#thanks now im brainrotting about this everyday

[fatuismooches]

Hehehe the one about fragile!reader finding out about Kamera, imagine Zandik giving reader Kamera and reader excitedly went around the labs taking pictures of the clones,some weird substance in that labs and bunch of stuff (highlighted on Clones). Now reader has a box full of pictures with the clones. Maybe if Dottore allowed reader to go out, they took photos of the scenery or flowers 🥺 definitely the photo albums is full of Dottore's clones with various poses there are some photo with the clone caught off guards, or in the middle of working so they have this serious face

AHHHHHHH ILY ANON. I can just imagine how excited they'd be to tinker with this new device, to capture every single thing possible even if it's nothing remarkable. Most importantly- the clones. Since this was around the time fragile reader just woke up they'd still be getting accustomed to the clones, so I can imagine them tracking all of them down and taking a photo of them. And in your room, you caption all photographs with each of the clones' names so you don't forget! (You know they're crying inside because no one pays attention to them besides you)

Ah, on very special occasions, he lets you go outside to see the snow and of course you have your trusty Kamera 💖 You don't have much opportunities like this so you need to preserve it as much as possible! Now i can see scrapbooking becoming one of fragile reader's favorite hobbies, it makes you happy to organize all of your photos 💖 You just wish this thing was invented back in the Akademiya... but at the same time it's probably for the best. If you saw you and Zandik in the uniforms again you'd start crying.

I can imagine reader holding the camera towards them and the clones for a selfie too ;) They're a bit blurry but you find them endearing <3 There's a lot of silly photos of them in your books! So scrunkly!

[01zfan]

rainy day | l. at

ex!anton x reader | 5.8k words

anton brainrot is literally so real you guys im a victim.

contains: breaking up, resolution, oral (fem. receiving), missionary, soft dom anton if you squint, reader is a pillow princess (good for her)

it was one of the few days during summer where everyone stayed inside. the usual cool breeze that came with the season was replaced with harsh winds that could knock anyone over. the clear sky was replaced with clouds and soon a rain that threatened to flood your city would come. 

you loved when it rained. the inclement weather gave you an excuse to stay home and lay in bed all day. you wanted to use this day to recharge—your social battery had been running dangerously low since summer had started. you don’t know if it was because of your recent breakup and everyone taking pity on you but suddenly everyone had plans once it got warmer outside. it didn’t help that your roommate was a dj. giselle spent more time outside than in the apartment, various clubs being her place of work. and being giselle’s roommate came with its perks, you automatically getting to skip the lines to get in because you “know somebody”. you made it your personal mission to exercise this benefit almost every night.

being outside took your mind off the breakup. you couldn’t hear anton’s voice when music blasted in your ears or think about him when you were dancing around. you loved being out, but it started weighing heavy on your bones. between work and seeing your friends, you had been out almost everyday for the past month. you were grateful when you saw that a big storm was coming, like the weather gods wanted you to have a day off. 

you don’t remember the last time you were able to lay in bed past 10AM. you wanted to thank the rain that pelted your window and the wind that made your apartment building creak. because of it you got to be underneath the comfort of your sheets. giselle must’ve felt the same way, because this was the first time you had seen her in pajamas relaxing on the couch. you found her laying on the couch in the living room when you went to the kitchen to get some food.

“any plans for today?” you asked giselle sarcastically.

giselle laughed and looked from the television to you.

“probably gonna work on some mixes for upcoming sets.” giselle says. 

she turns back on her show and the sound of the television fills the room. you hum in acknowledgment as you open the fridge. you grab some leftovers to put in the microwave. after getting your food you head towards the couch and giselle lets her legs rest on the coffee table so you can sit down.

“grateful for a day off.” you sigh contently.

“oh i bet. you’re like a little party animal now.” giselle laughed.

you sat with giselle for a little bit before retiring back to your bed. giselle did the same as you about half an hour later. you could hear the television in the living room shut off followed by the sound of your roommate closing her door. soon after you could hear the low sound of music coming from giselle’s room as she went through several tracks.

you let yourself relax in bed as rain continued to fall. it came down sideways and in sheets, and you knew it would only be getting worse for the rest of the day. 

as you looked outside at the rain, it was hard to not start thinking about anton. when your mind got the chance to slow down, you couldn’t stop it from thinking about him. he loved when it rained too, and loved napping the day away with you too. you had stopped crying about the breakup a long time ago; you knew that first loves were meant to fail. but if you thought about anton for too long or how warm he always felt you could feel a hole start to form in your chest. so you did your best to clear your thoughts and treated the weather outside and giselle’s music as white noise before drifting to sleep.

anton was in your dreams often. you thought it was always unfair how he occupied your mind so heavily he managed to infiltrate your subconscious and dreams. after the breakup it only got worse. sometimes you would dream about him curled up next to you, getting up from the bed just to come right back to you. he would always snuggle into you closely and pull you into his chest. you would dream about him being the little spoon, laughing at how your arms wrapped around his large frame. you would dream about him turning you around to make you the little spoon, bringing a warm hand to trace shapes over your stomach. the mind was an evil thing. there were times when you would wake up in the middle of the night thinking it was real, that anton had come back to you in the middle of the night. but the vacant space on your bed was still empty and cold when you opened your eyes.

although it was painful dreaming about anton when he was no longer in your life, you truthfully wouldn’t have it any other way. you loved dreaming about you two laying on beds of gold or in a meadow running around in the tall grass. the dreams were usually pure and shrouded in a deeper meaning that you couldn’t decipher. but sometimes the dreams were less innocent. this time when you dreamed about anton you dreamed of him above you and panting into your ear while his strong chest was pressed against yours. you could hear the faintest whisper of his voice in your ear and you could see his wet hair sticking to his forehead. you dreamed about anton’s hands holding your hips down and you leaving marks down his back while you took all of him, his dangling chain above your eyes. just as your lips were reaching towards his ear to say something your brain suddenly woke you up, making you shoot up in your bed. 

it felt like you woke up from a nightmare the way your body felt all clammy. your chest heaved and you shot a quick look to the empty side of your bed. moving so suddenly didn’t help either and you could feel a headache coming on as your eyes adjusted to the darkness in your room. 

after gaining some of your bearings you reached to your bedside table to check the time on your phone. it was eight in the evening. giselle hadn’t stopped mixing her songs, music still coming from her room. you sighed and stretched, not sure how you felt about sleeping the whole day away. 

following the aftershocks of your dreams, it was impossible to not think about anton. you regretfully think about him, if he is sleeping right now or if he dreams of you the same way you dream of him. he’s only a phone call or a twenty minute walk in the rain away. you decide against it, the thought of not getting a response scares you away from your phone.

you get out of bed and stretch your limbs again, you can’t deny that the rest was much needed. maybe you would watch something and eat until you got tired again. it would give you time to process your dream, maybe if you thought about it enough you could have another one like that again. 

as you round the corner of you room to go into the kitchen you stop dead in your tracks.

you know it’s anton before he turns around. after spending so much time with him, you could probably identify him from his hair, or his voice. you see one of the most obvious of anton’s traits—his broad back that is covered with one of your towels. even if something covers his back you can tell it’s him by muscle memory, something you’re sure will never leave you. but you also know it’s him because who else would be sitting at your kitchen island this late at night. you still can’t control the shock in your voice as you call out his name.

“anton?” you say.

he turns around quickly to face you and his eyes go wide. anton has always been so expressive, every emotion shows on his face in an instant. he gets up from his chair like a reflex but he says nothing, just looking at you from across the room.

“what are you doing here?” you ask. 

anton still looks at you without saying anything. it’s like your speech is delayed getting to anton, because it takes him almost five seconds before he swallows to answer your question. during the time it takes for him to speak you see a bouquet of the flowers you like laying on the kitchen island.

“i was riding my bike and i was coming to get the rest of my stuff but i got caught in the rain,” anton swallows again. “giselle let me in.”

anton points to your roommates closed door. it would makes sense that giselle would hear him, she must’ve stayed awake the whole day. music still plays in her room as you turn back to anton.

you are both met with more silence. you know that you should probably kick him out, or scold him for showing up at his ex girlfriends house unannounced. it’s hard to be mad at anton because he used to show up like this when you two were just friends, popping in just to hang out. and you do remember that you both promised the other that nothing would change if you two broke up. it was a lie then and you knew it. you wondered if anton knew it too. you could assume he did by the clenching knuckles at his side, or how he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“i tried to get home i really did but—” anton said.

now it was time for you to clear your throat and reach a hand out to him.

“no i prefer you stay here until the storm dies down.” you say.

you have to force yourself to remember that this isn’t a dream, that anton is real and standing in your kitchen. you want to be a good host and offer him food or ask him if he’s okay but all the words are caught in your throat. instead you gesture to the living room, showing anton it’s okay to step into your apartment further.

you’re sure that his ears tucked into his beanie turn red as he walks over you. he’s slow with his steps, like you’ll change your mind at any moment. you can still hear giselle music coming from her room as you go to sit on the couch.

when anton comes to the opposite end, his eyes find yours. he’s looking to you the whole time, waiting for you to give him the permission to be close to you. anton has always been too nice for his own good, letting you make all the moves and initiatives in the relationship. so he waits for you to nod at him before sitting down on the couch too.

you focus on the sound of rain and giselle’s house music as you look to anton. he looks the same except for his hair that has gotten a little longer. the necklace you got him for his birthday is still around his neck, rested on his chest. you tried not to look at the pendant too hard, because then your eyes would wander to the black shirt that clung to his chest. your mind flashes back to the dream you had of and you have to lightly shake your head to get rid of the image.

“how are things?” he ask you.

you hate that this is what your relationship with anton has come to. he used to be the person you were must comfortable around but now he sits on the opposite end of your couch asking you questions you both know the answer to.

“things are good.” you say. 

you think about telling him everything would be better if you guys got back together. you hold it back by picking at the hem of your shorts.

“what about you?” you ask. 

you can barely bring yourself to look at anton. you see that he isn’t looking at you either, his eyes focused on your hand that is holding the bottom of your pants. when you move your hand, his eyes stay there as he says nothing.

“i miss you.” anton says. “so much.”

you can feel the couch give underneath anton’s weight as he comes closer to you. the couch dips from you, almost causing your body to lean into anton’s. he bends down to be in your line of sight. you’re forced to look into his large brown eyes as he looks for something in your eyes.

“you miss me too, right?” anton says.

his hands reach for yours and you let him grab them. he squeezes his hands in your palms and you still have to remind yourself this isn’t a dream. anton continues to look at your face while massaging your hands. it keeps you there with him and you know he knows the answer to the question.

“we aren’t together anymore anton.” you whisper.

you know you should pull your hands away, maybe even tell him to leave your apartment. but you can’t bring yourself to do anything to him while he looks at you like that.

