#new type of brainrot unlocked!

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

this may sound very common but I would like think of her take a look around mr. fell bookshop while she is having hot coco in angel mug (: maybe they would talk about books, fashion, aesthetics, foods etc. or perhaps practice some magic tricks? and I'm sure they joke about not being 'more than just a human' when they are suprised by other ability in tricks (;

(ngl I thought she and crowley can have conversation over some random topics (and how broken the system and they can't fit in and they don't want to) till they end up drinking on who got more heartbreak =))

Ohhhh I really like your thinking in her visiting the bookshop. Both her and Aziraphale know how to build a safe space for themselves and their trusted ones to retreat to, as do they have a taste for the sweet things in life. I like this A LOT!

Also I can see her and Crowley drunkenly rant about the broken system ... -oh shit did you just unlock a crossover I really like! One might even go as far as to say... Crowley joins the sisterhood of dada. I AM UNWELL. WHAT A THOUGHT.

...Dada Crowley. Good Patrol AU. what would Aziraphale be in that world? He might not be unlike early Laura I guess, no intention to fight in any war but still working for the system. (Though Crowley would also be a good fit for Laura's kind of position, where he protects people like Aziraphale because he knows better than anyone how the system burns people.) Maybe something like Aziraphale being in Laura's position, but in this story Crowley and the sisterhood manage to pull Aziraphale out of it and win against the system.

AND equally, Doom Omens in which I'd put Shelley and Laura in the roles of Crowley and Aziraphale. Again that could kind of go either way with who is the angel and who is the demon. I see Laura more as being rejected by the system but still trying to hold on to the system, and Shelley as rejecting the system outright and saying fuck it so that would fit Crowley better, but they could both be the fallen one. Which is rather the point with Crowley and Aziraphale anyway.

Anyway that kind of got away from me but to get back to your initial ask about crossovers and not AU's: YES. Shelley meeting Aziraphale and Crowley. ABSOLUTELY.

[aihoshiino]

Professor of Hoshino Aiology, I once again need thy headcanons, this time for miss streamer Ai!!! Do you think she'd be more of a Just Chatting type of cozy streamer or perhaps one that plays games? Maybe some other types of streams too…and the superchats thrown her way!!! 45510 has unlocked my brain for this AU where Ai potentially did more streams as an idol (and as a Hololive fan, this gave me brainrot)

The timing of this ask is so funny bc this has always been in my head as something Ai would pursue after B-Komachi in an 'Ai Lives' AU, but it's been particularly on my brain this week for (shifty eyes) reasons………….. so my headcanons in this regard are more freshly baked than usual…!!!

(also sorry in advance if any of this stuff is Off in regards to streamer culture, my genre of neurodivergence means it's hard for me to follow streams so this is all secondhand info LMAO)

BUT YEAH, like you said, since they mentioned the streaming in 45510 it's always been in my head as something Ai would do more of in a post B-Komachi world. Since at that point she'd be selling herself as a brand as opposed to a part of the group, I can see her getting into very carefully curated lifestyle vlogging and general influencer stuff. It's fun to imagine her with a YouTube channel like the new B-Komachi has where between music and other stuff, she uploads like, get ready with me/makeup tutorial vids, Q&As… uh, whatever else celebs put on their youtube channels, I mostly just follow Vocaloid producers and ASMR channels…

Actually now I'm saying all this, I realize that Ai being an online influencer could be an easy in for getting Memcho into new B-Komachi in an Ai Lives AU… they do a collab video for their channels and while they're talking about stuff, Mem casually mentions wanting to be an idol and Ai goes all eyesemoji about it…………..

AS FOR ACTUAL STREAMS THO… based on what's in 45510 and what Takahashi says about Ai's appeal an an idol being that she's nonchalant and easygoing, I think she'd do a lot of just, casual chatting hangout streams where she answers questions from the chat and just rambles about whatever pops into her head. I could also see her doing ASMR stuff too… not full on girlfriend experience type stuff, but those vids that are like, people testing out different fancy microphones. Actually, I just remembered while saying this that Takahashi appeared in a video last year for an ASMR cooking series called Voicoo and the voice she slips into pretty often in this video is very Ai… so I can easily imagine her doing something like this too, especially with the goofy ass voices she does for the veggies LMAO

I could totes see her doing gaming streams too, after the Da Vinci interview dropped that tidbit of her playing a ton of Tetris as a kid… she probably focuses on stuff that's mostly gameplay without any story, probably a lot of arcade-y, 90s stuff. I also think it'd be really funny if she turned out to be really good at Tetris without realizing LOL. Like, it's been years since she played and she's never played in front of other people before so she has no frame of reference for her skill level. But then the game starts and she's absolutely cracked and everyone in chat is freaking out and she's like ??? IS THAT GOOD???

The only reason she's not setting world records is because she doesn't have the time or inclination to learn rolling and grind out a score, but I just know she could do it if she wanted to….!! I just know it….!!!!!

[evilrat-sabre]

So I have a new Hermitcraft / "Magical girl" / Soul Eater inspired AU

Oh hey! so I have a new Hermitcraft AU Idea, I am calling it Weapon Shifters AU for now(It will change{probably{maybe}})

Anyway “What is the AU” Well it's inspired by the magical girl trope + The sole part of Soul Eater that we have people becoming weapons (Because I frickin love this power)

The context of the AU is; monsters started appearing in a real-ish word setting and some random people started receiving the power to turn into a weapon, obviously you can’t wield yourself and most of them can’t really move while transformed so there is that, so you need someone else to do It. Because of that, to fight these monsters(That only a Weapon shifter can hurt and nothing more) you need a Weapon shifter and a Wielder to do it. 

Most Weapon shifters are wielder too, because yes these monsters are killing people and destroying the city, you would think more people would join the fight, but most normal people don’t remember the monster part 

Ex. A zombie horde destroyed a car and killed the driver? Welp the guy was drunk and he crashed his car. 

