#brainrot oh god

[awanderingtortoise]

i really love how much jack and belle complement each other with how polar their strengths and weaknesses are. it goes so deep into the relationship but ill discuss two examples: for one, the learning styles. so belle's very theoretical/educated approach as to jack's experience-based and hands-on learning. jack is very much hands on, kinesthetic, and experiential in his learning. thats because of his circumstances, not just the fact that hes dyslexic and really struggles to learn text-wise, though thats a factor. life in london with fagin-- from the beginning he had to learn on his feet. thievery is very much a hands on learning thing. then he goes on TRANSFERRING those skills of quick thinking, adaptability and quick fingers when he is thrust all of a sudden into surgery and war in the navy. thats really proof of how intelligent he is, that speed of learning and transferring skills, though its not a 'traditional' kind of smart. his physical dexterity is very much echoed in his mental dexterity, an aspect i love in how his character was built.

BELLE, on the other hand, total opposite. she literally cant get experience; shes a woman, shes a governor's daughter expected to live and act like a proper woman. though her headstrong nature and the way she swings around her privilege like a flaming torch lets her get experience later, she spent most of her pre-show life learning from books because that was the only resource she had. she's educated, she's rich, and she's really really smart and really really determined, so she CAN and WILL learn.

another thing is their worldview. belle's very much visionary and idealistic, jack is a realist. theyre both limited by society (not EQUALLY, and not in the same way, but they are both limited by society), but they respond in opposite, and equally flawed but valid ways, and its literally only with each other that they are able to balance out that response to the world and be the best they can be. they learn from eachother: belle gets a crash course in the reality of abusive governance and empathy for the realities of the lower class, jack is able to open his eyes to how much he can initiate change on the global scale with his skill.

belle's upbringing makes it so she has the social power and desire to fight and advocate for herself, something evident from the moment she threatened jack in episode 1 (essentially 'teach me or go to jail, fucker'). now the morals of that im not going to get into, but its a kind of power jack never had. because poverty. hence his complacency to hospital standards he doesnt agree with, because while belle can afford to fuck around and find out, he could lose his job with a single misstep.

BUT BUT BUT, with her at his side; his experience plus her social status and her idealistic vision for the world, theyre able to do SO MUCH GOOD! for the world, for eachother. she pushes him and he balances her out and opens her eyes to reality. he doesnt shatter her idealism but shes exposed for the first time to the dark side of the system her father runs: why people steal, why its not as morally black and white as theyd like her to think. but they literally couldnt do any of this: the revolutionary surgeries, the personal development, without eachother.

they change each other, irreversibly, for the better. thats a powerful relationship.

[tojicide]

my girl wiener is so hard right now??? grew a tail and it’s wagging fast as hell??? i hear meowing and it’s not coming from my mouth??? the fic ideas are already swirling in my head… you’re gonna be SICK OF ME!!!

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[harmonysanreads]

Phainon seems like the kind of guy who'd willingly use a period cramps simulator, or whatever the magic powered equivalent is — not because he didn't believe that you're seriously in pain every month, no no. But because he wanted to better understand what you were going through. The effort proved fruitful as well, he who scarcely thinks of Math now calculates and tracks your cycles for you. When it inevitably arrives he's prepared with sanitary products, pillows, blankets, heating appliances, whatever food item(s) you take comfort in and does not leave you alone for the first three days at the very least.

[lunarribbons]

Dum dum this sucks

[spicymotte]

caught staring

[inkpool-clover]

I’m so normal about him

[yaoiconnoisseur]

Astarion in Arcane's art style? I think yes >:3

[xurktaztic]

forget september meme with HATEPARTY!! i love shrimpo x looey so muchh 📌🎈

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[river-flower58]

How I feel when remembering that the Byers will have to move in with the wheelers during st5. Which means without a doubt that will is gunna be in the basement.The place Mika took him in s2 in the Halloween ep. When he said "let's go home".and they go to his house INSTEAD. AGGHHH

Ik for a fact Mike is gunna be yapping wills ear off, And checking on him after any plot beats. Ik this mfer is gunna be lip staring him at breakfast and getting him extra food for him to eat. Like imagine Mike getting cleaned up by will in the bathroom at home. After Mike got like in a fight for him at school, And will just lectures him about it as he bandages him up.They are gunna see each other every day.

