#go go gadget brainrot

[silenciostart]

《 INSPECTOR GADGET! 》

[luigisvampirebae]

Men who deserve snoot kisses

[mahounoaho]

Heather: Your niece is doing exceptionally well in my class! I think she has some real academic potential.

Gadget: Uh huh…*trying not to look down*

Tbh I don't really see a full-on relationship between these two…bUT MAN IS IT FUN TO DRAW THEM TOGETHER

[kerbubbles]

I have Combine All My Hyperfixations - Past Or Present - Disease so i present to u a sonic danganronpa AU that i will probably never do anything with

Ivo Robotnik - ultimate roboticist. Still wants to rule the world. Thinks the entire school is beneath him, just a means to get a leg up in the world and advance his plans of world domination. Has a soft spot for Stone obviously. Hated him at first just like he hates everyone else, but stone wormed his way into his heart when he remained adamant in sticking beside him despite his constant beration. He'll never admit this though, all he says aloud is that stone is useful to him.

Aban Stone - not entirely sure about his talent, maybe ultimate secret agent. Thinks similarly to robotnik -- the entire school is beneath him -- but is a lot less obvious about it. He puts on a facade and is pleasant with his classmates and teachers. The only person he doesn't put up a facade with is Robotnik -- he genuinely likes him and thinks if anyone should rule the world, it should be Ivo. Basically designates himself the Ultimate Henchman once he comes to the school and meets Ivo. Waits on him hand and foot. Their classmates think theyre absolutely fucking bizarre. 'Yeah they're that weird couple whose kink is like world domimation or something?'

[chuelectrico20]

Movie Tails appreciation post

Idk why I've been having Tails brainrot lately, especially movie Tails, so i wanted to put my thoughts out there about him mainly bc I think he's really underappreciated in his character compared to Sonic and Knuckles who have more animated personalities and Shadow who's well you know Shadow lol.

First off his introduction, already the basics he's a kid genius and admires Sonic greatly though in this iteration it's important to note he actually goes out of his way to find Sonic (see pre-quill comic for more info) so he already has a great deal of independence for himself. In this, though, while he can take care of himself in some ways, it comes from a necessity as he was outcast from his village, and in the novel, it's implied he was abandoned.

Likely being isolated for the majority of his life (hey, like Sonic!) he's kinda socially inept, like when he's explaining he was basically stalking Sonic for months (to be fair Sonic also did this with the Wachowski's), fanboying during the car escape with a confused Sonic, or when he tried telling Sonic everything will be ok when Tom got hit by Shadow. He's like the most mature out of the 3, but that doesn't mean he understands everything. He's only like 8 or younger, and he still needs guidance at the end of the day.

Add to that point, I just generally appreciate how they don't forget how Tails is the youngest. He got so happy seeing the live Chao show he was clapping along and everything that's just plain cute! His age is also easily recognizable in his character design, both because of his more stubby stature and bigger forehead. (I always go aww when he's on screen)

Back to his genius side, what's a Tails without gadgets and his gadgets also tell alot about him. Tails relies a lot on his gear, which makes sense, and, more importantly, his gadgets are his way of connecting with others to show them he's someone with something to offer. This comes back to his abandonment issues. He puts a lot of worth in them because without them, he doesn't feel like he's worth a lot, let alone friends or family. Even when he finally reached Sonic, he didn't think that Sonic would want him to come along. When he says lines like "Tails was just excited to be included." or goes along with the Team Sonic name and is the most adamant about being a team he's trying so hard not to be abandoned again.

And now I wanna highlight some moments i personally love

-he's the only one to put the down the Chao head without throwing it

-giving Unit a chance and wanting to keep him (using puppy eyes too lol)

-they let him pilot the GUN helicopter🥺

Okay that's it thanks for reading my ramblings to the end 💛

[fairlyabookie]

The things you do that got them heads over heels (part 5)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | last part!!

author's note: woohooo!! We have finally made it to the last part! I hope you all enjoyed this little compilation! I'd like to thank my recent brainrot for helping me write this much!!

Trey - baking w/ him

A sugary sweet aroma clings onto the both of you like a vice, films of powder dusting your noses as giggles flitter about in the kitchen. Strong hands, calloused yet gentle ones, cover yours, kneading away malleable dough, the muscles of Trey’s arms flexing at the right places. Just watching him felt scandalous, your ears burning up profoundly.

You asked him once upon a time if you could join him in his baking sessions - his personal time, as a means to spend more time with him. Sure, an innocent question, but one laced with intent; you had to know what was behind those delectable goods of his creation. To answer your question, he replies with a simple smile, a grin too wide to be considered cordial acceptance.

