#death mark brainrot got me

[jommycham]

Spirit Hunter NG Radio Drama Bonus CD [Ultra Rough Translation]

[Spirit Doctor Yashiki Kazuo's Consultation Room]

An honest attempt at a translation of the bonus drama CD that came with the purchase of NG: Extreme Kaidanchi. Beware of some minor spoilers if you have not played through all the Spirit Hunter games.

Note: Only did this for fun, and I am not fluent in Japanese, so inaccuracies are expected.

Disclaimers:

This bonus CD is an edited version of Yashiki's Consultation Room that was originally broadcasted on the EXP channel. Some questions sent in by viewers have been altered. What occurs in the Consultation Room should be treated as a parallel universe to the main storyline— therefore all comments made in these sessions are NOT canon.

(btw, Yashiki's title here is "Kai Ika" (怪医家)— or literally "Strange Doctor," which is probably where the "Spirit Doctor" came from.)

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I did my best with my (admittedly) shoddy translation, and cleaned it up a bit to have it sound more coherent. Again, I do not speak or understand much Japanese, so despite my best attempts, portions can be wrong (though most of it should be reasonably correct). I will highlight those unsure sections accordingly. There are also very small parts I've omitted, either due to it being too difficult to understand (for me) or to smooth the flow of the translation. 🙇‍♀️Thank you very much for your understanding and putting up with my impulsive DM brain rot.

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This CD features Yashiki and Mashita answering the audience's concerns/worries. Yashiki receives these burning questions through occult magazines. This time, however, Yashiki specifically calls Mashita in due to a request from OOPArts, much to Mashita's chagrin.

☕︎ Late for School Reader: This question is basically taken from EXP 4th Season #3 Voice Drama (where it's Yashiki, Moe, and Mashita) regarding the viewer who couldn't get up early.

Yashiki: Moe has answered this before, and I suggest rather than buying a cat, to take supplements, don't accumulate stress, go to bed early, get plenty of sleep, and have yourself plenty of coffee and sugar as soon as you wake up.

Mashita: Well, I guess that's the sort of advice you'd give. At my previous job, I'd take a shower or wash my face with cold water.

Yashiki: Even if someone else wakes me up, I still have to put in majority of the effort through the rest of the process.

➥The answers to this question are a lot more fleshed out in the actual livestream VD, such as the cat thing, the supplements being part of Mashita's answer, and Saya mention for the "someone else."

☕︎ Bug Hater Reader: Also a question taken from the above mentioned Voice Drama about a reader asking about how to handle cleaning the house while bugs are roaming during the summer.

Mashita: You're the type of person who doesn't hesitate to pick things up and put it in your bag. You (the reader) can also try hiring someone or contacting a cleaning company.

[Yashiki is concerned that Mashita also doesn't really like touching gross things and asks if he's okay.]

[Mashita explains that both of them are basically in the same line of work, so it's not like he hesitates either to touch things.]

Yashiki: That's true.

☕︎ Summer vacation is almost over, but my eldest daughter hasn't finished her homework. What should I do, Mr. Yashiki? What did you do with your homework during summer vacation?

Yashiki: The Kujo Family already finished their homework early into summer vacation. How about you, Mashita?

Mashita: Well, it's kind of a hassle, so I tried to finish it early. But I always remember not being able to finish my literature essay/book review until the last moment. It was the only part I didn't fully understand.

*TERROR SOUND EFFECT*

Yashiki: I loved reading books and I don't remember having difficulties with them. Shou doesn't do his in the first place. Moe and Tsukasa seem to be the types who get it done first thing. Suzu seems like she'd get it done unexpectedly early. Eita probably does it early, too. Ai seems the type to get it done and put the rest of her energy into her hobbies.

Mashita: If your parents are willing to help you, it might not be a bad idea to plan your hobbies and leisure activities for the latter half of your summer vacation and finish the homework by then.

Yashiki: And if you don't finish your homework...

*dramatic sound effect*

Yashiki: ... you'll die at dawn. Well, if you can imagine a curse like that/wouldn't be surprising if there was a curse like that.

Mashita: Tch, I wouldn't want that.

➥ The term Mashita uses here is "Dokusho Kanshoubun," and I am not familiar with the specifics of what summer homework consists of, so the closest thing I went with was a book review of sorts.

➥ I got kind of lost on his descriptions, so I honestly wasn't sure who was being described, so the details may be mixed up.

☕︎ I'm waking up in the middle of the night with the need to go to the bathroom. But there are times where I get scared and don't want to go. What should I do in times like these? If you have any tips or advice, please let me know!

Yashiki: Actually, come to think of it...

Mashita: Wait. Just turn on the lights, that's the answer.

Yashiki: What's the hurry, Mashita? I was just trying to...

Mashita: I'm trying to keep you from making an ill-advised comment.

Yashiki: Was it going to be that terrible?

Mashita: No doubt. With this, we're done with the question.

Mashita: Tch, who was the one who chose this question? Maybe they were half-asleep at the time. Well, off to the next one.

➥ I could not tell if Yashiki was asking if his answer was going to be that awful or he was saying "that's terrible (coming from Mashita)." I went with the former to be safe.

☕︎ One afternoon, I was taking the bus to the hospital, and the bus stopped at a bus stop. It was on a main street with only cars and a few pedestrians passing by, making it look quite deserted. The bus driver opened the doors and stared outside. I watched from the back seat as the driver repeatedly, with an impatient tone, asked someone if they were getting on or not. The driver gave up on asking and started driving off. As the bus drove away, I kept looking outside, but didn't see anyone at the bus stop or on the sidewalk of the main street. I wondered who the driver was talking to, or if he had talked to anyone in the first place.

I suddenly remembered this recently— what exactly happened, and how would you interpret it, Mr. Yashiki?

There's a section where Mashita goes into a short explanation in regards to this particular question. I am not sure if he is talking about the reader's question or their reply— but basically either this question has been submitted before (didn't make it into the actual Consultation segment) or it has been replied to, but the reply was not published. Therefore, the editorial department has requested this question be submitted/replied to again.

Yashiki: I remember this question. My original reply was that since it was the driver's actions, it's technically not a paranormal phenomenon.

Mashita: Well, if we can't be sure, we still need to interpret it from that angle (?). What do you think about the situation?

Yashiki: I think it might be someone from the future who came to your rescue, and thanks to them delaying the bus' departure, a major accident was avoided.

Mashita: You're still naive as ever, but worse. No matter who that person was, in the end, you're the one who created that anxiety. You shouldn't willingly go with their plans.

Yashiki: By interpreting the situation in a way that doesn't make me anxious, it allows me to avoid getting swallowed up by fear.

➥ The specific phrase Mashita uses is "お花畑," or "ohanabatake," which means a field of flowers. It seems to be used to describe someone who is carefree or blind.

➥ The answer sort of starts leaning into the more philosophical side towards the end? At least on the basis where my interpretation of "that person" is the imagined time traveler of Yashiki's explanation. If not, I'm terribly sorry.

☕︎ At my previous workplace, there was a tree (?) that always made a ringing noise at night. It was close to a residential area, with an apartment building and a small community center in its parking lot. For some reason, it doesn't bother me on my way to work, and I only hear it on the way home. It also doesn't bother me during early shifts, so I assume the noise only occurs at night. The sound is different every time, ranging from the metallic sound like that of gold or a sandstorm. On bad days the ringing in my ears causes headaches and anemia. I had heard from a friend that the place was haunted/visited by spirits; so I started wondering if it was a paranormal experience.

Yashiki: I answered this question at the time it was originally submitted, but it remains the same. I can't deny the possibility [of it being a paranormal event]. I'm pretty sure the advice given to you was to sing a song. There's also the option of keeping an omamori and listening to your favorite music through earphones. I don't know how effective it is, but as I have said previously— try to avoid feeling anxious as much as possible.

☕︎ I'm an idol who loves the occult, and I love reading about them. I want to consult Mr. Yashiki, as there have been many instances of paranormal sightings in H City. There are also rumors of new sightings circulating on message boards as of late. I'm a bit nervous about investigating it by myself, so can you please help me out? I wonder if the rumors are true or not...

Yashiki: I don't recommend investigating it, because there's a chance you could die.

Mashita: But I guess they can't just leave it be.

Yashiki: This is a difficult question...

Mashita: In any case, I would like to have some more information so I can do some research on this.

Yashiki: I'm sorry, but I'd appreciate it if you could send what you know to the editorial department. I recommend you never investigate matters like these alone.

Afterword

Yashiki: Alright.

Mashita: I think this is enough, about 10 minutes.

Yashiki: I’ll hand the audio recording to Moe later today.

