#can you guess my brainrot?

[forestmonturiol]

I may be too tired at this point-

But did my brain just got confused and read "HuaYin" instead of "HAVING"!?!?!?

I need to sleep. god damn XD

[moonferry]

there's like 3 stages of the stardew brain rot it's insane it's like

1. i'm going to play this game nonstop and do All the things

2. i'm going to hang out with my fav npcs, maybe look at some of their tags on tumblr and see what the fandom is up to!

and then

3. i literally haven't touched the actual game in days but i can't stop thinking about this npc & rotating them around in my mind like the plate in a microwave. it's like every time the timer beeps i go Hold on and see the food is still cold in the middle so back in it goes .

[ailius-suffers-through-art]

started binge playing the professor layton games and managed to make it to last specter so have some memo pad doods

[thecurtainswereblue]

I shall dream of it tonight, I find its words… almost seductive

[svtskneecaps]

also in terms of the bolas playlist it's fascinating to me that the songs added by each person have a slight tendency to represent a consistent aspect of bolas

like

the songs added by slime are their chaos

the songs added by philza are their rebellion

the songs added by cellbit are their rage

the songs added by baghera are their anguish

it's so fucking FASCINATING TO ME but i don't know enough music theory to elaborate lmfao this is Vibes Only

(mouse's songs i can't boil down to an easy noun which is why they aren't mentioned lmao anyway they go hard asf)

(also i went on the longest fucking unhinged elaboration in the tags lmfao i almost didn't have enough tags left to tag "long tags" at the end

(i could have even gone on longer in terms of where their characters were at entering purgatory [philza: cage for a cage; cellbit: fed worker murders; baghera: her past as a federation experiment; slime: turning into a code because of the code pretending to be his daughter] but i ran out of space and also time it's 4AM AAAAA)

[itisiives]

NGL, the fact that queer Tumblr's and queer Twitter's hatred of twinks is barely distinguishable from cishet men's hatred of queer femme men is... funny... in a nastily ironic way.

[averlym]

"so i thought, who needs him? i can give it a try"

[jessamine-rose]

*lovingly tackles Aine*

Read my Yandere! Pierro longfics first ♪( ´▽｀)

Last week, my beloved mutual @ainescribe surprised me with Savior! Darling fan art and AHAI9232@2-!/! CRYING SCREAMING I WANT TO LOOK AT THIS ART AND WORSHIP YOUR VERSION OF SAVIOR THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BLESSING ME WITH YOUR ART—

*clears throat* Anyway, now that I finally have the time to properly sit down and comment on the fan art, I’ll do just that. Feedback will be in the tags and it will be unhinged. Once again, thank you so much to Aine for drawing this <3

[toonagi]

learning to draw sonic characters for. reasons

they're so hard for me to draw their proportions are so different from how i draw anthros so i have to fight my own muscle memory ;-; this is my first somewhat successful attempt out of... a few (read: too many)

[fireboos99]

I literally do not have anything smart to say here, this drawing literally only happened because my siblings were telling me I should post my brainrot doodles on here, and my anxiety-ridden ass couldn't do it, and decided the only solution was to spend days (read: the entire latter end of April) working on a proper drawing because "if I'm going to post anything on tumblr, it better be a full-ass drawing"

[anticidic]

trick or treat!! 🎃

The witch's cauldron is abubbling, but no matter how you peer into its gooey depths, you make little out except for toxic waste staring back at you in all its neon glory. But you do not smell anything where you expected noxious fumes. Temptation gets the best of you and you reach in, farther and farther until your arm is buried in the pot and all you can think is how wet and cold it is. There is no pain. But then you feel something, and you yank your hand out to discover some sort of treat?! 👻

“The night gives cover to her messengers wherever the people go, sir. It’s not unusual to hear lots of screams in the middle of a night,” Dazai said as he pulled on the sleeve of his kimono. “Or a gunshot. There’s a few of those too, but they’re hard to make out over the loud music coming from the nearby clubs.”

Chuuya traced the rim of his wine glass with a finger, lost in thought. Condensation dripped down the side and to the table, a water ring forming around it. He strained to hear beyond the tea house walls but came away with little other than the sounds of their voices and soft vocals from down the hall in the common room where a worker danced on stage, heels quiet against polished wood. “I really insist that you just call me Chuuya,” he started, lifting his gaze to meet Dazai’s, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “If I have to pay you to call me by name instead of your uptight formalities, I will. Name your price.”

