#hcnkaibrainrot

[nulltune]

lynn: WOW guys remun is SOOO dumb lmao they make such silly and weird memes

also lynn:

when is the next fnaf game coming out

give me one good reason to reply to ur nitroless ass rn. 🗿

[cadcnce-archived]

@hcnkaibrainrot​ replied:  didn't ask + don't care + you're annoying

“Wow, rent free huh?”

[dreams-of-a-snow-sister]

@hcnkaibrainrot​

“Life form detected... Unknown energy source detected, and in abundant supply. Odds of human, exceedingly low. Investigating...”

[dcviated]

who’s your favorite bear muse and why || [ open ]

@hcnkaibrainrot​ sent: hey bear i'm a huge fan :flushed: of raguna, wylan and eira since those were the three i got to know and write with the most (ofc zeyrfial is in that list too but for evil poo poo pee pee man reasons) but i also think ur doing diluc lots of justice too.

also i really dont want to enable your funky brain cell but admittedly every time i see another post featuring him i feel as if my life is in danger

“Hey dude, there’s no need to be having a scared or a frighten. 'Cause when you’re around your Funky monkey, you can always hang loose without having to worry about things getting hairy. Because I got your back. I am the ape to get you through any scrape. And I love you.”

[orderbourne]

@hcnkaibrainrot​ replied: you're all really sad. 

[flowers-for-fischl-a]

" Fischl! "

Sirin's reverberating voice couldn't possibly be forgotten, whether it was for better or for worse. The self-appointed goddess appears suddenly before Fischl in the middle of a commission likely completely unrelated to Sirin, nevermind any kind of business Fischl might be feeling or the surprise and loss of composure that comes with someone appearing as suddenly as Sirin did...

" You, being knowledgeable of this land, would surely be able to fulfill a task for me, no? One that would further guarantee the safety of you and your whole as a race, yes? " Sirin smugly grins, playfully leaning on the air as she addresses her. " I desire cold cuts! Surely you know where to find the best ones, yes? I will be waiting in my usual spot. Don't leave me hanging. "

@hcnkaibrainrot

        The day had been fairly calm for the young girl, having gotten to her regular commission work after taking some time to prepare. The encounter with Sirin still weighed on her mind, but she'd been managing as best she could - and had in fact recently left a meal to the girl when she found her. Staying around wasn't something she did, as she had some fear of backlash from her, but she hadn't heard anything from her about it yet.

                            So everything was probably fine.

"Hmm... Let's see what Katheryne has for me today..."

        At the moment she had situated herself at the small campfire not far from the gates of the city, sitting down to sort through commissions - Oz resting on her shoulder as she looked through what the Adventurer's Guild had given her for the day. Some of the standard - a new encroaching group of hilichurls, an investigation commission for rumored Abyss Order activity. Oh here was an interesting one: deliver a sensitive package from one lo-

                          Sirin appeared out of thin air directly in front of her.

                 Fischl very nearly jumped out of her skin.

       With the unexpected and largely unwelcome arrival of the Goddess, Fischl practically leapt to her feet, scattering the commission papers across the area in the panic. Was Sirin mad at her? Had she figured out that she was responsible for the food? Was she going ot be ups-

"Wh-?!"

        Sirin seemed to be extremely smug in her current position, and had already worded this in a way that made it very clear that whatever came next was not optional.

                                                  Cold cuts.

          Sirin was demanding that she find and bring cold cuts to her.

"C-cold... Cuts..?"

        Evidently she had not figured out that the platter was her making, but if she made another Die Heilige Sinfonie it would immediately give away that she was responsible for it. However, for Sirin and the sake of Teyvat, she couldn't just go skimping out on production quality.

"E-erm... Alright, I'll find you the best ones that I can - and I... I'm something of a cook, if you'd like me to try and prepare you a dish?"

[rcguna-archived]

@hcnkaibrainrot​ replied:  sirin's already eaten 2.

“Well? How do they taste? I was wondering if the frosting was too much.”

[more-than-a-princess]

@hcnkaibrainrot​ asked: " Why are you looking at me like that? " Asked a confused Sirin, narrowed golden eyes remaining curious while observing Sonia's concerned expression. It's not like she was treating herself to an ice cream cone (which she didn't pay for) and had some leftover residue on her lips, which, clearly, she coudn't see.

" .. there's something on my face, isn't there? " An extended period of thought narrows down a potential answer, which forces her to bring her sleeve to her cheek to rub at it, only to mutter an expletive when she gets even more residue on her sleeve.

Unprompted IC asks - Accepting from mutuals!

Sonia couldn't have helped it. What had turned into a simple errand for soft-serve ice cream had turned into an act of kindness and, in Sonia's view at least, new friendship. But she was rather unique, she'd learned, in just how quickly she could befriend someone (often against their will. Usually against their will). She'd watched the younger girl eye the ice cream parlor with the same sort of want in her eyes that she was accustomed to seeing from her younger cousins years ago, when they attended primary school and weren't allowed to wear full-length trousers yet, just shorts and knee high socks no matter the weather. She looked a bit older than that, but the yearning was still there, and when Sonia opened the door to enter the ice cream parlor she'd smiled down at her and asked if she'd like an ice cream cone too.

Purchasing both cones, she'd encouraged the girl to pick whatever flavors and toppings she wanted before sitting with her outside on a nearby bench. With one of the first warm days in ages, it seemed fitting to celebrate with a cold treat and time outdoors. She licked at the black sesame and cherry blossom swirl she'd chosen for herself, careful not to let it drip as she asked her new friend how she liked her ice cream.

But she didn't need a clear answer. The answer was, without a doubt, quite a lot. She'd dived into her cone with great enthusiasm and now ice cream lingered all over her mouth, making her look a lot younger than she likely was. Sonia stifled back a chuckle: it was very sweet and she wouldn't wish to do anything that would impede the girl's enjoyment, but she had a feeling laughter would be out of place. So she watched eagerly, wondering if she'd realize her messy state herself.

Which she did, at the expense of a shirt sleeve.

"Just a little bit of the ice cream," She advised with a smile, pausing to lick at a particularly threatening black sesame drop before continuing. "But I think the shop we bought these from was short on napkins. Here, let me help..." Carefully balancing her cone in one hand, Sonia opened her handbag with the other and retrieved an embroidered handkerchief: pink and green silk threads had created roses on the edges with a stylized gold 'S' in one corner. Shaking the folded fabric loose, she held it out for her to take.

"Please, use this," She offered, "This way your treat won't threaten your sleeve cuffs. Though it would be a rather delicious casualty, no?"