The brain rot has claimed me today
Therefore i present my fave brainrot doodles that I will flesh out later when Im home.
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This may have been tedious at some parts, but I'm mostly satisfied with this illustration, so I'm going to post it here ~
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Eternity
Arms crossed behind his head he lays on the couch. Despite the sinister mask on his face, he seems as peaceful as the most peaceful thing you know.
His chest slowly moving was a sign that he is asleep, or at least resting.
Allowing your lips to curve upward, you step into the room and set down the two mugs on the table next to the couch. You sit down on the floor next to him, seeking his warmth despite the sunrays shining into the room.
Looking at his mask, your arm slowly moves upward, right to his face. Not touching him yet you stop, alert of any signs of him being awake.
But nothing happens, he doesn't grab your arm, questioning the intention of your actions, nor does he grab you by the waist pulling you toward him to rest together. Not that you would mind both but this situation has its own charm.
Continuing your movement, your hand settles on his mask, where his left cheek is. Despite the mask being scary, you stare at it, moving your hand into his soft hair, scratching his scalp lightly. Inching closer to him you notice the faint smell of coffee drifting from him. With a smile you move your head toward his and stop right next to him. Switching the hand you cradle his hair with, you drape the other one over his chest and lay it and your head on his shoulder. Closing your eyes you relax onto him, the tea on the table completely forgotten.
Only when you feel something shifting under your head, you open your eyes again. With a yawn you try to sit upwards again, only to be gently pulled back by a push on the back of your head.
“Just a little bit longer.”
The words are barely a whisper, yet hearing his hushed voice makes you smile in delight. Nodding at his request you pull yourself closer to him, only to be pulled even closer by his hands that have moved without you noticing.
You could spend an eternity like this and you would never grow tired of this. Not now, nor ever.
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