#the brainrot is sad and pathetic. sigh

[ashipiko]

🫶 herro to my v small percent of a3! followers nowadays and my even smaller percent of fellow skypaul enjoyers. i got back into my btab sky pirates skypaul au

there is a whole 7k google doc about this AU. the beauty and the beast soundtrack changed me 😔

EXTRA PAUL REFERENCE BELOW <3

[the-toybox-general]

everyone is talking about art fight and now im sat here deciding if I'm gonna put my console boys ( gameboy, gamecube, scorpion ) on my art fight or three characters I've never publicly posted like a strange omen ( the hotel gang )

I could logically put all six of them up. but mine energy

[kennahjune]

Teen Dad AU

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Tag list is open until I finish this series so feel free to ask to be added!!

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Steve Harrington had a son.

An actual son.

And his name was Louie.

And little Louie Harrington was Steve’s pride and joy.

But there was a problem. Steve was 17. 17 years old and with a son.

It’s fine.

Martha Timbley was the mothers name. “Was” because after she gave birth and dropped Louie off with an extensive apology, her parents packed everything up and took her to New York.

So Martha Timbley was the mother, until she had to leave.

Then Nancy might’ve been, but she met Louie after they had already broken up. Nancy was content with simply knowing about Louie’s existence. Steve wouldn’t hold it against her, really.

Louie was Steve’s pride and joy, as said before, and he loved to talk about him to people.

Except Steve is 17. And the only friends he has are a bunch of 8th graders and his ex girlfriend and her new boyfriend. 99% of which don’t even know about Louie’s existence.

So Steve didn’t get to talk about Louie as much as he’d like.

Speaking of the baby Harrington, there was a soft cry from Steve’s bedroom. Steve, who had been in the bathroom getting ready for a shower, rushed in to pick up a now crying baby Louie.

“Hey hey hey, it’s alright baby it’s alright. What’s the matter honey? You hungry? I bet you are, huh?”

Steve loved talking to Louie. Which makes him sound pathetic. Louie’s only 6 months old at this point in time. And for him to be Steve’s favorite person to talk to?

That’s just kind of sad.

But the point still stands.

Steve carried Louie carefully downstairs and into the kitchen. Steve never put Louie down while making the bottle, gently bouncing on his feet and rocking back and forth.

The bottle was easy enough to make. Steve took it into the living room and sat on the couch with Louie in his arms. Little Louie drank the bottle right up to the delight of Steve. His big brown eyes stared right at him while his little baby hands curled around his ears. Steve chuckled quietly.

Little Louie had Steve’s eyes, much to his delight. But he had a mix of his and Martha’s hair, curly and mostly brown with blond highlights— like Steve’s— but had a ginger tint to it that reflected Martha’s firey curls.

Louie finished the bottle and Steve burped him gently. It was nearing only 5 PM on that Tuesday in August of 1984, but Steve felt himself growing tired and worn with exhaustion. Louie was a sucker to put to sleep and to keep asleep, often waking in the night with screams and cries and needing to be held in order to fall to sleep.

Which was fine with Steve. Well— the holding part. He didn’t really like the screaming and crying part but that was to be expected with babies of Louie’s age.

Steve liked holding baby Louie during the night. But he often feared that he’d roll over and crush the boy. So, Steve let Louie sleep on the bed with him while surrounded by pillows at all times.

It was around 6 PM now on that fine Tuesday. Steve finally plated up a small dinner for himself of pasta. He let Louie gnaw on a couple of noodles while Steve rocked him gently.

It was nearing 7 when Steve finally out Louie down for the first time in nearly 3 hours. Louie wasn’t asleep, not quite yet. But Steve tucked him in and surrounded him in pillows as if he was.

Steve turned the radio on and turned it down real low. He let the soft tunes of some country song lull little Louie to sleep.

Louie fell asleep clutching a small bear Martha gave him. Steve was upset that she couldn’t be in Louie’s life. Even if there wasn’t anything between the two of them Louie deserved to know his mother cared. Steve sighed.

As much as he wanted to collapse on his side of the bed, he refrained.

