#brainrot has been elsewhere lately but

[smilingperformer]

Man, I knew I would like Perrin the moment I saw her in SV DLC trailer.

And Horizons is not letting me down with their introduction of her at all.

I love her.

So much.

Aaaaah I'm sorry I didn't buy the DLC for you 😭

[gay-dorito-dust]

Helloooo! I’m here for a request I’ve been brainrotting about for a while. So, we have the reader who is probably a late teen/young adult that’s known Leon basically all their life. So much so that Leon sees them as a younger sibling of sorts.

For the scenario itself, it’s basically just Leon, Ashley, Luis, and Y/N’s chaotic adventures throughout the main storyline. Ex. Luis convinces Y/N to try a smoke which Leon is not happy about

‘C’mon Leon,’ Luis drawled from beside you, ‘why can’t you let y/n experience their first smoke?’ Luis has been tempting you with a cigarette for a while now but each and every time he even dared to bring one out from his pocket; Leon, your surrogate brother at this point, would always tear it straight from his hand and crush it under his boot.

‘Yeah! Why can’t I have a smoke!’ You whined, having become a little spent on how overbearing Leon had became during the entirety of the mission; Always hovering over you, making sure your gun had enough bullets, putting himself before you in cases of imminent danger, and so on.

It was nice at first but overtime you begin to think that maybe Leon didn’t think you capable of taking care of yourself despite knowing firsthand that you could; So why the hell should he care if you ever picked up smoking?

Leon sighed irritably, ‘I’m not going to allow you in destroying your lungs and ruining your life opportunities with those cancer sticks y/n.’ He replied, plucking what felt like the fifth cigarette from Luis’s hand and throwing it elsewhere.

‘Out of everything you could’ve been completely against me doing, you choose smoking?’ You asked, ‘sort your priorities out Leon! I mean you let me fight theses…freaks of nature for a living but god forbid I relieve myself of everyday stresses with the occasional cigarette now and then.’

Leon looked to Luis who had already pulled out another cigarette by this time and managed to set it alight in the midst of your row with Leon, and once he caught on that the male was looking at him as though he was going to shed some light on the situation but he only shrugged his, lifting his hands in the air in defence. ‘They’ve got you there, my friend.’

‘Thanks for the help Luis.’ Leon utters sarcastically.

‘You’re very welcome.’ Luis replied with a drastic bow, making you laugh in the process which made Luis feel accomplished.

Leon then looked back at you, only to see that you were smirking victoriously as though you’ve just won the battle and the war simultaneously. ‘I’m just looking out for your health kiddo.’ He try to reason but was met by a scoff followed by a ‘and how’s that going for you?’ Which warranted you a warning glare from Leon, which dared you to continue challenging him if you keep thinking yourself so smart and see how that would end.

‘There are healthier hobbies to uptake in combating against everyday stress and anxieties but smoking shouldn’t be considered one of them.’ Leon tried telling you but it sounded as though you were being lectured. ‘Do I make myself clear?’ He added, hands on his hips as he awaited expectedly.

‘Yes dad, I’m sure we can all appreciate the life lesson. Can we go and do what we came here to do now you got that off your chest?’ You replied, wanting to get Ashley and get the fuck out of this decrepit village as fast as you could. Staying here as long as you have wasn’t doing any wonders on your mental health.

‘Yeah, I feel light as a feather.’ Leon quipped as Luis looked between you both with raised brows.The looks you both shot at one another were almost identical, from the furrow of your brows to the steely look in your eyes, Luis could’ve been fooled into thinking that he was looking at a mirror; It was humorous in a sort of way.

You and Leon may not be biologically related but you sure acted like you were and that was the funniest part, so much so that Luis couldn’t help but chuckle; almost forgetting for a second that he was in the midst of smoking.

‘What’s so funny?’ You and Leon asked in tandem, which only lead to Luis smirking widely, clearing the smoke from his lungs with a long and drawn out exhale. ‘Oh nothing.’ He replied. You and Leon shared a look before deciding that if you continued the way that you were, nothing would ever get done.

So without another word you, Leon and Luis moved onto the next area. With Leon leading the front while you and Luis lingered behind.

‘Luis, you better put that cigarette back into your pocket before I take your entire pack and shove it up your ass.’ Leon said without looking over his shoulder.

Luis withdrew the cigarette from your hand and put it back into his pocket. ‘Sorry little one, this is my only pack and if I’m to stick with you and Leon throughout the reminder of your mission? I’ll be needing them more then I’ve ever needed them before.’ You pouted but understood none the less.

I hope this was alright, it is within the main frame of the storyline but I must’ve lost myself somewhere…🦦

[elixrr]

Simpy Xiao One-Shot

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Semi-ooc Xiao x GN!Reader

Synopsis... Xiao confesses his love to you. A brainrot that's been rotting my brain, but it's just Xiao trying his best with you to confess, but fails and succeeds in the same time.

Author's note... Xiao has been occupying my brain since 2021. This is not okay, but I'm not complaining bc I love Xiao from the bottom of my idiot heart <3

Warnings... None, really. Just tooth-rotting fluff from stupidly cute brainrots I've had of him (mwahahahahhaa) oh, but also angst if you squint just hard enough that your eyes are quite literally closed. Oh, and a mini argument :')

“Xiao,” he heard you. He heard you— your voice, it rings within his head, from side to side to kiss on both his ears. Your voice was always meaningful to him. He could almost get lost in it, the way the syllables would be spelled out so greatly from you like a—

“Xiao?” You spoke once more, louder and clearer than before. Ah. He got lost in the thought of you again. Swiftly, with a flashy smoke of teal and black, he arrived right by your side, where he wanted to stay.

“You called?” Despite his words, he already knew why you called. It's always for the same reasons. To spend time with him. To do things with him. To be with him.

“Of course I did. What days do I not?”

Xiao tried to recount the days in which you've never even uttered his name. How many years ago was that? It's almost astounding how many years you've been friends with him at this point.

