#textbook definition of brainrot

[crowroboros]

Two Mentally ill Men in Games that I like

I'm drafting up a post about Moebius, Ouroboros, Alpha and their role in shaping Aionios and how they tie into the messages and themes of the Xenoblade series but I'm taking a break from that because I just can't look past how similar Consul N and Leo's arcs are.

MASSIVE Echo (Leo's Route) and Xenoblade 3 spoilers. I mean absolutely earth-shattering spoilers. You have been warned.

Also this is being written on the spot and in one sitting and while I'm sleep deprived so it might be messy and a bit incoherent to anyone but me. Maybe I'll touch it up a bit in the future. This is also long as hell.

TLDR; N and Leo:

Are both obsessed with their romantic partner

Are both mentally beaten down and manipulated by their circumstances which slowly strengthens their obsession and makes them spiral further

Are both possessive of their romantic partner to the point of manipulation and control to keep them by their side

Both commit atrocities in the name of their obsession (To be fair to Leo, Consul N is MUCH MUCH worse in this regard) Both reach their breaking point towards the end of their game

Both indirectly kill their romantic partner/love interest

Are both incapable of moving on when their relationship ends, leaving them stuck in the past.

Are both a major part of a game all about "going in circles", "cycles", and the human condition

Both perpetuate the aforementioned cycle

Both put on a front of being stable and collected to hide intense shame, regret, and turmoil going on within them.

Leo and Noah are two shades of the same color so to speak. Now let me be clear, Mio and Chase are nothing alike and their roles in Noah's and Leo's respective obsession with them are very very different. Chase directly had a role by texting and sexting Leo while drunk, continually fueling Leo's hope that the pair would get back together. Mio on the other hand, alongside Noah, was forcibly reincarnated again and again by Moebius. They kept meeting, falling in love, and having their lives ripped away from them by war. Mio's involvement begins and ends with her just trying to survive like everyone else.

Noah, in all these past lives, seems to be the last of the pair to die. And even thought the memories of each life were wiped upon rebirth, those memories and their complimentary feelings still lay dormant deep within him. Hundreds of memories and feelings stacked up deep within his subconscious.

Each time Noah loses Mio is more painful than the last and it culminates when the pair, in a new incarnation, lose the hope to fight against Moebius and ending the war; instead deciding to go into hiding. They have a son, Ghondor, together and hope to live out the rest of their lives in peace. Alas Mio again dies, this time from her Term Marker reaching the end. And Noah is absolutely distraught. It only gets worse with Noah's death a year or two later, for he is brought before Moebius Z and forced to witness all of his past lives; Every time he and Mio met, fell in love, fought by each other's side with the Lost Numbers...only to get killed again and again.

Noah in this moment is forced to realize that he exists in an inescapable cycle, and becomes despaired of ever ending it. Z, seeing Noah at his lowest, offers him the option to live out eternity with Mio. Noah, if he is to take the offer, will get immortality, power, and he'll even bring back Mio to live alongside him; All he has to do is become Moebius, and completely destroy the inhabitants of The City. And to Noah — having just relived the pain and suffering of hundreds of past lives and being told that nothing he does can change the world — accepts. After all, why wouldn't he? If nothing he does matters in the end, if Moebius will keep the inhabitants of Aionios stuck in this cycle of bloodshed for all eternity, then why can't he at least live out that eternity with the one he loves?

When Noah becomes Consul N and destroys The City as well as killing most of its inhabitants — including his and Mio's now adult son Ghondor — Z does keep his promise, bringing Mio back as Moebius M. But she's absolutely horrified by his actions, lashing out at him and pushing him away. Noah at this point already regrets his actions, never having truly agreed with Z on the goals of Moebius. He's disgusted and ashamed of himself over what he had just done, and it's only made worse by Mio's response. But instead of repenting or accepting that what he is doing is horrific, he puts on a front. He buries his regret deep and pretends to believe in a cause that he never truly could get behind. He spends the next thousand years carrying on as the very thing he and Mio were so desperate to destroy and internally it's killing him. N becomes despondent and hateful, relying on Mio's existence to keep himself happy all while he presents himself outwardly as stoic and collected, pretending to be content with his choice. On the other hand, Mio openly hates the life she has now been forced into — taking lives and perpetuation the cycle of war that grips Aionios to fuel her own existence — and she too falls into a depression.

On the Echo side of things, this is equivalent to the prank Chase and Jenna pulled on Leo as well as the three years that Chase and Leo kept having a long distance "on-again-off-again" thing going on. Pretending that Chase was cheating on Leo, the breaking of Chase's phone, Chase never directly saying that the pair have broken up — only saying that he's going to Pueblo — and then limiting contact for the following three years to just drunken sexts doesn't offer Leo any real closure on the relationship. Leo has based so much of his own happiness on the idea of his relationship with Chase and the bond they had together, and now he's desperate to have that back, even going as far as to continue to wear the anchor bracelet that he and Chase wore to symbolize their relationship all these years later.

Just like N deludes himself into thinking that what he is doing as Moebius is what is good for himself, Mio, and the people of Aionios, Leo is deluding himself with the false hope of rekindling his relationship with Chase. They're both holding on to their own desire for a relationship long dead and are ruining themselves in the process. Both are perpetuating the cycle that holds their respective worlds captive: Consul N with the Endless Now and the war between Keves and Agnus, and Leo (albeit on a much smaller scale) with the inability to grow and change.

Both Aionios and Echo are locations that get their identity from their stagnation and decay. Aionios has been in an endless war since its creation with the collision between the universes of Bionis/Mechonis and Alrest, slowly getting chipped away at by the Annihilation Events. Echo was once a thriving town that over the years has failed to keep up with the changing world and now sits in a state of decline with only ~50 residents by the time of Echo VN.

And in this state of eternity, both Leo and Noah are given the opportunity to embrace change and to accept that nothing will be the same forever. For Leo it's when Chase leaves Echo, and for Noah it's when Mio dies in the last natural reincarnation. But both of them are too afraid of what it means to move on and let go. So instead, both cling to what's familiar and end up back at square one.

This refusal to move on isn't just detrimental for Leo and N alone, but it is detrimental for everyone around them. Aionios and its war persists for at least another millennium at the hands of N, resulting in the prolonged suffering of the people of Keves and Agnus. While Leo's obsession over Chase results in the manifestation of The Embrace, which stalks people such as Duke and Dale and drives them to some level of paranoia. And it all reaches the breaking point when it gets the person they love most — the object of their obsession — killed.

To briefly provide context before this next section; Sometime across the thousands of years between when Consul N and M came into existence and the main game of Xenoblade 3, N and M's repressed hope and ideals of a better world manifested as separate entities all of their own as the pair sunk deeper into despair and self-loathing. (Origin is essentially a Conduit emulator and there is a bunch of Xenoblade lore that makes this already long post even longer so just know that under certain conditions and with access to certain things, one's willpower can cause physical change or manifest as a physical entity.) These newly formed entities are the protagonists of Xenoblade 3; Noah and Mio. Functionally, it is the same as the cycle of reincarnation that all inhabitants of Aionios experience except with the caveat that the originals are still alive. From here on out, the Noah and Mio who became Moebius will be referred to as N and M, while the protagonists of Xenoblade 3 will be called Noah and Mio.

When the protagonists get absolutely fucked up when fighting against Consul N, Consul M sees potential within the group and spots an out. She is presented with a second chance to hopefully put an end to the world's suffering. M ends up revealing everything to Mio; The memories of their past lives, what Consul N did and his reasons, and ultimately what M wants from this: To die. The two switch places, with Mio taking M's place and M taking Mio's.

M, masquerading as Mio, spends a month in prison where she and the rest of Ouroboros are psychologically tormented and taunted by Consul N. Whereas M saw Ouroboros as a second chance, N sees the group as a threat to the familiar. A threat to the eternity he gained with M. To him, M is his property to hold close. So he spends that month breaking down the group's hope, putting them in the same place he was moments before he was given the offer to become Moebius. He wants them to fall victim to the same cycle he has.

And when that month is up, M dies in Mio's place at the Homecoming. She dissolves into light and her soul is set free from the reach of Moebius and the cycle of reincarnation. She has escaped the cycle and embraced an unknown future in the form of Mio.

And when N realizes who just died, he crumbles. For much of the final act of Xenoblade 3, N is inconsolable. He sits alone within Origin, not speaking or moving from his place in the Amphitheater. He knows that everything he has done up to this point had just been erased, for M is now gone. He is forced out of the past he lived in and is thrust into the future alone. But rather than admit that, he only dives deeper into the mask he wears, pretending that it isn't him clinging to the past that led to her demise but instead the changing world brought about by Ouroboros.