There you were, his broad frame hovering over yours, his warmth embracing you from behind. You fathom a grin from him, a tease at the ready when you falter from your kneading. Surely, Trey was distracting you terribly so, that he had moved to the next step: shaping the dough.

“Put some strength on it, [Reader]. You got this.” His voice drops to a sultry whisper, his breath brushing your ear. Heat rushes up to your cheeks, your thoughts melting to puddy when his hands cups on yours, the essence of vanilla not really helping with your rationale.

Cater- hanging out with him

Maybe you enchanted him - or maybe cursed him, to have him so memorized towards you. The way you latch onto him, guiding him to the very place he came across on MagiCam. His heart soars, taking flight to a sensation he wasn’t too familiar with. Exhilarated, he latches onto you, letting himself go to the whims of your adventures.

He may know the trendiest places out there, but letting you take the lead became an adventure. Selfies, pictures, and polaroids were a must - tangibles symbolizing your adventures together, places you went, and things you did, all encapsulated into one picture; tangible items Cater would surely cherish from the bottom of his heart. At the end of the day, he’d find himself looking back at the things he did, all with someone who he could call a friend.

In moments, Cater’s vanity was littered full of treasures, precious moments of smiles upon smiles, idle moments captured in a sweet second of bliss, where a social media post couldn’t seem to describe the magic of the moment. You truly enraptured him, his heart already yours the second you got him in a whirlwind of adventures.

“Cater, Cater! What do you think? Totally lives up to the hype, right?” You gesture to the space before him, a quaint café, a sight he had seen from a post on MagiCam. It was just as described in the video, except for you and your dazzling smile before him. Maybe it was the post prophesizing the hype, or you were bewitching him, but he had to absolutely agree.

Lilia - trip to memory lane

While memories came to him in fractals of glass in the depths of his mind, pictures were best to help jog his memories. Of course, gadgets count too - the years had passed him so quickly that everything seemed the same, technologically advanced or not.

You were a curious youth, looking through the pieces of his life with childlike naivety. From Sebek and Silver’s baby pictures to Malleus’ first tooth, you’d stumble these small moments and witness a teary-eyed Lilia watch you piece together what would be a tapestry of his family and his livelihood.

He’d not bat an eye when you stumble an age-old weapon, a relic he couldn’t recall keeping around for so long - and probably upcycled it for something. The fae would search through the banks of his memory of what was, but comes across some vague details, your befuddled expression matching his own.

“Lilia?” Your reflection peers over at the fae, his expression lost in thought somewhere. “Ah yes, my dear?” He draws a blank, retrieving the weapon from you. “All the things you have…. I can see that you treasure them so, Lilia..” “Fufu, indeed, my dear child, indeed. All of this to say that I live well and long enough to see everything..”

Leona - cuddle bug/naptime

Slumber was the one thing you craved after a long day of assignments and homework, your weary body aching for a moment’s rest. You seek shelter at a familiar face’s room, not bearing mind to your surroundings when you collapse on the bed and close your eyes.

When you come to, the scent of calendulas and rose buds drifts about, a profound warmth enveloping you. Warm breath tickles the back of your neck, sending heat up from your shoulders to your cheeks. A hand latches around your waist, holding you close but not too tight to the point of suffocation.

You glance behind, only to be met face-to-face with a slumbering Leona. Remnants of sleep linger on, your mind piecing together any memory of you coming across the third year. Alas, you barely had enough to register your thoughts when an emerald eye stares at you in quiet disapproval.

“Napping done already?” A lazy drawl rumbles from Leona, his eyes coalescing to a gorgeous shade of lush green. His gaze was watchful, picking up on any moment that may perturb his slumber - his tail wraps on your ankle, his possessive in full display. You dare not to provoke him further, facing him and his unnecessarily open neckline, itching closer to him as if seeking his warmth. A victorious smirk curls on his lips before he closes his eyes once more, you trapped in his clutches, returning to the realm of sleep once more.

[ablobwhowrites]

Ex villain y/n brainrot post but I got a little goofy.

Thinking of ex villain y/n on a patrol with red hood or Nightwing or something and they sneak off from the patrol to go and catch the sun rise on the tallest building they can get to as they jump from rooftop to rooftop of buildings (don’t worry they got some gadgets that help them climb up buildings and have safe landings) seeing the sky slowly light up as the sun rises as y/n knows they will have to be quick to catch a glimpse of the sun. Finally stopping on the last rooftop and seeing clouds part as the sun slowly rises feeling the warmth of the slow rising sun with the cold air as nightwing or red hood stood by them, enjoying the small moment of a peaceful morning with y/n. (Alfred is covering till y/n and Nightwing or red hood get back from patrol)

I also like to think that ex villain y/n sends like those somewhat eerie kind of texts to the bat family sometimes like:

Tim: "hey Jason, you know what y/n texting this means?"