But it's almost as astonishing that he hasn't even confessed his love for you yet.

But never mind that, Xiao cleared his hazy mind full of fond memories with you, who replaces every other memory of his karmic debt, the agonizing presence of death that continues to pry at his sanity each passing day.

But you replenish all of that. His lost dreams, his lost hopes, and his lost world. You returned all of that to him, replenished and renewed. You, it's always you. You, who—

“Xiao, is something the matter?” You tangled his hair around your finger. The closeness had his face flushed with the pink of a peony. “You've been quite out of it lately.”

“I– I'm..?” Fine. Fine is what he wanted to say. But the words died down in his throat. All he could focus on was your features up close. You've been his friend for so long, but it's rare for you to get close to him, let alone come into contact with him. He's nervous, not just because physical contact with him is outright dangerous, but because you're just– just to close to him, and you don't even pay an ounce of attention to that. You're toying with his hair so naturally, as if it's nothing special, like it's nothing out of the ordinary— like you two were dating.

Oh, what a fantasy that would be. Xiao's hand intertwined with yours, laying in a field of grass and blooming flowers, you blabbering on about anything and everything, just like you always do. But this time, maybe you'd hug him. Run a finger or a few through his hair. Maybe you'd even kiss him. Or even do that thing that humans would do on the occasion out in the open, that thing called “cuddling”. Xiao blushes at the thought. You're already so close to him, but if you were even closer, arms wrapped around him, snuggled oh-so close? He could hardly take the thought without feeling weak to the knees.

“You're...? Okay, so, you're clearly not fine, if you were going to say that. So, here. Sit down with me, you can tell me what's happening in that restless life you've got there.” You, with a soft and low voice, whispered into his ear.

“O– Okay.” Xiao sat himself down right next to you, albeit a little closer than he intended, but still close nonetheless. Damnit, he hopes deep down and past his adeptal bones that you don't suspect a thing about him liking you.

“Alright, so something is up. If you're comfortable, you can tell me. I'm all ears.”

“Your invitation is tempting,” Xiao weens with an internal scoff, all while slipping his gaze elsewhere. “But I can't tell you anything.”

“You shouldn't need to know that I...” Ah. He let that part slip out. Albeit in a blushful whisper, but he could only pray to Rex Lapis that you didn't actually hear that.

Oh, but of course you did.

“Well, we've been friends for, like, forever! Or, uh, my forever, but you get the gist of it. Xiao, if something's wrong, you know you could tell me, I—”

“BUT WHAT IF I JUST CAN'T TELL YOU?!”

Xiao bellowed at you, having you flinch at the sudden response. That was unintentional, as told by the way he covered his mouth with his hand and the way his golden wide eyes would stare at you, heavy with guilt.

“Oh. Well, if you can't tell me, then I shouldn't pry on it. Sorry about that.”

“I– no, I should apologize. I didn't... mean to..”

Woah, wait. What's going on?

Xiao got quiet. The words, once more, were killed down his throat. He needed to get out of there quickly. But he couldn't teleport— he couldn't think of where to go at that moment, he envisioned a scornful look on your face when you stared at him. Do you hate him now? Will you suddenly give up on him? He just can't accept that, not after he found out that he was in love. He can't go back now, he realizes. He can't be used to the cold loneliness anymore, you've become a part of his life, a major part, he can't let go now! Why, oh why?! Why did he–

“Hey. Shh. Xiao, hey. I'm not mad, I'm not upset.”

Xiao opened his eyes. Everything was glassy and blurred. He rubbed his eyes— tears stained his gloves. Was he crying? In front of you? He tried to turn away, but then he felt your arms wrap around him delicately, like he was as fragile as glass. How could he escape now? You enveloped him in your arms, and he knows it's obvious that he's calmed down after that.

“Please... Don't go. Don't leave yet, I— I love you too much to let you go.”

He didn't mean for that last part to slip out, but even so, he nearly fell unconscious under your arms, feeling them squeeze around him as he confessed. Still. Of all times, why now? Why, when he's most vulnerable in your arms?

“It's okay, it's okay. You know, I love you too. I always have, but I never guessed those feelings were returned.” You took his hand in yours and smiled, looking into his soft, loving, yet teary eyes.

“Of course they were returned. I loved you for so long, I... didn't even know it.” Xiao's eyes stared back into yours, your tender eyes full of honesty. His hand squeezing yours slightly, a gesture to show that all his words were true. He watched your other hand wipe his remaining tears away, and he smiled.

Xiao smiled for you.

“Then... May I?” Xiao's face flushed a bright rosey red, seeing you inch closer and closer to him, filling in the gap of air that lay between you two.

Xiao stuttered, his heart screamed yes, but his head was going into overdrive and he didn't know what to say. Even if he did, there's no way he could form a sentence now.

But you waited. Your lips, slightly parted, were only centimeters from his own, awaiting his consent.

“P– please. Do so.”

And you crashed your lips into his, and as if roses bloomed beneath you both in place of the Inn's roof, he was dropped into eternal bliss.

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[luulapants]

look into the name Declan for me?? enable my brainrot akldfjgh

Let the brainrot flourish! Declan, as your The Raven Cycle fandom source material would suggest to you, is an Irish name. It's remained relatively unchanged since Old Irish (Declán).

According to vetted sources, the origin is unknown, but -án is a diminutive suffix used in many Old Irish boys' names. That leaves us with a mysterious undefined root, 'decl.' Other -án-suffixed names show us that it's used after both nouns (Cúán = cú 'hound, wolf' + án = 'little wolf, little hound') and adjectives (Senán = sen 'old' + án = 'little old one'), as well as some combinations (Caíndelbán = caín 'handsome' + delb 'image' + án = a handsome little sight).

