#brain rot has begun

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

My crochet circle friend: You'll enjoy Gideon the Ninth, and the Locked Tomb series I think

My roommate: Oh you're gonna love Gideon, just trust me

My femme: You are so Gideon coded it's ridiculous. You literally talk like how I imagined she talked when I read the book before I met you.

Me: Alright fine... oh. Oh no.

#this book has already poked so many cocky butch buttons its wild ive literally only just finished act 1 #brain rot has begun #new special interest just dropped #bite me #butch #lesbian #gideon the ninth #the locked tomb #gideon nav

[tea-terrors]

What wonders!

#:)) the Mario brain rot has begun #leo draws #super Mario brothers #the mario movie #Luigi #super Mario bros #my art

[shadowgasp]

“enough talk! i dream about fighting every night!”

“you’ve got a rage problem, Raph-“

“IT’SNOTAPROBLEM >:D”

#not cr #guys. guys my brain. my brain is beginning to rot #the brain rot has begun #the turtles are back #tmnt #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph 2023 #cant wait for the next movies about these specific turtles where his silly middle school rage turns into full blown angst :D #tmnt 2023 #tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt mm #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leigh speaks #photo #quotes

[infinitystoner]

if anyone makes/sees a gif of Loki eating popcorn at the World’s Fair please send it to me I need it okay thanks

#i don’t even like popcorn but #why is this so funny to me #the brain rot has begun #loki season 2 #loki

[worldwithoutmiracles]

welp, time to put up my pride flag

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #blackbeard #lgbtqia #honestly gayer than a pride flag #these colors don't run #letting the neighbors know #letting my freak flag fly #(in a historically accurate way) #the brain rot has fully begun again #get me back on that ship #gentlebeard

[tastybluesprite]

He’s so baby I want to hug him

#Isagi brain rot has officially begun #pray for me #sprite🥤 #sprite talks #isagi yoichi #blue lock

[elvesdragonsanddarkmagic]

Couples who kill dragons together stay together

#the dragon prince #tdp #tdp viren #tdp aaravos #viravos #oh the brain rot has begun #:D

[cyb3r-mutt]

I’m always happy about classes being over until about two weeks after and then the sudden loss of structure and routine knocks me the fuck out and things get Not Good™️

#I should be relaxing??? #but nooooo #brain says oh no routine? ok fuck u then #the rotting has begun #avoidance and isolation mode fully activated #the executives are not functioning either #also other thing I do that I know I should not do but will absolutely do and not think about why

[saintrocklee]

i know canon non!massacre itachi is super polite and loves his brother and his family and wants to stay at home and cook and pet cats and is wholesome but in my minds eye non!massacre itachi is still a little insane. a little manic. smiles politely while delivering barbed threats to anyone who might hurt sasuke in any way. adores his mother and thinks the world of her. once he’s old enough and sasuke is strong enough he has no problem telling his father that he’s beneath him and to be careful in his old age. hates the elders and will sass them with a smile. rebellious but careful. rude under the guise of being polite. idk i’m so attached to insane itachi he’s very gorgeous to me.

#this!!!! is why i can’t ever focus on one project #flower shop itachi is not the same as non massacre itachi #but the brain has begun to rot with this version of itachi #do i write for this itachi ? or keep focusing on flower shop itachi ? #where’s kisame I miss him

[chickenparm]

Infectious (John Seed)

hi i'm throwing my hat in this long-dead ring. enjoy.

John Seed/gn!Deputy (all ambiguous, no descriptions) 1,393 Words - NSFW Male Masturbation, Phone Sex Technically?

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“Go ahead and go fuck yourself, John Seed.”

The plastic cracks under his grip, knuckles white with the pressure of rage. Their sin is infectious, a disease that spreads wherever they go. Coming in proximity was required to cleanse it, but John’s failure meant that he could still taste the sickly sweet, viscous nature of wrath on his lips, behind his teeth, the back of his tongue. 