Y/n's Text message: 'beware.'

Jason: "oh just means they are trying to look for you"

Tim: "why can't they text like a normal person?"

Ex villain y/n is heavily based off of jinx from arcane and does have hallucinations and that's how they mainly hallucinate that slade is after them or something like that. But they do try calm themselves down as they want a good life that isn't from being a villain, they don't want to have Slade win in what they where made to be. Also they have watched the show bluey about 150 times in the Wayne manor living room that Bruce gave y/n a TV in there room but now ends up hearing the bluey theme song blasting in the room.

Ex villain y/n when they get their hands on slade

[yoursweetwife]

hi i’m absolutely brain rottimg about dr ratio while trying to complete a lab report

just thinking about his partner complaining about statistics and about how they despise statistical analysis. they’ve got this report to do (i wonder where this idea is coming from…) and they’re dreading it

he notices them furrowing their brows as they input data into this analysis program, cursing under their breath.

“aeons, why is this so confusing…? the graphs they use… why can’t i tell if…” they’re mumbling under their breath, absolutely confused. they’ve actually been at it for a while, and ratio *hates* to admit that he’s beginning to miss their presence…

so he goes up and pries the laptop out of their hands, with a soft mumble of ‘you’re an idiot’ under his breath.

“i’ll help you out. it’s better than watching you fumble with the data like an idiot.” he says softly, but he really is too embarrassed to admit he would literally do their whole lab report for them if they asked him.

just thinking of soft fluffy dr ratio begrudgingly helping his partner suffer through their lab work. as a reward they smother him in kisses and he hates to admit he enjoys seeing them so happy and thankful…

GET HIM OUT OF MY BRAIN!!! IM BRAINROTTING!! I WANT HIM DEAD /J

Sorry, it took me a long time to respond to your request. Since you didn't specify gender, I decided to take a female reader

synopsis: [name] was tired and Ratio decided to help his lover

frmale!reader

Sitting on the flock sofa, Ratio looked up from his book from time to time to look at his watch. From the outside it may seem that he is completely calm, but inside the scientist was trying to overcome his own anxiety. Only the rapid tapping of his fingers on the pages of the book betrayed his irritation.

Ratio ran his hand through his disheveled hair and sighed irritably. How long he's been sitting here? Ever since you told him to go to bed alone because you had a lab report to fill out, and Ratio knew how much you hated that, but you hated asking him for help even more. And no matter how much Veritas respected you for this, your absence began to bother him.

And Ratio hates this feeling, now even being alone in the room seems like some kind of torture, he’s used to your more physical displays of affection, cuddling against his side, resting your head on his shoulder..

Quiet rustling noises made Ratio glance displeasedly towards the kitchen. He put the book on the coffee table and headed into the next room, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Already at the door frame, his golden eyes met your tired figure. He could hear you irritably whispering curses under your breath while writing something down, and Ratio began to fear that you were about to cry, seeing your completely confused face and futile attempts to fill out the table.

You didn't even notice his bulky figure standing right in front of you, and his worried expression never reached your eyes. For a couple of seconds, he had the urge to throw the ill-fated laptop out the window.

"Oh, I don't understand...what.."

Here again, Ratio rubbed the bridge of his nose, and with light steps walked straight to the table, before you even had time to come to your senses, as the gadget slammed shut in front of your face, making you flinch.

Veritas stands at the side of the table, keeping his hand on the computer and staring irritably straight into your tired eyes. His whole body was tense, as evidenced by the bulging veins on his strong arms and twitching muscles, you almost thought that he was going to scold you for your idiocy, as if you were one of his students.

"Veritas, what are you doing?"

He interrupted your question and leaned closer to your face, and you involuntarily held your breath, avoiding his assessing gaze and waiting for the next words.

“Idiot, how long are you going to rack your brain over such basic things? If you continue to stare mindlessly at the screen, knowledge will not appear in your head automatically.”

Ratio crossed his arms over his chest and looked at you expectantly. You laughed awkwardly and leaned back in your chair, relaxing for the first time in hours.

“What else could I do but stare mindlessly?”

You decided to joke to diffuse the tension. But your lover seemed to take it seriously and pointed to himself proudly.

"For example, asking me for help."

The look of surprise your face did not go unnoticed, but almost immediately it was replaced by a slight smile. Ratio's face relaxed a little, and his cheeks turned a light crimson shade.He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.

"I'll help you. It's better than watching you fiddle with data like an idiot."

In just a second he was sitting next to you, opening laptop to see what he had to work with. For aeons, he wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible and be in a soft bed with you in his arms.

