#they live rent free in my brain
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Captain Cleo and her loyal companion, Sir Reginald I
#zombiecleo#hc x empires#hermitcraft#empires smp#they live rent free in my brain#she makes me go 💓💘💖💖
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Weighted blanket
#neuvithesley#wriolette#neuvillette#wriothesley#genshin impact#fanart#forgot to post here#they live rent free in my brain#this hyperfixation is even bigger than the previous one#I have drawn more than 25 illustrations of them in two months#new personal record
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SNAPCUBE SONIC RIDERS DUB REDRAW HSDJSDSDSKDJ
(new art blog: @rattatt4ck-art :3)
#i wanna make more of these so bad#they live rent free in my brain#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#sonic fanart#sth#sth fanart#miles tails prower#tails the fox#tails sonic#tails fanart#snapcube#autodesk sketchbook#my art#rattatt4ck art
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What if I write for Nick miller AND Peter b parker
#new girl#sony spiderverse#spiderman into the spiderverse#nick miller x reader#peter b parker x reader#i love them so much#they live rent free in my brain
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an unearthly gutteral growl emerges from deep within me whenever I think abt the qsmp mystery twins I want to howl at the fucking moon
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Decided to draw these three cuz they are my favs.
I just drew them from memory and with a tiny bit of reference.
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Happy birthday to @hiimtryingtounderfell 's chara my beloved who's absolutely not jealous of Sans getting the spotlight in their special day
#undertale#chara#sans#tumblr sexyman#i love this bastard so much you don't even know#they live rent free in my brain#just a messy doodle because I'm sick and tired#but gf couldn't do anything for their bday and i wanted to compensate a bit and give her some serotonin
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oh and also, Spanner is a shapeshifting dream-snake/dream-sun-fragment of sorts? They’re not at all human, just usually human shaped. Their form is very fluid despite being composed of glass and metal and cosmogone. They run at a higher temperature than humans due to the heat of their liquid cosmogone (when they get worked up they burn hotter and brighter and the cosmogone can reach a gaseous state). They don’t really put out visual light in their human shape, but plants and fungi still feel and react to the potent cosmogone energy they radiate. Their human body does FEEL like a human body, their skin is the right texture, but closer inspection reveals they have no bones or guts, just a frame of metal and glass molded vaguely into the shape of a human skeleton.
Their connection to Parabola results in some funky things. They can pick up on the emotions of people around them, and though they usually have a pretty good handle on their own emotions and can tell when something’s out of place, they don’t tend to notice when their feelings are intensified by someone feeling the same way. Too many people feeling too many strong emotions around them gives them a headache. In a similar vein they can also pick up on residual vibes about things that happened that a lot of people felt strongly about. Usually places where something bad happened, which acts as a really vague warning.
They’ve got a natural inclination for mimicry? And the abilities to back it up. They can alter their ‘voice’ and produce sounds beyond human capabilities, like those of birds and machines. They will subconsciously and automatically copy others’ body language and repeat some speech/sounds they hear (echopraxia & echolalia), traits they have tried to stifle in the past, but at this stage in their life they now feel more confident and secure and they let themself enjoy stimming. Consciously they could superficially copy someone’s physical appearance which would probably be helpful for tackety missions, but they can’t 100% pin down every aspect of a specific person’s behaviour/speech patterns/vocal inflections. There’s also a little quirk in the way they speak that just doesn’t quite line up with the way most people sound.
They can also talk to flora and fungi! They enjoy this they like to just relax and vibe with the plants :]! Spanner was very excited upon coming to the Reach for all the greenery, but Reach plants are a bit…. intense. The plants were very… excited to speak of their lost king, but the barrage of information in the form of mental screaming put Spanner out of commission for a couple hours. And the plants grow explosively in their light, so they exercise Some caution now.
