#brainrot at its finest

[authoruio]

Haha Idol AU doodles

(only) two Incorrect quotes under! (because I need to focus on something important LOL)

@starry-night-rose @rosietrace @windbornearchon @sakuramidnight15 @fumikomiyasaki @nem0-nee @gluttoniscalamity

[bun-bun-selfships]

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You know?

[succubi-tch]

Saw someone with a minion pfp defend Tumblr staff

[rainswept]

you ask for Fontaine brain rot/reqs, I deliver.

So idk if you've done the recent archon quest and lyney/lynette story quest so if you haven;t be careful caus i will be spoling !

SO

That part where Lyney is freaking out over Freminet and Lynette had me SCREAMING especially since ive done their story quest AND ALSO FRIENDSHIP 10 LYNEY SO I HAVE THE LORE AND IT HURTS SM but I won't spoil all that for u-

so anyways, i started thinking, imagine Lyney has a lover who's been with the siblings for years (and also works for Arlecchino) and is considered another sibling by Lynette and Freminet. They were also diving with Freminet when they encountered water from the primordial sea

now imagine clorinde can only take one person with her at a time when she pulls them back, and she saves Freminet first, later going back for Lyney's s/o

Eventually Freminet wakes up like he does in the quest, but the reader just.. doesn't. Hours pass and the siblings are freaking tf out because they don't want to lose anyone.

(now I can't decide if I crave angst or if I want to comfort my babies so ill give my headcanons for both shiguegoe)

angst: Lyney's lover keeps deteriorating, parts of them gradually turning blue and quite literally withering away (caus you know the water and the dissapearances- yeah-) and the siblings can do nothing but watch

Lynette shuts down more frequently and for longer periods, not even saying anything to Lyney

Freminet blames himself for not noticing sooner, for not getting them out sooner

And then there's Lyney.. he blames himself for not only putting his siblings in danger, but losing his lover...

He sits by their bed watching as they wither away, holding their hand. He knows Father will be upset by his lack of comitment to the mission but he can't bring himself to care

The day they pass, no one says a word. They continue with their mission, report to Father, go on with their Fontainian lives until they're alone and they cry. they cry and scream and curse whatever archons or god's are listening.

AND NOW BEFORE I CRY THE HAPPIER VERSION

After days of not waking up, they finally open their eyes.

Lyney is fretting over them asking if they know where they are, who he is, what happened etc

now to throw in a tidbit of angst, what if they awoke with some disability? like they cant see anymore, they can't hear properly, cant walk properly etc

Lyney and Freminet would devasted because they blame themselves. Lynette would be quick to remind her brothers at least everyone is alive.

It'd be bad because with a disability, they can't work for Father anymore, or at least not the way they used to

AHHEOGUHEOG im stuck in a neverending brain rot my guy

Anyways. I was actually going to request for you to write your own take on this but you don't have to if you dont want- even just hearing your take would be nice lmao

also if its ok i reallly wanna be mutuals! I just found you blog and im obssesed!! I really wanna be friends<3

NO BECAUSE I SCREECHED SO LOUD MULTIPLE TIMES READING THIS !! THANK U SO MUCH YES OFC I WANNA BE MUTUALS/FRIENDS!! genuinely absolutely made my day to have u ask that oh my god??

also don’t worry about spoiling anything for me, i’ve read every little bit of lyney/lynette/freminet lore out there 😭 and i’ve done all of the new fontaine archon quests already (i need help. it’s okay though!)

as for angst — u know me so well already this is my forte. cracks knuckles here i go

freminet feels as if something is off.

already beginning to panic, he turns to you in a hurry. the water swishes in his ears. when you meet his gaze, wide-eyed, the gut ‘feeling’ turns into a full-blown punch to it. oh, now he realizes; he can’t breathe. his heart’s racing, chest tightening and throat feeling as if it’s closing up.

you reach out, and exchanging unspoken words, you two turn around and make to retrace your patterns with haste. hand in hand, you race against frittered time; but even your best efforts are not enough, and the both of you are forced to acknowledge it when freminet’s vision begins to turn spotty.

he got in the water first; he’s gone before you are. his body floats limp beside you as you drag him along through the water, even as the surroundings grow hazy for you, too. a cold tingle runs up your spine as you consider the possibility; is this the end?

