#hehehe au brainrot

[doublxpresso]

so i watched severance

[mirensiart]

Ok so I've had your pain sharing au on my mind for weeks now and I love it so much.

So your post about leg cramps kinda reminded me about something. I feel little amounts of pain throughout the day due to back and leg issues. Like it's annoying but it's small and it goes away/lessens usually after I stretch or walk around. And while I'm used to it I'm just imagining the chain going through that.

Like let's say Legend or Time are dealing with mild pain like that, like maybe legends leg goes numb after sitting weirdly and the entire chain has to feel the bizarre pain of your leg getting feeling back for a few seconds. Or maybe he walked weirdly and feels joint pain in his ankles even though all he did was walk.

Or maybe Times back aches after a battle (or even just sitting/laying down wrong) and everyone else just feels dull back pain while Time tries to deal with it.

And it's just so normalized for them but everyone else wonders how often they feel like that.

Also a small question I had about this, and I did look through your au tag a bit but I didn't see anything about it. Does the link extend to exercise pain/exhaustion? Like when your muscles burn after doing some exercise? Using me as an example (again lmao) even running for very short periods causes my legs to burn far more than they should far too fast. So like would the others feel it if Sky is physically exhausted to the point of his body burning? (I'm just not sure if that type of thing even counts as pain, or if it's just in discomfort territory)

Yeeeeees, those legend and time examples you used are *chef's kiss* I feel the others knowing about how often they're in pain and how they still function/do things even while feeling it would put a lot of stuff into perspective

I think sore muscles pain would transfer since those hurt a lot imo, especially if you don't stretch post a workout

Now the muscle burning while doing the workout could also be transferred, but I feel the links would feel it more as a discomfort since they're all used to that feeling 🤔 I suppose it depends of how strong it is

[baylardian-1]

season 3 janeway hanging out with her kiddies more is a big fave era of the AU for meeeeeeeee <3 she's awkward at it but she's trying :')

Resolutions and Basics happen and it's the beginning of a shift for her in feeling like she actually wants to be a mother. It's a slow burn up through Coda which conveniently shares an anniversary with Threshold = their first birthday, seeing what she's missing (though the alien in Coda would probably try to frame it in her mind as being like "they're going to be fine without you" but she'd see it and be like "im missing these moments with them :(" and afterwords she'd finally make the decision to be more involved in their lives.

[anticidic]

trick or treat!! 🎃

The witch's cauldron is abubbling, but no matter how you peer into its gooey depths, you make little out except for toxic waste staring back at you in all its neon glory. But you do not smell anything where you expected noxious fumes. Temptation gets the best of you and you reach in, farther and farther until your arm is buried in the pot and all you can think is how wet and cold it is. There is no pain. But then you feel something, and you yank your hand out to discover some sort of treat?! 👻

“The night gives cover to her messengers wherever the people go, sir. It’s not unusual to hear lots of screams in the middle of a night,” Dazai said as he pulled on the sleeve of his kimono. “Or a gunshot. There’s a few of those too, but they’re hard to make out over the loud music coming from the nearby clubs.”

Chuuya traced the rim of his wine glass with a finger, lost in thought. Condensation dripped down the side and to the table, a water ring forming around it. He strained to hear beyond the tea house walls but came away with little other than the sounds of their voices and soft vocals from down the hall in the common room where a worker danced on stage, heels quiet against polished wood. “I really insist that you just call me Chuuya,” he started, lifting his gaze to meet Dazai’s, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “If I have to pay you to call me by name instead of your uptight formalities, I will. Name your price.”

Dazai’s eyes widened, his mouth silently moving a few times before pressing them into a fine line. When he blinked, he averted his gaze to the nearby window, swishing around the champagne in his glass. Beyond the veil of a homely tea house that prioritized confidentiality and comfort of workers and clients alike, shadows outside passed them by—in pairs, in groups, but never alone. Laughter came and went. A bottle crashed to the floor somewhere in a trash-filled alley. Young adults stumbled out of basement clubs; middle-aged men leaned on one another for support.

Mostly, red lights colored Dazai’s face. Dark reds. Brilliant ones. Ruby-infused ocean waves. A walking danger with alarm bells ringing if Chuuya had ever seen one, but Dazai was another one of many who belonged to the night.

A muffled shout cut through their silence.

“Nonsense,” Dazai finally said and waved his free hand. A jingle and a sparkle caught under the low light, bracelet sliding up the length of his bandaged arm. “Sir. You are a very important person here, and it’s important to me that I treat you with the dignity and respect that you deserve. Money doesn’t change that. It won’t buy me your graces.”