“that doesn’t matter. do you even remember why we broke up?” anton asks.

you shake your head; you truthfully can’t remember. you’re sure it was something stupid, something that easily could be fixed. you both were clumsy throughout the whole relationship, so confused why everything felt so different from when you were friends. maybe you two got tired of stumbling through the motions of everything and called it off. but the way anton looks at you makes you want to take everything back and make you try again.

“i want to try again.” anton says.

he shakes your hands slightly to really give emphasis to his words. maybe you keep dreaming about him because you should try again, maybe that’s what your subconscious has been telling you.

“i’ll have to think about it.” you say while nodding slightly.

anton responds to you by smiling. you can’t help but smile too, and you can feel tears that threaten to fall from all the emotions going through you. you can’t stop yourself from bringing anton in for a hug. he pauses only for a second before hugging you back twice as hard. you are happy you’re able to stop yourself from sobbing onto anton’s shirt, but you almost lose it when he rubs up and down your back gently. you go deeper into the crook of his neck and he holds you a little tighter.

“i came in the rain on my bike to be all romantic with flowers but you were knocked out.” anton says into your shoulder.

you start laughing loudly, the image of anton peddling on his dingy little bike through torrential rain. anton finds it funny too, he starts laughing as he goes into the details of him almost driving into a ditch while trying to get to you.

you know you’re both laughing too hard when you hear the music in giselle’s room shut off. you realize that she is basically at her job right now, and you and your ex ex-boyfriend are disturbing her. so you get up from the couch and motion for anton to follow you. he gets up from the couch and rubs his palms on the front of his pants. suddenly he’s the shy anton again, so different from the bold anton that told you he wants to get back together.

anton follows you into your room and you close the door behind him. you don’t move again until you hear giselle’s music turn back on.

you laid down on the bed first. anton stayed in front of your closed door, looking at the you laying on the bed. you can make out his figure even in the darkness of your room, broad and almost as tall as your doorframe. even in your dreams anton doesn’t look this good. you don’t beat away the image of him above with a stick this time, instead you welcome them with open arms as you tap the empty space on your bed.

you watch anton come over to the bed, stopping so he can take off his beanie and jewelry to set on your dresser. it’s just like old times, hearing the familiar sound of his rings landing on the ceramic dish. you wonder if he’ll take off his shirt too. he keeps it on as he lays on the opposite side of your bed.

he didn’t dare to move any closer to you, staying on the other end. you wish you could fold the covers and bring him closer to you, or have anton pull you into his chest like he always did when he spent the night. he was too nice to do move any further, and you realized that nothing would happen if you didn’t make a move first. so you swallowed whatever was holding you back and let your hand glide across the cold sheets towards anton. he turned towards you almost immediately and his hand grabbed your bicep.

anton first lightly tugged your body towards him twice. it was gentle and inviting like he always was. you scooted your body to anton’s, moving only a little across the sheets that separated you two. anton then exerted some of his strength o pull you the rest of the way, wrapping his other arm around your body to bring you into his chest. you laughed at how fast he pulled you across the covers as he tucked your head underneath his chin. he brought his hand that was on your arm to the back of your head—it had been too long since anton surrounded you like this. you nuzzled into his neck and sighed contently. 

“we should probably move slow” he said. you could hear the smile on his face.

you hummed in agreement but then moved closer into him. he wrapped his arms tighter around you before kissing your cheek. it was quick and light before anton tucked your head underneath his chin again. you weren’t shocked by the kiss, you were actually beaming at the feeling of his lips on your skin again.

you weren’t sure when you fell back asleep, but it was hard to not doze off with anton like a weighted blanket on you. you could feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours, and hear his quick heartbeat slow down overtime. it was an inexplicable comfort having him behind you and to feel his arms wrapped around your frame.

you didn’t wake up again until well after midnight. the rain still fell and the wind still blew harshly. you woke up in anton’s amrs, curled into his chest to be the little spoon. you had turned at some point during the night, and anton’s hand rested on your stomach to gently trace shapes on your exposed skin. you don’t know how it was possible to miss someone so much. 

you turned your body to face anton’s. you found that he was already awake, looking into your eyes with the same look you dreamed about. you closed your eyes as he placed a wet kiss on your cheek. his eyes are still bleary, you imagine he must have woken up around the same time you did. you brush some of his hair out of his face and let him leave a wet kiss on your lips.

“what time is it?” you ask.

“not sure. has to be pretty late though.” he says.

anton sounds distracted as he talks to you. his eyes are on your lips as he puts a hand behind your back so your body arches into him. you can feel how broad and solid anton’s chest is underneath the thin material of his shirt. you lean more into him and instinctively wrap your leg over his to bring him closer. you wrap your arms around his back to press your palms flat on his shoulders. 

“i thought you wanted to move slow?” anton says. 

he places another wet kiss to your lips before pulling back. you missed the smirk he got on his face when he knew you wanted it. it made you bashful, heat spawning from the places his body touched yours. it blossomed from the small of your back and spread to your finger tips that pressed against anton’s back. the feeling made you lock your leg in place, bringing anton even closer to you.

“we can move slow tomorrow.” you say hastily.

anton comes back to your lips, and you waste no time pushing your tongue into his mouth. anton must be just as desperate as you are the way he lifts you up like you weigh nothing. he almost crushed you in his arms, you have to tap on his shoulder to remind him of his strength.

“sorry.” anton whispers after pulling away from your lips.

his lips are plump and glossy, you run your tongue over yours to try and taste what’s left of him on your skin. you missed kissing his lips until they were red and a little swollen and the way he’d gather you up in your arms when you two made out. you try to get on top of anton but he uses a hand to keep you in place. you let out a little whine at not being able to move, you wanted to show anton how much you really missed him.

anton sits up on your bed to pull his shirt off. he does it with one hand and while he is busy taking off his pants you start to take off your own. as you lift your hips to take off your pants anton stops suddenly.

“wait. don’t move.” he says shyly.

you listen to his weird request, not moving while anton takes off his pants. 

when his pants hit the floor anton guides your body to sit up. you do as he says, eyeing him to see what his plan is with you.

“put your arms up.” anton tells you.

his sweet and quiet voice betrays the authoritative words. you listen to him regardless, filling to the brim with excitement of anton telling you what to do.

you lift your arms as anton pulls up your shirt. he does all the work even guiding your arms through the opening of your shirt. anton looks up at you from your collarbone, placing a wet kiss on the taut skin as his hands go to your bra strap. you nod and anton brings both of his hands to your back to unclasp your bra. he is gentle releasing your chest from its confines, his big hands covering the area of your breasts. 

no matter how many times anton sees your breasts, his breath is taken away each time. he kneads your doughy skin, lightly gripping a boob to place a kiss directly on the areola. anton missed your content sighs and breathless whimpers when he does things to you. he missed seeing your face crease with pleasure, the way you prop yourself on your arms and lean your head back to feel everything. 

“i missed holding you.” he whispers.

anton can’t stop himself from taking a nipple into your mouth. you instantly arch your chest into his mouth, your free hand petting his head.

“i dreamed about this.” you whimper when anton goes to the other breast. 

anton guides your body back down to lay on the bed. you lay your head on the pillow, looking down at anton as he trails kisses down your body.

“should’ve called me.” anton says, smiling into your stomach.

you can’t bring yourself to tell him why you couldn’t, something stupid as pride keeping you from feeling pure bliss as anton takes your shorts off. he lifts your hips off the bed all on his own, any more you try to make anton puts a gentle hand on your stomach to keep you in place.

“let me show you how sorry i am.” anton says.

he looks at you with sincerity as he continues pressing kisses to your body. he works down one leg and works his way up the other, even kissing your feet earnestly. anton makes eye contact with you as he presses a kiss to your folds. the contact alone has you lifting your hips off of the bed, trying to chase after the kiss. anton puts a hand underneath your ass to lift your bottom off the bed. you bend your knees until your thighs lightly press against the sides of anton’s head. you are still reeling from the dream you had, you know you won’t last long. 

just from the kisses anton gives your pussy you’re lightheaded, gripping the sheets trying not to lose your composure too fast. it’s a lost cause when anton looks up at you again as his thumb starts rubbing your bundle of nerves.

“my little princess,” anton whispers. “you’re sensitive?”

you whimper in response and nod your head. anton sticks his thick middle finger inside of you, bending it once he’s inside all the way. you open your mouth in a silent moan, lifting your hips off the bed even more. anton places a kiss on your thigh.

“just lay there for me,” anton says. “i got you.”

“okay.” you whimper.

anton’s soft voice completely opposes his lewd actions. the way he takes his finger out of you to spread your folds apart. you can barely manage to look down at him as he makes work of your heat, on his hands and knees to get closer inside of you. his nose bumps your clit as he eats you out, alternating between making out with your pussy and sticking his tongue in your slit.

“feels so good anton.” you whimpered. when he hums into your pussy your legs close in on him, locking him in place. “i missed you so much.”

anton starts eating you out with a new vigor. the sound of him slurping and placing sloppy kisses on your cunt fills the room. you can’t stop you hips from bucking into his mouth and anton welcomes it. he guides your legs to rest over his shoulder and sits up slightly on the bed. anton uses his strength to bring your lower half up with him. you can’t stop yourself from grind on anton’s tongue while his arm behind your ass supports your weight. his free hand reaches out to yours and you let go of your hold on the sheets to grip his hand. you are moaning loudly, watching anton watch you. 

he is entranced by your tiny cries and the way your heels dig into his back. you look so beautiful like this, not having to do any of the work to get to your peak. anton loves the way you grip his hand with all of your strength. he wants to take a picture of this moment to remember it forever. he wishes he could take a video to immortalize your whiny voice.

“i’m close.” you say.

you turned your head from the bed to look at anton. he goes back to tongue kissing your slit, purposely using his nose to bump your bundle of nerves. this way he can stimulate you adn you can take up all of his five senses.

he loves the way you smell, the way your whole body tenses when you cum unannounced. anton thinks it must’ve hit you like a freight trin the way. you cried out his name and squeezed his head between your thighs. sound is lightly muffled through your plush skin, but he can hear you loud and clear. you will definitely have to apologize to giselle in the morning.

anton takes all of your slick, slurping and getting so messy to the point. that he can feel the dribble of spit mixed with your slick come down his chin. you body turns to jelly in his grasp, your legs becoming pliable. anton comes back down to the bed and guides your ass down slowly. 

your legs are flimsy and your knees unbend themselves, sliding down the covers of your bed. anton goes back on his haunches slotted between your legs, looking at you laid out for him like a five course meal.

anton is starving when he licks his lips, the glossy sheen of you still evident on his face. the intensity that he looks at you with has you squirming, and you can feel your body getting ready for a second round. you try sitting up, to grab anton’s hard member that bobs in the darkness of your room but a hand stops you.

anton keeps you down, but you can’t stop yourself from looking at him. the hand that pushed your shoulder back down goes to your slit, gathering slick from your orgasm. anton using the wetness to jerk himself off. you are enthralled by the sight, the way anton’s hair covers his eyes but you can still feel his hard gaze. his breath comes out in huffs as he picks up the speed and muscles underneath his taut skin move in tandem with his hand. his body looks so large from this angle, the way looks down at you while beating his dick. you don’t know how much control anton wants tonight, but you can’t stop yourself from using a hand to grip your breast.

anton increasing the pace tells you that he likes it. your massage the supple skin the same way anton does, the same way he does it to you in your dreams. it’s the real deal when he leans his body over, his hand falling beside your head. 

he still beats his dick while he’s above you. his chain jumps from the inertia of the action and you can’t choose between looking at anton or his necklace.

