#i have a potato for a brain

[alecs-potatofarm]

boop but make it tensimm

#the boop has taken over my brain #they have as well #tensimm #10th doctor #tenth doctor #thoschei #art #fanart #doctor who #simm!master #potato farmer art #the master #the doctor #i coulndt bother with hands today-

[loveofastarvingdog]

trying to find the metaphysical vegetable that may bring me less despair

#timothy's txts. #the food that is in my house is not nothing more than unfilling waste rn and it’s all i’ve eaten for ages #and i want something warm and homemade and filling #but i can’t go get anything because i don’t think this counts as essential during the strike #and everything is so heavy i wish i could be hugged by my mom #or eat her white chili or stromboli or my grandmother’s funeral potatoes #and it’s so hard to be hopeful when the bad thing you dread is actually happening #not pessimism not cynicism it’s just. reality. #but the past few days have felt like hell in my brain like i’m looking through the warping rubber wall of a fucking balloon #maybe it’s the preemptive grief #or maybe my body is finally giving in to the slick oil spill brain fog syrup that’s been swallowing me for the past three years #who can say !

[karnaca78]

Just some doodles because these characters plague me with thoughts.

#bloodborne #bloodborne fanart #micolash host of the nightmare #micolash #my doodles #rom the vacuous spider #(more like vacuous potato lmao) #digital sketch #art style consistency? never heard of it #my brain is a microwave and this man keeps rotating in it #what if rom's 'ascension' was actually the major trigger of his descent into madness... 👀 #(i usually interpret them as being lovers before all the nasty stuff happened so) #this may or may not have something to do with a fic i'm writing right now

[red-flagging]

criminal that there are 6,014 fics on ao3 dot org tagged "sebastian vettel" and not ONE of them is a "trapped on mars alone after a space mission goes awry a la the martian by andy weir" AU

#[slamming my hand on the mouse to open google docs] i have to do EVERYTHING in this house- #the man brought a garden to goodwood is it so much of a stretch to imagine him terraforming mars to grow potatoes. i ask u #rpf #i will be honest. this has been in my brain for months but the first time it occurred to me it was not Not bc i saw a picture of seb and #mark webber tagged 'martian' and didn't realize it was a ship name. #sometimes. being stupid is a blessing #mars fic

[leconcombrerit]

Someone asked if they were girlfriends and who am I to deny the world a girlbossxgirlboss romance

#welcome to night vale #welcome to desert bluffs #wtnv #dana cardinal #lauren mallard #I have to catch up for potatoes's sake #I also have series that could be nice to watch #but the brain is doing its thing again #I'll just. wait it out.

[ssugarsnap]

Thinking about how funny it would be for Ryan and Dylan to bumble into killing Silas at the radio hut

#like chris you boneheaded bitch #if you kept a couple silcer shells in your office i wouldn't have had to wipe out your while family line #ryan shooting the naked emaciated bear and in the attic of his house chris wakes up like wtf??? #72 full moons later and two queers passing a brain cell like hot potato solved all your problems #the quarry

[m3r1m4r5u333]

A quick reminder to the buddie shippers feeling despair because of Buck/Tommy.

We've sailed these storms before! This is not the first time Buck has been all giggles and butterflies over someone other than Eddie. He even confessed his love to several of these love interests.

He still thinks that Eddie is straight and also let's face it, Buck isn't exactly the most self-aware animal around.

Anyway, let's rewind. We've crawled through these depths before. There was...

Abby:

Ali:

Taylor:

Bonus number: "ALBERT WALKS IN IN A TOWEL 😵‍💫!!"

Lucy:

Natalia, who "SAW HIM!" (about twice)

Now Tommy:

Not that different, is he?

Yaarrrrp!

