#the levels of brainrot i have about them is insane | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

Total funding amounts to $125.3M.

#the levels of brainrot i have about them is insane

myname-isnia · 1 year

Text

Soft Kuviren headcanons (a.k.a after they figured most of their shit out) because I finished an English test early and now I'm bored:

Suiren is 100% the little spoon. She would rather slice her other leg open than admit it but she very much needs to be held

On that topic, when she is being held, she clings to Kuvira like a lifeline. Buries her face in the crook of Kuvira's neck, leaves as little space between them as possible, etc etc. She finds that she gets a lot less nightmares when Kuvira is there

Suiren is perpetually exhausted, so when there is nothing for her to worry about, unless it's a full moon she will fall asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow. Kuvira likes admiring how peaceful Renny looks in her sleep, and often gently traces her features, just light enough not to wake her. Suiren still wakes up sometimes, given how jumpy she is, but pretends she hasn't and enjoys the soft touch

Communication is still a hard thing for them, with their traumas and issues and hard-headedness. Touch is their love language and support system. If one of them is agitated, all it takes is a quiet "C'mere" and a silent offer of an embrace from the other to calm the first down

Building off the previous point, Suiren calms down quickest when she's leaning back against Kuvira, wrapped in her arms with Kuvira placing small kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders. For Kuvira, she needs to lie down with her head on Suiren's chest with Suiren running fingers through her hair

On the other hand, people touching her hair can be a major trigger for Suiren, thanks for nothing Haya. Kuvira learned it the hard way (flying ice is a great teaching tool) and now takes care to respect that boundary, including not pulling on it in a more... private setting, if you know what I mean. Sometimes Suiren allows Kuvira to tuck stray strands behind her ears, but it depends on how her sensory issues behave that day

Now you couldn't waterboard this out of her, but the first time the two of them got intimate (driven by anger and frustration), Suiren was actually worried that, given how 80% of their interactions is throwing insults at each other, Kuvira would say something about her body. She's in pretty good shape, sure, but a childhood of malnutrition left its mark, along with the much more noticeable scars from her years as an assassin. But unlike certain other people, Kuvira has some tact so even if she thought something along those lines, she stayed quiet. Since then, Kuvira has kissed and touched every inch of Suiren and pretty much worships her, especially after they both accept their feelings for each other and let real emotion show through

Kuvira can pretty easily lift Suiren up, and Suiren gets very flustered when she does so

Similarly, colour rushes to Suiren's face whenever Kuvira calls her beautiful, or any variation of that (including "pretty little face" when teasing). She knows full well she's attractive, but it's that Kuvira sees what's underneath and still finds her beautiful is what gets her

At first, all of Kuvira's nicknames for Suiren were mean spirited (ice dagger and waterbending menace being among them). After they get together, Kuvira finds out about the name Suiren's parents called her – 'my little water lily', and how Suiren doesn't like it much because she's not that child they left behind anymore. Kuvira mentions that it's ill fitting, she's not a water lily, she's a red lotus, through and through. The nickname sticks. Suiren tries to say it's way too cheesy, but hearing Kuvira call her "my red lotus" warms her heart

Suiren absolutely sucks at making up nicknames (she calls Mako 'fire boy', and while it does sound intimidating coming from her it's still extremely dumb) so she just calls her 'Vira

Kuvira isn't one for afternoon naps, while Suiren is the personification of a cat, so Kuvira is completely content with just reading or getting lost in thought while Suiren rests with her head in Kuvira's lap

Hand kisses. Nose kisses. Forehead and neck and cheek kisses. All the kisses. All the subtle (and in some cases not so subtle) acts of affection that they both so desperately crave

#I'm gonna stop here for now because I've been typing for ages #and bc I've written out most that i can think of #they just mean so much to me #the levels of brainrot i have about them is insane #and i love them fighting and being all soft and mushy equally #my babies <3 #seeds of the red lotus #kuviren #completely open to addition if you know what i mean

4 notes · View notes

thatdeadaquarius · 5 months

Note

About your language brainrot. I see your "Reader's writing can't match tyvat's long and flowery writing" and bring you "Tyvat isn't used to books over 50 pages long so a short story to the Reader is a whole dictionary to tyvat readers".

Seriously, have you seen how thin the books are? They don't wrote novels, they write short chapters formatted in the way really old stories are. As in, summarizing all the events down into one smooth story then adding a few quotes. Fanfiction writers are insane. They will willingly sit down and write hundreds of words at a time. To them, a proper modern day story of maybe, oh 10k words or so, would probably be like the Oddessy itself.

If we were to combine the two headcanons. It would end up as many historians being intimidated by this insanely long written scripture in the language of the forgotten.

I'm going to take this a step further and say that if the creator asked some people to proofread their things, it would establish a hiarchy of who is able to actually finish the book the creator read and who isn't.

NOW THIS, THIS IS MY FUCKING JAMMMM

I'm so sorry this is so old!! u probably all know this by this point that I've really slowed down as the year has gone on, but I graduated university and then got my first job so its been pretty crazy!

Sun: Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: dash of all the book/nerds of Genshin, heavy on Sumeru?

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Cussing, 16+ Mature Audiences, Spoliers for Sumeru Archon Quests/Scaramouche, & Trigger Warnings: mention of shipping/characters shipping themselves with you.

Comment if any missed, please.

☆

FULL STOP.

THE AKADEMIYA, FONTAINE RESEARCH INSTITUTE, HAVE BEEN WAITTTINNGGGG ON YOUR ASS LMAO

You fall from the fucking sky like a 5 star, or pop out of the Irminsul or whatever

and immediately are mobbed by scholars. LMAO jkjk (not really, bc that's what it’d feel like)

can you even imagine the dread older stories(”the classics” to them), that was instilled in the poor students around Teyvat??

id like to think ur works are the most preserved over the thousands of years of Teyvat archeologists excavating them, in comparison to other authors (teyvat just likes you more, suck it William Shakespeare)

also, bc I cant resist language differences/world building I'm sorryyyy 😭 😭

the vocab of Genshin lang vs. ours, has significantly less vocabulary like their actual dictionary is 1/3 the size of ours type of energy

(Omfg all ur fanfics being considered like insanely long realistic romantic classics or tragedies like Jane Austen-level, and only the richest and biggest play companies put on plays about ur stories bc the script goes on for hours)

(ur plays only get put on for rlly big events bc of this, like Lantern Rite or like a Summer/Winter festival/your birthday, which is, yes, an international holiday)

dude the sheer power move of anything you’ve written being essentially “Journey of the West” to them, like Damnnn.

endless like adaptations, plays, Teyvat-short stories condensing it, (THEIR OWN FANFICTION ABOUT UR STORIES)

the power is, in fact, going to your head every time another scholar both deflates at how long ur stuff is, but also lights up bc they get to read it

speaking of scholars… you know who snatched you up first. you know. you don’t even need to read the next line.

Alhaitham.

sneaky bastard he is, absolutely manipulated, mansplained (and manwhored bc he knows he’s handsome, cheeky little shit) his way into getting you to sit down with him and interview you about both translating other classics, your own, giving your own analysis of others works and ur own, and picking ur brain apart of how/why you wrote urs, etc. its fucking endless,

Kaveh had to come rescue you bc u were starving to death after getting stuck with the Haravatat scholar in his office for nearly 7 hours of interrogation discussion about literature

and Alhaitham wasn't even nearly done, he’d informed you as you left that he already had another appointment for later conversation scheduled (how?? you don't even know ur own schedule??? you have a schedule???) and was looking forward to more of your “creative and enlightening input” :)))

(you’re never going to escape him, not even Nahida herself can save you from his stubborn ass)

On another note, Xingqiu is quaking when you agree to autograph his copy of your stories (of which he has all hard covers of the first edition translations)

Zhongli/Rex Lapis is known for having a near-lifelong passion for searching for your works specifically, and learning how to translate them better into Teyvatian vernacular

like the same way he can absolutely speak on Rex Lapis facts/rocks/adepti info, is the same confidence he speaks about knowing ur work lol

(yes he did also ask for several autographs and another sit-down talk about the works, tho a lot more sneaky then Alhaitham bc he just casually gets u guys into it during dinner)

Barbatos/Venti has written some of the most famous songs based on your stuff, he has his favorites too,

but he always claims the best songs are any that have been written in the story, like either when a character sings something, or there are like quotes from songs ur fanfics are based on lol

(he also demanded to hear what they actually sound like from you, yes, you have to sing them for him lol)

Venti also can surprisingly drunkenly ramble the entirety of at least one of ur stories, like, word for word lmao

(Diluc gave in and did give him a drink on the house for that one, just once, Venti doesn’t remember it lol)

(I forgot to mention, u guys still speak the same language, just like, different versions of it)

ur works being one of the few things all the Archons can freely talk about with each other, like it’s neutral ground bc they’re all fangirling about it lmao

Furina and Neuvillette have had like,, fierce debates over the decades about character dynamics and the general drama of ur stories, they’ve gotten into it enough they’ve stopped talking to each other for a couple days a few times lol

Albedo, Sucrose, Kokomi, Yae Miko, Ei, Raiden, have read every single work they’re gotten their hands on in Teyvat (it took them like a literal year or longer)

Albedo drew you fanart for every single story, bc he’s hyperfixated on everything related to you ngl,

Kokomi had commissioned smaller pocket versions of ur works (which later got popular thanks to Yae Miko) both the OG and the Teyvat shortened versions

THE HARBINGERS ARE THE MOST DOWN BAD LMAO

Childe has literally tried to recreate battle scenes from ur works lmao

and gets especially riled up about fighting someone who resembles any characters from them (esp villains, what a cutie)

You cannot fathom the amount of research throughout Teyvat that has been secretly or indirectly funded by Pantalone/Tsaritsa

from the experts to analyze them, to funding play companies to act them out, to actually excavating places to get more of ur stuff unearthed

(the Harbingers absolutely are the first group of people that got to read several of ur stories first bc of this, like the world’s most exclusive secret book club lol)

Scaramouche used to clown on Childe all the time about how he was too impatient to even “sit down and read the King’s classics”, and he was downright insufferable when he found out about Tartaglia’s habit of recreating battle scenes/that being what motivated him to fight sometimes lol

that being said, Wanderer surprisingly never forgot ur stories.

Even when his memories were wiped for a bit, he found comfort in these fantastical epics still sticking around, even when his old names did not

(he mayyyy or mayyy nottt have secretly namedhimselfafteroneofthetragicprotagonistsherelatesto- )

oh btw, Nahida also found joy and comfort in ur stories when she was trapped, they also helped her literally grow as a person bc she had ur stories to help her sort of process the world/what life was like outside of her dreaming prison 🥺💔❤️‍🩹

◇

OMFG

ANYWAY FULL TONE SHIFT LMFAO-

the ABSOLUTE SPIRAL-RED-STRING-CONSPIRACY-THEORY-BOARD ENERGY IF THIS WAS A BLUNT LANGUAGE AU LMAOOOO

like specifically how Teyvatians like to give all the context ever thru their words, but older deities/beings like you just do simple phrases that can have deeper meanings (whereas teyvat just explains all the meanings behind their words)

STOP there’s like an official display at the Akademiya and Fontaine Institute of red string theory boards 😭😭 (look what you’ve done to themmm LMAO)

for like every story of urs, INCLUDING THE FANFICS STOP

IMAGINE THE SHIPPING WARS IF U EVER WROTE ONE THAT WASNT EXPLICIT OR LIKE ONE OF THE MAIN ROMANTIC INTERESTS HAD CHEMISTRY WITH OTHER CHARACTERS HAHAHAHAA

that's actually what Akademiya scholars argue about the most viciously, it’s like politics you can’t just bring up ships from ur stories casually in regular convos 💀

(poor Cyno has to deal with a shipping war once a year bc someone always makes the mistake of reading ur work for the first time (without being told to not talk to others abt ships lol) and it starts an all out brawl in the cafeteria every time LMAO)

Also yes.