Over in Echo when Chase, Jenna, and TJ return for spring break it is Leo who takes action and gets the entire group back together. After all, this is exactly the opportunity he had been waiting for! He can get the group back together after three years and try his hand at getting Chase back as well! Over the course of Leo's route, the wolf gets increasingly more aggressive and protective of Chase and by the end of his route, he's outright threatening anyone he views as potentially taking Chase away from him again; using his size and gun to intimidate them.

In Leo's bad ending, this culminates when Chase once again leaves the status of his and Leo's relationship ambiguous. When trying to jump on a train to escape Echo, Leo grabs and pulls Chase off the caboose. This causes Chase's legs to swing under the rails and for both of his legs to be severed at his calves.

It's here that N and Leo begin to differ, at least in this ending of Leo's route. Whereas N was in full control of what he was doing, Leo is undoubtedly influenced in part by the hysteria over Echo. Leo's obsession, possessiveness, overprotectiveness, and his aggression is all him, however it is likely that as the hysteria takes hold of the town, these traits are exasperated by the supernatural. It's why N falls into a near comatose state out of grief, and Leo loses grip on his own sense of reality, failing to grasp the gravity of Chase's injuries. Leo takes Chase to his house and bandages his wounds thinking it'll be enough. Chase slowly bleeds out and eventually dies, though Leo doesn't seem to be able to grasp this. In fact, Leo's actions and behavior after Chase loses his legs could be seen as analogous for when N decided to become Moebius. It is when Leo fully resigns himself to Echo, thrusting himself and Chase into reliving their past together. Literally in Chase's case, as he flashes back to various memories of his and Leo's relationship as he dies.

Despite the difference, thematically N and Leo's situation here is the same. They both refused to step forward into the future and the center of their greatest desire died because of it. For N, it was the possibility of a future without M. If Moebius was stopped and Origin rebooted to allow for the safe reconstruction of Bionis/Mechonis and Alrest, there is a chance that he'd never see M again. There's a chance that the rebooting of Origin's systems won't even work and the two worlds will cease to be. And for him, that possibility is too much to bear for he bases his entire sense of self around M and his relationship with her.

With Leo, when he asks Chase if the otter will stay with him after they escape Echo, he needs a concrete answer. The past three years has had Leo in a sea of uncertainty in regards to his relationship status with Chase, and as Leo says himself "seeing you leave on that train was too much."

For Leo, getting on that train meant leaving all that he and Chase went through in Echo behind for a future that neither of them can predict. He's terrified of what that could mean; Maybe they'll work out, maybe they won't. Maybe they'll be friends, maybe they'll never talk again. Why take that risk when the two can stay in Echo? Echo, just like Aionios, is stagnant and decaying; things stay the same and end up right where they began. Stuck in a cycle.

But Leo's good ending follows a different path. Here, Chase directly and unquestionably cuts things off with Leo. Chase forces Leo to move on by giving him a hard answer, making sure that the wolf simply cannot continue to hold onto the idea of their relationship rekindling.

And what does Leo do in response? Nothing. As Chase and the others flee on the train, Leo stands and stares; Dejected.

In this ending, Chase lives. However it is more similar to M's death in terms of what it does to Leo and the overall narrative. Just as M's death did for N, Chase's rejection forced Leo from the perfect eternity he tried so desperately to craft for the two of them. Leo is forced to move on without Chase, and it crushes him. In his despair and grief, he is left alone by the side of the tracks in the dark.

Two years later, Chase returns to Echo with Kudzu to formally say goodbye to the town and Leo. In these two years, Leo has undergone a lot of change. He too is leaving Echo, moving back in with his parents, and he's no longer wearing the anchor bracelet. In these past two years, Leo ahs come to terms with the fact that he and Chase are over.

Leo has managed to escape the cycle and has come to accept the future that awaits him. He's no longer wearing that anchor bracelet; which not only symbolized Leo and Chase's bond, but also the way it tied Leo down. it symbolizes the way the weight of what the past meant for him kept Leo from moving forward and embracing the changing world around him.

And his route ends with the pair parting ways.

Through both leaving Echo and moving on from Chase, Leo is stepping into an unpredictable and uncertain future. He doesn't know what will happen or whether he'll ever see Chase again, but he's content with that. In a town where all you can do is go in circles, he has managed to get free of that burden and forge his own path in life.

Over in Aionios, Ouroboros make their way within Origin and confront N. When they find the Consul, he's no longer sulking alone, but standing ready for a fight. Now that M is gone, now that all he has sacrificed for hundreds upon hundreds of years has been for nothing, he feels empty.

It doesn't matter what happens to N anymore, he just wants to make others feel the same pain and suffering he's feeling. This is comparable to the two years Leo spent dealing with Chase's absence post-Echo. Rather than wallowing alone however, N is taking out his sorrow and guilt on Ouroboros. He's lashing out, as he knows that his eternity is gone.

Ouroboros and Consul N fight, and after a long battle N is defeated again. It is here that N and Ouroboros — in particular Noah and Mio — have a heart-to-heart with him, serving as his inner conscious in a manner similar to that of self-reflection. The pair get N to realize that he fucked up, and nothing he does will bring M back nor will it make everything he has done right. But importantly, they empathize with him, understanding his reasons and how hard it was for him to keep up that act. They convince him to not allow the past to define him and to instead atone for his actions and move forward. And their words, as well as M's, finally get through to him.

N and Noah fuse together, giving N a chance not to redeem himself, but to atone and move forward with his life. He joins Ouroboros to destroy the last remaining Moebius, Moebius Z, and to set the world free from stagnation.

Moebius and Ouroboros, the symbols themselves, are two sides of the same coin. Both are cycles, seemingly endless paths looping in on themselves. But whereas a Moebius strip ends where it started, and Ouroboros ends one loop with the birth of something new. Moebius is an endless cycle of stagnation. Ouroboros is the endless cycle of change and rebirth.

Ouroboros goes on to destroy Moebius Z, the collective unconscious given physical form by the dense collection of fear and anxiety over the fate of their worlds that the respective people of Bionis and Alrest within Origin's systems felt as their universes threatened the other with oblivion.

As Origin reboots and Aionios falls apart, Ouroboros separate as they're dragged along with their respective universe. N has done it. He, similar to Leo, has managed to move on from eternity. he has allowed Aionios to be destroyed and has stepped into an uncertain tomorrow. From here, no one knows what will happen. Maybe Origin will fail and both universes cease to be. Maybe everything will go to plan and the worlds no longer are at risk of destroying each other. If it does succeed and the universes safely merge together again, there's a chance that Noah, Mio, and the rest of Ouroboros won't be alive to see it, thus never meeting each other again.

But they're content with that.

Consul N from Xenoblade Chronicles 3 and Leo Alvarez from Echo Project's Echo VN are both complex and interesting characters that explore the human desire to cling to what's familiar and reject painful or unsatisfactory change. And through them, we see how staying in the past can be harmful not just to the self, but to those around you. Through these two characters, Monolithsoft and the Echo Project team tell the audience that it's okay to be afraid of how things might turn out, that it's okay to want to stay close to what's familiar. But if you resist change, if you do everything in your power to keep yourself in an endless now, that you'll do nothing but cause harm. So look forward to tomorrow, for it is a bundle of possibilities. And just

Walk on.

[writingmeraki]

i heart u !

a min ho drabble !

genre : fluff. ( disgustingly cute )

pairing : minho x gn!reader, established relationship.

warnings : none except Minho is a menace but he's your menace :D ( not edited or proofread. )

author's note : this was a pretty random idea I got 😭 but also a little gift as a celebration to xo kitty getting a season 2 !!!! 🥳 ( praying for more minho screen time but also dae my boy deserving better :( confused on yuri & kitty endgame 🤞or minho & kitty ) anyways enjoy this minho brainrot i offer u and let me know what you think !!! let's also ignore the quality of the minho pics thanks xx also this is my third time trying to upload this i will cri if this doesn't upload now

word count : 1.1k

It'd been exactly two hours, twenty seven minutes and four seconds, five seconds, six seconds…

"You know I can feel your eyes burning into my face."

Putting down your biology textbook aside for a minute before you turned to face the one who’d been looking at you as though you’d disappear at any given moment.

Minho stared at you, now narrowing his eyes as he scoffed lightly,

"I'm not staring."

You deadpanned him as you raised an eyebrow.

"Okay then, do what you called me here to do. Study."

You nonchalantly said, ignoring the slight pout forming on your boyfriend's face because today you definitely didn't need to waste any time.

"Oh come onnnn it's been almost 3 hours!"

He said in a whiny tone that even if you didn't want to, made you bite your inner cheek to prevent yourself from grinning.

You wouldn't think he would complain about not getting attention because he didn't ever have to actually. If he wanted it, he'd get it unasked, be it from your friends or you.