#911 abc #abc buddie #evan buckley #buddie 911 #abc 911 #patience you must have my young padawan #m3r1m4r5u333: i make no gifs brain is potato

[fluffypotatey]

i should not be left to my own devices

#this is what happens when i don’t go to bed at an ok time #but it could also be because i used all of my brain for my final paper that now my head wants nothing but au ideas after au idea #nothing has been done yet bc me and the anons are having a grand old time #but i have a good prompt for this so 👀 #late night talks with a potato

[potatofacts]

Potatoes must pass the Uniform Potato Exam (UPE) to become licensed potatoes. Unlicensed potatoes are banished

#I have legal brain rot help #potato facts #potato humor

[blinkpen]

i can change my profile description thing back i guess, should i go back to "these are the cliff's notes of pain" or the other one i've been tempted with sometimes, which is... where ok there's a lot of variations to what amounts to a semi-facetious existential comparison to henry darger while ducking certain key attributes/having very stark differences besides, but, i have yet to optimize the best one, and i don't if that's slightly too obscure a cut for people to take as a joke or not,

#sporadic warbling #i have a lot of good ones but i'm not a chronic description changer so it needs to be something i won't go Why Did I Do That within a week #like 'organic nightly broths' or 'D.I.D. THUNDERDOME' or 'profoundly limp pizazz' or 'radially symmetrical wife' #or other such esoteric inside jokes there's a lot deep in my sanctum #'pneumatic potato delivery tubes' was a good one too #i know you miss 'welcome to cyclops hell' i do too but i want febreeze #from software lesbian henry darger with internet access thus avoiding the maximum tragedy of an outsider artist's isolation #with way more going on than anyone ever suspects even to those with whom the passion is shared #....but that is not what i would call a snappy marquee ysee #hello people who read all the tags hiii i'm kind of in the stratosphere atm not bc i'm on anything my brain's just weird #and i ramble like a loon much more than i used to hiii

[ladybugkisses]

what would your hazbin hotel oc’s reaction be to sir pentious “death” more specifically the one I see with sir pentious in your art (sorry I don’t know her name)

she has future vision, she saw it coming a long time ago- chances are she already knew he'd go to heaven, too

so her reaction was pretty calm but still kinda sad, because even though she knew he'd be okay it also meant they'd be apart 😔 oh well,

her name is Kresta btw!

#i'm really curious about how season 2 will go about this like Please let them be able to reunite with Sir Pentious- #anyway. i'm haunted by all the Kresta Lore™️ i have sitting in my brain. her friendship with Sir Pentious is actually so sad #in my selfinsert canon they do a It Starts With Sorry Reprise aND I SHAN'T SAY MORE #asks #potato-73 #hc tag

[beaft]

I’d read pride and prejudice but elves. Just sayin’

well, at least that means i have one potential reader on board

#i don't know if i exactly have a plot yet i'm just kind of putting these guys in situations inside my brain #i do know there is a magpie. and quite a lot of potatoes. and possibly a sheep? #more on this situation as it develops

[amazingdeadfish]

Decided to do one of those 'Meet The Artist' things for new years (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠). Bebe has asserted their place on the page and they refuse to leave.

#meet the artist #artist on tumblr #Bebe is bebe I guess #honestly at this point I do not know what they are #like are they some sort of persona or are they an OC #I have no idea #Bebe is still Bebe #I really do not like velcro #the sound it makes does something to my brain that makes it want to explode #i also have issues with sudoku puzzles #i will not elaborate #and potatoes are so versatile they are so great #i love potatoes #and ice cream #bees are a love hate relationship

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Anthony Burch playing with his Lark, Sparrow, and Rebecca dolls in-between seasons.

#dndads #it's imperative that you watch this clip if you don't already know it actually #dungeons and daddies #lark oak #sparrow oak #rebecca swallows #I had this fucking (dance dance) revelation weeks ago and forgot to share it #this is the only scene from Catbug that I've seen but it lives in my brain rent free cause I find it so funny #and I was like in bed thinking about it like oh haha it's like Lark and Sparrow #then I was like WAIT ISN'T THE POTATO'S NAME REBECCA??? #and well the rest is history #lark oak garcia #sparrow oak garcia #I need an animatic of this so bad you have no idea

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

I swear.

I try my best to keep my chapters short, to make my life easier and say, "ok, this time around it will be just around 4k words, no sweat".

But I still have a few things that I need to write properly, and I am already at +7k words???