Cyno is a fanboy.

(he has read Creator x Reader-insert fanfiction.)

(As have most of the characters mentioned, and those not lol)

…

(I'm gonna make a whole Creator x reader fanfic post one day i stg lmao)

☆

an iced coffee? for me?? :0

ok but real talk…

wtf do you guys wanna see for new years!!

i didn't do a inktober/october days thingy bc i felt too unprepared (and bc id wanted to post that 1000+ followers eldritch au for Halloween)

but now i kinda wanna, at least for a few days :o

ill post a poll in a minute, so check it out!! but still, please feel free to comment some ideas here! :)

Safe Travels Deafening Dreamer,

💀♒

If you wanna join a taglist, DM me what for! "Pspspsss, please tag me for [All SAGAU posts, Only SAGAU Language AUs, diff fandom, etc.]!"

(If you ever wanna drop, just DM me! "No more taglists/[specifically this AU/fandom] please!")

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche / @chocogi / @fallen-starr / @areaderofbooks / @devilangel657 / @esthelily

2K notes · View notes

schizoidcel · 20 days

Text

## BOOTHILL x READER ★

🤍 ﹒ HEADCANONS ! ! . .

－ notes ̽ ۪⠀written before his release + gn reader huhu. yall i swear ill get to the lcb requests but im brainrotting too fucking much right now boothill is colonizing my mind so enjoy these thoughts i had and will throw into the tags

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

He's a little spoon and NOBODY can convince me otherwise period.

We know damn well hes touch starved. So ofcourse he'd wanna be nuzzled up inbetween your chest and chin

Will teach you how to ride a horse. He definitely has a favourite (his name is Sebastian 🌚🌚)

Very protective over him though. You will not ride on that horse until you are months into the relationship

He gave you another horse to practice riding on and an extra horse incase the other "knocks your socks off" ... Whatever that means

You named them Yee and Haw and he was so conflicted with his emotions that he considered getting a routine check up on his body

Will tease you if you completely fuck up immediately.

He grabs your hands to gesture on things you should be wary about while being on the back of a horse, knowing it'll mess your brain up and lead you to not pay attention to a single thing coming out of his mouth

On the other hand if you're able to handle it in a short amount of time, he'll start flirting with you

"I'm doing it, Boo!" "Nice work, honeybunch. Think ya can manage ridin' somethin' else?" "Dude"

It's one or the other. You will not escape the Boothill down bad programm

Boothill also acts like a himbo to mess around with you.

On another note, you called him Bootyhill once and he's still shook up. Whether /pos or /neg is up to interpretation

While we're on the topic of nick/pet names, he calls you things you've never heard of before .

Or even if you did, they're things you expected never to be called 😭

What the fuck is a doodlebug Boothill

Type of man to get flustered when you flirt back. He just starts bugging out

Will play it cool though, but the faint blue on his cheeks says otherwise

Also a fan of headpats. No, he's not ashamed. No, he will not tell you.

Expanding on the no shame, Boothill takes it to the extreme

No filter, no mask, no nothing. Touchy EVERYWHERE you go

Even if he can't really feel it, he just feels more at ease when you both are near eachother or touch one another. Man wants to protect his partner, after all

It dosen't matter if you're able to protect yourself, the gesture just makes him feel more comfortable and calm

Also has a hair pulling kink woah. Let's keep it sfw everybody

Forehead kisses ❤️ or just kisses anywhere on his head in general. Kiss behind his ears and he will overheat

He let's you play with his hair<3 It's one of his favourite passtimes with you

Braid it, tie it in a ponytail, give him buns, pigtails, curl them, decorate them with hairpins, clip bows in his strands it don't matter PLAY WITH HIS HAIR ⁉️

He relaxes SO MUCH it's insane. Genuinely just one finger goes into that hair of his and he melts

This plays into the little spoon factor

You'd tease him about it but he takes pride in it 😭

Has a weird obsession with biting. If you complain that it hurts he goes "What, want me to smooch the pain away?" and he does this fuckass face :3 while you're just staring at him dead in the eye (you say yes btw)

If you're ticklish, he's hell for you

Tickles you in the most random times possible.

And you know it's even WORSE with those cold ass metalic hands

You're cuddling? The sides of your torso are not safe. You're currently occupied with an activity involving your hands? Your armpits are not safe either. He's laying on your bare stomache face down? He starts blowing raspberries.

You know damn well he uses the feathers of his hat 😭

Sticks it up your nose to make you sneeze too. Usually to wake you up or some shit

You could have the most volcano eruption alert level 5 sneeze and he'd still say "Aww, ya sneeze like a kitten!"

One last note this man is a whiney loser bottom not sorry

the word ill is in boothill for a reason the way im laying in bed all sweaty ANYway 🌚😵😵😵😵

ૢ་༘࿐ thank you for reading ! Ⳋ᧙

#boothill x reader #bruh #i feel so insane #and normal #normaling #ok wer e done. im out. goodbye hsr community thisll be my only contribution #proof reading and looking at the eidolon i used for the header why nobody draw him with those glasses yet🧐🧐

284 notes · View notes

chamomilewrittingblock · 7 days

Text

Solo Leveling Brainrots

Fellow Jinwoo Simps I need your thoughts and opinion!! Also MASSIVE brainrot warning!!!

QUESTION: How do you think Jinwoo would react to his partner questioning his taste in lovers? (ie. Being interested in Reader themselves)

How id imagine the confession would go: Jinwoo, pre-awakening: I like you *holds bouquet of flowers Reader, confused: um! *looks around to see if he's talking to someone behind them before pointing at themselves confused*... me? Jinwoo: Yes, You. Reader, Shocked: oh! Um... I like you too... but *hesitates* are you sure? About me??

The feeling is mutual!!! It's just his lover doesn't have alot of confidence in themselves. Or any confidence into getting a romance with anyone, let alone Jinwoo!! Reader feels like they have ZERO RIZZ (reader has enough rizz to woo Jinwoo so...).

Like would he hype them up???? Mayhaps but in subtle ways though I'd imagine🤔🤔. You think he'd be extra affectionate when reader gets shy??? Would this differ pre and post awakening?? (I imagine Jinwoo and reader wouldn't want the relationship public due to safety since hes a hunter and all)

AND WHAT ABOUT HIS POST AWAKENING GLOWUP AND THE FANS!!! READERS ALREADY SHY BUT THE TABLOID EVENTUALLY CHIPS AT THE SLOWLY BUILT CONFIDENCE JINWOO HELPED BUILD.

OHMYGOSH WHAT ABOUT THE TABLOIDS WITH CHA HAE-IN???? WOULD HE GET WORRIED SINCE READER MIGHT GET INSECURE OR JUST KINDA SAD???

WHAT IF READER TELLS HIM THAT HE DESERVES BETTER, BELIVJNG THAT READWR DOESNT DESERVE HIS LOVE?? AAAA OUCHHHH.. I GUESS HE HAS TO STAY WITH READER AND REMIND THEM OF HIS UNWAVERING LOVE WITH CUDDLES AND QUALITY TIME DJBDBFIDN

(reader is Jinwoo's ride-or-die, the monarch of his heart and soul, the love reader gives him is like comfort of warm soup at the end of the day, the kind that soothes even the deepest of wounds. Reader's love is also a drug, one that he cant get enough of. If he loses reader, Jinwoo would go insane.)

AUDBUDBDIBD HOLY!!!! WOULD HE GET PISSED ABOUT IT AND ENDS UP GETTING CLINGY IF CRAZY SHIPPERS TRYING TO PUT READER IN DANGER IE. SENDING A MONSTER READER'S WAY BECAUSE OF THEM BEING A "THREAT" TO THEIR SHIP (HIM AND CHA HAE-IN)??? I MEAN LIKE GUIDE THE MONSTER SPECIFICALLY AWAY FROM THE DUNGEON TO READERS LOCATION TOO. (TO THE EXTENT THAT ITS CLEARLY FOUL PLAY)

LIKE THANK THE MONARCHS THAT READER HAD SHADOWS ASSIGNED AND MAYBE WAS DECENTLY RANKED AFTER AWAKENING BUT IT COULD HAVE ENDED AWFUL IF THE FATES WERENT ON READERS SIDE!!

WOULD HIS ARMY GET PROTECTIVE TOO?? IGRIS??? BERU??? LIKE HOW DARE THESE FOOLS HARM THEIR MONARCHS BELOVED?!?!?!? 😡😡EVEN WORSE IS IF READER WORMED THEIR WAY INTI THEIR HEARTS BY GENUINELY GETTING TO KNOW THEM SO ITS PERSONAL NOW TOO!!

Reader has to calm down not only a PISSED jinwoo but his Shadows too (mainly Jinwoo though)!! And maybe being the only reason Jinwoo hadn't gone on a rampage after everything setted. Was he bribed with a heated makout session and plenty of cuddles afterwards to temper his rage and soothe his anxiety, yes. Did it work??? Probably. If it did??That's none of our buisness.

Id imagie Cha Hae-in would feel bad™ if they found out about Jinwoo and reader (just assuming the two being best friends)?? Being like "oh shit someone, a civilian no less, almost died because of her fans" Even worse if later on she learns that they're together aaaaa

But like seriously, what a messed up reminder of the power S-Rank Hunter have on the media. Yes, they know about their celebrity status affecting what they can or can't do but like this??? A whole different level, because yes, people targeting other?? Awful? Yes, but its fine. Using a MONSTER FROM A DUNGEON to target a CIVILIAN?? This is a whole new level of messed up.

Would the other S-ranks and National-ranked hunters feel like kinda bad too once they hear about it??

what the fuck??? For the following reasons:

No one deserves that

Its a civilian going against fans that are most likely hunters, the very individuals hunters are ment to protect from monsters ever since the dungeons appeared

THE HUNTERS USED A HIGH RANKED MONSTER TO TARGET A CIVILIAN (the mutual enemy internationally)

this was all done because PEOPLE BEING ENTITLMENT OF THE RELATIONSHIPS OF THE S-RANK HUNTERS.

This is furthur solidified and makes the WHOLE DEBACHLE worse because only EXPERIENCED hunters would have the knowledge and experince to be able to lure a monster from a dungeon break to a specific location, especially if reader wasn't even near the dungeon in the first place.

(For anyone who's read this all the way, thanks for reading my silly thoughts!)