Mashita: I'll leave it to you.

Yashiki: I hope this helps someone with their troubles.

Mashita: Perhaps.

Yashiki: Will you be willing to help out next time?

[Pause]

Mashita: ... Tch. Hm.

Yashiki: Please look after me./Thank you in advance.

➥ The phrase is "yoroshiku tanomu yo," which I've seen can be translated into "please look after —" or just used generally for requesting a favor. I was debating using "I'm counting on you" since it sort of made better sense in this context, but Yashiki ended it with "よ" which is much more casual/polite than "ぜ." I ended up opting for a more... gentler way of phrasing this? I genuinely didn’t know how to write it in a way that conveys how he spoke other than this ( ´_ゝ`).

Spirit Doctor Yashiki's Consultation Room: In addition to our regular consultations, we are also accepting everyday troubles. Please contact us here.

Thank you very much for sticking til the end here. ヾ(´ー`)ﾉ゛ I've been going through some pretty severe rot and this helped to alleviate it somewhat (despite how piss poor my efforts are). It's interesting to see different sides to characters even if it's not entirely canon.

As a lil bonus, I want to show those of you who haven't watched Nezuka Ryo's voice over for the entirety of DM1— Kawabata Yoshiaki's (Mashita's VA) introduction! The gap is... actually really cute in a way???

[eepwriting]

EEPWRITING MY BELOVED. i was just ivy barricade and i am. a mess. needing some ivy headcanons, can be nsfw or sfw !!!! i love him so much

- funera1pyre 🌹

IV Headcanons

Warnings: nsfw sandwiched between sweetness

HIII my lovely funera1 🌹 I live for your asks and of course I’m excited to write about ivyyyy!! Also I’M JELLY BUT SO HAPPY YOU GOT TO SEE THEM!! Thanks for your request as always 🤍

!! mdni !!

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✶ When I say iv would the sweetest bf I MEAN IT!!

✶ Always bringing you back little gifts and trinkets from all the states and countries he visits.

✶ Would definitely put them all in a box and write a detailed list of all the items and why he thought you’d like them.

✶ Gift giving is definitely at the top of his list on how he shows his love and appreciation.

✶ ALSO BAKING!!! Loves baking you sweet treats.

✶ Gets you matching jewelry!!!

✶ Ya know that tiktok trend with the eye color bracelets? Yeah, he’s deffo excitedly running to you asking you to do it with him.

✶ Drives him crazy when you wear his name around your neck. Bonus points if you wear a shirt, jacket or hoodie of his at the same time.

✶ Has a whole folder in his phone of sneaky and not so sneaky pics of you looking cute in his clothes. Scrolls through the pics when he’s away and missing you.

✶ Has a whole separate folder for his eyes only.

✶ Full of pics of you painted with his cum, love bites, scratches, bite marks.

✶ Practically begs you to send him pics and audios when he’s away.

✶ The pics he sends back… OH BOY

✶ Never hides his pure want and desperation for you, feels no shame at all.

✶ As mentioned in his nsfw alphabet, boy loves when you praise him.

✶ Unabashedly whimpers when you call him “Good/Sweet/Pretty Boy.”

✶ Has finished more than once just from your words and teasing touches.

✶ BIG fan of make out sessions and dry humping.

✶ Is an A+ cuddle buddy, always warm and inviting.

✶ Likes to give you scalp massages while he’s curled around you.

✶ Whispers jokes and compliments in your ear before lazily pecking your cheek.

✶ Has a death grip on you when he sleeps, claiming he can’t sleep peacefully if he’s not holding you.

✶ Wakes up before you most of the time, whips up some muffins or pastries and brings them to you to eat in bed.

✶ Never asks you to help with the kitchen cleanup but gladly lets you if you offer.

✶ Smiles sweetly at you the whole time, squeezes your hip every time he passes you, wraps his arms around you while you help with washing the dishes.

✶ Always ends with him humming a tune, your feet on top of his as he spins around the kitchen with you wrapped in a hug.

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THIS MAN!! I could cry 😭

Hope this was an okay list!!! Thanks for reading and letting me spew juicy ivy brainrot 🤍

K. Bye bye.

[farfromstrange]

Carpe Noctem [PREVIEW]

Main Masterlist

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Pairing: Vampire!Matt Murdock x F!Nun!Reader

Warnings: (additional tags to be added/changed) Dead Dove Do Not Eat, religious imagery & symbolism, vampirism, Dark!Matt, blood consumption, corruption kink, SMUT (18+), pain kink, blood play, ANGST, canon typical violence, physical assault, allusions to sexual assault, hunter and prey vibes, allusions to stalking (possibly full-on), scent kink, marking, blasphemy, no happy ending

Summary: Over the past centuries, nothing could have stopped Matt Murdock from wanting, craving, everything, even what he could not have; money, power, and sex, among other more materialistic things, but nothing has him in quite a chokehold like the insatiable hunger for blood he was cursed with the night he died. Nothing could have stopped him from getting what he wants until one day in March, you enter his life.

Matt has stolen, beaten and killed without care, but corrupting a child of God is a line he dares not cross. You, a nun. It’s unthinkable. The part of him that longs for the life he was torn out of—the boy still riding the waves of Catholicism, that Matt Murdock—would rather see him impaled on a wooden stake than allow him to take your blood. Your blood, your innocence, and all that you are; the aroma of rosemary and sanctity that surrounds you is a siren’s call that draws him inevitably closer. The same walls of Clinton Church that house you would incinerate him, and he still wants you. He wants you, but he can’t have you.

Devoting yourself to the church saved you from the abyss, but it may also lead to your eternal corruption at the hands of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Matt Murdock. A vampire. Soon, you find yourself not only on the verge of losing your innocence to this angel of the night but your life, too, and your world drastically changes for what you realize might be worse than death itself.

(18+ MINORS DNI!)

A/n: I’m back, back, BACK again! Vampire!Matt brainrot is real, and this idea was so dark in my head and kind of ironic, really, I had to put it out there for you. I will be doing my research on Catholicism religiously (pun intended) to make this as accurate as possible, but it’s still an alternate universe and I like making up my own rules. Everything I write is my personal playground, and I invite you to join me for this steamy piece of angst. So far, this is only a concept, but I will get to writing it as soon as I can! The idea is there, and I’ve got some things planned out already. So, if you’re curious, do stick around!

AESTHETIC.

Matt.

You.

RELEASE DATE: TBD!

(If you want to be tagged to know when I release it, as always, feel free to let me know. I don’t bite. Well, only sometimes.)

[writtenbyjeanofarc]

LONG-TERM EFFECTS OF SUFFERING

Blade X Reader | 1.8k

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: gothic lit, dark fantasy, eventual smut.

𝖈𝖜: none, as of the moment.

𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘:

“When will death come for me? My patience is wearing thin.”

A skilled swordsman, hunter, and consumer of blood, Blade’s name is feared with a body count of over fifty thousand deceased hunters in the battlefield. From hundreds of enemies, he stood amongst other Stellaron Hunters for his ability to ingest blood and guts of mere mortals, something not expected of his kind. Kafka knows this, in fact all his fellow hunters and swordsmen have long figured out his insatiable hunger for the weak and frail.

But in spite of his endless meals since he found the world, he has embarked on a personal quest. That is, to find the perfect mate worth consuming (and perhaps, killing) for the sake of lifting the curse that brought about his immortality.

Blade never played soft with his intentions, and he never portrayed himself as a sweet man with whom he went in for the kill. He was never gentle, not even in his pursuit of the little old you—a fragile princess protected by the security of your father’s kingdom.

You were but a princess confined to four walls for you held on a special ability which was able to slowly kill whoever got ahold of you. After accidentally poisoning your soon-to-be husband in a wedding, your father decided to lock you far away in his other castle, doomed to never experience the beauty of marriage or intimate affairs.

Blade craved death far more than you needed air to breathe, and upon Kafka’s discovery of your existence, she alerts him of a potential cure to his immortality—your soul.

The man himself keeps this in mind, and will stop at nothing but to hunt you down, granting he draws his final breath after one night with you.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊:

Just a heads up, because I have yet to admit this, but I don’t, and actually never played Honkai Star Rail. So perhaps you can expect some OOC Blade and canon divergence, though I also did some research. However, seeing this man made me go through some kind of brainrot. It’s official. I have the HOTS FOR THIS MAN. So I cooked up this fic.

Minors and ageless blogs don’t interact. I whipped this up last minute because I have a lot of spare time with my hands.

Not proofread. No beta we die like men!

CHAPTER ONE — CHAPTER TWO.

