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Your Narf is My Drug
The mice have driven me so insane, I wrote a fic with a Kesha parody about it.
It's to the tune of "Your Love is My Drug."
-O-o-O-o-O-
(Brain sits amidst the smoking debris of his latest plan.)
Brain: This is a hot mess we’ve gotten into.
Pinky: (sing-songily) Look at all the shinies! (tosses broken pieces into the air and hops around underneath them as they fall on his head) Zounds, Brain! I caught them all! (laughs hysterically)
Brain: (glares, folds arms) Speaking of hot messes….
(Brain’s vision suddenly turns to slow-motion. He takes in the gliding of Pinky’s supple limbs, Pinky’s lithesome hips swirling like the spirals of Brain’s hypnosis machines. The wreckage rain reflects the light in such a way that Pinky glows to rival the Pleiades.)
Brain: Emphasis on hot….Egad, what am I thinking?! This is preposterous! This is absurd! This is….
(He clutches at his head, as if that would quell the desire flaring up like so many bunsen burners. He finally breaks down at the pile of smashed electronics.)
Brain: Will you never cease that infernal buzzing?! (pounds wickle mousey fists on table)
(The rhythmic buzzing from the broken contraption starts to arrange itself into a poppy synth bassline. The pounding of Brain’s fists on the table provides the beat.)
(First verse)
Brain:
I feel like Captain Ahab;
I’m too sunken in the deep.
Emotional repression
Is losing me all my sleep.
There’s no time to dilly-dally;
My world domination calls.
I’m stuck with this dishy dope and
Hearing him spew his spurtive squalls!
(Pre-chorus)
Our two fates are intertwined;
What far-off planets have aligned?
This novel factor’s undefined.
I can’t get Pinky off my mind!
(Chorus)
His narf, his narf, his narf
Stole my heart.
His narf, his narf, his narf.
I say, his narf, his narf, his narf
Stole my heart.
His narf, his narf, his narf.
(Second verse)
His cranium’s harder than gneiss;
I’m telling him everything thrice.
My mind and heart in vises:
I can chart this diacrisis.
I can’t resist his whimsy.
All my defenses, flimsy.
My schemes will surely be impacted
If I go on being so damn distracted!
(Pre-chorus)
Our two fates are intertwined;
What far-off planets have aligned?
This sequence is not my design.
I can’t get Pinky off my mind!
(Chorus)
His narf, his narf, his narf
Stole my heart.
His narf, his narf, his narf.
I say, his narf, his narf, his narf
Stole my heart.
His narf, his narf, his narf.
(Bridge)
I must fight to gain control,
But every hour takes its toll.
I try so hard to keep my cool
But still I fall for this fine fool!
(Pinky comes in, twirling glow sticks. He has painted geometric shapes on himself with non-toxic mouse safe glow-in-the-dark body paint. When he turns around, Brain can see that Pinky has somehow painted a neon yellow line down his own back, ending in a neon pink heart over his butt.)
Pinky:
Braaiiiin~
Just a suggestion….
Why don’t we have a bath in some warm salad dressing?
Does that sound like some silly-willy fun-fun?
Is my fjord your drug?
POIT! Your drug? ZORT! Your drug? NARF! Your drug?
Is my—FJORD!—your drug?
Brain: No! Pinky, you’ll get us copyright-stricken!
(Chorus)
Oh, Brain!
My narf, my narf, my narf
Stole your heart!
My narf, my narf, my narf!
You said my narf, my narf, my narf
Stole your heart!
My narf, my narf, my narf!
You said my zort, my zort, my zort
Is your drug!
My zort, my zort, my zort!
You said my zort, my zort, my zort
Is your drug!
My zort, my zort, my zort!
(The buzzing synth line stops.)
Braaiiiiin~
Brainy-cakes… (flirty giggle) Sooooo… (delirious laughter)
My narf, my narf, my narf, my narf, is your drug.
I like your tail.
(A giant “DMCA” falls on Brain’s head. He crawls out from underneath it, looking especially worse for wear.)