So because of that, the people fighting these monsters are mostly weapon shifters that are immune to the “amnesia effect”.

Let me talk a little about the type of powers, before talking about the hermits.

As I said some people can turn into weapons, when I use the term weapon I am being pretty vague “if you can hurt someone with it, it can be a weapon”, these are my parameters, so truly almost anything.

Most people have only one weapon base form, that means they can turn in only one thing, but some people are what I call a “multi”, that's when in their base form they already come with multiple different weapons they can turn.

Some Weapon shifters already come with a specific power, most don’t.

One thing that I want to make clear, is that a Weapon Shifter and a Wielder all have some level of compatibility, the more compatibility they have, the easier it is to the wielder to use the weapon and to the weapon to unlock their “Upgrade”. 

I want to make clear the Compatibility =/= as friendship 

Ex. Cleo can theoretically use Joe in his weapon form, but Joe can't use Cleo even if he really tried. They live together in the same apartment, they are very good friends, but they are not compatible as weapon and wielder.

Let's talk about upgrades. Upgrade is a power the Weapon unlock while fighting along a very compatible wielder. There is two types of upgrade; the “New weapon” where the weapon unlock a new weapon form, that basically makes them work as a multi and the “Supernatural Power” Type, were the weapon unlocks a new ability, it can be like now you are poisonous, or like now you can control plants, things like that. (BTW. Not all weapons get upgraded)

And a last thing is that wielders have a thing called “wielder trait”, when someone wields a Weapon shifter, they are changed to look more inhuman, so the normal humans can’t remember them.

I think that's it for explaining the main power system of this thing. Now a list of the hermits and their respective powers, they are organized like this “Hermit - "Weapon" - Wilder trait” and they are separated in the teams they often fight together with, but it's good to remember that they often trade who is wielding who and are not stuck to only working with their team.

BTW feel free to send me asks or messages asking me to explain things, because I have thought about mostly everyone’s backstory at this point. The brainrot is real and I love opportunities to talk about it.

Oh and last thing. I have image reference for ALL the weapons, I will make a separate post for it.

DOESN'T HAVE A SET TEAM, BUT WORK WHEN THEY HAVE TO

X - Doom guy armor (Can still move as a armor and control the person wearing him) - Purple glowing eyes, black void hair and skin covered in slashes.

Ren - Axe (Upgrade: Bear trap with a chain, think chompy thing from Mario, can move his jaws) - Dog ears and Tail

Joe -  Big old leather book ( His pages bring knowledge) - at sign eyes and slightly flickering in and out of the mortal plane

Stress - Not a weapon (For some reason she is extremely compatible with any weapon shifter) - Flower crown growing from her head and shining solid black oil-like eyes.

Hypno - Butterfly knife (Can control anyone who grabs him) - Third eye(hides on bandana)

TFC - Iron pickaxe (upgrade: can break anything like in Minecraft, cube shaped) - Glowing white eyes, pieces of rock and dirt embedded in his skin, spectral wings (made of stone)

TEAM ZITS

Tango - Grenade launcher  (upgrade: Ice grenade launcher) - Red eyes, his hair will catch on fire when excited

Zedaph - Medical apparatus(Multi) - Purple goat eyes and ram horns

Impulse - Two big metal shovels (Upgrade: Electricity) - Yellow eyes, horns and spectral wings(bat)

Skizz - Not a weapon - spectral wings(dove) and warped halo

NHO

Doc - eye visor (Upgrade: Mechanical arm that can be a plasma blaster) - Green skin, goat horns and eyes with black sclera and white pupils.

Etho - Kunais, shurikens and a Katana(Multi) (Upgrade: Limited teleport throwing the weapons) - He isn’t the same inside, do not look what his mask is hiding.

Beef - Double butcher cleaver (Upgrade: Giant meat tenderizer like hammer) - Bull horns and hooved legs.

Bdubs - Tiny knife (Upgrade: Can grow and control plants. op as fuck, still a tiny knife to) - Big Eyes. And plants grown out of his body

Hateful neighbours

ZombieCleo - Great Sword (Upgrade: The things cut with her blade rot quickly) - Green with stitches

Ijevin - Bouncy rubber ball (Upgrade: can leave a sticky substance where he lands) - Blue and transparent, you can see his bones and organs.

Sweet faces

Keralis - Gardner scissors (Upgrade: Twin scissor blades) - Big eyes

Xb - Sniper gun - Fish ears and scales 

Architechs

Iskall - Bayonet (Upgrade: The blade glows bright green, things that are cut with it are poisoned)  - Solid green eye and green blood(his veins are glowing green)

Grian - Kitchen knife (Upgrade: throwing knife sets) - spectral wings(parrot) and parrot feathers in his hair (can do voice mimicry while like that)

Mumbo - Electrician knife(Upgrade: Spear {The point is still the blade of the electrician knife}) - Sunken eyes and he somehow gets longer, resembling an enderman but human.

Minecraft Swords(IDK MAN)

Welsknight - Steel sword and knight armor (Upgrade: gets a Shield) - silver scales, spectral wings(dragon) and claws

False- Diamond sword (Upgrade: Becomes two diamond swords) - Spectral wings(eagle), talons in hand and feet

Convex

Scar - Hot Guy bow and infinite arrows (Upgrade: Potion effect arrows) - Spectral wings(vex), pale blue skin, sharp teeth.

Cubfan - Not a weapon - Spectral wings(vex), pale blue skin, sharp teeth.

Blood(IDK MAN IT FEEL FITTING)

Pearl - deer horn Knives (Upgrade: Giant Scite) - Her skin glows like the moon(She has to use a dark cloth, because sometimes it's too much moon light even for her)

Gem - Executioner's sword (Upgrade: gets stronger the more she beheads monsters) - Deer antlers, and hoved legs.

