever since i got the patreon ive made it my personal mission to find it but i still haven’t found it! on the off chance that you know what im talking about do you know which livestream it’s from?

Hello!! The best fitting thing I can think of is AJ’s disney princess themed rap, where the rest of them are laughing and Sam says “I think we have to give the money back” :)

It’s from “Shoot From The Hip - Livestream - 31 July 2020 - Sam's late but f*** it, we'll do it live.” (Or #34) and the rap starts at 1:24:12

(here’s a clip of their reactions to it to see if I’ve found the right one! Hopefully this is what you’re thinking of)

[crunchybeards]

I'm literally so sick in the head about Sam x The Masked Shadow. Like I got a few more fic and drawing ideas between those two.

There's just so much about them that I love as a dynamic beyond the monster fucker approach between them. Like how the hell would everybody else in Sam's crew even respond to the Masked Shadow's presence? Would they be fine with it or would they try and kill it? And if they all knew that they were in some type of romantic relationship would they be accepting of it?

Hell even just between the two of them. Like why does Sam suddenly feel so safe when given the option to approach it? Every other interaction up to that point he was either anxious or scared around it but now he just wants to go in? It's obvious that the Masked Shadow is emitting something that's fucking with his head, something that's making him way more susceptible to it's influence to certain extent. But the fact that it doesn't seem to be doing this intentionally makes it so much more fascinating. Like what does it get out of even doing that to somebody? Why would it need to or want to do that to Sam of all people, the only person up to that point that extended any form of kindness to it?

There's more stuff I wanna go into about those two and everything between them as well but I might just structure a proper post or comic or something about that since I'm not very articulate at the moment. This post is just me rambling to myself more than anything, just me outwardly saying I like this ship :)

[hungrydogs-if]

*Someone tries to heavily flirt with mc who is ace/demi.

Mc turns their face towards ro and whispers

"fuckin help me!"

dane panics and either barks at the person or punches them in the face. what? you were uncomfortable, it was the quickest way to make them leave you alone, right?

mona grabs them by the neck with a menacing little smile and a "fuck off", will even go as far as to escort them away and toss them into the nearest idling car.

sam would make up a very frantic excuse and pull mc away, only to reveal that they were acting. will commit arson for better believability if necessary.

angel would initiate parent mode. does your mom know you're harassing people? where are your manners, who raised you? bam, restraining order threat.

thirteen has already pulled out their gun and pointing it in their face. people are screaming and fleeing. the weirdo is gone, leaving only one. two thumbs up.