Psyborg Brain Rot For An Entire Year!?!?

psyborg brain rot for an entire year!?!?

AN ENTIRE YEAR!!?!!??!?! *claps hands* lets go year two 

WHERES YOUR PANTS?!?!?!?!?!?

drabble for mr.pog

fluff

It was the NijiEN off-collab and Luca was in you guy’s own room, just streaming from his laptop. You and Luca have been dating for a few years now, you guys basically live together back at his apartment. At the airbnb you guys were supposed to be sleeping in the same room. But on some nights the girls would steal you and make you sleep in their room. Leaving your golden retriever boyfriend to sleep alone. One of those nights were last night.

“Chat. I’m so madge rn!! The girls keep taking my y/n away from me!” He says, wailing his arms around.

“She just likes us more— FREAK U FINAURNAUR!”

As he keeps chatting, you wake up to his wailing through the walls and decide to get up to make breakfast. Just wearing one of his shirts and one of your old volleyball shorts that hides under the shirt. You head into his room without knocking, scratching your head and yawning. Adjusting your glasses to make is figure more clear, he looks you up and down. Then he screams making you jump. He grabs the blanket of the bed and wraps your waist down.

“WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?”

“WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING? YOUVE SEEN ME NAKED BEFORE!!!”

“I DONT KNOW!” You start laughing at his now red face before leaning in to give him a kiss. He gets so excited and throws u on the bed and jumps on you. Causing a grunt to erupt from your mouth. He cuddles your body to no end. If he had a tail at this moment, you swear you could see it wagging. Luca then remembers he’s streaming and you can hear, far from the mic.

“CHAT SHES BACK, POGGG!!! HA FUCK YOU FINAURNAUR AHAHAHAHA”

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ how glamour aids in her obsession ]❜

ft. kotoka torahime x f! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ how does kotoka use ‘glamour’ to get closer to you?┊2.1k words

contains: yandere kotoka, talks of blood & violence, high school setting but all characters are adults, manipulation (?), mentions of bullying, character death by murder (not koto or reader… but expect angst), not proofread & rushed ending i want this out of my drafts

➤ author's note: if this goes against her lore or i got something wrong about her ability, nuh uh i didn’t, i’m actually her scrunchie

₊˚ʚ 💌₊˚✧ inspired by & based off @/kanekoii’s ‘yandere kotoka’ works (here) and (here)!! i’ve been thinking of it nonstop ever since it was posted <3

kotoka promised herself that she would never use her abilities for the wrong reasons from the very moment she discovered them, knowing that the power to disguise herself as another person with the simple flash of a camera was something that could easily be abused. it’s only ever been used for pranks or to help out a friend in need if they needed her to impersonate someone, only for purposes that she knew wouldn’t harm anyone in the process. of course, the temptation of committing crimes that could be pinned on another has come to mind a few times out of curiosity, but she shakes away the thoughts as quickly as they come because she simply isn’t that type of person!

this has been her principle for the longest time, yet her viewpoint changed when she developed utterly crazed feelings for her best friend— feelings that have been suppressed for so long, all it took was a little spark to blow up the gunpowder barrel that was an obsessive infatuation. isn’t it crazy how feelings like love could change a person so easily, causing her morals to flip upside down and, as a result, allowing her to open her mind for putting ‘glamour’ to its full use?

her power is actually a well-kept secret, told only to family, very close friends, and the student council. if chaos were to ensue because of her actions, it’s not like anyone would suspect her even if they knew about it since she has such a renowned reputation of being charming, lovable, and just plain silly sometimes! so without fear of getting caught or any ethical dilemma to stop her, how does kotoka use ‘glamour’ to get closer to you (or should i say, alienate, you from everyone else)?

starting off, shape-shifting does take up a lot of energy. even though she wants to jump at the opportunity as soon as the idea comes to mind, it isn’t something she can do more than two times a day (specifically once in the morning and once at night). before she starts using glamour to keep you to herself, she needs to cultivate an environment that’ll fracture your relationships before completely breaking them off.

this is where she uses her popularity, eloquent speech, and proficiency with social media to spread some tall tales here and there. everyone is only human, there isn’t a single person out there who doesn’t get irritated with another on occasion— the notion of telling someone else your annoyances about a friend isn’t inconceivable. a “he said, she said” type of situation, she knows exactly who to feed believable lies to so that they don’t get traced back to her. although, it was almost too easy, can you believe that some baseless rumors that came from nowhere were enough to start doubts and minor arguments in your friend group?

it isn’t surprising for the sociable vice president to take pictures with people, she probably just wants to post about her school life to her massive following or to put them on the institute's website to make it look more lively! the only thing that’s strange about it is how she is always insistent on keeping the flash on even if it’s in broad daylight, but it’s just annoying at most when it makes them blink on accident. honestly, she could care less for the images of all of the random students that she cheerfully poses with— deleting them once she has confirmed in private that she does indeed have the capability to transform into them since they take up way too much room that could instead be containing memories of you.

