#the blurry brainrot is too strong

[cgerice]

Clark just has to check really quick...make sure this isn't a hoax.... absolutely no other reason at all.....

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[comet-frog]

think i have an idea urg

[monayen]

"Ku-Ku." | Randal Ivory

➷ Paring - Randal Ivory x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - Noncon, Master/Pet play, cunnilingus, fingering, slight bloodplay, unsafe sex, pain

a/n - randal brainrot, i adore this lil freak :3 first fic on this blog btw !! requests open (check my pinned) also ignore any mistakes

Luther Von Ivory scans his options presented to him, there are many animals, but he's looking for something specific. A human. He actually didn't know what his brother preferred in humans, but he's sure Randal wouldn't question Luther’s wonderful taste.

The employee gets to you, “She just came in.” He sees you kick around in the cage you were in, “Let me out! I’m not an animal!” Luther sticks a long finger through the bars of your enclosure. He winces when he feels you chomp down on it, quickly drawing it back.

“Are you sure this isn't a dog? I much prefer cats if that's the case.���

“She's a full blooded human! Trust me, found her hitchhiking on the side of the road myself.”

“Hm, okay then. I’ll take her.” Luther’s lucky he kept a sedative in his car. You’ll get trained later.

Randal basically squeals when he sees you, immediately pulling you out of the box and into his arms. For however drugged up you were, you could make out what they were saying perfectly.

He shook you, “Brother, you really didn't!”

“I did. Isn't she pretty?”

“Yeah! I like the way her eyes droop, the drool is a great touch too.”

“That's not permanent, Randal.”

“Oh.” He pauses, “Well, her name is (Y/N).” You can barely mumble as you make out blurry beady eyes staring at you through thick rimmed glasses, “I want…to go… h…home.”

A bizarre giggle escaped his lips, ku ku? “Don't be silly, you are home now.”

You decided to just sleep.

Soon, you had to wake up. And when you do, you see you’ve been put in a frilly, black dress. It’s short sleeved with a white bow on the v-neckline, lace detailing follow the curve of your waist. You notice matching thigh-high black socks on you as well, though you didn't have on any shoes.

You are sober enough to note the room. Posters hang on the wall, all odd anime things, along with creepy dolls littering around that stare. It then hits you that you are sitting in a cushioned coffin.

Holy shit. This is some freak shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Before you can fully get up, the door slams open. “You’re awake!” It's the boy, Randal. You scream and jump back, falling back onto carpeted floor. Suddenly, he’s on top of you.

“Nyon reeeaaaallllyyyy got you in some cute clothes! You look like a doll! Very lifelike.” He seems to hum out the words as he straddles your hands to the side of your head.

“I want to go home! Let me go home!” You thrash beneath him, but he's freakishly strong for someone so lanky. His grip tightens on your wrists. “Nuh-uh. We bought you. Legally, you are mine.”

He keeps that toothy smile on his face, “Anyways, you were on the side of the road. You really didn't have a family, did you?” Randal laughs his weird laugh again while you stare at him with wide eyes, “Exactly what I thought!”

He doesn't loosen his grip as he brings his mouth down to lick your ear. You clamp up, “Don't… don't do that.” It comes out meekly, and though Randal isn't that intimidating in size, you feel dwarfed.

“Ah, I can train you however I want. I’m your master, remember?” Randal’s breath feels hot on the side of you before he licks you again, this time on your neck. “How about you say it? Say that I’m your master.”

You choke on a sob you didn't realize you were holding in as he murmurs into your ear, “Hey, listen to me.” Randal’s noticeably becoming more aggravated, his gloved nails are digging into your wrists now. He still keeps that terrible smile on his face.

With burning skin, you whisper, “You're… you’re my master…” Randal twists your wrists, “Louder for me.”

You cave in, “You're my master!” Finally, the pressure on your wrists is gone. He laughs again, moving one hand down to your waist while the other rests on your thigh. “Ku-ku, I like that!”

He fiddles with the side of your dress, slowly hiking it up to where your thighs and panties are fully exposed for him, the red on his face deepens. “You really are so so pretty! Soft, like a human pillow, so soft. I just wanna eat you.” He breathes heavily, “I just might.”

There's something prodding at the fabric on your thigh, he pulls them apart without much hesitation. “Please, don't.” Again, it’s quiet. He coos at your small plea, “Pets have to listen. Now, lift your ass.”

Finally, you're exposed to him. The dress is discarded next to you, along with your underwear. You want to curl up, hide, cover, anything. You can't. His grasp is too firm, and truthfully, you are scared. He doesn’t care to hurt you. He sees you as a pet, his human. That is your biggest flaw

Gloved fingers find your cunt, prodding at your entrance. Randal fiddles with the fly of his pants, pulling himself out. He strokes himself lazily, eyes glued to the sight of his fingers sinking into your pretty pussy. A small moan forces it way out of you, he has long fingers– like his brother. Soon, he’s knuckle deep, face inches from your slick heat.

“Hah, you're dripping!” You can't bare to look at him, head tilted in the air as you huff at the good

feeling. You aren't prepared when he suddenly sticks his tongue between your thighs. Oh. That gets a long moan out of you, “Nooo–”

Randal smirks, savoring your taste as he sloppily laps his tongue around his fingers and against your cunt. He can't help himself but jerk off his aching cock, getting off to your noises. He’s tasting you, but he wants more.

It feels like hours, but it's probably only been a few minutes that he’s been eating you out. It's creditably sloppy, drool drips down between you and you know he isn't great at it– but the eagerness makes a knot build in your abdomen. A loud moan mixes with your pleas when that knot snaps. You let go a pitched breath when he finally separates his tongue and fingers from you, moving to hover atop of you.

“I was right, you taste amazing.” He’s catching his breath, grabbing his cock as he aligns it between you, “You’ll feel amazing.” You want to beg but you know he wouldn't listen, why would you? You're just a pet. A pet he can do whatever to.

He rubs against you, teasing his tip at your entrance. “You want it? You want me to fuck you?” The shade on his face is heavy, his glasses are foggy but you can still see the glint of lust behind them, staring right at you. He grabs your face to look at him, “Say it. Tell your master you want it.” Again, he digs his nails into your puffy cheeks.

“Please– please master…” He roughly ruts against you, the side of his length rubs against your clit as he groans, “Fuck yeah!” Randal pitches, loud moans pull out of him, grabbing your clothed legs and angling them to rest on his shoulders, finally sinking his whole length into you.

You swear you see blood drip from his nose when he forces himself in, but you can't focus on it, he’s already moving in and out.

God, he's loud. Louder than you even, he can't keep himself together, clearly in bliss with his mouth hanging open slightly. “Ooooh– perfect, perfect pet!” Randal folds you, positioning roughly. He's trying to reach the deepest parts of you, he isn't concerned how your legs sting at the stretch. He's too focused on the way your tits bounce up and down, hypnotizing him to go deeper, faster.

You really are perfect, tight and wet around him. He wants to keep staring into your big, teary, eyes. It all aches him to get closer to you. He wants to fully consume you. For him to become a part of you. No, scratch that. You become a part of him.

“Hah, hah, you make your master feel soooo good.” He licks your tears, making you attempt to pull slightly from him, but he doesn't allow that to happen. Instead, he makes sure to fold you more, knees pressed against your chest in a way that makes you even tighter around him.