Team "Evil"

EX- Doom guy shotgun - red glowing eyes, white hair and a lot of slashes in his skin

Helsknight - black steel sword (upgrade: became twin rapiers) - dark silver scales, spectral wings(dragon) and claws.

[papytonpropaganda]

Hello! So, I've been really bored recently, and have been in full Walls brainrot mode again, so I wrote this little... i don't know what I'd call it... a fanfic of Walls? A fanfic of a fanfic? Basically, I took what I know about Walls and wrote a little paragraph or two of how the ending could (and almost certainly will not) go. If you have any problems with people doing this, please feel free to tell me! I don't mean to be rude or try to steal your work, and I'm not going to publish this anywhere, I'm just writing it for fun lol- sorry if you're not comfortable with that!

Anyway, here it is, because I really wanted to share it with you.

TW FOR SU!CIDE AND DRUGS

***

Papyrus sat in the hospital bed, Mettaton standing next to him, the two of them holding coffees in their hands. The two of them smiled awkwardly at each other, an orange blush spreading across the skeleton’s face, and was he hallucinating, or was the robot’s face slightly pink?

“So, what did you want to tell me?” Mettaton asked him, finally breaking the thick, stiff silence. 

“I-” Papyrus hunched over in embarrassment as he tried to get the (metaphorical) guts to say it. Rubbing his arms awkwardly, he took a deep breath. “So… Mettaton, I- I just want to say that I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” he began. “I just- you’re such a kind, lovely person, and I- I like everything about you.”

Mettaton looked worried. “Papyrus, this isn’t a goodbye, is i-”

The skeleton cut him off. “Mettaton. Just listen to me.” His soul began to burn brighter. “I wish I could do more for you, I really do- I wish I could give you bunches of flowers and gifts and clothes and cars, and I wish I could be a better person for you, but this is all I can do, so I’m going to do it.” He took one last deep breath before saying the words he’d wanted to say for such a long time. “Mettaton, I love you. I love you with so much of my soul that none is left.”

Mettaton’s mouth fell wide open, the cup of coffee he was holding shattering onto the floor. “I-” He took a step back, and another, and another, to the door.

Papyrus’s eye sockets widened. “Mettaton?...”

Mettaton stepped out the door and ran. 

***

Papyrus was being discharged from the hospital in around a week. He sat there, skull buried in the blankets and knees up to hide his face. Sans, Grillby and Toriel had come to visit there, but Papyrus said nothing. 

“Papyrus, you must talk to us! We cannot do anything if you do not speak. Please, let us help you,” Toriel waved her huge paws around, speaking with an anxiety-ridden voice. 

Sans’s smile was almost gone as he walked up and put a hand on the taller skeleton’s shoulder. “Russ, please, you gotta wake up. We know you’re awake.”

Grillby, despite not being that close to Papyrus, had come with Sans, and signed at Papyrus although he knew he wouldn’t be able to see. Please talk to us.

Papyrus simply shook his head an inch to each side and resumed his silence.

***

Once the three older monsters had gone and the sun had set in the sky, Papyrus stepped out of the bed and walked down the corridor. There were a few doctors around, but they just assumed Papyrus was a patient taking a walk - and they weren’t wrong. In truth, he was a patient, and he was taking a walk. But he had something more to do. 

The door to the medical supplies was unlocked, as usual. The doctor who had her shift around this time was new and always forgot to lock it. Nobody had realised except Papyrus, who was now slipping into the cupboard in silence, taking a small jar of some of the medicine. 

And another jar. 

And another. 

***

“Fuck!” Undyne slapped her forehead

“Is there still time to visit Papyrus? I forgot my bag at the hospital…” she mumbled to herself whilst messaging those words to Toriel. 

“I should think so, but I cannot come with you! Apologies, I and QC are busy shopping,” Toriel responded over text, typing slowly with her big paws. “But I should think if you run, you should get there before visiting time is over!”

Undyne took a deep breath and sprinted to the hospital, managing to get there within enough time. She slammed open the doors and ran into Papyrus’s room just in time. 

He wasn’t there. 

“Papyrus?” She called out, but there was no answer. Assuming he had gone for a walk around the hospital, she nodded to herself, happy he was up and moving again, and took her bag and left.

It would be nice to walk back through the forest near the beach, Undyne thought. Around this time of year, it was dark enough for only a few people to be there, but early enough that it was still warm and the birds were still singing. So she went back through the forest, feeling an odd sense of serenity wash over her. Flowers to the left, grass in front, sea behind… and trees on her right, dappled lighting falling through the leaves, and birds singing in a bush just behind them. Stepping nearer to the trees, she noticed a figure hidden in the bush - clothed in a pale blue and white gown. Confused at why someone was in it, she went to check. 

There was something - no, someone - there. Covered in dirt, hospital gown on. Limbs - or were they limbs? No, bones - splaying everywhere. 

Papyrus. 

Her eyes widened in horror as she grabbed him, shaking him hard. 

“Papyrus. PAPYRUS!” she screamed. 

*** 

Mettaton, trying to clear his head, took a walk through the forest too, using the birdsong as a method to calm him down. Well, he would have been, if he hadn’t gotten a call from Devon. He smiled at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice, listening to him talk on about his day at work and ignoring the nasty feeling in his throat. And the world did seem to be against him today, because he would have been able to talk to him a lot longer if he hadn’t encountered Undyne, tears running down her face and a death grip on his arm. He used his other arm to turn off the call and put it in his pocket hastily. 

“Ow, fuck, Undyne! What’s wrong?” He rubbed his arm and scowled at her. Undyne wasn’t having it, hiccuping and wiping her eyes. 

“I- It’s Papyrus. He’s- he’s-” She shook her head and yanked Mettaton over to where Papyrus was lying. The pit in the robot’s stomach grew. 