“And your comfort doesn’t matter?” Chuuya shot back.

He saw it. He saw it all: the guarded way Dazai sat, curled in on himself, hands and metaphorical cards kept close to the chest. Every time his sleeve hiked up just barely past the wrist, he’d tug it down with a force that could tear the cloth, as if beyond annoyed, but angry that it had to be like this. Dazai would tuck a lock of hair behind his ear and undo it in the same beat. He’d clear his throat and look away for the fifth time that night since they went back to his room, staring at the wall behind Chuuya, staring off to the side where a lone framed photo sat on an empty dresser, then to the roaring nightlife outside.

Anywhere else.

“Kabukicho comforts me.” A pause. “I’m free to love this little stain on the country like no one has ever loved it, Chuuya-san.”

Whatever tiny victory Chuuya gained of that was crushed by the bitter look of someone staring back and deep, deep down wanting to be spirited away to some other place in time.

Anywhere but here.

ask box trick-or-treat (fic writer edition)

[skitskatdacat63]

Notes:

I think I definitely like the original versions more than the edited ones. I'm more happy with the grumpy Fernando one, whereas the bratty Seb one made me want to cease painting forever. So hopefully he looks good?????? I'm sure I'll soften on it, but yeah, not TOO pleased with it right now. His facial expressions are so cute and dynamic and unique until you have to try and paint it and then you dont love him anymore(kidding ofc, how could I ever hate my beloved boy king 🥺)

Anyways, these are them:

[melodythebunny]

“Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You’re okay.” - ask prompt with Steven and Becky

“Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You’re okay.”

Steven crouched down to his crying toddler. Becky had tripped and scraped her knee. He inspected the area to see the damage. A minor injury, yes, but still a painful one nonetheless.

"Daddy, it hurts." Becky sniffled. Tears pouring out her eyes. She clung to him as he scooped her up in a big hug.

"it's okay, Daddy is going to help you alright?" He sat her down in a nearby chair, taking out some peroxide and ointment for her scraped knee. It stung for a moment, but Becky tried her best to ignore it. Feeling a bit better as her dad placed a bandaid on the area. "There. All better now starlight."

Becky beamed admiring her pretty princess bandaid.

He recalls her smile. Happy and filled with mirth.

Yes...

Two brains remembered that day. Although it has been nearly a decade ago. He remembered it vividly. Just like all the other memories of his late daughter. Becky would have been in her teens now.

He frowned. That last thought leaving a bitter taste in his mouth worse than eating goat cheese.

@erraticeris

[wr-n]

I have a question about Eldritch Ink, what is he the god of exactly?

I made a headcanon post about him, sorry I am just so invested that I want more world building about things other than the twins, like what does Error's pocket dimension look like? Or how technologically advanced the world is? Maybe drive into the relationships between the different cults.

Is this brainrot?

1. What is Eldritch Ink the god of?

Well, see, that's tricky because they're not really 'gods'. They don't stick to doing one thing like 'god of war' or 'god of creation'. They just do whatever they want, it just so happens that Error destroys and has near absolute authority and the twins favor emotions.

All I have so far is that Ink is prone to accidentally killing 90% of his followers just be getting too excited and that he regularly gets into fights with Error over shattering multiple realities.

2. What does Error's pocket dimension look like?

Error's pocket dimension is basically a multiverse. Everything is normal sized and once you leave it, you're the same size as when you went in.

You can be... anywhere! There are almost infinite locations to explore.

3. How technologically advanced is the world?

I'm not sure if you mean his dimension or in general so I'll give both:

Error's dimension doesn't really have technology, no one needs it there. Serotonin is administered at request and most of the activities involve craft and sculpting. Sleeping is done in orderly cells and time moves at a constant rate no matter what. (Error is a control freak)

But in general, the timeline of events are in modern day.

4. How do the cults feel about each other?

I'll answer this separately bc this post is so long lmao

[bexisanidiot]

Lately, for some reason, I keep picturing smth like my rest in peices au, but Bee dies like sniper wolf (gets shot fatally and just accepts that).

It also involves Mantis losing his mind, trying to save her, and keeping her awake🥹 (she's already dead).

I love angst

[leyyvi]

OMG HI!! 😭👋 I didn't know you're into highlighter cop, my dash suddenly has Sani thirst i love it 💛💛💛....what are three things you like about Sani?