It's possible the word the name is based on was archaic by the time of its first recording, but looking at Old Irish glossaries, I can make some wild speculations. I'm starting with the 'cl' ending, because it's not a consonant cluster that exists at the end of Old Irish words. That suggests the original word likely changed, dropping a vowel either after or between those consonants. Clú, meaning 'fame' immediately sticks out as both a common name theme, meaning-wise, and a viable phonological origin. From there, I see a prefix, deg-, meaning 'well-,' which is promising because when a voiced velar plosive 'g' is placed before a voiceless velar plosive 'c' (pronounced 'k'), they almost always combine. The pre-Anglicized Modern Irish version of Declan is, in fact, transcribed with a 'g' instead of a 'c'! This would give deg+clú+án, pronounced 'deh-klahn' or 'dehg-lahn' the meaning 'little well-famed one.'

I think that fits Declan Lynch pretty well, don't you?

As for its history, Declán of Ardmore was a 5th century Irish Christian saint who was notable for converting the Déisi, a social class in southern Ireland. These pre-Patrician saints are often overshadowed by St. Patrick, so the following of St. Declan is fairly regionally restricted to County Waterford in Munster.

As a side note, Wikipedia's disambiguation page says, without a source cited, that the name is believed to mean 'man of prayer' or 'full of goodness.' I can find no evidence of an Old Irish word 'prayer' which would support the first meaning. The second could be supported by the Old Irish dag- 'good,' but there's nothing to support 'man' and the exclusion of the diminutive leads me to believe this is a meaning contrived without evidence by the Catholic Church, which they did with several saints' names throughout history.

Irish baby name records only go back to the 1960s, but Declan was in the top 25 most popular names from the start of records start until the late '70s, when a slow decline began. Ireland only tracks the top 100 names, so it's probably still fairly popular, but it did drop out of the top 100 in 1999.

In the US, on the other hand, Declan has seen a skyrocketing increase in popularity from around the same time - 1998. It shot from below the top 1000 to within the top 500 by 2001, the top 200 by 2011, and peaked at 95th in 2019. It's ranked at 390 in the UK, which is the lowest it's been since the 1990s, and is fairly popular elsewhere in the Anglosphere.

I've seen a few movies credited with the rise in US popularity, but none seem particularly compelling to me. What I find more likely is that it was aligned with an overall increase in popularity of Irish names at the end of the 90s, with names like Aidan, Donovan, Brennan, Reilly, and Reagan also suddenly shooting into rankings at the time. This is aligned with an increased popularity of Irish and Irish diaspora in media at the time (Boondock Saints, Angela's Ashes, Traveller, Mystic River), perhaps stemming from the end of The Troubles in Northern Ireland.

In any case, Niall Lynch was right in time with the trends when he named his son.

[bcbdrums]

Do you pair Kid with either Liz or Patty? Or are they more like siblings?

i want to preface this by saying i have not read/watched SE NOT in which i know we get more backstory about these three. i have no idea what happens there, so none of that will play into my response.

i mostly see them as a found family. Kid went out looking for weapons and found some he wanted, but there's a deeper respect and regard he has for them... i'm sure it starts out simply, but Kid is the sort of person who... this might sound ironic, but he looks beyond the surface. it's weird to say because on the surface it's all about symmetry, but, the depth wtihin that is the balance of good and evil in the world... so the symmetry thing on the surface is just...manifestation of his deeper desire for all things to be balanced... so, he has his symmetrical pistols who aren't symmetrical in their human forms. part of this asymmetry about them along with...their desire to serve him to the best of their abilities... it helps stabilize him in a way, gets him thinking deeper yet. if that makes sense. and then Liz and Patty on their side of it... they see someone who could wield absolute power and doesn't abuse it. and coming from a background of hard knocks and abuse... and so they start to respect and admire him.

and like any normal relationship... they get to know each other better. the respect and admiration grows. and they truly care about each other. and idk if you'd call it sibling-like, or just...soulmates. they want to protect each other. they care for each other. it's a unique bond. ultimately, this is how they are. they're family. they'll always be there for each other.

as to any shipping... i can see a one-sided Kid/Liz that ultimately becomes a requited sitch. i can see Liz's worry for her poor neurotic meister turning into romantic feelings, feelings she would never share or act upon. because she cares about him too much. she'd never dream of putting him in an awkward place, because he comes first. always. him and Patty are first in her life, ahead of her. which is something Kid has done for her... made her look beyond herself. she was pretty selfish when they met, but she's changed because of him. and i think years down the road, not too many but...indeed years, he'd just....sort of....become aware of her romantic feelings. he'd figure it out because she'd not be able to totally hide it after so long, and he's very perceptive. and he would reciprocate her feelings in a sort of just... oh, of course i love you. sort of way. he just never considered it because he has that much honor for her (and for Patty). a sort of just...falling into place, thing.

i haven't thought too deeply about it lately. my brainrot has been, eh-heh...elsewhere. but Kid's love for his weapons, and their love for him, is something very important to me and one of my top-favorite things about the manga.

thanks for the ask!!

[hupla222]

Rarus Gang

The gang. The gang is here at last, done by @xabi0407. I'm a huge Pokémon fan so it should be no surprise that I have my own Pokémon region, well two actually. These guys are from the first of them called Rarus. Rarus is far from a traditional region, more like a spinoff game. Its a small region, barely even noticeable on the map. And its a region where Pokémon are far more feral than elsewhere. As such civilization is sparse, being only six small villages in the whole region, each one protected by a guardian Pokémon. But enough about Rarus for now. I bet anyone who is actually reading this wants to know about those guys up there, so let's get into that. Absolutely feel free to ask about this one its been my brainrot since elementary school.

Ava (16): She's the first girl up there. She comes from The Village of the Pyroar, the smallest of the six villages located in Sector Six. She's an adventurous soul, never one to stay still and always looking for a thrill. She's egotistical but she has a king heart, desiring nothing more than to join the Rangers (no not those rangers), a group of people dedicating to protecting people as well as educating the public about Pokémon and helping the two groups coexist. All of the Sectors have a Ranger, all except hers. And she's going to do whatever it takes to become one and protect the people she loves. Her partner Pokémon is a Litleo, one of the children of the Lady Pyroar herself.