“Papyrus? Papyrus. No, Papyrus,” his eyes widened in horror as he ran over to the skeleton’s limp body and shook him. “Papyrus, wake up. WAKE UP!” he screamed. Undyne rushed away to see if there was anybody that could help them. “P-Papyrus,” he sobbed, tears pouring down his face as he clutched at the skeleton’s gown and wailed. “Papyrus, please… I love you too, Papyrus. Papyrus, don’t go, please…” This was his fault. It was all his fault. If he had just told the skeleton sooner…

He took out his phone to make a call to the ambulance, and saw that his phone was on the ‘Recent Calls’ page. He stared at it, speechless, the pit in his stomach growing by the second. 

It read, ‘Devon: last called - 5 seconds ago’.

***

Please do tell if you're not comfortable with this! Again, I'm very sorry if you are - anyway, I hope you liked this little thing! It's not fantastic, since I haven't had a lot of practice at writing, but I hope it's good enough. Have a good day! :3

OH MY GOD EVERYONE IT JUST HAPPENED I JUST WON EVERYTHING

anon you are the FIRST person I know (or remember at least) who wrote fanfic for Walls which is the DREAM. dude I know very few fanfic authors who wouldn't be honored to receive a fanfic of THEIR fanfic of this caliber in their inbox. this is INCREDIBLE thank you.

I honestly don't mind if you did post it on like AO3 or something, I believe AO3 even has an option to mark the fic as "being inspired by another work" or something like that. I do not see this as "stealing" from me at all, you don't know how amazing it feels to have inspired someone else to write about my story.

you are correct in that what you've written was not what I had planned (in fact the ending of the original was far, FAR off from where we left off). but it definitely invokes the kind of feeling I go for for the angst in Walls and it's a nice little continuation of the point where I decided the whole thing needed a revamp. I'd actually really like to see how your version ends!

thanks so much again, you don't know how much this means to me.

[boundvirgo]

── DEMOGRAPHICS

full name: shaharyar 'arya' soltani

name meaning: noble king

gender: cisman

pronouns: he/him

age: twenty7

birthday: september 14

place of birth: houston, tx

── APPEARANCE

fc: @mosaffari

height: 6'1

weight: 198

eyes: brown

hair: dark brown mussed

body type: mesomorph

mods: lobes pierced, no tattoos

style: business casual

scent: tom ford - tobacco vanille

── PERSONALITY

temperament: choleric

element alignment: water

big 3: virgo sun, gemini moon, taurus rising

organized, straightforward, independent

perfectionist, high expectations, stubborn

── BACKSTORY

'Be better than me.'

The guilt laden words of a pitiful man ring in his ear. They always do around this time…

Vinay Soltani's birthday usually hits on or around Nowruz. Lately, he spends a lot of his time in silence, breeding grounds for looking back at his life and wondering how he went from bringing in the new year explosively with joy and family to feeling like all he can contribute to his existence is constant brainrot.

Every time he looks at his son, he imagines her standing behind him. They have the same eyes. It's the darkest, most midnight looking brown, and if you look closely enough, you can see the stars in their gazes.

With her in his life, Vinay felt vibrant, he felt like he meant something, he felt vindicated, like standing in her presence was the universe's confirmation that he was right to move to Houston and follow his heart despite his family's warnings. When she was gone, he was completely lost. It's as if his guiding light was extinguished, leaving him to be the guiding light for their son, and he knew he couldn't do it alone.

Arya knew it too.

Things inside the Soltani household were bare minimum and nothing else. As a kid, visiting his friends houses with their parents was always a completely different dynamic, and while he couldn't put words to it, it always made him reluctant to go back home. This unknown feeling that something had always been missing kept him up at night sometimes, guiding him to sneak into his father's bedroom and unlock his phone to find a completely different man in the camera roll. Someone who grinned from ear to ear at everything, who drunkenly ran through sprinklers with all of his friends, and was always laughing. He found photos of his dad kissing on a beautiful woman with eyes like his own.

Some days he got peeks of that joyous, loving man. The best way to get his dad to smile was with good grades, so nothing on this planet was more important than bringing home those report cards. His dad was always busy working during soccer games and track meets, but when he brought home trophies, the grin made it more than worth it. Arya didn't find out that his dad never graduated college until he told him he'd be attending Rice University in the fall and the man broke down in tears for the first time Arya had ever seen.

Kids tend to lash out when they're not getting the right attention by their parents, but Arya was a late bloomer. His anger came retrospectively, it came with understanding. All this time, Arya just felt tolerated. After seeing all those photos and listening in on the rare times his father would reminisce with friends, he'd been led to one single conclusion. Vinay's dark, sulking depression was all his fault. So he 'just tolerated' his father when he called to check up or came to visit him on campus. He graduated with honors and with resentment sewn into his heart. He was doing what his father would always tell him. 'Be better than me.'

His MBA wasn't just a degree, it was license to do everything his pitiful father came home after work every night and sat there wishing he'd done. Arya focused on his numbers, his impact, and his research. They were all the things that earned Arya a short lived smile from his father back then. The difference is that Vinay could only give short smiles. His professional life gives him promotions and salary renegotiations and suddenly he's made partner at such a young age.

Arya considers calling his father for his birthday. They'd only spoken every 4 or 5 months for the last 6 years. It's late, so he'll probably be asleep, but it's worth a try. When Vinay picks up, his voice is rough. He sounds like he's been crying. "Shaharyar. Son. We need to talk."

Just as he goes to agree, Arya feels his very existence being called on. The force so strong it nearly forces his body into auto pilot, muscle memory taking him somewhere he's never been before. "I… I have to go. Happy birthday, dad."

[wolfspiders-web]

Fallout: 009

So, I've had this CRAZY idea knocking around in my head for years to make a crossover/AU of Fallout (in particular, 4) and because this anime has been my eternal brainrot since the early 2000's, Cyborg 009. I mean hey, if the Institute can have functional teleportation then I can throw in superpowered cyborg soldiers for funsies. This draws inspiration from multiple incarnations of the series with more emphasis placed on the 2001 “Cyborg Soldier” anime, so this is more of a retelling of that using the location and lore of FO4's Commonwealth. Also, I might have cranked up the “tragic backstory” for some of them up to 11. Things.. snowballed a little. okay maybe a lot actually, I'm so sorry to 001 in particular They are flawed, but they are still human, and they're attempting to make the best of an incredibly shit situation.