He’s speeding up, babbling about how good you feel. You feel like you can't even get a breath in now, it's hard to expand your lungs with your legs and Randal’s weight so close to your chest. Red blood drips onto your face and you look to see the pure lust Randal has spread across his face. You want to reach and wipe the blood so badly, feeling how it drips so closely to your mouth. Randal beats you to it first, gripping your face again and wiping his blood around with his thumb.

He laughs, smearing it across your face. Then, he tightens his grip again, his blood covered thumb rests on your quivering bottom lip, “Open up, doll.” You grit your teeth, trying to turn but his grasp locks you in place. “Ah, you should listen to your master.” You relent. “Good girl, ku-ku. I know you bite– don’t even try.” Then, he sticks his whole thumb in your mouth, rubbing it on the back of your tongue to make sure you taste the iron. You want to gag and bite, but you know you can't.

Randal finally draws his gloved thumb from your mouth, his blood replaced with your saliva. “Fuck– you feel so good, you me to come outside or inside? You– ah, tell me.” He’s twitching inside you, and quickly you shake your head, “No–”

“Kidding, I'm coming inside!”

Your stomach turns, and you hate the knot in your abdomen that makes you tighten around him, helping him come undone inside of you. He’s pumping white before you can even refuse, snapping his hips against you so hard you're sure you might bruise.

It's hard to tell how long it's been when Randal finally pulls out of you. You feel him drip down your sore legs, dampening your thigh-high socks. He eventually gets off on top of you as you both catch your breath. You lay on the carpet, a sticky and full sensation swallows you whole.

Randal has the nerve to snuggle next to you, wrapping his arms around your bare waist and burying his face into your neck. The smallest sob gets stuck in your throat, there isn't any way to get out of this, is there?

“Sh, just go to sleep. You have more training later.” Ku-ku.

[thegnomelord]

feral Mage reader that sees the ropes under Price's clothing and can't help but stare at it all day, but being the cocky bastard he is, he refuses to admit how turned on it makes him when confronted by price

Price Does Shibari

CW: NSFW but no sex, shibari and rope bondage, teasing, military inaccuracies. Shitty and quick but god the brainrots are killing me. Price's chest is like this, ass like this

As a mage, you are many things, chief amongst them — Arrogant. Price is everything you aren't: calm, tactical, humble, and most of all patient. He knows just how impulsive you are and makes it a 'fun' game of riling you up and seeing how long you can go before your arrogance breaks and you're on your knees begging for him.

On the nights you spend in his room you usually wake up first, but this time when you roll over to get a final snuggle with him you find his side of the bed empty. Rolling back over you look around and your blurry eyes settle on his back. God every part of him is your favorite but his back does things to you, the strong muscle shifting beneath his skin with every motion of his arms, the way you can follow the trail of sparse dark brown hair from his shoulders and down his spine to his thick arse and thighs.

But as your vision clears you notice something else; Rope

It's the same color your eyes were before your magic gave them an unnatural glow. The ropes start at mid thigh, tied firm to make his thighs even more plush and squeezable, going up his legs to meet more rope like a garter belt. Knots are tied from his balls up his perineum to crisscross just below his tailbone, going above and along the crease where his arse meets his thighs. It hides his hole but you can't complain when the knots spread and push his cheeks out, giving them better definition that has your hands twitching for a squeeze.

"Did I die and go to heaven?" You can't help but say, shamelessly and obviously groping your cock over the bedsheets.

"Peter would never let you past the gates." He snorts and turns to you, his attention fixed on wrapping the ropes. But he smirks when you feels your eyes take him in.

The ropes wrapping along the crease of his hips come up to wrap and crisscross near his dick, making it stand out. Your eyes trail up, following the intricately tied knots up his torso, the rope bright and vibrant against the backdrop of his dark body hair. You almost swallow your tongue when your eyes arrive at his chest. The ropes tied in more knots create tight triangles around each pec until they're pushes out and perky, creating a diamond shape just bellow the start of his sternum and disappearing over his shoulders.

"Wha'd I do to deserve this?" You ask as you drink him in. You would never have the patience to do something like that, but good god does he look good in this.

"Nothing." He smirks, arms flexing so the rope strains against his muscles and pushes his chest out even more.

Your danger senses should have been triggered there and then, but then he was bending over to grab his pants off the floor and the ropes were spreading his asscheeks wide and you could just about catch a glimpse of his hole beneath the knots and your brain was leaking into your cock.

"You didn't do anything." He continues, and a disheartened noise escapes you when he hides his perfect arse in his pants that are just loose enough to hide the ropes when he stands still or doesn't bend too much. "Doin' this for me sweetheart."

"Liar." You accuse, pushing away the sheets so you can properly grope your cock — a half hearted attempt to tempt him into returning to bed. "You're not seriously going to-"

"Don't forget you have recruit duty today soldier." He cuts you off, a downright evil look in his eyes when he puts on a tight shirt and then a standard issue jacket. "Stop wastin' time with your cock in your hand and get up already."

You barely manage a response before he's going out the door, pausing only to bend over at the last second to tie his shoes and make your eyes go to his arse when the pants strain to contain it.

The day is complete hell for you and Price joins you for the majority of it. You don't take it out on the recruits. You definitely don't target any recruit that eyes Price's chest a second too long(even when you do the same), especially when Price crosses his arms and pushes his chest out and you can just imagine those ropes leaving red lines across his skin and perking his pecs up. You certainly don't throw a ball of magic at the recruit who stumbles face first into Price's chest while doing ash magic training.

It's made even worse for you when you're called for a general meeting for battle strategy and you're standing behind him. Even when you try your eyes still go down to his arse when he bends over the table to point at something and his arse fills out his pants and that has your cock filling with blood faster than anything.

"Mage, are you listening?" Price barks and throws a look over his shoulder, bringing everyone's eyes to you.

"Yeah," You grunt, trying not to draw attention to your predicament. "I'm paying attention."

"Paying real close attention." Gaz snickers next to Soap, their amusement intensifying when you glare at them.

Price continues as if nothing's wrong, going over battle tactics and terrain as if he's not wearing ropes instead of underwear under his pants, as if his chest doesn't push out more than usual when he crosses his arms, as if he can't feel your burning gaze at his back. When the meeting ends you stick around while the others leave, letting your eyes firmly fix on his backside.

"You're awfully distracted today sweetheart." He smirks, turns to rest his hip against the table and cross his arms.

"I'm attentive enough." You argue, trying to appear dismissive. Sometimes your pride is a real killer.

"Mhmm." He hums, "And your lil'lad is definitely not tenting your pants." Price is mean, knows exactly when you try to deflect and is quick to point it out.

"You're imagining." Huffing you wave him off, shifting from one leg to the other to put the pressure of your pants off your poor cock. Your cock's been half-hard for at least half a day, your body begging to feel him— to pull him by the ropes on his chest and kiss him till you're both breathless —even when you stubbornly hold on.

"I'm imagining. Is that so?" He tilts his head, a smug little smirk on his lips. "Well, then you'll be happy to know you're doing graveyard shift with me."

Fuck. A full night of just doing paperwork with him, knowing what lied beneath his clothes, sounded like hell and made heaven sing in your blood. "Lovely."

"Yeah, ah' thought so." Price smirks, turns and bends over the table to grab some documents. You swallow hard when his ass pushes out against his pants, you can just about see a bit of rope peek beneath the material. "Get back to work." He says with a smirk as he stands up, walking away with a seductive and hypnotic sway of his hips.

You're not at your breaking point just yet...

But you're close.