Instead, Steve pulled out a duffel bag from under his bed and set to work. His parents would be expected home in two days, and he already knew what the outcome would be.

They’d enjoyed their trip to where-ever-the-fuck for the past 7 months, they’d made sure Steve knew how much they didn’t miss him over the phone when they asked about the house and neighbors more than him.

But that’s fine. It’s whatever. Steve didn’t need their approval. He’d stopped caring about it after sophomore year; when he’d won his first game with the winning shot and they hadn’t bothered to say anything outside of “you should be doing that all the time”.

So really? Fuck them.

But they were currently Steve’s only means of housing.

So he’s kind of fucked.

But he packed the duffle bag nice and tight. He packed the bag with his clothes and a blanket and moved to pull out a suitcase he still had from his first (and last) trip with his parents when he was 9.

Into the suitcase went most of Louie’s stuff; clothes, toys, extra bottles that weren’t going to be needed until Thursday. And then he packed one of the smaller pockets with his important things; birth certificates and the papers showing that his car was in fact his.

He already had a diaper bag with the rest of Louie’s stuff. He kept it packed all the time for when he could convince Nancy to babysit for him. Like tomorrow.

Tomorrow, Steve would have work from 9 in the morning to 5 in the afternoon. Not ideal but he needs the hours. Nancy would be over by 8:30 with a promise of watching Louie.

Steve doesn’t know how Nancy hasn’t clued anyone in on Louie’s existence. But as much as he wanted to question it he didn’t fancy pushing his luck.

With the bags packed he set them aside by his door. He’d put them in the car tomorrow when he left for work. But for now, he all but collapsed on his bed. He had the vague feeling of Louie wrapping his little hands around his finger before he officially passed out.

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First part is officially out!! I’m working on my s3 steddie part 4 behind the scenes but that should be out soon as well. Expect part 2 of this sometime in the following week.

Second Part:

[mackjlee9]

Leon Kennedy Brainrot

Leon's duality as a dom and sub bottom

Warning; extremely self-indulgent, sub/dom leon&reader, riding, dumbification, slight bondage, creampie, sir kink, slight pet play (reader is referred to as puppy/mutt like once), slight degradation, nipple play, dry humping, cockwarming. Re6 Leon did not leave my mind while writing this, but any Leon works.

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 4

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Dom!Bottom!Leon is a little mean, honestly, but in the best way possible.

He's the kind of dom bottom that would look down on you as he rides your cock, enjoying watching you writhe underneath his weight, using you like nothing but a toy to satisfy his needs.

Your hands are tied to the headboard of the bed to prevent you from touching him, and he's in love with the view, his blue eyes dark and clouded with pleasure, smirking at the sight of your tears, hearing your whines and whimpers managed to turn him on even more, clenching around your cock and making you cry out his name.

He scoffs, pushing his blond hair back, leaning down to hold himself up with his hands on either side of your head.

"Such a pathetic, mutt, you can't stop cumming inside me, can you? You fucking love filling me with your cum," you held back a whine when you felt how your cum dripped down your cock, Leon's eyes staring into yours, "Answer me."

He mutters holding your face in his hand, making you groan as you blink away the tears gathering in your eyes.

"Y-yes, sir... Love cumming inside you, you feel so good a-around my cock, and I can't hold back," Leon sighed content, his tight and wet walls clenching around your oversensitive cock, "Leon..."

You whined, pulling on the restraints around your wrists and he chuckled, his hips raising and lowering really slowly, teasing and edging you, feeling your cock throbbing inside him.

"Yes~?" He let out, his hips grinding back and forth down on yours.

"Please... Ride me..." Leon released a quiet hum, leaning closer to your face.

"What did you say? I didn't quite hear you, puppy," you took a deep breath and got rid of the shame you got, telling him exactly what wanted to hear.

"Please, ride my stupid mutt cock, milk me dry, and call me your dumb puppy, please Leon~," a shiver ran down Leon's spine, and his mind became foggy, licking his lips, moving back and holding himself up in your abdomen, seeing the bruises and scratches he previously left.