I meant for this to be an askblog-type thing that never went anywhere because I couldn't find the inspiration for art, but at this point I feel I have a metric ton of written material (the main profile document for the 00-Cyborgs, Dr. Gilmore, and the Dolphin is 25 pages long and technically still unfinished). I'm going to continue to spiff up and infodump to this sideblog, but if any y'all have a question about something you're more than welcome to ask it!

(special thanks to @gghoulishh for helping me hash out so many details! I should have started posting this years ago tbh)

Mini-profiles for the main cast below the cut:

001 Ivan Wisky

Son of pre-war Black Ghost cyberneticist Dr. Gamo Wisky, 001 is a telepathic and telekinetic psyker, the stressful process of becoming a cyborg having “unlocked” Ivan’s brain and these new abilities. Super-intelligence was the original goal, but Black Ghost was extremely pleased with this unforeseen outcome. Dr. Wisky had offered his own newborn son as a test subject but didn’t do it out of any particular love for the dying child; the only reason was because Dr. Wisky was being blamed for multiple failures on the Cyborg Soldier project and would have likely been killed for it. Despite appearances, he is a tactician on par with 008.

002 Jet Link

Having been tricked into getting into a vehicle with Black Ghost agents inside, Jet was taken for the Cyborg Soldier project right off the streets of New York. He's one of the most shell-shocked out of the original generation of 00-Cyborgs; having the living, breathing city of New York fresh in his memory as if it was only just moments ago. He’s unable to believe his home, his country, has been reduced to an irradiated and dilapidated ruin. However, this new wastelander life still feels like being back in his old gang; fighting for survival every day with a group of united people, just with the ability to fly at high speeds with rocket legs.

003 Francois Arnoul

Extremely perceptive to others even before being remodeled, Francois now has the ability to detect life through walls and at great distances through audio cues and x-ray vision. Due to her sound-based abilities she is also an excellent mimic and ventriloquist, and can store then use any animal or creature roar she hears to incite fear and confusion. A pre-war French-Canadian citizen, her brother was the last person to see her during her kidnapping, though now she has no family but the Cyborgs. The dissonance of the present time to her memories of a simpler time causes her great distress, but Francois has become a master of bottling her emotions to not worry her team.

004 Albert Heinrich

More machine than man, some mistake Albert for a prototype android with his assortment of mechanical parts and very little actual flesh left. Legally blind due to how the sensor implants in his eyes didn't take too well, but he can still see with them. He was taken by Black Ghost agents after a routine flight home with his fiance went horribly awry, leaving her dead and Albert dying. Black Ghost agents found him in the wreckage and turned him into a walking arsenal. The knowledge that he shares more in common with a robobrain than his original humanity weighs heavily on him.

005 “Junior”

For those who don’t know him, many take Junior’s silence as a sign of your average Super Mutant’s below average intelligence. But somehow in the process of FEV mutation he kept his sanity, intelligence, and his humanity; unfortunately he does not remember anything about his past after the process was complete. Black Ghost, ever willing to push the envelope, modified an already strong being into an unstoppable force. Despite this, Junior is a literal gentle giant as many of the wasteland’s non-monstrous wildlife will approach him and even relax in his presence.

006 Chang Chanku

A short man, but one who could probably wrestle a potential meal into submission if he wasn’t already a walking flamethrower. Before Black Ghost took him, Chang was a Brahmin farmer and an excellent cook; he still is due to his newfound control over fire. Being a Chinese descendant of those interred in camps before the Great War, one would think that Chang needs to watch his back in the country that his ancestors once tried to invade. But the idea of “Chinese” and “American” burned in nuclear fire generations ago, and all but the most devoted to history have long since forgotten. Now, everyone is united under one banner: as survivors.

007 “Great Britain”

A pre-War actor gone ghoul, GB has seen the world gone to hell in a handbasket firsthand but that doesn't seem to have effected his cheerful demeanor. Or he just doesn't see the point in caring about it anymore. His love is still the theater life he made his career in before the Great War stole it away, particularly Shakespeare's works. His augmentation is a highly experimental, highly top secret one involving the use of nanomachine technology gained from a crashed alien mothership. This gives him active camouflage and allows him to morph his body into almost any desired shape and back using a button on his stomach that resembles a hernia. With 003 supplying sound effects they make a terrifyingly convincing combination.

008 Pyunma

The only one with real combat experience before becoming a cyborg soldier, Pyunma was once the leader of an infamous local raider group before being kidnapped by Black Ghost. As the field tactician of the group he knows how to fight, and the dirtiest ways to fight, though the team prefers to not come to that. His specialty is water combat and he is able to breathe underwater, though as the highly irradiated waters in and around Boston are a danger to what's left of his organics he has extremely high radiation resistance to compensate.

009 Joe Shimamura

The golden child and final member of the 00-Cyborg prototypes. Before Joe was taken by Black Ghost he was in the courier service, his natural speed and endurance doing him well in the dangerous expanse of the wastes. An orphan, Joe was raised by the owner of a courier service in his village and he was found to be a natural born runner. Now even that has been upgraded past the limits of the human body, which would make him one hell of a courier if Joe could go back to his old job. But his ties are with his new "family" now, having become a reluctant member of the rebel 00-Cyborgs who are now trying to right the wrongs of their creators as well as survive in an unforgiving wasteland.