[books-and-dragons]

I'm so sorry, I'm kinda drunk and dropping another idea, do with it whatever ye will.

Yknow how in the beginning of the game, Sojiro tells Ren he won't take care of him when he gets sick?

Consider: he's not used to city germs/being that closely shoved against other people on the train. He DOES start to get sick around Kamoshida's Palace, powers through it, and then is SUPER sick just after it's over.

He plans on sucking it up and hiding it, but Futaba hears his hacking coughs over her bug even when he's upstairs, followed by wheezing, maybe even a little weeping. He's constantly in and out of the bathroom, and he's starting to run out of tissues.

Futaba nervously texts Sojiro that the kid they took in sounds awful. Sojiro is gruff at first and says he's not a baby, he can take care of himself. She responds by sending him the audio and suddenly Dad Instincts kick in

y/n

obviously it's a YES, our brainrots continue because early-game ren and sojiro dynamics break my heart every time how dare you get me so invested in this idea, this post got too long so it's going under a read more

listen listen look i love sojiro and the coffee family okay, but early-game?? sojiro could catch these hands

ren has already been though so much by the time he arrives in tokyo, to then be put into a dusty old attic like a spare part would absolutely fit in with ren's own perception of himself at that stage. it would be almost too easy for him to put his own health on the backburner kinda like he's already used to it

very used to not taking up space, 'not being a bother', and then sojiro really reinforces this message when ren first gets to leblanc- so when ren inevitably gets ill a month into his probation, it's already doomed for maladaption

tokyo would be such a breeding ground for sickness compared to the countryside, and ren just doesn't have the consitution to deal with it. the dusty attic and poor eating habits don't help matters, and then we have the stress of kamoshida and the metaverse?? ren is not having a Good Time™

at first it's something he thinks he can shrug off, and is adamant that ignoring it is the way to go. a cold, it's nothing, he can handle this alone, no need to bother anyone else with it.

inevitably, he gets worse, because that's what happens when you don't rest and let yourself recover. a tickly cough becomes a tightness in his chest, mild congestion shifts into an attack on his senses and blurriness- but maybe that's the dizziness. he's not really sleeping, either.

it's something that's becoming increasingly difficult to brush off and hide, he even relented to finally getting some medicine (nothing as strong as he needs by this point, that would eat too much into his limited funds, but some painkillers to take the edge off). once or twice he's tempted to stay off school, at morgana's insistence, or a too close call where he definitely blacked out for a minute, but then sojiro's voice will ring in his head 'i won't be the one looking after you if you get sick', 'your parents got rid of you for being a pain in the ass', and all his worst insecurities come rushing back and he's resolved to deal with it on his own

meanwhile, futaba's been making use of her hidden audio bugs- normally they're a comfort for her in the daytime, but since the new kid- ren- has been staying at the cafe (part-timer her ass, how gullible does sojiro think she is?!), she's been listening more frequently. when ren gets sick, she figures it out quickly.

time goes on, he's not getting better- he's actually getting worse- and futaba starts to wonder if she's the only one who knows

(there's something in his sharp contrasts- the quiet kid who shuffles through the cafe and takes sojiro's scolding, to the coughing kid who cries into the silence of night when he thinks there's nobody there to see it- that stabs through her numbness. it feels like a companion to her own ghost)

one night she swears the kid gets up to be sick, and there's hardly any sound heard from the attic all night. if nobody's gonna help ren, then she will (futaba used to like helping, once upon a time).

she texts sojiro the next day, when ren doesn't say anything again, and goes off to school with what she bets is a fake assurance on his face

and you're so right, sojiro dismisses her concern really easily, claims the kid can 'take care of himself' and he won't 'baby' the part-timer. insists ren needs to learn some disipline, then maybe he'll stay out of trouble

frustration wells in futaba- if she was less fixated on what was going on with ren, she'd register it's one of the first changes of mood she's had for months- and she responds with nothing but an audio clip, an attached explanation that this is just from the past few days- it's been going on for weeks, then she waits, and hears the distant sound of her compilation through one of the bugs, a hitched breath from sojiro, curse words under his breath-

for all his earlier postulating about not helping ren if he gets sick, sojiro is immeditely struck with a pang of concern- it sounded bad, and if futaba's words were anything to go by, this had been going on for a while. the kid's at school now (at school, being as ill as that and he was still going to class-), so sojiro will talk to him when he gets back. there's a chance he goes a bit too over the top, between the variation of medicines he purchases, supplies he grabbed from home- if you accused him for over-compensating after maybe being too harsh on the kid in the beginning, you'd be right

and you just know ren would be so resistent at first to help, or even just the offer of staying off school. in his sickness-induced fugue, ren's filter-less in rattling off how he can't stay off, what will the students and teachers think, and he has work that afternoon, and a test soon, and he doesn't want to get in the way-

sojiro's heart just shatters

this kid, whose been silently carring the weight of the world and has apparently been falling to pieces for weeks now and sojiro didn't even notice?

(a part of it reminds him too much of the other kid he's got at home, the countless ways he's already failed futaba, and now ren too? he feels useless)

sojiro focuses on what he can do, and that's making the kid rest. work will understand, school can wait, ren isn't an inconvenience, he guides the kid to bed, calls takemi immediately (who rushes over, despite the fact she's technically closed at this hour, and refuses to take any payment),

even still, there's this stilted awkwardness between them when the quiet pushes on too long- they hardly know each other, afterall. sojiro is still figuring out the 'caring for kids' thing, and ren isn't familiar with any kind of parental affection, so some of sojiro's care veers a bit too close to clinical or mechanic, and ren still struggles to communicate what kind of help he needs, but it's enough for now.

for now, sojiro is there. he's trying, and at least ren's getting some colour back on his skin. for now, ren's willing to take a few days off and have some medicine, but he's over-apologetic and definitely tries to make up for his sickness once he's healed. it's gonna take them both a while yet, but luckily there's always their guardian hacker, ready and able to call them out when needed (and maybe some day she'll be able to keep an eye on ren and sojiro in person)

[scribblestatic]

I've been on my Sonic the Hedgehog brainrot since I was a kid, and it's not stopping anytime soon, so how about I write an AU where Sonic is actually Maria reincarnated just because I think that's fun?

Because Shadow kinda forgot that she was a person. Don't get me wrong—he remembers her lovingly, but perhaps due to time or perhaps from Prof. Robotnik messing with his memories, he remembers Maria as a beautiful, healthy-looking girl who spoke with kindness and peace. A balm on his hurt and pain for not being able to heal her despite being the ultimate lifeform.

In reality, Maria was a person. Someone with flaws. Someone more than sad softness and peaceful smiles.

Maria was angry. She was in pain. Her skin was pale, not from some sort of natural beauty, but from illness. She had dark circles under her eyes. She had the Robotnik nose and wore glasses to help with her eyesight on days it went blurry (never quite as 'pretty' as the pictures of Prof. Robotnik's late wife). She didn't wear them all the time, but she wore them more than Shadow's memory would allow.

Her fury came out in her words, full of snark and bite, and she'd use her intelligence to dig in deep. And she'd just as deeply apologize when she went too far, knowing her pain wasn't an excuse to be cruel.

She liked pigs in a blanket when she had her cheat days. She liked fiddling with Shadow's air shoes and improving them, glasses on to protect her sensitive eyes. She wanted to enter the bio-zone of the ARK, but was staunchly prevented from doing so, unable to sit in the flowers and greenery she saw within.