They left Parabola as a child intending to never return, and it had been their experience that they do not have dreams when they are unconscious. This changed when they came to the High Wilderness, however. Some nights they dream, and when they dream they almost always end up within Parabola and are 100% lucid. This took some getting used to, but they just while away their nights relaxing in the Viric Jungle and it’s kind of nice, provided the cats don’t find them. Cats haaaaate them. Though they have 0 allegiance to the fingerkings, cats can sense the snake in them.
They can potentially end up in some ‘dreamscapes’ that are Not Parabola. Passing through the Peacock Wind might prompt a conversation….
#fallen london#sunless skies#image#my art#my characters#char: spanner#i like them so much#they live rent free in my brain#when i was first coming up with ideas i decided to go with a changeling vibe for them#so naturally they are autism#i like them so so much#they’re very cool
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I need more Stenny in my life
#south park the fractured but whole#south park fanart#south park#sp mysterion#sp toolshed#sp kenny#sp stan#stan marsh#kenny mccormick#sp stenny#i need more mysterion and toolshed please#they live rent free in my brain
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Had another thought for my book:
The war ends. Everyone is excited, discussing what they're going to do when they get home. Max is unusually withdrawn. No one else can tell, but Theo knows him better. Afterwards the two go off together. Theo asks him what's going on.
I don't have anyone or anything waiting for me back home.
His mother disowned him, his father is out of the picture, the woman who practically raised him is dead. There's nothing for him in New York City.
Come with me to California.
And Max wants to say yes. God, he wants to say yes. But he can't. He won't. Theo has a life waiting for him, a future. Max doesn't. He won't drag Theo down.
They go their separate ways, Max promising to write once he gets a new place. He doesn't. And it kills him every day. He misses Theo. His heart aches for him.
He lives alone in a horrible little apartment. He works odd jobs here and there, barely staying afloat. He doesn't sleep well, nightmares tormenting him (Theo dies in almost all of them. And now, he can't see Theo to make sure he's okay).
Two months pass. Then Theo shows up at his front door late at night.
You promised you'd write.
Max can't stop himself from wrapping Theo in his arms. For the first time since they'd parted ways, he feels whole again. He invites Theo inside. They talk, work through it all. Theo stays for a week with Max, but eventually he has to go home.
Come back with me. Please.
And this time, Max says yes.
When Theo arrives back home, his parents welcome Max with open arms. They make a feast. It's the first real meal Max has had in months. They talk, laugh, eat.
Apparently, Theo's parents know a lot about Max. Not everything, of course. But Theo wrote to them throughout the war (and told them about Max when he got home).
Weeks pass. Theo and Max stay in the same room. They sleep in the same bed, pretending that Max is sleeping on the mattress on the floor. Theo's parents know, but they pretend that they don't.
One night, Theo has a nightmare. His mom wakes up and goes to check on him. She peeks in and sees Max comforting Theo, holding him as he cries. Max kisses the top of Theo's head before kissing his lips. It's much too intimate of a moment for her to be witnessing. Max sees her watching before she can close the door. She smiles and heads back to bed.
In the morning, she's the first awake (as usual). Max comes out to the living room. They make eye contact. And Max looks... he looks afraid. Before he can say anything, Theo's mom (who I'll call Magda for now) gestures for him to sit down. He does. She hands him a cup of fresh brewed coffee. He doesn't drink it, he just holds the cup.
"I've known for a while. We both have."
Max looks up in surprise.
"You two aren't as sneaky as you think," Magda chuckles. Max blushes at that.
"I knew he loved you long before you arrived here. In the letters, it was clear. I assumed we would meet you when the war ended. He told us you would write him. He waited, you know."
"I-"
Magda holds up a finger to silence him. There's no anger. Max goes silent.
"He waited for you. Each day, he waited. He was suffering. Though he was back from the war, he hadn't fully left it. The nightmares were terrible. He would wake up screaming, and there was nothing I could do. I wasn't the one he needed."
Max looks guiltily at the undrunk coffee in his mug.