But lately, both Q and Dae had been busy with their own studies, hence that also meant spending less time with their other best friend.

And as for you, you weren't one to deny your oh so lovely boyfriend of attention, in fact you'd welcome him with open arms when he would suddenly hug you tightly or when he'd kiss you at any given moment.

Unfortunately for him, you'd also been busy with your own studies, having to work a bit harder since you struggled in a few subjects.

Still, you paid no mind as you continued to read over the text about chromosomal disorders even if you could see from the corner of your eye that Minho had moved closer to you.

You had both decided to study together, having done your studying alone in your dorm but on his insistence to study together, you agreed to come over to his place, currently sitting at his desk with all your necessary items laid out.

"Why do you even need to continue studying when you have the most handsome, amazing, fantastic and bloody hot guy right by your side?"

Snorting at him, you turned your gaze to look at him from the corner of your eye,

"Please, I'd never say bloody hot, that is such a…British thing to say."

"So you do admit everything else is right?"

He smugly said as he smirked at you.

"I don't have time to feed your ego, I'm busy."

Sighing, you turned away from him as you now moved your chair to have your back facing him.

If you could have been able to see his expression, you'd probably have laughed because he just puffed and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. He felt even more frustrated because frankly he was tired of studying now.

Suddenly he got an idea that he knew would make you give in to him and as much as he found your current ignorance appealing, he'd never admit that to you, he wanted your attention then and there, and with him.

Scribbling on a piece of paper, a cheesy equation he'd found on instagram while scrolling on his explore page, yet he knew you'd find it adorable.

9x - 7i > 3 ( 3x - 7u )

9x - 7i > 9x - 21u

-7i > - 21u

i <3 u.

Lastly, finishing it off by drawing a small heart and adding a " ;) " at the end.

He folded the paper and quietly moved behind you, putting his hand above your head and slipping the note on the page you were reading.

Your gaze shifted to the sudden movement, curiously eyeing the note that was laid in front of you.

Putting your book on your lap, you opened the note with a little suspicion, Minho's face having a small grin upon successfully diverting your attention.

The second you opened the note, you read over the contents still keeping a straight face up until you saw the small "i <3 u” with a little winky face.

Snorting at the cheesiness of the note with an equation you were pretty sure you’d seen saved one of your plenty Pinterest boards,

“Love, we don’t even have a maths exam next, we have biology.”

Turning your chair you faced him, you bit your lower lip to prevent the grin from showing on your face.

It was Minho’s turn to now deadpan you,

“Even after I wrote such a…such a meaningful message portraying my true feelings, yet you’re still worried about studying when it’s almost been three hours already and you’re not even paying attention to me or what I want to say.”

“Babe I’m pretty sure I already saw this on Pinterest...and not to mention this is just 8th grade algebra.”

He glared at your words after his overdramatic speech to which you couldn’t help but burst out in giggles, he seemed like an angry little puppy when he glared at you like that.

“Okay okay fine, what do you want to do? I should take a study break anyways”

You asked putting aside the book, making sure to carefully place the note between the pages acting as a bookmark you’d always cherish.

With those words, it was as if a switch was flipped on his attitude and his eyes lit up as he grinned,excited to finally have your attention.

“So what I'm saying is we should…”

[ A few hours later, still, your “fifteen-minute break from studying suddenly extended to hours, as usual. ]

Laying on Minho’s bed, you’d both finished watching the final episode of a show that you binged on together, the laptop going into sleep mode since having been ditched after a while.

Minho laid down with his head in your lap, you sitting upright as you caressed his hair, something you loved to do and well who was Minho do deny his lover's affection when he admittedly loved it just as much, maybe even more.

"You know, I know I say you should be lucky to have me but honestly I got lucky having you."

He said randomly while looking at you, a gentle smile on his face and gaze shining with sincerity.

Even if it was quite a simple sentence, your heart still fluttered at the sincere tone and you too now had a small grin forming.

You hummed, now smiling at him, nodding as you pushed your fingers through his hair strands, gently patting them down as well.

"I meant it though. What I wrote in that…note." He said grinning up at you.

"Though I'm sad you didn't take me seriously at first." He slightly pouted to which you giggled at how offended his tone was.

"That's because you're an absolute idiot." You told biting your lip and just as he was about to protest, you leaned down and pecked his lips to shut him up, smiling at the way he complied so easily to you.

Moving back a bit, you whispered so tenderly as if the words should only be between you two.

"But you're still my idiot and I love you too."

all written works as well as images and edits (unless credited) belong to pri. do not plagiarise, repost, re-edit or claim as yours. pics mostly found on pinterest.

writingmeraki Ⓒ 2023

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[officialdaydreamer00]

Good Old-fashioned Lover boy

in which he pines for you in his unique ways

format: song lyrics drabbles

characters: cater, jade, floyd, malleus

content: pining; no thoughts, head empty, only fluff; irene's favourite love languages: singing, dancing, physical touch and quality time; severe brainrot for queen's GOFLB

reader is not yuu, reader is gender neutral

song used:

"I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things

We can do the tango, just for two"

cater would take you to the light music club room an hour or two before the official meeting time. he would strum his guitar in a more gentle manner than his usual upbeat style, and he would sing songs that he thought you would love, keeping your song preference in mind. there were times he would play songs you both knew by heart, and he would extend his hand to you, as you both dance away in the empty club room. just the two of you.

he might not say it out loud, but he adored those moments. they were short but sweet, and he cherished them with his entire heart so long as it is still beating. because those moments are the ones he shares with you.

"I can serenade and gently play on your heartstrings

Be your Valentino, just for you"

jade leech is a busy man. besides his schoolwork, his role as the vice housewarden, and his own club, he barely has much time to be with you. and oh how he hates it.

the next time he sees you, he would invite you to his club room, keeping you close to him as you both take care of the mushrooms. he would even hum the merfolks' entrancing melodies that he learned before his venture on land. oh how he adores that cute little blush you adorn every time his gloved hand brushes yours, or when you sneak glances at him thinking that he wouldn't notice. it puts a silly smile on his face, knowing one day you would sing with him a perfectly harmonised melody of your own.

he doesn't mind waiting for you, he is a patient man after all. he doesn't mind, as long as you choose him in the end.

"Hey, boy, where'd you get it from?

Hey, boy, where did you go?

I learned my passion in the good old-fashioned school of lover boys"

there are many words people would use to describe floyd. spontaneous, unpredictable, bat-shit crazy. but never in his life has he heard someone calling him "passionate", and that dumb brave soul being you.

so naturally, he was intrigued. the little shrimpy wasn't afraid of him? but you were so tiny and fragile and cute, he could just eat you up! he decided to stick with you for a few days, just to make sure :)

you really weren't afraid of him or his infamous squeezes, you even reciprocated most of them! floyd was ecstatic, he ultimately decided to greet you every day with squeezes and hugs reserved just for you shrimpy!

you wouldn't refuse his growing affections for you right, shrimpy? after all, he has binded his heart with yours, he likes you too much to let you go <3

"I'd like for you and I to go romancing

Say the words, your wish is my command"

malleus is THE textbook definition of a good old-fashioned lover boy.

a literal crowned prince, the future ruler of a land, and one of the most powerful mages in all of twisted wonderland. that's who he is. to say you have someone of such status falling for you, people would brush it off as a joke due to how utterly ridiculous that claim sounded.

of course, outsiders wouldn't know the entire details. your late night rendezvous are something malleus looks forward to the most in his years long time being alive. you are the first ever friend he made, and the only friend he had, it is only natural he grew emotionally attached to you. his affections were more and more obvious with each night you spent together, talking and dancing the night away, how his eyes were on you, and you only, and how he gave your hand a tender kiss at the end of each meeting before he (regretfully) had to return to his dorm.

he hoped you could reciprocate his love one day, and he would wait for you, until the end of time.

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[satangcrush]

Oh and the Horrors of Econs as well!! If you don't mind, hehe <3

HAIIIII EDEN <3 this particular fic is currently one of my favs to write huehue (ill let you have a sneak although the teaser is set to be up tomorrow or thurs hehe):

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You were going to kill Solomon.

It’s a well-known fact that that guy was shady but really? Was he trying to give you an express pass straight to Death’s doorstep or something? Maybe he had always harboured a secret dislike for you because why on earth did the Economic textbook he lent you summon a--demon?!

“Human. Are you done staring at me?” The man--no, demon? brushes off the dust on the back of his pants. Wait, were those cow prints you see? No, wait. What are those hideous things draped across his neck? And, what was with his disaster of a shirt? For a second, you thought you had teleported to an alternate Jojo Bizarre Adventure universe.