He took a deep breath and ignored the burning feeling in his thighs, making sure to call you his and only his every time you came inside him.

Sub!Bottom!Leon is such a whiny and needy baby.

He tends to be well-behaved 'cause he can't really handle your punishments, they're too much for his sensitive body.

He's too shy to admit it, but he loves it when you play with his chest, whether it'll be your mouth or fingers stimulating his nipples, he can't resist. He knows you love his body, but there's something obvious when it comes to his chest and he can't help but moan your name and pull on your hair when you abuse his perky nipples.

He has even considered getting nipple piercings after you used nipple clamps on him, that night was damn crazy.

Pretty boy likes to hump you, your foot, your thigh, even humping on your cock and abdomen, and he gets off on your scent, his nose pressed against your neck or bulge as he lets out loud whimpers.

He's really good and obedient, but there are times when he really, really wants to feel you pounding him and he'll shyly come up behind you while you're busy working on your computer. He'll wrap his arms around you and whisper in your ear, "Can I cockwarm you, sir?"

And how can you deny that sad puppy dog look in his eyes?

However, Leon has a hard time staying still while he waits for you to finish your work, his hands trembling as he holds onto your shoulders, quiet moans leaving his lips, being muffled against your neck.

At some point you wanted to tease him a bit, see how long he could hold on before breaking the rule, but he just cried out your name.

"Pl-please, don't... I'm gonna c-cum if you... Keep doing that, sir, I wanna... Be good for you, sir~," damn, hearing his shaky voice while his walls clenched around you made it hard for you to keep focused on what you were doing.

"Fucking hell..." You muttered, pushing the chair you were sitting on back and stood up, pinning Leon to the wall, watching attentively how he threw his head back, his back arched and his thighs trembled under your hold, "Fuck, baby, you make it hard for me to control myself when you're this fucking sexy and adorable," he let out a sob as he held onto you, placing a messy kiss on your lips as he held you close to his body.

"Fuck me hard, please~... Make me dumb on your cock, sir~."

[xenia-cenia]

Kaeya x Fem!Reader - To Heal

A/N-part 4... god razor and albedos are gonna kill me i FEEL it also wtf his backstory is so SAD.... enemies to lovers.... but only one sees them as an enemy..... god the brainrot is so good today 

Trigger/Content Warnings: Spoilers for Kaeyas backstory, minor character death, light swearing, PTSD/nightmares, blood, kidnapping

I promise it’s only half as angsty as it sounds

Word Count: 2,267

Request: No

Summary: You hated him. He loved you. It’s every romcom but this time, there’s trauma.

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Kaeya Alberich had the world beneath his fingertips. 

Very few people could resist his charms, good looks, or smile. Especially not healers who hung towards the back of the party and saved every life he put in danger. 

Kaeya Alberich was a genius. People would willingly divulge secrets that would ruin their lives to his kind gaze and warm smile. He was manipulative, he was a liar, he was a traitor.

No person in Mondstadt hated Kaeya Alberich more than Kaeya Alberich himself. Though, you were a close second.

“Captain!” You barged into his office as he tied his hair up into a ponytail, “You can’t keep endangering people like this!”

He turned to you with a confused smile, “Like what? They’re Knights, aren’t they?”

“It doesn’t matter! Eventually, my healing won’t be enough!” You marched over to him and slammed your hands down on his desk, “You are selfish! You disgust me.” He shot you a big smirk which caused you to spin on your heels and leave the room, your anger nearly tangible.

Kaeya leaned back in his chair and sighed, a goofy smile lingering on his face.

No person in Mondstadt loved you more than the soldiers who you saved. 

Though, Kaeya Alberich was a close second. 

He didn’t know why he loved you so much. By all accounts, he should hate you. He should despise the way you brought comfort into everyone's eyes, the way you always arrived just in time to save countless lives, how your power in battle nearly outmatched his own. 

He should be jealous. He should be angry. He should not be head-over-heels in love with you. He should not be trying to plan more carefully so your healing workload is lightened, and it shouldn’t even cross his mind to leave his door open so you don’t hurt your hands as you barged in here with your justified rage.