-from a shoe fan AAAAAAAAAAAAA

HIGHLIGHTER COP JKFGHDFKJGHDFKJ

aaaa yeah i've been into niji for a while i was just too embarrassed to say anything about them on here aaaaa but UGH the recent cendrillion cover with sani and finana has given me the absolute worst brainrot and i've dhjksghjksdgf just been thinking abt him so much aaaa

i love his singing so much he's such a chill dude but WHEN HE SINGS ITS LIKE SO PASSIONATE!!! and his range is insanely it's very attractive to me :') also the out of pocket shit he does but but he's so cuuuuute the way he speaks ahhh his random japanese expressions are super cute to meeeeeeee i love him :((( also ever since i heard he gives really good hugs i've been dwelling on that ALL WEEK ACTUALLY fkdjghdfjkg

[eggie0]

planning on making proper notes and intro here for this au so stay tuned!!!! chapter 1 is still on the works btw <3

(as for art wips such as these… its only for u dear tumblings hehehehh)

…you can see me??

[artepti]

being a little devious with Stolen Sun AU-

*secretly slides in hidden wrist and ankle bands to repress his powers (making him powerless) that Macaque added, telling Wukong that when he came to help at first and he asked about them, Wukong said under no circumstances to take them off of him. Macaque didn't push further, and that's the story they ran with.

Wukong absolutely believes that, though. Thinks that he put them on himself and just refuses to take them off :)

More Stolen Sun AU!

hehehe good brainrot, Stella! Oh yes, he'd absolutely do that, such sweet angst!

Previous - Next

Plus Mac even gave him a new name, the Warrior is determined to make sure this version of the King never comes anywhere close to being one! >:]

[kalied0skull]

Fuck, Winston, why do you gotta be so poisonous to be around?

now playing : Sink To The Bottom — Fountains of Wayne ♪

★ ramble under the cut !

"where have you been all week arcade? you've barely been posting anything other than rambles!"

that's a good question, i say to the little sock puppet asking me the question. to which i reply:

"being brainrotted by these two fucks."

YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN DOING? this drawing. and then rambling. and then writing. WRITING. I'VE BEEN WRITING. DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW RARE IT IS TO GET THAT OUT OF ME?

yeah, these two make me insane. do i see anything in jally in canon? no, not whatsoever, not really. those guys are homies not lovers. THE AU JALLY THOUGH? sigh. SIGGHHHHH. ☹️

there's a lot of symbolism notes you can make to this drawing honestly, from the way dallas is merely a silhouette and doesn't get personified, to the way he speaks in whisps of smoke, to the way johnny refuses to acknowledge him, to the fact dallas overlaps johnny despite being more of a shadow than a sticker. he's the one who should be behind johnny, right? but johnny follows his own shadow.

i could go on and on and ON about how i interpret my own piece, but honestly it's not as entertaining to you the reader as it is to me I'm sure 😭

it is SO fun to get back into using old color palettes though! back in 2023, i was a way big neon-color fanatic and it is PROMINENT in my old art so heavily. so going back to using an old color palette was SO much fun to experiment with (although it was ... troublesome, admittedly. but it always is tbh. kinda why i stopped using it LMAO)

my hand is in so much pain rn after working on this for 2 hours straight BUT !!! I'll probably add onto this later, who knows. maybe I'm content with a short ramble. either way though, this piece completely stole my attention to literally anything else and i PROMISE I'll start existing again now that I'm done with it hehehe :3c

OH YEAH, THIS QUOTE? i stole it off of pinterest. do NOT hold me as the owner of it, because i DO NOT KNOW who wrote it first but it perfectly fit dallas so hard i made a whole drawing for it, so... giggling.

STARS, i love them so bad. they're so terrible for each other.

[crovvertti]

brainrot so hard i went back to my dbh roots... the heart yearns for the dbh!keero au

or maybe this was just an excuse to draw dedra in a police-esque uniform... hehehe

[madelynraemunson]

Married au with Rockstar!Eddie where he's just a man STARVED when he goes home from tour. LIKEEEE, he's just a needy husband in need of reader's loving and he's been lacking just that for months now ☹️☹️☹️ (please the Eddie brainrot is consuming my every being.)

