#the brainrot consumed me

[sweetgrimm]

So, um, @naffeclipse, @chaotikanvas I know that it's technically mermay, but can we make an exception for mothmay? This has been sitting in my drafts for months and I'm finally feeling good enough about it to throw it out here. Needless to say that you guys really inspired me with your discussions and the brainrot CONSUMED ME. So here's a little mothman y/n and cryptid Eclipse bit as a result.

Moonlight dances through the leaves, casting shadows across the forest floor as you bounce from tree limb to tree limb. The night is quiet aside from the chorus of evening bugs. That’s normal. Nothing ever happens in these woods. Not since you’ve been here. Nope. Nothing ever changes. Well, excluding the occasional stray pet, but those never come this deep in the woods.

Doesn’t matter. You pause in your travels to spy a rabbit rustling through leaf litter. Its ears swivel in constant surveillance. It’s risky for such a small critter to be out so late, and it’s an opportunity you can’t pass up. Not this late in the season.

It freezes, turning its head towards some unseen threat before scampering away. Oh well. You’re not too desperate.

Resuming your travel, you begin to glide between the larger trees. The brisk wind whispers past your wings with a comfortable normalcy. Everything is just like it’s supposed to be.

Until…

The rustling of leaves much too large to be a rabbit and much too loud to be a deer causes you to pause. Perhaps a human. But it’s very dark. And cold. Humans don’t like either of those. Perhaps your curiosity will be the death of you one day.

You follow the noise, landing on an old oak as a silhouette emerges. It’s… almost human-like, but not quite. It travels through the leaves slowly, methodically, like it’s looking for something. Roosting down on the limb, you watch. It steps around roots and other debris, trying to move with a sense of stealth. It moves away from you, head swiveling back and forth.

Ghostly white eyes meet yours. Unease taints your mood, but the light is far more alluring.

“Hello!” You call out. “Hello there!”

The eyes tilt and the silhouette comes closer. It’s not a human. Its face it too round, a perfect circle. Those beautiful eyes are much too large. Plus, humans aren’t metal. That’s one thing you know for sure. But... this metal thing looks so sad. Its clothes hang pitifully, scorched and melted. A burned ratty nightcap sits atop its round head.

“Are you…okay?” you ask the glowing eyes.

It recoils slightly.

“Are you lost? Oh- I can help you! I know these woods like the back of my hand. I can show you the way out,” you say proudly, flaring your wings.

The red glow of your own eyes illuminates the stiff grinning crescent moon of a face. The scorched material is static as it speaks. “You would help us?”

“Of course!” You chirp. “I’ve got nothing better to do and you look like you could use a helping hand. I mean- no offense, but you look like you’ve been through it.”

The machine rubs a finger across its soot-covered chest. “Perhaps.” Its glowing eyes scrutinize you for a moment. “We would be grateful, but is it not a bit late for you to be out?”

You turn to the horizon and stifle a gasp. Whisps of pink dot the edges of the sky, promising the sun’s return. Right. You’ve spent most the night searching for more materials fortifying your nest for the winter.

“It’s fine. It’s not too far,” you say, masking your hesitation. Humans follow the daylight. Humans bring hunters.

“It’s not safe to travel in the daytime,” it echoes your inner concerns. “It will be easier to travel at night.”

“I mean, you’re welcome to spend the day at my nest,” you offer. You’ve never had any welcome visitors, but that doesn’t mean you’re not open to the idea. “I’ll show you the way.”

Stretching your legs, you flap your wings and join your newfound companion on the ground. And- oh goodness. The strange machine steps back and cranes its spindly neck to meet your eyes again. The poor thing barely reaches your chest. Warmth tints your cheeks as you process how oddly cute this thing is. And those eyes. Sheesh, you’re getting carried away with yourself.

Before you can do something to embarrass yourself, you spin around and start walking in the direction of your self-proclaimed home. “This way.”

A moon-cast shadow falls on your feet as the strange metal thing matches your pace. You glance back. It walks with its arms limply at its sides, its head cocks to the side in response to your staring.

“Sorry.” You turn your gaze away sharply. “I like lights- all my kind do. Kind of a given, you know? And your eyes are just so pretty with how they glow! Oh, most light from humans are so harsh, but your eyes are soft and gentle. I could look at them all night.”