Alex (13): This boy is Ava's younger cousin, so close that they are practically siblings. At the age of ten he was thrown out of the village by an angry villager who believed his bloodline was cursed (the people of Rarus are very superstitious) since he can under the speech of Pokémon. As such he has spent the last three years living in the woods learning medicine from a local Sylveon. Aimed with his late father's camera, he travels with Ava after reuniting with her determined to photograph the whole region to show the people of Rarus that it isn't as scary as they've been told. His main partner Pokémon is a shiny Swampert, one that is a runt.

Julie (12): And finally we have Julie, the little cutie pie on the right. She's a very cheerful girl that Ava rescued right before she set off on her journey. Wanting to support her new hero, Julie travels with Ava while also furthering her own goal of becoming a dragon tamer. She's the daughter of the leader of The Village of the Noivern and as such has a deep connection with dragons. She wants everyone to know how wonderful it can be to work together with Pokémon and to not fear them. And she's going to start by befriending the scariest ones of all (except the Zoroark that is). Her partner Pokémon is a Deino that she hatched from an egg.

[crownshattered-arch]

|| i know i havent been around much lately/my brainrot has been elsewhere, but my frozen twst ocs STILL do occupy my brain....even though i'm not talking about them constantly atm....i love isfrid, alanna, and kristian....

[sentient-forest-boy]

I answered “books suck and you suck” somewhat in jest, but being perfectly candid as someone who has inattentive ADHD, I find it difficult to engage with most creative literature (unless it has a particular style/pacing-which can be hard to quantify) even if it’s good. And if it’s bad…well, we all had some dry reads thanks to the public education system, and we all pray we don’t have to through that again.

And while artistic mediums I prefer are available (graphic novels, comics, movies and DVDs) I admit that my first instinct is to often think of other places to acquire/experience them and well…it is a little bit of a travel commitment to return them, and ever since I was a wee child I was a little stressed by late returns/fees. Returning school books is one thing-you’re there everyday.

On the nonfiction side while I enjoy history, I find that if I do enough Googling or searching on YouTube, I can often find good if not fantastic news articles and essays that can satiate my curiosity relatively faster than I could opening up a biography that may prove to either be dubious or heavily sourced elsewhere.

But I would hate to leave the impression that I think libraries are unimportant. A good public library can be a pillar in a community, crucial for students of all ages, archiving information, people seeking community events, or those in poverty or homelessness to find opportunities they otherwise wouldn’t have or even simple entertainment. They could and probably should better advertise these events and services, but for everyone who’s in the know…

Recently I went to my community library to print off character sheets for a game of Vampire The Masquerade. I went in with a few dollars to pay and once I (once again) registered my library card, they courteously told me that every month I could print off $5 Canadian worth of printed pages free. After some messing around with some settings and printing a couple test pages, I printed off 5 character sheets that turned out beautifully across 4 pages EACH and it only costed me about a dollar and a half of the free printing they gave me. This blew my goddamn mind. Only my elementary school library was this generous with printing. We have a printer at my house, but honestly, it’s likely more convenient most of the time to just go to the library for this good of a public service. So this degenerate, uncultured philistine salutes you and all other librarians. 😛

Thank you for answering!! I added the "books suck and you suck" option definitely to be more teasing, lol (I noticed a lot of people found it extremely rude in the notes, which, I'm sorry!! It's just tumblr brainrot humor, I probably should have been more polite there).

I have noticed that a LOT of people avoid the library due to fines, and thought I could say a lot of libraries are fine free now to encourage people to just return the books and keep coming back! (I um, absolutely have had my own fair share of just... forgetting about books.) Sadly I know not all libraries do that for some reason. I hope more do so in the future.

I'm glad to hear you're taking advantage of the services your library offers! Tbh that's all that matters, and trust me when I say all librarians absolutely appreciate that! Tysm <3

[jinkoh]

secrets

sunwoo x gn!reader

summary: It seemed there were no limitations of who he was willing to become for you—with one grave exception: He could never just be Kim Sunwoo.

tags: (implied) mafia!sunwoo, established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, soft ending, SFW; warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, relationship struggles

wordcount: ~1,9k

a/n: named this little drabble 'secrets' and then realized kate has a 1,9k mafia au for hyungwon of the same name and that was kinda fun to me~ anyway this is just a very quick little drabble that was inspired by a sentence in a book i was reading and also by the ongoing mafia au brainrot that has been haunting kate and me for weeks (months?) now~

Masterlist

You first met Sunwoo at a bar, dressed all in black, swirling his drink around in its glass as he watched you sit down a few seats away from him. You were dying to have a drink, but the bartender seemed to be in the back or elsewhere, so you just waited listlessly, unsure what to do with yourself. 

Until Sunwoo talked to you.

"What do you want to drink? Wine? Whiskey? Beer?"

You turned to him in confusion, certain he was a guest himself from his expensive looking suit and watch.

"Wine," you replied anyway.

He looked around, as if making sure not to get caught, before he walked around the counter to pour you a glass.

"Can you just do that?"

He looked at you with an almost disinterested shrug. "Looks like I can."

His boldness made you laugh. "What's your name?" 

"Whatever you want it to be." It was such a cliché line and you should have cringed, but instead you found yourself drawn to him. There was something intriguing about him.

"Oh, really? Anything is fine?" 

"Sure, I'll be anyone for you. The bartender for example. Or—," he leaned over the counter, close enough to speak in a whisper, "maybe you want me to be someone else tonight?"