(when you had left for the pipes, the most you had exchanged with lyney was a quick kiss on the cheek as a goodbye. that wouldn’t do.)

but even as you try desperately to cling to life .. the “sea” is a cruel thing, and it does not care for your mortal frivolities. (a proper goodbye? .. foolish.) with cold, disorienting water enveloping your senses from all sides, your only grounding thing being freminet’s (rapidly cooling) fingers against yours — it didn’t take long before you succumbed to the “sea”, too.

(your last thought as the world went dark was “i’m sorry.”)

(even in your barely conscious state, you feel another wave of panic surge through you when freminet’s fingers slip away from yours — but you don’t have enough energy to hold on.)

reader lives:

the incessant thrum of the water rushing through pipes rattled in your ears. your whole body was sore, weak and tired; and all of your limbs felt like lead attached to you via shoddy workmanship. your head hurt like hell, and what’s worse is that the moment you opened your eyes, you were immediately met with the sight of the three people you cherished most.

first, there was freminet, who was sitting on the bed opposite to yours. his posture fixes from a slouch into proper the moment he spots you, perhaps in.. excitement? shock? you weren’t sure. his eyes lit up, though.

second, there was lynette. she was .. a bit more on edge than usual. that was .. to be expected, of course, but really. you were out for.. what, an hour or two? come on, all four of you put yourselves in danger all the time. what was different about this?

(what was different was the fact that you were not out for an hour or two. no, make that days. they were sure to remind you of this.)

then, there was lyney. for him, the world seemed to stop.

lyney, who was pacing the room in sheer desperation. he walked and walked, boots timed and in tune with the clocks and dripping water from the pipes. in his nervousness, he had unwittingly created a quite fitting melody.

(the only sounds once he ceases walking are the clocks and the water dripping from the pipes.)

lyney, who had rushed to your bedside the moment he had noticed you were up. he looked exhausted, but the second you were awake the mask was .. attempted .. to be put back on. however .. it didn’t take someone as observant as you, or even one who knew him so well, to notice that it was placed crooked.

(how absurd he looked, trying to put on a front everyone in the room knew was one.)

why, even, you would have bet that it could’ve been surmised by a child. once again, emphasis on ‘you would have’, for there was no time for thinking about that when he rushed to your bedside and enveloped you into an embrace. you didn’t miss the way his fingers grasped at the back of your shirt in downright desperation.

(in clear, bold letters, it reads; “if nothing else, please let this be real.”)

he slots himself beside you and, wordlessly, holds you close. he doesn’t need words — neither of you do. this is enough.

lynette and freminet looked on, neither of them opening their mouths when lyney buries his face into the crook of your neck and stays there for just a bit too long. he doesn’t cry. instead, he whispers shakily against your skin; “i thought i’d lost you.”

(the only sounds once he ceases speaking are the clocks and the water dripping from the pipes.

(no one speaks up just yet.)

(the only sounds in the room are the clocks and the water dripping from the pipes.)

(you’re starting to think those were the only sounds ever there.)

when he finally pulls away, you notice he’s fixed his mask. lyney now smiles, and the shake in his voice is gone; but you know it’s not all better, not when he refuses to leave the infirmary even after sigewinne and the traveler inquire. you know it’s not all better, not when the four of you are alone again. lyney sits beside you on the bed, refusing to so much as stand up (he doesn’t want to let go of your hand. you don’t comment on it, but his fingers are still shaky as he holds onto yours like they’re a lifeline.)

you don’t exchange as much as a single word after that. you just bask in each other’s presence, apologies and pleas and “i love you” shared during every lingering glance between everyone in the room.

the four of you don’t need words. this is enough.

reader dies:

seven mistakes went unnoticed. seven signs went unfollowed. seven things (and five people) went wrong that day.

one: freminet.

it was entirely freminet’s fault, he thinks, it was. if only he had gotten you out of there in time. no — he shouldn’t have even brought you. he sits on the infirmary bed opposite to yours, knees pulled up to his chest, and he clutches pers with a death grip. he dips his head in such a way that his face is hidden with his hair; he doesn’t want to let lyney and lynette see him in this state. they have enough to deal with.

two: the primordial sea.

but they were bound to notice eventually, right?