Brain: I suspect this comedown will be particularly hard.
-O-o-O-o-O-
The abyss is quite inviting if you gaze long enough.
#pinky and the brain#brinky#patb#animaniacs fanfiction#patb fanfic#kesha#song parody#songfic#gay mice
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Art from my fanfic! (This took me all day)
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Happy Halloween PaTB Fans!!!!!
The spooky season is in full swing, and to celebrate this holiday and my first Halloween on Tumblr, I give you issue 17b of the comics "Hex Breaker!" This one's a lot of spooky fun, and by far, has the coolest Pinky monster design I've ever seen. Enjoy!! (PS, I have a little game for you. Try and see how many Halloween/spooky movie references you can find and tell me in a reply or re-blog!)
#pinky and the brain#patb#happy Halloween to all my amazing followers#I might have a special patb fanfic coming out either today or tomorrow so stay tuned!#let me know how many Halloween movie references u could find and maybe what movie they came from!!
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fic writers are the ones asking the REAL important questions
#/j but only kind of#fic stuff#fic writing#writing#adventures in writing#fanfic stuff#fandom#animaniacs#patb brain#pinky and the brain#brain patb#ao3 author#author#writerblr#writers of tumblr#writeblr#writerscommunity#writerslife#creative writing#writers#wow that's a lot of tags
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Guys, are there any Brinky fanfics that you like and are completed? I'd like to read something, so please leave some titles on the comments! My favourite tropes are Hurt/Comfort and Fluff 😊😆 Edit: I forgot to mention that the website I use for reading fics is AO3 lol
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Tell It Like It Is (brinky blurb)
Pinky took a deep breath, wanting to spit out his words and have it over with. He feared what Brain would do if he didn’t feel the same way; would he leave? Would he make Pinky leave? Would he pretend none of it happened? That would be the worst of all, thought Pinky, all this buildup and then nothing? I mean, what would the point even be then?
Brain stared, irritated at the imbecilic rodent, did he forget what he was going to say for the umpteenth time? And why is he holding his breath?
“Pinky, what did you have to tell me so bad-“
“Brain I don’t love you!”, Pinky nearly screamed.
“-ly,” Brain finished. His expression morphed into one of pure confusion. “what are you on about now, you buffoon?”
Pinky managed to stammer out, “-wait, WAIT, I wAsn’t fIniSHED- I don’t love you Brain, I get it now! I’m IN love with you!” He fell over on the floor, paws on his knees, panting as though he had exerted every itty-bitty piece of his being. Indeed, the job was done and the words were out. Now for the hard part, answering any questions his grouchy crush had for him. Pinky shook the fog out of his head and steeled his nerves.
Brain not only didn’t respond, he froze completely. For what felt like hours he stood in stunned silence, mind utterly imploding at the nuance Pinky had displayed during his declaration of… of… admiration? Affection? No, he had used the only correct word twice. Brain shuddered to think it. LOVE. He knew Pinky loved him, it was the only true constant in the eclectic parade of events he called his life. But Pinky specifically said he was In Love; A very intentional and loaded statement, something that had never admitted aloud before by either of them, something a lot louder and more bombastic than anything he had time for in his quest for world domination. Brain wanted with every fibre of his being to see where this was meant to go, to know what Pinky thought being in love meant. The very inkling in his mind was eating him alive with curiosity, along with other, more physically involved emotions. He dared not let any of it show, he took a deep breath and very cordially replied,
“Thank you Pinky, I’m truly….. very ..” He meant to say more, but any other words died in his throat.
Pinky couldn’t make sense of any of this. why’s brain just sitting there not saying or doing anything? At least he’s not mad, or is he? What is that handsome mouse thinking about? Pinky ever so gently tapped Brain on the shoulder.
“Brain? Are you okay? I’m sorry for shouting at you,” Pinky let himself ponder for the tiniest moment before asking, “Are you upset with me?”
Brain’s mind took off like a rocket. He immediately mentally pole vaulted to the worst conclusion, that Pinky thought he might be homophobic. His mind raced for an appropriate answer to reassure his friend that this was not the case and that he, in fact, was at LEAST an ally.