Chapter One || Haunted By Yours Truly

“Bladie…..ravaging your opponent at this point may seem a little….uncalled for. Perhaps you should take some time off.”

A tall, dark-haired man bent over to take a closer inspection of the body laid before him. Stretching out his arm forward to check on the corpse’s eyes, they turned out to be rolled all the way back, signifying that the body was lifeless indeed. Going by the name Blade, he looked up at his fellow Stellaron Hunter Kafka with those ferocious, feisty eyes of crimson hue.

“And what if I don’t?”

Kafka’s smile dropped, Blade hinting at the slightest sign of annoyance as she kept watch on his every move.

“Bladie….we can’t be stuck around dwelling on what’s already been ruined.” Kafka sighed. “You’re out for the princess, remember?”

“Suit yourself. I have yet another soul to devour, should death approach me upon consuming it. Out of my way.”

Thick air engulfed the dark hallways, Blade and Kafka standing before corpses that laid bare on the floor as a result of their attack on your beloved kingdom. After single-handedly killing almost every guard with their lethal weapons, they ensured no one shall be spared. That is, if it means finding the antidote to lifting Blade’s curse.

He was far too stubborn, just far too stubborn. Blade leaned closer onto the corpse’s neck, locating sensitive areas worth having his teeth to sink in. He searched far and wide for an erogenous zone with minimal difficulty, marking his territory by entering a halt once he found the right spot. His face leaned closer to the corpse’s neck in a rather intimate distance; the heat of his breath felt upon as he opened his mouth wide open.

And in that moment, Blade’s sharp canines sank and buried itself into the thin layer of skin. He bit hard enough in a way that sent piercing, prickling pain to the receiver, granting the corpse was still alive to feel the sensation. The approach was harsh, without falter. His teeth sank under and bit hard enough to draw blood. What wasn’t there, however, is its ability to kill upon consumption.

Blade dipped his tongue onto the wound, savoring the beads of blood that leaked out of the fresh cut. Bleh. The taste was nasty, leaving no room for Blade to keep suckling further. Instantly pulling away, he coughed at the sight of the mess he just caused.

“Too much iron. Not a good sign.” Blade scoffed. “Not the best way to bring about the limits of the flesh.”

“Bladie, we don’t wanna waste time. If all you’re searching for is the cure for your condition, I believe it is best if we start looking elsewhere for the princess.” Kafka announced.

“Tch. Fine. But convince me the search will be worth it.”

Kafka and Blade left the blood-stained halls as they embarked on a mission to find remnants of your presence. It was quite a long and tedious journey, traveling across different regions for the sake of finding a worthy cause for Blade’s incoming death.

It was but a miracle that Kafka has established some connections with the divine and spiritual—she recently made friends with a wandering witch amongst the people who told her of a possible cure to immortality. Upon remembering her comrade, she made it an essential task to tell Blade of the good news. Not even the members of the Astral Express knows about this plane of existence, but since Kafka believed helping Blade gave her a sense of fulfillment, she made it a goal to seek an antidote if it meant risking certain abilities. Thankfully, there was not much required of her upon meeting and consulting the witch for help.

“No one here,” Blade observes. “It seems as if this place is abandoned. Not even the Aeons know what happened in these ruins.”

“Let’s just keep searching, alright, Bladie?” Kafka winked.

“Halt!” yelled a guard who stormed out of nowhere.

Blade drew his sword, ready to charge his blade towards the guard only to suddenly stop upon an interjection.

“Wait, please!” the guard retorted. “I can explain!”

“Oh?” Kafka crossed her arms, smiling. “Very well, Bladie, let’s hear this man out, shall we?”

“If…..if you’re looking for the king and his daughter, they’ve moved to another castle!”

“Pfffft. Is that so?” Blade sneered. “Well then, show me the ropes. Where can I find this kingdom?”

“I-It’s….it’s located on the far north within the Xianzhou Loufu, I-I promise it’s not too far away! I’ve pers-“

“Enough talk. Let’s go, Kafka.”

“Wait, about the princess!” the guard exclaimed. “The princess is currently on lockdown, so it’ll be forbidden to visit her chamber, just a heads up!”

“Whatever. We’ll make sure to have a word with her.” Blade replied.

“But you don’t understand! If you try courting the princess, the king will kill you! I could go on about how the princess’ father is quite strict! He’ll come after you if you ever tried to harm his daughter!”

“Tch. Whatever. Let’s go.”

The guard’s wails waned as Blade and Kafka left the halls, footsteps echoing amidst the darkness. The sun set hours ago, the castle’s windows lighting up to mark the sight of night engulfing the sky like a wide blanket. Inside the castle were you and your father. You wore a cream-beige gown that faded to white at its base, much to your father’s choice of clothes. It’s not like you had any other choice, your father prohibited you from wearing anything skimpy and revealing, so as to not attract the eyes of unwanted men.

“Daddy, am I going to bed this early? I’m thinking it’s a bit too early.” you asked. “What if I’m not all that sleepy?”

“Your mother said so.” your father, the King of Xianzhou Luofu, replied. “While she’s out of town, you better meet her expectations of getting the most rest, for you shall need that energy when you reign Queen.”

“I’m not that sleepy,” you retorted. “I’m sure she’ll understand that. It’s not like I’ll loiter around the kingdom again.”

“You don’t get it, [Name].” your father frowned, looking at you with a dead serious expression on his face. “After you were scheduled in marriage with the man who has kissed you with his bare lips, his slow, agonizing death was uncalled for. We do not want to risk the lives of other men as well as your womanhood.”

“Is it….is it because of my special ability, dad? Why was I cursed with it anyways? Why am I cursed with poisoning whoever gets a taste of me?”

Your father was bombarded with numerous questions. He didn’t want to spill the secret there and then, but he had to. He bowed his head and started to speak hesitantly as you could only helplessly stare at him with that innocent curiosity.

“Fine, I’ll tell you everything.” your father frantically spoke. “Me and your mother…..were unable to conceive a child. It was obligatory for us to preserve the bloodline, so we had to contact a witch to actually carry out a remedy. She stated that provided we are granted a child, we must face the consequences—it is that you will be cursed with a fatal kiss that can only be healed through the right man’s touch. We were also reminded to never tell anyone of this curse, if we do not want to face bad luck.”

“And it turned out that the man I married during my wedding wasn’t the right one?” you asked.

“I’m afraid so. It is but a rare condition, I can’t imagine having to deal with such a burden. So hear this, you’re better off without anyone as of this moment. We are still on the lookout for offering you the right man to be your husband.” your father replied.

“Are we finished yet, miss [Name]?” a servant appeared from behind.

“Ah! Yes, yes…..!!!!”

“By the way, there’s a gift waiting for you outside the palace, my Lord. I assume it’s one of your favorite drinks.” the servant said, tapping the shoulder of your father. “Blueberry champagne.”

“Ah, hand it over, please. I’ll drink it before bed.” your father requested. “Who might be this guest?”

“I’m afraid there is no label from where the product came from,” the servant replied. “But a commoner called Kafka introduced herself before delivering it to the castle’s main entrance.”

“Very well then, might I invite Kafka to stay here some time. I would like to thank her for knowing my taste in liquor.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

The servant left, leaving you and your father to dine. The conversation was pretty much nothing out of the ordinary—it was just another day of being showered with wealth and splendor exclusively celebrated by the royal families. You immediately got up from the dining area after a heartfelt interaction with your father, rushing to your room and changing into sleepwear. Your father always liked buying you dainty chemises, for he believed they suited your doll-like figure best.

Sounds of plates and glasses were being arranged along with other miscellany as the clock struck ten o’ clock. A princess like you was recommended at least ten hours of sleep, as to get rid of your dark circles and to prep you up for your everyday, luxurious skincare routine. It was only a week after you and your father moved castles. He spent all his wealth trying to cast you away from unwanted men peeking at you, let alone court you. Your father was surely an overprotective man who didn’t want his daughter engaging in unlawful acts, provided every man you hooked up with ended up poisoned.

The servants have already rushed to their rooms after a long day of tending to the dishes. You didn’t wait until midnight to drift off to sleep, it was only ten thirty when your eyes sealed shut without a care in the world. Your father was the one that stayed up, his sleeping schedule remaining inconsistent. But it wasn’t as if it mattered. After all, he makes the rules of his own castle.

A man of muscular, yet lanky frame took notice of your father still at the dining table from the windows. This man was revealed to be the one who has purchased a bottle of your father’s favorite champagne, your father not knowing it was drugged with a powerful sleeping pill.

“Ah, more glasses of champagne, please.” your father requested.

“As you wish, my Lord.” complied another servant.