After getting involved with him you quickly realized he hadn't lied; he became whomever you wanted him to be. It seemed there were no limitations of who he was willing to become for you—a bartender, an affair, a guy who took you out for dinner, a friend who accompanied you to your nephews soccer game, a lover—but there was one grave exception: He could never just be Kim Sunwoo. He could never be completely truthful, always holding on to a zillion secrets that you couldn’t even scratch the surface of. As much as he loved to hear about you, find out all your likes and dislikes, as little did he reveal about himself. For every tiny thing you knew about him, there was another bigger one you didn’t and it drove you insane. You knew he often met 'friends' late at night, but you didn’t know a single one of their names. You knew he drove a black Mercedes, but you didn’t know why the license plate kept changing every other week. You knew the scent of his laundry detergent, but you didn’t know where the blood stains on his shirt came from. 'Don't worry about it', he would say, but how could you not? 'Not knowing is more exciting than the boring truth', but if the truth was so boring why couldn't he tell you?

Perhaps he was right about the excitement of it all, but secrets can only last so long before they start feeling like lies. They were feeling like lies now, with Sunwoo sleeping next to you in your white sheets, eyes closed so peacefully despite the dark circles and the bloody scratch on his cheek. He'd sneaked into your bed just a while ago, too late to still be considered night, too early to count as morning. The sun hadn't risen yet, but it wasn't dark anymore, the room dyed in a cold blue. Maybe you should have been upset that he'd come to your place at this time, the sound of the door rousing you from your sleep. But somehow it made your chest feel full instead. He probably had a nice, expensive apartment somewhere (not that you'd ever been there) but he was coming home to you instead, seeking your company after whatever had kept him up until the blue hour. It must have been something bad. You were neither stupid nor naive enough not to see the signs. But you'd simply decided to turn a blind eye. At first because it seemed exciting to have an affair with a dangerous man. And then because you started to like him, and it was easier to justify being with him if you pretended he had an office job with odd hours rather than whatever it was he actually did for a living. 

But you slowly realized that wasn’t going to work anymore. You struggled to fall asleep when he wasn’t there, unsure if he was just at home or maybe out somewhere, doing something. Whenever he snuck into your bed in the middle of the night, you knew he'd been up to no good, and yet you felt relief wash over you, because at least it meant he was alive. You couldn't stop yourself from worrying, and you felt if you already worried anyway you should at least know what it was you were worrying about. He would have to tell you.

With careful hands you brushed his hair out of his forehead, revealing another small wound right above his eyebrow. He flinched when you accidentally grazed it with your thumb.

"Sorry," you whispered, even though you thought he was still sleeping. But his eyes fluttered open.

"No need to be," he whispered back and you wondered how his voice could possibly be so gentle and sweet, despite the dark secrets he seemed to be hiding.

"Who hurt you?"

"No one. It doesn’t matter." 

"It does matter. I can't keep watching like this without knowing what's going on." You pulled your hand away but he held onto your wrist, a loose grasp that you could have easily shaken off if you'd wanted to. But you didn’t. His touch felt warm.

"It's better this way," he insisted, and despite the seriousness of the conversation his voice stayed gentle and calm. "How long could you love someone you know everything about? There always needs to be a little secret, something to reveal, to find out."

"Where does that leave me then? You know pretty much everything about me. Are you tired of me yet? Disillusioned?"

He let out a breathy laugh. "Don't be silly. How could I ever get tired of you?"

"Then what if I feel the same way?"

"That's impossible."

You frowned. "It's not."

"You say that because you don't know better. But I can't risk losing you." He squeezed your hand and closed his eyes and you knew the conversation was over for him. 

"You're already risking it," you whispered but he didn't hear it. Or maybe he just pretended not to.

Your patience was running thin. How could you forgive the way he'd suddenly disappear during dinner due to 'emergencies' that he never explained to you? How could you ignore the smell of iron on his coat? How could you pretend not to see the injuries on his body, from the bloody knuckles to the dressed wound on his shoulder? You knew Sunwoo genuinely liked you. It showed in all the little ways he cared and maybe it showed most in the way he tried to keep you out of the troubles he was involved with. But you didn't want to be kept out of trouble. You weren't as fragile and breakable as he made you out to be and you were convinced you could handle whatever dark truth he was hiding. If only he would let you. 

When you saw him reach for the juice on the coffee table during movie night, flinching when the movement put a strain on his injured shoulder, you finally broke.

"I can't do this anymore," you said quietly, your serious voice not matching the atmosphere of the lighthearted movie at all. "You have to tell me the truth. Or leave."

"We've had this so many times. Why are you so keen on knowing? Weren't the secrets what drew you to me in the first place?" 

"No," you replied a little too quickly, just to backpedal a second later. "Maybe. But I don't want that anymore, Sunwoo. I'm tired of secrets."

He pressed his lips together. "This is all I can give, though."

This outcome wasn't unexpected, and yet hearing him say it still hurt. You didn't want to give up, you didn't want to lose him, but you knew that things couldn't continue like this.

"Okay," you whispered, your voice weak and shaky. "We're over then."

He opened his mouth to say something, but then he closed it again, at a loss for the right words. 

"I'll go to my friend's place for a few hours," you continued. "I expect you to be gone when I'm back."

You already felt the tears brimming at your eyes, but you had to stay strong, at least until you made it out the door. You picked up your phone from the coffee table and got up to leave, a part of you hoping for a reason to stay even now. The movie was still running, the roaring laughter of one of the characters filling the unbearable silence between the two of you. This was really it, you thought to yourself, but the realization wasn't really sinking in. After all the time you'd spent together, how could it just end like this? How could he—

"I'm not a good person," Sunwoo suddenly pressed out, the desperation in his voice making you stop in your tracks. You almost let out a sigh of relief. 

"I know that," you replied after a beat. Because it was true, you'd known all along, even without him telling you the details. 

"No, you don't." 

You turned around to him. "Then explain it to me." 

"I can't. You'll leave, if I do."

"Well, I'm definitely leaving if you don't."

He let out a bitter chuckle. "It seems no matter what I do you will leave me."

"Maybe. But there is only one way to find out." 

He ruffled his hair, clearly agonizing over what to do or say, before he finally brought himself to speak.

"I just��," he started and you didn’t think you'd ever heard his voice so fragile before, "it's okay if the world is looking at me with contempt, fear, disgust… But just you—I don't care about anyone else, but I wouldn’t be able to take it if you started to look at me differently."