“Pinky, I’m GAY.” Brain blurted, not hearing himself until too late. He grimaced at himself.
“Uhhhmm… me too?” Pinky smiled confusedly, mentally thanking heaven that Brain did at least have a tiny chance of liking him back, even if he didn’t yet. He didn’t check beforehand whether Brain liked men or not, so it came as a lovely relief that things were going as well as they were.
Brain grasped at the mental barrier between him and Pinky, scratching and clawing away at all his insecurities and memories, trying to figure out why he couldn’t stop acting like such an idiot. If he could only compose himself, if he could only get it together, If only he could have what he wanted, why did everything have to be so HARD? Why couldn’t he just say it? Why couldn’t he just tell him the truth? Tears pricked in his eyes, he couldn’t see straight, he couldn’t stand up without shaking, or think clearly. Brain felt feverish and dizzy, but he dared not faint. Instead he turned away and sat on the floor, holding his head in his hands.
Pinky backed up a little. “Brain? Is everything alright?”
“Something is wrong with me, Pinky.” Brain moped, exhausted.
“Nothing’s wrong with you, Brain, you’re wonderful!” Pinky puzzled for a few seconds, sitting down next to Brain. “What could possibly be wrong about you?”
“I just have whatever disorder makes one unable to verbalize the most basic affection in a concise manner,”
“You mean autism?”
“Possibly,” replied Brain, frankly, “but that’s not quite what I meant. I mean that in spite of all my intelligence, all my ability to function independently, I cannot for the life of me tell you…. That- that I-…..How I feel, About…… you.”
“Oh.” Pinky sat quietly.
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Smutty Genderbent Brinky Smut before you did, losers!
#pinky and the brain#animaniacs#brinky#smut#follow me on da#spicy brinky because no one else will#spicy brinky >:)#spicy patb#smut stories#ao3 fanfic
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how about a prompt for the anastasia au? the warners and family celebrating the start of the new year as a complete family again :)
- @speakingvariety
Sure thing!
Scratchy had to give credit where it was due: his godchildren behaved for all of ten minutes. It was a new record.
As soon as they hit the ten minute mark, they went crazy.
In a flash, they were singing from the chandeliers and loudly singing Auld Lang Syne. Dot summoned herself a sparkly tiara that spelled New Year! Yakko was waving fistfuls of sparklers and Wakko juggled balls painted in every colour of the rainbow.
The court was used to their antics. Although a few nobles and visitors looked shocked, most of the ball room looked fond. Even Brain smirked, trying to hide it. Pinky hooted and hollered, clapping and cheering them on. When the Warners jumped back to the floor to spin around together, Pinky happily joined them.
Nurse giggled into her glass of water. She'd once more refused any alcohol. Scratchy wondered when people would get a clue and stop offering her alcoholic drinks in the first place; it was well known that Nurse didn't drink.
"Oh, some things never change," she said fondly.
"If I had any hair left," Scratchy said, watching the Warners. "It vould be gone. Poof. Bye-bye."
Honestly, he was waiting for them to break something, whether it was an accident or not. But...Well, it was good to see them being so silly together. The three siblings reunited. Their first New Year celebration as a full family again.
"So long as they don't cause an international incident," Brain said.
"Again," Scratchy mumbled wearily. He loved those kids, truly he did, but he knew better than to take his eyes off them for even a second.
At least he knew they'd behave once it was time for the fireworks.
He blinked and suddenly Yakko was in his face, shoving another sparkly New Year crown on Scratchy's head. He'd even attached the sparklers to it.
"Now you're festive!" Yakko said approvingly.
"Zis vill not blow up, vill it?" Scratchy asked, eyes narrowed.
Yakko shook his head, looking earnest. So that meant there was a 50/50 chance the crown would explode.
Scratchy should have whipped it off just to be safe, but he couldn't bring himself to. Not now. Not after everything they'd been through to get here.
"Happy New Year," he said and Yakko grinned.