even if she could look like anyone she wants, she can’t just become like anyone she wants unless she learns how to think and behave like them. nothing too serious, it doesn’t need to be enough to the point that she could live their day-to-day life, but just enough to stage a convincing fight in their words. asking around in petty gossip and eavesdropping in conversations seemed to do the trick for the most part, but just to be sure, she also snuck into the student counselor's office to take photos of his notes on the students so that she could feel a little closer to them and wear their mindset better. now, she could pretend to be anyone in your social circle for about five minutes before cracking (depending on how observant you are in the moment), but five minutes is all she really needs to destroy a five-year friendship.

in theory, it would be easiest for her to pretend being you since she knows you best (maybe just after your parents and yourself), but she can’t ever stay in your form for more than a minute. whenever she does, she feels her heart beating what feels like a million miles an hour as if it is going to explode and feverishly hot all over because she gets too excited. on the other hand, if she pushes aside the exhilarating feelings, she has developed a distaste at the thought of a counterfeit you walking around. it actually pisses her off because you’re just too perfect for anyone to dare replicate (even if she’s the only one around with the ability to do so, but it seems that her own rules don’t apply in this case as she still morphs into you every now and again)!

and so she plays the part of looking like your friends by speaking words in their voices to split apart the rift in your relationships that already formed from her previous antics, slowly but surely. you’re just so confused about why everything was going downhill so suddenly, why everyone is suddenly being mean to you then acting like nothing ever happened when you asked them about it later. at first, you thought it was all an elaborate trick, but what kind of evil prank lasts for weeks without ever telling you the punchline and saying that there wasn’t anything going on? they even got annoyed by your insistence on their cruel words, so some of them left you before you could even make the difficult decision to leave them.

it’s just typical high school drama to the ears of the rest of the student body, a game of telephone where the details are messed up, but the core of the story still stays the same. a supposedly sweet girl (you) turns out to have been saying nasty comments about her friends behind her back and plays victim that it’s been the other way around when they start to leave her. sure, it isn’t true in the least bit and someone has been operating outside the public eye, but the truth doesn’t matter when everyone is hungry for dramatics and all have a general story that can’t be changed since the one in the center of it all is the only one who thinks differently.

in all honesty, doing all of this breaks kotoka’s heart. she hates being mean to you even if she’s spewing pure lies while wearing someone else’s face and you don’t know that it’s her. she hates looking at your eyes widen from dejection as you begin to weep when she turns her back on you. she hates watching you burst out in tears when she comes over to console you, sobbing and stuttering that you have no idea what went wrong. whenever she repeats the cycle, she questions everything that she’s doing and briefly wonders if it’s worth it.

oh, but when you wrap your arms around her and cry on her shoulder while thanking her for always being by her side, she remembers why she’s doing all of this— working towards being the only one for you forever and keeping you all to herself. any ounce of regret she might have quickly evaporates while she soothes you, absolutely drunk and addicted to the feeling of being the person that you run to when troubled and need comforting. it’s a vicious cycle for her as much as it is for you, one that’s started with agony and then followed up with bliss.

during all this time, she still hasn’t spilled a single drop of blood during this pursuit even though she decided that she has no principles to stop her from it if it’s for you. how far she is willing to go for your love was about to be challenged when the sage of grief caught onto her plans. she didn’t think that he didn’t notice that she went through confidential notes about a certain group of friends, did she? while she may be slick when it came to isolating you from the others, but he has noticed changes in her behavior ever since this incident broke out.

kotoka has become a lot colder and more reserved in contrast to the kind and compassionate character everyone remembers her as, even becoming more irritable and prone to arguments. of course, she’s also more meticulous and attentive instead of being an airhead which does wonders for her duties as vice president, but it’s safe to say that it’s a change that the student council would gladly take back if it meant seeing her being her benevolent old self again. some outsiders have speculated that it was due to the stress of being the only one who’s protecting you from any more unwarranted rumors, but hex thinks otherwise. she hasn’t said anything about the drama at all from what he’s heard, much publicly less taking the unpopular stance of being on your side. besiand she seems a little… too excited at the prospect of everyone leaving you alone… all to herself…

the last thing she wanted to do was hurt one of her best friends much be the cause of their death, but if he told you all about his assumptions about what she’s been doing in the shadows and allowed you to connect the dots, you would scorn her and hate her forever then leave her… she can’t have that! she would do anything to prevent that nightmare from happening, solidifying her resolve to plan the murder of hex haywire to protect the hard work she’s been doing to nurture a romantic love with you. she didn’t want it to end up this way in such a violent manner, but she had to keep him quiet somehow.