She was jealous of Shadow. Of his speed, power, might. Of his health. But she cared for him more than she was jealous, because she truly did love him.

She wasn't always right with some of the things she said or did, but she did her best to do what she thought was right. She sometimes fussed despite alternative solutions being logically better. She hid her pain as much as possible, not wanting to be seen as weak anymore. She hated being around other people for very long because they'd always look at her with pity. She wanted to be sociable, to be strong.

She'd give up her intellect if it meant she could touch grass even once.

She wanted, desperately, to go to Earth. And she died, sacrificing herself to save Shadow, with no regrets. Though she never stood on Earth, the fact Shadow would make it there was more than good enough for her.

And she died.

Years later, Sonic was born.

He grew up on his own for the most part, his parents mere fuzzy silhouettes in his memory. Even so, Sonic was fine with that. He could adapt to anything. His high amounts of Chaos energy helped him immensely.

His favorite food for a long was anything to do with sausages, though that evolved further once he was introduced to chili dogs. In his free time, which is often, he loves rolling in flowers and laying out in the quiet, simply enjoying the Earth and the soft thrumming of the energy around him.

Since he didn't grow up with a formal education, he's not the most book smart. Even so, with some learning from the locals, he knew enough to build and fly a plane all on his own despite being a kid. Still, he found he enjoyed spending more time moving around. Being a bookworm was good and all, he just preferred the joy and rush of adrenaline that came with running.

Because he's fast. He's so fast.

He always knows which direction he's facing and knows, to the centimeter, how far he as to run to get from one place to another. He remembers each place he's been and learns extremely detailed information about every location. He finds hidden routes and has quick reflexes to navigate around anywhere. He adapts to just about anything with ease.

That's how he adapts to Tails following him around, to being his big brother and dad at the same time. That's how he adapts to fighting off Eggman and his robots, crushing them with ease and power, feeling the thrill of it. That's how he adapts to speaking with others once he finds his voice, being snarky and prideful but just as easygoing.

He's adapted to a lot over the years. To getting to know Amy and Knuckles and the others he's grown to care for and love. To growing further into his powers and becoming even stronger. To fighting and befriending people from every walk of life. To seeing robots as their own beings and teaming up with the ones that are able to excel beyond their programming. To his playful friendship with Rouge, joking around with dramatics; to his vague understanding with Omega, who he doesn't mind helping; to his rivalry with Shadow, who produces so many different feelings in him, some that he's never felt before, others that he's felt forever.

The one thing he hasn't quite adapted to, though, is the strange little visions he saw after looking at the scrawled writing in Prof. Robotnik's cell. Flashes of something deep within pulled, briefly, to the surface. Like he's watching through the glasses he used to wear when he was very young and his fur was still brown, eyes still black.

They become more frequent, though they don't startle him, really. Sometimes, they come in dreams he only half-remembers by the time he wakes up, the thoughts almost completely fading after an hour or two. He doesn't really bother exploring it, not right now, anyway.

I'll continue this at some point, I think.

[id0what1want]

Cereza Brainrot

More about my scarvi trainer, Cereza!!

She is Kieran's age and height, though she stays the same height when Kieran hits his growth spurt over their time apart

Cereza is incredibly intelligent though has a strong reckless streak that often overrides her rational thinking skills

She's a daredevil and lives for the thrill and chaos

At the same time, training Pokemon has taught her immense patience and she knows how to be tender and sensitive

At her core, while she may seem scary and a bit off putting, Cereza always means well and is incredibly sweet (you just have to get past her initial impression)

As opposed to a Ribombee, I've chosen to associate her with a Mimikyu

Cereza has been conditioned by people's opinion of her to avoid cameras at all times. She will dart out of frame as soon as she hears the shutter, leading every picture of her to be blurry (Small side tangent, the pictures she takes with Kieran are an anomaly because of this trait. She's comfortable with him and she's having way too much fun for her to recognize her fear of cameras. Kieran has no idea about Cereza's camera aversion, leading to shenanigans later) ((I'll make a post explaining more of her camera aversion))

Cereza is from Galar and misses it a lot, her biggest idol is Peony and he's the inspiration behind her partner pokemon Corviknight, Charon ((I'll also make a post about all her Pokemon))

There's definitely more but those are good for starters 👍

✨do whatever you want forever✨

~ Cytoplasm

[calic0o]

Cw// Character Death, Wounds, Hallucinations , Lots of angst. Kinda graphic descriptions of burns. Roach burns. ITS VERY UHH UPSETTING AND GHOST USES ROACHS BURNING BODY TO GET WARM IM WARNING YOU

Just brainrotting here!!!GhostxRoach again, but im changing the ending of 09 game and Ghost is alive!

Ghost doesn’t die burning in the pit Shepherd threw him and Roach in, he is very weak due to bloodloss and part of his body being burnt, but he manages to crawl out of the pit.

He sends a help signal so Price can send a team to pick them up, but he only then realizes that Roach is still in the pit, burning. He wants to get in and help him, take him out of the flames and put him out.

But he is so weak. He can barely barely stay awake. And he needs to stay awake. The same time, his body is burnt, he is in pain and no place to get up.

He is burning but he is also fully aware he must be getting close to a shock due to weather being cold and him being burnt/hot.

He needs to stay warm, he has to stay warm.

And the only source of warmth is Roach’s body burning.

In front of him.

He can see his body burning through blurry eyes, and he can smell the flesh burning.

He can hear his Bug’s body, clothing and equipment cracking every second. He can’t look away too. He can’t get himself to look away.

Its almost as if he is frozen in time and place. He even thinks about rolling himself back down next to Roach. Die next to him. He can’t leave him to die alone. But it’s also his selfishness. He doesn’t want to lose another person, he’d much rather prefer die next to him.

The bloodloss makes him dizzy, the fire has put out already. No noise around other than the wind blowing between the trees. He looks away, not able to handle looking at Gary’s burnt body anymore. Then, he hears it.

He hears Gary’s grunts.

His head turn back to him so fast, it only adds to his dizziness. Barely able to see properly now.

“Roach ?.. Bug.. Are you.. Alive ?”

He is only responded with more grunts. With an energy burst, Simon throws himself back in the pit. Rolling next to Roach.

Holds the burnt body to his chest, the burnt flesh’s smell fills his nose. He ignores it. Roach is alive goddamnit! He is alive. He is going to make it.

“You’ll be fine Bug. I called for help. They’ll be here soon. We are going to live, everything will be fine.”

He hears more grunts as a reply. It’s all okay. He knows Roach doesn’t talk. They communicate in grunts and some signs. It’s his Roach. And Roach always jumps up from every near-death experiences. Because he is just strong like that.

He cradles the burnt body, barely staying awake but he has to stay awake. And Roach’s grunts help. Everything else is just blurry now.

A few seconds later, he is shaken by someone, yelling his callsign. He can barely hear them.

He feels them try to separate Roach off his arms. He is too faint to hang on.

He gets a moment of clarity that second, just before he faints.

He realizes he has been cradling Roach’s dead, almost burnt to bone body. There was no way Roach had been alive.

[phoneycam]

The brainrot is winning

I'm having a strong soulmates phase and seeing that my codywan obssesion isn't going anywhere either... Let's get creative.

Soulmates AU: Everyone has life point/years left and people can people can give their soulmate their own life points/years.

So imagine!