”Your outfit is ugly as hell.” You blurted out, hands delayed in flying up to cover your mouth when you realised the words had escaped from you. The man--no, demon turns with flashing eyes, his tail swishing dangerously behind him. Oh my god, were those spikes embedded in them? Suddenly, you regret ever opening your mouth. This is why people always tell you to keep your mouth shut when you are in a sleep-deprived state. You could feel sweat beading at the side of your temple as you slowly backed away, edging to the bedroom door.

“Are you courting death, little lamb?” He hissed, taking a step closer. You took furtive glances around the room, swallowing hard when you realised the only makeshift weapon you had was the Econs textbook that Solomon had lent you.

The demon’s eyes had narrowed into slits, breathing coming out hot and heavy as if he was poised to attack you at a moment’s notice. Your grip on the textbook tightened as he advanced nearer to you, now a couple of steps away.

“Answer me, human--” The demon mocked you again, arms stretching forward presumably to attack you as you--

You threw the textbook at him.

Thud!

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i have so many ideas on this and I cant wait to expand on it (the only horror here is writing), also I literally went back to read up on my economic textbook for this LOL. i hope no economic majors read my fic which is definitely riddled with issues

but anyways some fun facts about this!

Satan doesn't actually know why he responds to the reader's summon. (I took a lot of liberty with the magic here tbh. but solmare doesn't know how to write their characters/world-building properly so it doesn't matter if I butcher it!)

Also, this is set in the current universe? Kinda. Everything is the same except there is no human summoned to the Devildom. So this fic could be set before SWD happens or maybe not? It's up to the reader's interpretation hehe.

also this fr happened because I just really wanted to write a college au and then BAM! what if reader summon a demon. BAM! satan brainrot.

thank u for sending in an ask btw hehe :>

tagging: @eraofkalki hehe (thank you for asking!)

[crazylittlejester]

DAILY BRAINROT

I'm annoyed that I've been so busy all month, but I get a whole week off of work now, so I'm finally going to be able to tackle the fic I want to write for pride month. 🏳‍🌈 Which means it's finally gender & orientation headcanon time.

Note: These headcanons are specifically for this fic, because I'm indecisive and will likely be mixing things up between WIPs.

Sky - Knows he's queer and polyamorous, but hasn't really figured things out beyond that. Currently waffling between labels.

Wind - Queer in general, and a demiboy. Any pronouns except she/her, and pretty much just does whatever feels right.

Hyrule - Aromantic, but not asexual. Was adopted by queer women, and identifies as a man for now but is questioning some things.

Time - Currently questioning, but did figure out that he's queer because Malon is. Used to have a crush on Sheik.

Twilight - Textbook bisexual disaster. Is very closeted right now, and very paranoid, but is determined to make a better life for himself.

Warriors - Aroace and trans. Is very comfortable with his identity, but struggles a lot with gender dysphoria and his trauma.

Four - Doesn't really talk about it, but probably is gay and definitely is asexual. Also uses they/them pronouns.

Legend - Pansexual and demiromantic. Has pretty much avoided dating because of that and being bigender.

Wild - Asexual and 100% committed to relationship anarchy. Has settled on being genderqueer and is in a polyamorous QPR.

i love these so much you absolutely cooked here oh my GOD

thank you for sharing, as always !!

[silkandcolognes]

intro !

BASICS !

name— sky

pronouns— she/they

age— 16

ethnicity— black (🇰🇪 + 🇯🇲)

FACTS !

i am a lesbian (if it wasn’t clear from the desc!)

lowk the textbook definition of an enfp ngl

love love LOVE music like i always have to be listening to smth (spotify is actually my most used app 😭)

on that note, i am a kpop stan (i say that like i don’t have a kpop idol as a pfp) HOWEVER i do have a music taste outside of that i swear if anyone was wondering i am a loona, dc, and lesserafim ult :)

i am very much a r&b girlie like one of my fave genres fr (current fave artists are; kali uchis, FLO, and steve lacy) bro if there are any flo fans reading this literally be my friend rn

i am a theater kid, specifically musical theater! i am pretty involved in theater at my school and i love to act, dance, and sing!

mint chocolate chip defender (i do not take opinions from mint chocolate chip antis idcidc 🙄🤚🏾)

mostly here to read and also interact with ppl make some friends? i actually do write and if i feel comfortable or ig inspired enough, i might take up writing on here. but for the meantime imma just support ppl who write <3

now the part y’all (probably) have been waiting for, the fandoms list!! i am into the following fandoms: atsv/itsv, grishaverse, stranger things, pjo

that being said, my fandoms tend to change every so often, especially like the amount of content i consume for certain fandoms

what i am trying to say is that my fixations are not constant, they switch up after a while

but rn i am very much fixated on atsv (the gwen stacy brainrot is so real y’all)

OH also here are my fave characters from each fandom; gwen stacy (atsv), zoya (grishaverse), robin (stranger things), and leo valdez (pjo)

other faves include; santana, marley, & mercedes (glee), catra (she ra), nikolai & jesper (grishaverse), darren (heartbreak high), azula (atla), and velma kelly (chicago)

i think that’s all! also request box is open, feel free to use that. also my messages are open if anyone wants to reach out for whatever! i am always down to make a friend <3

[mickeytheticklee]

Reassurance

Pairing: Ler!Alex Nunez x Lee!Reader

Summary: You've been struggling to have the courage to tell Paige about you dating Alex

Warning: Tickling, kissing, this was based on s5 expect if there's a part two it'll probably talk about how Paige dislikes Alex bc they used to date

An: Degrassi brainrot is real ig

“So about Banting-"

The days inch close until graduation. Everyone can feel the sense of freedom and unlimited parties once the heavy exam loads are done. Yet there's people, like Paige, who isn't stressed about exams, and instead gives a whole history lesson about Banting. Her dream school and lifelong dream she won't shut up about while her friends are crammed in between the books.

“Paige, we appreciate all this info but can you please keep it down. The most important test of my life is planted on a Wednesday.", says Marco, reviewing his textbooks. She pouts, continuing to look at the brochure once again. You were at The Dot with fellow friends Paige, Marco, Hazel, and Ellie. You didn't know how you were lumped in the same vicinity as cheerleader Paige. First you were close with Ellie, then shared a lot of common interests with Marco, now suddenly you were close besties with Paige. Extremely close, that she once told you her darkest secrets. Yet you haven't been completely honest with her. That you've been denying the cute girls Paige has been setting you up with because there was one girl on your mind. Not really in your mind, but you've been secretly dating her that now she can never leave your mind. But the girl who you were dating wasn't really a fan of Paige.

“How do you feel...about Alex...from first period?", You ask, not letting a worry go off in your head. By the tables silence and avoiding eye contact you knew it was a regret to bring her name up.

“The bully's girlfriend Alex?", she questions. You knew that would come up because of her bad rep. She used to date this bully who had a notorious name in Degrassi. He did all kinds of crimes, anything you can list he probably did. She rarely ever discusses it, whenever you bring up the topic she shuts you down or shuts me up with a kiss. But she's definitely changed compared to the first time you've locked eyes with her. Instead of calling you a freak in the hallways she can barely contain her smile when you act clumsy in public.

“She's nice and cool...has nice fashion.", You say, trying to relate Alex to Paige. Paige isn't too eager about it, especially of the option of you and Alex. You can tell, that's why you shutter whenever you make any nice compliment about her.

“Hon you aren't thinking about hooking up with Alex right?", Paige asks, raising an alarm to your head. Suddenly the homework doesn't matter as they all stare at you, hoping for an answer. You didn't know how to respond. Spill your guts out that you and Alex have been dating and expect a lengthy lecture from Paige. Or lie, and forget you even asked such a stupid question to Paige. Even if you wanted the truth to come out a filthy lie rushed thru your lips instead.

“No! But-"

“I know there isn't much fish in the sea at Degrassi but once I go to Banting they'll be cute girls I can introduce you too.", Paige says, cutting you off. You let out a heavy sigh to yourself, wondering when's the day you can tell her about your secret relationship without her giving you the silent treatment. Maybe these types of secrets were best kept to yourself instead of your close friend.

Later on you stop by Alex's place, having a doggy bag for her to eat from The Dot. As her parents were on a cruise together Alex had the whole place to herself. Which meant everyday sleepovers and waking up wearing her tank tops and baggy jeans. You knock on the door, immediately she opens with the biggest smile on her face. None of her friends knew of you two becoming a couple, she was sure they were going to have the same disgusted look as Paige over falling in love with a bookworm. She wraps you in a tight hug, picking you up and closing the door right behind you. You guys kiss, sucking mouth and tongue as if you guys have been separated for a whole year. In the school air you two had to pretend to dislike each other until an enclosed area comes along to makeout in.

“Bought you some food for your hard work.", you say, setting the food on the counter to cling into Alex's neck.