It roils in his gut, stoking something inside him that’s reared its ugly head more often than not since this debacle started. The Deputy’s repeated transgressions, spits in his face, slights against everything he’s worked for… It’s maddening. Infuriating. The nausea in his gut can only be described as abhorrent. 

Undoubtedly, they expect a response. John is so, so pleased to give them one, repeatedly bending over backward in his effort to bring them into the fold. If they’d simply relent, if they’d just say-

“Yes,” John breathes into the receiver, holding it dangerously close to his mouth as his hands work at the buckle of his belt, the button of his jeans, the zipper holding him back from his own touch, “Maybe I will. I’ve never had an audience before, Deputy. You’ll be the first.”

Sick. Even as his body moves on its own whim, John feels sick. Joseph would have a field day, likely will have one when he inevitably finds out about the liberties John is taking. But he’d been given orders for them to Atone, and surely fulfilling such a simple request would only put them in a more appealing light… right?

Joseph’s impending disappointment isn’t nearly enough to make him feel the amount of shame required to let this go. Instead of an answer, all John receives from the other end of the radio is a quiet intake of breath, sharp in the way that it would sound when pulled through grit teeth. The Deputy is listening. 

“Are you honored?” John’s voice is carefully even as he takes himself in hand, palm sweeping over the head of his cock with a smoothness aided by the bead of his arousal at the tip, “If this is what it takes to sway you, I would have done this at the Cleansing. Out in the open, for God to witness my prostrating.”

Still no answer. Nothing verbal, at least. Yet their end of the radio stays open, the faint sound of crickets in the distance through a crackling speaker provides an ambience that feels liminal, just for a single heartbeat. In-between, where time has slowed to a crawl and the only two people that matter are John Seed and his willingly captive audience. 

“Would you have watched?” His following question has a hitch at the first syllable, stemming from the squeeze of his fingers around his length.

Another inhale comes from his Deputy, held for a moment before their answer comes. It’s wavering, weak at the edges and several layers of derision hide what he knows is lurking beneath, “No.”

They wouldn’t still be here if that was the truth. The moment John hinted at following their suggestion, they should’ve closed the connection. Without a doubt, his Deputy would have watched, wide eyed and hands flexing to touch him as he kneeled on the banks of the water and displayed exactly how serious he’s taking this. 

“I-I don’t… I don’t think you’re telling me the truth, Deputy,” the stammer is embarrassing, but it’s pushed away at the remembrance that he’s debasing himself in far worse ways than a simple slip of the tongue, “Try again. Would you have watched?”

Their answer is so quiet that it barely comes through, but it’s the one syllable that John has engraved into his very bones. The singular word that he could make out no matter the disguise it wears, the mask it hides behind.

“Yes.”

The jerk of his hips is damning when paired with the sound he makes in response. Color flushes his skin, burning at his cheekbones as his groan trails off into a whimper. What he wouldn’t give to have them here now, between his thighs and partaking in a debauched sort of worship with him at the center of it all. 

“It comes from you so sweetly now, what makes it so different from before?” 

Even in the throes of his ecstasy, hand working at his cock in swift, wet motions that the radio undoubtedly picks up on and delivers to his Deputy, John can’t resist the primal urge to taunt. To goad them into that wrath that still lingers on his tastebuds long after they’ve left his grasp. 

“You weren’t jerking off before.”

Fair. But he could have been - the idea settles in his mind for later, when he inevitably sinks his claws into them all over again. Amusement curls at his lips, teeth bared even as the Deputy can see nothing of him, “I could be, if you ask nicely enough. I’d do it for you, you know.”

“I’m sure you would, asshole.”

“Keep… Keep talking like that and I’ll think you’re sweet on me, Deputy” - Another groan leaves him, high pitched and yearning for something beyond his own touch, even as he teeters on the edge - “Careful now.”