Dr. Issac Gilmore

A high ranking cyberneticist of the Black Ghost organization, Gilmore defects with the rest of the cyborgs in a hoax hostage situation in order to escape Black Ghost's grasp and cope with his own guilt over what he's done. He advises the team from a distance during operations and handles all their maintenance himself. He has varying degrees of insight into the factions of the Commonwealth, such as how the Black Ghost, Institute, and even the Enclave and BoS operate. Dr. Gilmore’s knowledge is invaluable for dealing with these groups politically – and offensively if it ever has to come to that.

[petrichorade]

Hii :D I just wanted to say I LOVE ADORE CRY SCREAM over your Ratiomei art. I love them both sm I wanna swallow them sjsjsksk

But I'm kinda new to the Ratiomei corner of the fandom, and I'm afraid I don't know much about the ship. So I would really appreciate it if you tell me why you ship them and what made you ship them. Or what lore made you ship them. ANYTHING! Lmao just give me more Ratiomei food 😞😞❤❤❤

Awwwww thank you so much for the compliment! And glad that you asked actually! I will answer your question as an excuse to spread the brainrot 😈😈😈

Kind of going chronological starting from here:

They were first introduced when Honkai Star Rail is still in 1.4 version if I remember correctly! 1.6 version Drip Marketing happened on October 31th 2023 11:00 A.M (GMT+7) at that time, and the 5 star Character that were revealed being Ruan Mei (Ice-Harmony) for the first half and Dr.Ratio (Imaginary-The Hunt) for the second half. It's pretty cute that Hoyo dropped them only 5 minutes apart (Xueyi, the 4-star as well though, after Ratio) since they usually postpone 2nd half 5-star for a day or two. This is their early drip marketing banner that some of you are familiar with!

But I really haven't start seeing things here, I love them both as their individual selves and crying a little because I want them both so bad but they literally gonna be released right after Argenti, who's been on my warp list for long long time ever since I saw his leaks ^____T (I'm an F2P Player, and still until now, so yeah)

// long story short, I receive a happy ending by attaining the 3 of them with extreme grinding + Ratio ended up being free :D //

Also I saw some of their gameplay leaks, some beta players weirdly likes to put them together in a team? Makes me goes '...hm?' But I haven't manage to see stuffs yet. ((edit: I just realized this is a beta testing thing where these players basically put two characters that were about to be released in the same team to test out synergy and everything))

Then it all starts with THIS TRAILER. It was revealed here that there will be a new region being unlocked on Herta Space Station and it's turns out to be Ruan Mei's workspace, the Seclusion Zone. It's all cool until I realized Dr. Ratio were being placed in the SAME AREA.

I compare this trailer to previous character trailers, and literally can sense something.

Taking Imbibitor Lunae and Fu Xuan's trailer for example; them both being in the same planet (Xianzhou Luofu) but their character's animation were taken in different place, Dan Heng IL on Scalegorge Waterscape, while Fu Xuan on the Divinition Commission. Yet both Ruan Mei and Ratio's animation, not only took place in Herta Space Station, specifically the SECLUSION ZONE itself, not other places. I'm starting to lost my shit there, because I'm assuming SOMETHING goes on BETWEEN THEM if they were at the very same place.

And to be very honest, at this point many thing happened pretty fast as I also saw their fanart together out of no where. Either after I saw one particular art of them drawn together with kafblade (will share the link later) or I'm being silly try typing 'ruantio' on search and found them, but learned that they're being referred as ratiomei more often!

The brainrot being so pure, I'm starting to sketch them out of the blue...and create something decent. But I'm not ready to reveal it yet, letting the art fermented for a while. Until hoyo, again, dropping that they will be the next Battle Pass matching profile pictures :]

Idk if some of people aware of this, but BP profile pictures most of the time always just...pair folks not coincidentally + matching themes as if they were couple. This the list of characters that were paired for BP chibi profile pictures before (also note it's so far always been male-female);

1.0 - Himeko & Welt

1.1 - March 7th & Dan Heng

1.2 - Kafka & Blade

1.3 - Jing Yuan & Fu Xuan

1.4 - Bronya & Gepard

1.5 - Jingliu & Yanqing (this one's questionable a little lol

Therefore, right after this info getting dropped, I'm finally posting the art itself, being my first RatioMei fanart 😂

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Now jumping into when the 1.6 updated + the lore was revealed!

I'm going to be honest as I play along the way (and for those who's interested with this ship but not playing HSR): they basically have zero direct interactions.

But! I may have create a breakdown of they might potentially knows each other a bit, you can read it on my twitter thread here! (and sorry not sorry if everything came out very delusional)

Dr. Ratio also left so much notes on that specific area of the Seclusion Zone that looks like a greenhouse lab and were packed with her critters + the imitation of Tayzzyronth (Aeon of Propagation)'s emanator. Compiling them all ↓↓↓

Besides that, they're also mirroring each other so much;

1. Ruan Mei actually didn't want to be part of Genius Society in the beginning yet gaining Nous' gaze. She even tossed the Genius Society invitation letter to trash can when she receive it. Meanwhile Dr. Ratio completed doctoral degrees in 8 fields and actually wish he could be part of the Genius Society one day, but the moment he receive letter from Interastral Peace Corporation (IPC) instead, he thought he might never be able to gain Nous' attention at all.

2. Related to previous part, there is a literal reason why 1.6 patch were named "Crown of Mundane and Divine". These two were more of a 'two pages in the same book' as what my mutual refers it. If you completed the trailblazer mission for patch 1.6, the reward name being "Mundane Recto, Divine Verso". The reward literally obtained if you done BOTH of their trailblaze continuance where BOTH of them also will eventually became express' visitors. //I keep highlighted the 'both' term because it's seems that, despite the almost non-existent interactions, they're still tied together one way or another//

I want to dig deeper about this Recto-Verso concept since it's a printing terminology and it resonance so much with their overall traits, maybe I'll create separated post for this later!