“it was entirely the primordial sea’s fault,” lynette would remind, hand on freminet’s shoulder. “it wasn’t yours.”

the primordial sea. the cold and vicious waters were such a contrast to those he held so dear; what was typically calming and merciful turned to something suffocating and terrifying. but that didn’t change the fact that it was an inanimate thing.

he drops pers at the contact; it clatters to the floor; he looks down, wide-eyed and apologetic; he reaches down to pick it up. lynette does not put her hand on his shoulder again.

three: wriothesley.

“it was entirely wriothesley’s fault,” lyney wants to scream. he’s frantic, pacing the infirmary and voice cracking every time he speaks. lynette and freminet have seldom seen him so panicked. he needs to do something, he needs— he can’t. he can’t leave. once he gets his hands on wriothesley, he swears he’ll—

four: clorinde.

it was entirely clorinde’s fault. it was entirely her choice to pick only one of you to save. no one can bring themselves to be upset at her, for she did try to save both of you. but the realization slowly dawns upon the three children of the house of the hearth still with a steady heartbeat; it was either going to be you or freminet.

they realize this at different times. every time they do, they exchange a silent, quick glance.

freminet would’ve gladly given up his life. lyney and lynette, however .. they would not have been able to choose.

five: the gods.

it was entirely the gods’ fault. curse the gods, lyney thinks. he’s still pacing the room, and while he never put much stock in the divine, he was practically yelling at them now. he knew it wasn’t logical. but he needed something. what was the point of a god if not to help their people? what was the point of a god if just to watch people suffer like it’s an opera?

was she here now? was she watching? was this a “twist” for her? did she delight in this?

six: lyney.

it was entirely lyney’s fault. he shouldn’t have let you or freminet go. he shouldn’t have. he shouldn’t have let wriothesley play him like he was a deck of cards in his hands. this was all his fault. all his fault. he knew of the prophecy, dedicated his whole life to it — and yet hadn’t managed to save you from its clutches?

seven: you.

in truth — it was no one’s fault. but lyney is still pacing the room, breathing getting heavier and more rapid every time he steals a glance at you. lynette’s eyes still trace his every move, conveniently ignoring the sight of you as best she could; and freminet still has his face buried in his knees as to not look at your decaying body.

none of them can deal with the fact that it was simply an accident. no one meant for this to happen — there was no one to blame.

they needed someone to blame.

so each and every one of them blamed themselves. as lyney’s fingers grasped your cold ones, he squeezed them softly even as they began to turn blue beneath his grasp. he couldn’t bare to let you go.

and after three long days, the sun rose to find your bed empty where you had laid. you were nowhere to be found. for a moment, lyney’s heart practically leapt out of his chest, wondering .. did you get up?

but as he rushes to the bedside, his face falls. he should’ve known not to get his hopes up.

the blankets were damp where you had laid, soaked with water just as the stage in the opera epiclese had been.

lyney didn’t cry, nor did lynette or freminet.

they didn’t exchange so much as a word the day you died.

instead, they put their aching hearts and empty souls into the mission at hand. they worked twice as hard to distract themselves, and they provided excellent results for “father” — but they had barely worked together to do so.

they exchanged cold words and they held each other at night, when the pain became too much — because as much as they tried to pretend like nothing happened, that was a lie, just as the rest of their existence — but there was no mistaking it. they were now divided.

there was always you. and now there wasn’t.

lynette was the one who informed “father” of your .. whereabouts. lyney couldn’t bring himself to.

[viridianevergarden]

This is completely random but no one has any idea how much I truly want Elain to blow up.

The fact that she has gone the majority of her life -if not the entirety of it- being spoken for and spoken over and never asked about her thoughts and desires is so frustrating. Of course we won’t know her specific opinion on the matter until her book but she’s bared her fangs once (at Nesta) and I’m betting she’ll do it again. It just seems like, with what little we’ve seen of her being open about her feelings, there’s a very real possibility that she’s suppressed her emotions for so long. I wonder how long it’ll take for her to reach her limit.

I want her to scream at somebody.

I want her to be able to rage.

I want her to make everyone see that she is not as fragile as most have portrayed her to be in their own minds.