Silence from them. An owl calls in the background, mournful and low. John’s mind unfurls a pretty picture, one of two bodies in the woods, indulging in each other for a single instance of weakness. The anger is long gone, tamped down and traded in favor of a different heat - wanting and overwhelming. John’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, preparing for a question so damning that it may very well ruin everything.

“You’d watch, I know it. Would you touch me, Deputy? Could you keep your hands to yourself, or would you be helpless to resist?”

John’s hand slows, fingers wrapping around the base in preparation for the degradation he’s about to receive. He craves it, saliva pooling on his tongue at the phantom feeling of the Deputy’s ire. Beneath his skin, John’s nerves nearly vibrate in anticipation for the disgust, the way their mouth would spit the word vile.

A tsk sound rings true through the speaker, far different than what he expects. Disappointment curls at the bottom of his lungs as his question is disregarded. Fair enough, it was too much to expect, too soon. Actions speak louder than words, and John plans to test that at his soonest convenience. 

Eyes fluttering closed, John focuses on the twisting motion of his hand, imagining the shape of their tongue and the designs they’d carve into his skin with it. The thought is so encumbering that he nearly misses the rebuttal, the words having been rolled over in the Deputy’s mind to a smooth shine.

“Maybe if you begged me. Would you beg for me, John?”

“Yes,” ragged, ripping from his throat like wildfire, “A-As much as you wanted, on my knees if that’s what it took, Deputy. Please.”

“Pathetic.”

That one word is like a bullet, whether it’s loaded with Bliss or the buckshot from a shotgun, John can’t place. But it sends him reeling just the same, clouding his mind as his head rolls back. His cry out for the Deputy is directed to the ceiling, but the receiver picks it up nonetheless. They’ve heard him. Heard his weakness as he spills over his hand, staining the bottom of his shirt that sits too low once untucked. 

The other end clicks off, the Deputy is gone. John is left with his lethargic thoughts and a heart that races too fast. He’ll get his answers one way or another. Whether they’re given willingly or he’s forced to wrap his fingers inside and pull them out himself remains yet to be seen, but John is more than happy to do both.

Once more, he absently squeezes himself with more force, almost an admonishment for his failure tonight on too many fronts. It’s too tight, just for a moment, and John vividly imagines how rough the Deputy would undoubtedly be with him. There’d be no room for reverence, no space between them for anything holy. 

It’d be raw. Vicious and hateful. Debasing, degrading, perhaps even humiliating if they were feeling vengeful. John could never hold anything fond in his heart for the Deputy, but there’s plenty room for everything else.

#john seed #john seed x deputy #gender neutral deputy #mdni #minors dni #mind the a/n for content tags #the brain rot has begun

[moonlight-prose]

popping in to say that i know western poe won the poll and the masterlist will come soon, but i just started writing for miguel so....masterlist coming sometime this week.

#i'm watching the movie #and the brain rot has begun #hope y'all enjoy my new obsession #even though the movie has been out for awhile #okay #back to being offline #witch aunt talks✨

[uwantsomesugar]

It’s time to start the chainsaw man manga.

Wish me luck.

#I can't wait for the second season of the anime #I'mma do it #even if I'm scared #the akiden brain rot has begun so I can't stop #chainsaw man

[smaldevilman]

getting back into some of my old fave oc's, who would be interested in very spoiler information about them with absolutely no context <3

#the brain rot has begun #i will not shut up about them #so you will hear about them eventually wether you want to or not

[chaosmaglc-but-not]

SAD-ist DSMP animations, amiright? 👉😼👉

#dsmp brain-rot #SAD-ist #dsmp #dream smp #it has begun

[spinchs-field]

i lied i dont like sex. i’m feeding The Flesh. come here.

#spinch speaks! #tma has begun to rot my brain

[villainbait]

I have started the descent into writing madness. I feel my plans for kinktober will be forgotten in deference to this fic. (I also should probably finish my other HxH fics at some point, I have some half-written that would be fairly easy to finish)

#bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #i have begun #the brain rot has taken over #my writing #my rambling too