Kaeya melted into his chair as he tried to contain the thoughts that ceaselessly ran through his mind. He wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms, sweat dripping off his face as he saved your life. And you’d smile at him, a shy and genuine smile, as you thanked him profusely. 

But he was no fool. He knew how deep your hatred ran. And he couldn’t blame you, by all accounts he was selfish. He was disgusting. He risked lives for his enjoyment, he loved seeing the fear in recruits as they ran from danger.

Did that make him a bad person? Yes. Yes, absolutely. He slept every night trying to forget their screams as they called for help. No. Not called for help - begged him for help. 

You seethed as you walked out of Kaeyas office. Too many lives were senselessly taken every day, too many people's blood-stained your hands. 

Just like... no.

“Stop it, (Y/N). You can’t think like that.” You shook the thoughts out of your head as you mumbled to yourself. You looked to your side and caught sight of your reflection in a window. You stared for a moment, a blank expression on your face before it fell into a glare. 

Kaeya Alberich brought anger into your heart. Kaeya Alberich made memories you’d rather die creep up to the surface and hit you with guilt. You hated Kaeya Alberich because he was...

“Dammit.” You slapped your cheek, “Cut it out.”

You walked back to your home and thought over what you’d do for the rest of the evening. Maybe a warm bath and tea? However, you did like the idea of belting songs from the privacy of your home... the possibilities were near endless! But, as usual, you would wash your hands first.

It didn’t matter if you hadn’t touched anything. It didn’t matter if they were already clean. You would wash them every time you had the chance. 

When you finally arrived home, scrubbed your hands, you decided to put the relaxing bath off for a different night. You collapsed onto your warm bed, happily covering yourself in your heavy sheets as sleep overtook you.

If you had any regrets in your life, learning how to fight would be your top one. As the only fighter in your small town, you were relied on for everything. (Y/N) go hunting, (Y/N) take out these slimes, (Y/N) head to Mondstadt, and purchase goods.

And you were there. You were there when the small army attacked. Why were they attacking? You weren’t sure. 

Families, friends, enemies. They all blurred together as you raised your weapon. In the end, you were the only one left. You weren’t out of breath nor saddened by the deaths.

Instead, you looked around the corpses that littered the ground and tried to hide your exhilaration. 

For the first time, you had to fight like your life depended on it. For the first time in your life, you could let your frustration out. And there, covered in blood, was a small icy ball. You leaned over and picked it up, wiping the blood off with your hands. A Vision.

And for the first night in years, you found you couldn’t sleep. Every time your eyes would shut, you would see their bodies. Every time you plugged your ears you could hear them call your name. Every time you breathed you’d remember that they never would again.

You spent years atoning for that day and dedicated yourself to saving lives. You mastered healing, it took the same precision as killing you quickly realized, and went to Mondstadt hoping that the City of Freedom could free you from these deeds.

It couldn’t.

Nothing could. 

Eventually, you found yourself working for the Knights of Favonius. As long as you didn’t swing a weapon, you were fine. You were just saving lives. You were keeping your promise.

So, why did it feel so good when their lives all depended on your choice? Why did you feel so powerful knowing you were essentially the God of these men? 

Did you only join the Knights because you knew violence and bloodshed would always be a part of you? 

You did everything you can to suppress these feelings. You swore off fighting, ignoring people's begging to duel you one-on-one. You’d lie and say holding weapons scared you, but it was always Kaeya who saw through your facade.

And that’s why you hated him. He was as bloodthirsty, evil, and selfish as you. He saw through each lie you spent years carefully crafting.

You hated him because he was you. 

One week later, it was time for another raid. 

As long as you were on the field, none of your allies would die. The raid started fine enough, you all charged into a Domain under Kaeyas orders. He froze falling rocks or spare enemies that could have killed his troops, as you stayed in the back and healed every scraped knee and minor wound.

Stay in the back. They had said. It’s safer in the back. Kaeya is smart. He’ll never lead us into a trap.