both metaphorically and physically, she wasn’t herself— taking on the appearance of someone who frequently bullied you to do something that she never thought she could do six months ago. she stared at his dead body with dead-looking eyes, clutching the bloody knife one last time before letting it go and walking away from the scene of the crime. his blood stained her school uniform and hair, but once she found a private area where no one saw her, she turned back to her true self which was completely devoid of any of the sins she just committed.

according to the police, kotoka torahime was a witness who called the police, it was a student who had a history of harassing other students— they were seen on the security footage performing the crime and their fingerprints were found on the weapon. motives were unknown, but they didn’t have an alibi and the evidence was pinned on them. they would be going to prison for something she did, but she didn’t care about the fate of someone who had the gall to terrorize you at school.

the tears she shed for him until her shining blue eyes were bloodshot were genuine, but it was a necessary evil that she was willing to do in order to preserve all of the progress she had made. it’s all worth it and she knows it, it’s all worth it to have you rush over and embrace her to calm her sorrow (and unknowingly to you, her guilt) just like how she would console you before. it worth it to have you lovingly caress her long two-toned hair and gently hush her to calm her down, promising her that you’ll always be by her side no matter what struggles she might face just like she did with you.

that’s right, all of the lies she spread and the blood she spilled up to this point was worth it just to hear those words. as painful as the process was, she was rewarded with the ecstasy of your affection in return and she would do it all again for the high of delight that you provided her because she loves you more than anything else.

he said it and not me but making out with hex haywire in an empty subway, not sure how you ended up here, but hearing his voice humming and praising you mixed with the sounds of sloppy kisses echoing off the walls is so fucking sinful

PATHETIC.

WOOHOOO !! im back after being on writing block for about a month! 💔💔 anyway, let’s get started and please continue with caution with this fic! ( this is not proofread. )

paring ; eki x reader ( a bit of ike x reader. )

genre ; stuff.. possessive stuf– yea ok let’s go

disclaimer ; possessive/obsessive behaviour, dark theme ( obv ), mentions of dead bodies, kidnapping,etc.

The sounds of rushed heels clicking as you ran through the dark alleyway followed by the loud heavy breathing, taking turns to lose the person from behind you.

He did not look like Ike, he looked way different than Ike. He seemed different, his aura didn’t feel safe, it felt eerie.

You just wanted to visit Ike to get your things you left at his house, only to be towered over by “Ike” who seemed to have dyed his hair and given himself golden contact lenses.

But enough of that, you managed to take a turn and lost him. You sighed in relief as you tried to calm your nerves down, back pressed onto the walls. You tried to figure out why he’s like this, what happened to him and how did this even happen?

The last time you saw him wasn’t something you’d want to look back at either. He was stressed and gave you the cold shoulder, you scolded him to take care of his mental health and take breaks every now and then to which he responded with a door slammed onto your face.

You decided it was time to give him some space, knowing he’s not the type of person who would leave you alone after being stressed out but it’s been weeks. You couldn’t help but come over to his house and–

“ Found you. “

The voice gave you chills as you looked up at the figure towering over you with his golden eyes glowing in the dark of the alley.

You felt your body tense up and move but the man in front of you was fast enough, grabbing your wrist in the process. “ Now, now.. we don’t want you running away hm? “ He chuckled darkly, staring into your eyes filled with fear. “ Trust me, sweetheart. You don’t want to run away from someone like me. “

“ Or else you’ll end up like them. “ He took out a picture from his pocket, showing you the souls he took. You felt your stomach turn when you saw the image, covering your mouth as you nodded.

The man hummed and smiled, putting back the picture into his pocket, “ Good girl. “ He stated with his eyes closed, “ ..How about we go back to the house? “

You wanted to refuse, you didn’t want to be with this guy the whole day or else you’ll feel uncomfortable, “ ..I can hear your thoughts, Reader. “

and that was the last thing you heard before everything turned black in your vision.

You slowly started to regain your vision, the room was dark. The only light you can see is from the bottom of the door in front of you.

You tried to study the room, only to realize you were tied up to a pole with your back pressed against it. You started to panic but before you could the door in front of you started to open revealing the figure you encountered only for the figure to chuckle.

“ Took you a while to wake up, I thought you were about to die because of the drug. “ The figure said, turning on the lights of the room revealing his features making your heart drop at the sight of him.

He fixed himself, wiping some red stains off his face before he turned to you with an eerie smile, “ ..Speechless now, are we? “ He said, studying your body.

When you didn’t respond to him, he hummed as he walked up to a table and pulled out a picture. “ ..You know, you’ve caught my eye for a while. “ He spoke up as he flapped the picture for a clearer image.

He turned around with the same smile he gave to you, “ ..No wonder Ike wanted you for himself. “ He mumbled, you could hear him clearly as you started to open up your mouth.

“ ..Who even are you? “ You questioned, making the man lift his head up in the direction of your voice “ ..Little lamb can finally speak, mmh? “ He trails off, placing the image in front of you.