“what do you dream about?” anton murmurs.

“us running around together in a meadow.” you say truthfully.

“what else?” anton asks.

his hand thaat was jerking himself off went back to your clit. he puts two fingers in, making you listen to the low squelching sound of your arousal already coming back. 

“i dream about you fucking me, too.” you say.

that’s all anton needs to hear before guiding his dick to your heat. he goes down to his elbow beside your head and in one swift motion you bring your hands to his back and wrap your legs around his waist.

anton is just as big as you remember. you have never felt this full before, your walls clamping around him before he can bottom out. anton loses some of his strength at the way you’re already milking him. his large sweaty frame presses against your chest and you welcome it. your breasts are squished against him, both of you moaning in ecstasy.

“i missed you so much.” anton says into the skin of your neck. 

you can practically feel his face heating up and you can imagine his flushed face as he gives you another slow thrust. you think you’re close again already. when anton gives you a deep thrust your nails dig into the expanse of his back.

“i missed you too.” you say.

anton focuses on hitting you deep and slow. he hits the spot in the back of you that you both discovered together—the spot that leaves you clenching and anton twitching inside of you.

“just like this?” anton says, hitting the same spot again.

“just like that.” you whine.

anton spends time hitting that spot over and over again. he kisses any part of your body his lips can reach before turning your head to give you a kiss on the lips. 

his other hand hold your hips done. his strength brings you pain, the type you revel in. you let anton forget his own strength as he continues to fuck you into the mattress, his slow and hard thrust making you bed creak rhythmically.

you can feel anton getting close to his peak, feeling him get closer has you hurtling towards the edge as well. you move one hand from his back to grip his arm, your nails digging into the flexed muscle. something about seeing someone so big and strong fall apart above you has you clenching uncontrollably around anton’s dick.

you break apart from anton’s lips to look down between the middle of your squished bodies. anton does the same, lifting his body so you can see where you two meet. you rest your sweaty foreheads against eachother to watch the show.

“i’m close.” anton whimpers.

“me too.” you say back.

“where can i—” anton’s voice is broken up by pleasure, trying to keep it together for as long as possible.

“inside me. please.”

“alright baby.” anton says.

he brings his chest back down to yours, and he brings an arm underneath your body to bring you close. you’re surrounded by him, nails rake down anton’s back as he picks up the speed.

anton whimpers your name into your ear before pulling back to look you in the eyes. he curses from your blown out pupils and the way your walls close in around him. anton grips your shoulder as he spills into you. you milk him dry, the sensation of him throbbing pushes you off the edge again. you pushed off into anton’s arms as your legs around his waist pulls him in. you grind into him when his hips still, loving the sound of anton inside of you. he whines and laughs a little from the overstimulation, his whole body sensitive. 

you still move you hips until anton pulls out of you. you can feel his cum dripping from you and you fight the urge to push it back in. anton’s large body loses its strength above you, pressing your body into the mattress. he catches his breath in the crook of your neck, hot puffs of air fanning your skin. 

you let anton’s large body crush you a little more. you missed him so much you would risk the suffocation. when anton’s breath finally steadies, you tap his back. anton understands immediately, picking his head up from your neck.

“oh my god i’m sorry.” anton says.

he slides off of you to lay beside you on the bed. you waste no time turning to him. now you’re the one tracing shapes on his chest. anton turns to you and smiles. 

the rain outside is almost as comforting as the feeling of anton pulling you back into him. you doze off to sleep again, this time knowing you’ll be waking up to anton next to you.

[lazy-b1rdy]

Anytime i see people liking my drawings i get so freaking happy and go full on silly mode with walking around my room while resisting the urge to scream and jump in the middle of the night (bc i usually post in the evenings)

I was really nervous about posting on the Internet and if people would even like them because drawing is such an important hobby in my life, but now i have such a big boost in confidence in my art and my days get a thousand times better just thinking about it!!!!

In everyday life i can't really start talking out of nowhere about video games and videos or just the most random things so this is something of a stress relief too haha

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IM SO HAPPY THAT I GET TO BE SILLY AND CRAZY ABOUT MY TSP BRAINROT HAHAHA

I also really like drawing tsp and the characters in it, i love reading of your guy's versions and stories and art and I'm just so grraahhh

Btw ty for reading my short ramble. here's a Stanley i drew with the majestic bucket

I hope i can keep up the productivity and post about them almost daily bc i truly get genuine joy out of this :'D

[abiogenesiis]

ive been having the most MASSIVE royallectureshipping brainrot everyday i wake up and i think about the fic im planning to write but i keep procrastinating BUT I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS.

i could talk about them sm. i don't want to mention anything crazy regarding it rn so no spoils but YEAH. ive been super inspired by @asavt and their royallecture art so BIG THANK YOU ASA !!

but the premise of my fic is basically.. three months after the PML arc, lear continues his duties as prince in pasio, while cheren went back to unova to resume his own as gym leader and teacher at the trainer's school.

lear's been alright for the most part, rachel and sawyer are happy about his improvement. in these three months, he and cheren have been apart, yet he still keeps in touch with him via text messages and phone calls. even after the PML, and defeating team break and saving hoopa – the concept of friendships and bonds is something lear's not quite used to yet.

so, he's kinda thinking about his relationships with others.. until he gets to cheren. i mean, it's literally the guy that played a huge role into having lear have a change of heart, and so. he has a lot of respect for him, and so do rachel and sawyer.. even though he's not used to throwing the "friend" term around yet.

but now that there's distance between them, lear finds himself missing cheren. the feeling isn't completely unfamiliar to him, it just feels.. different. strange..

anyway speak of the devil, guess who makes a surprise visit back to pasio because a little birdie told him lear's coronation was back into preparation?? (lear told him about it once)

with cheren's return, lear finds himself in a pickle when his feelings about him begin to shift, and he doesn't know why or what they are, and is caught between that and being crowned king and some ✨️parent issues✨️ and oh boy shenanigans ensue!!

THAT IS ALL ILL SAY IVE ALREADY YAPPED A LOT. the fic will be called "crowning glory" and ill be incorporating a bit of flower themes and will (hopefully) be uploaded to ao3 once i get THE FLIPPING PROLOGUE AND MAYBE THE FIRST CHAPTER DONE!!

and so, stay tuned! 💙💜

[junosartsthetic]

Hi hi helloooo im having a bit of polnareff brainrot and id like to ask for a scenario where the sdc crew gets a lady crewmember with a strictly healing stand, but does all the fighting herself. On the battlefield she's a monster but when healing she's the sweetest mother hen and she gets really close to pol bc he's always getting hurt. These two are the best of friends who (not so) secretly have the major hots for eachother. Like to the point where even Avdol is like "jesus, get a fuckin room"

Hurt

This was such a cute prompt, thank you so much for suggesting it! I changed a few things up a tad but I hope it still meets your standards! I too am having Polnareff brainrot. Actually, I think it’s less of a rot and more of a sucker fish that has permanently attached itself. Basically, I love him. Okay. Enough of me. Anyway, enjoy.

Warning(s): suggestive content, Polnareff is naked, sexual undertones, tension, voyeurism mention, Jean's dick is mentioned (oops), nothing too bad.

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The situation you found yourself in was nothing new—sitting beside an injured Jean Pierre Polnareff as your stand worked its magic patching him up. It was so un-new, in fact, that you had been in the same situation almost everyday for the last month. And as much as you loved helping your companions out after scuffles on the battlefield, there was a point where you had to speak up about a certain Frenchman’s bad luck streak. 

“Jean,” you began, examining the blood running down from the gash in his brow bone, “I know you’re not doing this intentionally, but I can’t help but wonder what curse has latched itself onto you. My stand has no issues patching you up, but I do like to use it for more than just nursing your wounds, you know. I should be out there fighting.” You pressed a damp cloth to a scratch on his cheek while your stand worked on quickly stitching up the slit above his eyes. Though having a precise stand that utilized razor-sharp threads and cauterizing abilities was more than useful for healing, you also yearned to assist your other friends in fighting off the stand user just a few blocks away from your hotel. Of course, Polnareff just had to anger Iggy directly beforehand, leading to his current facial injuries. 

“How do you think I feel?” the silver-haired man shot back, a hand resting on his chin as he pouted. “I haven’t had a break since I started this journey! I’m not even a Joestar, so why am I always the one getting hurt?” He gestured to the various scars littering his exposed arms and upper torso. 

“Well, technically this time was your fault—you know Iggy doesn’t like being picked up unless he says so,” you said, leaning forward on your chair to look closely at his now sewn injuries. 

“He’s a dog. He doesn’t say anything,” Jean huffed, crossing his arms and turning his head away. You rolled your eyes, grabbing his chin to recenter him. Patching him up would go a lot quicker if he quit squirming around like a fussy toddler.

“You know what I mean. He’s smarter than you think. Plus, he’s a sweetheart when he warms up to you, you know.” Your hands moved gently over his facial features, double-checking each cut was sewn and cauterized. Were you slightly over-dramatic when it came to checking your work? Yes. But you’d never forgive yourself if one of your patch-works went wrong. As something of a caretaker for the crew, you held yourself to the highest standards. 

“Are you finished yet?” he whined, crinkling up his nose when you brushed your thumb against the tip of it, wiping off a smear of dirt. You licked your thumb, repeating your actions. Jean reeled back, swatting your hands away. “Okay, okay, okay. I think that’s good. No need for saliva.” His normally pale face grew red, highlighting the soft freckles dotting his cheeks.

“I was getting some dirt off. Calm down. I don’t have cooties,” you muttered, shooing him away. “You look fine. Now go lay down or something. You look like you have a fever.”

“I’m fine,” he replied curtly, brushing off your comment. “You’re not my mom. Don’t worry so much.” He stood up, heading towards the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower. Let me know if you hear anything from the others.” 