It's the middle of the first year in the war. The 212 is send to a random planet to protect the people from the separatist atack and as always, it all goes to shit. The information is incorrect, the comms don't work properly and as a result, they are being rapidly overwhelmed. They fight for several days waiting for backup but while they wait, the provision keep running lower and lower. It get's to the point where people from the planet start helping with local medicine and shelter for the injured because there is no other options. Obviusly is in one of these desperate moments that it happens.

Everyone is tired; they've been fighting for days with no chance of a break and when one is tired, they make mistakes more easily. Obi-wan and Cody are aware of that and they do the best they can to allow rotations in the front long enough to get a break to the poor troopers, but it's almost impossible when there is less and less with each day.

Cody is in the front shooting to any droid that dares to come near his sight, his general on the other side of the fild protecting the troops only recognizable for the blue flashes that came through the heavy cloud of dust that seems to never disapear in this goddamn planet. Maybe is the lack of sleep and rations, maybe is the hyperfocuss that comes everytime his in the battlefield, maybe to many explotions have made his hearing weaker, either way, somehow a droid gets past his comfort zone and the alarmed shout of one of his brothers is the only thing that makes him realize his mistake.

They manage to bring down the droid but not before Cody get's shot a couple of times. He doesn't even notice it until he tries to go back to his original position to continue and he fucking collapses.

Obi-wan, on the other side, is making the best he can to not loose more clones, destroy every droid that crosses his way and ignore the force exsaustion. It's after defiting a massive tank with aparent flawless effort only to end up tripping with air that he admits defeat and let Bones drag him to one of the shelters.

inside the shelter you can find multiple clones in diverse states of pain and injuries, a mix of medics and locals running around with bacta patches, bends and many types of plants based balms. Obi-wan tries his best not to flinch with every clone he passes by, getting more and more distressed with every wave of pain his man shoves his way unintetionally with the force. By the time they sat him on an empty suplly box, he is so overwhelmed he doesn't react to anything untl he recognizes the clone stationed on his side.

"Cody!" he shouts unwittingly of the people around.

The commander is lying on a pile of age-corroded blankets, surrounded by diverse bowls full of leafy concoctions, without his top armor and covered with different leaves in several places. When Obi-wan cruches next to him, he gets to smell all the different balms and oils from the leaves, but also, underneath it all, he can sense the pains and struggles exuding from this man, how breathing is getting more labored with every second, how dangerusly warm the skin feels.

How close to death he is.

Obi-wans heart aches. There are not the supplies needed for his type of injuries and he is too tired to do anything to help his commander, the force barely helping him stay knelt by his side and this is enough to make his vision blurry. Barely a month ago he had managed to gain enough trust from this man to get his name and now here he lies... Obi-wan shakes his head refusing to drop tears for someone who wasn't gone. And will not be gone. If there is something he is known for is being stubborn and if he says his commander will live another day, then he will. If he says he has enough force energy to help Cody, he will have it.

Nodding decided to himself, Obi-wan grabs carefully with both trembling hands Codys arm and brings it close to him. He is about to take a deep breath when a shocked gasp leaves him breathless instead.

Something happens for a second, it feels like a zap of energy crossing his boddy and then there is nothing.

Obi-wan stays there for a couple minutes breathing heavily. Slowly he turns Codys arm around. There, he sees a number in the upper arm and is suddenly reminded of one of the deepest mysteries of the force. A choked sob leaves him involuntarily when another zap crosses his body and synchronously the number that had almost becomed 0 goes up again.

He doesn't even think about it before handing year after year. He knows that him himself had at least a hundred years on his counter and althoug it had been a long time since he checked it, he didn't care.

He stops when the number gets to 45 years.

Obi-wan takes a deep breath and open his eyes slowly, he doesn't remember closing them but he doesn't really care because the first thing he sees is his commander sleeping peacefully. He smiles and hesitates before releasing the arm. He takes some of the bowls and after verifying with the forse for danger, he aplies some over the number to cover it.

He hopes no one notices before Cody. That thought reminds him that he is in a very public place at the moment and he look around suddenly aware of his surroundings. Everybody is too rushed and preoccupied to even notice the miracle that just happened. A little bit of shame invades him at the thought that someone would be watching him in this kind of situation.

"General!" A troopers call startles him in the direction of the shout. He sees Waxer struggling with the amount of people running in different directions to get to him and the scene of him almost tripping makes him smile involuntarily.

"Waxer, how can i help you?" He asks when the poor trooper is finally by his side.

"Reinforcements are on their way, sir! We've recived a transmission from General Skywalker to be attentive of his arrival" Waxer responds barely holding himself of jumping happily while various troopers on earange start cheering.

"That's a wonderful new, that's honestly... a kriffing relieve..." Obi-wan release a relieved sigh that overlays the collective gasp of the troopers and starts to get up. "I'll go help some more before Anakin arrives, I'm feeling better either way" He says making his way outside the shelter and unaware of the several gapping clones he's left behind.

It takes three days to stop the separatist. Cody wakes up on the second day and only entertains Bones with a couple of tests from his 'miraculous' recovery before shaking of the dried leaves with some help of the locals and getting inmediately on his blacks and then his armour. He doesn't realize the soft gasp from the person cleaning his arm and then whispering to his friends when Cody basically escapes to the bettlefield followed by a frustrated Bones that insists he needs to atleast eat a ration bar.

When general and commander find eachother, there is too much going on the battle field to have a conversation, so after seeing one another from the distance and sharing a nod of acknowledgment they go back to the task in hands.

By the time they get to the Negotiator on the end of the third day, exhaustion, grief and hunger are the only things on their brains. They had lost so many and even though they wanted to do anything more than to fall asleep on the spot, they still needed to keep going until everybody else was ok.

"General!" Or at least that was the idea before Helix started walking menasingly towards them. "Bones told me to take you to medbay the moment i see you"

Obi-wan grimaces before sighing resigned. He turns around to see Cody already smiling at him with pity and some baddly hidden humor.

"Don't you think you are safe either commander" Helix remeinded Cody of his conditional release. "Go get yourself clean before making presense on the medbay. I've already noticed your absense to the rest so there is not escaping."

"And why can't I-"

"Because Cody smells like he decided to wallow on a garden and that's an allergy magnet if I've ever seeing one, better get that out of the way quick. You on the other side, I can see you favoring your right side"

"..."

"..."

When Cody arrives to the fresher he is not surprissed to find other troopers already using them, it's normal after a battle, so he just gets out of his armour and blacks and just waits for his turn. He can hear some troopers chatting on the side that he tunes out while he starts inspecting everyone for injuries. Most of them are not heavily injured, some bad scratches here and there but nothing life threatening. He hums to himself when he sees the number on one of the troopers.

Clones had this unspoken rule of never mentioning the soulmate counter. Most of them didn't even get to the second digit and every battle only reduced that number to the inevitable day. Finding their soulmate wasn't even something they could look upon, with most of the time spend in battle or traveling, weirdly interacting with other individuals and the ankward situation that all the being a clone implies.

"All yours commander!" the call from one of his brothers exiting the fresher brings him back to reality and shaking himself out of that path of thoughts he goes to the fresher.

The unavoidable happens when he is getting himself back on a new pair of blacks.

He is thinking of his batchmate Bly, one of the only lucky ones to have found the impossible, in non other than his general. He remember the hysteric call he recived at an unholy hour not even two days after his departure. The memorie makes him smile fondly and unconsciously he goes to see his own number.

45 years.

...

..

.

Eh?