"When Theo called to tell us you were coming home with him, I was angry. I told him he was making a mistake. I was certain you were going to hurt him again. I'm his mother. It's my job to protect him. But I also know now that he is no longer a child. If he loves you, you must have earned it."
"I'm lucky to have him."
"And he's lucky to have you."
"And you're okay with- with us?"
"This is not the life I envisioned for my son. But as long as he is happy? That is all that matters. You love him. He loves you. It is not my place to question it. Now come, help me with breakfast."
They stop hiding so much after that. They still don't kiss in front of Theo's parents, but they're not afraid to touch. They can openly admit they sleep in the same bed.
They fall asleep on the couch together, Theo's head tucked into Max's neck. Theo's dad covers them with a blanket.
Eventually, Theo and Max get their own apartment. It's small, a little run down. But it's perfect for them. The walls are decorated with Max's art and little knick knacks they've picked up here and there. The bookshelves are overflowing, books on every surface. The kitchen always smells like fresh baked challah.
They have a life together. And it's perfect.
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thinking about those Talon!Dick animatics again
#THEY LIVE RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN#brb brb brb lemme go find the links-#winter speaks#dick grayson#talon#nightwing#court of owls
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lines from a fanfic i very much enjoy. Tiph will probably recognize these but shhh, maybe Ray too
“Stop projecting, Ran. You’re embarrassing yourself,” Hanma chides, his voice airy and full of laughter. Hanma may have been Kisaki’s dog for a time, and he did a good job of playing docile, but the truth is nobody, not even his former master, knows who Hanma is.
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The corners of his mouth curl. Hanma’s smile is a crescent moon hung in the dark, teeth glinting sharp and white. He’s a demon, he’s a nightmare, he’s a fucking god .
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You have to pick your battles with Hanma otherwise you won’t win any of them.
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It’s not even close to the first time he’s seen Hanma naked, but there’s something about witnessing his body in the warm light of a setting sun, in such sharp contrast to his own healthy strength, that makes Hanma seem so frail. He’s not, of course. He knows from experience just how deceptive Hanma is, even down to the way his body is built. Hanma possesses a raw strength that seems to come from desperation; a power that feeds off of carefully masked rage, the side effect of fighting against what fate has handed him.
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“Because I’m tired,” Hanma says simply, with the smallest of shrugs. “And a little buzzed. And I’m so fucking exhausted from pretending to be a real person. Who decided what makes us good? Who decided that we should be good. I just wanted life to be interesting….”
It’s quiet for a long moment, the defeated tone of Hanma’s words hanging heavy in the air. There’s no other sound in the room except for the quiet plips of water droplets falling from the curved lip of the tub into the puddle on the floor. If it were anyone else he’d reach out and crush the words into his chest, where he could comfort and protect, but he’s sure Hanma would reject his affection—his sympathy. .
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dickpick!Jason verse has forever changed the course of my life, I'm screaming. Crying. Throwing up. Barking. I need to touch some grass fr fr
they hold a very special place in my heart. my perfect stupid idiots. I love them so very much. I want to push them down a flight of stairs.
#they live rent free in my brain#I say they live in my brain#they’ve actually cursed me forever#also hi my darling!!#asks#answered#cruelmissdior#💕💕
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expect many more sketches of these two
#not even a proper sketch but okay#they live rent free in my brain#like they're actually my eldritch passengers#malevolent podcast#arthur lester#john malevolent#my art#sketches
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I should be doing homework. But this has lived rent free in my brain for 6 months. Sanguine, his wife Viravos and his boyfriend Chaixos. The drow really do have more fun.
#bisexual#drow#dnd shenanigans#dnd memes#dnd character#illustration#amon art#Chaixos#Viravos#Sanguine#they live rent free in my brain#character illustration#dark elf#blood hunter#divine soul sorcerer#cleric of lolth#dnd#dnd art#art
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