#My brain rot

[meep-meep-richie]

'' thanks for the spark. ''

[donkeys-waffles]

Ya know, sometimes I think of how if Mirio and Izuku ever fought seriously, there would have been some serious AFO VS. All Might parallels. Like we all know. Izuku has similarities with AFO in his body language, interests, determination, and general batshit behavior, and how Mirio obviously models All Might not only in appearance, build, but also ideals.

They already did that with Tomura modeling OFA and Izuku modeling AFO. Personally, I feel cheated.

[billy-reads]

Had an idea. Well ish. This is just brain spewage at stupid time in the morning running on coffee and a star bar.

Arcane + Marauder character pairing idea cause it’s fuckin complicated to pair up.

Vi - Sirius

Jinx- Regulus

Caitlyn - Remus

Ekko - James

Victor - Evan

(Skye can be Pandora. Painful but the only way it’ll work - obviously not romantic-)

Jayce - Barty (with minor personality adjustments ofc 🙂)

Vander - Effie

Benzo - Monty

Silco - Orion or Wallburga?

Savika - Bellatrix or Narcissa

Milo - Frank

Claggor - Alice

Mel - Dorcas (for bad-assery reasons)

Like Voldemort personally when and disposed of her himself cause she was such a torn in the side and powerful. And if Mel ain’t powerful… idfk what is 💋

(maybe add Marlene as a separate love interest- new character add on)

Lest - Lilly

Ambessa - Druella?

(I’m losing hope now Iv got brain fog on the names and people ffs)

Still need Mary, Marlene, Peter.

I’m thinking Peter can be Huck? That makes sense…

Marlene could be an additional character for Dorcas if I pair Barty and Evan together (I will be)

No idea for Mary?

Isha could be Luna? Like just not born from Pandora?

!!! Or could be and ended up in the Undercity? Ooooh I have ideas now!

—— maybe a Lilly + Dorcas pairing??? I’d fuck with that actually. Omg

Thanks for reading my 12:30am brain rot 💋

[feathermushroom]

I found a song for Evil Mia x Evil Afton

"i will poison all your happy thoughts, i will love you like the ashes in my cigarette box"

[violent138]

The timing of the show was all wrong for this, but as Jerome's clearly a stand-in/variant of the Joker in Gotham, it would have been cool if canonically Jerome's job as a clown apprentice or whatever was entertaining the little kids of the circus, including one Dick Grayson.

[scribbleqt]

Urge to write a Dragon/Wyvern!Reader fic 🫠💀

Like I’ve scene tons of fics where Reader(usually fem) get kidnapped by some powerful dragon or fae. I love those but what if I want to be a powerful Wyvern and kidnap a dainty prince(ss)🤭? What if the Reader was the powerful dragon that was a hug simp for their treasure.?? I’m not thinking of some childish dragon from other fandoms I’m thinking of reader being a dragon like Smaug or Maleficent.. Long story short I want a them to be morally gray, not afraid to burn down a kingdom or village. I don’t want them to have human morals.

I don’t even know if I want to make a whole new world or use a fandom for this.

I guess I should give a sample too 🫠

Flying up above the clouds their wings carried them far from their hoard. It was normal day, Reader had to make sure their territory was still theirs, join from landmark to landmark. Everything looked the same, thought they did notice that more and more human kingdoms started showing up and if it was a kingdom there were still more humans. Humans, disgusting creature, greedy and fear filled things.

Passing over a small village they recalled their encounters. Humans…for such a small lifespan they seem to always grow..

Reader remembers the time where they were just a fledgeling, they were as incompetent as a hatchling but they still couldn’t hunt on their own. Their parents were respected by not only other dragons/wyverns but they were the ones who helped maintain the balance of life. Life was nice.

It was right before they were an adolescent that tragedy struck. First it was their mother, guard their hoard and Reader, humans came. It was the first time Reader had seen them. Humans are tiny and small things, they looked like food. What Reader didn’t understand was why their mother told them to hide, but they didn’t ask. From deep in the hoard and buried under a bit of gold coins Reader hid. Their mother, one of the most beautiful and peaceful dragons/wyvern was killed in front of their eyes by humans.