[evilkaeya]

skk au where they actually develop telepathy but it happens after Dazai leaves and during the four years they don't see each other. Chuuya is washing dishes one night and Dazai's voice pops up in his head. "I wonder what the slug is doing right now? Judging by the time maybe he's washing dishes." Chuuya goes still, mouth hung open and goes "yeah I am mackerel." He hears a "what the fuck" ten seconds later.

[zevrra]

—his needs

god, it had been too damn long.

his patience for this overdrawn stakeout was wearing thin, borderline close to snapping, as his hunger for you grew more and more. joel had gone far too long without you and while he sat, hiding inside some building for days, waiting and waiting for a signal to clear out, he damn near could’ve lost his mind. watching, waiting, begging for any sign of a replacement. for all he could think about was you as he peered through a window on this foggy morning.

could only think of your pretty smile and the soft twinkle in your eye when he would walk into a room. the love you had for him, when he didn’t deserve it. the sweet smell of your hair and skin. the taste of your lips on his while his hands grabbed your waist. kneading, gripping the thick of your thighs and ass, feeling you moan into his mouth.

fuuuuuck.

joel stares at the bulge in his pants. goddammit what was he? a teenager having his first wet dream? he groans at the feeling of his cock straining against his jeans, bites his bottom lip as he’s slowly untucking his shirt.

this was one of his worst ideas yet.

didn’t stop him from grabbing a handful of the front of his jeans, squeezing his stiff cock beneath. a hiss slipping through his teeth as he’s undoing his belt as fast as he can now. and god does he have to be fast with it. even if he were hidden in the corner of this little room he’s been stuck in for days, he needed to be quick.

he’s bunching his shirt up, shrugging down his jeans and boxers to his thighs, and grabbing ahold of his twitching cock. his hand smooths across his head with a groan, using any built up precum to wet the rest of his shaft. where he then fucks into his fist and fast. the image of you, on your knees, before him with your mouth wide open is burned into the back of his eyelids. his chest heaves with every quick stroke of his calloused hand. vision of you sucking his tip with those pretty eyes looking up at him forces him to bite his bottom lip.

joel throws his head back with a deep grunt. hips snapping quickly as he tightens his grip across his throbbing cock. your name tastes sweeter than sugar on his tongue as it falls from his lips in his feverish high while he plays out this little fantasy. just as he imagines your mouth wrapping around his entire cock, all the way to his base, giving him all he needs to finish. “fuck!” he barks as he comes. his orgasm crashing through him like a hot wave. forcing himself to hold back a needy whine as he ropes out every last ounce of his climax as he can.

and as he comes down from the heat of his orgasm, his brown eyes look at the mess he’s made in his hand. panting as he stares at the sticky, white smeared cum across his palm and fingers.

dammit. he needed to clean up and get back home to you. his hand wasn’t damn near enough.

[amourtoken]

cw for somno btw consent isn't mentioned but implied previously ofc. Maybe a daddy mention thrown in.

MAYBE Im thinking abt Quinn getting home late from a game and you being passed out in bed after trying your best to stay up for him but just not being able to manage it. He had so many plans for you once he got home but seeing you asleep throws a wrench in them. That's okay, he can still get what he needs, he just has to be a bit more gentle.

Thinking about waking up to Quinn's hands braced on either side of your head, holding his body above you while he thrusts into you. Your legs spread far enough to let him between and the oversized shirt you'd stolen from him earlier in the evening was pushed up your torso to show your tits bouncing in rhythm with his actions.

You'd thought the warmup to this was just a pleasant dream, the feel of him slapping his tip on your clit before sinking in and giving you a second to adjust so you wouldn't wake up right away. You're more than happy to find it's a reality but being woken up like this has your mind extra fuzzy, your body over sensitive to his touch. It feels like static is swarming under your skin and heat is settled in your tummy.

" 'm sorry baby- had to. You just looked too pretty, should let you steal my clothes more often"

"Feels good though, yeah? Doin' so good f'me babygirl- pretty lil pussy made to take me, you were soaked before I even touched you. Were you dreamin' about me?"