You sat back down on the couch with him, trying to meet his gaze, but he avoided eye contact. "I won't."

"You don't know that."

"But I know that I love you," you whispered, squeezing his hand in yours. "What could possibly change that?"

At your words, he finally looked up, eyes wide and surprised. "Do you?"

"I do. If you'll let me."

He stared at you in silence for another moment, searching your face for a trace of insincerity, for any reason not to trust you. But he came up empty.

"Okay," he finally whispered. "What do you want to know?"

"Your job, for starters."

He scrunched up his face in discontent, but he let you continue.

"And you need to introduce me to your friends, at least one. And you need to let me go to your place."

Sunwoo clearly didn't like any of this, rubbing the bridge of his nose, before eventually letting out a defeated sigh. "Fine. I'll tell you everything. And I'll take you to my place, too. It's not very homely though."

"We can make it homely."

That put an actual smile on his face and it made you want to kiss him. 

"But let's take things slow, please. This is—it isn't easy for me."

"Okay," you nodded, before leaning in and leaving a small peck on his lips. "Let's take it slow. But don’t go back on your word."

His smile widened as he kissed you back, his hand naturally coming up to your jaw. "I promise I won’t," he replied between kisses.

"How can I be sure of that?"

"Because I love you, too."

Masterlist

[kesoyotes]

This isn't really finished but I'm probably not gonna touch on it more so yeah ❤️ anyway shoutout to Alchemist gotta be one of my favorite genders

[truetgirl]

Watching some three houses stuff and it is fucking breathtaking how, even when supposedly arguing in her favor, so many people will talk about disapproving of Edelgard's actions or "methods" as though it's something that literally everyone can and should be assumed to think.

I want to know what these people fucking thought her options were that ended any better. Shit in Fódlan has been rotten for a long time and she spent years learning intimately just how dire a situation the status quo really was, especially lately.

The idea that she could have actually passed effective reforms more gradually is genuinely laughable. The last time an emperor tried to strip a major noble of power she watch the rest of them take control of the empire and let her siblings die all around her while she barely survived. Not to mention that, if she did anything the church didn't like, it's pretty clear Rhea would have come down on her anyway and dragged at least the kingdom into it with her. And nevermind that the system she sought to end existed elsewhere, in states who's governing bodies had a vested interest in quelling the idea that their power wasn't inherently correct and divinely sanctioned.

So in short, no. No I do not disapprove of her methods. Violence was the norm already under the system as it was. It just had to be polite, quiet, within legal bounds, in an influential enough noble's interests, sanctioned by the church, or some combination of the above. People were already being killed and/or disenfranchised by the status quo she sought to end, and in that context guess what option becomes a lot more necessary. God, it reminds me of something, actually... Something about which people have the same kinda brainrot but in the real world...

[kitkatpancakestack]

In response to this. I am replying in a new post bc I have the "no sense of brevity" flavor of ADHD so I know this is gonna get long.

@yramesoruniverse thank you so much for asking, as a matter of fact I do have some thoughts *cracks knuckles*

Let me preface this by saying I am not going to sit here and pretend I don't spend 90% of my waking hours ruminating on this. We all know what we're doing here. That being said, I have considered several variations on how I would love the 9-1-1 team to deliver this:

1. Let's call it the "Two Trapped Dads" scenario:

I implore you to consider the ANGST and POETRY of Buck and Eddie getting trapped somewhere, as civilians, and being forced to depend on each other in order to survive. The serve of this hypothetical scenario would be made more rich set in the context of them having had an argument, or just there being some kind of withstanding tension between the two that has been ignored and left to build to a nauseating degree.

(Side note: I love Buck and Eddie because when they fight it's never with any real animosity. It always stems from the terrifying magnitude of their Love for each other. It's not arguing, it's just them caring about each other very aggressively. Absolutely iconic.)

ANYWAY, in this scenario they careen into disaster over Christopher, as I see it playing out that for some reason they believe only one of them will be able to 100% make it out alive. I imagine the tension has been building since the guardianship bomb and Buck regresses to what he believes he does best, which is being a sacrificial lamb, which shoves their moment from 4x14 back into the forefront. It would force Eddie to not only seismically double down on what he said, but literally spell out to Buck what he means to Eddie, not just Christopher.

Example:

Buck: Obviously you're the one that's getting out, you have a son waiting for you.

Eddie: Screw that, you mean just as much to him as I do.

Buck: I'm irrelevant unless you're dead, Eddie, and there is no way I'm letting you die here today.

Eddie: You're such an idiot, Buck. How can you still not get it?

Buck: Get what?

Eddie: We're a family. All three of us. What did you think that whole will thing was about, anyway? Christopher and I . . . there's no us without you.

jfc someone stop me before I write an entire script, but I think you get the gist of this one.

2. Next we have the "Just-Tell-Me-What-You-WANT" scenario:

The Drama Queen in me is obsessed with this one. It would, unfortunately, require a significantly laid foundation between Buck and a love interest (Taylor ig? It's not important, tbh). Originally, I had this scenario flipped, but since we as a fandom have collectively established Eddie as the Pining Idiot in Love, we're gonna switch it up.

So, again, Buck would be progressing significantly in his relationship with [insert intentionally poorly-defined love interest here]. In the fallout of the guardianship scene, I can still see him struggling with how to untangle his Feelings about what Eddie said to him, and losing himself in the disingenuous familiarity of "Buck 1.0" (I am with Eddie in that I hate his software updates but it's canon material so there you go). The escalation of this hypothesis results in Buck contemplating taking the next step with Taylor or, more realistically, contemplating moving out of the city with her as she's been recruited for a promotion elsewhere. I could see Eddie coming over to Buck's place and them discussing this, because they discuss everything, and Eddie just getting more and more exasperated because Buck doesn't look happy but he won't stop and think, he's just barreling ahead as usual. And so Eddie calls him out.