“Whatever,” you said, dismissing his attitude. You couldn’t blame him for the sour mood—he must’ve been in pain constantly from all his little cuts and bruises. Even with your stand, you couldn’t take away the pain, no matter how much you wanted to. Your heart sank thinking about all that Jean had gone through. He had it rough, but still managed to put on a charismatic face. You didn’t know how he found it within him, but adored his personality, nonetheless. You adored everything about him, actually. Every little freckle spotting his cheeks. Every scar littering his broad shoulders and muscled arms. Every silver hair that stood atop his head. You just. . . loved him. And though you tried not to let it show, it was obvious. It wasn’t just Polnareff’s wounds that had you always at his side—it was also your insistence to heal every little scratch you could.

Others you’d stitch up major wounds, making sure they’d live, but with Polnareff. . . It was different. You didn’t want him to just survive. You wanted to take away his pain. Not just physically. But emotionally.

You wanted to scream at him for always putting himself in danger. He always had to play the knight in shining armor. He always had to call out his stand, fighting off everything that tried to touch you. He always had to protect you. And for what? All he got in return were scars. No amount of chastising would stop him. And you hated it. Hated his determination. Hated that he cared too much to let anything happen to you.

You didn’t understand why it was only you. But it didn’t matter. You just wanted this trip to be over so he’d never have to put his life on the line to protect you again. 

A loud thud scattered your thoughts. You jumped out of your chair, heart thumping hurriedly as you raced to the bathroom door. You knew it came from inside the room. Was he attacked? Was he okay? Did you miss a wound? Not sparing a second, you threw open the door, examining the room. There was no enemy. No blood. No death. Only a soaking wet Polnareff, laying on the ripped off shower curtain. You were relieved. He must’ve just tripped and fell. Otherwise, he looked okay. More than okay, actually. He looked. . . well he looked like a very attractive naked man now staring at you, an unreadable expression on his face. You quickly rebooted yourself, staring at the ground. “You okay?” you asked, looking at him through your peripheral. You wanted to respect his privacy, but also something told you that he had to have some sort of bodily injury from tumbling out of the shower, especially given his luck. That’s the only reason you were trying to sneak a peek. That’s all. 

“I’m starting to think I am cursed. I get in the shower, start it up, when out of the blue my knee cramps up, and next thing I know I’m tripping over the damn shower curtain! Mon Dieu!” he exclaims, sitting up and running a hand through his wet hair. You noticed blood begin to trickle down his forehead, and quickly lept in to investigate. You knelt down beside him, disregarding his flustered features as you looked at the damage. You brushed his hand away from his head, combing through his hair to spot a thin scrape just under his hairline. You knew it. Of course he’d manage to hurt himself in the few seconds he was alone. And just after you had healed him, too. 

Not wasting a second, you summoned your stand, making quick sutures and cauterizing it gently before Jean even got a chance to speak. You leaned back just enough to take in his full face, hands gently raking through his long silver locks, feeling for any bumps or blood. You felt nothing, and so retreated your hand, letting out a sigh of relief. 

“I’m starting to think I can’t leave you alone,” you muttered, closing your eyes as you rubbed your temples. “Do I have to give you baths now, too?”

“Only if you join me—”

“Don’t be nasty,” you interrupted, smacking his bare chest. “You know I don’t like when you flirt with me just for the fun of it. Anyway, don’t kill yourself taking a shower. I’ll be outside.” You said, straightening yourself up. You took one step forward before your foot slid against the now wet floor, sending you reeling backwards. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping nothing would break after you made contact with the bathroom tile. 

Instead of bare tile, you crashed into Jean, who quickly cradled you against his chest, dampening your clothes and smushing you against his naked body. You caught your breath, eyes wide as you took in your situation.

“Who’s got bad luck now, hmm?” he chuckled, breath tickling your neck. 

You internally debated as to whether this was the best or worst situation you’d ever been in. One one hand, you were wrapped in the arms of the man you’d been pining after for months. On the other. . . You couldn’t actually think of any downside. Embarrassment? Possibly. But at least it couldn’t get any worse.

The hotel door swung open, and your fellow crusaders stepped inside, Avdol leading the way. Of course the bathroom door was still wide open, with you still in the lap of a naked Polnareff, who was currently using your body to shield himself from their gaze.

Avdol glanced your way briefly before double-taking. His eyes went wide. “If you must participate in. . . whatever you are currently doing, please have the decency to close the door or get a different room.” 

You scrambled to get up, but Jean’s grip on your body remained. “What do you think you’re doing?" you hissed.

“I would very much like to avoid exposing myself!” he shot back.

“Well I’d very much like it if I wasn’t forced to be your human shield! Plus, I can feel your dick poking me!” Silently, Avdol shut the door. He was not about to continue to bear witness to the scene before him. Whatever was happening, he did not want to be a part of it.

Jean finally loosened his grip, and you rushed upwards, grabbing a towel off the rack and tossing it to him. “I am never checking on you again,” you panted, cheeks burning as you tried desperately to forget the feeling of his skin pressed against yours. “Now the rest of them think we’ve got some weird voyeurism thing going on! This is not how I wanted to see you naked!” you blurted out. 

He stifled a laugh, standing as he wrapped the towel around his waist. The white fabric did little to mask his nude form. “You wanted to see me naked? Oh, mon ange, I am flattered, but you could have simply asked.”

“Oh, God. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I meant that—” there was no getting out of this one. In a panic, you just admitted your attraction, and you knew damn well he wasn’t going to let it go. “Look. I am attracted to you. Okay? But I don’t want that to impact our current friendship or the group as a whole and—”

He closed the distance between the two of you, pushing you against the bathroom wall. A large hand reached to caress your burning cheeks. They mimicked his own red visage, which looked suddenly serious. “I swear I am serious when I say this—I have felt the same way, but never had the confidence to confess. Knowing my bad luck, it wouldn’t have worked out in my favor. But now that I know the feelings are mutual . . I am afraid I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist.”

Your entire body was frozen, eyes staring at his own blue ones, looking for any kind of laughter or jest. You saw only passion. “Jean. . .” you whispered. “Just don’t break my heart. Okay?”

“Never, mon cherie, never.”

He closed the gap, lips pressing against your own.

[jakes3resin]

About "Blondes have more fun" :

- bubbles is wrapped up with croz AND jean??? I'm deceased. Dead. New brainrot ship unlocked. Need those three together NOW

- Mister I'm-so-done-with-this-bullshit Jack Kidd?? IM HERE FOR IT

- Jealous Buck? God. What do I even say. He's my downfall

- and OF COURSE blond Bucky is so so pretty. Like all the boys trippin on ther feet and gettin all blushy-cheeked and nervous just talking to him. I get it. Blond Bucky is damnation.

Not everyday to we get to read some nice crack in this fandom, but damn, I was pretty damn pleased that you shared yours with us. I needed some fluff today and this was precisely it. Thank you! I enjoyed it waaay more than I should!

I'm so happy you liked 'Blondes Have More Fun' it was truly a joy to write!

Bubbles/Jean/Croz is my ultimate trio. They're all so in love and happy!

Jack was the best part of writing this fic for me tbh. Bucky was fun, and Buck was funny. But Jack was hysterical. He does not get paid enough for dealing with all of this nonsense! He had a lovely night at the officer's club, and now his morning has turned to chaos because he forgot to sync his schedule with Harry and Buck to make sure someone was watching the troublemakers! My favorite line to write was him shoving toast in Curt's mouth to save his life!

We need more Jealous Buck in this fandom, period. He's always so stuck in his head, but I think he'd be very aware of how everyone is a little bit in love with Bucky. Of course, Bucky thinks Buck is being silly, but he'll still kiss away Buck's frown every single time someone flirts with Bucky.

If you've never seen Callum with his blond hair, go look it up or go watch Boys in the Boat because he is so so pretty with his blond locks. I also think it makes him look younger (idk if thats just me) so without his mustache, he looks like a babyfaced replacement. Every person on base is blushing and dreaming about shooting their shot with him! Kidd has to issue a warning to not stare too long at Bucky or Buck will sense it and take revenge.

Thank you for reading my little Crack fic! 🧡

[tunamayojazz]

my fav flavor of inuokko is older (late 20s-30s) with a lot of regrets and bad memories but who have been together so long and know each other so well that they face all of it head on. there’s a few fics in this vein but i’ve never seen any older inok art!

anon thank you so much for putting older inuokko in my head. it unlocked a new department in my brainrot and i now have so many thoughts about them...

100% agree that older inuokko would have lots of regrets and bad memories, they've experienced all kinds of things in their 20s (and life in general) but it's mostly bad bc lbr the jujutsu world is not pretty and they did not have a kind childhood...but when they're together, it's easy to forget all the bad for just a bit.

one day i'll have a character sheet for both of them (i am very invested in this)! will just post yuta for now bc im struggling with toge haha. thoughts below on how yuta is in his 30s plus some long story rambling bc i cannot be trusted with a keyboard and brainrot...

i'd like to think that yuta grows to be a lot more confident in his skin and becomes the best at looking after his friends as compared to the past when they've had to look out for him and reassure him more. he's not shy or hesitant in his actions at this age and a lot of people around like to say he would have been a great teacher at the school.

at one point (as a 3rd year perhaps) he entertained the thought of becoming a teacher, but the moment he had imagined his students dying, it was an instant no. he knew he wouldn't be able to handle it. it's hard enough that he has nightmares of his friends dying/being hurt sometimes. there's been a lot of close calls over the years. at this point of time, he and toge are both freelance sorcerers and no longer under the school, kinda like mei mei and yuki.

will expand on this in the future but it's due to something that happened and had to do with both the inumaki clan and the higher ups that made yuta swear to never return to the school ever again. he actually had to be stopped from destroying the school after shit hit the fan and that's where he got the scars he has now from. sure he could have healed them easily, but he wanted a physical reminder (he never wants to forget what his foolishness could cost him) of sorts. it's one of the events that i would say was significant to his character development.

they move to kyoto shortly after that. i haven't fully thought out toge's story at this point of time but as yuta is maturing and growing into the person he's always wished to become, toge is crumbling. he has a lot of repressed family trauma that he's always been good at locking away in his mind, but after recent events he just broke.

and of course yuta is there for toge, especially when the latter has been his pillar of strength since they became important to each other. unlike the past, he can read when toge needs space or when he needs someone by his side. over the years he's just been able to sense what toge needs like it's something natural to him.

at toge's lowest points, he reminds him of just how loved he is everyday, as much as he can through words and actions. specifically i think yuta is really good at non-sexual intimacy (pls look at the bottom right sketch)!

one thing that has never changed about yuta tho is that he'll still panic over small things like when maki or toge fall sick. for example when he hears from panda that she's down with a cold, he takes the next bullet train back to tokyo as though she's on her deathbed lmao.

overall i think he'd be pretty stable in his 30s but also it wouldn't take much to make him spiral and lose it ^^

[silverstonesainz-archive]

[ c l o s e d ]

from the bottom of my heart, thank you for everything. can't believe 3000 of you have decided to join me in my delusion.

im a lil too busy to rly open up requests, to write blurbs/make ig edits, so i though we could celebrate by playing some games... maybe stir the pot a little haha. so ya below the cut is some stuff u can send in.

thanks a bunch lovers, sending smooches to each and every one of you.