Weakly reaching up and sinking your nails into his forearms for some kind of leverage the closer you get, a soft flush covering your face and snaking down your neck to your chest from him running his mouth above you. He'd free up a hand to circle your clit, his fingers setting a slow rhythm to match his thrusts but it was more than enough to get your legs shaking. Sometimes it's better to take things slow, definitely proven when he angles his hips just enough to brush your cervix when he fills you up.

His thrusts are slow and so deep you swear you can feel him in your ribs. No words manage form properly in your brain, it's fine, he drinks up the sweet little noises flooding from your lips like water in a desert. You look so small under him and feel so fucking tight, this isn't what he had planned but god it's perfect anyway.

"God you're doin' so good baby- pretty lil fleshlight taking my cock like a good girl."

"Fuck- want me to cum inside? Wanna hear you say please, baby. Beg for it. You can do it, just wanna hear you beg daddy to fill you up in that pretty lil fucked out voice."

[thespacecaseace]

woe, submas ggg au be upon ye.

soooooo uh. there's a lot to say about this, me and my pal @artisticwizard have thought up a like entire dlc-like story line. boy separation, boys reunition, the pokemon popularity poll canonized (in a way), etc.

i have more sketches lined up (hopefully) so ill explain more in detail about the au later. for now i'll explain the premise/start of the au below.

In this AU, the twins have been slotted into the premise/plot of GGG as a pair of additional gods.

Ingo and Emmet are the twin gods of transportation: arrival and departure, the destination and the origin, etc. They run a shared two-way train through the towns of the Grove, from BuzzHuzz to the Grove Cove.

Their god room entrances are in the two engine cars located at the opposite sides of the train, yet they share a god space from ascending together.

Additionally, their engine cars can only move forwards; Ingo can only move towards the Spire while Emmet can only move towards the docks. They rely on one another to pull the train back and forth in tandem.

One day, a letter arrives from King that suggests though they've always move together, haven't they always wondered who's the better god between them? Who can pull the most weight, who can run the fastest, who is the most popular between the two? Clearly one of them has to be the best god of transportation.

Ingo and Emmet, who love competition and challenges, had already exhausted most physical comparisons (with most ending in a tie). Popularity is new territory though. Sounds fun, so why not?

Ingo and Emmet host a contest poll for who's everyone's favorite god between them (only between them, because they'd be grossly outpaced by other gods like Inspekta), which is kind of Splatoon Splatfest-like in festivity. The mood starts off great, and the Bizzyboys are a great help with decorating and hyping up the contest.

Maybe a little too good. Over the course of the event, some people start getting a little too hyper and competitive. The poll is now no longer fun for the weird groupies/chronically online sub groups, and they're quickly ruining everyone else's experience. Eventually it gets wayyy too serious. The twins fail to notice how bad it's getting.

Eventually Ingo is announced the winner. Both twins are happy with the results; it's Emmet's groupies who aren't. Harassment between groupies escalates to the point that one day, while the train is waiting to depart from BuzzHuzz's station, someone goes and decouples Ingo's engine car from the train cars.

When it's time to depart to the Grove Cove, the train, unknowingly, leaves him behind.

Now Ingo and Emmet are separated on the two furthest ends of their tracks, unable to reverse and reconnect their cars. They remain that way for what seems like an eternity...

...Until one day, a new Godpoke arrives.

[jade-of-mourning]

i miss them

[rad3oachwastes]

OK WOW I did this all today which is like a record for me I deserve like a uhhhhhhh popsicle for this. Anyways!!!!! Evil Shockdad AU has me like in a chokehold and I'm losing it. @pritong-baboy is the creator!!!!!!! Great au by the way it's like making my brain explode please help. If you read this first, this idea is NOT MINE!!!!!!!! I saw an ask on their profile talking about Shockwave presenting a PowerPoint and I said "oh that's AMAZING . PowerPoint heaven" (though this drawing deviates from the main plot of the ask, it's more joking) . I'm bad at analysis of stories and AUS SO I'm handing out a FREE HIGH FIVE!!! Also I'll post the ask under the cut.

Anyways, again, I LOVE THIS AU!!!!!! You have great writing and I love seeing it! Huzzah!

The original ask!