Like, I am all for consistency, but for once -ONCE- I wish I was faster and able to be happy with a chapter of 2k.

ONCE.

and I am not complaining for nothing, because I love reading doorstopper, so I guess that's why my chapters are so long.

It makes sense.

But still, my brain feel like MUSH.

#Nemo babbles #ITHOTM #I am truly nearing the end of this chapter #but seeing how much I still have to write can be disheartening #gods I need coffee #but it's already 8pm at night so I cannot #ALSO YES SORRY #I CHANGED USERNAME #i will make a proper post later for this #for now my brain has the same consistency as mashed potatoes

[kakusu-shipping]

💖 or 💘 for Mariocest please ?

Is this still in lines with the prompt? Maybe. Also a sort of prequel to So Far Away

💘 - Mutual pining

In which Luigi wants all the little things

A hot meal on a table, surrounded people you love and are loved by, in a crowded living room, in an apartment far too small to be shared by 9 people. This is the space Luigi had called home for 25 years now. It was the only place he really knew.

Standing in his empty bedroom, the wall faded save the obvious spots where posters and pictures and his cork board had hung for years and years, was far more surreal than he thought it'd be.

Then standing in a home, his home, their home, surrounded by boxes and boxes and a single musty old loveseat they'd bought from some guy down in Kings for $250, was even more surreal.

They'd spend their mornings here, and their nights and their evenings, in this space, in this world, away from a family who loved them, and who didn't know how much they'd loved each other.

He could see it now. Waking Mario gently because he knows how much he hates the morning with a hot cup of coffee and a kiss to the forehead. Making dinner as their mama taught him, but just for two. Snuggling quietly on stormy nights on that very musty loveseat, huddled as close as they want without worry of questions from their uncles as they'd come home.

He'd sit with his feet up on that couch reading, and Mario would bring him a cup of tea and push his legs out of the way to make room to sit. He'd watch his brother play that same old game, leaning on his shoulder and listening to him explain the same mechanics again.

Luigi wondered how long it'd take for them to fall asleep there, on that old beaten couch that was certainly not worth $250, tangled together as they'd always slept. Mario was always a couch napper, just like their father, and grandfather before them.

He wanted to kiss his brother awake when he came home late to him on the couch fast asleep with his game still on, controller still in hand, to apologize for taking so long, to ask if he'd eaten yet.

He wanted to be interrupted making breakfast with lazy, half awake kisses as Mario begged for him to come back to bed, a plea he would eventually give in to.

He wanted to welcome his brother home from wherever he may go with kisses and kisses and even more kisses all over his face, and he wanted to hear Mario laugh as he did so, laughter only interrupted by a confirmation "I missed you too"

He wanted to grow tomatoes in their yard and be brought a cool glass of lemonade on hot days, to be complimented on his work, to have his brother's hands on his hips, to push his brother away complaining it was too hot for the affection.

He wanted to dress up for dates, to wear nice clothes, to hear his brother call him "Smokin'" and "Gorgeous", to take his arm as they head out on a date somewhere public as a couple in a world that was allowed.

He wanted to make this house a home, slowly, moment by moment.

He wanted all the little mundane things everyone else already had.

He wanted to kiss Mario, here, in their living room, and feel no fear in doing so.

Luigi wondered quietly to himself if Mario wanted the same...

#Emile's Writing #Mariocest #Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh okay not as good as the last one fksgjdfkjgd #but we're rolling we're rolling I'm doing more things #And that's what MATTERS #Is that I'm writing and things are getting made #One after another we just have to keep this train moving #I have NO idea what I'll do for the other two Mariocest prompts I have #but I'll work on them #My point rn is to avoid dialog I'm not. #I'm not good at it #This is drastically different than it was when I started btw #Delete your art!!! I didn't like the draft so I just started over!! #Get rid of it! It's gone forever now! #Alright enjoy I'm gonna go think about the other two now fkgjkdf #And the one x Reader I see you I'll get there when my brain can focus on something else #Pours all of my domestic desires onto Luigi like a normal person #I wanna grow potatoes in a yard for my boyfriend to eat... and any other veggie he likes