I think it would be something like Eddie going, "What are you even doing? You obviously don't want this."

And Buck being like, "I'm not discussing what I want with you."

and Eddie just exploding, "What? What do you want, Buck? You never express what you really feel so just . . . what do you really want?"

And Buck just going fuck it and grabbing him and pressing years of want and need and love into Eddie's mouth and yeah *fans face* I'm FINE.

3. Finally, the "Wait-For-Me-To-Come-Home" scenario:

Ideally a season finale moment, paralleled to the other couples on the show. The episode would feature a series of calls relating to couples/families experiencing some degree of separation but always finding their way back to each other. At the end there's a montage of Bathena, Madney, Mavid, Henren etc. reuniting after some sort of contention and then it would stop on Buck alone in his apartment, sitting at his table identical to what we saw in Tsunami Pt. 2, completely overwhelmed by how quiet it is and how alone he feels. And maybe Buck is considering something he heard on one of the calls. Whatever the situation, it ends with him heading to Eddie's house and it's late, like two in the morning late, and the final scene is Buck knocking on Eddie's door looking wild-eyed and desperate and there's no dialogue, just them. And Eddie opens the door wider and steps back as Buck steps in and they just stand a breath's distance away, just staring at each other, and then Eddie closes the door and everything fades to black and *flings myself off a cliff*

Bonus: I call this the "Fever Dream" scenario because I dreamt it when I was, in fact, feverish and hallucinating after my second COVID vaccine:

Buck is out running an errand before going into work and ends up in a robbery situation where he obviously intervenes and ends up getting hurt. The episode would open with the 118 being unable to reach Buck and ragging on him, and the first call they respond to is, indeed, Buck on the verge of death. The rest of the episode would then show the sequence of events leading up to that moment and finish with Buck and Eddie in the back of the ambulance, and Buck just touches Eddie's face, or wraps his fist around the St. Christopher necklace hanging around Eddie's neck, and Eddie is Not Handling Things and then Buck flatlines in the back of the ambulance and jfjdsaldflja somebody stop me before I write a fic *flings myself off another cliff*

As you can see I haven't thought about this much at all. Also, you deserve a fucking award if you made it to the end of this.

I have buddie brainrot! They're actually ruining my life! I have lost control! I'm doing GREAT!!!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Swiggity-swaggity. I'm back with Percival De Rolo brainrot if you got the time of course. Percy met a noble childhood acquaintance who, began to reconnect with again and it became something more? <3

A/n: literally had to make up a name of noble reader’s home cuz idk. I know it’s shit but it’s all I got. Lol. Percy brain rot all the way!

The last place Percy would ever expect to see a familiar face from his past wouldn’t be within the aftermath of a rebellion uprising to freeing his home of Whitestone from the Briarwoods. Yet even through the countless injured and countless dead he would be able to pinpoint you out within seconds; After all your family and his used to have a strong relationship that whenever you came to visit Whitestone for meetings and council consultations, your parents would send you off to play with him and Cassandra through the duration of your stay where you’d either help his sister skip nobility duties in favour of goofing off through the halls as your laughter could be heard from the study room where Percy was attempting to get some work done.

That was the last time he saw you before the massacre, before his sisters’ supposed death and his torture at the hands of the Briarwoods and their croons. Life had blessed him greatly but then again he should’ve known even at an early age that nothing good lasts forever without eventually becoming dust; or maybe he did have his suspicions but perfected to live his life within an illusion if it meant keeping Archie and his family alive to see how far they’ve come. Then maybe the deal with Orthax would’ve never come to fruition and use his blood-thirst for vengeance against him for the demons own gain. While he has many regrets in life Percy couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief knowing that you were safe and alive after all this time, even more so when the news that your family had been murdered on their trip from Whitestone after a deal gone awry. The Briarwoods had taken so much from him for too long and if they had taken you from him he would’ve lost himself in the grief and depression. Needless to say being freed from Orthax and defeating the Briarwoods weren’t the only good moments in his life at that moment.

“Y/n? Is that you?” Everything within him told him to run to you but yet another part -despite it being minuscule- told him that his was an illusion made against his expense. His hand hovered over your shoulder in hesitation as though he could visualise it going through you like a ghost but when you looked at him with that wide, yet albeit tired, smile as you turned to look at him after discharging a injured rebel with a broken shoulder, bruised cheekbone and a fractured kneecap. You might’ve grown physically but all the traits and habits displayed since your youth were still integrated into your being with a few additions. You were always the stubborn, headstrong, takes no shit from anyone who claimed everything you’ve achieved was due to you being born a nobility type. If anything there has been countless nights where neither of you could sleep and would talk about how differently your lives would’ve been if neither of you were born of nobility. Those conversations were always his most cherished memories whenever he was faced with another sleepless night that left him and his bed soaked in sweat.

“Percival,” you reached out with the same hesitance before your hands made contact with his dirtied and bloodied face, watching as he practically melted within your hold as your thumbs tenderly caress the bags beneath his eyes, “life hasn’t been too kind to you as of late but now that the treacherous Briarwoods have been dealt with I assume you’re going to take over Whitestone as the rightful heir?” Percy’s eyes opened at your words, glancing elsewhere to where Grog, Vex, Vax, Keyleth, Pike and Scanlan were with a glimmer in his eyes that told you that plans had changed the last time you saw Percival. Your eyes glances over at the group with a smile as they celebrated their victory before noticing they were being watched and waved at the both of you in their own unique and characteristic ways that made their personalities evident. “I guess I miss understood, after all it has been a long while since we’ve last seen each other so I shouldn’t be surprised by any means.” Percy smiles at your understanding nature, placing his hands over yours and squeezed lightly, “I could say the same for you y/n, you’ve changed quite a lot, if I remember you could barely distinguish the difference between a dinner fork and a desert fork for the life of you.” He said cheekily, prompting you to groan, “don’t you fucking chaste me for not knowing the difference, it was really hard and I saw no point in remembering such useless tidbits if it’s not gonna benefit me later in life. I mean when the fuck is that going to be useful in any situation if it isn’t in a noble setting? None! So I shouldn’t need to remember which is which!”