☆ The Crawl ☆

rockstar!eddie munson x housewife!afab!reader

CW: 18+ obvs, needy, pathetic sub eddie, dom-ish afab reader, dick riding, cum eating, dirty talkin’ nasty goodness, eddie literally crawling towards us 🫠🫠, facial, implied unprotected p in v sex, dribbler!eddie

author's note: this is my first time writing sub!dribbler!eddie hehehe eds is usually a dom!shooter in my universe. i hope you all enjoy!!! 💌

WC: 686 words

“Need you to have your way with me, sweetheart…need you to use me…Can’t take it anymore. Please."

You meet your husband's desperate gaze as he brushes his stiff cock against your thighs, prodding you for the sensual loving you had promised him when he was to come back from tour.

Craving every inch of your touch, the man is at your mercy. And that damn polaroid picture you sent him a few days ago? The damn polaroid of that pretty pussy of yours, your glistening folds spread apart by your perfectly manicured fingers, the white border holding space for the title, “all for you” signed by your rouge red lipstick? Eddie damn near kicked the tour bus driver out his seat to turn the vehicle back around himself.

But, of course, the show had to go on. And as stoked as Eddie was for Corroded Coffin's Rise of Kas Tour, nothing compares to being with you, wrapped up in your intimacy in the comfort of the home you two share.

And now 385 days later, you two are here.

“Need you to ride me dry…” he pleads. “Need both lips on my cock baby, he’s missed you so much…”

“Nuh uh,” you smirk, enjoying yourself just a little. “Not gonna do away with the flatteries just yet.”

“Fucking please, princess,” Eddie begs. “Been blue-balled all tour, you can’t do this to me.”

“Oh but I can.”

Hellbent and greedy, your smitten, pussy starved husband treads hopelessly towards you on all fours as you guide him to the bedroom.

Too many press photos and interviews. Too many groupies lining up outside the tour bus to claim their spots with Gareth, Grant, and Jeff. And far too many titties to sign, but Eddie knows he shouldn’t refuse, cuz since he built his brand off being a sex-crazed rockstar, rejecting the ladies would mark the end of his — very successful — career.

Too much of tour life on repeat. And never enough of you. And when he finally gets you, the whining only seems to intensify.

Your twinkling, cum-coated tits bounce in Eddie's face as you frantically taunt your clit with his wide, veiny cock. The sight of you tossing your head back, a mewling mess as he splits you open is enough to tug orgasms out of Eddie’s blissfully aching body. And as you clench around him, screams getting louder by the pump, his spewing tip begins to twitch with every jab into your guts.

“Oh baby…shit, mmfuck, ‘m so fucking sensitive baby, you have no idea.”

Your excitement pools at the base of his naval. Knowing he's not going to last all that long, Eddie whimpers at the sight, his photographic conscious saving the episodic eye-sore for a midday work flashback.

“I love you so much,” he moans. Your orgasm begins to splash around him with every bounce. "Missed your beautiful face. Missed your tight fucking pussy."

“I love you, sweet boy,” you hum. “Your dick makes me feel so good, Eddie, fuck. You’re not going anywhere.”

Eddie releases one strained groan before he loses control. Now completely shifting the roles, Eddie pins you into place as he probes for his finish, thrusting into you as the sweat rushes down his body, his full sack beating at your skin as you ride out your last together.

“Fuck baby, yes baby, yes baby,” he pants. “Gonna be the death of me baby, oh fuck…”

And before he completely empties himself in you, Eddie retreats and finishes on your face. He beams down at you in awe as he glazes the hollows of your cheeks, glosses your lips, and caters to the tip of your cum-quenched tongue. Eddie then swoops down to collect his own eager laps, before thanking you with a kiss.

And, to your surprise, when all is said and done, and you’re all wiped down with a nice warm washcloth from the dryer, your husband books it to his office as if there were something else waiting for him behind that door.

“Eds,” you wonder. “What are you doing?”

“I need to write a song.”

[the-kr8tor]

Hello again!

Congrats on your one year anniversary 💐

Would it be possible to do star anise + cardamom for Hobie with❣️ for an actors!au where both the reader and Hobie were child actors who worked on a film together (like Moonrise Kingdom if you’ve watched it) and they get the biggest crushes on each other during the shoot, but one of them has to go back to their home country (like Hobie going back to England or something) and they never see each other after.

Then like 10 years later they end up meeting up again for like an actors on actors interview, and they’re trying to be professional with each other while hiding how giddy or infatuated they still are of each other 😭

Just…fluff brainrot.

Thank you!

-😅

Hehehe i hope you like it bestie!!! Thank you for being patient ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for clothing), established relationship, actor AU, childhood friends, fluff!