You silently watched Veritas’s actions, listening to his explanations, but your thoughts constantly went somewhere else. Contrary to popular belief, Ratio is quite a cute lover, especially in the mornings when he is too sleepy to try to act cool and confident. And his attempts to hide his need for you are adorable.

Soon the work was almost finished, and you even learned something during this time and helped Veritas, for which you received a dry “not bad,” but pride was visible in his eyes.

You couldn't help but yawn, causing tears to form in your eyes. Your lover shook his head softly. His sweet troubled woman.

"Time for bed, you look like you might faint from exhaustion."

“Thank you, Veritas, now I’ll clean everything up and we’ll go...”

Just as you reached for the mess on the table, Veritas stopped your hand, gently grabbing your wrist, and looked at you sternly.

"I'm pretty sure it can wait until tomorrow."

"But..."

With his free hand, Veritas lifted your chin while the other rested on your waist.

"No "but", we're going to the room now and you won't get out of bed until the next morning."

Ratio said, draw out each word. A deep blush filled your cheeks, for the first time Veritas looked so...needy, and he also seemed surprised by his own words.

Veritas let go of you almost immediately and turned away, trying to hide his red face, but you prevented him by grabbing both of his hands.

“It seems like I never thanked you for your help, does it?”

Your soft hands came to rest on his face, pulling him closer to place a light but passionate kiss on his lips. And Veritas wasted no time in deepening the kiss, leaning into your soothing touch.

If you always thank him like that, then he is ready to fill out thousands of such reports.

You soon broke contact and a few more quick kisses landed on his cheeks, forehead and nose, causing him to protest, but despite the outward hostility, Veritas clearly wanted more, and you were going to give it to him.

[b1rds3ye]

Hi! Hello! I'm not sure if I can make a request, but if I can here's my request!

Can you do an LED mask reader who has a workshop underneath the base that the 141 doesn't know about (except Price, he approved it he just didn't tell the others, he didn't tell Shepherd too)

And when someone breaks something (like a gadget) they tell them to come to their workshop so they can fix it

It's okay if you don't do this! I just really like the idea :)

YES YES YES PLS THIS IS SO CUTE!! (Also PLEASE don't be afraid to invade my askbox, it's always open for brainrot, requests and the such~) Unfortunately I couldn't really incorporate the mask into this, just reader being a lil gremlin I hope that's okay 😭

The base has bunkers in case of an emergency and evacuation, but there are some passages and dead-ends that have become completely neglected. Price doesn't know how the hell you caught wind of those abandoned rooms but with his authority combined with Laswell's, they manage to allocate a space for you without the knowledge of any stuffy generals like Shepherd.

While it takes some months until anyone else in the 141 is invited to your underground workshop, they do know something is up. One minute you're around and then the next you've disappeared and unreachable (the first few weeks when you cleaned up the bunkers there was absolutely no signal underground). However they had enough faith in you and Price's lack of concern was signal enough to calm down.

It was only when Soap had come back from a mission, he could only groan in despair at his battered hardware. He's normally a clean demolitions expert, but a mission going south quicker than he could blink meant that his typical tools had succumbed to the explosions he set off. Unable to say no to Johnny's pout as he looked around at everyone like a kicked puppy, you eventually give him a reassuring pat on the back.

"See me downstairs, I'll fix it."

... what?

Johnny - as well as Gaz and Ghost who watched the exchange - just stare at you silently as you walk away. Downstairs? You mean the run down evacuation tunnels that are so run down and poorly maintained they're probably more of a death trap than whatever could be up above? But sure enough, you walk in the direction to one of the known entrances to the bunkers and they hastily chase after you (Price also following a little behind because he just knows this is going to be entertaining).

When they find you downstairs, even Price is in awe of what you've done with the place. It's filled with various forms of high-end tech. An impressive blend of both software running automatically on clean screens and gritty hardware that's sprawled across various workbenches and occasionally forgotten on the ground. There's only a singular hanging light at the center of the ceiling, but with a fresh bulb and the ambient light of all your other technology, the place is lit more than enough.

"Bloody hell..." Kyle pulls away from the rest of the 141 and joins you, his eyes following the curves and dips of a nearby piece of machinery he has never seen before but the general shape has him half convinced it's a bloody bomb.

"Like what you see?" You turn to the rest of the task force. You can't stop yourself from straightening your back in pride as the boys were clearly in awe of your handiwork.

"You were hiding this from us?" Simon asks. His voice always has a bite but you could tell that he was just stupefied, his question not just directed to you as he shoots a look to Price who stifles a smug smirk.

"We had some spare space," Price explains. "Thought it could use the renovation."

"Renovation? You rebuilt this from the ground up," Johnny exclaims, taking in the room as if it was a hidden hoard of treasures.