[yuukei-yikes]

REASONS TO LOVE SHINTARO AS A CHARACTER:

first of all; hes a gamer boy depicted as he really is and not what he thinks he is: a fucking loser who fails at every social situation and also stinks

aside from the jokes, i think he has two main songs in the whole series: toumei answer and lost time memory. im just gonna share lyrics from each song that makes me go INSANE thinking about him:

"The alarm that starts ringing/Says to my lonely self: you're a coldhearted fool" <- his guilt here is delicious to me like he blames himself for her death and yes he did act shitty and he abandoned her but he didnt do it out of malice he did it bc he didnt know how to approach her but he thinks he killed her and its also killing him OUGH

"The color of your hair/The shape of your smile/Someone might have already forgotten it" <- and then HES the one who forgets everything about ayano bc of the trauma like here he laments that her absence that has already changed his entire world might be this insignificant to someone else AND YET AND YET HIS MIND LOCKS HER OUT ITS JUST. OUGH

(NOT TO MENTION HIS FACIAL EXPRESSION WHEN HE SEES THE FLOWERS WHEN HE REALIZES WHEN HE SEES THE PAPER CRANE)

(get ready for lost time memory brainrot bc that kills me every fucking time its my fav song)

"Even after years, the shadow doesn't fade/It only invites more emotions." <- he doesnt remember but the absence is heavy on his mind it KILLS me

"If I'm 'wise' then, I can't face forward/I have no reason to so, I'll rot away instead." <- self destructive EVEN in the good route where hes not as suicidal like being self deprecating is a huge part of his brain

"Feeling hazy, let's remain unaffected today too/And keep up yesterday's pace/So that I won't ever forget your warmth/If I'm wishing for a dream that can't come true, then/I'll embrace this blurry past and have a dream which I don't wake up from" <- GOING INSANE GOING FERAL hes SO FULL OF REGRET and hes SUCH A STUPID BITCH that his solution is to stay in his own head and live in his dreams (literally) like i want to hug him and i want to slap him

"A rotten boy at 18 today too, prayed again/While clinging on to your colorful smile" <- just imagining how route X shintaro is often colored with black and dull colors bc his world has lost the color OUGH

(god just. the ending part where he desperately reaches out to clutch ayano vs him moving on from the tragedy and the proud and tearful smile of ayano just HNNGGH HE REALLY GREW DIDNT HE)

(and who cant relate to wanting to change things bc u lost ur chance before but u cant change anything so u just disappear into ur head trying to either comfort urself by daydreaming or trying to find other stuff, try to forget ur will and wallow in passivity, its just so *chefs kiss*)

i get it hes not a very likable person and he does act shitty and bratty and the anime really doesnt give him the floor to change BUT!!! give him a chance and he WILL become ur poor little meow meow. guaranteed.

reply under read more cuz this should be its own post!! and also all i gotta say is YESSSS YEEEES YESSSSS shintaro is. such a good character and i also wanna cry my eyes out with EVERYTHING abt lost time memory.

he's just a stupid guy and the thing abt shintaro is that he will ALWAYS do what's right. he has a very strong sense of justice and he's very clear on his principles. and he will always speak up for others and stand up for what he thinks is right. and this like... a HILARIOUS virtue for a character who is ALSO so awkward, difficult to approach, bratty and self centered. like that's so funny.he is such a special little guy and HE IS AWESOME

he's so cringe fail and an asshole but he's also the hero and deserves praise for it. like cry about it. he is a good guy but he's also the worst. but also he's the best. hope that helps

he and ayano are such character foils... like.... both have this strong sense of justice and they're really really REALLY the damn heroes. hold on i need to cry a little

[reneegayde]

Durge brainrot is devouring me tonight so I had to write a thing.

Tavri doesn't cope well early on (or at all) when her urges finally cause her to kill. Astarion isn't very good at helping. Early Durge/Astarion relationship but not yet romantic.

Warnings for: Gore & Vomiting & Durge Thoughts. Act 1 Dark Urge spoilers. Also an author very very out of practice. Also on AO3.

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Such a beautiful work of art.

Tavri's senses flood back to her as if she is snapped out of a spell. First the vision, tunneled and blurry but gradually focusing on the sight on the ground before her. Blood. Viscera. Gore. Tavri looks at her shaking hands covered in the same. At first something in her head praises her; then the horror sets in. And the smell.

She had smelled death before. There were worse smells, but death was one that felt too disgustingly familiar, perhaps one of the only familiar senses in her head. This time, the horror of it all, the blood on her hands, the mangled corpse on the ground staring back up at her, and that smell makes her gag. She manages to stumble into the treeline before she can't force down the contents of her stomach, praying that she is far enough from camp that she doesn't wake her companions as she vomits until she tastes bile and her throat burns.

Come back to yourself, you wretched thing.

Tavri heaves again, coughing as she tries to catch her breath. It takes everything in her not to collapse, energy completely sapped. Every part of her trembles, going numb as she desperately sucks in air. She backs against a tree, sliding down the trunk and doing her best to recollect herself.

What in the hells is wrong with me?

"Tavri, darling," she hears distantly, and straightens with a heavy steadying breath. Footsteps approach and the voice is clearer. "I heard you run off, are you– Gods, are you alright?"

Her pulse quickens, scrambling for *something,* anything to explain away what happened and the state she was in. There was no denying it; covered in blood and looking unhinged. Astarion surely would have seen the mess. She nearly vomits again.

"I killed her," she finally managed, significantly easier than she expected.

"Well, yes, that much seems obvious," Astarion answers, completely unbothered, or if he is, he certainly hides it well. It isn't quite what Tavri needs right now. She lets out a slow breath in an attempt to ward off the knot forming in her throat

"This isn't me," she says, voice tight. "I don't remember…anything about myself, but…this isn't me. It can't be."

"My dear, we've all done our share of killing around here."

"Mindlessly, though?" Tavri sounds defeated, suddenly unable to look anywhere but the ground. "Gods, what's *wrong with me.?*"

"Oh, nothing much, darling," Astarion says nonchalantly. "Besides your *insufferable* need to be an upstanding person. Honestly, it's alright to live a little."

"If you aren't going to help, you can just go," Tavri nearly snaps. She'd sound convincing, too, if it weren't for the way her voice barely strong the words together. "Tell the others what I've done."

They can be the next victims. The camp can be drowned in red. You don't need them.

Astarion sighs. If Tavri isn't responding to his banter, he knows this is serious. He kind of hated seeing her like this. "Look," he says, gentler this time as he holds a hand out. Tavri narrows her eyes briefly but accepts the help up, stumbling a bit from the weakness and lightheadedness. He steadies her before continuing. "Whatever this is *clearly* isn't you. I know that, and the others do too. Well, most of them. The rest probably enjoy it too much to care."

It was Lae'zel, they both knew. He didn't need to elaborate further.

"You could always lie your way out of it," he suggests.

Tavri scoffs, stepping away. "Right. Explain away the gored body in the middle of camp. That will work."

"It will if you're convincing enough. Or are your morals too high for that?"

"Astarion."

He shows her his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright."

Tavri paces a few steps back and forth. Astarion watches curiously, still a bit surprised to see their *fearless leader* so worked up. "We can…we can blame a boar? No, that would have been noisy. Gods…"

"We? Oh no, this one is on you specially, my dear."

"Right, right," Tavri mumbles, mostly to herself. She stops her pacing and takes a deep breath. "I've told the others about this condition, maybe I can just explain what happened. Or what little I know happened…then everyone can leave if they want, and–"

"You're thinking too hard about this."