“ ..Well, then. The name’s Eki. “ He introduced himself, staring at you with that golden eyes of his. “ ..Your beloved Ike Eveland’s Alter Ego. “ He stated.

You stared at him for a while wondering if this was the reason why Ike was keeping his distance from you. He never told you about Eki before.

Too clouded with your own thoughts, you looked down at the picture that was placed in front of you which made your stomach drop. It was a picture of your stalker lying on the dirt with blood poured all over him.

“ ..You like what you see? “ He spoke up, adjusting his glasses as he lifted your chin by his finger. “ ..Pretty sight, isn’t it? “ He paused, “ I didn’t like how that asshole was touchy feeling with you, so i outed him. “

With your silent as your answer, Eki sighed before staring into your eyes, “ Well, someone gotta protect you. “ He gave you a grin, as if the things he did were nothing, “ after all, someone as fragile as you could seriously get fooled so easily.. “ He mumbled.

“ w-why.. why are you– just why are you doing this..? “ You choked out a sentence even if your throat feels like it was getting dry, making Eki turn his head towards you “ That damn novelist has everything I wanted, I might as well play with his doll toy that he wants to keep as a secret so much. “ He scoffed, turning his head away.

He paused for a while, “ ..though it would be nice if you stayed here forever. “ he gave a grin, “ like your legs wouldn’t work, so you don’t have to run away from me.. “

His last sentence made all the hairs on your body go up, you struggled against the rope as Eki watched you pathetically try to escape.

“ There’s no use, honey.. You look pathetic struggling against those ropes. “ He stated in a dark tone, lifting your chin up and making you stare into his eyes as if he was trying to hypnotize you.

“ You’re gonna be with me forever and ever until we both fucking die. “

” Älskling. “

“ Älskling..? “

“ Älskling!— “

You gasped as you quickly sat up on the bed, pressing your back against the head of the bed as you regained your breath and posture, “ ..Älskling?.. “

The soft voice you heard sounded familiar, not bothering to look at him in the face as you tackled him into a hug which caught him off guard, “ W-Woah! ..Another nightmare hm? “ He chuckled softly, caressing your locks.

“ You mind telling me what’s wro–.. “ He stopped his sentence when he stared at your shaking figure, “ ..We’ll talk about it later. “ He smiled softly, humming a melody that always kept you calm.

Ike continued caressing your hair, pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead, “ I got you. “ He reassured, calming your nerves.

Ike smiled as you slowly started to calm down, his eyes momentarily fade into the familiar golden-ish color for a bit but you shrugged it off as one of your imagination.

“ I’m right here. “

time taken : 3 days ( i was procrastinating. )

words : 1.2k words !!

wooo!! i’m finally back after a month of being on writing block ( might go on another bcs exams TvT.. ) hehe i was craving for some eki fics so i decided to js go crazy w this

First Christmas with You

Warning !

Fluff ; Mentions of Kissing, Cuddling ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Merry Christmas everyone <3

➶◜◝➴

Christmas.

The two of you are cuddling with each other, meawhile outside your shared home, it is snowing. Making the room temperature quite cold for you two to start your activities yet, you instead cuddled even closer to your lover. Seeking for his warmth.

"Babe.." He called out, you can feel his fingers running through your hairlocks. "Wake up, we have things to do today. Didn't we plan what we're going to do, hm?" He kissed the top of your head, he scooter away to see your face. "Come on babe, wake up" His hand went up to your cheek, his thumb grazing along the lines of your cheek.

He waited for you to open your eyes, the moment you do, you see him smiling at you. "Good morning" he greeted you and chukled softly at your little pout, "Why did I decide to do this early.." you regretted your choice to make plans in early hour.

"Well it's your choice, not me, I told you already but you won't listen" He pointed out, and he is right, he had told you about making morning plans that you would probably regret later on, and you did. You sighed as you gesture him to get closer to you, it's getting cold again.

"Cold.." You whispered, he then scooted closer to you, letting you hug his figure. "It's, my first ever Christmas" he started as he ran his fingers through your hairlocks again, "I'm glad I could spend my Christmas with you, seriously." He added and he chuckled once more before planting a kiss on top of your head.

"Spending time with your loved ones in Christmas, are nice" You spat out, your hand find their way to his back. Drawing shapes. Both of your legs tangled with his, the two of you ended up staying in bed longer than anticipated. But you two are not complaining about it, I mean you guys still have all day to celebrate Christmas, right?

. . .

"So what about your morning plans?—"

"We can do it later, it's too cold."

"Hahah, You're so cute."

"....Yeah, I'm your cutie"

"—?!?!!"

"Your face is red"

"N-No! It's not —"

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

It's 25th December ! Merry Christmas everyone !! Finna ask Santa to get me fictional men as my presents