#the brainrot continues!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[glitch-studios]

GC

(Yes it would literally be group chat 💀)

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[blacksheepoftheclass]

I love how they look like an evil couple here.

[cmentary]

Sevika x Reader - College AU

Sevika x reader, college au, 4th year reader, 5th year teachers 'helper Sevika', later on reader's tutor, no "y/n" or "reader", reader is referred to as X because she just is.

Today is one of those days which you don't experience many times in your life. Usually it's 5, unless you're unlucky enough to be forced to take a few more due to your failing grades. Luckily X didn't experience this displeasure and she was just about to start her 4th year of college. 

She was never forced to repeat a year, her grades were just fine… Except for math. 

Throughout the years she was blessed with an amazing tutor, a lovely lady in her 50s, who's been getting her to pass math each year since 7th grade of primary school. Unfortunately, people age, her tutor did and so did her mother. Because of her mothers condition, the math tutor was not able to support X this year. Reasonably it sent her into VERY lightly panic. 

With teachers like that and brains like this, on the first day after summer X was unable to find any crumbs of hope to brighten the day up and it would only get more complicated from this point. 

Housing system? Completely changed, this year everyone got assigned new dorm rooms. Unlike for the previous three years when X would share a room with some student a year below her, who'd rarely attend lectures, disappear for the whole night for parties and come back in the morning to sleep though half of the day, now she was completely alone.

Now what would greet her was an empty room, which she didn't decorate much, it didn't seem necessary (and it's not like she could afford much dust catchers). The only thing brought into the simple dorm was a pair of bags filled with clothes and necessary hygienic products. 

As the first few weeks flew by filled with simple classes like linguistics and those subjects directly related to her major, alongside those which she could deal with were also those she couldn't deal with much, especially math. 

It was almost half of the way towards the first session into the semester when the math teacher brought to class some sort of an assistant. Which from the looks surely did not seem like one. Teachers ‘little’ helper was a woman well above 6 feet of height, dark skinned, tanned enough to look as if she was golden, with short brown hair usually with it's top half tied up, not dressing too assistant-like, most of the time wearing sweatpants and t-shirts or compression shirts both which hugged her muscles tightly. She was a year five student, probably shooting towards becoming some sort of a substitute teacher.

She brought insecurities to boys from X's year group, being much more well built than the majority of them. During lectures whispers and giggles could be heard between other girls, who'd wonder whether she's even a woman with a silhouette like that. What was caught by X's attention was how a student made it, to be standing near the teachers desk, not sitting somewhere in the crowd AND still having time to hit the gym to maintain physique as impressive as hers. 

A few more math lectures ran by, accompanied by naps overtaking X's consciousness and occasional glances shared with the teachers assistant. Her expression stoic, yet surely irritated and disappointed with the lack of attention from the group of students. No matter how detailed and pretty were X's notes, everything the math teacher said would go in through her one ear and escape through the other. A pretty silly idea was born in her mind. How ridiculous could it possibly be to ask the older student for help in math? Not in class of course, since that surely would be considered forbidden, but it wouldn't hurt much to ask for help outside the lectures. At least couldn't help more than failing the semester. 

As one of the cruelly un-understandable lectures came to it's end, the teacher left, so did the crowd of uninterested students. As for X… she was catching up on sleep, pretty much looking dead as her head layed on her arms on her desk. She felt a strong hand on her shoulder, shaking her lightly. “Come on sleeping beauty, the class is over”. As X rubbed her eyes to regain her vision's focus, her head rose to gaze towards the voice that woke her up. She looked around herself to see the lecture Hall empty as the lights were already halfway turned off. “Fuck sorry” X mumbled more to herself than to the other, but her disorientation caused the taller woman to let out an amused chuckle as she slowly headed toward the exit. X's quickly stuffed her bag with whatever she left laying around and caught up to the other. “Wait a second I've been meaning to ask-” taller woman stopped and turned around to face the tired student. “I know you're probably really busy with lectures, gym, finals and whatever you could possibly have going on, but… I suck at *pointing vaguely towards the whiteboard filled with calculations* whatever this is supposed to be and I was wondering if I could somehow persuade you to… tutor me a little because the exam is coming up, my tutor has an elderly sick mother and I can't figure out any of those stuff on my own. Since you're here I'm assuming your math skills are thriving and mine couldn't been worse and-” a subtle deep laugh cut X off her endless ramble as a piece of paper written somewhere halfway through her monologue was written and put into her hand. “Here, my phone and dorm room number. Save your silver tongue for the teachers. If you want to pay me, bring a drink with you, for both of us and then we'll get to talking.” She waved you off and walked away. 

[abbyslvrrr]

Caitvi x fem!reader forced intoxication !!

Finally finished this! I’ve never really written anything like this before so please bear with me! Anyway love you all enjoy this brainrotted price of work!

Cw !! Forced intoxication, they obviously force you to drink. Toxic relationship with Caitlyn and vi. Idk what else, please let me know if there’s more!!

⟡ Caitlyn had texted you that day saying that she and Vi would be coming over to your home; your home was your little pride and joy! You lived in it with your two cats, one white named Bella and a black one named Ender!

⟡ Anywho, they come over; you’re excited to see them after not seeing them for a week. You greet them with a kiss. It was a thing that they both expected from you at this point.