Fizzy bubbles of champagne filled the glass, offered to the King like the drunkard he was becoming. The servants didn’t care much, some of them chuckling at the King’s gullibility. The lights at the dining table were dimly lit, and it wasn’t long before the King fell asleep, drugged at the dining table.

[cheezeybread]

Recently, I've had one of those moments where my brain reminds me of something existing that I'm not sure many other people remember about, and that thing is American McGee's Alice [and, additionally, the sequel to that game, Madness Returns].

Two braincells collided here, because I've got mild Twisted Wonderland brainrot to go along with this reminder, and so inevitably my mind conjured up this: Riddle [or all of Heartslaybyul, if you're up for it. Individually, of course.] with a reader who is a lot like Alice, but instead of the expected Alice in Wonderland personality, they're the warped version we wind up with in American McGee's Alice.

For additional context, I've got some brief excerpts from the Wikipedias for both games:

"The game centers on the novels' protagonist Alice, whose family is killed in a house fire years before the story of the game takes place. After several years of treatment in a psychiatric clinic, the emotionally traumatized Alice makes a mental retreat to Wonderland, which has been disfigured by her injured psyche."

"Alice was discharged from a psychiatric clinic and now lives in an orphanage for mentally traumatized orphans under the care of Dr. Angus Bumby. To get rid of the trauma and learn the truth about her past, she once again falls into Wonderland, where a new evil force has corrupted it."

Bonus points if you feel like covering, touching on experiences near the beginning of the reader being present at NCR and potentially making an assumption of being ported off to some place like that Twisted version of Wonderland [haha] that they'd been in before, only to have to learn this is something very separate from that [the focus doesn't have to be on this obviously, especially not since there's not MUCH you can do with that, I don't think]

Yeah, hi, I was literally just about to go to bed when I saw this and thought "no, I'll do it in the morning" and then I COULDN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT

I've never heard of this game before, but tbh, now I really want to play it! Sorry if it's messy, but I started thinking about Overblot Riddle, and then I just started typing away...

.....

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: After years of intensive treatment after a housefire, Reader is brought to Twisted Wonderland, and mistakes it for the Wonderland they've previously been trapped in mentally. Even after the realization of this different world, old scars still stay

𝙁𝙩: 𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚, 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙪𝙡 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨!

Tw// Dark imagery, graphic depictions of death and fire, mentally unstable mc (just like me fr fr)

𝙏𝙒𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙒𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘿 (𝙥𝙩. 1)

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.

You couldn't seem to escape it.

The Twisted Wonderland of your own mind.

You thought you were starting to get better, after the first incident. Or, at least, as better as someone in your situation could get. You had escaped the torment that your brain had cooked up. You learned to deal with your emotional scars, alongside the physical scars lining bits and pieces of your skin.

But then, the black mirror seemed to call out to you in your dream. It held such alluring promises, and the dark glass, rippling like some sort of soft river current, seemed to invite you to look through it once more. Without thinking twice about it, you stepped through the mirror, and found yourself trapped in another world.

.....

The shapes of the cards haunted your mind.

Ace, Spades, Clovers, Diamonds...they circled your brain in a make-believe dance. Refusing to leave.

Meeting Heartslabyul was the trigger for it all.

The small, seemingly innocuous symbols marked on their faces made your blood freeze. Paint the roses. Happy Unbirthday.

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

The words made your skin crawl, and the burns etched on your skin began to ache, to jolt your brain into remembering.

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.

A happy little tea party, set in a field of bright green grass, unnaturally soft under your toes. The table set before you was piled with goodies, and a set of friendly faces sat around you, each carrying their own conversation. It was such a wonderful party.

But then the grass under your feet grew from a cooling sensation to a burning one. You stood up from your chair, and the motion sent you reeling back into reality.

Bright orange flames flickered around you, each one reaching out like the hand of a ghoul attempting to pull you down into the grave. You jumped out of your bed, crying in pain when your bare feet hit the carpet underfoot. Although it wasn't exactly carpet at that point; the plastic fibers in the fabric had melted and were boiling hot.

Despite the pain, and the terrifying feeling of the fire, you ran out of your room and out into the hallway, only to be met with the sight of your father laying on the ground mere feet away, face-down, one arm outstretched to the door of your room. His flesh had mostly melted away at that point, the charred bones in his skeleton peeking out from barely clinging-on skin. The only distinguishable feature was his silver wedding ring, now dulled to a flat gray.

Room by room you ran, despite the flames grabbing at your arms and legs, causing irreversible damage. Dead. Dead. Dead.

The Firemen who arrived on the scene first found you in the front yard, alone, passed out from smoke inhalation and pain.

You didn't wake up fully for several years after that.

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.

"IT'S OFF WITH THE HEADS OF ANYONE WHO DEFIES ME!"

Not even a whole week into your stay in this world, you were met with the horrifying fact that "overblots" existed.

Unfortunately for you, the very first was akin to the Queen of Hearts herself.

"Riddle, please, stop!" Trey yelled out, his skin glistening with sweat from exerting his own power in an attempt to block Riddle's signature spell.

Either oblivious to his friend's cries, or simply not caring enough to respond, Riddle raised his arms up and dropped a fist in a slamming motion, causing one of the rosebushes to uproot itself and leap towards those trying to save the Heartslabyul leader.

You dropped to the ground, hands covering your ears as you shut your eyes tightly. At the first sight of Riddle, at his transformation, everything had ceased to be. Your progress in recovering, your calm demeanor towards this "Twisted Wonderland", your semi-friendly actions towards the students who sneered at you, and even your attempts at befriending the Heartslabyul members. It all came crashing down, and all you could feel was the ghost of of a fire encircling your body, and the quick flashed of those in your own twisted Wonderland coming back to haunt you.

You couldn't escape them, could you?

"Hey, HEY!" Someone put a hand on your shoulder, causing you to scream and jerk away. You opened your eyes in panic, which allowed you another glimpse of the Ruthless Tyrant, and only made you panic more, your chest heaving from gasped breaths.

The man who had touched you looked concerned- and rightfully so- at your wide eyes, paled skin, and wet eyes "Hey, stay with us, please," Ace begged "We need all the help we can get."

But you would be no help here.

You gave one final look to the Blotted Riddle...surprisingly, he looked back at you, his eyes narrowed with hatred and disgust.

They looked just like her eyes...

Everything went dark.

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.

Riddle sat in a chair next to the mysterious student's bed, his gaze focused on a small piece of hair laying on the floor underfoot. He looked like shit, to say the least. He held bags under his eyes, and his skin was several shades paler than it normally was. He had just been released by the nurse a day ago, following the incident with his overblotting.

There was a slight shuffling sound, and Riddle looked up hopefully, expecting to see you awake and fine. But no such luck. It was only your shoulder twitching in your sleep.

Riddle would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in you from the beginning. The sheer amount of terror in your eyes as you stepped foot into the Heartslabyul's territory (as told to him from Ace) was something to behold. And, also according to Ace and Deuce, you had some....issues...with cards and a certain "Wonderland". And he felt like shit about it all. He had known, even from just a gut feeling, that there was something going on with you. He could tell that much just from looking at the deep, darkened burn scars that flashed underneath your sleeved, that showed whenever the leg of your pants raised up a little bit above your ankle.

And he had played into that terror. He had made you get worse, and you were still in the nurse's office, recovering from the "incident".

"I'm sorry," he said softly, reaching out a hand to pat your arm gently. An apology was all he could muster at the moment.

But, to be sure, he would make up for everything when you woke up.

If you woke up.

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.

[heademptie]

Scrapes and Bruises

CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFAE III (2023) DRABBLE HANDLER! READER, UNDECIDED/READER: 

cw: mentions of death, hospitals. mild depictions of violence (one punch is thrown) mentions of mental illness (PTSD). [I don't know if there other warnings I should add]

a/n: the writing is incosistent because the idea got away from me a bit. unedited ramblings. there are definatly military and medical inacuraces, and if i make this a proper fic/fic series there will be more. im leaning towards making this a price x reader fic because he's my recent brainrot. the title is also subject to change.

   Handler! Reader who used to work in the field until they suffered an injury that made active field work too difficult, instead taking up a desk job, occasionally training recruits in the basics. Handler! Reader works hard, doing the rare, simple job out in the field, and eventually gets promoted to a handler position. A contact for soldiers doing confidential, dangerous work. Reader is good at their job, their innate healthy (not so healthy) amount of paranoia serves to keep themselves and their charges safe. Theres been close calls, and severe injuries (one charge lost an limb, another's lungs will never recover, and of course the PTSD almost all have), but only three have died in their eight years (almost nine) as a handler. Some cases lasted a few months, others years. 