“Thanks babe.", she says, smiling and giving you a passionate kiss. She wants her burger on the couch, letting you sit on her lap. You were still down about earlier with Paige. You wondered why she was so quick denying the thought of you and Alex?

“What's gotten you so pouty?", Alex asks, noticing you looking adorably sad with the lip quiver and arms crossed.

“I'm trying to get Paige to like you but it's not working.", you say, upset at another failed plan. There's plenty of incidents where you mentioned Alex and Paige seemed to pay no attention. The times during periods you try to compliment Alex but it ends in an insult by the infamous Paige. It just leaves in awkward moment and unexplainable tension that she always laughs at. Not that your desperation to get them to be buddies fails but she can't even imagine herself being friends with her number one enemy.

“When are you going to realize that the universe is trying to make sure me and Paige stay enemies for life.", Alex says, making a joke out of it. You try to be serious, knowing that it's tearing you apart that you can't tell anyone you're dating Alex. The only person who was suspecting the chemistry was Marco, but he's never questioned you yet.

“I'm serious, we've been dating for five months and no one knows."

“There's nothing wrong with keeping secrets, were like spies.", Alex says, joking again causing you to whine. She then gives up the comedy act and gets real with you. She knew the friendship with Paige meant a lot to you even if they don't get along.

“Look, I know how you feel but at least Ellie likes me, and Marco and I can tolerate talking to each other.", Alex says, bringing up your other close friends. Ellie and Alex seem to be friends after one random night of gambling. Marco and Alex were once presidential buddies so he seems rather chill about Alex. You sort of feel better, even if Paige will freak you know Ellie and Marco will support you.

“You're right.", You say, stopping your pout.

“I know you wanna tell Paige, but it needs to your time. Don't force yourself because you have to okay?", Alex says, her brown eyes becoming a distraction to you. You smile and lean in to kiss her, your hands caressing her cheeks. Her hands lay on your waist, suddenly curling up to make a small shiver all over your body. You thought to ignore it until those small nails trailed over your stomach, grazing thru your lower back. You giggle, trying to make sure Alex's sticky fingers stay into place.

“Babe stop! I swear-", You say, trying to threaten her but you are the least scary in Alex's eyes. She loves letting her hands freeform around your body, including your ticklish stomach.

“Oh really? What are you going to do? Tell me?", She asks, expecting a lovely detailed answer from you. You sat there on her lap, your hands close your face so you can avoid how good she is at teasing you. You felt your cheeks burning with embarrassment and her just waiting to pin you down and have all the fun with you. She pokes upon your armpits causing a small squeal out of your mouth.

“Stop tickling me hehehe!!", You say, giggling at the mighty pokes to your armpits. Then does a few fingers over your soft neck, causing you to scrunge up in laughter.

“Sorry if I go insane whenever you wear my clothes.", Alex says, still letting a finger go in your armpits. As much as you wanted to squirm and fight for tickles somehow armpits were a major spot you melted for. Her tickles and the whispers while doing it was the best feeling for you. Alex's home was known for not having air conditioning and summer was rolling around quicker. So you sometimes grab one of her shirts or crop top so you aren't dying of the heat. At first she was annoyed by her clothes disappearing, since she rarely does laundry. But seeing how they fit you and how she can't resist tickling you she encourages it.

“Stop stop STOP HAHAHA.", you demand, laughing as she kisses your neck. She hugs you tighter, knowing you're too ticklish and not strong enough to defend yourself back. You've always been insecure of your ticklish neck. It always comes at the wrong time when you two kiss. Alex never wants you to forget about your special sweet spot, and how she absolutely loves it.

“Stop? You're not putting in a lot of effort to fight me back.", Alex says, being a tease. You decided to square up, using all your power to pin her down on the couch. But Alex works her ass off carrying heavy boxes from her movie theater job, so this was a losing game. That and you didn't even have a clue how to pin someone down. She pins you down, using all of her weight to kiss your neck and blowing raspberries until the squeaky laughter gets heard thru the thin apartment walls.

“HAHAHAHAALLLLEXX!!", You scream with laughter as your covered in ticklish neck raspberries. Alex smiles at your suffering while holding your wrists close to your chest. She does a few more before settling back to the neck kisses, realizing you were laughing with tears in your eyes. Even if Alex's favorite hobby was to tickle you she makes sure to take a few steps back in case she's hurting you. The reassurance that you beg for more shows that Alex isn't doing enough tickling. She stops for a moment, resting her chin on your chest to make sure you're breathing correctly.

“Can you do it again please?", You ask politely, the excitement and adrenaline rushing thru you. Alex kisses your cheek, loving the rush and thrill of tickling you.

“Gosh, you're so needy.", Alex says, joking as she's more affectionate than you. She would cry if she wasn't the little spoon with you. She does another round of raspberries throughout your neck while also tickling your armpits. You laugh, kicking your little feet with your legs trapped under Alex. She stops when your laughter becomes silent from the tickles.

“HAHAHAGAHA!!", You laugh before the silence got to you. She kisses your face and says I love you numerous times as you do nothing about it. You giggle and ruffle her short brown hair. Still those lovely tickles and face kisses still weren't enough for you. You wanted her to do more, even though Alex had an enormous load of school work to do. Also you never told your parents you were spending a few extra hours at Alex's place, just the two of you.

“Wait! Can you give me tummy tickles? Then I'll leave you alone and won't ask you for them anymore?", You ask, Alex getting up but only to adjust her stance on the couch. You felt bad for repeatedly asking her, even though it's her favorite past time to tickle you to tears.

“You don't have to feel bad, I love tickling you.", Alex says, pinching your cheek. She starts off with this intense stare, causing fear and panic in you. It makes you think she'll attack and dig in all your spots that you can't hide. Inching her fingers close your tummy that was exposed by Alex. It makes you close your eyes tightly but open them back up again to see what tricks she might do. Even if it's the same method, you enjoy it and the small teases that come with it.

“Tickletickletickle.", She says, going super lightly on the belly. You like the anticipation build up over some lovely tummy tickles. That soon make you crazy within every tummy shiver and slight move you make to your body. Her fingers move everywhere, scribbling one place until moving to the next or moving around. You tried to hold it out, but those hips Alex loves makes you lose it. That and your sides are such weak spots with tickles.

“HEHEHESTOPSTOP!!", You say, although your small wiggles give it away that you want more.

“Baby I thought you were supposed to be strong. Build that stamina up.", Alex says, teasing how sensitive you are. You keep giggling and giggling as you dish in Alex's soothing tickles. Eventually you two snuggle for awhile, feeling sad that soon you would have to leave and be seperated from your boo. Tomorrow was soon, and you had another day of persuading Paige and getting lovely tickles from Alex.

[heyhellohihowareyou]

Let's get both of our current brainrot boys for the ask game, please:

Maehara for 7, 15 and 18!

Ren for 2, 5 and 27!

TEAM WOMANIZER!

Ask thing

Maehara

7. A quote of them that you remember

“We’re talking mucho dinero!” from the bug hunting episode

15. Worst storyline they had

*Sighs* I lament how the retaliation arc could have been so SO much better than it turned out. For what’s it’s worth, I’m neutral on it now and I think the first part was okay! Still, it could’ve been great 😓

18. How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

Textbook definition of leash kid. Luckily, he met Isogai early on and it helped him mellow out a bit cause who knows what would’ve happened 😆

Ren

2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like

Lowkey not sure. I just knew out of the B5, I liked him the most (besides Shuu obviously 😆) but you definitely added

5. My favorite ship of them

Oh, you know 💜💚

27. If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

I want him to interact with the Ouran highschool cast. No one in particular I just think it’d be funny 😆

[a-not-so-sure-artist]

Was looking back at my old Twinsomnia fan art and decided to bring back some characters, aka make them somewhat relevant to whatever story my other OCs for this mod have!

Meet Joyce! She and Nicole have been friends since elementary days, and they along with others are the 4th/5th most popular kids in their school.

Joyce doesn’t know of Nicoles little crush yet, and tbh neither does Nicole at the moment. She does end up discovering her identity/feelings as time goes by, confesses to Joyce and they soon become a couple! (and even marry in the future <3)

Joyce doesn’t really try or even care about popularity. She’s simply well known because of how “perfect” the kids at school see her as, her family being loaded and her being a graceful Ballet dancer and all. It’s rather Nicole who’s crazy about climbing the middle-school social ladder xD

And here we have the baby himself who gets too much screentime, Lucas! He’s the textbook definition of “The Neighbor’s Kid” and unfortunately happens to live in the same area as Nicole and Leon.

Lucas…is not the most well behaved. Sure he can be calm and tolerable some days, but that’s only when he has a bottle of milk and his concerningly sentient ipad in hand. If he doesn’t have any of those, tantrums ensue and he attempts to destroy anything in his path until he gets what he wants.