#sung jinwoo x reader #Solo leveling x reader #brainrots??#sung jin woo x reader

119 notes · View notes

illyabata · 7 months

Text

scars are A Thing™ with wriothesley and nobody can convince me otherwise, idc if there is zero mention of his scars or their meaning when he comes out idc it’s my permanent headcanon that scars and their stories are simply entangled with his character idc

so now i give you: wriothesley who is fascinated by your scars

tw: discussion of scars lol, but in no way do i indicate their origin unless it’s stretch marks. however if talk of scars at all is triggering to you, dont read!! it’s sweet fluffy stuff, but that doesn’t matter if it will trigger you. please take care :)

sfw, big brainrot under cut

theyre so much smaller than his, more delicate, just like you. doesnt matter if compared to other people you are big or tall, he’s such a big guy that he makes you feel small no matter your size or height. and no matter what your scars look like to you, to him they are beautiful. to him they are delicate.

he’s enamored by all of your scars no matter their origin—stretch marks, however, seem to intrigue him the most of all. he’s absolutely transfixed by them, and you can never understand why. he’s simply mesmerized by the way the blemished skin stretches as he thumbs and presses it, watching the discoloration flatten itself only to bloat back when he leaves it alone. for some reason he just seems so puzzled by the concept of natural scarring of the body; nothing had happened to harm you for these to appear—they’re simply the product of change, your skin either going through rapid periods of expanding or shrinking. he thinks they’re pretty.

he’d spend so long just running his rough fingers over your skin, absorbed in the feeling of the puckered tissue under his own blemished hands. whether the scars are stretch marks or from something else, he loves them, he loves you.

this might sound weird but i just like to imagine you both spend time gently tracing each others’ scars as comfort, like it sounds weird in words but it makes sense i promise. there is something intimate and fascinating about scars, no matter what they’re from; it’s truly like the language of your body’s history, a record of what has occurred. you can resent them or be proud of them, it really depends on the person and situation—but regardless, scars are always a record, and that is a constant no matter the person.

and if you’re not comfortable with that level of touch or that much attention on your scars, that is absolutely okay. he’s not going to make you uncomfortable, he’ll always ask if it’s okay before he looks at or touches them—or touches you at all, really. he never wants to hurt you. and if you say you’d rather he not touch your scars, he’ll understand and just show you he loves you—all of you—in some other way.

like idk about anyone else or if its just me and im fucking insane but sometimes i get lost looking at my own scars; sometimes the human body at work is just kind of fascinating to watch, and even more so in retrospect. it’s like holy fuck you’re looking at its handiwork, you can plainly see how the skin has been so masterfully rebuilt into this little woven bandaid of cells, carefully crafted to not only rebuild but protect. your body has looked after itself, and it will continue to do so. and thats just kind of a fascinating thing to me idk😭

some extra thoughts about scars, not really to do with wrio; red brackets will indicate the end of it if you want to skip: [[ it usually replaces any feeling of disgust i have because instead of focusing on the bad feeling of remembering where they came from or being sad at the way they look im able to think about how cool it is the way my body recovered and made my skin even stronger; it didnt just wipe it all away and give me a clean slate so i could forget, it pieced the cells together again bit by bit until it had not only replaced the wound but enforced it—so instead of forgetting the bad feelings, they were replaced by wonder. sort of like a sign that says “proof that where once there was pain, now there is strength”. it’s kind of like how they say you don’t just try to quit bad habits, you must replace the bad habit with a good one. you can replace the bad feelings associated with your scars with new feelings, whether they are good feelings or neutral feelings or meh feelings. ]]

before you, he understood scars to be an ugly thing—a source of shame, a show for others to marvel at if he left them uncovered, for them to ogle at and whisper about as if trying to guess the origin of the wounds was a sort of entertainment to them. and then in the fortress of meropide, his scars felt much less like a source of shame and more like an intimidation factor (which wasn’t something he necessarily felt good about, but it was something that he benefitted from as the duke). but when you came along and he began to know you, suddenly they were this beautiful, fascinating phenomenon that lead him to view his own scars in a different light.

he’s a powerful, strong man, yes. he’s intimidating and feared, but he is also loved, and all for good reason—he is solid and safe, an image of reliability to others. and sometimes it could weigh him down when he couldn’t seem to let another help carry the burden.

the way you made him feel, though, tracing his big ugly scars like they were rivers, like they weren’t repulsive—it changed him entirely, and it changed the way he saw himself. in the overworld, he was a criminal brute slathered in the proof of his savageness. in the fortress, he was the rock-solid standard for redemption, and he had to uphold his firm reputation. but with you, he was able to be fragile; with you, the walls he had built to protect himself from both sides of fontaine’s society came tumbling down, because he didn’t have to pretend when he was with you.

if such a small, sweet thing like you could see him in such a kind light with so much love in those eyes of yours, perhaps he was not so bad after all.

everyone else in all of teyvat could believe he was truly a bad guy like he sometimes enjoyed playing at—but it wouldn’t matter, because there you were in his bed every night, held fast in his big arms as you mindlessly traced the long, thin writings engraved in his skin, letting the stories they told lull you to sleep.

#wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley fluff #genshin impact #wrio x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin wriothesley #genshin x reader #mbj.write

289 notes · View notes

mortalityplays · 3 months

Note

i am sick like you as an incredibly casual fan who has since stepped back since october but was still following active blogs for it and i was always meaner than all of them so i like to watch it all go down and make fun of them but holy fuck its not even the half of it. there's a post somewhere that's one of those updates for "season 3 being possible" where one of the pieces of evidence is an actor from the show posted a picture of a woman who had 3 pigeons in front of her. and the person who posted this was like 37. 😭 they're all so insane and the second you say anything otherwise it's ruining hope and being condescending like oh my god it's a tv show girls...

to be honest like basic decency aside this entire thing is so ridiculous at its core i've never seen fandom brainrot at this level i know that's probably not TRUE and all fandom brainrot can end up like this but sooo many of them are so unself-aware it gives me a migraine. since when has throwing a tantrum a show got cancelled entitle you to getting another season 😭 they keep repeating that they deserve it and that they're so sad for the actors i even saw someone be like "making fun of the cancellation is ultimately cruel bc it means the crew who aren't millionaires and just everyday people are now out of a job, you're all being classist"... half of the ppl who post about it don't even ACTUALLY post about it anymore it's just been "renewal efforts" for two weeks now like holy fuck can you not take a hint... they seriously think asking netflix in the suggestion forms to do a season 3 is actually going to work if they just Believe Enough in the power of being 35

ok last ask I'm publishing for now bc it's an actual exit narrative lmao.

this touches on something I keep thinking about: the bizarre misunderstanding the fandom seems to have about how TV works. they talk about the actors and crew as if this one show was supposed to be their magnum opus and now they're all just sitting at home lamenting the loss of their livelihoods, and not signing new contracts, taking new auditions, moving on to other opportunities. they have this idea that they're going to persuade another network to pick the show back up, as if an entire TV production crew, sets, costumes, props etc. are a modular unit that goes on a shelf in a shoebox when it's not in use. it's very weird and kind of fascinating.

#sorry everyone else in my inbox I have to go get groceries

83 notes · View notes

fatuismooches · 4 months

Note

I am once again flooding your askbox for my brainrot 💀 (Idk if ur ok with pregnancy so just ignore this if u aren't)

AAAUAGGG I wonder what would happen if reader and dottore had a kid... like.... what would his reaction to the news be... HOW WOULD THE SEGMEMTS REACT??

Reader just walks in one day and tells him the news and suddenly the lab goes QUIET aside from a test tube falling onto the floor.

Aaaaaagagysvyzubdub dottore fluff makes me go INSANE AND CRAZY.

also Zandy having a sibling!!!!!!! he protects them with his LIFE!!!! (So do foxttore and the pufflings theyre like guard dogs now.)

The baby is so goddamn spoiled because they have like 50 different parents... (and also Pantalone keeps sending random baby toys over, Dottore is not amused.)

-🐓

WKBFEWF YES!! (Honestly im scared of pregnancy/birth irl but its dottore so its okay 😚) I imagine reader would be SO nervous and scared to tell him because well... their husband is IL DOTTORE after all. That's not exactly the ideal father material but... you still want to try! You love Dottore so much and you want him to try too. Honestly, Zandy was the first one to know! You probably sat him down and were like "You're going to be a big brother, Zandy!" And it took a little bit for him to process it before he started squealing and jumping in excitement... 😭 Well at least he took the news well but other other segments are going to be a whole different story, much less ZANDIK himself. You're kind of stressing out.

You contemplated telling him by himself but nowadays it was hard to do that considering how he was always doing something, and also telling the segments individually was going to be a hassle, so you just came out and said it. Now, when you said you had something "extremely important" to tell them, they were prepared for a lot of things but... certainly not that they were going to be fathers. The lab is so so silent before all hell breaks loose. You have the younger segments panicking and launching all sorts of questions at you while the older ones are just stunned and then ushering you to sit and hydrate and all of these things... but Zandik is just staring at you motionlessly. The shock hasn't worn off yet. When it's just you and Zandik, he's so quiet it has you very nervous until you ask him if he's mad... he's not but, he knows he wasn't meant to love in the first place, much less be a father. But you just hold him and tell him that he has you, and it may not be easy, but you believe he can do it.

You end up being pampered so much by the segments and Dottore it's kind of scary... like, the amount of checkups and attention was crazy before but now it's on a different level... they just want you and the baby to be healthy.

Oh gosh Pantalone teases Dottore SO MUCH. Columbina as well, they tease him about how he loves his kid soooo much (he got mad at Childe for spending too much time with them.) Speaking of Childe he's actually sweet enough to help teach you a lot of things, since he has experience and all... :) The segments, well, obviously they are not good with kids either but, this is your kid, and in a way, their kid as well... they try, at the very least. They won't let anything harm them. Also, the kid's first word probably ends up being something science related because they always listen to the segments babble on about that stuff... 😭

Your kid always has their stuffed toy with them to cuddle... (it's Foxttore of course, what can be better than that?!) Dottore probably shows his love by creating all these toys for the kid to be occupied...

#smooches talks #🐓 anon #dottore love notes <3 #help... ive been thinking abt dadttore a bit more these days #zandy bb <3

79 notes · View notes

iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 10 months

Note

How would the M6 react to a very very short MC? Probably 4'10 or less?

No I'm not projecting, I'm a tol gorl (I'm a gnome)

The Arcana HCs: M6 with a short MC

~ @zedibleandedible of course you're not, you are a perfectly average height XD I hope you like these, friend! - brainrot ~

-- for headcanon purposes, MC is a fully grown, 4'9 adult. I'll be putting M6's canon heights by their names as well --

Julian - 6'4

Upon meeting you, his mind follows this logical process exactly:

Wow, you are very short

He knows a short person very well. That short person is Pasha

Pasha is not to be messed with

Therefore, you are not to be messed with

But also, Pasha is his precious little sister and must be protected at all costs

Therefore, MC is clearly meant to become someone very precious to him, and he must now protect them at all costs too

This is what was going on behind that plague doctor's mask before you were able to get a read on him. He was stalling because he needed to figure out how to proceed

Having learned the hard way with his little sister, he is going to check first before making any jokes about your height

But if you give him permission, he is going to make so many. He's been saving up short jokes about Portia for years and this is a brand new innocent person to unleash them all on

Kisses work by grabbing his collar and yanking. He doesn't mind it

Asra - 5'8

They think you're perfect and adorable in every way. Your height just puts you at optimal top-of-the-head kisses level

If you think he won't take advantage of this to hold you to his heartbeat each time he hugs you, he absolutely will

They're used to being the short one in their friend groups, so you're definitely a change of pace (in a good way!)

Every time he sees you he wants to pick you up

They want to pat the top of your head so badly

It's right there, and it's so pattable!

But he's so careful about not pressuring you that it takes months of you asking if there's something wrong with your hair before he explains why he keeps staring at it

Teaches you all kinds of spells to float things off of high shelves

Likes watching you put people in their place when they assume that being short means it's okay to pick on you

Knits you a closetful of beanies because the top of your head is visible and so cute and they keep getting distracted whenever they can see it. Joke's on him, you're even cuter wearing the stuff they made for you

Nadia - 5'10

She's composed on the outside but on the inside she's melting

You will not know until you've been together for a very long time and you know just how much she respects you, because

Oh my goodness

She needs to squish you so bad

Or pick you up in her arms. Just once

She knows for a fact that you are strong and smart and capable and someone to take seriously

But you are an entire foot shorter than she is

On the plus side, it means she can just smother you every time she pulls you close for a hug

On the down side, she never wants to miss the opportunity to kiss you, but she's worried that her lips aren't easily accessible enough for when you want to initiate

She starts wearing clothes with lots of fabric flowing from her shoulders so it's easier for you to pull her down for a smooch

Will absolutely destroy anyone who insinuates that you can't be taken seriously because you're too small. Valerius learned a valuable lesson about not looking down his nose at you

Muriel - 6'10

He's terrified

Look, he is over two feet taller than you are. That's at least one chicken's difference. Maybe even two small chickens

What if he hurts you on accident? What if he walks into a room and doesn't see you there? What if you stand next to him and he hits you with his elbow?