It takes you a moment for your words to come back to you and even longer to notice that your companion has paused. Surely your cheeks are as red as your eyes by the fierceness of your blush. Your wings wrap around your shoulders and waist as if that would make you disappear. To say you’re embarrassed is an understatement.

“I’m so sorry,” you say after fumbling around for several moments. “I never have anyone to talk to. I guess I get carried away…”

Unbeknownst to you, the demon within the vessel writhes in confusion (and a healthy dose of fluster but they’re ignoring that). Your behavior has left them baffled. How do you not see what they are? Do you just not care? “It’s alright.”

Your nervous rambling pauses. A hesitant smile spreads across your still flush face.  “I…I meant what I said though,” you laugh nervously. “Your eyes are pretty.”

The demon stands silent for another moment. “Thank you.”

This time, your smile is bright with excitement. Your wings flare out and in the blink of an eye, you’re gliding through the tree tops, calling for him to follow.

And they do. The sound of your thrilled heartbeat lures them deeper into the quiet forest.

[gaypeople]

GOD'S OWN COUNTRY 2017 | dir. Francis Lee

[bleepzip]

soft ᡣ𐭩

[puckspoetry]

[madeleinefjall]

wandering back to the ship

[tubbytarchia]

Doc and Jimmy brainrot part 1 lmao oh no

Basically "What if Doc was in the Life games and Jimmy triggered his parental instincts again". You guys will see my vision. I don't care what it takes. You will see this very specific vision I have god damn it if it's the last thing I do

This is all I have to use as propaganda right now but some ideas and justification below cut!!

Been imagining a lot of Doc/Jimmy interactions both in a traffic and HC context, both of which I'd love to draw for but obvs this for now is 3rd life and I want to draw a little something for each Life series. You'll see!!

The general idea is inspired by a moment from one of the Decked Out streams in which Jimmy calls for Etho and Doc's all "you're triggering my parental instinct... I wanna take you into my hand and take you to a safe place" yep that's it that's the whole inspiration!!

Jimmy deserves love and he does get it to various degrees ofc (Tango, Bad Boys etc) but man... It's so fun to me to imagine Doc in traffic, I think he claimed that he didn't want to be part of the life games because he was afraid of being too competitive (or so I heard), but god it's so fun to imagine big scary mad scientist goat man in that scenario and him probably going at it on his own a lot of the time, but this god forsaken mf Jimmy knows exactly how to unintentionally trigger his parental instincts. I want Doc to subtly take Jimmy under his wing especially as Jimmy keeps dying first. So maybe Jimmy is a bit incompetent and loud as far as he knows, but he sees that he's trying his best and the dad in him can't help but intervene just a tiny bit (and I do mean just a tiny bit) as the games go on. Yes I'm just gonna shove Doc into the Life Games just because I wish this dynamic could have happened and I beg you to put up with it!!

For the above drawing specifically since, sigh, I'm slow and that's all I have to offer rn... it's of course 3rd life, starting off. I imagine Jimmy's wings sprouting during that, because the whole "canary curse" began with the Life Games etc. And this post isn't about FH but just for context as I imagine it, Scott who doesn't like unpredictability convinces him to clip his wings (thanks Bree) because Jimmy's not a proper avian (unlike Grian who has a more "airborne" body, bird feet etc rather than just... wings) and he'd never be able to take flight anyway, those wings would only encumber him. (And then Jimmy keeps clipping them himself until DL Ranchers but cough this post isn't about that). I imagine the avians (for my specific roster, just Grian) have their wings magically clipped anyway just enough to prevent flight and make the games fair. Doc ofc isn't avian himself but he knows that Grian greatly frowns upon the act of willingly clipping wings so when he sees that Jimmy's quickly growing wings have been clipped as well, he can't help but ask, because why would that be necessary while his wings are so small anyway? And Jimmy's response triggers a wee bit of fatherly concern in him but thats it for 3rd life woo

For the rest I just wanna draw more tiny moments of interaction until I get to Secret Life, I guess!! The brainrot is really fucking strong guys

[whaalless]

Small Destiny doodle dump + wip for a bigger drawing I’m working on

[a-lonelydrawer]