The 'mundane' and 'divine' crown itself is visible on their head, being their hairpins (this is my personal approach);

Ratio -> laurels/leaves ; grows on everywhere on the branch, unnoticed -> the way Ratio saw himself being a mundane between all the mediocre people, not special. Representing Mundanity

Ruan Mei -> flower ; grows near the tip, most of the time one top of tree branches, eye-catching, facing the sky -> Ruan Mei having a goals to be an Aeon, reaching for the sky and getting Nous (Aeon of Erudition)'s attention. Representing Divinity

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Fun Fact Section

Ratio literally have a voice line if he were being put in the same team with Ruan Mei + opinion about her 😂 if you want to listen to his voice, check this out. He talks about fellow Simulated Universe participated Genius Society member as well, though. But it makes me freaking ill with the fact that he CHUCKLES a little in the middle of talking when added to the same team with her like I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE LOVER BOY

And to note, Dr. Ratio belongs to another faction under Nous beside Genius Society, the Intelligentsia Guild. And nope, he's not (directly) part of the IPC despite he works for them according to the storyline. I have a professor irl who also works as a consultant for a corporate company beside his academic career, and that's how I kinda view Ratio 'works for the IPC' wording goes :)

Now this is the interesting part comes! Besides him, there's an eye-catching figure who belongs to Intelligentsia Guild, and it's being...Ruan Mei's grandmother! This fact was written on Data Bank, not the playable character section (where you can level them up etc.)

Another fun stuffs I found on Dr. Ratio's lore is the one I highlighted in red;

My theory is that Ruan Mei's grandma might be also part of the rumored council, supported by the fact that Ruan Mei's intelligence were mostly inherited from her maternal line. I can only assume Ratio and her grandma knows each other, and it's potential that Ratio might have heard/know about Ruan Mei not based on other people's view, but from her grandma herself (judging how eager he learns the truth from credible sources). Also here's more thing that makes me hopeful for them;

Ruan Mei's grandma have been watching her for years, and from this, I kinda feel hopeful we're soon getting Intelligentsia Guild lore + further depth about these two characters as I felt like we've only knew them at the tip of an iceberg.

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This is all I can pretty much provide you of why I like this ship. And again, it's all about matters of preference, I love these two characters both as individuals and as a ship, they're very precious to me and I want to continue drawing them even more TwT so thank you so much for asking this question and make me starts my day with joy! Love you muachhhh

[loosesodamarble]

Hello, Soda!! ♡ Sorry for the late reply... ( ◡_◡) I had seen your answer as soon as you posted it, but I didn't have the time to type a complete answer before!! </3

Honestly, I don't think I'd ever move on from tumblr, I really like been in here, specially when there's you to talk to!◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜I might disappear sometimes, but I'll always come back when I can (like now). ᡣ𐭩

I'm finally done with getting my drivers licence!! I can't wait for an opportunity to drive with my family!! (˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

I'm glad you're doing well, I hope things get even better for you, stay strong! ( ੭ ･ᴗ･ )੭ ᰔᩚ

Thank you for all of the well wishes!! ^_^ Stay safe and take care! <33

— ghost anon

Naaaah. It's perfectly okay to take your time to reply, Ghost Anon. Sometimes, we need time to get our thoughts in order and then also the time to write them down. (￣∇￣) The brain is like that sometimes.

I'm quite the same. I likely won't be moving form Tumblr to any other social media I like the energy here on Tumblr. The mutuals are wonderful~! And anons like you are so sweet~! (Also other realms of internet existence scare me...)

And oh you got your license! Hopefully your family thinks you're a good driver. And have fun getting from place to place on your own! Discover new restaurants or bookstores or any other place that catches your fancy. (I specifically use my driving privileges to reach far off movie theaters for special premieres/showings of media.)

(Lemme tangent for a moment for a funny[?] driving story. One morning, me, my sister, and two of our friends decided to hang out. My sister was in the middle of her breakfast so she brought along a plate [a sturdy and solid ceramic plate mind you] to finish her food. We picked up Friend #1. And while waiting for Friend #2 to get in the car, my sister finished her breakfast and put her plate in that space in front of the driver and passenger seat, and below the windshield. You know that place? Anyways, the plate is there. We picked up Friend #2 from an office building so we were in a parking area that led onto a main road and as I'm pulling he car forward and turning to get onto the road, somehow, the plate slides form its position in that space under the windshield. It falls down onto the car's dashboard. And the plate knocks the gear shift from Drive to Neutral. All without the plate breaking. Not even a scratch. Note that I need to press a button on the shift to sort of unlock it from a certain position in order to change gears. But the plate just slammed the gear shift hard enough to override that feature I guess?!?!?! And remember, I was in the middle of trying to turn into a road. The few seconds I spent hitting the gas with no movement from the car, all while worrying about traffic behind me... Nightmare. 0/10. I noticed that the car was in Neutral and changed gears just in time before any traffic jam could happen. But uuuuuggghhhhh! Not pleasant. I hope that neither you nor anyone else in the world has to experience something like that.)

I'm doing my best at the moment. I work. Write/try to write. Brainrot. Cry over fictional men. And generally live.

Wishing you the best, Ghost Anon. I hope you live fully and freely~!

[weepinglevi]

patience is a virtue

summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here! warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho) word count: around 3.5k A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.

taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.

"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.

brr-brr.

"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."

"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.

you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.

thinking about your wet pussy. this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind you don't mind, do you?

in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.

anyway, let's do it again sometime i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win see ya, then

staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.

scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.

how badly do you want to suck my cock? you looked really hot today, covered in my cum what, you're shy again?

there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.

the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?

"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."

cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."

"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."

starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?

you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.

"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.

it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.

some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.

arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.

12 unread messages.

didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat no need to play hard to get when i already had you if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you

all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.

i know you want it, too how fucking needy you were for me getting yourself off in public to the thought of me maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of? gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess

pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.

no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.

i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?

his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.

you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.

so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?

you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"

you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.

crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?

suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."

you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.

"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"

"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"

better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."

for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."