Poor homie’s entire sleep pattern is ruined, and it’s mostly due to that scary ah ipad that hypnotizes him with YouTube kids brainrot. If only there were like two or more magical babysitters who could possibly help this child with his sleepless nights <:0 <:0

[gold-onthe-inside]

it's finals week and i have oc brainrot and zero time to write fics so instead i'm gonna do a masterpost of things i come up with while studying.

derek, piper, and spencer have big 'oldest child, middle child, youngest child' energy where derek will tell piper to make sure spencer doesn't do something stupid (like take off his vest and confront an unsub) and then piper will do something stupid (like confront the unsub unarmed)

emily, penelope, and piper bring a very emo, goth, punk vibe to the table that make people uncomfortable, especially during halloween parties where they agree to come as witches. emily has a very haunted evanescence vibe, penelope goes full goth, and piper's gone full punk with piercings and earrings and metal rings.

putting rossi and piper in a kitchen together is a huge mistake. he's a purist, she's a perfectionist, and the only time they cooperate is to tell emily and spencer to get away from the knives.

piper and jack are huge thrill seekers. she teaches him to rock-climb and dive into pools and when he's still 5-7 years old, he comes with hotch and piper on their saturday morning runs with a scooter to motivate them. for his 12th birthday, piper buys him a skateboard and shoulder/knee pads and a helmet and teaches him how to skate.

piper and hotch have a very similar sense of humour, and a couple years into the job, they only have to look at each other with barely noticeable smirks.

after gideon leaves, piper notices how arson cases/cases involving children affect hotch just that little bit more than the rest of them and she offers to take the lead in interviewing victims/taking down unsubs

despite being relatively new to the team, hotch puts an immense amount of trust in piper when she wants to follow a tangent, even if it'll get him in trouble with strauss.

piper and derek are both defensive instructors at the academy, and they both have very different teaching styles. derek's a little more instructional, like teaching them to paddle before they start swimming. piper throws her students in the deep end, she's a lot tougher on them, and she doesn't hold back as much when they're sparring with her. the students definitely prefer derek as an instructor, but piper's students always seem to perform a little bit better than his ones.

piper and spencer both teach psych 101 classes at the academy, and while they're very good separately, when they're teaching together, the class is jam-packed. students who aren't even taking the class show up because it. gets. heated. spencer's got a very textbook straightforward teaching style, piper's is experiential-based case study style teaching, and they butt heads. a lot.

rossi asks piper to beta-read his books for her perspective and when he gets them back, she's given him more edits than the editor he actually has.

piper's journals every case, good or bad, and keeps an eye on every criminal they've arrested -- making sure they're being treated appropriately, whether they're getting the help they need etc.

henry and piper have a big parallel play vibe where they don't talk much, but he'll sit beside her and draw with his crayons while piper works on her caseload and they'll both sip from their mugs -- his drink of choice is orange juice (extra pulpy) and hers is tea.

piper takes extra effort to make sure the bau spouses (haley, will, savannah, kristy etc.) all feel as included as possible because she knows how exclusionary it can feel. she'll take the time to find out what their favourite foods are, and if they're doing a whole cook-out thing, she'll make the kind of food they like.

technically, penelope and spencer are the go-to god-parents, but piper's always in the background, making sure the kids are going to bed on time, that they're eating their veggies, that they've got their coats on if it's cold outside, and derek knows. so when he has hank, he asks piper to be the godmother, because there's no-one he trusts more to be a good parent.

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

I would love to hear some nessa/vana/tulkas/orome thoughts if you wanted to share?

Ohhhh yes I have so many thoughts. Firstly for the vibes I have one ultimate Brainrot Song For They which is The Cult of Dionysus by the Orion Experience.

Before I was actually shipping them they already all occupied the same place in my brain because they make a neat little box of relationships- Nessa and Orome are siblings, Tulkas and Vana are their spouses along with functionally being the "youngest" of the Valar (Vana the ever young, Tulkas the last to come to Arda), Orome and Tulkas have overlapping Domains of hunting and fighting and chase after Morgoth's beasties, Nessa and Vana are considered the weakest Valar and are associated with flowers and general disney princess vibes. That's the basis I was working on.

So it started with... probably Tulkas/Orome but Nessa/Vana wasn't far behind. Tulkas/Orome is peak "construct intricate rituals to touch other men by 'wrestling' in the forest" and also I thought their character vibes suited shipping very well (Tulkas "canonically laughs in battle" Astaldo and Orome "canonically constantly pissed off" Aldaron). Even the Tolkien Gateway article directly contrasts the two. I'm working with what I've got.

Nessa/Vana have textbook fairycore forest lesbian vibes. Making each other flower crowns and braiding each other's hair and dancing in a lush clearing with birds and butterflies and bees and delightful woodland creatures (not to mention Vana's plausible association with fertility ;) Quoth Tolkien Gateway: "Vána robed Nessa with her flowers for [Nessa's] wedding." Could this be gal pals? Sure! But where's the fun in that when it's super gay! This is the least feral pairing simply because of how they relate to each other, but they're also the most shameless.

Of course the problem is that I'm a chronic canon-shipper unless I Physically Cannot Stand it, and I do very much like Orome/Vana and Nessa/Tulkas because you get fun hunter/gardener and dance/dojo vibes respectively, so I fix this the same way that I fix every problem: polyamory!

Orome/Vana has definite Hades/Persephone vibes to me, but wilder and without the whole. Kidnaping thing. Yavanna even slots nicely into Demeter's role but again, no kidnapping. She's much more chill with her brother-in-law. I have many inarticulate vibes about Orome's Domain of the hunt and dying opposing and complimenting Vana's Domain of new life and fresh growth, and how hunters weren't supposed to kill deer in the spring. Because of this, I think Vana is one of the few Valar who has no subjugation(?) at all to Orome's Domain despite the clear nature overlap (others who wouldn't are Varda, Namo, Vaire, Nienna, and Aule, but that's because their Domains don't really overlap with his at all, except for Namo who as Death would overpower Dying.) They are, functionally, each other's force-pairs in Newton's third law- the equal and opposite reactions.

My love for Nessa/Tulkas is more characterization related: to me, they are the epitome of those 20-something Fitness Couples who keep those super detailed daily planners with spots to fill in how much water you drank, who make really healthy delicious looking meals with seemingly no effort and constantly drink various smoothies but like. Fantasy Flavor. Their idea of a hot date is to spot each other at the gym, and martial arts sparring. They would go feral for Capoeira. Crucially, they thrive off of this. Their relationship is astonishingly healthy and peppy and they serve as each other's hype-man. My vibes-only Valar-in-modern-society AU has them opening a strip mall dance class/dojo place.

So we have the siblings, and the spouses, and the spouse swap (which has some very funny crack potential, I specifically find it amusing to imagine Nessa calling dibs on Vana and tossing Tulkas to Orome before stealing her away (they are both very amused, Orome is vaguely aggravated because she could just ask for time with their wife)

Tulkas/Vana starts as something like a relationship of convenience, along the lines of "Hey, our spouses are busy chasing each other around like idiots for Sibling Shenanigans, want to make out?" but ends up as something not quite romantic but past... FWBs I guess lol. A foundation of their relationship is committing to the bit- If Nessa and Orome are arguing it's even odds as to who will side with who, but if either of them has an argument with Tulkas or Vana it is the other's sworn duty to side with their bestie, no matter how utterly stupid. They will "Yes-And" each other's stories into eternity, even if it's a blatantly untrue excuse. This drives their spouses absolutely insane because "I know you're lying, and I know you know I know you're lying, and I know for a fact that you weren't doing something as dumb as convincing Aule to put smiley face shapes in rocks" but they will double down. (The one time they did this to Yavanna while on a warpath was unintentional and terrifying once they realized, but they committed and got her so frustrated and confused that she bluescreened and stormed off, forgetting why she had been interrogating Vana in the first place). Basically, they bring out the idiot in each other, and despite having very little in common they get along very well. It is also important to me that I see their typical physical forms as being a massive, firey, golden-veined stone giant (Tulkas), and a young, uncanny, bug-eyed and golden-haired hobbit lass (Vana). To the Valar this doesn't really register as strange beyond vague inconvenience for interacting, but to any elves who see them hanging out together it Very Much Is.

To use the terms I used in Appointed, Orome and Vana are Counterpoints, Nessa and Tulkas, Nessa and Vana, and Orome and Tulkas are Harmonies, and Nessa and Orome are Tone-mates and Harmonies. Tulkas and Vana are not quite Harmonies but they harmonize regardless. Don't mind if this makes no sense lol.

[crownshattered-arch]

|| Good morning, everyone!!