   It’s after a four year long case, a pair of soldiers are finally able to go home, they wear new scars and their bodys have new aches. The paperwork is all done, the soldiers have been checked over and given well deserved time off and counselling. Reader gets them settled, hands them off to the person who helps them readjust to society, offers (like every time) for them to call if they need. But like every time, they nod to be polite and don’t take Reader up, wanting to cut ties from the time spent isolated. 

   Reader gets a call then, asking them to be the handler for a new soldier, one who hasn’t done this type of work before. The isolation that rots away at soldiers' minds. So they agree, they’ve always been the best at handling the newbies. A file is sent over in an email, the soldiers information inside, along with a brief explanation of circumstances. A K.I.A case, these ones needed to be handled carefully. 

   Handler!Reader arrives at a military hospital, always hating being here, always being the bad guy here, and the place is in a bit of a flurry. They’re dressed in fatigues, blending in to the soldiers and medics around. It's easy to spot the team they’ll have to pry a comrade from, be the bringer of grief and mourning, and it kills a bit of them too. They wait off to the side, speaking with a nurse absently, actively avoiding looking at the team. They already look defeated, hollow and angry and, much to Readers juxtaposing relief and dread, hopeful. After a while, Reader makes their way past the team, escorted by a nurse through a set of doors separating dire patients from their concerned teams, friends, family. 

   They get to the Sargents room, Sargent MacTavish, he’s surrounded by doctors and nurses, all fluttering to keep him stable. It feels pervasive, it always does, to watch him be sewn together, hear the shriek beeps that monitor his heart, to watch him die. Except he’s not actually dying, not currently anyways, it's all a show, John MacTavish is currently unconscious in front of them, peacefully asleep as a play of chaos happens around him. Armed with a surgical mask and latex gloves, they slip into the chaos easily, grab their dead soldier's hand and squeeze it. A comfort more for them than him. Reader slips a note between his teeth and cheek, laminated to avoid damage before he can read it and uses a sharpie to mark the inside of his left bicep. A subtle way to let the morgue know not to autopsy.

   They leave the room the same time as the rest of the medics, departing in a flurry of movement, they pass the team again as the doctor in charge approaches. She delivers the news with practised sympathy, giving them a beat before leading them to where Sargent MacTavish lay dead. If they check, his heart won’t be beating, his skin won’t be as warm, he’ll look dead, he’ll feel dead too.

    (“Let them say goodbye.” “What?” “The only way I take this job, be a handler, is if they can say goodbye.” “It will put them in danger.” “Let the people they leave behind say goodbye.” “We can’t-” “The only way.” “Fine.”)

   He’s cremated, they typically are, and his ashes are spread somewhere Reader hasn't been. Handler! Reader takes Johnny there. They wait for him to get his bearings, patient as he processes what he’s been told. 

   (“‘M no’ dead.” “Literally? No, of course not. Officially? Time of death eighteen, thriteen.” “An’ ma team?” “Alive and, well not well, but physically they’re relatively unharmed.” “Relatively?” “Scrapes and bruises, Sargent MacTavish. Just scrapes and bruises.” “I wa’ shot.” “Yes.” “In the’ head?” “Yes.” “Bu’ ‘m alive.” “Sargent-” “Johnny.” “Johnny, give me your hand please.” “Wha’ for?” “...There it is.” “Wha’?” “Your pulse, steady and strong. Exceptional for a dead man.” “...” “...” “Ya do this alo’?” “Job of the Ferryman, Johnny. Job of the Ferryman.”)

   They watch from afar, safely hidden in tall grass looking through a sniper's scope. Reader purposefully ignores the shake in Johnny's shoulders, does not comment when his hand covers his mouth and a muffled, near silent, cry barely reaches their ears. 

   Handler! Reader has to pull him away, covering his mouth just in case he calls out to them, he doesn’t thankfully, he doesn’t fight as hard as others do, some part of him resigned to this new work.

   (“They won’t want to go, they’ll fight you.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. It’s not the kindness you think it is.” “It can be.” “It can also be a torture.” “I know.” “No,” “Yes, sir, yes I do know. They will fight and kick and scream and beg. But there will be some, if only just one, who will be thankful. And the ones who don’t make it, because that's something I have to accept, that there will be casualties, no matter how good they are, how good I am. They will remember that they got to say goodbye. At the end of the day it’s just scrapes and bruises.” “Your hearts’ too big for this.” “Nah, I’ve lost just enough of it.”)

   Handler!Reader gets him far enough away, safe for him to scream and grieve without an audience. That's where he hits them, a solid punch to the jaw and more yelling before he just collapses to his knees in the stony dirt. Little pebbles try to dig into the fabric and flesh over his knees, and Reader joins him, sits with their arms around their knees and looking out into the distance while Johnny composes himself. Their jaw aches and they only rub it slightly, curiously pressing on the forming bruise, a hum that sounds awfully like admiration taking Johnny's attention. It takes a half hour, forty-one minutes to be precise, for them to get moving. Johnny apologises on the way to the car.

   (“‘M, ach, ‘m sorry fer…” “Nothing to apologise for, Johnny.” “No, really, ‘m sorry. Ye dinnae deserve,” “Scrapes and bruises, Johnny, it's just scrapes and bruises.”)

a/n: yeeaah, this is gonna be a proper fic eventually

[universallytravelerpirate]

The Death Mark brainrot has finally got me so have some memes I've done for discord lol

+ the two photos alone

hope to do more in the future lol

[11thsdoctress]

“my point is...” [reader x Doctor]

Fandom: Doctor Who

Ship: 11th Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 1144 words

Summary: After countless adventures with the Doctor, and an incident that left you mildly injured, He orders you to stay at home, but you kinda disobeyed, since you had nothing to do, which leads to a surprise when you get home.

Warnings: none that I can think of

(a/n: it’s my first fanfic after literal *years* of not writing stories and I have been on multiple brainrot runs, and I thought, might as well write one for one of my favorite characters of all time, hope what i wrote isn’t too terrible, happy reading!)

Your adventures with the Doctor were never described as “normal”, truth be told it’s far from the norm, and most of the thrilling adventures were fun, some of the time they were dangerous, but both of you and the Doctor knew that.

Being with the Doctor would also include some near-death experiences, and meeting otherworldly beings, but what you weren’t prepared for was the emotional bond with the Doctor, you thought it wouldn’t go further than a platonic friendship, but yet, here you are, slowly developing more feelings for him, caring for him, more than a friend would care. You admired the Doctor after all, but unsure of what would happen or how would he feel if or when he finds out, and afraid of the change that could happen and what would he say to you.

However, after a certain incident that happened last week, where there were claw marks on your arm, and some cuts on your neck and face, it sounded serious for a bit, but thanks to the Doctor’s medicine and supplies in the TARDIS, your wounds were almost fully healed.

You wanted to go on more adventures out there, insisting and trying to convince the Doctor that you were completely fine, and the wounds you had were not that serious at all, but He was still adamant in his decision that he told you to stay at home, without any further explanation aside from the incident last week, It was “Doctor’s orders” apparently.

This made you question if you were still needed by him, or if you were just a burden to him, after all, it was your fault for being careless while helping the Doctor, all you wanted to do was help but you got injured in the end, and there was a pang of lingering guilt by making him worry about you when he was patching you up in the infirmary. You hated this feeling every time it came into mind, but it was worse today, considering the length of action he had to do, which ended up with his decision for you to stay at home.

It’s been a couple of days since the Doctor left to go on some space adventure without you, it was unusual for him to go on adventures solo, and insisted for you to stay behind in your house.

A few minutes passed since midnight, and you were on the way back from working late, obviously kind of disobeying the Doctor’s orders but you couldn’t help it, you had nothing to do, and it’s extra cash, so why the hell not?

These thoughts wander as the night during the walk home seemed darker than usual as you were trying to get your mind off the Doctor, worried that he was going to be gone for another day, or worse, something bad had happened to him. 

Fumbling your hands in the pockets of your coat, looking for the keys to your house, as you were a minute away from the front door, there was a certain feeling in your gut that something was different. 

You stopped at the front door of your house, and saw a folded piece of paper taped on the door, a bit concerned, you grabbed the paper carefully, before looking around, making sure no one watching. Opening the paper, there were only two words written on the paper,

“Missed Me?” 

Nervously, you rush to grab the keys, and as soon as you tried to insert the keys into your door, it suddenly opened and you were pulled in and pinned against the wall by the Doctor with some mild scratches and cuts on his face, accompanied by his messy, disheveled hair.

It took you a while to calm down and catch your breath, but after you do so, your faces were inches away,

“I thought I told you to stay at home,” he says as he looks into your eyes.