"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."

"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."

oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."

"you weren't supposed to see."

"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."

still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."

taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."

finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.

on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."

"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.

before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.

"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.

"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."

the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.

"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"

you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.

your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.

eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –

and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "

"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."

you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."

biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."

"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.

"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."

"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."

the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.

thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"

you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.

taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.

he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."

bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.

the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.

"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "

getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.

he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.

"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.

you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."

with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.

"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.

once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."

"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.

"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."

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[shunsuiken]

oh my!

pairing. kita shinsuke x gn!reader

genre. brainrot fluff, you and kita are 3rd years in highschool

synopsis. you realise that you may like physical affection a lot more than you anticipated.

wc. 1.1k

an. happy birthday shinsuke, love u <3

you were at kita’s house, the air was cool yet you had still broken out into a cold sweat. the air conditioning was at a perfect temperature, obviously because kita set it perfectly earlier when you arrived, but your mind was clouded with particulars and facts needed to complete your essay. you’d even forgotten to eat the snack you told yourself to eat after finishing three paragraphs.

you were at eight now.

the brightness of your laptop screen assaulted your eyes, you probably forgot to turn off the automatic setting. when did i even turn it on? you wondered, reaching out to press on the key that would lower the brightness.

the unlocking of a door clicked you out of your thoughts, attention leaving the screen to see kita with his textbooks in his hands. he took a single glance at your bar of chocolate that was still in one piece, finding it suspicious. “y/n, why haven’t you eaten that yet?” he laid his books on the table, sitting in front of you while taking double notice of your untouched glass of water that was condensing heavily.

you blinked, realising why your stomach was growling like a starved wolf from five minutes ago. “right, i forgot.” you picked up the bar of chocolate and ripped the packaging open to finally munch on the sweet and flavourful treat. 

that’s new. kita thought to himself, trying not to overthink it but he couldn’t help but wander down the road of curiosity. he knew you usually fulfilled your self-made promises the second you achieved what you needed to do. he raised his gaze to observe your face, gazing at your droopy, tired eyes that screamed for rest but the sounds of your fingertips tapping on the keys strived for completion.

you were running low on fuel, kita figured.

the more words you typed down, the drier your eyes became, so you gave in and took a short break for the sake of your sight, closing your eyes to moisten them. you began to plan the next sentences to pick up the pace, brows knitting in focus. you stretched your stiff neck in the process, leaning your head back before you heard the light whistling of a kettle. was kita making tea? you opened your eyes this time, satisfied that your eyes didn’t feel like the sahara desert anymore, turning around to see kita waiting for the kettle to boil the water. he felt your eyes on him and turned around, raising his brows. “so i’ve caught your attention.”

you bursted out in laughter and oh, how freeing that felt. “the essay is worth a lot in my final grade, sorry that i haven’t spoken much.” your hand went up to scratch your neck, and now that you were actually thinking about it, you hadn’t even held a proper conversation with kita since you step foot in his house.

“don’t worry, i understand,” he said simply, eyes going back to the kettle when the familiar click indicated the finished boiled water. but instead of taking the kettle off its power base like he usually would’ve, he took a few steps towards you and gently put his hand on the crown of your head, running it down the back of your head then back up in a slow motion.

the warmth from kita’s hand dispersed across your entire head, sending you into the dazed state your mind needed after reading hundreds and hundreds of definitions followed by explanations. your body immediately accepted his touch you hadn’t realised you craved, leaning into him without a second thought.

just as kita suspected, a little bit of his touch was all you needed. he assumed you never asked since you were always shy when it came to physical affection, so it had to be him to know whether or not you needed some physical touch.

and today, he was glad he was right.

in an instant, your expression transformed the moment kita caressed your head in love, watching the way your eyes blinked for a bit before closing in ease. without his hand leaving your head, he walked closer to you and let you lean your head on his chest, figuring it was a good idea when you let out a pleased sigh.

“comfortable?”

you nuzzled your head into his chest, hair getting all messed up that kita had to bite back a smile. you acted like a puppy, a very tired and supposedly needy one as well.

then your eyes bursted open in realisation, quickly comprehending your actions from the last two minutes. kita’s hand never stopped circling your head, the other hand was placed on your back, oh wow, he’s touching you in very many places-

your face heated up faster than the kettle that boiled the water, nuzzling your face further into his chest in pure humiliation. kita noticed the sudden turn of your head, fingers tangling with your hair at the back of your head. “easy there, y/n, i’ve only got so much chest,” he said.

you pursed your lips, gaining that overwhelming feeling to bury yourself in a hole and rot in despair. “sorry,” you mumbled, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. hm. he understood that you enjoyed the affection but now kita wanted to see you, how could his chest get more attention than his face?

he brought his hand down, sliding it softly over your right cheek to capture your chin in between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to meet eyes with him, and kita would’ve swooned in front of you because the blush on your face- he swore- was redder than inarizaki’s jersey jackets.

“love, you’re red.” kita observed, raising a brow slyly.

you heard him but you didn’t reply, knowing that if you did you’d probably end up a stuttering mess. instead, you were thinking your actions through because you had, quite literally, unconsciously accepted physical affection without turning into a flustered flamingo within the first few seconds of the interaction. impossible. you were stunned with how you reacted, perhaps it was the lethargy from all the work you’d been putting on your shoulders that made you forget your apprehensiveness.

kita stroked your head again and you’d have fallen asleep then and there- just maybe you do kind of like this affection thing. the warmth. the light touches. feeling somebody care for you so much that they would gently trace circles on your body like you were their canvas.

you absolutely loved it.

“hey, what are you thinking down there?” kita’s voice broke your train of thought as you felt his fingers caress your chin.

with the heavy pounding of your heart and a sheepish smile, you tell him, “nothing, you give nice cuddles though.”

kita exhaled heartily as the corner of his lips rose. “and you never have to ask for them.”