Her death was celebrated by humans where as all the other creatures grieved with Reader and their father.

Reader huffs and shacks her head to clear her mind and stop themselves from reliving those memories. After spotting a snack they descend down and catch the deer. It wasn’t big enough to be a full meal but it was more than enough. With a river nearby Reader decided to take a rest before continuing.

‘I should bring some food back for father…’ Reader thought as they finished up eating the dear.

They reader the depression their father went through from loosing his one and only mate. Their father never left the hoard much, Reader assume that it was out of fear of loosing something else dear to him. This was also how Reader had gotten so good at hunting and scavenging for gold and treasures. They didn’t mind, they love their father but they couldn’t help but worry for the day that they find their own mate.

The sunset rolls into night and Reader watches the fireflies flicker. The stars would come out soon and that’s when Reader would start flying again.

They enjoyed the night and all the treasures it gave out.

[wombrion]

girl with no problems

[badasserywomen]

I ready for my brain to become severly rotted by arcane and caitvi

[wisdomshoes]

you know i just realized my boy is blue is actually kinda rocking a whole fucking black parade thing (well except blue, blue parade)

"No I know that I can make you stay, but where's your heart, but where's yoooour heaaart, but where's. your. AND I KNO" -Rouxls after finding out his puzzle sucks and it's not stopping anyone

admireth the worm

[nekurothings]

FOCUS!!

[keypostos]

caleb is 10 when he realizes that he's a physical touch fiend. the rush he gets when his hand lingers on top of your skin after playing with you is like no other. when he presses into your side while you're reading, his thoughts always circle around one topic: you, you, you. when you would run into his room after a nightmare, caleb was ready to swoop you in his arms and hold you until you fell asleep. every response towards you was involuntary.

caleb is 15 when he realizes that teasing 13-year-old you becomes irresistible. when he holds up your book, pencil, or some other item in the air, he watches as you jump up and down to try and grab it back. he's grown a lot in three years; if he had to estimate, he's a whole head taller than you now—20cm at least.

when you throw yourself onto him in an attempt to get your stuff back, he falters. you're laying against him on the couch, shuffling and moving up and down over his body, and caleb's breath hitches. you're so close and right there.

he's going insane. you can't even stand up for five seconds before caleb pulls you down against him once more, saying something about retaliation or revenge while tickling you to death.

caleb is 20 when he's about to leave for the DAA. there's an air of silence around the house. you've trapped yourself in your room more often, stressing over your senior finals. at least, that's what you've been telling him.

"i'm sorry caleb, i really need to study for this test."

"oh! i totally forgot about that project i had due tonight. shit, i'm sorry caleb. we'll have another movie night soon, okay?"

he doesn't know if you're actually this busy or if you're actually ignoring him. all he does know is that he misses you. he wonders about how he could miss someone who was in the room across from him. you were so close, but so far.

when you found out he was leaving—though you had a grin on your face while congratulating him—caleb knew you were devastated. he wondered if you were secretly mad at him for leaving.

two weeks before his departure, he practically forces you to be around him. he laid down next to you like before. he stroked your hair while you napped on the couch. he teased you and picked you up so you could hit him and grab him like you used to. he always chose to put his arm around you during a movie. he dragged you by the hand all around the neighborhood. he needed to all of that again, a thousand times more.

but at 24, it seems like there may have been a wedge between the two of you. calls are more and more infrequent.

"sorry, space signal sucks," he'd type.

"sorry, i was busy with training!" you'd reply, 2 days later.

he thinks that he would do anything to go back to before. he hasn't felt you in months. he sees you only twice a year.

it's hard. it was excruciating during the first few weeks. not only was he dealing with bootcamp, but he always found himself looking to his side, thinking you'd be there with him. at night, you were there, right next to him in bed.

he imagined that you would whisper words of reassurance in his ear. you'd hold onto him like you used to, when you had nightmares, and wrap your legs between his. there were days where we stroked his necklace, wishing that it was your hand instead. what he would give to have you next to him.

all he wants is to be able to feel you again. he chastises his 10-year-old self for taking you for granted back then. he wants to feel the apples of your cheeks when he caresses your face. once,—when he was 13 (you, 11)—he did that, and he thought you had a fever the way you warmed up. if he could, caleb would build a time machine to go back to that.