🏷️ dani hits 3k

leave a message ━━ come chat, come play.

♟️ fuck, marry, kill send me some names! (does not have to be f1)

🍨 this or that? give me two things, two names, two of anything & i'll tell u want i prefer

🥠 most likely to... a little spin off on shitpost studies. give me a scenario and ill tell you which driver would most likely to.....

☕️ what's the tea? send me a name, a topic, and i'll tell you what i think | if u need ideas! (1) (2) (3)

🤎 coffee date from brainrotting to getting to know each other, let's just talk!!

love notes ━━ a quick shower of love

@ricc3rodeo ✒️ my first f1 tumblr bestie turned irl best friend. lord only knows what id do without my favorite wench.

@vamossainz55 ✒️ my favorite carlos girlie and my best friend fr. i treasure every convo we've ever had, even beyond the convos about stealing carlos's nose.

@thebearchives ✒️ everyday im happy she slid into my dms to tell me i was shadowbanned. its been downhill from there but i wouldn't have it any other way

@schuvries ✒️ my fellow pinay queen. i live for our daily brainrots, screaming over the audacity of some of these drivers.

@absolutelynotmate ✒️ my wife!! thank god for you & all the hours spent brainrotting all while i ask you why you're still up.

@leclsrc ✒️ my second wife!! i love u & your brain, and i cherish u fr. and i miss u bc we havent talked in a min but ily ily ily!!!!

my lovely besties/lovers/wives and the new mutuals im making now: thank you most. you deserve the biggest shoutout for having to personally listen to my delusions. thank you for the countless hours of brainrotting, of screaming, crying, throwing up, and for general wench behavior. you're all my favorite people ever and so glad this stupid site brought us together. smooches.

[hiraya-rawr]

hello! i've been following u for quite some time now and i rlly love the way u write!! 🫶 i'm a fellow writer but i'm still comtemplating if i should open a writing blog bcos english is not my first language. sorry i feel like this suddenly turned into a rant/vent message 😣 anyway, the reason i wrote to u is to share smth that's been on my mind for a lil while now! have u watched kimi ni todoke? i recently finished the anime + manga and i rlly loved the whole series! i can't stop myself simping for sawako and it's kinda ironic since in these kinds of romance anime, u typically get hung up with the male lead but it was the opposite for me! kazehaya is sure charming but my little darling sawako is so adorable im willing to burn the world for her 😞 okay i got sidetracked again sorry for my simp ass jdkwkxiw

so i've been thinking of sawako!reader that works for the kamisato clan. long, black hair that usually hides her face — she's kinda feared amongst the workers inside the kamisato estate. always mistaken as a ghost or spirit that roams around the estate when in fact, she's just trying to finish her job. rumors about her seem to worsen everyday that even the loyal and trusted retainer of the head, thoma, thinks it's kind of ridiculous. of course, our ever charming blonde boy tries to interact more with the reader but he feels like he was hated. don't get her wrong tho, she admires thoma so much! who wouldn't? he's lively, respectful and always seemed to be the center of attention, even amongst the maidens that work for the kamisato. she strives to be a person just like him but the reader understands that she somehow scares the people she tries to talk with. worry not, she isn't discouraged by this! she simply has to try next time right? there's always a next time (tho she couldn't help but wonder, when is this next time? why does it take so long?). little did she know, her life's going to be changed when the gentleman himself took it upon his hands to properly talk and get to know her. little by little, her life changed and she even managed to befriend the lady of the house, lady ayaka! the ever kind and loving younger sibling of the kamisato household, ayaka made it her life mission to try and make the reader smile. no one had seen her smile genuinely, and frankly speaking, even thoma and ayaka felt the chills run down their spines when they tried to force her one time to give them a smile. it's safe to say that they never tried it again. ayaka did succeed and it took only a game of hotpot to see how much of a beautiful maiden the reader was, especially with that eyes filled with stars. and archons, the way her lips curl into a small and satisfied smile, thoma suddenly had the urge to keep this smile, only for him to see because gods this girl is so heavenly he was sure others would stop and stare. his eyes widen when he realized his train of thoughts, cheeks burning in embarassment as he berated himself because why would he even try to keep the reader for himself? he's so stupid (and whipped yes, don't tell him i said that), he thought as he silently squirmed in his seat. no one but ayaka noticed the whole ordeal, hiding her own smile behind her fan. oh the fun she would have watching these two, especially her retainer. the pining, the awkward yet satisying interactions, the stealing and fleeting glances—oh, she's so excited! (ayaka is me fr). she can't wait to spill all of these to her brother!

so yeah haha that's all for now, i think i got carried away with this brainrot im so sorry kwkxiwjd

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I haven't watched kimi ni todoke! i actually haven't been able to watch anything lately other than bungo stray dogs and moriarty 😭 but this is a scrumptious brainrot, dw about the rant, thank you for sending this in!

[fatuismooches]

Hello smooches, its been a while since i popped up here. Been busy with school since i missed like a whole semester bcs i was hospitalized 💀 now i have to catch up with everything.. (pls send help-) anyway, I hope u and the others are doing well 🙏💞

Also, i want to share a very messy Capitano brainrot or a very random thought that have been plaguing my mind for the past few weeks 💀 and its about him having separation anxiety (or fear of losing someone he loves), especially towards *cough* fragile!reader *cough*

I know it is VERY ooc of him, but to me just the thought of someone like him having that just tug a string in my heart 😔

Just think about it, that man must have been through a LOT before he became known as the strongest individual in teyvat and being feared by many people, even being called a monster bcs of how strong he is when he is on the battlefield. Even how bloody his hands are, there's still "someone" (cough reader cough) who really cares/loves him, accept whoever he is and makes him happy. But suddenly that person fell sick and their health keeps deteriorating everyday while he doesn't know what to do to make his sick lover better? (Sure, he can protect reader from any harm. But, can he protect them from getting unknown disease?) Don't mind me, i'll just lie down here and cry-

Also i have this scenario in my head, like the way he walked so fast as soon as he finally touches the front door of their shared home when he came back from expedition just to find reader. He NEEDS to see them with his own eyes, even though all of his subordinates and their house attendants already told him that reader is fine on the letter he recieved everytime he asks how's the condition of his sick lover.

The moment he sees reader, weakly trying to walk towards him to welcome him, he just basically grabbing onto them and hugged them and they can hear tiny quiet aborted breaths coming from under his.. Helmet(?), mumbling breathy words that sound jumbled together but due to their proximity they can vaguely make out a 'it's okay, they're here, they're still here.. and alive.. and not gone..' Reader, after hearing that and seeing him like this for the first time, it really made their heart squeeze painfully and hugged him tighter

Again i'm so sorry if this doesn't make any sense, i really need to get it out of my head ASAP but i also tried to make it as not messy as possible 😭😭 anyways, i really hope that u have an amazing day smooches! 🙏🛐💞

(It seems that everyone already completed Fontaine really fast, and then there's me who barely have time to play and missed some events in 3.8 too 😭 æügh- rip primogems 😔 also, Neuvillette.. the temptation of wanting to pull for him is too strong after seeing his drip marketing 😩)

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🥝 ANON!!! OH MY GOD I MISSED U SM. I WAS WORRIED BUT IM SO GLAD YOU’RE OKAY. Ahh that sounds really stressful I hope you’re making sure to rest and take breaks too :( *hugs you* But I am doing well, thank you 💞💞

But OUH. YOU RETURNED WITH SOME HEART-BREAKING DIDNT YOU 😭. Noooo the way you described his past makes me so sad :( Yes, there are a lot of people who respect him, but of course there will always be people scared of him. His great reputation won’t stop rumors from floating around, but he’s come to accept that. Especially when he has someone as lovely and kind as you, who shows their love without a moment’s hesitation, what other people think doesn’t really matter. Really, he’s come to value your opinion so much, he always takes what you say seriously even when it’s so obvious you’re joking.

OUCHHH I CANT EVEN PUT IT INTO WORDS. He’s so used to fighting things, things that have a physical form of course. That’s how he can protect you. But what can he do when sickness has no form? What use is he when he can’t cut through what’s ailing you with his sword? His hands are made for battle and killing but there is nothing he can kill that would make you better. 

Well now you’ve got me thinking about that too 😭 When he walks in he doesn’t even acknowledge his staff, just walks straight to your room to make sure you’re okay. I feel like the Fatui soldiers in his squad have grown to the point where they try to get everything done as soon as possible just so their captain can have even just a moment more of time to spend with you.

He would get so worried just seeing you out of bed, his heart rate would spike for a second and quickly support you and get you back to bed. But first he would just hold you tight, enough so that he can hear your heartbeat, feel your warmth and pulse, and know that you’re still truly here with him. He just needs to know you’re alive, he often finds his hands near your chest and wrist, to feel you breathe in and out. It’s really comforting to Capitano considering how he deals with death every day. After those few words he lets out, you know he didn’t mean for you to hear them, but now you have and you’ll do your best to reassure him. Just guide his big hand to your heart and let him feel the beat of your heart, how as long as he’s by your side you’ll swear to keep it beating for him :(

THANK YOU FOR THIS 🥝 ANON I’ve been missing Capitano a lot and your brain rots with him never fail 😫For the sake of my heart fragile reader got better thank you very much <3 And don’t worry about Fontaine or Genshin in general! It’s not going away and you should focus on yourself and your life first :) But when you do play I promise you’ll have a great time, Fontaine is very pretty and relaxing :) (Yes… join me in pulling for Neuvillette >:)))

[multifandom1writer]

Genshin Impact brainrot!

I've had this idea for years and I'm gonna write it now cause I wanna and I have free time.

2nd person cause I realized I hate writing in 1st person (thanks to the previous post, go check that out btw, also, STOP SCREAMING AT ME IM WORKING ON PART 2 GODDAMINT)

You had been a bounty hunter since you knew how to walk, your parents taught you everything there was to know, how to haunt, stalk, attack and kill.

You knew every way of killing and how to kill.

From rabbits and frogs, to beasts and humans, there was not a single thing that could escape your hands.

Therefore you made your way up in the ranks till you became part of the top 3.

However you did have a more kind and caring side to you.

You found love and raised a family, and now you've had a lovely husband and son for hundreds and thousands of years, being inmortal had its perks.

You had your job and your love, two things you'd like to keep very far away from each other.