Today's gonna be a day for me XDD I need to look over my exam and write the paper half once I get my textbook today. I'm also hoping to read for class.!! And DEFINITELY work on replies... So I may be around, but not fully. Tonight, I'll work on reaching out to the people I haven't replied OOC to.!! bc I feel so bad about that but haven't had a good moment to do that.....

ALSO, I'm thinking about changing around the primary/secondary statuses of my uses, especially turning Idia into a secondary muse rather than a primary!! This won't REALLY change anything, but my main purpose is to shift the focus a bit off of him. I'm usually writing him a LOT, which is totally fine and I love that so many people enjoy him, but writing him so often makes my muse plummet and I want to take some attention off of him before I literally can't write him anymore...!! I might move him back to primary again once I'm feeling better, but yeah!! (and Kristian and Alanna will be primary muses~)

oh, and i still have brainrot over ithaqua, so you may see some things for him today XDD maybe a tag drop....maybe a few opens....especially for his genshin verse.

Anyway, that's all!! Hope you guys have a great day!!

[nerdylilpeebee]

This person calls straight and bi people "breeders," thinks men view women as "weak stupid bitches," unironically uses "bipoc" as if that doesn't place two specific type of poc on a pedestal over all the rest, and calls white people "colonizers."

There's literally nothing about this person that gives them a right to anyone taking their opinion seriously. They are the textbook definition of a brainrotted leftist racist, sexist, heterophobic bigot who thinks they're in the right by default cuz they use leftist lingo and have a dark skin color.

OK but like seriously, what's your issue with minority only spaces? They are not that big a deal and hurt noone

[ceruleanmage]

Can’t stop thinking about how, once he finally showed a shred of vulnerability, Misato’s walls just completely crumbled.

He was so, so insecure and so nervous at the prospect of depending on people. Spending a lifetime blaming yourself for things and shutting out help from others will do that to you.

The walls he had built up around him were so high.

But then Futaba waltzes into his life and kicks the walls down.

Actually, no. He flew over them and weakened the foundation. Misato gave them the final push.

So after Misato took Futaba’s advice and was needy, every ounce of genuine happiness he’d kept concealed in those walls in fear of getting let down just poured out.

Watching a character who usually hides in the shadows begin to light up like the sun?

That’s one of the most satisfying things ever.

[gingerbreadmonsters]

thy fair imperfect shade

or: some dreams are much, much sweeter than others.

gn!reader, spicy sexy fluff and... angst? what?! that wasn’t the plan… the elliott brainrot is so unbelievably strong - in lieu of a hot boi summer audio for him, i offer this as a poor substitute. is it even possible canonically for dreamwalkers to dream involuntarily? let’s say yes. inspired by shakespeare’s sonnet 43. sunshine is gender neutral and their anatomy is not described - no particular… equipment required. elliott having a rather exciting evening for just over 2400 words.

edit: he does have a BA, i am an idiot - thank you @salem--bitch--trials and @softredrobin for reminding me, and giving me plans for this evening :)

this fic contains explicit content. 18+ only. minors please do not interact. thank you.

it begins, as it always does, with a smile.

you're sitting across from him, cross-legged on his bed, looking up from where your textbook is lying in your lap. it must be late afternoon by now, a soft wash of sun streaming in through the window and bathing his bedroom in gold, specks of dust tumbling past the windowsill. 

his face is warm, almost too warm, where the light falls, and he wonders absentmindedly if he should shut the curtains.

you’ve both been studying for… well, he’s not actually sure, now that he thinks about it. his thoughts drip slowly, like honey through his brain. it must have been a while though, because you’ve apparently had enough of staring down at your notes and decided, instead, to look at him. 

the beginnings of a smile - that sweet smile that he knows so well, the one that makes his heart stumble in his chest, the one that he’s so lucky to see - plays across your lips as your eyes meet his.

"...do i have something on my face?"

self-consciously, he shifts his weight a little on the bed as his hand comes up to rub over his jaw. you're still staring at him, eyes now fixed on where his fingers brush his lips, and he has to take in a big, shaky breath to push down the hopeful heat inside him when you slip the textbook out of your lap and lean towards him.

"well, not exactly."

your smile widens even further as you scoot across the cornflower blue of his bedspread to sit in front of him. surprised by - but certainly not complaining about - your sudden boldness, he does a sort of startled, awkward half-shuffle backwards, leaving him propped up against the headboard as your leg swings over his hips and your hands slide up to his shoulders. 

all of a sudden, his head is spinning as his senses spiral inwards, focused on nothing but the familiar heat of your chest so close to his, the teasing touch of your fingers through his shirt, the comforting weight of your body pressing down through his jeans. 

it all happens very fast, and once his brain stops malfunctioning, elliott comes to two very important realisations.

the first one is that you're close, now, very close, and he can see every minute facet of your face as you pin him against the bed. every eyelash that glints in the light, every tiny twitch of your lips as you smirk down at him, every line and bump and dot across your skin. everything, all of it, all at once. perfect, pristine detail.

the second one is that he feels very, very good. ordinarily, this wouldn’t be a bad thing, but the way you’re sitting almost on his hips means that if he starts feeling any better, then you’ll definitely be able to tell.

that’s a bit of a problem, because if anyone is able to have that particular effect on him, it’s you. 

“s-sunshine, uh, you-”

god, he’s really gonna have to concentrate if h- shit, you’re leaning forward to brush your lips against the curve of his cheek, and your hands are running up the sides of his neck and twisting into his hair, and there’s not a chance he makes it through this with his dignity intact. 

“what?” your voice in his ear sends a shiver right through him, jittery hands scrunching up cornflower blue cotton. your weight shifts forward, chest coming to press against his, and fuck, your hips tilt just so-

“nnnng- sunshine-!”

a finger presses against his lips, and his eyes fly open (wait, when did they close?). he takes another deep breath, but it’s a bit late for that now. fuck, you’ve definitely noticed his- uh, his predicament, if the mischievous look in your eyes is any indication. 

“please, yes, please, baby, i need…” he can’t say much, brain jammed full of affection and embarrassment and guilty arousal. you don’t say anything. you’re too busy hooking your index finger under his chin and kissing him absolutely boneless on his bed, on his bed, his bed that is in his room, the room you’ve hung out together in for years now, holy fuck you’re kissing him-

his hands come up to hold your waist, tentatively at first but with more and more confidence as your tongue smooths over his bottom lip. he hasn’t really been paying attention to what your hands are doing, although there’s definitely one cupping his jaw, so where’s the othe-

“sshhhh- ahhhhh!”

you - he - your hand - warm - his - !!!

your fingers are quick and deliberate as they find their prize - he lets himself relax into the electric feeling of your touch, into the sloppiness of your shared kiss, into the tightening of his stomach as your hand gets faster and faster. 

the two of you have never talked about this kind of thing before - hell, your first kiss had only been a few minutes ago - but he can’t pretend he hasn’t thought about it. about you, your lovely body and your lovelier mind. about the way you might look, above him, underneath him, relaxed and wanting in his lap. desperate, writhing, aching for him. content, sated, peaceful in his arms.

he can’t think. he doesn’t really want to. everything’s just so… slick - your lips, his lips, your hand, his-

ahem.

that is to say, his face is burning, and he knows that he’s not going to last much longer if you - nnnng - if you keep going like this.

“sunshine, i- mmm, sunshine, please…” you swallow his needy, drawn-out whimpers whole, pulling them up out of his lungs, scooping them out of his mouth with your quick tongue.

“not yet.”

before he can react, you’re already halfway down his body - sticky, shiny fingers tugging his jeans and boxers (thank god he hadn’t picked an embarrassing pair this morning) down. you look up at him, wide eyes full of love and searching for confirmation. 

he nods hurriedly, and that silver tongue of yours wastes no time in joining your fingers. the light streaming in through the window is suddenly overwhelming, bright and white and so very warm, and his eyes squeeze shut as you - oh, when you flick your tongue like that…

the whole world narrows down to this room, his room. the sunlight streaming through the window, the curl of your fingers, and the dark blue drips of saliva on cotton.

the sounds of your mouth on him are deafening in his quiet bedroom, elastic and wet and hungry. you wind your arms under his legs and grab his hips to pull yourself even closer, face buried in him, and his thighs can’t help but tremble against the sides of your head. 

it’s just too good, you feel too good, you, his best friend, his sunshine, the only one he’s ever wanted like this - the sloppy heat of your mouth, the firm press of your fingers, the soft look in your eyes as you look up at- shit, you’re looking up at him, he’s not - he can’t-

“ahhh - please, please… ”

the letters jumble in his throat, spilling out of his mouth without your lips there to catch them. it doesn’t matter - you know exactly what he’s going to say, and the vibrations of your voice make him keen, high and thin, as you speak.