"New Year, new shenanigans!" he said happily as his siblings popped up to drag him back onto the dancefloor.
#answers#asks#anastasia au#royal au#prompts#animaniacs#yakko wakko and dot#yakko warner#wakko warner#dot warner#dr scratchansniff#hello nurse#pinky and the brain#patb#animaniacs fanfic#snippets#my writing#the warner brothers#and the warner sister#the warner siblings
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I've got food for you
#brinky#brain x pinky#pinky x brain#animaniacs#pinky and the brain#patb#gay#fanfic#brinky fanfic#gay mice
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I'm gonna try to start back posting links to my fics here too! @artizonka 's college brinky au!
#pinky and the brain#distressed ghost posts#brinky#patb#fanfic#patb human au#patb college au#artizonka's aus are so cool tbh they have such amazing ideas and he is really talented
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Pinkys how too Q&A
The smartphone is placed against one of the books, activating the front camera to start with one of Pinkys how too live videos, in which unlike other tutorials is intended to read questions that his followers have planned since the announcement of the video. And the best part was that his best friend would be participating! Or something like that, it would be a surprise. Brain always had the answers to all the questions with those sometimes headache-inducing, confusing words, plus, since the last adventure they had he reluctantly promised that this would be his day off so he could do whatever he wanted, which meant he could make up to his audience for the huge days of absence!
Jumping from one foot to the other, waits for the sponsor to culminate before welcoming them, thanking them in advance for the great interest in digging into his life, what were three million people trying to know his privacy? Nothing! Poit. When Brain ruled the world he was sure the world would always see them, and it would be hard to hide from so many! Considering that even when he lost himself, he would find himself.
A few laughs broke out with some of the comments, clapping at others with the witticisms, the same increasing as the answers gave to some of the questions. "Troz, thanks so much for noticing! I've been doing 10 more minutes of morning exercise this week, now my legs can look better in this lovely dress with pockets I sewed!" flaunted the garment, sticking it against her body for a spin, falling straight down on the floor. Not caring too much, so leaping to his feet again, he shook himself off. "Now let's move on to today's next section with my best friend in the world, Brain!"
As if on summons, the shorter mouse appeared with a thimble full of coffee, which ended up spilling out as he grabbed it by his arm, pulling it towards his person. "He's the smartest mouse I know! Sometimes he says such strange words that my tongue gets all knotted up like hypotomic arid" for a second, his tongue seemed to get tangled, returning to normal when a familiar hand smacked his head, correcting him "It's hydrobromic acid, you idiot." "Narf! Did you see him, he's a know-it-all big-head!"
"It's too early to tolerate your dumbassery, Pinky" ignored the surly comment, mainly when he saw that his eyes seemed to focus on the screen, where people were beginning to greet him and some others, giving admittedly affectionate messages.
Brain didn't need to show any sign of surprise and shyness to know that those were his feelings; he was always too aware of how hard it was for him to love himself. Brain just needed little nudges to remind himself that he is important.
"Oh, but they really love you they would really like to ask you some questions! They've been asking about you during many of my videos."
"They've been asking...about me?" disbelief led him to nod, wagging his tail as energetically as his head. "I guess giving me a few minutes for my future followers to learn something of quality on your channel of dubious educational quality wouldn't hurt."
Picking him up in his arms, crushing him in a hug.
"Didn't I tell you? He's everyone's best friend! Poit!"
The other mouse don't make a major effort to stop him until his nose is pulled down, demanding that he stop.
Still, he wasn't disappointed, given that one way or another, he was there, fulfilling his bargain with no intention in between. Or almost. Couldn't help but obsess when some of the questions fed him like a huge cheese plate, but that seemed to make him happy and who was he to go against his friend's happiness? Especially when they got them both involved in some question or challenge to which he gave in with some insistence. It was the best day off ever!
Until things got out of control somehow.
The plethora of comments, questions, reactions and challenges began to lean into a topic that undoubtedly created a huge debate. Not only among followers but also among themselves because how were they supposed to answer the new controversy? Especially when the shorter one's face looked like it was about to explode like the volcano they once saw on TV.