Even more scared when you have to share a sleeping space, if he rolls over he could crush you and you wouldn't be able to escape

Until he sees how you respond to Morga and how easily you take to fighting

He's still terrified, but in the other direction

You can do insanely powerful things for someone your size

You also show him proof of his size being a positive thing - you're constantly asking him to reach things for you, and you're always using his wake to get through crowds

He doesn't want to have to double over each time he wants a hug or a kiss, so he gets in the habit of finding something to sit on anytime you two are in the same space so he's easy to reach

Suddenly the hut and clearing have so many tree stump stools

Portia - 5'1

FINALLY

Finally, somebody's shorter than her and not by half an inch!

She knows how annoying all the short jokes can be, she's not going to put you through that

Unless the cuteness aggression kicks in and then she is unloading every joke she's gotten over the years just for the satisfaction of not being on the receiving end of them

Loves being able to lean her head on top of yours during hugs and does so constantly

If you ask her to reach something down for you she will melt into a smug little puddle and gently tease you afterwards

Both of you are people to be reckoned with, so if the two of you ever get an insensitive comment from some foreign noble about Vesuvia sending "travel-sized" citizens they are in for a rough time

All the sailors on the boat now mentally equate "short" with "very strong"

But you are still their go-to person for when there's a small sack of something that's been wedged between a barrel and the corner of the hold, and then would you be so kind as to squeeze in and grab it for them?

Lucio - 5'10

Oh, you never heard the end of it when he was still a ghostly goatman

He was calling you every height-referencing nickname under the sun, and the more annoyed or upset you got the cuter he thought it was

Wait, cute? Oh no. Oh no, he thinks you're cute oh nooo ...

He tones it down quite a bit as he comes to respect and admire you, and eventually quits the nicknames altogether in an attempt to get you to like him better too

But he will never stop loving your height difference!

He feels so tall and manly and big next to you

Every time you ask him to reach something or look over the crowd for you his chest puffs up with pride

Makes the offer multiple times for you to sit on his shoulders to see a performance or announcement better whenever you're passing through a busy marketplace or town square

Will defend your honor against anyone who insults your height, but likes it even better when he holds your travel pack for you while you correct them

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

209 notes · View notes

nozunhinged · 4 months

Text

7 BL Newbie Moments of 2023 That Altered My Brain Chemistry

So I went through all my posts since the beginning of this journey and as much as I love dumping my insanity here without context or any punctuation, I feel that a lot of my fav moments deserve a bit more love and structure.

But first I need to put a bit of context so you won't be like "who the hell do they think they are" (aside from delusional I'm nothing, I promise) and my anxious overexplainer-heart is silenced.

My first BL TV show was Only Friends and only 5 months later I'm already throat deep into it (sorry). My watchlist is so endless that I sometimes (no, regularly) genuinely fear for my sanity. I'm still learning all the names and production houses but does that stop me from starting 10 other shows? NOPE.

I'm not new to queer fan spaces (avid manga reader since the yaoi days, my first ship was taito from digimon) but I am most definitely new to the brainrot levels these shows gave me.

And believe it or not, even though my shipper heart is over a decade old, I'm new to Tumblr and the fuel this platform added to the fire could burn down entire continents.

ANYWAYS if you're still here — please enjoy Noz's 100% self-indulgent moments!

1. The End And The Beginning - Only Friends

All I did was mindlessly scroll through the tumblr trends, no idea about how this website works, still sour and sad about the loss of my twitter bubble thanks to the elopocalypse—little did I know that fate would lead me to the wonderful world of BL shows! It was like this moment in isekai-esque movies where you get sucked into a world and you go WOOAAH once you arrive.

There was this show—on YouTube—100% unapolagetic about sex, relationships and queerness. Five minutes into the first episode, someone asks if they can bring their boyfriend to a hookup. This was ALL of my wildest dreams come true! Oh boy, was I naive.

I feel like Only Friends had me speedrun the whole BL industry. Branded pairs, production houses, fanservice, obsessive fans & haters, audience reactions influencing the storyline, EVERYTHING happened during Only Friends and I was just like "what the hell is going on here?" It was like the perfect case study for literally everything. Honestly I still don't really understand what's going on.

Unfortunately, this also led to the awful ending I erased from my brain and don't want to get into, I'm just gonna say Boston I will never forgive the writers for what they did to you. I dropped that show like a hot potato, filtered all possible tags and moved on — or so I thought.

I feel like I'm trying to recreate that first excitement when I discovered OF. But 20 shows later, I'm still not there. Does this make me sound like an addict? Yes, and this is why Only Friends EP 1 is my No. 1 moment that altered my brain chemistry.

2. The Boeing Incident - Only Friends

I talked about it just yesterday and I need to do it again because Boeing was the beginning of a thing that thought I'd never be capable of: lusting after real person TV characters. I talked about it in length here and here so the only thing I'm gonna add just for good measure is that I'd do anything, anything for a BostonBeoingNOZ threesome. Holy shit I'm cringing just writing this down but I need to get my point across.

3. Still Looking For That Kiss - Love in The Air

I know this is a general experience at this point but the chemistry between the couples in Love In The Air opened a whole knew world for me. I thought I knew chemistry but when I saw them, I realized I knew NOTHING.

It may sound weird but I'm still looking for that perfect kiss that's hitting all the right neurons in my brain. I have a hunch that one of these two pairs will deliver them one day, but until then I NEED to watch a million kisses for research.

This post by @talistheintrovert explains perfectly what I think about kissing in shows. Ji Chang Wook is still the blueprint for me.

But do I have a favorite BL kiss so far? Yes, yes I do. It's this ShinPeach beauty.

4. Main Lead Syndrome - Kiseki: Dear To Me

I am a second lead, side couple enby before I am human but I will defend these two until the end of time. My TL is flooded with Chen Yi, Ai Di, Nat and Louis while these two are over here falling in love over strawberry cake, cat analogies, failed cooking and all sorts of memory loss. Zongyi opened a fucking bakery for his babygirl and Zerui pretended to be a pretty dumdum to protect the love of his life.

I don't care how much you all love the two dumb (affectionately) gangsters, these two deserve the world, end of story. Also Kai Hsu and Taro Lin are bff's irl now, Taro said that Kai helped him get out of a very bad mental tate and I take that very personally.

5. The Fanservice is Fanservicing - Kiseki: Dear To Me

Speaking of Taro and Kai, the fact that I even know that they're bff's is another brainaltering moment that needs recognition because months later it led me to this TikTok of two actors I don't know of a show I don't watch, staring at them for ages and really considering watching it just because of it.

That is the power of fanservice my friends and I can put on my clownmask now because I avidly screamed left and right that fanservice should be forbidden when I learned about it. I blame Kiseki for that. But my point still stands, I hate actors doing stuff they're uncomfortable with. I just hope they're all friends and have fun and get that coin.

6. The One Just For Me - Playboyy

I've been lurking around Playboyy from the moment I found out they have the same writer as OF. And boy did it deliver so far! I already wrote a bunch here about which role Playboyy plays for me, but it's also a wonderful case study for my producer heart — watching the acting, directing, lighting, sets, props and storyline interact is fascinating.

People say the less you notice the better the show, which is correct, but I love all the flaws of this piece of media. IMHO it's the last puzzlepiece of the amazing, important social commentary the show delivers. All of the topics the couples represent need to get their very own show.

7. The Holy Grail - The Sign

Speaking of the less you notice — this is the sign for The Sign (again, sorry). There's a reason this show is loved and praised so widely because the production is on a whole other level. Adding the beautiful story on top of that, we have the potential for a holy grail here and I'm so in for the ride.

I keep saying I've entered the world of BL in it's absolute golden era. Never in a million years did I think I'd watch 5 shows simultaneosly but I love every single one of them so much I keep a whole spreadsheet on how I can be on time for every premiere every week alongside my work schedule.

Honorable mentions

KinnPorsche: VegasPete were my first dark, angsty, morally questionable couple ever (I'm a sissy okay)

Last Twilight: When I watched Extraordinary Attorney Woo, I cried several times about the wonderful media representation of disability. It means so much to me and Last Twilight is on par with that.

Bake Me Please: Thank you for giving me this beautiful kiss

Manner of Death: Thank you MaxTul for making gay makeouts fashionable

Bad Buddy: The one time I was glad I persisted so I could watch them most adorable phone scene on the planet

I Feel You Linger In The Air: It was too painful for me to finish but I loved the show with my whole heart and it deserves all the awards it got.

Kimi ni Todokanai: Japanese shows just hit different. I'll never get over the kissing Taiyaki.

The Novelist Series: THIS is how you kiss the one you're horny for my friends. Take notes directors.

Semantic Error: My fav webtoon -> Got Viki for the Series -> Found the BL corner of Viki -> Drew my attention to Tumblr -> This post.

Thank you for being the butterfly of my butterfly effect.

And thank YOU if you read until here! To a even more wonderful queer year 2024! I'm so ready for this ride.

#only friends the series #only friends #kiseki: dear to me #love in the air #love in the air the series #playboyy #playboyy the series #the sign #the sign the series #thai bl #japanese bl

61 notes · View notes

renshengs · 6 months

Note

sorry if you get a ton of notifs bc i just found your account and have been scrolling through most of it!! but 1. THE REVERSE ROBINS JAYTIM?? you somehow drew my favorite trope and i didn’t even know it was my favorite bc i’ve only really seen it in a couple c-novels before. so thank you for that

2. the reverse robins damitim!! (i’m sensing a theme here, with me and reverse robin aus). would just love to hear more about them in that verse if you feel up to it!

i don't mind the notifications, click away!

the 年下 nianxia trope in cnovels yess that was exactly what i had in mind while drawing reverse robins jaytim, you get it! it's about the little kid growing up to be sooo unbearably hot it sends everyone into a panic :)

as for damitim! i think the collective dynamic of the bats would be wildly different if damian came first... he'd be bruce levels of stoic but with a certain air of responsibility about him, an eldest child type of no-nonsense attitude, while if tim came second he'd maintain his like. general insanity and overcompensation and stalker habits etc etc. he and damian absolutely hate each other's guts at first, but out on the field they'd probably work together extremely well, which makes both of them mad LMAO

i imagine the shift happens when damian gets caught in an explosion at some point and wakes up in the cave to tim swearing and scowling at him like "i dug through the rubble for THREE HOURS, if it weren't for batgirl i would've killed you when i finally found you," except the whole time he's also holding an ice pack to damian's temple and his hands are all bandaged up. and damian just stares at them and is kind of like, "huh". later stephanie says "did tim tell you he winched a solid block of concrete off of you? he was crying because he thought he was too late" and yk, damian has an oh moment. after that he starts being more tolerant of tim's general nagging. a year later bruce picks up 13 year old jason from off the streets and jason takes to tim like a duck to water and damian starts lowkey beefing with him about it because he's embarrassing like that.

that's about as far as my brainrot has gotten... no idea who tim is interested in but he's like, probably 70% aware of the ridiculous love triangle he's been caught in.

(btw in this au damian is 3 yrs older than tim who's 5 yrs older than jason. so by the 2nd picture of the reverse robins jaytim art, dami is 27, tim is 24, and jay is 19. dami is batman at this point! bruce is retired and probably staying in metropolis every other week if you catch my drift)

#asks!#damitim #jaytim #tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd #dc #reverse robins

75 notes · View notes

maxthesillyy · 8 months

Note

You ever think about how Max and Rachel are character foils while also seeming more similar at times then Max and Chloe? (I am feeding Rachel/Max your brain rot.)

YES ACTUALLY I HAVE. THAT ACTUALLY CONTIANS ALL OF THE THOUGHST IVE EVER HAD ABOUT THEM EVER.

ON THE OUTSIDE THESE BITCHES ARE RHE EXACT OPPOSITE. BUT NUH UH LOOK CLOSER AND THEN THEYRE ACTUALLY TIED TOGETHER BY THE THREADS OF THE GODDAMN UNIVERSE?!?!?!!!!!