“I’m a grown adult, I can take care of myself.” you retorted as you rolled your eyes

“Still, I can’t have you running around and potentially lose you when I’m not with you.” He leaned his forehead against yours as he relaxes a bit, “At least I can relax now, knowing you’re safe and sound here, with me” 

“What do you mean?” you ask, confused by his sudden sentiment and bravery, you weren’t used to him telling you that he wasn’t relaxed when you were not around.

“Look, ever since last week, I regrettably put you in harm’s way and I realized I can’t live with the fact or bear the thought of losing you because of my irresponsibility.” he explained, “And because of that, I decided to tell you to stay here, even though it hurts every single time I had to leave to venture off out there without you, and I also regret that decision.” He looks down and you could feel the pain and guilt that was in him. “I hated the fact that every time I found something or the times I wanted a second thought or someone to share ideas, I turn around and forgot that you weren’t there.”

“So what’s your point, Doctor?” you look at him and cupped his cheeks, making him look into your eyes, looking at his, there was a hint of nervousness in his mind.

“My point is..” he sighs and closes his eyes before closing the distance by placing his lips onto yours, he was gentle but there was a mix of aggression like he was waiting for this moment for a long time. After a moment of processing, you slowly kissed back, and he was continuing this kiss by going deeper and letting his hands roam from your wrists to your waist, slowly caressing and pulling you closer even more, before snaking one of his arms around your waist and the other hand holding the back of your head.

After a while, you both pulled away, both trying to catch your breaths after the moment, he looks at you again, “the question now is, are you okay with this?” he asked, wanting confirmation, “This being, You, and Me, together.” He said as he held your face.

“You should know by now Doctor, I would like this, you and me together.” You repeated his line as your hand played with his hair, making him release all the tension he had built in him.

“I love you so much.” He says as he smiled and looks at you before kissing you on your forehead, cheeks, lips, and neck.

He pulls away but still held your hand as he planted one more kiss on the top of your hand, “Shall we?” he gestures to the TARDIS that was parked in the living room. You nodded and smiled as you followed him to the next adventure, wherever and, or whenever.

(a/n: again, i hope it’s not too terrible, i wanna try writing more again, since i kinda rediscovered why i liked storytelling, but yeah, hope you enjoyed this read!)

[accultant]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･hyperactive hornets in my lungs ~ Dragon Age verse !

details of Iago's Dragon Age verse below bc i have DA brainrot again ➷

The Darlington family was small but content in their small but content town, too quaint to even be recognized by name. When the Fifth Blight hit, it was run through without much fanfare or remorse. Iago was visited by a spirit while they huddled with their family, praying to whomever would listen. It promised to save Iago's family, to give Iago themselves the power to do so, for nothing in return but a space beside their soul, just a little real estate, it's not as if they needed all that room for themselves anyway -

They were young and staring death in the face. It was hardly a question.

They don't remember everything that Chaos did once Iago gave their body to it, but they know a path of violet flames was carved through their hometown, giving only Iago and their brother an escape from the Darkspawn, and devouring everything else.

They traveled aimlessly for some time, Iago learning to live with the spirit they hosted and the effect it had on their magic. Chaos made them stronger, more powerful, but wildly unpredictable and volatile at times, their emotions often amplified by another soul beating up against theirs, crammed into one, small, scared body.

Puck and Iago scraped by with some less-than-savory work, starting as cutpurses and young thieves, eventually blossoming into an assassin and an information broker respectively in Kirkwall. It wasn't pretty, but they were at least getting back on their feet.

It came to a screeching halt Iago's talents were discovered and they were taken to a strict Circle against their will, where they stayed secluded for years, keeping Chaos a secret and festering in unrest and homesickness without their brother, who would join the Grey Wardens while they were away.

They tried their best to stay unnoticed, quiet, but their volatile magic acted out one too many times and they were eventually sentenced to the Rite of Tranquility. It was meant to blindside them, to subdue the wild mage quickly with a single notice to their only remaining family and nothing more, but they discovered what was planned for them and Chaos couldn't sit by. Once again, there were gaps in their memory of this escape, but they remember a brand, screaming, dead templars, broken mages, and stumbling out of the circle into their brother's arms with their connection to the fade miraculously still intact.

With Chaos making itself known and their violent escape from the circle, Iago became a highly wanted apostate. Their life turned into an endless cycle of panic and paranoia, running away and mercilessly cutting down any Templars who got too close. They traveled with Puck until he went missing, seemingly disappearing in the middle of the night, along with the other Grey Wardens. Now, they can be found anywhere across the map, searching for their brother and trying to survive.

━━━━━ ★. *･｡ﾟ✧⁺

TL;DR Iago shares their body with a spirit of Chaos. They kept this a secret until the circle they had been kept in attempted to make them Tranquil. They attacked the circle and escaped, marking themselves as a highly sought after apostate. Now, they remain on the run and search for their brother, one of the missing Grey Wardens. NOTE !! I am hoping to avoid any and all spoilers for Veilguard until the game is released so I can play it as blindly as possible ! Please keep this in mind <3

a billion thanks to @skyheld for helping me figure this out and yapping with me ^-^

[embersofhope-if]

mc details? 👀👀

omg i cant believe i havent done this yet

now time for mc details😋

Mc's birthday is August 13th

Theyre a Leo😏

Mc looks a lot like their Father but they have their Mothers eyes

When they were fourteen, they managed to sprain their ankle the night before the reaping when they were out with Ash, and it never properly healed

After Ash died Mc spent a lot of nights on top of the belltower in the middle of District 8 instead of their normal spot because it hurt too much to be there without Ash

Mc has top marks in all of their classes☝️

Theres a little cat bed for Hope in their closet but Hope normally just sleeps in Mcs bed

Mc is an enneagram type 4(yes, i did just retake the test for every character, including some of the other tributes. I've got brainrot for my own game, leaving me alone🙄)

Mcs tribute token is a bracelet from their Father (...it may or may be a lily of the valley bracelet)

Mc and their Mother actually used to be pretty close, but when they were about nine, something changed, and they grew distant

the first time Mc went back to the Capitol since Ashs death they were very shocked to find that they somehow have fans

Mc met Snow once, but it was before he was president and incredibly brief

This is less of a detail, but Mc was about 4 when Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes happened, and it absolutely blows my mind

You can pick Mcs' weapon of choice, but i will say they are a natural with a knife, and its kinda scary☝️(a certian district partner finds it attractive, tho😏)

When they were younger, Mc was for sure the kid that always tried to hang out with the adults anytime they were supposed to be playing with other kids

Mc has been drunk before😋

Regardless of whether or not you romance Creon Mc will always keep any letters they've gotten from them

Calliope has a hundred percent found the stash of letters and read through them (mc caught her, and it ended with mc having a black eye, and Calliope got a busted lip)

Mc is naturally a very caring person, but you get to decide whether or not the fully show it

i have no idea why but Mc will forever feel like the moon to me

they cannonically have a gorgeous smile (not sorry about it😋)

Mc also fully believes nobody ever really listens to what they're saying, but it is quite literally the exact opposite. they've just got this energy where you feel compelled to listen to them (they get it from their dad🤞)

you get to pick Mcs main hobby but they also know how to play the paino. it was something their mother taught them when they were young

when mc was ten, they "ran away" but came back a couple hours later because it started to snow, and they literally didn't have a coat. They thought nobody in their family noticed, but Soren had a full force of peacekeepers looking for them while Ione went out herself to look for them. When everyone was back home, they all acted like nothing happened.

Mcs room has one of the best views in the entire District

not a detail, but i know that Sejanus and Mc would've been besties, and nobody can convince me otherwise

[crazylittlejester]

DAILY BRAINROT

I'm trying to type this all out before my oven finishes preheating, and I have to put the bread in.

Reading a Dead Dove for the first time. I swear it was an accident. That tag wasn't there when I started. My college friends can never find out about this. It's like that one post about the devil's sacrament... if you saw me in the comments section, no you didn't.

(Okay, but for real, it's actually super good and I do trust the author to not obliterate me with The Horrors.)

Anyway, onto business. Warriors would have Dolly Parton baking mixes in his pantry. Sky probably borrows them if he visits. I think they can both, bake/cook, but have a harder time making things from scratch. I mean, I've been doing it for a while because that's how a lot of country folk are raised, but it's still tricky. They are 100% taking full advantage of the baking aisle at the store.

That's all I've got today because I maybe ran myself into the ground running errands today.