"Say, you'd let us pay you a visit down here, yeah?" Kyle turns back to you, eyes gleaming. The rest of the task force join in their own way. Johnny's nodding enthusiastically, John cocks an eyebrow at you, and even Simon tilts his head in curiosity, waiting for your next words.

"Hm..." you look away, bringing a finger to your chin and tapping it in contemplation. Eventually you let out a huff as you snatch Johnny's broken gear from his hands and start shooing them out. "I'll have to think about it. I'll get back to you in five to seven business days."

Johnny starts animatedly protesting but lets himself be pushed by you out of the door. Kyle laughs while Price hushes them all. Below all the commotion was an underlying understanding and agreement. You don't even need to say it aloud but they'll all certainly be crashing at your underground workshop and they were more than welcome to. In truth, as much as you loved having your private workshop, the only thing that could make it better was entrusting it with the dearest people in your lives.

Call of Duty Masterlist

[calcifiedunderland]

What We Brew in the Dark

or, Encounters of a Disney-Aware Prefect, ft. Epel Felmier

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (here), Part 4

GN reader, they/them!

Warnings: none I think? Some claustrophobia and descriptions of the dark

Enjoy the brainrot, thanks for reading!!

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That first week, when Epel was sorted into Pomefiore, was more hellish than when the apple trees back home were infested with an apple-eating pest.

And that was saying something.

Sometime after the first night, when Vil was still on his haughty-gaudy throne, Epel had been so fed up that he challenged his housewarden to a physical fight. At the time he thought that the prissy fancy-schmancy actor wouldn’t be much of a fight, but Epel had gotten his ass utterly handed to him while Vil’s stupid smug face taunted him. That night, sore and still smoldering from the anger, Epel had wandered around the dorm to clear his head, grumbling curses under his breath that his grandmother would’ve boxed him over the head for.

At some point, he’d looked up and realized he’d gotten lost in his own dorm. That was before he nearly fell down a spiraling staircase that lead down, down, down into the dark.

His curiosity had gotten the better of him, and so he’d flicked on his phone’s flashlight and inched down slowly. Torches lined the walls, and judging by how the wood was slightly damp and moldy, they hadn’t been lit for quite some time. Epel flinched as mice scampered, but thankfully the staircase wasn’t too long. In front of him stood a rounded door framed with stones, and from the looks of it, it hadn’t been renovated with the rest of the castle over the years.

Still, he was curious, and it wasn’t like he wanted to go back to his dorm and run into anyone, especially Vil. And he was already this far, anyway. Meemaw didn’t raise a coward. So, Epel gave the door a sturdy shove, and it swung open with a loud, reverberating creeeeaaaak. The door opened to a small, cramped room stuffed with potion supplies that were now disintegrated beyond recognition. Flasks and looping glass potion-making gadgets sat on the work table. A skull stared back at him from the bookshelf.

Clothes and broken glass were strewn on the floor as if someone had left in a hurry and knocked over several items. Several undoubtedly expensive, and dangerous items. He pointed the phone’s light around the room, feeling more and more creeped out by the second.

A large sturdy black cauldron sat in the center, the heavy-duty kind that only professionals like Crewel used for specialty potions. Whoever used them last was clearly a serious potioneer. Rotted apples were spilled around the base, and Epel could faintly make out the dead carcass of a black bird on the floor. But what the hell was that dark greenish sludge sloshed on the floor by the cauldron, that seemed to glint and swirl ominously even in the phone’s dim light? And why was there a hideaway potion room in that huge castle in the first place?

He could feel his heartbeat in his throat and his limbs go rigid. By the sevens, what the hell was this place?

He’d seen enough. He didn’t dare go into the room. Turning on his heel, he marched himself up the spiral staircase, through the doors, and didn’t stop until he reached his dorm room. Not even caring that it was far past curfew and Rook, who was somehow aware of everything even while asleep, probably sensed him darting past his door.

As he tried to fall asleep and shove that strange basement out of his mind, his mind drifted. Meemaw was right, don’t go stickin’ yer nose about if ya don’t want it to be cut off.

—

This time, instead of gazing into a talking mirror or singing at a well or being stalked in a forest, you were dreaming of darkness.

A deep, pitch-black ominous darkness where dark thoughts spiraled and evil came to fruition. A dark where a black-cloaked old woman cackled gleefully in a dark hall with a covered basket. Was that apple you smelled? It reminded you of the sledathon in Harveston. That was nice, you wanted to go back to that. You’d have to ask Epel—

PREFECT!!! Where r u

Twisted wonderland to (y/n) can u hurry plz

before vil throws me out of the lab

no apple juice for u >:(

WILL YOU HURRY TF UP ISTG

By the third buzz you’d fully awoken from your nap as Epel continued to spam you. Then you shot up, catapulting a sleeping Grim off your lap, and grabbed your alchemy things.