GOD KNOWS WHAT I’D GIVE TO MAKE RACHEL QUIT HER 24/7 NO BREAKS AND NO VACATION JOB OF HAUNTING THE NARRATIVE.

GIRL WHO HAUNTS THE NARRATIVE x GIRL WHO KILLED THE NARRATIVE (idk how to use that phrase)

OMG AND THEN THE FUCKING DOE(if you support that its rachel at least)?????????????? RACHEL JUST DROPS IN LIKE “Hey!!! <333 Take care of my babygirl(/j). ALSO KILL EVERYBODY IN THIS BITCH ASS TOWN FOR ME PLEASE?? Okay!! 😄😄🥰 Byeee love you— I MEAN WHATTT WHO SAAID THAT. BYE.” LIKEGRGRGGSGAHABSH

AND THEN EITHER RACHEL SHOWS UP AS MAX’S SPIRIT ANIMAL INSTEAD OF HER OWN (gay.) OR RACHEL AND MAX SHARE THE SAME SPIRIT ANIMAL (gay.)

((^^but again that is only if you think that rachel is the doe, BUT I LIKE TO BELIEVE IT, SO!!!!!!!!!!))

max here, basically: chloe do you think rachel would’ve wanted to kiss me IMMEAN WHAT OMG WHO SAID THAATTTTTT!?

EVEN IN A NONROMANTIC WAY MAX AND RACHEL’S CONNECTION-NONCONNECTION MAKES ME CRAZY INSANE

YOU EVER THINK MAX SEEES A DOE IN THE WOODS AND FREEZES. YOU EVER THINK MAX THINKS ABOUT IT FOR THE NEXT THREE WEEKS. YOU EVER THINK 💥💥💥💥💥

I HAVE 100 PROBLEMS AND 27 OF THEM WOULD BE SOLVED IF MAX AND RACHEL MET.

WELL. I MEAN. THE COMICS EXIST. BUT HONESTLY I DID NOT FUCK WITH HOW THEY PORTRAYED RACHEL NGL.

ON SURFACE LEVEL, AMBERFIELD IS JUST “dead girl who’s body she dug up X time traveler who never met her” ACTUALLY WAIT NO SCRATCH WHAT I WAS SAYING— THATS STILL INTERESTING.

almost all of the Scenarios™️ in my head recently have been “What if Max met Rachel” but each time a little too the left.

THE WEIRD THING ABOUT BRAINROT IS THAT ISTG I DO HAVE ACTUAL COHERENT THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS BUT THE BRAINROT CANCELS THEM ALL OUT. ANYWAYS IM GONNA STOP BRAINROTTING AND POST THIS NOW 👍👍

IN SUMMARY: GGRGRGSGSGSGGRGGRGRGRGGR *foaming at the mouth*GRRRRAAAGSGHFGDGGRGRHRFFRFGRGRGRGRRHEERGRGRGRGGR *clawing the walls* AAHAHGSGDGGSRGGRGRGAHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHH*bouncing off the walls*

#thanks for letting me brainrot everywhere ❤️‍🩹#woof #i swear i swear i swear I DO have coherent thoughts about this. just not right now.#i think im obsessed with rachel in general…#lis #life is strange #max caulfield #rachel amber #amberfield

72 notes · View notes

buckttommy · 1 year

Text

Season 6B promo dropped and immediately reignited the most insane brainrot I've ever had so here's a couple hundred words of spec fic

Christopher hates hospitals. Always has. At this point, probably always will. Nothing good ever happens in them, at least, not to him. Somewhere on another floor, down the halls, pregnant ladies are giving birth, holding their babies in their arms, smiling down at them after all those long months of waiting. Husbands and wives and fathers and mothers and siblings are waking up, seeing their loved ones for the first time in days, weeks, months.

Hospitals are nice for them.

He wonders, sometimes, if it's hospitals that are cursed or just his family—if something bizarre and uncanny happens to them whenever they walk through the doors that makes it unlikely they'll ever come out. Christopher knows that's not logical, that curses and jinxes are all just make believe, but when he ends up on the wrong side of those doors so often, he can't help but wonder what he did to get on the universe's bad side. He's twelve for pete's sake, he hasn't even discovered weird stuff on the internet yet.

Hen sits down next to him, her knees creaking just like his dad's. She takes the empty paper cup from his hands, hot chocolate still clinging to the edges, and throws her arm around his shoulders.

"Hey kid."

"Hey."

"How are you holding up?"

Not great, but when is he ever great when something like this happens? Bad things happen in threes, that's what they say. First time, it was his dad kneeling down to tell him about his mom. Second time, it was Buck sitting on his bed to tell him about his dad. This time, it was Bobby pulling up in the truck in front of his school to tell him both Buck and Dad got hurt. That's three, isn't it? Three times his parents have gotten hurt. Three times he's had to prepare himself to say goodbye.

They're cursed. Definitely cursed.

He shrugs. "I'm fine."

Hen nods slowly, lips pursing like she doesn't believe him but doesn't know if she should press him about it. He hopes she doesn't. He's scared and angry, and he gets mean when he's feeling scared sometimes. He doesn't want to be mean to Hen, he just wants to sleep.

"You know they're going to be okay, right?"

Her voice is gentle, warm. It's her Mom Voice. He hears her use it on Denny sometimes and he always has to leave the room because it makes him think about his own mom. He definitely doesn't want to hear it right now, but he gets tired of adults tiptoeing around him all the time, treating him like he's a kid who doesn't know what it means to come this close to losing everything.

His voice is flat, monotone and bitter. "Dad's unconscious and Buck's in a coma."

"Yeah. I know. But their bodies just need to recuperate after what happened." Hen squeezes his hand, waits until he meets her eyes. "They're going to be okay."

Christopher shrugs, withdrawing his hand from her grip.

Hen doesn't reach for it again.

She sighs and gets up. Wanders over to where Chimney and Bobby are sitting, the three of them speaking in low tones as they shoot anxious glances at him and the doors his dad and Buck were whisked through. Someone has to come out eventually, either to tell him Dad's awake and asking for him or to tell him they're both dead, nothing they could do, with that clinically sad look on their faces that doctors always have. Nothing to do but wait and see which way the house of cards is going to fall.

Christopher takes a deep breath, draws his phone from his pocket, and pulls up Candy Crush. He hasn't played it since his dad got shot, his high score still immortalized from the last time he sat in these chairs. If nothing else, he has practice with this part — the waiting, the held-breath tension, the bite of the hospital armrests against his forearms, so he clicks on the next level, watches the candy drop onto the board, and sinks into the game, breath getting stuck in his throat every time those doors open.

He really does hate hospitals.

#I wrote this on my phone in 30 minutes IDK #jack.txt #my fic

184 notes · View notes

onyxechos · 1 year

Text

Alright ya nerds, it's time for more angst. This is just one of the ways I see this scene going, the brainrot is still so deep.

From @wolfythewitch 's zombie au

It was him, a part of her knew it was. The blonde hair falling messily around his head, the green jacket that he wore everywhere, the brown pants she had gotten him for one of their anniversaries. It made sense even if she couldn't wrap her mind around it. She felt frozen, as if her muscles had turned to ice. Even though it was warm outside.

But it felt like she was freezing.

A wild screech sounded and a small streak pelted out from the abandoned emergency vehicle to her right, stopping right in front of Phil. It was a teenager, about 15, so scared his hands were shaking, but determinedly leveling a handgun straight at her. Kristin didn't even see it, as the boy behind it made her breath catch in her throat.

Wilbur. Her son. He was alive. And he was here. Her chest felt light, but she also felt like she couldn't breathe, both at the same time. Wild emotions warred inside her. Even if he didn't recognize her, even if he looked like he had been through a tornado and was aiming a gun at her head, shouting to stay back. She would recognize those brown curls anywhere, the soft tilt of his eyes accented by his "seeing circles," as he called them, or as everyone else called them, his glasses.

She tried to say his name, only to have her voice crack back to a whisper in the middle, her throat closing up because of a burn that traveled down from her eyes, one so fierce that it kept her mouth from opening again. Her eyes ached from holding back tears as she looked at her son, then to her husband.

She couldn't seem to move. It was like she was a million miles away, looking down at herself facing the two people she couldn't see herself without, having spent so long trying to get to this point. But now that she had finally gotten here, she couldn't believe what she saw. She couldn't make herself take it in, to believe what was before her.

Her eyelids beat like a hummingbird's wings. She couldn't let any of the tears fall. No that would lead to something she never wanted any of the kids to see.

Instead Kristin looked back at Wil, and realized that he wasn't pointing the gun at her now. She turned her head. Techno, he had somehow come up beside her, and taken her gun, without her realizing. He was pointing it at Wilbur. "Kristin, step back."

She looked back and forth between them, realizing that Techno had spoken to her, and the reality of the situation smacked her in the face. They were going to shoot each other if she didn't do something. Finally able to make her limbs work, she reached towards Techno, and managed to find her voice. "Techno, Techno lower the gun."

The 16 year old looked at her like she was insane, but before she could open her mouth again, a groaning interrupted her, followed quickly by soft protests. Kristin looked back toward her family.

Phil was trying to move toward her, and Wil was trying his best not to let him stumble forward, his soft tone just loud enough to reach her, and a stark contrast from earlier. "No, no Dad don't, I'm not letting you go, they won't take you away again..."

Kristin's heart squeezed as she struggled not to imagine what happened to them on their way here. Her jaw tightened as she called out to her son once again, her voice emotional but strong.

"Wilbur."

He froze then, blinking twice, and she could see the moment the recognition appeared on his face as he looked back at them, at her. The emotions she saw cross his face, shock, joy, fear, exhaustion, were nothing compared to the tears that came into his eyes as he whispered the one word she was afraid she would never get to hear again.

"Mom?"

#wolfythewitch #zombie au #damn this is a deep brainrot hole /pos

342 notes · View notes

epicfranb · 9 months

Text

*pretends to be an analyst like in the mcc subreddit* okay so do i think Cyan Coyotes will win

My main point here will be to compare MCC Underdogs Purple Pandas and MCC 33 Cyan Coyotes. Obviously my brainrot causes me to involuntarily compare a team that Bdubs was on and a team that Etho is on, however there are a few parallels.

First off, the most obvious one is FireBreathMan. He's an insanely good player, he's good at movement and PvP, and he's known for being ❗ Technoblade's sensei ❗ he also used to be an MCC tester, which, while a lot has changed since then, means that he has almost as much experience as a regular MCC player; and, after being in a few actual MCC's since then, would amount to a serious amount of experience.

Secondly, from my observations, Etho and Impulse are about on the same level in general Minecraft gameplay. They both learn quickly, are able to adapt and are smart and agile players. I would compare Bdubs and Scar in terms of skill as well, being only slightly behind their partners. That would mean that Etho and Scar would be on about the same level gameplay wise as Bdubs and Impulse were, BUT impdubs were both new to MCC, while Scar ISN'T, meaning scab could potentially be even better. I don't know how well Etho and Scar play together, but they certainly get along very well. I haven't watched MCC in a while, but i remember Scar's big problem being communication (when he went silent and the rest of the team didn't know where he was, how he was doing, what was happening, etc). I can see Etho communicating fairly well, but there's also a factor of being new to a THIRTY THIRD EVENT and getting a little paralyzed and overwhelmed, which WILL be an obstacle.

Now, Scott, FBM, Etho and Scar is a strong team with a lot of potential, and a similar team from before won the event, despite having 3 new players! BUT there is a key difference... In that MCC Underdogs, in which Bdubs, Impulse, FBM and Blushie won, was an MCC that only had people that haven't won yet. This means that, on average, it had less super good very competitive players. This time it's a normal MCC, which has more competition and more players that are a big threat (Fruit, Pete, Jojo, Purpled, Punz and Sapnap on the same team?!) Teams like Red, Aqua, Blue and Purple will be BRUTAL.