Your husband was none other than Mora- I mean, Zhongli, former god of contracts and archon.

You met him hundreds of years ago in the aftermath of a mission

You were wounded and hurt, walking for miles and miles of snow in a deserted mountain.

Gripping your arm in a futile effort to stop the intense bleeding in your arm.

Wounded and hurt you walked and walked, not any closer to home than when you started your journey.

Your immortality only made the travel harder, walking and walking the blood in your veins never ending.

You felt it, deep in yourself, your soul, it wasn't ever going to let you go.

Suddenly, a man came out of the mist of snow, he was dressed in beautiful golden and white robe, beautiful long hair tied behind him.

You knew the man before you was no shorter of an Archon.

You could feel it in the way he just looked at you.

Suddenly he reached his arm forward, signaling for you to take it, so you did

Slowly all the pain seemed to flow out of your body, warmth enveloping your every being, overstimulating your mind and brain, fainting from the calloused feeling of peace.

Slowly you had woken up back home, everyday since then he came and visited you.

Shortly after, he started talking and soon enough you guys became friends.

Friends to partners, partners to lovers and lovers to soulmates.

You readied your matching sickle blades and stored them in your pockets.

-"I'm heading out"- you spoke and kissed your husband's forehead as you walked to the door.

-"best of luck"- said Zhongli from behind you, drinking some tea.

-"Where's Xiao?"- you asked, fixing your black collar.

-"Who knows where he is these days..."- sighed your husband.

You chuckled at him and gave him one last kiss before heading out.

You spent your day picking out bounty's and picking up your reward, sometimes being hired for a small job or two.

You were walking home when a Fatui guard stopped you.

-"Anything I can help you with?"- you murmured while glaring at the guard.

He only handed you a note and spoke

-"if your still interested meet me tomorrow at 6pm here."- he spoke in a low voice before walking off.

You simply hid the note in your pocket and walked home.

You didn't really have any grounds to reject him, hence you've worked a lot of jobs for the Fatui before, much to your husbands, and sons, dismay.

You opened the door and was greeted with a lovely smell of tea and food.

-"I'm home!"- you yelled out, maybe for now you can forget about the note.

You had a lovely dinner with your husband, surprisingly your son also stopped by so it was a great time all around.

Now came the dreadful moment where you'll have to read the note.

You hated working for the Fatui because normally it can get very messy.

(Plus your husband would kick your ass when you got home)

You opened it and read it carefully.

"Dear Bounty Hunter,

Greetings, how have you been?, We have another job we'd like to hire you for, surely you've heard all about the traveler, recently their missions and request have gotten in the way of our plans, and as much as we didn't want it to come to this, we decided we want you to end his life, as always the details will arrive later, but so that you decide this is worth your time, the pay will be much higher than any other job you've received from us.

All the best, Bounty Hunter.

- Fatui Harbingers"

You sweat dropped as you fisnihed reading the note, you knew exactly who they were talking about, after all he had made quite a name for himself, but to the point they want you to kill him?

It was insane, what's also insane is the thought of you actually considering it, the Fatui have always paid you high amount of mora, so much so that it came to the point you didn't have to work for a month or two.

And with that much of a raise, and how they pride themselves on how they pay in full everytime, you had no doubt in your mind they would follow through on their promise.

You sighed and put the letter away weighing the cons and pros of this whole thing, tomorrow you made your final desición.

Sooner than you would've liked morning came and you were getting ready to leave.

You heard Zhongli in the shower and sneakily grabbed the letter, making your way outside, screaming a -'See you later!'- to Zhongli before heading out.

You let the day run it's course and soon enough 6pm rolled around.

You tapped your foot impatiently waiting for the guard from yesterday to come around.

He came into view and you stood up straight.

He bowed and spoke -"sorry for being late, they didn't think you'd show"- he said.

You scoffed and replied -"whatever, just show me the details"- this was the last test, the last guarantee on wether you should take the job or turn the other way.

You read the letter and you knew, your brain had made a choice in no less than a second.

'1,600,000 Mora as payment'

You put the note away and looked at the guard, stretching out your hand.

-"Deal, lead me to him"- The guard smirked and shook your hand leading the way.

The traveler was wondering alone, he got a mystery commission and decided to take it.

He was walking in a humid cave, Paimon behind him commenting on every thing she saw.

He heard footsteps coming closer, and turned around pulling out a sword.

Soon enough you came into view, the traveler looked at you slowly.

You had messy brown short hair, black under liner, a sleeveless black turtleneck, with a chain going from shoulder to shoulder, Morax's sigil on each side, black military pants and matching combat boots, deadly sickle blades rested on each side of your waist hanging on by your belt.

You looked at him up and down, his grip on his sword never wavering or flattering.

-"Who are you"- he spoke as he looked at your unresponsive self.

-"I don't think it'll matter"- you muttered, getting closer to him

-"Why won't it matter?"- he spoke stepping away as you took a step closer

-"When your dead."- you spoke in a raspy voice, blades coming down on his sword, breaking it.

He cursed under his breath and threw the sword away, Paimon grabbing him by his side and lead him away, having realized who you are.

You grumbled lowly -"I hate it when they run"- you muttered and chased after them.

You chased him through the cave, coming close a few times, cuts and bruises littered his form, yet his pace never stopped.

Soon enough you reached the end of the cave, he fell and Paimon fell to the floor crying into the travelers chest.

You clinked your weapons together, sparks flying off because of the friction.

-"This was fun, sadly it won't be happening again"- you said, bringing your blades down.

He yelled something however, a name, as you went for the kill, one you didn't hear that well.

When your blades were supposed to meet with flesh they collided with another weapon.

You didn't bother looking at the travelers saviour before kicking them away.

Glaring as you stood straight, the figure helping the traveler up.

You decided to glare at them ready to attack.

However your moves came to a stop as you recognized the saviour of your enemy.

-"Xiao...?"- you murmured lostly as he took your moment of weakness to teleport somewhere inside the cave.

You grunted as your hunter senses came back, sickles out and looking for the two boys, almost like a predator stalking their prey.

Xiao looked around at the place he teleported them in, he couldn't think straight and he was looking around nervously, just trying to find a way out.

Aether stopped his raggedy movements, worry filled his being at the sight of his friend in such a state.

"Xiao what's wrong? How did that guy recognize you?" Spoke the traveler, softly holding his friends wrists

Xiaos breathing was fast and uneasy as his eyes centered on Aether.

He hugged him tightly, tears spilling.

-" your alive! Oh my archons your alive"- he spoke, worry and anxiety filled his very being at his words.

-"what do you mean?"- Asked the traveler pulling away from him.

-"The man you encountered is no one short of a god, he's powerful, fast, strong, smart and most importantly, he can never be killed."

-" He's had many names through the pass of time, Bounty Hunter, Karma's blade, Blood god, many many names, he's killed thousands, kings, Gods, beasts, creatures, everything, if you ever encounter him, you aren't getting out alive,"-

Worry filled aether's veins as he stared wide eyed at him.

-"But we may have a chance of getting out of this alive"-

-"If all those people you spoke of died how do we have a chance?!"- whisper-yelled Aether.

-"Because..."- He stopped in his sentence before making eye contact with Aether, his breathing finally calming down

-"Because he's my dad"- he spoke, eyes directed to the floor in sadness.

-"but isn't Zhongli your dad?"- asked aether.

Xiao held his hand up and pointed at his middle finger, aether slowly realized.

-"You have two dad's?!"- spoke the traveler at Xiao astosnihed.

Xiao shushed him aggressively putting a finger to his lips.

-"yes! Yes I do!"- he spoke trying to shush the screaming boy.

-"and one of them is trying to kill me.."- dread filled aether's body, the world coming down and crashing on him.

-"Yeah, but the other may be able to help"- murmured Xiao.

Suddenly a bang was heard and you were seen walking through destroyed rocks, eyes red, walking closer to the two of them.

Xiao stepped Infront of aether, getting his weapon out, his mask covering his face.

-"Move aside, you know I'll never hurt you, so don't force my hand"- you muttered gravely at your son, however his stance protecting his friend never moved.

You came closer and closer with each step.

-"C'mon, we even had a lovely dinner the other day, don't make me do this"- soon enough you were face to face with Xiao, your blood colored eyes having died down back to your normal brown ones.

You looked at him with such love Aether would've never believed you were the same person attacking him earlier.

-"please..."- you muttered gently, hand coming up and stroking his cheek through his mask, gentle tears ghosting your eyes at the thought of even hurting your son.

And just for a second, a slim second, Aether thought he might get away with his life after all.

However that hope was broken as Xiao slowly whispered

" 'm sorry...", He jumped and got in a fighting stance.

Your eyes went wide and brown was infected with red as you stared up at him, unsheathing your sickles.

He kicked you away with all his force and ran with Aether .

You had blocked the hit but the rocks around you had not been so lucky, you had bloodshot eyes and sharp fangs adorned your teeth.

You let out a low groan, almost growl like and ran after them in unimaginable speeds.

Destroying everything in your path, not a single nook and cranny left unbroken.

-"XIAO! WHERE ARE YOU?!"- you spoke loudly, voice booming around the cave, panting like a crazy man and acting like an animal.

You heard a clatter and ran over and destroyed the wall from which it came from.

It opened up to a whole new room, crystal shards littered every corner of the place.

Drop!

You looked around, it was silent for a few minutes and you just stood in the center of the room.

You closed your eyes and listened to everything around you.

Silence

Drop!

Silence

Clink

Silence

Crack!

Silence

Got ya'

You turned around and met the fearful eyes of Aether, you turned and ran to them, Xiao's voice cutting through your ears.

-"Move aether! Move!"- he yelled in a futile attempt to save his friend, however it was to late, your blades ran closer and closer, his demise and your reward only a second away from reaching your cold, merciless hand.

Closer and closer.

-'Goodbye Traveler, it was a gun hunt'- you smirked sadisticly at Aether.

-"DAD DON'T-'" spoke your son but you didn't listen to him, he had his hand reached out, tears falling down his face, hoping for his friend to grab it.

Everything seemed to go in slow mo.

BOOM!

It echoed through the room and the cave.

You stood up, out of it, while holding your head.

Your weapons laid coldly at your side.

You picked them up but didn't look the other way.

-"Teaming up against me now?..."- you spoke lowly, almost hurt and broken.

You knew that blast no matter where you went, the gentle sprinkle of gold around you only proving you right.

-"Zhongli, my love, why are you defending this boy?"- you spoke, turning your head and glaring at your husband and son, defending the traveler.

Your hungry, bloodthirsty red eyes met his own brown, calm and collected ones.

-"What curse has befallen you to the point you'd hunt a lost boy looking for his sister?..."-

Zhongli spoke, disbelief in his words as he looked at you wide eyed.