“Nya— HENCHHUMAN!” Grim rubbed his side as you stuff your alchemy notes in your bag.

“Sorry! Be good Grim!” You called before racing out the door.

You reached the Pomefiore alchemy labs in record time, puffing. Epel looked over at you apathetically while stirring the cauldron. “Took ya long enough, I started without ya since we gotta brew this for two hours. Yer’ welcome.”

You huffed and opened your notes. “Okay, so you’re on step three, now we add…”

After some time, you two were finally able to let the cauldron simmer. “‘S gonna be about an hour ‘til it’s done,” Epel said. “Crewel’s class is gonna wreck me,” you groaned and flopped into a chair. “Seriously, without Rook helping me, I would’ve failed that last report. We need to do good on this one.”

“I hear ya,” Epel sighed, then frowned at you. “But couldja not be late next time? Vil kept hoverin’ over me like a hawk when he saw me alone. You’d’ve thought I’d’h’ve wrecked the whole damn lab,” he huffed.

“Look, I’m sorry,” you sighed, “I’ve been having these weird dreams and I’m just exhausted. I’ll help you though, as best I can.”

Epel looked at you curiously, and you elaborated “this time, I was in this weird room with a cauldron and potion stuff. And there was some old lady laughing and holding apples too,” you shrugged, nonchalant as if you haven’t had alarming encounters with objects ever since you dreamed the Fairest Queen. Or any of the Seven, at that. “I don’t know. I’ve been having deja vu lately.”

Epel frowned. “I know y’told Deuce and Ace about yer weird dreams, but that kinda sounds like somethin’ I stumbled across the first week here.”

Unwillingly, a chill went down your spine. What are the odds? “What.” Epel nodded, eyes wide. “Looked real spooky, too. Had bars over the windows ‘n everything.” You remembered green lightning flashing in your dream, through the barred windows.

Epel took your shock as a challenge, “what, y’don’t believe me?” He stood and crossed his arms, eyebrows drawn. “I c’n take y’there now!”

You swallowed, feeling dread settling in your stomach. “I… yeah, sure Ep.” With that, the two of you set of, leaving the cauldron gurgling gently as you left the safety of the lab.

As you walked, you thought back to your dream, straining to remember the details. Okay, it was dark, but Pomefiore is all windows and natural light. In your dream, the room had cobblestones and fire-lit lamps. Still, Epel lead you deeper and deeper into the dorm, and as the gilded glamour of Pomefiore melted into weathered gray stone walls, dread pooled in your stomach.

Any hope you had that your dream was a coincidence melted when Epel swung open a door that lead to pitch-black darkness. Immediately your mind flashed to your dream. A dark figure rushing down the stairs, cloak billowing out behind her—

“Prefect? Ya good?” Epel turned to you concernedly, “if ya don’t wanna go, y’don’t hafta. Creeped me out, too.” Any annoyance he had when you’d ‘doubted’ him melted away. “Y’don’t have to. Promise.”

You shook your head quickly, “no, I… I’m fine. Lets go.”

Epel switched on his phone’s flashlight, “alright. Watch yer step. There’s—“ “Stairs?” You finished for him. His eyes widened, but he nodded.

You both carefully stepped down. Somewhere you could hear the echoes water dripping, and the chill in the dark seeped in with your impending apprehension. Before you, Epel’s uniform blazer fluttered and he held his phone aloft. For an instant, in your minds eye, it looked like the Fairest Queen’s cloak, and the shine of the phone like her tall, pointed crown

You both stepped in front of a wooden door that was cracked open. “Opened it when I first came here.” Epel shoved his shoulder into it and hefted it open with a loud creeeaaaak. The room was washed in his phone’s light. “See, toldja.”

Your breath hitched. You brushed past Epel, who tried to stop you, as if in a haze. In your minds eye played your dream from earlier, the one you’d tried so hard to remember but couldn’t before. Until now.

Your feet took you to a shelf lined with books, and where your hand stopped was a gap in the books. You looked down instinctively but saw nothing on the workspace in front of you.

“(Y/n)…?” Epel walked cautiously to you, gingerly putting his hand on your shoulder. You shut your eyes tightly, saying absently, “just let me…”

You opened your eyes and walked over to the cauldron. You peered into it, seeing the remnants of the last potion ever brewed in it. Your shoes crushed down rotting apples, the pungent smell curling into your nose.

She stormed into the room, slamming the ornate Hunter’s box down. She spoke to herself, but what she said didn’t matter to you as she brushed her fingers over a book she plucked from the shelf. She opened to a page, reading aloud—

“Poison apple,” you said aloud, straightening as if you’d been struck by lightning. “Sleeping death. And…” Peddler’s Disguise.