I can say that I want something similar for Azriel. We know that Azriel doesn’t talk to anyone about his emotions. The self loathing that he’s dealing with consumes him entirely. So much so that he believes to be undeserving of love and undeserving of those he cares for.

I want Az to be able to feel safe enough to break down in front of someone. To show his vulnerability. To show his true feelings. He’s been standing strong for centuries and has his heart guarded with the addition of being more stubborn than even mountains, as the IC claims.

The idea that Azriel and Elain could have those tender moments with one another plagues my mind. I want that for them so badly.

[svtskneecaps]

ok among my favorite parts of qsmp is the fact that charlie slimecicle can only hold the act of being mad at mariana when mariana isn't in the room. like he successfully rp'd being mad at his deadbeat puta esposa for months while mariana wasn't logging on, like he complained about mariana at the wedding, during the election, in subsequent appearances, and then he's messaging mariana in the chat during purgatory and he's still holding it

and then they're both at spawn like as close to face to face as they get. and bro CANNOT hold the act it drops so fast lmfao he was like "yea cellbit i'm gonna kill mariana" and instead they have a genuinely heartfelt conversation and then rp sexo in the fountain

and i know i'm brainrotting purgatory rn but i'm actually thinking about this bc i saw a clip of mariana and slime talking during the awards show and literally. slime's face goes from 😡🤬 MARIANA'S HERE, SAY SOMETHING PUTA ESPOSA to 😄😁 the second mariana shows up on the screen

like he's still pretending to be mad but dude is grinning like absolute crazy and i love that

[toomiieimagiines]

komaeda cuddling hcs pls?

sorry for late response!!!^^’ but here ya go!!!<3 personal favorite kind of hc so i was excited about his lololz

nagito komaeda cuddling hcs!!^^

LET ME GET THIS OUT OF THE WAY CUZ THIS IS MY BIGGEST HC WITH HIM

HE SMELLS LIKE CLEAN CLOTHES AND CUT GRASS?!?!?

you may be thinking ‘tomie how do you know that??’ ITS A FEELING

anywho man lives for cuddles and snuggles and all that good stuff

was reluctant at first he didn’t wanna hurt you:((((

poor bb though you would die in your sleep or smth:(((

he’s rly warm i think

like bruhheheheuhe he’d be so pleasant to hold or be held by

he’s pretty tall and scrawny so his hoodie would swallow you whole tbh

speaking of scrawny his bones hurt so bad

if he elbows you it’s over

HIS HAIR IS SO WISPY IT TICKLES THE BACK IF UR NECK

if you’re facing each other it’ll make you sneeze istg

he’s a good boyfriend give him that much<\3

[skyland2703]

ok this is really random but I’m curious, have you ever made fan art for a fanfic you liked? And if so, can we see it?

sorry if this is a weird ask lol

Huuuuuhhh

I believe I have!!! I love fics that absolutely WRECK me. or first kisses. I’m such a sucker for first kisses—

Let’s see, what we’ve got 😁🫶🏻

This one was for “the high ground situation” by @augment-techs I remember being hyperfixated on this one while drawing this one— I was obsessed I LOVE THEM HURTING AND COMFORTING EACH OTHER Q_Q (x)

This one is for “Walked Through Hell” by @jenscotts i legit cried when I read this T_T (x)

WRECK ME MORE— suicidal Amelia. “A Place Where I Can Belong” by @naraozu (x)

This one was a Valentines Fic— FIRST KISS >.< — by @topofthewinx “Be My Valentine” (x)

This one was for a really really old Spd Sky/Z college AU I’d gotten obsessed with, as a fifteen year old— “Helpless When She Smiles” by Shizinga

And there was a Sky/Z Pirate AU by @lastmafagafo shared with me, which got me obsessedddddd that I drew— and I can share it’s art if my friendo permits :3

It takes A LOT to wreck me, for a ship— and it’s crazy how almost half of those are Javelia. I have old sketches/pencil drawings for other olden SkyZ fics too, but I think they’re kinda cringy >\\\< so maybe if I ever revisit them, I’ll post them!! THANK YOU SO MUCH for this ask!!! I’m pretty sure there’s a few I’m missing, but yeeessssss I love fanfics SO MUCH

Ps: there ARE a couple of fics I’d want to do art for, too, usually multichaps i get obsessed with— and maybe I will someday!! Compiling this was fun and now i… maybe wanna do more :3

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

can't believe of all the characters in bg3 it was tara who became the miranda lawson vivienne dragon age of bg3 bc she won't kiss the player's ass (+ special bg3 bonus and became a ship obstacle to them). like this is a new level of low because people are also throwing morena under the bus despite her not even being in the game.