caleb is 25 when he is out of your life.

he thinks about you every day. it reminds him of when he was in bootcamp five years ago. it takes him back to when he was fifteen; you were on top of him, and his brain was fried to a crisp. caleb wonders if he's always been this way, because he can recall that at ten, you were still the only thing consuming his mind.

even during his arm repairs, you're there throughout all the pain.

when you discover his metal arm, all of caleb's instincts point to the door. he's spent so long trying to hide it from you: it's the constant long-sleeves (even though they made him incredibly uncomfortable), or making sure to only touch you with his left-hand (even though he wanted to pull you in with both hands).

but he stays. because it's you.

you freeze momentarily, listening to his writhes and moans of pain. caleb only notices you're there when he feels your hands brush his shoulder. he jolts back in surprise, and he sees you looming over him.

he stammers something, not even sure of what he said because you're here. you see him. you see it.

caleb's wanted this for so long. he wanted to see you again, in a state where you were both vulnerable, like old times. however, that moment probably wouldn't have come if he doesn't confess about this, so he relays the details.

you listen attentively, eyes wide with shock as caleb goes on. your hands wrap around his metal one, and he feels nothing. it's agonizing. he sees you examine him so gently. your fingers trace over bolts and plates of metal, lightly stroking up and down his arm. and caleb feels nothing.

how often has he dreamed of this? for you to be touching him again, so intimately and softly? he's stayed up countless nights wishing for you to be here, just so he can put his arms around you in a crushing embrace, only to be incapable of feeling you on one side of his body.

you pull away from his arm, asking if the fleet was accountable. when he doesn't say anything, he feels your weight lift off the bed and go towards the door.

whatever happens next is involuntary. he uses his flesh arm to pull you back, caging you between his forearm and his chest. there's no thought to it, no rationalization. it's just you and him. and he's been deprived of this for so long.

he breathes into the crevice of your neck, and he has half a mind to place his entire face there. he wants to breathe you in after being away from you for so long. no conversations, no contact, no touching. the last time he was this close to you was years ago. he needs this, caleb thinks.

the feel of you against his bare chest is something he cannot seem to describe. it's like he's his teenage (or even kid) self again, where he seems to short-circuit whenever he comes in contact with you. you're still small compared to him, but you fit perfectly like you did a decade ago.

he lets you go after he feels you trembling. you don't hesitate to place your hands on his waist and tackle him onto the bed. you catch him off-guard as you pin him beneath you, looking straight into his eyes.

"hold me," you plead, "with your right hand."

caleb lets out a shaky breath. there are voltages of electricity flowing through him—literally and figuratively. his skin sparks alive when he feels you. will it be the same with the metal arm?

slowly, caleb raises his mechanical arm. he wraps it around you, and feels the movement of your back shift downwards. you released a breath you didn't know you were holding. caleb held his.

you wait patiently before caleb starts running his metal hand up and down your back. you watch him exhale as he continues. you press your forehead on his, and you breathe in tandem with him.

caleb is 25 when he discovers that he loves physical touch.

wow like i didn't expect this to get so long... but like here we are???

i think we need to start embracing touch-starved caleb in all of our fics. this man hasn't seen the love of his life in YEARS (infrequently, anyway) so i think once she touches him (like INTIMATELY) for the first time in years he goes a little cray.

also sorry the ending was rushed i wanted to get this over with bc i intented this to be like 500 words but obviously it got way longer than that. what can i say... this freak has dug into my brain.

[mylittleredgirl]

even if you're not a supernatural fan, if you've been on tumblr long enough you are, like, culturally. like cultural christianity in america except it's the cw's supernatural. you may never have watched an episode or set foot inside the tag but your regular life shuts down on their holidays and all of your world news is delivered through that point of view. something to think about

[donkeys-waffles]

Also, also...

This has been a recent brainworm of mine and I'm tired of it so I'm passing the baton onto you, you're so welcome.