Epel looked at you curiously. “…Yeah, that’s what it looks like,” he looked into the cauldron. “Goin’ by the look n’ smell, looks like sleepin’ draught poison. ‘N there’s apples everywhere.” He nudged one sadly, “what a waste.”

“No, it’s… that’s what she made in my dream. The Queen. And then…” you glanced at the broken glass on the floor. “She… made a potion to make herself look old.” You came to a chilling conclusion as you remembered your dream from a week ago. She looked at a girl with a blue and yellow dress with such hatred. “She was going to poison someone. A girl.”

Epel rocked back on his heels, and had no idea what to say. “Well… she was the fairest in the land. It’s no wonder that she’d have enemies.”

Going by your dream, you didn’t know if Epel meant the Queen or the girl.

You frowned, confused, but before you could say anything, your phone’s timer went off. Epel’s eyes widened, and you both yelled, “THE POTION!”

Abandoning the room, the two of you raced up the steps and through the halls, until you barreled into the labs again. Thankfully, the potion was still in good condition, and you were able to bottle it for tomorrow’s alchemy class.

As you and Epel began to unwind after your initial panic, your mind drifted back to the room and your dream.

This couldn’t be a coincidence. Everything you’d encountered lately, from overblots to dreams to premonition dazes, couldn’t have been mere happenstance. And Epel finding that room, the exact room, in your dream mere months ago?

It was time you took measures into your own hands.

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These chapters are getting longer and longer each time, I don’t want them to run too long but here’s the third part!

Next up is a Neige chapt I thought of at 3am. I want to do the other dorms too, lmk if there’s anyone you’d like to see :D

Ngl I didn’t think this would be as popular as it is, but I’m really happy that you all seem to like it!! Hopefully next part will be up soon, thanks for reading this far <3 I appreciate it literally so much

[maxisanangrywell]

too many cod brainrot ideas. i will let anyone write this if it inspires them just give me credit for the idea please :)

what if ghost never met soap properly. like, he only knew soap as a marine who got shot in one of the 141's missions. like, soap is so forgettable, because they never interacted before, that he totally forgets who soap is, his name everything. when soap dies, he supports price, but him and gaz never really knew soap, so they just kinda forget about the guy after a while. unbeknownst to him, Simon's family and soap protect ghost from any outside harm while hes alive. ghost, ofc, cant see them but reeeaaallly weird things continuously happen.

(ex. he gets shot, and the bullet, although high powered, stops right before the femoral artery, when it should have went right through, and possibly shattered the bone. he would have bled out in less than 12 minutes, but somehow he's still alive. or, like that one time him, price and gaz were in a car {price driving, gas being in the passenger and ghost being in the back} on the way to a pub for a little drink and some food, when they get hit by a drunk driver. the driver hit on Simon's side, and he was going fast enough that the car warped and by all accounts SIMON SHOULD BE DEAD.... but he isnt.)

its miraculous, and the 141 slowly start wondering how ghosts luck went from shit, to all of a sudden really good? the 141 start trying to experiment with ghost gadgets, and they discover Simon's family and this marine hes NEVER HEARD OF is protecting him.

[axelberry]

Greetings! I would like to ask-

Please list some of your favorite Wordgirl fan-fictions / fan-projects (feel free to infodump about them as well >:3) AND / OR give us some of your Wordgirl headcanons!

HEHEEHEHE I WOULD LOVE TO ANSWER

Fan projects:

DEFINITELY wordgirl rewrired

Fanfics:

“Saving Tobey” & “it’s time to go home” by Night_N_Gail

“The doctor is in” by otempora16 on A03

Headcanons:

Becky fucking hates golf because she can’t manage to hit the ball gently enough

Tobey is going to therapy

Becky and Tobey play Minecraft together and Tobey makes super complex redstone mechanisms in the first 20 minutes

Tobey after being confirmed Becky is wordgirl starts calling her “wordgirl” when she’s Becky and “Becky” when she’s wordgirl

Mr big invests too much money on height advancing gadgets

Steven boxleither likes pineapple on pizza

Steven boxleither saw wordgirl as a daughter

Whenever Dr two brains wakes up he comments on how much his head hurts “oh god I feel like I just got hit with 20 monster trucks”

Two brains is often mistaken for a high schooler by school bus drivers and he has to constantly explain he’s a grown man

Less of a headcanon but more of a belief, besides Sally and tim botsford and mrs. McCallister I refuse to believe the rest of the cast isn’t some sort of fruity

Dr two brains WILL over power the mouse brain eventually (Plewse Plewse please)

Steven boxleither has bright blue eyes that stared into your soul

Tobey, Becky, dr two brains are all autistic

Tobey is a Demi boy, straight?(he hasn’t ever developed feelings for anyone other then wordgirl)

Becky is biromatic!