One year celebration 🎉

“Did you actually have a crush on me?” You almost choke on your water when the words escape from Hobie's smirking lips. He sits across from you, leg perched on top of the other and dressed to the nines in his own style. You'd be lying if you said you haven't been admiring him ever since he entered the studio.

“Oh, come on—” Your smile betrays you.

“Well, did you, love? That little smooch on the cheek felt way too personal.” He counteracts with a teasing look at you, brows wiggling as you reach over to his leg and smack him with the question cards that you two haven't bothered to read out loud.

It's like time didn't pass between you two, as if you were still on set together with him for eight hours a day like you were just playing pretend with your best friend. You'll never admit that you missed him, and that the second your agent brought up the idea of the interview with him, you immediately said yes. You've heard in the greenroom that he too said yes rather quickly— and you know that the famous Hobie Brown doesn't usually say yes to things like this. You're just happy to see and chat with an old friend again.

You hide your face with the card, tamping down your giggles as your cheeks warm from the sight of him. He eggs you on, nudging your heel with his boot.

“Stop, this is vintage!”

“Stop dodgin’ the bloody question then!”

The echoes of laughter spread throughout the soundstage. And the presence of the crew and staff fades in the back of your mind, as if you and Hobie were back in his trailer, playing couch co-op or reading the scripts together.

You sigh dramatically, earning another bout of laughter from him. “Fine! Yes, I did have a big crush on you!”

“I jus’ asked if you had one not how huge it was!” Hobie guffaws, slapping his thigh while you narrow your eyes at him.

“Alright.” You say with a curl of your lips, “my turn, did you have a crush on me back then?”

Without missing a beat, Hobie's expression turns a tad serious but his smile remains. “Still do, lovie. Still bloody do. A big bloody one too.”

You're speechless and he knows that he got you.

“Um,” you blink, giggling nervously as you wipe your sweaty palms on your outfit. You resist the urge to use the cards as a fan. “It's been ten years, Hobie, still?”

The air runs thick, and he sits up properly now, eyeing you softly, elbows perched on his knees. “Yeah, first love, innit?”

Tears well up in your eyes as you clutch the cards tighter. “You've always been such a little shit, Hobie Brown.” He chuckles at your words. You inhale, reaching to hold his hand that he meets you halfway with. “I missed you.”

He smiles, squeezing your hand. “Missed you too, does this mean you'll take the movie offer with me?”

“The one where it could be an oscar bait?” He nods, eyes twinkling. “You’re still fucking cheeky. Absolutely, no doubt about it now, co-star.”

[sha-biest]

MODEL MIKEY ACTOR LEO INFLUENCER/TECH BILLIONAIRE DONNIE PR APRIL OH OH OH OH I AM LOSING MY MIND I AM GOING FERAL !!! HEHEHEHEH IM HAVING SO MUCH FUN READING ABOUT THIS

What roles do you think Leo would play?? Is casting a mutant turtle man still difficult in Hollywood or has humankind pretty much warmed up to everyone now? :D

Would Mikey, as a hobby, be one of those makeup gurus who can make like, crazy beautiful works of art out of their makeup?

DOES RAPH LIKE MODELING??? I can imagine him being kinda shy about it at first in my head, but that characterization might just be the influence of fanon lmao

WHAT ARE EACH OF THE BOYS FAVORITE BRANDS/DESIGNS TO MODEL FOR? Off the top of my head I can see Mikey doing high fashion/haute couture, Donnie in luxury suits, Leo doing street wear maybe?? And Raph in sports/fitness?

Who does April have the most PR trouble with? My mind immediately jumps to Donnie cuz I feel like he wouldn't have a filter at all pffft

IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS AU HEHEHE THANK YOU FOR MAKING IT IM BRAINROTTING SO HARD <3333

ALSO!! I was thinking that Raph could just step into the footsteps of his father and make clothes.. princess dresses to be precise and just.. the thought of big buff Raph sewing pretty dresses is everything to me!! I can totally see him doing some modeling for his own dresses but more for himself than anyone else and like you said, he'd be really shy about it! I see both Donnie and Leo in luxury suits and then the fit they typically wear and Leo would be more into adventure type movies/series! And again PR trouble would come from both Donnie and Leo and she is trying not to put them together in one interview because she knows she will have a field day with them fjhbfeikb As for Mikey.. I feel like he'd be really into street wear when he's outside his job and then fod his jobs he's wearing the most expensive dresses CW for eyestrain/bright colors! They are really popping here