And you hated him. You truly hated him. But, damn, you trusted his plans. Even if it meant you had to work harder to keep everyone alive, you knew that the job would get done. Together, you were unstoppable. 

Maybe you put too much confidence in him. You couldn’t muster a thought as a bubble of water enveloped you. You tried to break it, but all you did was force your oxygen to run out sooner. 

With one last hint of desperation, you threw your vision onto the floor. And then, you fell unconscious.

Kaeya was no idiot. He saw the number of his troops dwindling and knew what happened. He ordered the stragglers to retreat, take the wounded and try their best to not die without him holding their hands.

When they were out of his sight, he immediately started to retrace his steps. 

He didn’t need to come very far to notice the Vision that was kicked around and sitting on the floor. Kaeya walked over to it and picked it up, rubbing his finger over the outside. 

“Cyro Vision...” He tossed it into the air, grabbed it, and continued walking. Once again, he noticed a trail of water that was slowly beginning to dry.

After not even 5 minutes of walking, he saw what he needed. A slightly askew rock. Kaeya chuckled to himself as he pressed his on it, the rocks pushed themselves aside and revealed a staircase heading down.

“Well, here goes.” He muttered under his breath as he went down the staircase.

The Abyss Mages had taken you out of the bubble and tied you to a table. You were waking up, groggy and confused, but when you remembered felt anger bubble in your stomach.

“What the hell!” You yelled at the two Abyss Mages who captured you. They both jumped and turned to face you, “Why am I here! I swear if any of my men died...”

“You’re awake.” One of them chirped.

“You’re awake-” you mocked, “did you think I was sleep talking or something?! Let me out of this!”

“We know about your true power.” The other one chimed in, “We know what happened that night. It was our allies who you killed. You must face punishment.”

You stared blankly before breaking out into laughter, “Wait - that was you guys? God, you’re pathetic! Can’t believe I was relying on someone to save me.” You began to struggle against the ropes.

“The ropes are sealed, they can only be undone with the work of a Vision. We know you are Visionless - none of the Archons would grant something as lowly as you power.”

“Oh,” you bit your lip, “that might be a problem.”

“So you accept your fate!” 

“Let our justice reign down-”

Kaeya, who was standing on the staircase watching this all happen, let a laugh slip out.

“-who was that?!”

He walked down the rest of the stairs and clapped his hands, “Great show you two have put on here.”

“K-Kaeya!” You yelled. “Did you grab it?”

He threw your vision to you, and just being near to it made the ropes fall to the ground. 

“I-Impossible!” 

You stretched, stood, and smiled widely at your kidnappers, “I hope I’m not rusty.”

Within seconds, the Abyss Mages were dead. Ice bit at your skin, and, once again, there was blood on your hands.

You looked at your hands and felt your body start to shake. Kaeya walked over to you but stopped when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“Don’t... don’t look at me.” You turned away from him, “I’m... I’m no better than them.”

His heart snapped in two, “(Y/N)...”

“You heard what they said. I’m a killer. I killed everyone I cared about and after everything, after every promise I made... I just... I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please, don’t look at me.”

“If you’re bad then I’m the worst.” He stepped over the corpses, “I didn’t cry when my Father died. I put everyone in danger for fun. I left... well, I can’t call him my brother now, can I?”

You slowly turned to him, “Kaeya, I-”

He kept his gaze on the ground, “I tried to make them happy. And I did- I do- really love him. Even if I’m not his brother, he’s still mine. I didn’t mean to hurt him. That’s all I ever seem to do... I hurt you. I hurt them. And I’ll do it again. I... I know all of their names. You probably don’t believe me, I wouldn’t blame you. I am a bad person.”

In a few steps, you reached him. He looked up at you and felt his eyes widen as his hand hovered above his cheek. You hit him. No, you slapped him.

“Stop talking about yourself like that.”

“Why? You think like this too.”

“Because you’re me.” You stiffened, “Everything you do is something I’ve considered. Every plan you make is one I dream of. Every life you put into my hands is one I know I can leave.”

“But you still...”