Dr two brains is either bisexual or Pan or gay I haven’t decided, he’s also a transgender man because I said so

Chuck and dr two brains are so together or at least dated once.

Before Steven became dr two brains he was with Amazo guy (thank @djsadbean for this headcanon I adopted)

Becky as she gets older gets stronger, a bit too strong and also finally learns the art of lying

Tobey is often bullied online as he kinda deserves (this is credited to my friend who kept play bullying me while I had a Tobey Minecraft skin on)

Tobey really really like golf and made a wordgirl themed golf course

Tobey likes to use BRAINROT to piss off Becky “oh Becky botsford wouldn’t you agree that I’m the most sigma alpha skibib male you’ve ever laid eyes on?”

Miss power killed amazo guy.

[luigisvampirebae]

[whiteboardslugcats]

Basic beast + A Grimm hollow knight (go go gadget two brainrots)

[some-melon]

Some Old Art of Gadget I Found

Going thru some old post and files, when i came across old art i made of gadget LOOL

Found this in my old 3ds files. sadly idk when i made this due to my sd going RAW and when i recovered my files they got redated to when they were recovered, but ik i made this when i was 15, maybe around dec 2019 all the way to april 2020

These two i found on my personal insta- they were posted in march 2020 when i was 15 LOLOL second one he looks so judgmental i wish i could remember the context....

Hope i can find more, i just need to get my old art out of my dads place, i left my boxes of old sketchbooks there bru

gadget brainrot lasts forever

[thunderberryz]

obligatory valentunes oc ask, with a bit of a twist! for any OC you might want to talk about, note their closest relationships (romantic, platonic, familial, whatever) and assign each a number. roll a dice (any dice will do; the mighty dice app or an online randomizer if this is easier!). whatever result you get, share something about that OC's relationship with the other character that you might not have gotten to talk about yet! doesn't have to be about valentines specifically, just. anything about their relationship, how they interact, their dynamic--whatever you like to share when it comes to a valuable person in their life.

(i.e. for cassia, i might write 1-oliver, 2-esme, 3-don, 4-leo, 5-mikey, 6-raph, and roll a 6 sided dice. i roll a 6, so i share something about cassia and raph's relationship!)

Finally, an excuse to use some dice I got back last summer and have yet to use for literally anything.

Since my OC brainrot has been waaaay too focused on Cecilia for the last couple of months, I decided to go back to my girl Iseult. The potential relationships I picked for her

1 - Shouma

2 - Yuuto, Seiji, and Aki (they're a pack)

3 - Donatello

4 - Michelangelo

5 - Mona Lisa

6 - Diarmuid

Aaaaaand... it's number 3. Guess the dice gods decided we needed to go all in for Valentine's day, lmao

So, the two clicked with each other pretty quickly due to both being brainy types; while Iseult's areas of specialty are botany, mycology, and musicology, she's able to keep up in conversations with Don by virtue of coming from an advanced alien species whose technology is centuries ahead of our own. They pretty much end up spending hours discussing things from computing to energy systems, and Iseult even lets Don tinker with some of the gadgets she has on hand so he can learn how they work and apply them to his own inventions. Of course, Don indulges in her interests in well, getting her many books on cultivating fruits, flowers, trees, mushrooms and even helping her set up a hydroponics garden in her hideout (she lives in a basement beneath an abandoned warehouse.)

But more importantly, they're both pretty gentle souls at heart. Iseult has seen... a lot traveling the universe with her adoptive family and by the time she met the turtles, she had almost lost her ability to even trust in others. Coming to Earth to pursue the man responsible for the deaths of her family was probably the best thing to happen to her because she got to spend more time with Don--he single-handedly restored her faith in other people and helped remind her that, for all the evil she has witnessed, there is still much good being done in the smallest of places. They end up talking a lot about the things they want to do, their dreams, all the possible paths to the future, and just a mutual want for a more peaceful, kinder universe, even if that is something seemingly impossible to achieve in their lifetimes.

Besides that, though, they are just such dorks. Naturally, Iseult puts everything into learning about Earth, it's history, culture--and Don is asking so, so many questions about Ioran Domain and what things are like there. ("I'm sorry, the average household has SEVEN TO TWELVE CHILDREN?") Honestly, my favorite mental image is them going to the Natural History Museum in their disguises and Don spending so much time infodumping about dinosaurs while Iseult listens intently. You can practically hear Michelangelo yelling "NERRRRRRRRRDS" in the background, haha