The (Ninja) Poet 🌹

[strugglingsapphic]

Bridget and Red pulling up to the family day croquet game in shades and matching croquet outfits, flanked by 2 flamingos and some card knights ready as fuck to show Auradon how Wonderland plays fucking croquet (they absolutely crush it btw, cheering WAY too loud when they beat the charming family)

(Chloe is snapping pictures all day because regardless of the fact that she lost, she cannot believe how cute her gf and bridget are, and she's so proud of how far Red has come in healing and accepting this version of her mom)

[serendipnpipity]

flipped the script a little bit

inspired by my fic, "Legends of the Light of Heart"

[tearsjuiice]

Something something that one page from The book of Bill where Ford and Bill go out drinking. An event that occured that night out 👀❓

The brain rot of this relationship is getting to me like its INSANE!

[deviantplum]

Bill: So, my boyfriend said he never wanted to see me again, and then tried to banish me, but it's not like it's OVER over. He's just in a mood.

Theraprism Therapist: Ok, and what makes you feel like it's not really over?

Bill: We just really get each other you know? We have our problems, but in the end, we're all each other's really got. He'll come around.

Stanford: [banging on the glass outside the room] Bill! Stop telling people I'm your boyfriend!

Theraprism Therapist: Sir, please, it shouldn't even be possible for you to be in this dimension, but regardless, this is a private session.

[logicpng]

taking a break

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[akantorrr]

The Goldfish and The Kraken

Speedpaint and alternate versions under the cut :>

I really, REALLY could not decide if I liked the blue version more than the black and white ;w; I am suffering, they both look really gooddd

[pixiest1cks]

i'd like to think no matter where he's at in his life, dottore likes to ramble as he works.

no matter if he's prime, or the more ill-tempered scholar from the akademiya or even omega build, dottore quietly mumbles as a habit when he's working.

some things he says aloud are just to commit certain details to memory. in the grander scheme of his plans, the details seem small-- but they hold a crucial grip on the entire project. because of this, dottore reasons that the habit holds its merits.

sometimes, he makes sarcastic remarks when something doesn't go well. short, choppy words that mostly go unheard even by those in his general vicinity. when you first worked under him, he had mumbled to himself like usual (it was second nature at that point). what he hadn't expected though, were your responses.

"stupid thing tightly screwed--"

"do you need a wrench, sir?"

before he could respond, you had one held and ready to hand to him. from then on, you would help him out here and there in his more foul moods and dottore would be lying if he said the additional assistance wasn't helpful.

the mad scientist had found an adequate assistant.

work went by smoother, toning down a good portion of his irritation. it's almost as if having someone to support you (even if it was strictly for work purposes) provided more benefits than he had originally thought. of course, he would never admit that. the most he would do is thank you here and there when you proved to be extra useful.

work continues the same for a while. the interactions grow more frequent and so his musings change from your responses. instead of talking to himself, he talks to you. he asks you for your input, for you to pass him whatever he can't reach from his other desk, he asks for you.

that is, until you're gone one day.

dottore doesn't think anything of it. he's worked alone for his whole life, what's a few days without you? but his segments have been more irritable as of late, resulting in lackluster performance as a whole not only from his segments, but his troops. the fatui are fearful of the doctor, but even more so of an irritated one. you'll turn up eventually and everything will be back to normal, he reasons.

but as the days go on, you are still nowhere to be found in the cold, desolate laboratory. he finally pauses in his work to think about where you could be.

something must've happened. something outside of his jurisdiction. it's not like it's his problem. you might've proved a useful assistant to him, but his work holds utmost priority.

yes, work. back to work.

and dottore mumbles as usual, but it's not the same.

by habit, he calls out for you to hand him something--

but you're not there.

dottore is a scholar first and foremost. all it takes to find you is a little bit of research, so he does exactly that. he finds out you've been working somewhere else, somewhere closer to home to better support your family.

well, that's no problem. he'll have his assistant back as soon as possible, no matter the cost. all he needed to know was your whereabouts.

[wellwatersurprise]

dean gets pranked 4k no censors

based on that trend which crawled out of the dreaded clock app that wouldn’t leave my head

[as per the usual, click for better quality]

here’s the unseparated version of the first page. if that interests you.