“anything for you, elliott.”

he feels your smile, that smile, against him as he-

“let go, love.”

-just as he

wakes

up.

…

…

fuck.

he has to stop doing this.

elliott groans, groggy and low, and cracks one eye open. the view is the same as it had been when he’d got into bed - a dark room, curtains closed, blue bedsheets with no other occupant but him.

look, he doesn’t do it on purpose. it’s not like he wants to - well, he does, but not like that! 

the mattress creaks as he slumps back into his pillow. he tries not to think about it.

he… he likes liking you. he likes the way you make him feel, the comforting embrace of your friendship, unconditional and unwavering. the giddy shudder that races through him when you nestle yourself into his chest. the knowledge that there’s someone there who knows him, who always understands him, who he trusts and who trusts him in return.

the two of you are inseparable, always have been. you know things about each other that you’d never dare tell another soul, you’ve kept secrets for each other, covered for each other, shared homework and late-night phone calls and shopping trips for last-minute birthday presents.

it feels good, to be your friend. it feels good, to have a crush on you too. even if it might be painful sometimes, even if it makes his heart hurt when he can’t give you a proper kiss hello, or buy you a big bunch of pink flowers for valentines day. it’s all worth it for those moments when he can pretend  - when his brain fizzes because you said “ok, love you” when you hung up the phone, or your lips brushed his neck as you wrapped your arms around him.

he’s been crushing on you for what seems like forever, and he’d thought that he’d accepted that it would always be a crush. he’d always be your best friend, but that would be all, nothing more.

that was when the dreams began.

they’re never the same, and they catch him off guard every time - they might be several months apart, or they might be every night for a week.

(he doesn’t want to think about that week. it had been in the middle of summer, just after you’d gone to the beach together, and he hadn’t quite been able to look you in the eye for some time without remembering… well. let’s just say that his dreams that week had been very, very sweet.)

the scenarios vary, too. he’s dreamt about you in every way, in every place, in every state of being - some innocent, most less so. his dreamwalker brain, normally a blessing, becomes the bane of his existence.

you see, that’s the problem, isn’t it?

if he weren’t a dreamwalker, if he didn’t have all this power inside him, would he feel so guilty? he’s always lucid in his dreams to some degree, and while he sometimes doesn’t fully realise that these dreams of you aren’t real while they’re happening, there’s always a tingle in the back of his mind that tells him that you’re not really there. 

that he’s indulging himself in his filthy thoughts of you. that he’s getting off to the image of his sweet best friend.

he’s used to manipulating millions of variables at once, cells and atoms and the workings of the universe, and when that comes to someone like you, who he knows as well as he knows himself?

it means that when he sees you in his sleeping mind’s eye, you are perfect. you are perfect, and he hates it.

let him clarify - you are, of course, perfect all the time, and he adores you wholeheartedly. the problem is that he can replicate it, making a dream-you in his head that’s almost indistinguishable, and it makes him feel awful. 

he feels awful, because isn’t it kind of fucked up to be having dreams about that sort of thing with a- a clone of you? isn’t it kind of creepy, like fucking some kind of weird hyper-realistic sex doll and pretending it’s you? like, yeah, when other people have wet dreams, they’re also doing sort of the same thing, but they don’t have his processing power. they can’t make a dream like he can make you. 

they don’t know, in the moment, that it’s not real. he always knows, but he does it all the same. 

remembering the sound of your voice or the heat of your touch, those innocent moments in the daytime that fuel his nighttime… activities - is it wrong of him to replay those over and over in his mind, each time getting further and further away from the truth?

or is it okay? is it fine, what he’s doing? if he knows it’s not real, then he’s just fantasising - and that’s not a crime, is it? he’d never do anything like force himself onto you, or magically recreate his imagined delusions in the waking world, or invade your dreams and make you think of him the way he thinks of you. he’ll never do that sort of thing, not to you or to anyone. that’s the last thing he could ever want to do.

the bit that really fucks him up is that you don’t even know that he has magic, yet. that’s the worst part. you have no idea that he’s capable of making his fantasies indistinguishable from reality. he knows every detail of you - when he kisses you, when he touches you in his dreams, how is that different from if he’d done it to the real thing?

if you’re not actually there… it has to be different, right?

it breaks his heart, to know that he’s thinking such depraved things about his wonderful best friend. to ache for you, pine for you so sweetly in the daylight, and yet still be imagining you naked, touching himself to your perfect image. what kind of might-be-boyfriend could do that to you?

you’ll never know, at least. that’s something to be comforted by. he’s never tried to project his dreams into your head, so you’ve never seen them. dream-you is always eager, always so sweet and in love, so it’s comforting to know that even in his head, in the midst of his deepest desires, he’s never made you do anything you (well, dream-you) didn’t want to do. you’ll never know any of it.

you’ll never know how he dreams of you, how he wakes up to heavy breaths, a racing heart, a desperate fire in his stomach. how he lies there in his bed, alone amidst cornflower blue cotton, and how one hand comes up to clamp over his mouth while the other-

it doesn’t matter. you’ll never know.

…

not far away, you wake up with a start. heavy breaths, a racing heart, a desperate fire in your stomach. your lips tingle with the heat of phantom kisses, and your hands?

your hands sneak downwards as you think, guiltily, about your best friend and a very familiar blue bedspread.

you’d been having such a nice dream, after all. it would be a shame not to continue where you left off.

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[kazoohaa]

fluffy headcanons with the five heartslabyul boys? 👉👈

(it might be just me but i see them as a really great friend/support group,,, the other 4 gently helping riddle overcome his strictness about the rules,, all of them baking together,, little study sessions with them,, so soft

if you could not tell they are my favorite dorm /lh)

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. heartslabyul

— notes. i love this idea sm fdjgvjdhg ,,, 😭 heartslabyul stanning hours !! this is a good break from my fish mafia brainrots too lmaooo

— details. riddle rosehearts, trey clover, cater diamond, deuce spade, ace trappola headcanons.

deuce was very embarrassed to ask them at first, but the others very kindly agreed to tutor him in the subjects he found particularly troubling! they know how much deuce genuinely wants to improve so that he can be someone who his mother will be proud of.

ace loses things a lot. like, constantly. but the others will always be able to lend him a spare of whatever he's lost, or offer to help him look for it. he lost his textbook? that's alright, riddle has a spare from his first year. he lost his shoes? deuce supposes he can lend ace his other pair.

riddle's never had much time to (or even be allowed to) use devices, so he doesn't know how many video games or social media works, but the others will be there to teach him the.. wonders of the internet. they're very supportive and helpful (or in ace's case, very teasing) when riddle tries to play some video games.

cater buys them some matching phone cases and matching keyrings too

ace is definitely Not Afraid™ to mercilessly call out riddle if he feels like the housewarden is getting back into his habits of being overly strict with the rules. it's pretty embarrassing being straight-out called out like that, but riddle has to begrudgingly admit that ace is right.

them preparing for unbirthday parties together!! painting the roses, baking sweet treats, taste-testing them, decorating the rose garden!!

riddle's very particular about his note-taking (to nobody's surprise). he has many highlighters (which are in nice colours too, because he dislikes the bright neon ones) and he changes the colour he's using every day also while following a specific order (in the order of the colours of the rainbow :D),

^ riddle's got those "aesthetic" school supplies (especially highlighters) and his collection grows because of trey and cater giving him some more nice pens and things

they are all cater's #1 fans for his magicam account(s)!

they take lots of photos together, too, like after completing some tests, or before/during/after unbirthday/birthday parties, after baking, during study sessions or general hangouts, etc. everyone frames their favourite ones and keep them in their rooms.

GROUP PLAYLIST GROUP PLAYLIST GROUP PLAYLIST

THEY HAVE ONE. OR THREE. THEY JUST DO.

ace and cater are the ones who add the most songs in their shared playlists. riddle and trey like to play it while they're studying.

the others letting riddle traumadump about the stuff that his mother did or made him do while growing up,, and they all offer any support or comfort they can give

omg and they always try to attend all of ace's basketball matches as often as possible!! they are his best supporters >:)

ace would also swap the sugar and salt to prank people. cater and deuce (even though they were trying to convince him not to do it) will keep watch if anyones coming down the hallway while he's swapping them so that they can warn him. for some reason the prank Never Works™ on trey. but, it'll definitely work on riddle every single time! obviously, it gets him collared, but it's worth it.

trey had a 'phase' when he was younger where he thought that birds were the absolute best and coolest. no i will not elaborate

they all had emo phases at some point tbh 💔 /hj

ACE BLASTS 'SAMSUNG MORNING FLOWER 10 HOUR LOOP' AT 3AM

riddle just has morning flower as his normal ringtone. he can also play it on the piano.