Do i think Cyan will win? No. Do i think they can win? Definitely. I don't think that's very likely. But i do think they will come in top 6. I predict Etho will be in top 35. He will do well in Grid Runners and Ace Race, maybe well in Parkour Warrior, TGTTOSAWAF and Sands of Time. I could see him do well in Battle Box, Sky Battle and Parkour Tag IF HE'S LUCKY. I don't remember other games.

But idc if all of what I'm saying is wrong!! I don't care if he's great at everything or if he sucks and comes 45th in a game with 40 players!! I just want to see Etho in a new setting that's unusual for him, and to see him have fun with his friends and meet new people :D my biggest wish for this MCC? have him join a few vc's at the end, when everyone is just chatting and discussing each others performance. Or others joining his vc would also be neat. I don't see him staying on for long, but imagine Cub, False, Joel, Impulse, Philza, Captain Sparklez joining to praise him???? That would be so sweet!! Maybe people who don't participate could also join the vc since they probably have access to it wink wink Bdubs wink wink actually i also want Bdubs in Etho's chat, and Etho replying to his messages once in a while. Usually it's Etho in Bdubs's chat, so to see this get reversed???? ONCE IN A LIFE TIME OPPORTUNITY, I TELL YA. Even if Bdubs ends up being too busy, he will definitely come watch at least for a little bit. Can't wait to see Tango and Skizz and Doc and Ren and perhaps some other friends in chat too. Can't wait to see them discuss Etho's first MCC afterwards. Can't wait to just. See Etho in MCC! It's wild that it's happening!!!! People have been speculating about him joining since the first events. It's actually happening guys. I'M SO EXCITED.

Edit: so, update, Etho won't stream apparently :( but hey! At least a part of my dream will happen right :D?

#mcc #minecraft championship #etho #ethoslab #life updates

56 notes · View notes

obae-me · 1 year

Text

Upside Down- CH 10

Author's Notes: I know I try to exchange and do one chapter of Tainted Reflections and Upside Down at a time, but I have brainrot for this plot right now. I couldn't even wait till tomorrow to post it. I hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: Violence, Death, Cussing, Weapons. As Always, Read Safely!

Word Count: 7409

Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Breaking Old Ideals

A wave washed over you all, one of anger and hatred and Envy. The time was now. You had minutes to get ready, if even that. You looked back at the sleeping humans, watching their faces remain peaceful despite all they had been through. Levi had tossed and turned a little throughout his sleep, almost slipping out of bed, but you kept him from falling to the floor, tucking the blanket in around his side. With a sigh, you shook your head. You desperately wanted to do this on your own. What a blow to the gut to know you needed these two for the plan to work, the insane plan you’d come up with in the last few hours. Who knew if it was going to even work? And was it worth putting the two humans at risk?...

You tugged the blanket off the both of them, shaking the both of them harshly till they woke up. “Wha…what is it?” Mammon groaned, blinking at the light and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Lifia is coming, we have to go.” You glanced over at Levi who, against all odds, was still trying to curl up and go back to sleep. You picked him up easily and set him in a chair instead. “We don’t have much time!” With a shove and a bit of in-game magic, you handed Levi his metal armor and equipped Mammon fully. “Let’s go over the plan.”

“Since- Since when did we have a plan? Why is she coming for us anyway?! We’re not leveled for that!” Levi shouted, the last bit of grogginess leaving his voice with his panic.

You helped Levi put on his chestplate, rushing to go grab his shoes. Why were humans so slow?! “For one, I wasn’t exactly encouraged to escape. And I might’ve…possibly blown up part of her castle.” One of the humans opened their mouth to retort to that, but you didn’t give them the chance. “Secondly, she sent that whole army to kill Mammon, and not only are you still alive,” you glanced up at your pact-mate…well, the one being mentioned, “but we destroyed her army. Not to mention, I just made a pact with you!” You took Levi by the shoulders and jostled him a little, trying to snap him out of his weird little gaze as you dressed him. “Need I remind you that she’s obsessed with you? The moment she finds out we have a pact together, it’s over. Game over. Life over!” Levi suddenly seemed to almost regret his decision, not that you blamed him. You tugged him up out of his seat, grabbed Mammon’s hand, and booked it out of the house. A little light glowed between your fingers as you summoned the whistle. With a brisk blow, a high pitched melody echoed through the streets. A few seconds later, your white horse galloped in your direction. Knowing what you wanted without asking, Mammon climbed up easily. Levi struggled a bit with the weight of his armor. You pushed him up there and settled him in the saddle. You pointed towards the northwest, the general location of somewhere you had passed during your escape. “Start heading in that direction. Don’t slow down. Mammon, use your stealth. Levi, use your new pact ability to mimic Mammon, if it works like I assume it does, you'll be able to copy Mammon’s powers. You’ll both be cloaked for a while.”

“Wait, wait, wait, you’re going too fast and explaining nothin’ to us! What happened to telling us about the plan?!” Mammon held onto the reins, but kept the mount from moving. “And why’re you talking like we’re leavin’ you behind?!”

“Because you are. Only for a little bit. For the plan to work, we need to be as high of a level as we can get. We’re all still too low. Once I’m done I’ll grab another horse and meet you two out there. Just remember to go straight towards the smoke, okay?” You reached up, guiding Levi’s arms to hold onto his brother, making sure Mammon’s boots were firm inside the stirrups. “We’ll get you guys home, I just need you focused.” Both their eyes hovered over you nervously, confused. Before either of them could speak further, you commanded the horse to move forward, both humans speeding down along the path towards the outside of the city. This would work…it had to work.

A little bit of you felt strangely bad for sending them off alone, but you didn’t want them to see this. You didn’t need them to participate. This was better off left to the demons. Even if this town was completely fake, you were worried the two humans might still harbor some sense of morality. So you’d do the dirty work for them. No NPC was safe, no items locked tightly enough away. You stole, destroyed, obliterated these non-human images without a second thought. Anything that could give you an ounce of XP you went for. You wouldn’t be satisfied till you went over every inch of this place, leveling up as close to Lifia as you could.

The citizens were too easy. The soldiers were a bit harder to deal with. It seemed the further you went on a rampage, the harder the enemies got. Just like regular humans, more and more determined to strike you down. If only they would’ve just worked together and sent everything they had at once at you, then you might’ve slowed down, but no, they always had some hubris, waiting till the very end to give it all they had. Mages fired down arrows of pure magic, soldiers carrying immensely large shields and spears tried attacking you from a safe distance. Even in the shadows, it seemed assassins were ready to strike you down. But you wouldn’t be taken so easily. Not here. Not now.

It wasn’t until dust rolled over your shoe, complete silence filling the town till you looked up at your level now. Ninety-one. Using every item available in your inventory, you used whatever would give you more points. You burnt through old weapons, used up amulets, broke level gems. Ninety-three. Still seven whole levels below the Demon Lord. It would have to do. You dashed back to the town’s stables, snatching a horse covered in a dark-brown coat, tugging it out of its pen. With a graceful twist, you landed on its back. You heard a rumble off in the distance. A giant black cloud was making its way towards the town. That was Lifia, surely. Time to catch up to the humans.

You snapped at the reins, your new mount sprinting through the desolate city, through a hole that had been punctured through the high stone wall. A little tug sent the horse in the right direction, towards a little pillar of black spiraling through the sky, towards the craggy outline etched into the horizon, towards the volcano. It was a rushed plan sure, a risky one, but it was all you could think of. What do you do when you have an enemy you can’t out-strength? You use your surroundings. You find something stronger. Of course, there was no way of knowing if this would even work. But it was worth a try.

You spotted the little white dot that was your horse sitting at the base of the volcano. Your new mount was pushed to its physical limits, sprinting forward as fast as it could manage. As soon as you were close enough, instead of waiting around for the horse to slow down, you jumped off, hitting the ground running, stumbling a little, but still moving. “Mammon, Levi, are you here?” You shouted.

Two shapes rippled before the humans unveiled themselves for you, looking nervous, unable to miss the large angry mass that was approaching you all in the sky. You took their arms and began dragging them up the volcano, the air around you all going heavy with heat. “What’re we doing here?” Mammon asked, and while he was the more agile of the two, even he seemed to struggle to keep up with your pace.

You went to talk, but Levi spoke for you. “It’s- It’s like a final showdown! The last epic battle, taking place above a raging blaze! Definitely final boss material!”

“I’m hoping we won’t have to do much fighting…It’s a last resort.” You admitted. With a little tug, you brought them up to the rim of the volcano, listening to the churning of lava beneath you all. The smoke was thick, the heat was immense. It was all the three of you could do to simply breathe. Although, even as the volcano rumbled beneath you all, you could still hear the roar that was vastly approaching. You didn’t have long left at all. So, with the last few minutes you had, you explained the plan. The looks they were giving you were clearly uncertain. “Levi…this is dangerous…but are you willing to do it? You can back out if you wish.”

He was crucial for this plan to work. You were hoping he would be on board, but you didn’t blame him if he changed his mind. He looked around him, like he was taking in everything all at once, like this world had just sunk in. These humans…were ready for it to go wrong, and either they were naively hopeful, or they had made their peace with the potential end. “No. I want to do this. I trust you.” Then he looked over his shoulder at his brother. “And…while I hate to admit it, I trust you too, Mammon. I’m- I’m- I’m trusting you with my life, okay? And…if we don’t make it out of here, I want you to know that…you weren’t a bad older brother.”

Mammon appeared a bit stunned at those words, and instead of being proud, he looked a bit sad. “Shuddup! I don’t want to hear it! Don’t say stuff like that! We’ll get out of here, all of us!” He came over to punch Levi in the arm before walking off, disappearing into shadow.

Now you were alone with Levi. You strode over to a little outcropping of rock that jutted out further than the rest of them, almost like it was a little platform. It allowed you to stand right over the pit of lava, like it was intentionally made, and who knew, perhaps it was. It suited your purposes just fine anyway. “Are you afraid?” You asked him as he came to stand right beside you, trying not to watch the way disturbed pebbles and chunks of rock plummeted towards the sea of death below.

“O- Of course,” he muttered. “I’m so terrified, I can’t think straight. But…I feel…like I can move forward anyway.”

“You humans are always so contradictory and ridiculously determined…” You shook your head at him but found it in you to smile a little bit. It was weird, smiling again at a human. You’d done it with Mammon before, and now you were doing it to Levi. How strange. “I–”

Words of support didn’t come in time though. It wasn’t long before the light got snuffed out by rolling black clouds. Sparks of red lightning struck the air around it. Everything above and below you seemed to surround you in a dangerous wrath. As if this pit of lava wasn’t intimidating and dramatic enough… Lifia seemed to fall from the sky, landing in front of you with nothing but pure murderous rage in her eyes. There was a bit of silence as you stared at each other, tension straining between you two. Although, the scowl on her face, the mess of her hair, the frustration in her features, it had you grinning. She knew she had underestimated you. She should’ve destroyed you while she had the chance. The silence didn’t last forever, she pulled out her weapon, lunging straight for you. “You pathetic, little–” She gasped so hard, the air caught in her throat.

Levi was struggling over the lava pit, eyes frantic, sweat dripping down the side of his face. He was in your grasp. As he dangled in the air from your hands, he gripped at your body. You stared Lifia down, finally glad to see her scrambling. “Hurt me and he drops,” you threatened.

The ‘Demon Lord’ crumbled. This high and mighty persona that she tried to present herself to be was nothing more than a character she put on for Levi. You knew what she was. It doesn’t take too much for a demon of Envy to break. She dropped her weapon, her hands tugging at the hair atop her head. “It’s not fair!” The howl she screamed sent your ears ringing. Red lightning from above you rumbled and flashed, striking parts of the volcano, making the entire mountain rumble. Large chunks of stone were cut from their place, falling into the lava. Suddenly the rock you were in didn’t appear as stable as you thought it would be… “Everything I did…everything I built…everything I gave…it was for Levi. He’s mine! I deserve him!”