Dead Dove fics are weird because sometimes its the most insane graphic thing you’ve ever read in your life but the author used it as a tag to mean “hey this fic is just hardcore explicit stuff” and didn’t tag half the explicit events and then you’re left shocked shitless and traumatized because the fic included crazy shit you never saw coming because it simply wasnt tagged, and OTHER times people actually use it to mean what it was originally meant to, which is basically “Warning: What it says on the tin is ACTUALLY what’s in the tin”. Like i’ve seen the tag incorrectly used before in place of other tags that really shouldve been in there 😭 Which defeats the whole reference??? Like i feel like you can’t tag a fic Dead Dove and then not tag all the other things there are tags for that SHOULD be tagged. Because at that point you’re sticking a dead dove in a bag with a large question mark on it and getting mad at people for being shocked to death when they find the dead dove in the bag that you did not warn them about. but anyways I hope you have fun with ur fic 😭

I feel like Wars is the kinda guy who like, can solidly cook like 3-4 things from scratch, but because he’s always so tired and doesn’t have time it’s hard for him to learn to make new things from scratch. Having something thats half made or comes as a mix would be life changing for him genuinely 😭 Sky DEFINITELY too. I’m not the BEST at cooking, despite desperate attempts to teach me all throughout my childhood 😭 I swear I’d be taught how to make one thing, have it down, and then forget it a month or so later. But hey, I can make rice and I can grill chicken 🫶

i also ran myself into the ground a bit today, which im so genuinely upset about because this was supposed to be a nice day off for me 😭

thanks as always for the brainrot :) i appreciate it

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THERE IS NOT ENOUGH CHANTS OF SENNAAR CONTENT SO TODAY I AM DUMPING SOME OF MY BRAIN INTO A TUMBNLR POST ABOUT IT

Fair warning - This might not be that coherent because I didn't write it as a tumblr post, I just copy pasted the messages I sent a friend about Chants of Sennaar in the middle of the night

SPOILERS AHEAD

Learning the languages in this game is like a really big part of the game, it's even a main focus of the story, but I will be talking a lot about it so if you don't want spoilers you shouldn't tap on the readmore.

YES I CAN SHARE THE BRAINROT

Okay so I've gotta say I love the looks of the languages

They all have their own distinct styles and small deviations in rules that make them unique

In the first level of the tower, you get the Devotees language

They're got a sign for man/human which kinda looks like an L and the signs for specific kinds of people are based off of that L

The sign for devotee is an L with a floating diamond shape - which looks really similar to their sign for god

I think it's interessting to think that the diamond shape represents the word faith, that's why it's so similar for the word god and would technically mean that DEVOTEE is FAITH HUMAN or HUMAN WHO HAS FAITH IN GOD or smth like that

Then there's a word for WARRIOR which also hat the MAN/HUMAN sign but this time instead of a floating diamond shape it has two triangle shapes like >< kind of offset next to it

I think the sharp angles and harsh look of those triangles and the way they're pointed makes it look aggressive and fitting for WARRIOR

later we also find a broken mural which depicts part of a sentence in the DEVOTEES language, a sentence in another language which I think was the BARD language and then a part in the WARRIOR language and basically you learn what that sentence in the BARD language means by cross referencing the parts of the other two languages

Most of the translation comes from the DEVOTEE language but only the word FORTRESS comes from the WARRIOR language

But we actually see part of the word for FORTRESS in the DEVOTEE language, but it is so broken that the game labels it as [INDECIPHERABLE] and doesn't let you mark the word in the notebook that your character uses in game to learn/note/unlock new words/translations

However- the reason I'm mentioning this is because from that broken part of the mural we can guess that the word for FORTRESS would look like the floating triangles from WARRIOR inside of the almost-box that presumably means PLACE

The almost-box shape shows up in other place names too

Notably the word for CEMETERY is the almost-box and the word for DEAD/DEATH inside

The CHURCH is the box with FAITH inside

at least I'm speculating it means faith

So basically CEMETARY is PLACE with DEAD inside and CHURCH is PLACE with FAITH inside

This continues also continues with GARDEN being PLACE with PLANT inside

They also have a specific sign that seems to show that something is a tool of sorts

KEY, DOOR, INSTRUMENT, POTION/FORMULA and POT all have a curved line at the side, which kinda looks like a C

KEY looks like OPEN-TOOL because it's made of OPEN and the TOOL signifier

INSTRUMENT is MUSIC-TOOL

Oh I forgot about LENS which looks like a simple drawing of an eye with the TOOL signifier

So basically Lens is EYE-TOOL

SEARCH/LOOK also has the eye drawing but with a line underneath it

The line seems to be common with verbs I think?

SEEK/WANT CREATE/MAKE LIKE/LOVE all have that line underneath

So basically SEARCH/LOOK is EYE-VERB

And I genuinely think that's neat

Oh the sign for TALK is similar to the sign that is added to MAN/HUMAN in the PREACHER word

So PREACHER is TALKING HUMAN which is funny af

The signs for ME and YOU are also with the MAN/HUMAN shape!

We're all just people :D

OH ABOUT SMILEYS HOW COULD I FORGET

The word for Hello genuinely looks so mu h like a smiley in the DEVOTEE language and it's so adorableeee🥺😭❤️

Oh also the word for GO/PASS looks like a little MAN/HUMAN turned away from a PLACE with a verb-line underneath!!

There also doesn't seem to be a distinction between GO/PASS and COME or LEAVE

So basically GO/PASS is basically MAN/HUMAN COME/GO/LEAVE from/to PLACE

Or MAN/HUMAN doesn't stay in one PLACE

Oh also originally I guessed that the word for POTION/FORMULA meant MEDICINE because it shares a part of its picture with HELP

Actually POTION might just be what they refer to MEDICINE as so not that wrong

They also do not have a distinction between UP/GREAT

So whenever I see one of the DEVOTEES say God is great

Instead of GOD GREAT my brain goes GOD UP

Or it mixes UP and GREAT so I just read GOD GOOD

Lmao get good😎

And that's pretty much most of the DEVOTEE language

Because it's a pretty short game all things considered so we only ever learn small snippets of the language

OH but another thing

The DEVOTEE language is the only one that doesn't have any plural modifier

Like if you want to say PLANTS you just say PLANT PLANT

Or if you want to say WE you say I I

Or you (plural) (uh, y'all?) would be YOU YOU

Or WARRIORS would be WARRIOR WARRIOR

So "The warriors closed the door/gate." would be WARRIOR WARRIOR CLOSE DOOR

There's also no conjugation or past and future tenses or anything but that's with all the languages since it's all simplified for the game

Anyway the DEVOTEE language is very down to earth, they believe in god and they're connected little people that are very down to earth and lead simple lives, so t reflects in their language

The DEVOTEE language also has very organic shapes - there's some sharp corners and some curves and everything has thick lines and looks hand drawn

Now we move on to the WARRIOR language, which in contrast is *all* sharp angles and artificially steady lines, no curves or wobbles or anything at all

Very heavy, they value duty, they don't walk - they march.

It reflects in their language too - they don't have a word for GOD but they have a word for DUTY

Here's a spreadsheet in case you wanna see what the languages look like because I've been talking a lot about them and will continue to do so but it's probably hard to visualize without having seen them

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/u/0/d/1IWZOvCUNrsnOZUd9FG79Pfwx_ZpMhiaI1q3EwQkhjb0/htmlview?pli=1#

Oh and I went back to look for the post I got the spreadsheet from - it's from @asp1diske-art

Thank you for this wonderful resource/compilation, it makes it much easier to take another look at the words and their meanings and which of the languages have a translation in another of the languages!

I'm gonna be honest, despite this post being quite long already, this isn't even all my thoughts on the DEVOTEES and the DEVOTEE language and I'm pretty sure there's some stuff I haven't mentioned yet because it was the middle of the night when I wrote those text messages.

I also haven't gone back and reread anything so there's likely some spelling mistakes but whatever-! I don't care. :)

[fr-likes-chocolate]

Ah yes, au brainrot.

This time it's seasonal with the Nutcracker but Pissa. (spiderbit and quackbur are mentioned but are minor ships because Death Husbands have me in a chokehold)

So Missa is a college student living in the dorms with his roommates being Roier and Quackity

A couple of days before Christmas, the three roommates wake up to find presents from the mysterious dean, three different dolls all dressed in soldiers' attire. The moment the trio asks about it, the rumors fly, talking about being marked by a ‘curse’. The only person who is any help is an older man named Maximus, who told them he and his roommates were marked by the same curse.

“Yeah You three should be careful, my roommates dissappeared christmas morning… something about those dolls- they were obsessed with them, of course my doll was- never mind. I got rid of it before anything happened.”