[pinksinsila]

It happened to me... I will not elaborate

She's my pride and joy <3

[authoruio]

Miren's Idol Profile (AU)!

"Let's rock the stage together!"

(AU Belongs to @rosietrace and @starry-night-rose , members tagging: @fumikomiyasaki @nem0-nee @sakuramidnight15 @windbornearchon )

–MAIN BIO–

Name: Miren Lockhart

Stage name: Ren

Position: Lead Guitarist

Age: 19

Birthday: 11/10

Height: 173 cm

–FUN FACTS!–

Favorite Food: Anything, mainly spicy, tteokbokki

Least Favorite Food: Sour things and UiO's cooking

Likes: Food, cooking, playing guitar, doing nothing

Dislikes: Getting scolded

–RELATIONSHIPS–

Mayuu: Respectful and appreciative

Ellis: Casual and Friendly

Carol: Casual and Respectful

Juvia: Casual and Friendly

Chizuko: Platonic Admiration and Slightly Fearful

Yuuta: Casual and Playful

–INFO!–

Voice Claim singing: Maiki (マイキ- JP) Roel (로엘 - KR)

he knows definitely well to not piss off a managing manager.

joined the (Co)-connect after his sister Jiyoon retired from the Poisoner with no specific reason

He is proud of his cousin Aori who rose in Ocean M4fia

He doesn't mind getting bullied (affectionately) but he questions does it have to be him all the time?

known in the media as the shameless glutton when food is on the topic.

Food is life, and he will die on the very hill protecting that cause.

Can and will cook for the group if they ever want to request free food from him.

He admires Chizuko's skills but is fearful of her making him only watch in a distance.

He lets his fans call him any nickname they want, but will blush if anyone calls him "Miren my love" and something similar along those lines...

Is amused of Yuuta's antics, however he will not join in with the antic if he feels too embarrassed.

Whenever anyone suggested clothes that fits his taste, he'll gladly go along with it.

His merchandise are plushies of him that UiO created to spite him and for him to be called cute by his fans... well, it did work in some way...

Is impressed with Ellis' quick rise and charm that captivates her fans

He is scared to dance in front of the crowd with his reason; A mad druid might see, and berate me if I make one mistake and I am not risking it to save my ears and feet from the endless practice. (he's not even a dancer ffs)

He lets Carol point out any tune and will follow along.

He often yell praises for everyone in the group whenever they finish a practice and/or a show.

Sometimes questions how Juvia still has the energy even after a tiresome day

Has been seen hanging out together with Cater from Hearts & Roses

His fashion taste is, thankfully unlike that of UiO's (who has no fashion taste at all)

Eyeliners are his favorite. Especially the red ones. (he puts them on himself)

..it has been noted on several occasions that Miren looks like a girl whenever he puts the eyeliner and Miren just said "you know what? fuck it. This look is for special occasions."

[emx343]

Okay but what do you do when that one ship that normally takes up all your mind and is very popular is suddenly pushed aside for a ship that literally nobody talks about. SOS I don't know what to do

[julia1x5]

Who wants to tell them they didn't experienced infanticide either?

[ironic-lion]

do you think i care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference + to protect you—whatever your intentions—i had to submit to you

[insanityandstars]

Sometimes even a boy wants to be treated like a princess

[chessalein]

Thats the kind of friendship Kerry and Nori have in my head. They are not in love, but are a caotic duo when you let them alone to write songs and let them live out their creativity. I know that Kerry would never really sing such a song. He is too much of a rocker. But I still like to imagen it. Like a bit of a joke on one of the many parties Kerry throws and Nori kind of wrote this song thinking of Jackie and herself while Kerry thought about Vince and himself.... I don't know.

Its a comfort thought maybe. I just really want the two creative people to get along and have lots of fun living out their thoughts.