"Not helping," she reminds him.

"How about this: let's get you cleaned up, get the blood off of you so you don't look deranged, and get back to camp before the others wake up. Then you can just improvise.You're good at doing things without putting a single thought behind them."

Tavri holds back the urge to accuse him of projecting, but she doesn't really want to wind up in a sass battle in her current state. Instead she takes a deep breath, looking down at the blood on her hands and her clothes again. Her stomach churns with disgust at herself. "That blood isn't coming off anytime soon."

"To be fair, you always seem to be covered in blood. It's a good look, honestly." There's a flicker of a memory, that same sentence said in another's voice, but it's distant and warped. Astarion snaps her out of it. "Are you still in there?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it was just– Nevermind." She shakes off the uneasy feeling. "Astarion, I hate to ask–"

"I'll go hide the knife," he says, anticipating her question.

"Thank you." Her voice is nearly a whisper.

As he leaves her, standing there with the evidence of her actions, Tavri can't help the faintest of smiles. If she didn't know any better, she'd think the vampire actually cared for her. Anxiety made her heart flutter, wondering if he would get accused. He was the most likely suspect, after all.

She decides she won't try to hide. Her companions would either understand her condition or leave. She hoped for the former, but expected the latter, even if they were all in this little adventure together.

Instead of heading further into the woods toward the nearby stream, Tavri catches up to Astarion, and the two return to camp together.

Slaughter them all if you have to. Make art of their deaths.

[a-vctlan]

lies on the floor. kunsel specific brainrot incoming but augh. i can't stop thinking about him and how much his portrayal has evolved over the years. how he's somehow exactly the dumb jock type you'd expect from SOLDIER while also extremely smart and perceptive. how he's ultimately a people person, likes helping out, but would rather pull teeth than let people know him too personally - everyone's friend is no one's friend, as they say, and the amount of people he truly cares about can be counted on one hand. how he grows from his own teenage belief that he's too smart to be caught into someone that sees that he was caught the moment he joined SOLDIER, who's looked into the abyss of shinra's secrets only to have it stare back at him, question him: what now? what can he do with what he knows if speaking a single word of it would get him censored if not outright "disappeared"? he wants nothing more than to leave, he does, but he's caged both by his own knowledge that there is nowhere he could go that shinra wouldn't find, and how the SOLDIER program is crumbling from the inside out. he won't leave it until he's forcibly dragged out of it, too invested in the management of it, following in the footsteps of the mentors that came before him - angeal, zack and now him. he's seen what happens to those who are directionless, who lose themselves to a program built to esvicerate their humanity in favor of power. they are weapons, set to be decommissioned once their expiration date arrives, once monstrously strong bodies failing and minds fading. and he can see how something changed, how the new recruits are sicklier than they ought to be, knows hojo is doing something more with the SOLDIER program, working on a new hypothesis ever since sephiroth died - but just not what, and that makes him stay, too. he's dug a hole too deep to get himself out of, aware that he will never be satisfied with what he knows, but it is only by being inside of shinra that he can get the information he needs. and maybe, just maybe, if he waits long enough... zack'll come back.

kunsel after og and shinra's done, burdened by what he knows but finally free to share it, writing an autobiography, set to expose all the heinous things shinra hid behind the confines of company secrets, even if he knows there will still be people out there who won't believe him no matter how much proof he provides. the last pages, a list of names that would mean nothing to those that weren't in the program, alphabetized, their real cause of death unveiled. the last page, dedicated to a single name. a collection of pictures, terribly blurry, taken from a handheld nearing 15 years old. a poem putting to words a loss he never could acknowledge before. a promise. an apology. proof that they existed.

[nyashykyunnie]

Let's do my Woowoo<33

1. I love him so much its an obsession atp. I can't function a single day not brainrotting about him and when I'm depressed I think of him to feel happy. He's also my muse, the muse that I hate to draw most of the time because I get lost in his eyes and fall in love all over again.

2. He has a scar on his left arm. My dominant hand is left hand so<333. I can be his left hand/j

3. How we're not given more insight to his mental decline from a goody two-shoes to cold-blooded and calculated. I understand why it happened but I wish we were given more insight to it. Like How Kaneki Ken's mental decline was shown so beautifully and the representation of his decline is because of his mother and hallucinations of Rize. The field of white spider lilies turning crimson red is such a beautiful allegory that he has embraced the psychotic side of him.

4. Hmmm,,, Wuthering Waves xDD??? I think it's interesting to have Jinwoo there since idk, it just fits his vibes? Post-apocalyptic world with muted colors augh.,,,,, That is so my man.

5. Fatal Trouble by Enhypen:

Fatal Trouble

It's getting blurry

Your memory

It's falling apart

Fatal Trouble

My Heart

Long-held Trust

They're Coming Undone

I don't know you

I'm falling apart

I'm lost

Fatal Trouble

Same Memory

Different story

Everytime I listen to this song I just realize "Damn, I fell for a man who lost himself but in the same time didnt". For me, Fatal Trouble is like Jinwoo xD. In a way that he changed so much it's overwhelming but in the same time you realize he's still him. So whenever I listen to Fatal trouble I just fall in love all over again.

6. Something in common? I guess self-hatred xDD. I hate myself a lot and I feel so inferior. My favourite line from Jinwoo was when he said "I longed to reach for the highest peak". When I read that I knew I was doomed to fall in love with him and him only for life.

7. We all like bullying him and calling him a petty brat xDD!!!

9. No? Yes? I mean, I'm a girl, he's a boy. I'm pretty sure that's not allowed. But if I do become roommates with him I'll avoid him like a plague and memorize his footsteps so that I know when to come out. Not that I hate him, of course not, it's just ya gurl has severe anxiety issues and interacting with people is generally a hard thing for me to do.

10. Yeah. No. I'm the weird kid, the ugly nerd who dresses awfully. The nerd that isn't smart and has her head high up in the clouds, always daydreaming. I love art, he doesn't. My interests for games are unhealthy and I play to be comforted. Jinwoo plays games to be practical and be god gaymer. I'm just there. Would I even talk to him? No. We'd just pass by each other.

11. Date? Hah? Who me??? Yeah, bloody hell no. I can't even be friends with him. And generally, I don't think I'm loveable to a romantic level. Honestly, I'm scared of falling in love. I never had a proper relationship before. I overthink, I read every little thing, I get anxious and have panic attacks when I think I've done something wrong. I've never had a boyfriend. I don't know how real life romance works. I'm generally avoidant of touch too, I don't like skin contact. I don't know. It's just eushdje. I think I'm scared of hurting someone when I touch them. Relationships are supposed to make you happy, no? Yeah, I don't think I'll be happy because my mindset is unhealthy. "Oh, you like me? Let's see how far you really want to go. See? I'm right." And then secretly wish they proved me wrong. I just ejsheje. I don't trust anyone with my heart and I don't think I'm fit to be anyone's lover, let alone Jinwoo. I know he'd take care of me, but my anxieties are too strong. I love him so much, but I'm not worth it to be with someone like him. I'd rather he be happy with someone like Hae-in, because I'm pathetic xDD

12. Scars. Riddled with scars. I would trace them every single day.

13. 👍 He's a dry texter for sure and mostly only talk to his sister to like confirm if she's okay, needs anything or to tell her he'll be home late.