Roier and Q are horrified and lock their dolls in the closet, Missa doesn’t however, Maximus never said the dolls were bad, and the look in his eyes when he mentioned his doll, dreamy and longing. Missa was curious, so he left his doll in his room and went to bed.

Whispers… he could hear whispers. Now he heard the creek of his door opening. Missa opened his eyes to see a man in soldier attire leave his room.

He crept to the door as the man walked to the closet where Roier and quackity had locked up their dolls. He opened up the doors to let out two men dressed similarly to him.

“Are you two ok?” he asked, “Yes commander, thank you for asking.” the taller one responded. The first man nodded, “you two should get back to your posts, our targets could wake up.”

Ok uh i can't write the rest out as I have procrastinated and its Christmas Eve, but think Nutcracker but with the cubitos :) HOWEVER. If any asks about this enter my inbox, I will anwser them :)

[kirantalks]

Entry number #??

I got absolutely sidetracked with my work, but I'm still sometimes watch bc its purgatory qsmp >:D

So, 17th November would be a big one, eh?

Well, lets talk about qsmp blue team then

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On recent Tubbo's stream he recently had many points of why is the blue team is the cursed team. I wanted all to be true (no, this is not related with I am salty of red team victimised themselves (well maybe a little bit (im biased to qtubbo, none of you can change my mind)))

This is more of a brainrot(?) But I wanted as if when the eye guy announced that team soulgayfire lose... The eye guy also revealing qTubbo's lore, like they announces them like on the introductory video; every single member of qsmp bio was pulled up.

And qtubbo is marked as a resident, but unlike anyone else. Like, the rest of residents past was mostly in federation offices or quesadilla island or so; qTubbo was not. Instead, he was originated in egg island, with the other eggs. More brainrot again, he was introduced as a representative of the egg island, with mission to return the eggs back to egg island, an egg who hatched and care for the unhatched ones. This is why qtubbo had been in ice chamber, because federation wanted everyone to stay on quesadilla island, and the eggs are a good motivation to do so.

The place they had purgatory were not in egg island, but a transit unnamed island. And because the eye guy knows about qtubbo so late, the eye guy began to make sure that both this guy and qtubbo quest was done. Which to make sure the islanders were split and to take eggs back to egg island.

The cursed team? There was none, because the cursed team is the egg team, and qtubbo is a representation, both of the blue team, and the egg team.

There was four teams playing, despite only three was seen.

Red team, Green team, Blue team, and Egg team. By making qTubbo upset, is upsetting the Egg team. And so, when the federation knows about this purgatory event, it was over. Qtubbo and the eggs were dispatched back to egg island and the rest was still in purgatory, where Cucurucho will swoop in and return the islanders back to quesadilla island. Of course, qtubbo before being transported would say about its not fair and such, and saying how he like the residents more now, but the eye guy won't budge, saying that the rest of the islanders are trouble for the eggs.

Just imagine how will the rest would react, seeing video of qtubbo and their eggs on a more exotic island, filled with nothing but good things and the biome was so good. There's a big island for every single biome, even for machineries and a center one which had like nest place, and on the nest was egg shells that belongs to qtubbo before he had hatched. The island don't have any hostile mobs, and the little guys like Trousers & co. was their helpers to make sure they were warm, and safe.

Not to mention if there's more than just the islanders eggs on that egg islands. But much much more, like you have one with flower in its head, one with a party hat, one with sunglasses at its head. A sign that qtubbo read also says one thing. On the egg island, they don't need to be so worried about death, because they doesn't have limitations; unlike in quesadilla island where they have to stick with two canon death only. Oh what if Trumpets, Tilin, Juanaflippa, and Bobby are on that island too, god this is too much copium for me to even proofread it

And the video ended, they were miserable and wanting to take qtubbo and all the eggs back to quesadilla island. But they're now back in square one; alone in quesadilla island, now without qtubbo.

And if Fred asking them where the young engineer went? Saying that the bear loves him, the bear wanted to meet qtubbo?

Damn, I need to incorporate this to story sometimes but I don't have the time nor the brains

[anrisimps]

Polysoos

Soos brainrot intensifies

Krs traced the barely there wrinkles on his skin, the aging marks spanning over his entire body just as record starts playing on loop. Unbeknownst to him, the frown on his face eases up when his hyungs' smiling faces appear before his eyes. They looked young.

He had finally grown older than them.

"So are you happy now?

Finally happy now, are you?

Though I'm the same old me

I feel like I've lost everything"

His vision spins just as the memory of the monster attack resurfaces and he manages to suppress the nausea that came with it. It had become easier to do so after doing the same thing for a decade.

His attention reverts back to the wrinkle he found on his hand. It was inconspicuous but it was there. He was getting old.

He rarely took any days off and it was even rarer for him to pay attention to his body. Perhaps that was why he never noticed all those aging marks. He goes over each and every one of them, steadfastly ignoring all the scars he got from using Instant. These scars weren't important. It didn't have anything to do with them.

"He didn't have laugh lines despite how much he liked to laugh," krs muttered dazedly, looking at cjs' picture hanging on the wall.

Cjs' smile used to light up the entire room, especially when it was directed at him and their hyung.

The same smile which he will never get to see again.

Cjs was smiling so brightly, looking more youthful than krs had felt in the entire decade. After staring for a brief moment, comparing the Choi Jung Soo in his memories with the one in the picture, his gaze shifted to the other end, completely skipping over his self - sandwiched unwillingly between both of them- to his hyung Team Leader nim.

The man was older than them when he was alive.

Kim Rok Soo had finally outgrown his hyung.

"Farewell's a warning (I could hear it calling)

Gone by the morning (I wake up to longing for you)"

'His age had begun to catch up with him,' Rok soo spied on the crow's feet creeping up on the edge of lsh's eyes, making him appear much more softer, quite unbefitting of a man of his authority (yet it made him appear more approachable- a feat Rok Soo could only hope to dream about after a decade of acting as his successor)

"I know it takes eternity, but I believe I'll see you again"

Krs didn't have laugh lines or crow's feet- he rarely smiled. His face seemed to be set in stone as his colleagues liked to quote.

The increasingly apathetic look in his eyes and sunken eye bags were probably the only thing which indicated his age (his wounds took longer and longer to heal now. Perhaps, one day he might just bleed to death,  giving up his life to save another soul. One who wouldn't be as miserable as himself. One who would have something, someone, to look forward to in their life. Not like Rok Soo who was barely hanging on to his life by a thread - the promise he made to his hyung. The last promise he ever made)

"I remember someone once told me that memories stay till the end

Even the small passing moments forever etched in my hands

Though it's been a while since we parted"

Unwittingly, he was once again in the battle field, standing above their corpses. He remembered holding them, remembered yelling at them to wake up, remembered blanking out when their increasingly cold hands fell out of his grasp. Sometimes he felt like he never woke up again after that. 

"Being alive is the best Rok Soo-yah"

Shaking his head to dispel the unwanted memories away, he looked at the picture again. To his muted relief  they looked much happier, hardly resembling the corpses which still haunted him on particularly bad days. He could see their eyes shining with vitality, their bodies robust and so alive. 

"I'll see you again, forever in our memories

Forever young

Forever we're young"

Once upon a time Rok Soo had secretly wished to grow old with them, to share the small joys of life with each other, to live their life to the best - as best as the world allowed them, to retire after some years and slack farm at cjs' ancestral house.

Who knew his wish would remain just a wish while he spent years yearning for something that was never meant to be his?

"If this is but a nightmare, don't wake me up, I'll stay here"

[starsreminisce]

I don't typically delve into many theories, and when I do, I usually keep them to myself because, honestly, I have that much faith in the author to craft the story much better than I can. However, Elucien has pretty much become my brainrot, so here we are with theories and fanfics!

Below is my HoFAS Bingo Card!

While I hadn't initially considered rereading ToG, I'm starting to feel like maybe I should at least read ToD and KoA. If I find the time for it, I suppose.

Anyway, today marks the beginning of my ACOTAR and CC reread! I'm having trouble deciding whether to place ACOSAF after ACOWAR or between the two CC books. After HOEAB for that breather and give that illusion of time passing but it's so short ...

I love how, as a collective, we all subscribe to the "no body, no death" rule for Cormac haha.

Lord, help me understand the whole First Light Second Light concept because that just flew over my head when I first read it. Bryce's power also just flew over my head.

Also, going to be looking for some things pertaining to Lucien (duh), Elriel (because apparently, if I dig deep and really look for it, it's there), Multiverse ideas, etc.

I've got my Notion Board for my annotated notes all set up. I've requested Thursday and Friday off since my book will hopefully deliver that Wednesday. Hopefully, I get to pick up on more things!