Your heart pounded heavily in your chest. This was your plan, it was all following your expectations…yet…what happened to your resolve? It suddenly…was gone. You looked over at Levi, your human which you were holding over an assured death. You…couldn’t… Levi glanced at you, and then at Lifia. All the sudden, this human had more courage than you did, which was saying something. “Hey, Demon Lord!” He shouted, catching her attention. She seemed to glow when he addressed her. “If you want me… Save me!” In a swift action, he pulled out his sword, jabbing the hilt into the back of your hand. Reflixily, your fingers loosened. You let him go.

“Levi!” Lifia shrieked, running over to the edge. She went to cast a spell, but before she could, you pushed her. Now they both were falling, towards the lava, towards death. Her cast still went off though. A gnarled black vine twisted around Levi’s arm and connected to her. All she wanted to do now was pull him into her arms, it seemed, have him for a moment at last.

A flash manifested itself by Levi. Mammon grabbed his brother, pulled out a knife to cut the vine away, and then blinked away, taking Levi with him. They reappeared on the other side of the chasm, standing on a very small ledge of rock. You were right…Mammon could only blink forward, not up. They both were still far too close to the pool for you to feel comfortable. You were trying to figure out what spell would work best, but Mammon beat you to the punch. He pulled something out of his inventory, it appeared to be a scroll. He locked eyes with you from his position, showing you the item and then pointing at the sky. He sure did have a lot of faith in you to expect you to understand and react in such a short amount of time. He threw the scroll as high as he could in the air. With a gust of your wind, the paper rocketed to the sky, reaching all the way up past the edge of the crater. The scroll lit up with magic. Mammon grabbed his brother’s arm before they both teleported to where the scroll had been. With another blink, Mammon and Levi hovered over safe ground before crashing down.

Now the only one that was falling was–

Something wrapped around your leg, a weight pulling you to the floor. You had just one second to claw against the ground, to grasp at the platform’s edge. There weren’t easy places to fit your hands, you were relying on pure grip strength, which in this world, wasn’t the best. You heard your name being called by the humans. They were running around the edge to make it over to you. “Hold on! We’re coming!” They were screaming.

Beneath you, dragging you down by a thorny corrupted vine, was Lifia, who was practically brushing against the lava, her health ticking down in small sections. Rather than attempting to crawl back up, she seemed more intent at pulling you down with her. “If I can’t have him, you can’t either!” She snarled, her dying act bent on revenge. Just a little longer…you just had to hold on… Another vine tugged at one of your wrists. You dug into the stone with one hand as hard as you could, your fingers feeling like breaking, and then, you were lightweight as you slipped. The two humans reached the end of the platform just too late. They watched you plummet.

There are many things that happen right before you know you’re about to die. You mostly think about your regrets, which you had plenty of. But…as you were recalling everything you wished you would’ve changed, you were surprised to discover that meeting these two humans wasn't among them. Funny, wasn’t it? You felt a bit guilty. I’m sorry, my love, you thought to yourself. Seems my promise to only care about you has been broken. You wondered…if once you were gone…if you’d be able to see them again.

A third vine snaked around you all the sudden, tugging at your other arm. You snapped out of your daze, focusing on Levi, who was digging his feet into the ground, tugging you back up despite being steadily pulled back towards the volcano’s edge. Mammon wrapped his arms around his brother’s waist. They were both pulling you up. Below you, Lifia gasped, her hold on you going slack. “A…pact…ability? L- Levi?...Why?...” Her HP bar was almost fully depleted as she sunk into the fire. A choked sob gurgled in her throat. “Why…couldn’t…with…me? I just…wanted…” But she never got to say that last word as her body suddenly was consumed in a pillar of fire, all her sins, all her envy shooting out of her as she took her last breath. Everything was blinding. Everything seemed to go white. Everything went numb.

Your eyes opened. For a moment, you had a hard time comprehending the fact that you were even still alive, able to take in the scenery in the first place. Your body ached as you attempted to sit up, your hand coming up to your face as you groaned. Then a huge weight crashed down upon you. “You made it! You’re alive! We’re alive! We’re back home!” The two humans seemed to grapple for you until they let you go. After that, the two humans slapped each other’s palms in another high-five. Mammon was beaming, somehow radiating energy despite all that had just happened. He looked at his brother and pulled him in, giving Levi a little squeeze before pulling his head under his arm, ruffling his hair. “And it’s all thanks to this guy!”

Levi took the affection for a second with an embarrassed flush, although it was clear he appreciated it in some way. “Stop, stop it, Mammon!” He slipped out of his brother’s grasp, bouncing his body weight between his feet. “I didn’t do much, I just used the pact ability.”

“Still!” Mammon punched Levi a little in the arm. “Sharp thinking!” Levi tried to debate back, but Mammon wouldn’t let him. It was strange how an argument could be so…wholesome. At least they weren’t at each other’s throats.

However, you looked around yourself, raising a little eyebrow. When you all had disappeared, it had been night. The other two demons had been part of Lifia’s plan, but now it seemed as if they were nowhere. The three of you spawned in a small room, the smell of grime and must clinging to the papery carpet. There was one bed against the center of one of the walls in between two nightstands each with a matching lamp. “Where are we?” You asked.

The two humans suddenly stopped talking, taking their own moments to observe the room. Mammon walked over to one of the nightstands and picked up what looked to be a little flier. “From the looks of things, seems like some cheap motel. Think the demons brought us here?”

“I-If that’s the case, we should make a break for it while they’re gone, right?!” Levi raised his voice just to lower his question into a whisper at the end, eyes darting around like the other two demons might pop out of any corner.

Mammon shrugged, stepping over to where you still sat on the floor. “You’re right. Let’s get the hell out of here!” He held his hand out to you where you simply settled in silence for a moment, frowning at his palms before taking his help. He assisted in pulling you to your feet. Your mind swayed. As much as you hated to admit it, the two were right. Running now was the best option. It seems your little time in the video game world didn’t solve your exhaustion from earlier. In fact, you felt worse. If you ran into those demons again, any demons in fact, there would be little you could do to stop them. If you used much more magic, you’d collapse. You were almost in the same defenseless boat as your two companions now.

“Hold on,” you muttered just as Mammon made a dash for the door. You walked over to the bed where the magical device was laying square in the middle right over the covers. You took the thing in your hands before throwing it to the ground, your heel stomping down on the screen right after. It cracked and fizzled, sparked and gurgled before dying down completely. There. Now Lifia was gone for good, and so was the realm she had worked so hard to build. You could pity her on that one aspect. The both of you just strived to remain in your individualized ideal worlds. Yours contained no one but yourself, and Lifia’s was just her and Levi. Both your worlds were essentially broken now, shattered at your feet. However, as you were snapped out of your little daze by Mammon’s voice, you had to wonder what your ideal world was now. Once these humans were gone, once you had finished your task and were free from looking after them, would you revert back to your old habits? Was this just a temporary distraction? You bent over and scooped up the remaining pieces of the broken game, placing it in one of your pockets. You had a feeling some evidence would be crucial for explaining the situation to the prince. Mammon opened the door and waved you out. You could ask heavy life questions later.

The ‘motel’ as Mammon called it, was fairly quiet. The sun seemed to be on its path to set, although there was plenty of daylight around. You all stood on a little second floor balcony path, more doors to more rooms off to your left and right. Mammon took point here. Seems his many greedy escapades trained him for days like these. He led you both over to a set of stairs that led down to the parking lot. The human of greed looked around at the few unmoving cars, running up to the side of one. That’s when Levi started to hiss. “What’re you doing?!”

“What’s it look like I’m doin’? Be quiet!”

“Are you trying to steal–”

“Shuddup!” Now they were back to their regular bickering. However, as they growled at each other in frantic whispers, you sensed something in the back of your mind. A demon wasn’t too far away. If it was one of the two you had met earlier, you could not tell. They were too far away, which was a positive for now. There was a second presence as well, and you would assume it was the second demon, but it wasn’t…the same. It was powerful, sure, but… With a shake of your head, you grabbed Levi and Mammon by the crook of their elbows, tugging them away from the car, away from where you could sense the two auras. The humans seemed to want to say something, but after everything that had happened, they gave into your better judgements.

You let go of them after a while, taking the lead with the both of them at your sides. It wasn’t too long before you came upon a road, turning left down the sidewalk, heading nowhere in particular. “Man, I don’t recognize where we are at all…” Mammon started walking backwards, trying to look down the other side of the street. Eventually he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets before gasping. Both you and Levi flinched, stopping in place. “Our phones!” Mammon then shouted, pulling his device out of his pocket.

Levi’s eyes widened and shimmered, fishing around for his own phone before almost tearing up. “Sweet sweet technology!” He tapped the screen a few times before his face ran through several emotions. “Mammon, do…”

“Do I have as many missed calls from Lucifer as you do? Yeah…I don’t know if I should feel touched or terrified.” It seemed they both were leaning towards terrified. Mammon’s face turned shocked for a moment. “Hold on a minute! You mean to tell me we’ve only been gone for…for a day?!” He turned his phone screen over to Levi so his brother could take a look.

“Not even a day…like, sixteen hours it seems. Which means–” A high pitched voice began singing from Levi’s speakers, making him jolt and almost drop his precious device. He then began to panic. “Oh god, it’s Lucifer! What do we do?! Do we answer it?! Do we ignore it?! What do we say?!”

Mammon sighed, shaking his head. “We’re in hot water no matter what we say…” A more serious and somber expression painted his features. “Here, lemme handle it.” He reached his hand out, taking Levi’s phone before his brother could answer. He hit a green button on the screen and brought the phone up to his ear. You could still feel the very faint presence of a demon, so with a gentle hand on their shoulders, you guided them back into walking. “Yo,” Mammon spoke as he answered the call.

A very loud, very angry voice answered on the other end, speaking so loud you figured even a human like Levi could hear. “...Yo? Yo?!” Mammon pulled the phone a little away from his ear. “You disappear in the middle of the night, are gone for hours on end, especially after being put on house arrest, and all you have to say for yourself is yo?!” Lucifer started to rant very loudly about the state of the streets in the neighborhood, of the broken fences and crushed cars, rubble and broken concrete causing a mess. No one had figured out the cause, most assumed it was a problem with the pipes under streets, but either Lucifer had a magical sense of intuition, or he just instinctively blamed any issue no matter how ridiculous on his brothers. “What have you done this time? What ridiculous scheme have you dragged your brother into?!”

Mammon clearly was shaken, but somehow he still had a little smile on his face. He glanced over at his brother and then back over his shoulder at you. He seemed to try to convey something to you through his eyes. ‘Trust me’ it seemed to say. “You deserve to know the truth.” The words made something in your stomach drop but…you’d let him handle this… “It’s my fault,” Mammon suddenly said, making the voice on the other end go silent. “I fucked up, Lucifer. Real bad this time. Pissed off the wrong people. I never meant for anyone else to get involved, I swear. I was gonna handle it myself, but Levi tried to stop me. I’ll take whatever punishment you give me, but right now we all just want to be safe at home.” The emotions in Mammon’s voice were real, not a lie. Although you knew he was using the situation about Cash from earlier to be his excuse for what happened now. Technically a lie in its own right, but it seemed to work.

Lucifer was so quiet, you wondered if the phone call ended, but finally, you heard him speak, although just hardly audible now. “Where are you?”

“I don’t know,” Mammon answered truthfully.

“...Are you all okay?”

“A bit shaken up but I think we’re all fine. Can…Can you come get us?”

A little pause was on the other end, and for a moment it seemed as if the answer was going to be no. At least, that’s the sort of answer you’d expect from him. But then a noise rang through the phone speakers. It sounded like a car door closing. “Share your location with me now. Keep running till you feel like you’re in a safe place– a safe public space, then wait for me. If you can, find a bus stop and get to the next city over. I’m on my way.” Then the phone call ended abruptly.