14. Dark Academia. I know he probably should be in mafia aesthetic but hear me out,,,, Jinwoo in browns hehehdvdbdhdv.

15 to 20 no opinions:3.

21. I like showing the reader Jinwoo's mental struggles. I want to show Jinwoo as vulnerable to everyone, that he isnt always the strongest and smartest. He has imperfections but oh sweethearts, just know he will love you sincerely. I want my readers to feel loved. I want to make people feel happy through Jinwoo because he gives me so much happiness.

22. I like it when other authors make Jinwoo so human and makes me giggles and kick. I hate it when they make Jinwoo too ooc.

23.

Do I need to explain?

24. DOCTOR ZAYNE. LIKE DO I NEED TO SAY SOMETHING ELSE??? THEY LIT HAVE THE SAME AESTHETICS AND BEHAVIOURS PLS. IT'S A COINCIDENCE I HAPPEN TO LOVE BOTH I SWEAR. I LIKED ZAYNE BECAUSE HE WAS THE FIRST MAN I SAW IN LND THE REST IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL I SWEAR.

25. "Ohhh, tall and handsome aye bet let's see" - 2019/20

It's 2024 now and I still cant move on. I love him so much it's like I'm walking in inferno but I wouldn't stop walking. I can't hold his hand. Even if I could, I would never. I love that man but he is not for me. He's my muse, my star boy, the moon in the vast darkness and I am the sea that never ceases to yearn for him but would never dare to hold him.

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20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

23. Favorite picture of this character?

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

26. FREEBIE QUESTION!!

[juneboat]

yknow people seem to tend to make kris out to be some kinda villain in deltarune. almost a la old fanon chara?

but honestly i'm the kinda person that really just wants to free kris . i wanna let them be open to make their own decisions instead of controlling their vessel and doing whatfuckinever with it

i mean sure i'm too pacifistic and uh maybe childishly idealistic to ever do a weird route or even a neutral partial-kill route in deltarune but that doesn't mean kris would agree with every decision i'd make, or have no major choices that they'd have a strong desire to make but not be able to.

yes this is all blurry-line-between-fiction-and-reality moral questiony stuff but that's just the kinda person i am . this is just the kinda brainrot i have . let me control the vessel or some shit rather than a character who has a pre-existing personality and mind and is very very aware that they are almost entirely not in control of their own body

[cydanite]

(Swamp duo au)

You know, I actually headcanon s2!Joel to be the same person as s1!Joel. He's just purposely repressing anything that connects him to being the Kind of Mazzelia (is this the right spelling?)

A lot of things are blurry now, after so much time of denying the person he once was, but he cannot truly forget.

So, imagine:

When s1!Jimmy and s2!Joel meet each other for the first time, they recognize each other. Joel's startled and taken aback. He's trying to stay cool, and pretend he has no idea who the heck this fish person is.

But, for the first time ever, everyone can see clear worry, and even panic on gods face.

He flees. The facade is broken.

Sorry, I just want the angsty reunion of the brothers-in-law very badly, the brainrot is too strong

It's not a headcanon that's included in this AU, but it is one I also enjoy very much :D

Joel is my favorite this season, I love the unflappable persona he's trying so desperately to keep up. So any moment that breaks that is great. Imagining the two meeting and both very much panicking to different degrees. I just posted a fic where the two meet out of scene (Though I will probably expand on that meeting in some way). Feel free to imagine all your brainrot in place of my vagueness and enjoy! ^u^

(Also, it's spelled Mezalea I think! Mesa+Azalea, its a weird but good name!)

[morgue-ratt]

okay okay, fair warning that I suck at making decisions-

from this prompt list, any of the following with any of the Sinclairs:

“fuck it, i can’t even pretend like i don’t want you anymore.” (gives me Bo vibes)

“you have no idea what you do to me, do you?” (Lester or Vincent?)

“would you be upset if i kissed you?” (Lester)

“tell me to stop, tell me or i won’t be able to.” “then don’t.” (any of them but I am having strong Lester brainrot)

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Hi!! Thank you so much for the request and sorry for the slight delay. I left my journal at work so that threw a wrench into things but here you are! 💖💖💖

Vincent Sinclair in You have no idea what you mean to me, do you?

726 words, Vincent might be slightly out of character, I don't have a whole lot of practice with him. I tried to write fluff but I think its almost a comfort fic by the end? Reader had some self worth issues.

THE irony was lost on you. You had had to beg for your life to be spared and not to become one of Vincent’s sculptures, yet most days you haunted the wax museum anyway, drifting through the meticulously manicured room of Ambrose’s only air conditioned building. 

    There was really no alternative. The town was really just a set, you knew that now. Locked building after locked building made for poor exploring and nowhere else to hide from Bo and Lester. Vincent was by far the kindest to you, he had been the one to make the call and spare your life, after all, though some days you couldn't guess why. Vincent’s classical music came up through the floor so you knew he was awake as you sat at the table in the dining room, staring at the fake and perfect fruit bowl before you. You also knew he could hear everything from his basement workshop and was too immersed in what he was doing to come up to say hello. You sighed and leaned back in your chair, balancing on the back legs. You couldn't really expect him to put everything aside just to entertain you, that was just silly. 

    But you had started to depend on him, just a little. Maybe more. 

    Somewhere, a trap door snapped open and you let the chair fall forward back onto four legs and sat up straight, as if you expected him to be put off by bad posture. Vincent’s footsteps were undetectable  but you watched as he stalked into the dining room, leaning in the doorway. You really didn’t understand how he could be wearing a sweater in this heat, but at least his hair was pulled back, though that might have been to keep it out of his way. His mask stared blankly at you. 

    It had been just as blank that night when he’d put down the knives and told Bo to leave you be. That he wanted to keep you. You first few nights in Ambrose were blurry now, but you would never forget that. The mask looking you over and seeing something you never had, something worth saving. 

    Judging by how full the town was, he didn’t see that spark in many people. But you pushed that thought down and gave him a tired smile; “Bo said he and Lester are heading out for supplies.” You told him. 

    He grunted. “You don’t need an excuse to be here.” His hands were stained with smudged charcoal. 

    You faltered for a moment, “That’s… very sweet.” 

    Vincent finally entered the dining room and sat in the empty chair -- the only empty chair-- at the head of the table. “I mean it, I know my brothers can be… difficult. And they aren’t any better around new people.” 

    You took a deep breath. That was an understatement. For months, you’d had to listen to Bo complain and bitch and all but say he didn’t think you were worth keeping alive. You’d had to deal with Lester leering at you when he thought  you didn’t see and bragging that he knew all kinds of ways to make you scream. The House of Wax was your only place to hide and Vincent watched your every move like an intricate dance just for him. 

You choose your next words carefully, “It’s been an adjustment.” Everywhere you turned and there was a reminder of death, the fate that you had narrowly escaped. “Are you… what are you working on? I’ve hardly seen you this week.”

Vincent ignored the question. “You don’t have to be miserable here. I don’t… want you to be.” You bit the inside of your cheek and he let out a frustrated sigh. “You have no idea how much you mean to me.” You let out a humorless laugh. It sounded like such a line, even coming from him but Vincent wouldn’t take that as an answer. “Look around.” 

    Across from you was a woman with perfectly curled chestnut hair, kept in place by what was probably several cans of spray adhesive. A huge smile was plastered across her face, n0w and forever. Vincent had put down his knives and spared you from the wax, and maybe you didn’t know why but he’d do his best to show you what you just couldn't see. You’re special. And you’re worth saving.