⟡ You had snacks laid out on the table, movie ready! You were wearing a pj set that Vi and Caitlyn had specifically bought for you. All three of you were now cuddled up on the couch watching the movie. Halfway through the movie, Vi pulls out her bottle of vodka, a big bottle too. You fight hard to keep your frown away; they both know that you don't really like alcohol or anything of the sort. A part of them thought it was adorable, but another, darker part of them felt pissed off at this. What do you mean you're 21 and haven't even had a drink? (literally nothing wrong with it)

⟡ The blue-haired girl pulled out 3 little shot glasses, and I poured; you felt yourself growing uncomfortable. I mean, how could you not? Caitlyn reaches out for one and throws it back like it was water; Vi does the same, and they keep taking shot after shot. After a couple of minutes, Caitlyn grabs the extra glass and hands it to you. Looking at her, you feel confused because she knows you don't drink…

“Drink.” Pushing the glass closer. You shake your head no, but apparently she’s not having any of it.

⟡ She grabs your jaw and forces your mouth open and pours the drink in. Before you can spit it out, she clams a hand over your mouth; you scrunch your face in absolute disgust but swallow. Vi hands you a Sprite to wash it down with. You almost threw up; it tasted like pure rubbing alcohol.

“Why would you do that! You know I don't drink and HMP!” Before you could say anything else, another glass was shoved between your lips; this time you spit it out and all over Vi it goes. Looking at her, she looks livid. Your eyes widen in shock. Before you could even get a word out, she grabs a fistful of your hair before getting close to your face.

“Open your fucking mouth and drink.” Bringing the bottle to your lips, she tips it into your mouth, Caitlyn sits behind you. Eventually you begin to feel a bit dizzy and lightheaded; you continue to swallow until half the bottle is left. Vi finally lets go, and you lean more into Cait.

“Good girl,” they both say. Everything is spinning for you, but for some reason, instead of feeling fear or anger, you start to fucking giggle. What the fuck. This was going to be a long ass night.

[cozmic-ash]

This is a trend I've noticed too (and am not immune from myself lol -- my motto coming into 2025 has been to 'let my art be uglier/weirder/less polished') and I absolutely believe this is the result of social media algorithms and the importance people put on numbers. It's the commodification of one's art style to be as widely mass-marketable and appealing as possible, imo.

And this can happen subconsciously, I think. It's basically impossible to escape the way social media rewards and encourages a specific style of art. It's impossible to escape the videos and tutorials and articles and write-ups of people giving homogenized art advice, and when you're already wishing people would pay attention to your art it can be really hard not to take that advice to heart, and sacrifice personal style for marketability and mass appeal.

And then that homogenized art style is what gets popular, and people see that it gets popular, and they think, 'That. that's the height of artistic skill right there -- it MUST be, because it's doing numbers and the artist has a patreon that's doing numbers and/or a job in [insert art-related industry here] and/or is getting sponsors from art companies, etc. That's what I should strive for.'

And thus the cycle continues

It's partly why I dislike twitter and other places industry professionals hang out, everything looks the fucking same and feels incredibly insular lol. And like, idk, obviously everyone is allowed to like what they want, no shade (even though it probably seems very much like shade), and again I'm not immune from this phenomenon myself, AND ALSO to be clear I think this is a problem that pretty much only exists in online art spaces -- but I absolutely do think there's a conversation worth having about this. It feels very much like capitalism brainrot creeping in.

nothing sadder to me than when an online artist posts a side by side of the same picture from 5 years ago / redrawn this year, and the first one is fluid and energetic and full of character, and the second one is flat and static and clean to the point of sterility

[fatuismooches]

God the Pantalone gift giving ask has me brainrotting and simping cause I’m bad with words and would instead just give gifts (whether bought or made) to people I care about. Doesn’t help that I have a lot of craft hobbies that gives me endless gift opportunities like plush making and cross stitching which just leads to the hilarious thought of him having a cute little plush on his desk while someone hands him a report or something

Also I just know that if the reader off handedly mentions “oh shoot I’m almost out of (insert material)” the next day, the highest quality goods of all colors and sizes will show up

(x) Pantalone has zero qualms about displaying whatever kind of gift you may bestow upon him. He's reached a point in his life where the thoughts and gossip of others are generally inconsequential (even so, he has certain agents ready to squash anything before it grows into a problem) so he will proudly present whatever you have gifted him for all to see. In fact, he'll even go on to talk about it for a bit, because obviously, no matter how hard an agent tries not to steal a glance at the out-of-place desk decor (a plushie), they always do anyway.

"Ah, I've seen you've noticed my latest addition, haven't you?" The Harbinger hummed, already reaching to squeeze the soft fabric. The poor agent, on the other hand, felt like shriveling up at being caught gawking but knew better than to lie to the Harbinger.

"O-Oh! Yes, I have, my Lord!"

"Exquisite craftsmanship, isn't it?"

"Very much so, my Lord!" Although such a cute little thing looked wildly out of place in the hands of the man whose contracts led to the death of many, the agent didn't voice that of course.

"My beloved made it for me," Pantalone continued with his ever-present smile that seemed to have widened, "It took them quite a while, it's only fair I appreciate their efforts in earnest. Ah, speaking of, procure these items I have listed here. I want the highest quality, a dozen of each, in as many colors as they offer, and whatever other options they may provide. Spare no expense."

"R-Right away, my Lord!"

[crypticsketchpad]

i keep seeing people draw her with a tail and i love it. 10/10 galaxy brain idea

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS S1 EP5 ↔ S2 EP9 (2021-2024)

[griffin-ktb]

Handyman Bill AU but make it yuri 🙌🌼✨

[silverquillsideas]

in the palm of your hands

[ochibrochi]

they could never make me hate this dude 👹

[squid-ice]

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[nocek]

year of drawing my sad little meow meow ;)

[iwantmochisoup]

hiii hi hello!! i had to dump all those somewhere, i have like 3 more pages of them but i compiled some my favs here!! enjoy, hehe :3c

[nimuello]

oh to spend the day snuggled up with your blankets and your xavier 😩🌟

[slavhew]

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