Dazai’s eyes widened, his mouth silently moving a few times before pressing them into a fine line. When he blinked, he averted his gaze to the nearby window, swishing around the champagne in his glass. Beyond the veil of a homely tea house that prioritized confidentiality and comfort of workers and clients alike, shadows outside passed them by—in pairs, in groups, but never alone. Laughter came and went. A bottle crashed to the floor somewhere in a trash-filled alley. Young adults stumbled out of basement clubs; middle-aged men leaned on one another for support.

Mostly, red lights colored Dazai’s face. Dark reds. Brilliant ones. Ruby-infused ocean waves. A walking danger with alarm bells ringing if Chuuya had ever seen one, but Dazai was another one of many who belonged to the night.

A muffled shout cut through their silence.

“Nonsense,” Dazai finally said and waved his free hand. A jingle and a sparkle caught under the low light, bracelet sliding up the length of his bandaged arm. “Sir. You are a very important person here, and it’s important to me that I treat you with the dignity and respect that you deserve. Money doesn’t change that. It won’t buy me your graces.”

“And your comfort doesn’t matter?” Chuuya shot back.

He saw it. He saw it all: the guarded way Dazai sat, curled in on himself, hands and metaphorical cards kept close to the chest. Every time his sleeve hiked up just barely past the wrist, he’d tug it down with a force that could tear the cloth, as if beyond annoyed, but angry that it had to be like this. Dazai would tuck a lock of hair behind his ear and undo it in the same beat. He’d clear his throat and look away for the fifth time that night since they went back to his room, staring at the wall behind Chuuya, staring off to the side where a lone framed photo sat on an empty dresser, then to the roaring nightlife outside.

Anywhere else.

“Kabukicho comforts me.” A pause. “I’m free to love this little stain on the country like no one has ever loved it, Chuuya-san.”

Whatever tiny victory Chuuya gained of that was crushed by the bitter look of someone staring back and deep, deep down wanting to be spirited away to some other place in time.

Anywhere but here.

ask box trick-or-treat (fic writer edition)

[andi-o-geyser]

Deanna Leimert has everything. powers of the gods. an angsty backstory. majority of the only braincells in any group she's in. an ex husband. a werewolf fuckbuddy. a gay best friend. the best hangover cure you've ever had. religious trauma. homecooking skills. the ability to butcher a goat. a medical degree. a dump truck ass. and an etsy shop

[kirider]

HEY PLEASE BE MINDFUL OF SPOILERS READ THE LIST FIRST!!! I know not everyone has spinoff brainrot like me lol

Anyways, this is technically a wip for an animatic? But I was like "hey it's just scenes from the show I can probably just stitch them together as reference" and I'm pretty proud of how this came put so into the main it goes ^^ Baby's first... AMV? Is it still called AMV if it's not anime?

Anyways my respect for people who do this was already high but now it skyrocketed, this is just 30 seconds and 4 scenes copy pasted together but they took all afternoon, I'm gonna go back to drawing animatics by hand instead

[glowstone23b]

Striders!! I've been trying to get a design down for them for a long time, and I think I may have found it!

Headcanons and design choices if you'd like to see them :)

Striders are somewhat avian in appearance, with pseudo-beaks and vestigial wings. Their feathers have become specialized over time to become more like sensory organs than anything else (like cat's whiskers), but they're also used to show emotions. Their long toes allow them to spread their weight across a larger surface area, which makes it easier for them to stay afloat in the less viscous areas of lava pools.

As for the little one, being covered in basalt is an issue especially prominent among overworked domestic individuals, as they're typically separated from their flock. Striders clean each other as a sort of bonding experience between mates or siblings, and keeping their legs clean keeps them from slowing down too much and sinking in to the lava beyond repair.

The egg shown is what's typical for a strider, and they usually only lay clutches of one. Similar to kiwi birds, they have a long incubation time and a larger size so the hatchlings come out nearly fully formed so they can leave the nest and be independent in about a week's time. Young striders tend to stick around their parents' territory for a year or so before leaving to find their own.

Also-- striders get very protective over their eggs when they're brooding! Any traveler in the Nether knows to steer clear of strider nests-- they pack quite a bite! Luckily, it's usually just angry displays at passersby rather than any physical injuries. Still, best to keep your distance...

[introspectivememories]

when we were young..... the most shuggy song ever

[tamymew]

here i am, back again, with random ass sketches that may or may not be older than a month (and draco and aela, ofc)