Every time AFO dies, it's the same reaction. If you hate DFO you use it as an excuse to negate the theory, if you love DFO you have mixed opinions (mostly disappointment,) but what's consistent is that everyone always thinks it's the end, there's a majority of people that I've seen not question it.

I'm so envious of these people because it's like AFO never gave them trust issues.

This man is a cockroach, not a wolf, or even a dragon like you'd think. That bitch is cockroach. And here's a list of his deaths to prove it.

First fight with All Might, he legally died but was resurrected. This man's entire skull was crushed and still came back.

Fight with Bakugou where he blinked out of existence with rewind.

And now his vestige dies with Tomura in his fight with Izuku.

THREE DEATHS... Three times has he died, and two of those times he was revived in some way. This is also a man who fears death, who has PTSD from his fight with All Might, who made himself immortal to escape death. This man doesn't normally appear places himself, he doesn't do his own dirty work, when it comes to fights, often. He always does it at a distance. He's terrified of death, despite his strength. That alone makes him having clones, (not even just one,) very logical. It's almost out of character of him to NOT have clones. When he makes multiple plans, as seen in Kamino, he always has multiple avenues to his goals. He's known for his backup plans, like with Tomura, he also had Dabi and other kids from the orphanage. He's determined and calculating, he'd not likely to use such a risky avenue to achieve what he wants, not without a solid backup plan. And his vestige in Tomura isn't a solid enough backup plan to fall back on. A lot can go wrong there, as we've seen. He died before he even got close to him, and Tomura's hatred was too strong to take control over.

Who in their right mind, who's supposed to be extremely intelligent put all your eggs in one basket considering his fears, considering his 200-year-old goals.

I think it's very plausible for him to have a clone, and this bitch has died and came back WAY too many times for me to host a funeral.

[sorrelsticks]

Can't wait to replay peak today 🔥🔥🔥

[avituses]

Save me toxic old man yaoi

Comic dialogue stolen blatantly from a reddit comment that I sadly couldn't find again

[o-wild-west-wind]

While I’m still a bit bummed that they didn’t go with a more book-aligned POC Fiyero for the Wicked movie, I’ve been thinking (heheh) about how his being white highlights the really interesting foil relationship between him and Glinda (and, in many ways, the audience yourself).

At its core, Wicked is a cautionary tale about propaganda, (literal) scapegoating, and what it means to uphold the status quo. The audience is watching through Glinda’s eyes—it is through her, arguably the most beautifully tragic character of the show, that we learn how lonely life becomes when you forfeit your values in favor of systemic power and likability (“No One Mourns the Wicked” is, in many ways, about HER).

Now, this is where Fiyero’s whiteness can get interesting—if you consider him and Glinda to share roughly equal footing at the beginning in terms of privilege/how much they have to lose (applying our real-world lens of race and power here, where whiteness is the apex), his storyline essentially represents what could have happened if Glinda had made the brave (and arguably wise and loving, if you’re picking up what I’m putting down 👀) choice to go with Elphaba and fight the good fight (this is also why I feel like a queer reading of G&E’s relationship is almost implicit to the story, but I digress).

As the POC/marginalized allegory, Elphaba has much less of a real choice in her curtain-pulled-back turning point. But Fiyero and Glinda—both representing privilege—get to choose. So in Act II, we see the consequences of both the choice to stay (Glinda) and to go (Fiyero). In Fiyero’s case, his ultimate rejection of his own power, privilege, and even beauty leads to immense physical loss—including his own body—but that is then compared to the loss of love, community, and identity that we see Glinda left with by the end. And this brings us to the question that the audience is left grappling with: in an unjust system where loss is inevitable (a.k.a. our own world, as the Wizard himself represents), which of these things are YOU more willing to give up?

It’s important that Glinda is an empathetic character because, in reality, most people are going to be Glindas (obvi this is nuanced among us Elphabas of marginalized identities, but I’d still argue that there’s some level of Glinda in us all)—and it’s important to be rattled by the end of the show when you realize that she is the one who has the sad ending. But it’s also so important that Fiyero is empathetic (which I’m SO glad this movie leaned into)—because he’s ultimately who Glinda—and thus we, as the audience—should have been.

And especially given the state of US politics right now…this is just all more relevant than ever.