Mammon sighed, but seemed to be working on what his brother asked. With a sharp breath, he clutched at his head. “Jesus, we’re ages away from home! It’s gonna take Lucifer a good few hours to catch up with us. We better try to find a bus or somethin’.”

“Hours?! What if we get found by those demons again by then?” Levi rubbed at his palms nervously.

Right before you spoke, a jolt ran down your spine. The demon’s presence that you had felt before just suddenly…was gone. Something cold settled in your stomach. Getting out of here as quickly as possible was ideal. “Lucifer’s plan is…” You couldn’t believe you were about to say this but, “right. I don’t think the demons know we’ve escaped yet. The further away we get, the harder we will be to find. Let us find this…” You paused, looking over at Mammon.

He blinked at you for a second and then beamed. “Oh, a bus? It’s like a really long car! With lots of seats inside for multiple people. They follow routes and schedules to drop people off at certain places.” Mammon seemed all too pleased to share another human fact with you, although his pride suddenly fell flat. “Sh…I don’t have money for the fare though. Do you, Levi?”

The third-born shook his head. “I- I don’t remember having my wallet with me.” He rummaged through his pockets and confirmed his suspicions with a sigh. They both looked at you.

“Why would I have human money?”

Levi looked suddenly like he was about to collapse. “I just want to be home…”

“Come on, we gotta keep movin’!” Mammon started jogging down the sidewalk. “The Great Mammon’s got a plan!”

“Ta da!” Mammon pulled a bag out from behind his back as you and Levi sat in the shade. You’d been sitting here for a while. After the three of you walked for what seemed like an hour or two, Mammon pointed to a little bench that was under some sort of canopy. A bus stop, apparently. Mammon had left you and Levi alone to go on his own little adventure, which you were loath to allow him to do, but you were beaten down. It was so hard to keep your more human form together. It was all you could focus on. No one else needed to know about your identity today. Besides, Mammon seemed adamant on going alone. Said he ‘worked better alone’, which could only mean that he was up to no good. “I got us all something to munch on while we wait! Plus enough for a ticket for each of us! Go ahead, tell me I did good!”

Levi put his phone down and grimaced. “You stole that, didn’t you?”

Mammon scoffed loudly. “If you’re gonna have such an attitude about it, you don’t get any snacks and you can walk home!”

“That’s not fair!”

“Then admit you need me!”

They already seemed to be adjusting back to their life here. The serious way they had looked at each other in the game was gone now. Although that was fine, for some reason, you almost preferred them like this, even if they did give you a headache. Mammon handed Levi a drink and some snacks before sitting on the other side of you, forcing you between them. A bag was suddenly settled in your lap. “What is this?” You picked it up in your hands. It was light and crinky.

“Huh…you don’t even have chips in your world?” Mammon raised an eyebrow at you. “It’s a snack.” He leaned next to you, his shoulder almost bumping into yours. He took hold of the bag and pulled it open. There were little flat shapes inside. “You eat ‘em!”

You handed the bag back to Mammon. “You share it with Levi, I don’t need to eat.”

“Yeah…I remember you sayin’ something like that before. You really don’t need to eat at all?” He reached a hand in the bag and ate one of the chips, passing the back over to Levi.

You shook your head. “I do not. I will not die like humans if I do not eat. Demons only eat to regain their energy, to increase their magical power. However, human food does not seem to provide as much sustenance as my world does. Eating these would not benefit me.”

“You don’t even get hungry?” Levi asked.

“I stopped feeling hunger a long time ago.” As well as many other things…

Suddenly, a cold sensation spread through your forehead. Mammon held a can up against your skin, waiting till you took it from his hands. “Have something to drink at least. Even if you don’t need to, it might feel nice.”

You rolled the can around in your hands. Maybe you would oblige him on this one. Your throat was feeling a little dry. Although…how did one…? Levi was the one to help this time, moving so fast you thought he flinched. Seems he was trying to beat his brother to the punch. He placed his fingertip against a metal tab and pulled at it till the can snapped and hissed at you. You almost jumped, making the two humans laugh at you. You frowned at both of them. Bringing the can up to your face, you smelled it before you drank it. It smelled and tasted sweet. Almost too sweet, but a tingling, almost popping sensation filled your mouth and ran down your throat. “I’ve never had anything like this before,” you admitted.

There was light-hearted conversation as the two humans explained more things to you, describing the snacks they had, their favorite drinks, candies. They both often started debates over which flavors were better, although the whole concept seemed to go over your head. You sipped on your drink as you listened to them and waited. The conversation died down soon. Perhaps the recollection of the day’s events finally came back to them, wearing them down a little. You looked between the two of them, mostly at Levi. He was staring down at his phone, so he wasn’t aware of your eyes on him. You tilted your head a bit, slipping your hand down the back of his shirt. He made a noise that seemed to be a mix of a squeak and a choke. You could feel your pact mark on him, it was still there, between his shoulder-blades.

You brought your hand back to your lap, sighing heavily. “Thank you, Levi.”

“H-Huh?”

“For saving me. It’s not every day a demon gets saved by a human…” You squinted up at the brightness of the human sky before turning back towards him.

His eyes wavered away from yours. “I’m just…glad I could do something this time…”

Mammon frowned, apparently disliking the new mood. “Aw, quit looking like that, both of ya! Weren’t we all so cool? We tricked the Demon Lord so easily! We did something people only ever do in movies! Sure, it was rough, and we were in there for forever, but we made it back again, and we’re all stronger because of it!”

Levi watched his brother speak, clearly trying not to smile. The youngest of the two suddenly groaned. “Only you would have such a stupidly positive view on it, Mammon. That experience was awful!”

“Hey! You liked parts of it!”

A very quiet and small chuckle rumbled in your chest at the two of them. Was it a brotherly thing for them to always disagree, or were these two just like that? These humans… The sun was almost fully set by the point the bus finally arrived, the sky the last few bold colors of oranges and yellows. Mammon picked up the trash and threw it away before leading you all onto the bus. He paid a man seated in the front of the vehicle and brought you all to the back where you could all sit together in peace. The other seats were almost completely empty. You all wouldn’t be bothered at least.

“This is great,” Mammon smiled. “We’ll almost be able to meet Lucifer halfway.” He started talking about where to get off, about how you all needed to remember the story. Debts, blah blah blah, kidnapping, blah blah blah. You didn’t mean to ignore him, but somewhere along the line, you tuned him out completely. You tuned everything out. You’d fallen asleep without releasing it, and by the time you were shaken awake, it was dark outside. The bus had stopped. The humans were ready to get off. As you stood, you almost felt your legs falter. Your body ached. As strange as it was…you were…looking forward to returning to the Morningstar home. It would be nice to have a private room and somewhere to sleep in at least. Somewhere to regain your strength.

You trailed behind the two humans, stepping out of the vehicle. You turned to watch its doors groan shut before the long bus drove off. “Lucifer!” Levi suddenly shouted, startling you. Glancing off to your left, you watched the eldest Morningstar fold his arms. He was standing by a sleek black car, one you recognized from the garage. He looked irritated, as he usually did, but his eyebrows were bent in a different way. Almost like he was…glad. Levi ran forward a bit, hesitating in front of his big brother before pulling him into a tight hug. Lucifer looked genuinely shocked, which was a unique expression from him. He almost tried tugging his brother off before realizing it was a futile effort, his arms lowering over his brother. Mammon headed over too, clearly wanting a hug, but feeling like he shouldn’t. You watched Lucifer roll his eyes before pulling Mammon’s head against his shoulder. The three humans embraced, saying words you didn’t bother to listen to. You could only tell that Lucifer was harshly chewing them out while somehow managing to sound concerned at the same time. He lifted both their chins and ensured they were in good health. He did smack the back of Mammon’s head though, ruining the gentle gesture. Then both Levi and Mammon crawled into the vehicle while you still stood far off down the sidewalk.

Lucifer finally seemed to address you, although it was just to shake his head at you as he opened one of the front doors. “Were you intending to walk home? For god’s sake, get in the car.” You managed to refrain from scowling at him out of a twinge of fear that he would actually leave you behind. Walking around to the other side, you opened the other front seat and sat in the chair. You looked over your shoulders at the two humans in the backseat. Dead asleep, the both of them. Traitors. Now you were left alone with…him. The oldest Morningstar looked in the rearview mirror and sighed. “Honestly…”

“They’ve been through a lot today,” you said flatly, almost like you were defending them from judgment.

The car rumbled to a soft start. It seemed much quieter than Mammon’s cars. “You almost sound as if it didn’t affect you.” The car pulled away from its parked spot and down the street. The city lights during the night weren’t a terrible sight. They almost looked like stars.

“It didn’t,” you tried to proclaim.

An infuriating noise came from his mouth, one that sounded like a conceded hum. “Oh? Then why would you explain why you look like you’re about to collapse at any second?” You gave him a murderous glare from the corner of your eye, but he seemed unaffected. “Sleep if you must.”

“No thanks,” you replied bluntly. No way were you falling asleep so close to him.

“Suit yourself.” He didn’t seem to particularly care one way or another. He touched a button on a little screen in his car. Soft classical music filled the space, quiet enough not to stir his sleeping brothers. At least it was something to fill the silence. You weren’t sure how long it had been since a word had been said, but eventually, for some odd reason, Lucifer spoke to you again. “Thank you, for helping my brothers.”

He was thanking you? Really? It felt so unnatural, you thought it almost was a joke. “What do you mean?”

“Mammon has the power to completely lose all natural sense, and Levi is such an anxious mess, I know neither of them would’ve gotten out of a situation like that unharmed. Which naturally leads me to believe you had a hand in protecting them. So, I thought I’d thank you.”

There were plenty of responses you wanted to say. Most of them were rude, which would’ve been satisfying, but eventually you just sighed. “They both deserve much more credit than you give them. Mammon might be impulsive, he might not know how to plan for the future, but he is loyal, strong-willed. Levi, he might be anxious, but his worries for how things will turn out force him to plan ahead, thinking through the steps. Because of the two of them, I got to keep my life.”

He hardly reacted to that other than suddenly gripping the steering-wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. “I don’t need you to speak to me like you know my brothers better than I do.” An undertone of anger was in his voice.

You swear, trying to talk to this human was mostly useless, but regardless… “Just try to go easy on them. They deserve to feel safe right now.”

“Everything I do is to keep them safe.” His statement came suddenly, almost as if he didn’t intend on saying it himself. “I’m harsh on them because they all need it. If I look away, if I let them run free, then they go off and almost get themselves killed!” His voice raised, his hand pounding the steering wheel before he stopped himself. He looked at the mirror again to glance at his brothers, and then you caught him peeking at you through the corner of his eyes. You might’ve read him wrong, but he seemed almost embarrassed at expressing so much to you in this moment. He looked towards the road, eyes squinting, tired. “Your suggestion is noted, but not needed. I’m their brother. I know what it is they need.”

Is it what they need, you thought to yourself, making sure not to voice your opinions, or what you need? There was more to Lucifer than met the eye. But did you have the patience to discover it? You shrugged a bit, trying to get comfortable in the seat. Before you could fully do so, something buzzed in your pocket. You pulled out your phone, looking at a new message. It was from Simeon…

We will have a meeting in the morning. We have much to discuss. Bring Mammon and the other one with you.

You tried hard not to groan, tucking the phone back in your pocket. ‘The other one’ clearly meant Levi. The prince knew. How he knew you had no idea, but he always seemed aware of what was going on, which made the need for reports useless! You had no idea how he would react to this, and the fact that he specifically requested both humans made you a bit queasy. Out of one problem and right into another…Who knew if you’d be able to sleep tonight…

Tag-List

(Please let me know if you would like to be added or removed from this list!)

@rayanicaraynbow

@designatedbreadbox

@qrowsofafeather

@crystal-freak24

@coffeeandtealol

@crxwned-mxnarch

@your-next-daydream

@josiedoesdoodles

@zerchlia

@xxrougefangxx