-"Why should I care? I don't even know his name..."- you grumbled slowly walking towards Zhongli.

-"and yet you hunt him like a wild dog...what happened to my husband? Because you are not him"- he spoke firmly, tears in his eyes.

-"I don't tend to mix work and my personal life, but don't worry darling, once I kill that stupid boy you'll never have to see this side of me again, and with the pay I'm receiving I'll be able to help out around the house for months!, Doesn't that sound lovley?"- you chuckled darkly walking closer to him, fangs and eyes on show as you walked closer to him.

You stopped Infront of him, looking down at his face, him looking up at you.

-"let's just forget about this yeah? Go home, I'll be back later."- you smiled intoxicatingly sweet at him.

-"no..."- he said.

-"no?"- you wondered at him.

-"then why waste my time."- you spoke bitterly at him, smile dissapearing as you looked down.

-"To distract you."- you turned around and aether and Xiao we're no longer there.

Turning to see Zhongli only to find he was no longer there as well.

You screamed out of frustration and looked around to see any sign to where they might have gone.

-"MORAX!"- echoed through the cave.

-"Traveler, I am trying to understand but the chances of this happening were almost impossible."- spoke Zhongli as he slowly helped the two of them up the cave and outside.

-"I'm just as lost as you are..."- spoke aether, his brain still processing everything.

-"We need to help him! If it wasn't thanks to us he would be dead!"- spoke Xiao running ahead of Aether and to his dad.

-"I am aware, but I do have a plan, my husband is very strong, stronger than the whole world, we may not be able to defeat him, but we may be able to get Aether away from here with his life."-

To which Aether responded to Zhongli

-"I'd think if I want to get away it'd be with my life thanks"- he muttered looking down at the ground wide eyed.

-"I won't promise anything, let's draw him in once we get to the top of the cave, there we'll hide the traveler and me and Xiao will try to speak with him"- said Zhongli guiding the group, decing on the plan.

You had been looking for a hot minute yet there was no sign of any of them.

It was moments like these were you cursed Zhongli's sneakiness.

Suddenly you heard some steps above and smirked.

'Rookie mistake'

You climbed your way on top, fast and unscathed

You landed on the hard rock and looked at the night sky, looking for any of the three.

-"Dad."- you turned around quickly and Xiaos form came into view.

-"Got tired of running from dear old dad?"- you laughed bitterly at him.

-"Don't patronize our son dear"- Zhongli spoke from beside you.

You laughed and walked backwards.

-"What, you came up with some amazing plan to take me down? Is that what this is?"-

You chuckled bitterly running a hand down your face.

-"Why?"- you spoke, both Xiao and Zhongli staying quiet and looking at you.

-"Why are you wasting so much time and effort on this- this- this boy!"- you spoke, disgust and surprise in your voice.

-"That 'boy' helped me and saved me, I owe him everything"- spoke Xiao, standing up to you.

You looked at him but before you could respond Zhongli decided it was his turn to speak.

-"He's right you know? That boy is powerful, he is a person with a lot of value and will, he's the means to an end! And your willing to throw that away just for a few more Mora in your pocket?"- spoke Zhongli staring at you in disbelief

-"I've killed millions and thousands, little boys and little girls, father's and mother's, grand parents and even Gods..

What does one gifted boy have that they didn't?"- you muttered through gritted teeth and hate.

Not at your family but at everything else that made you fight against them

Zhongli scoffed and looked at you.

-"you think all those kills are something to be proud of? I love you, I truly do, but the demise of someone is not something even the darkest of monsters are proud of..."- muttered Zhongli at you, tears pricking his eyes.

You looked down at him and murmured -"Then I guess I'm a monsters nightmare.."-

Silence enveloped the both of you.

Till you spoke up.

-"Both of you!"- you yelled out

-"You have 5 hours to decide, that boy or me, depending on your answer, this could turn for the better....or the worse."- you muttered walking over to a rock and sitting on it.

Making both Zhongli and Xiao tense up, you smirked and reached down, Aether's long hair in your hand as he was pulled out by your string hand.

You scoffed at him and threw him on the ground.

-"5 hours, that's all you get"- muttering you started sharpening your blade while they went off to talk about what to do.

The time went by painfully slow, slow strokes in order to sharpen your blade were everything that met your ear

Once 5 hours hit you stood up and walked over to them.

-"made your desicion?"- you said looking down at them.

Xiao and Aether straightening their back, Zhongli giving you the same calm and collected look.

-"Yes we have"- spoke your son.

You made a 'Well?' look and Xiao sucked in a breath before speaking.

-"We choose Aether."-

Well shit.

Your eyes widened but you collected yourself

Nodding at the two of them before walking and taking out the letter from your pocket.

They all stared at you in question, wondering what your next move was gonna be.

You pulled out the Fatui card and then a lighter burning it.

It dropped to the ground, slowly creating ashes.

You looked down and shut your eyes tight, bracing yourself for the pain.

The sound of a sword reached your ears, but you didn't even try to fight it.

The sharp object bit through your skin and chest.

You dropped to the ground and coughed up blood, you knew this wouldn't kill you, it couldn't kill you.

But Archons did it hurt like hell.

You looked down to see your blood covered hand and the screams of your son and husband.

You were shaking and while you knew you were going to survive, it did not stop the underlying anxiety.

You felt as two guards came and picked you up, passing out from the pain.

You told them whatever they choose, the outcome would change drastically

Zhongli's eyes widened and he stared at his husband, on the ground in pain, he yelled out to him but Fatui guards came and held him back.

He screamed for you to get up while Xiao was trying to get past them, Aether helping how he could.

Zhongli didn't want to resort to violence, but when he saw two guards have the audacity to grab you and try take you away.

He

Saw

RED.

The battle field was broken and bloody, Xiao laid bloody on one side, helping an innured Aether.

Zhongli softly sang while holding your unconscious body, treating and healing your wounds, just how he did a hundred years ago.

All the Fatui soldiers that had come to take you away now laid dead and bloody around the peaceful man.

His humming just became more tranquil once he finishes his job.

Stroking your cheek with love, looking down at you in his lap with adoration.

He kissed you in the forehead, staying there for a few seconds before rising up and carrying you in his arms.

Mumbling something about 'having a serious talk about your jobs later'

Both of the boys just smiled at the figure of a walking Zhongli, lovingly holding his much larger husband in his arms as he sang and talked with him, even if he was unconscious.

The two of them were clearly made for the other, just a simple interaction and it was clear as day how destiny had aligned their paths.

A God and A killer.

Both of their souls entwined, no matter what happened, what fights and battles they got into.

They were always going to love each other.

Always.

How sweet.

[idonthaveanyurlideas]

oh my god!!!! oh my god!!!!!!!!!! i just fucking finished reading Mutualism after about 10 days. i dont think ive ever read something that made me feel every single moment, all the ups and downs and disassociation and loss and joy were so incredible and made me grin and laugh and tear up so fucking much. i cannot describe how sad i feel now that ive finished it, i wish i had a physical copy that i could buy and read over and over again cuz AHHHHHHHH!!!! i felt engaged the entire story and there was never a dull moment... AGHHHHH im so happy!!!!!

everyday manifesting gomi falling from the black hole

YEsssSS yESSSSSS join me in the brainrot and the Gomi-Fall-From-The-Black-Hole Summoning Circle (and thank you so much im glad you enjoyed it skjfdgds)

[kuroosdarling]

omg aims wait I forgot that I wanted to share knight!kuroo thoughts help

do yk the anime Akatsuki no yona? if not plspls watch it! Knight Kuroo who’s known u since u were kids, teasing u, silly banter etc etc. It’s when u two hit, ur father officially entrusts kuroo to protect u, to accompany u at all times (which he already did).

he would take u horse riding, sword fighting n sometimes without anyone knowing he would sneak u out of the palace n into the main city. The smile u gave him, the way ur eyes shined at the thought of being away from the palace, away from all the rules n restrictions a princess has to follow.

the silly little banters GOD, that’s the best part. He loved how quick u were with the clever comebacks to his teasing, ur confidence, charm….knight!kuroo loved it all a bit too much. by the time he realises he shouldn’t hold such feelings for a friend, a princess he’s meant to serve nevertheless, it’s too late n he’s fallen too deep.

ur not any better…always looking forward to ur shenanigans, wanting to stare into his pretty eyes all day. his confidence, authoritativness, charm, suave nature draws u in. he constantly reminds himself that he can never have u, that you’re way out of his league. a mere knight he is n not a prince worthy of ur love. He’s got no castle, carriages or riches but god, he’s willing to do anything or give up anything for u.

ur parents decide u r of marriageable age n spread the word so that other princes come in n offer their proposals. everyday there’s many princes walking into ur palace, trying to charm u with honey like words, doing all it takes to impress u but ur heart already belongs to someone else, someone u cannot have. the princes try n fail one by one, dejected coz it’s YOU of all people that’s rejecting them, who wouldn’t want to marry u?

kuroo sees this princes go in n he prays to every deity that u say no. he does wanna see u happily married, but the thought of u being with another man? disgusting. i just know he makes judgy faces at the guys who try to win ur heart. nsjsjd oh if it’s the other way around? Kuroo is a handsome man n one would be a fool to not try to bag him. The ladies in the palace love him, a few giving him that look. Worse when he plays nice n gives them a shy smile. ur so pissed at him that u wanna kiss that smile off his face.

I need to shut up i’m so sorry 😭

zuro anon

OH MY GOD !!! u spoil me, u truly do. i am so obsessed with all of this !! please you can come here anytime and talk about this man with me !!

royal au + childhood friends to lovers w kuroo is the dreamiest dream !!! sneaking out of the castle w him would be so fun … he shows you a different side of life that you would’ve lost if you stayed cooped up in the castle like the king intended. (it’s giving aladdin vibes ngl 🤭 LOVE !)

i know he’d tear himself up for falling for you lowkey. he feels it’s his duty to protect you and be there for you but he probably feels a little guilty about it all. especially since the king placed so much trust into him, but he can’t help it !! you’re too wonderful !!

jealous knight!kuroo now .. oh my god you have me THINKING. the fic i had going for kuroo is basically this : you’re at the ball and dancing with the prince that your parents are heavily encourging you to marry. and he’s so besides himself … eventually he whisks you away and confesses to you. and ofc you return his affection!! so he’s overwhelmed with passion and starts kissing you. he starts to take you right there in the hallway but quickly collects himself and realizes that you deserve more than that. so he takes you to your room and …

but omg the tables turning and you being jealous of the other girls ?? OH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH !! UR BRAIN !!! yes. absolutely yes. he probably catches on too because he’s so in tune to you. but in the end, his heart belongs to you and no other person could take that away.