You kneeled next to him and grabbed his hands, “Because I am more than these thoughts. I know how much it’d hurt if I let them die, how much their families would cry. I see it, Kaeya. I see the ways you care for people. You can’t tell me it’s all an act.”

“What if I did?”

“I wouldn’t believe you. I don’t believe someone who hates his people would spend time listening to Glory or look into medicines for Anna. You do it even when you think nobodies looking and I...” you took a deep breath, “I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“My anger for you was directed at myself. I do think you need to change the way you plan things, have more care for people's lives.” You smiled at him and wiped the tears from his eyes, “I’m also really sorry for hitting you.”

“It’s fine, I deserved it.” He chuckled lowly.

“No, you don’t. You did like... a month ago. But not tonight.”

“So, what now?” He looked at you with small tears still in his eyes.

“Well, I think first we get out of here. Next, we should spend some time and work on ourselves. And finally...”

“Finally?”

You blushed, “Let me buy you dinner.”

The two of you left the Domain, and for a reason, no person in Mondstadt could explain, you and Kaeya became inseparable. His plans suddenly became more conscious of his men. 

And together, you began to heal.

[chryzure-archive]

8, 9, 10, 13, 14, 15, 16, 19, and 20 for the book asks!! that’s a LOT so you can just answer the ones you want 💗💗💗

8. a book you finished in one sitting

The Missing of Clairdelune by Christelle Dabos!!! I kept on telling myself I’d put it down and go to sleep, but then Archibald was in danger and I couldn’t resist a beautiful damsel in distress <333

9. your favourite book of 2020

Maybe means 2020, 2021, or thus far in 2022, but I’m giving you answers for all of them. Because I can <3 2020: Entwined by Heather Dixon. This has actually been one of my favorite books for a while, but I rediscovered it in 2020. It has since inspired a Chrysi/Archibald AU. It’s a fun reimagining of the fairy tale of the 12 dancing princesses! 2021: It was The Death of Jane Lawrence by Caitlin Starling. I’m sorry, I know I’ve mentioned it in pretty much every ask. I just love that book. Memorie’s Pathetic Men Rights 2K21. I will make Augustine burst into tears on the spot purely so I can kiss him better. That’s all. (Thus far) 2022: ………. The Cruel Prince by Holly Black. I wasn’t expecting to love it, but my friend offhandedly said, “Oh yeah, you like pathetic men, don’t you?” when I was holding the first book in hand. I had to buy it and read it. I adored it. Sigh… why must I be predictable.

10. a book that got you through something

The Bone Witch trilogy by Rin Chupeco… also the Caraval trilogy by Stephanie Garber. Chryzure vibes AND my pathetic, pretty little Jacks… makes me happy <333

13. your favourite romance novel

…. The Bone Witch and also The Night Circus… I say the same four books every single time, but I swear I read more books than that. I also love Entwined by Heather Dixon, but the romance is definitely more secondary to the rest of the familial relationships.

14. a book that made you trip on literary acid

Not for the reasons you might expect, but Within These Wicked Walls by Lauren Blackwood! The pacing is all over the place, the characters deeply lovable, and sometimes I had no clue what was going on. It’s perfect. Also obsessed with the fact that she really did just allow everyone that went missing to Die and didn’t pull a Hail Mary out of nowhere. I respect that, even if it makes me sad.

15. a book rec you really enjoyed

I already mentioned it, but I’ll say it again: The Cruel Prince by Holly Black. I read the series in a 24 hour time period and immediately contracted brainrot. I didn’t know how to function. Thank God I finally liked a popular book though, because I can actually find memes and fanart for it. It’s a fun little ride! Not too deep, but who needs it to be? <333

16. a book you’d recommend to your younger self

Honestly, I wish I’d read The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle and The Princess Bride by William Goldman sooner in life. Also, Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones. All of those books would’ve been thoroughly enjoyed by little me.

19. a book that put you in a reading slump

It was probably The Night Circus most notably. I always mention this book. I’m so sorry.

20. a book that got you out of a reading slump

A Winter’s Promise, for sure! Ever since I read that, I’ve been pretty steady with reading books. It helps when it’s the first of four books! I had to keep reading at that point.