It was nice to know that during your time apart your back and forth hasn’t changed all that much but you knew after all this he would go back to travelling with his friends whilst you were left to wander without a destination nor an idea of what to do next in your life. After the passing of your parents you’ve been nothing but lost in your own need for vengeance against the Briarwoods. You knew they killed them but when you went to someone about it they refused to believe such a lie that you denounced your title as heir of Wolfenstein in pursuit of revenge that when you heard word of a rebellion within the decaying city of Whitestone you knew you had to be of aid to them in taking back what was rightfully theirs by any means necessary considering you had stowed away some resources such as weapons from the armoury, food from the kitchen, water, clothing, medical supplies, anything that could be beneficial in the long run for the rebellion. Now that it was over you were back to feeling lost, what were you meant to do now when you had nowhere to return to considering how the citizens of Wolfenstein probably got told a lie by the council of how you abandoned them in pursuit of a false assumption. They wouldn’t welcome you back after that you were for certain of that. “So what’re your planes after this? Returning to Wolfenstein I presume?” Percy noticed the grim look in your eyes at the mention of your home, it was similar to how his were whenever someone brought up Whitestone, a reminder of the people he couldn’t save, so he could only imagine what was going on through your mind. He remembered when he heard news through some gossiping merchants that you had supposedly abandoned your home, he knew you’d never do such a thing without reason. After that news of your whereabouts were scarce; almost as though Wolfenstein were actively trying to erase any and all evidence of your existence.

“I’m not so sure Percival, after the loss of your parents and mine nothing but getting revenge, getting even with the Briarwoods has consumed my every thought, day, night, even within my dreams. Sparing no room for anything else until it was the only thing I was allowed to think about almost as though that any thought that didn’t pertain to spilling their blood was prohibited. I can’t go back home, I can’t stay here, I’m at a loss of what to do form here on out.” Percy furrowed his brows at your words then glancing at the rest of Vox Machina as an eventual idea appeared in the forefront of his mind that would be beneficial for his selfish need in keeping you close and your need of belonging somewhere but it wouldn’t work if neither party agreed. Slipping your hands from his face and into his own, squeezing them reassuringly, “stay here, I have something to consider but I need to console this with my friends over there,” he gestured to the luscious tree Grog, Vax, Vex, pike, Keyleth and Scanlan were stood under almost as though they were awaiting him. You smiled, “take your time, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” Percy smiled back before rushing over towards his friends with a request.

“You want your friend to join us?” Vex reiterated, crossing her arms over her chest as she glanced over at you and Cassandra, Vex has heard a lot about you from Percy on their journey here and could tell that Percy trusted you more then anything and viewed you highly and seeing firsthand at how hands on with the rebellion you were and how capable you were in a fight against the Briarwoods forces. You would definitely be a valuable member of Vox Machina, contributing your own set of skills to the group. “Yes, I wouldn’t have brought this idea to you all of i didn’t think it would be best for all of us. We could use all the help we can get and y/n is the help we need.” Percy vouched for you as his eyes scanned from one member to another, he knew that Grog, Keyleth, Pike and Scanlan would be all for another member but it was most Vax and Vex who were the most distrusting of outsiders and within reason. Even if he wouldn’t admit this even when confronted but he needed you with him more then he’d ever let on, it was selfish yes but he wouldn’t want it any other way if it meant keeping you safe and watching over you closely, almost protectively. Vax and Vex shared a look for a period of time as though searching for the others council before looking back at Percy, “they can join, after all we could use all the help we can get.” Vex said with a smile as Percy only thanked them before running back to you with a smile on his face.

“Then Percy almost tripped over a mouse-“ Cassandra stopped halfway in her story when she saw her brother coming your way with a smile upon his face and a brightness in his eyes that was contagious to make her smile, “looks like I must go for now as you have company y/n, we’ll catch up later.” As soon as she left Percy grabbed your hands in his own, causing you to laugh at his sudden brightness. “What’s gotten into you Percival, I’ve never seen you this happy expect for that one time we shoved mice into Cassandra’s bed that one time when we were kids.” Percy only chuckled at the memory before pressing a kiss to the back of your hands whilst maintaining eye contact, “they said yes to my proposal,” you tilted your head, “proposal? Of what kind?” Ah right he forgot to tell you in all his excitement of the prospect of having you along with him during his travels. “To join me and my friends on our journeys, they’ve already agreed to it but now I must ask you the same, so will you, y/n l/n join Vox Machina in our adventures across Emon?” You looked into his eyes for any indication that this could be a trick of the mind or a dream that you have yet to awaken from; yet you find none of these things and instead found home in his raw emotions that emitted from his eyes and felt the burning sensation of tears brimming your eyes as a smile stretched across your face that instead of using your voice you threw yourself into Percy’s arms, gripping his coat tightly as his came to the small of your back and the back of your head to keep you there as his head rested against your forehead, pressing a kiss there, “so I take that as a yes.”

You laughed, pulling always from him enough that your nose were touching and your lips barely brushing against one another temptingly,as you moved to press a kiss to his cheek then another one just on the corner of his mouth softly. “Yes, it’s a defiant yes.”

[crownshattered-arch]

|| YO so things did NOT go according to plan, since I ended up playing a new game pretty much all day XDD Also I've been totally brainrotting over Hunter from TOH lately (and no, I will NOT be adding him since I learned my lesson about adding muses from fandoms most of my mutuals aren't part of XDD) so. My mind has been occupied elsewhere~

BUT I'M GONNA WRITE TONIGHT~ Tomorrow will be a big study day, and Wednesday I have a midterm. Then I'm going to visit family for a little bit. Sooooo I'll be busy, unfortunately. I'll try to be around!!

It's hard to focus with my family around rather than at school/work like they usually are....they're just so much more interesting than any work I want to get done XDD