IM IN LOVE WITH ALL OF THIS !!! thank u for fueling my brainrot <3333

[miutonium]

Honestly I will not shut up, it's still so surreal to me that people would enjoy my selfship and me gushing about Utonium in blog and I'm able to gush about him without feeling guilty or anxious as I was months ago and ahhh it makes me cry that people would say nice things about my selfship too 😭😭😭 idk what I did to deserve you guys but akhdksoa I love yall 😭😭😭💕💕

[ddarker-dreams]

Thinkin bout in scarlet ribbons as an otome, in shoujo beat manga, there always seems to be a built in “rival” that isn’t the bucci gang and sr reader runs into an old crush or a really nice guy and goes on a date, I feel like they’d follow her around “secretly” (sr reader can literally hear fugo yelling) like in Ouran when the hosts followed Haruhi a lot. Idk I love the fact it’s supposed to work as an otome, but otome’s have a storyline for each character you choose so im always wondering what the “big issue/scenario” that happens in each storyline like in mysme when each character had a main issue and resolution that built feelings up. Idk the scarlet ribbons brainrot is very much in my head oopsies but seriously thank u for writing this series I come to this account everyday wondering what ur up to even tho I don’t play genshin and im not a chrollo girl lol! Thank u for writing and sharing it with us <3333

i've played around with this idea a lot!!! there’s something somewhat similar to what you described in lunch club, but maybe i’ll write a fic that explores the idea of a rival outside of the bucci gang more... i could see that potentially being a thing on fugo or mista’s route. as for how i imagined the setup of the routes/the main conflict, this is my extremely rough outline of how i’d want it to be aside from the endings (in order of what routes you should complete from first to last). 

Guido Mista - “Pretty Vacant” 

Mista always going out of his way to be paired with SR Reader on jobs after he joins the gang, a large emphasis on him trying to get Sex Pistols under control and the shenanigans involved with that. He’s always trying to ask her out/be flirty but it mostly goes over her head. She says something about viewing him like a silly older brother and it ruins his week. 

In a desperate bid to get closer to SR Reader, he asks if she can teach him the basics of ballet. Makes up some story about how it’s his long lost dream that was never fully realized. She immediately gets all excited over this development, starts mumbling about routines/stretches, how the sooner they get started the better, etc. Mista thinks he hit the jackpot. Until he learns just how intensive ballet is. She makes it look so easy, and wow, her body is easy on the eyes... now it’s his turn and uh. His muscles take a long time to recover. 

Since this is the more lighthearted route, the main conflict stems from Mista trying to claw himself out of the friendzone. He gets his chance to shine during a firefight, Clint Eastwood style, saying cool (but slightly cheesy) one-liners while fighting side by side with SR Reader. He’s living his best action movie life after flirting with a brick wall for months. 

 Narancia Ghirga - “Walk This Way” 

SR Reader visits Narancia every day while he’s hospitalized and recovering from the eye treatment Bucciarati paid for. He’s somewhat aloof at first, but slowly opens up as she discusses music and Western culture that he’s interested in. He begins to look forward to her visits the most. 

Narancia can tell that SR Reader has mixed feelings about him taking Polpo’s test/becoming a member of Passione, and strives to prove himself as a worthy member. Following some events where he manages to do just that + confronts SR Reader with his chest all puffed out, though she’s confused. Saying she didn’t view him to be immature/unworthy, but rather that she thought he deserved more out of life than being a soldato. She’s always found him to be perfectly capable. He’s then smitten.

The main conflict would come after the events of VA, when SR Reader is given an opportunity to pursue her ballet career again overseas. Narancia doesn’t think she’d accept it, and when he lightheartedly mentions this to her, is surprised when she doesn’t joke back and reaffirm his belief. That’s when he realizes she’s seriously considering the possibility and he’s torn. 

Pannacotta Fugo - “May This Be Love” 

Fugo almost completely ignores SR Reader for the first week or so following Bucciarati introducing her as the second member of his gang. She doesn’t really take it to heart and keeps on doing her thing. Slowly yet surely, Fugo warms up to hear and begins to find her endearing... 

At some point or another, SR Reader asks if he wouldn’t mind driving her to a dance studio since she doesn’t have her license in Italy. Since he finds her a little cute, he accepts, and starts looking forward to the car rides. The two of them have far more in common than he expected. His initial impression is that SR Reader is somewhat of a ditz, but he’s surprised to learn she’s got sharp wit and grounded views on life (if not a touch optimistic). It’s refreshing. 

The main conflict for Fugo’s route is mostly him coming to grips with not joining the rest of the team/the image of SR Reader growing further and further away haunting him. Lots of self-loathing on his behalf, guilt, avoiding SR Reader when she tries to reach out to him following the conclusions of VA. 

Leone Abbacchio - “Melancholy Man” 

Abbacchio’s route starts in the middle of a late night stakeout job that him and SR Reader have been tasked with — mostly with her musings and him barely paying attention. He’s gotten good at tuning out her ramblings at this point. Although, she suddenly makes a comment about his complexion being paler than usual. Unbeknownst to her, his nightmares about past events have been more visceral, causing some sleep deprivation. He’s surprised that she managed to pick up on it since he wears makeup. 

SR Reader goes from “annoying” classification to “semi acceptable” classification in Abbacchio’s mind. He has something of an appreciation for her never prying too much, yet expressing genuine care and concern over his well being. He wonders how she manages to strike such a balance. Abbacchio is in absolute denial over forming any romantic feelings for her for the longest time, thinking himself unworthy of pursuing love/happiness after his tumultuous past. 

Abbacchio’s main conflict is his refusal to open up and occasionally verbally snapping at SR Reader whenever she encroaches on vulnerable territory. Especially since she does her best to challenge his unhealthy beliefs rather than standing idly by as he engages in self-destructive behavior. 

Bruno Bucciarati - “Miss You”

It’d start during the few months that SR Reader was living underneath Bruno’s roof until she had enough money to rent her own place. She ends up finding a picture of little Bruno with his parents while cleaning as a way to thank him, talks to him about it, he opens up a tiny bit. Then cuts himself off, thinking about how he needs to maintain a professional image with his team’s members. 

Bruno realizes how empty and cold his home feels when SR Reader eventually moves out. He’s confused, since on one hand, he’s proud of her getting on her own feet again — shouldn’t that make him happy? He reminisces about how her presence brings him back to his childhood, since the two of them made meals together and almost acted like his parents before his mother wanted a divorce. 

His main difficulty stems from wanting to not ruin the friendly relationship he has with SR Reader now by pursuing her, especially since he’s technically in a position of power as leader. He wants to be content with the possibility of her being in a relationship with the other members (perhaps Narancia comes to him seeking advice on getting SR Reader’s attention), but it never sits well with him. So he’s in conflict with himself over everything. 

Giorno Giovanna - “Diamonds and Pearls”

Takes places a few months before the events of Vento Aureo. SR Reader is at the airport in Naples after having returned from a trip to visit her home, Giorno mistakes her for a foreigner, strikes up friendly conversation before offering his taxi service at a discount price. She apologizes and informs him that she already has a ride before thanking him and running off. He thinks it’s a shame he couldn’t swindle any money from her since her ride looks expensive (Bucciarati’s rental...).

Giorno finds that aside from Bucciarati, SR Reader is the member most cordial with him, always going out of her way so that he can feel included. She ultimately affirms his belief of being someone he can rely on while battling one of the Stand users sent to capture Trish. From then on out, they have mutual respect for one another.

SR Reader coming to terms with what went down during VA and some lingering bitterness toward Giorno for being the one who (somewhat) put things into motion is his main conflict. He also clears out her past debts with Passione, so she’s given the opportunity to leave the organization altogether, even if he wants her to stay by his side deep down. 

[espritmuse]

Cute ask bc our babies deserve some lovely dovey things: reader just got a locket heart and ask them to put a photo of them innit. With the warriors pls?

Thank you a lot and also just wanted to say that I love your writing, every notification just makes me so happy 💖☺ you're absolutely amazing

Pls your message made my day bsdjnzndn I love u ty so much u don’t even know <333333 AND YEAH I LOVE THE IDEA I HOPE U LIKE IT ( Im in a warrior brainrot moment for some reason so it’s perfect btw)

LOCKED HEART:

Reader x Warriors.

No warnings.

“Would you mind if I put a picture of you in my new necklace?”

♡ Reiner :

— His heart literally melted and his face turned a pinkish colour when you asked him, the empty necklace in your hands.

—He never had a very high value of himself so the fact that you want to keep him with you 24/7 is really unusual for him

—“Why…why would you do that?? I mean! Yes! Yes of course sweetheart.”

— He thought about this for the rest of the day, thinking of how much he loves you and how much he wants to grow old with you.

— He’d probably end up purchasing the same necklace and would put a picture of you too, one of the ones he took of you with his camera during a date in the countryside.

♡ Zeke:

—He made fun of you at first, probably to hide his embarrassment.

— Since he didn’t grow up in an healthy and loving family, it’s unfamiliar that someone act this way toward him.

— “Are you a grandma or something??”

— But when he saw your disappointed face, he chuckled and started looking for a picture of him.

— “I’m messing with you angel, of course I want to.” He said, cupping your face and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

♡ Annie:

— Annie still struggle with her emotions, she can easily get overwhelmed and don’t really know how to react to that.

— You’re one of the first people to whom she’s drawn too, to whom she feels comfortable around, so she’d be very happy about this.

— But Annie stays Annie and she just acted like that didn’t meant a lot to her.

— “yeah. Whatever babe if you want.”

— But you know her, and you saw her slight smile when she left the room to look for a picture to put in your necklace.

♡ Porco:

— This boy was so exited about this.

— He tried to find the best picture of him, looking for the perfect one, the one you could look at and be proud of.

— “Porco you look amazing in all of them…”

— “Nah. Wait look at this one!! Oh wait no… never mind I look weird.”

— “yeah nothing unusual.”

— So extra about it. Like he’d kiss the necklace everyday and would get mad if he sees you without it.

♡ Pieck:

— I feel like she was actually be the one that had this whole idea.

— She was reading a book and saw the main characters doing this and wanted to do the same with you.

— “okay okay… this picture! It looks so good baby look! You’re so pretty I’m gonna cry.”

— She’s such a softy and would melt everytime she’d open the necklace.

— “I’m so glad I chose this picture… just look at you…”

— kiss the necklace before going to sleep.

♡ Bertholdt:

— A blushing mess.

— “oh… hum… y-yeah. Yeah sure!!”

— He always wanted to do it, finding this very romantic but was too shy to ask you, scared that you’d make fun of him.

— Instead of a picture of him, he gave you a picture of both of you.

— “ It’s not just me or you… it’s us now…”

— yeah or maybe it was because the only pictures he had of himself were the ones you took while she was doing some weird positions during his sleep…

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