The stream ended before his cell phone flew out the window again.
Played with his fingers, trying to find some word that wouldn't make his arms and stomach vibrate. After all, it wasn't something he controlled, or even expected. Plus all the comments trying to probe if they were more than a friendship of years made him feel...shaky. Did people really believe they were a couple? The ones that were together all the time, hugging, holding hands and kissing whenever they wanted to?
His own face is hot and his throat feels dry.
Neither of them crosses their gaze for several seconds, maybe minutes, doesn't know. Everything looks a strange rose pink color, especially around the opposite one. Since when were there glowing spheres around them?
Brain clears his throat, and the slightly self-conscious voice that reaches his ears sends a shiver down his spine.
"Before this situation is worthy of being titled a hecatomb, it would be best if we forget what happened and concentrate on what is truly important."
Seldom has he heard him so nervous, to such a degree that he can't even be sure he possesses a plan. "What's important now, Brain?"
A few seconds is enough time for them to see each other again; and Pinky must have missed something earlier in the day, because right now, those pink eyes were much prettier than any shiny button he'd ever collected. Whether or not Brain said anything wasn't important, his mind was diverted on something more important like his rapidly beating heart or the fantasy image formed by the idea they brought up in the video.
Maybe they could...?
Shakes his head.
Pinky needs to talk to their therapist.
A/N Actually this is written quickly so that it just came out of my system, it is just the simplest version of what I could have done. But I still have a more elaborate plot pending that requires such dedication but this couldn't get out of my head!
If you like the general idea in case you want to develop it further (feel free to do so, please <3) it's based on: What would happen if thanks to Pinky's fame, Cerebro discovers how to conquer the world through the crowd of people who want to see them together? The world in exchange for feeding fantasies…that may not be entirely false. For there are real feelings there, but it's not something the world should know…yet.
#pinky and the brain#patb#brain patb#pinky patb#fanfic#random idea#one shot#Maybe sometime I'll upload this to ao3#brinky
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The futile task of ordering the chaos
ao3 fic dreamwidth
An index of oldfic:
A Worse Pill to Swallow: Part one Part two Part three
The Book of Moltres James: Part one Part two Part three Part four
Giovanni Is Just the Worst boss: Part one Part two
James and Meowth Do A Fluffy Experiment: Part one Part two
The Angsty Domestic Life of Team Rocket: Part one Part two Part three
Jessie Drugs James and Is Generally Abusive: Part one Part two Part three Part four
James's Special Delivery: Part one Part two Part three
Toxic Rocketshipping: Part one Part two Part three
Bad Blood: Part one Part two Part three
Holiday Half Arse: Part one Part two
You Got Played (A Yu-Gi-Oh songfic): Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five
The Invasion (A Sims 2 Darkfic): Part one Part two Part three
(IN PROGRESS) The Sad Saga of James Morgan and Company: Episode one Episode two Episode three Episode four Episode five
New fic and miscellany:
Chat GPT Writes James x Meowth Mpreg Dubcon (and i helped)
Chat GPT Writes Less Disturbing Blueshipping Fic (and i helped)
Level Nineteen and Pregnant: A Short Crackfic
The Charm Cat and His Queen: Erotic Blueshipping Haiku
Blueship Ahoy: A Collection of James/Meowth Smut Short Stories
Leaky Loki: A Sims 2 kinkfic (direct link to ao3)
Your Narf is My Drug: A Pinky and the Brain/Animaniacs parody songfic (mirror on ao3)
(IN PROGRESS) The Prophet of Moltres: An Illustrated Crackfic: Page one
(IN PROGRESS) Team Rocket But They're Sims: Part one Part two Part three Part four
#ao3 writer#dreamwidth#ao3#pokemon fanfiction#fanfic#team rocket#dark fic#whump fic#fanfiction#ts4 gameplay#pokemon fanart#pokefic#old fic#pokemon fancomic#the sims 4#patb fanfic#animaniacs fanfiction#yugioh fanfiction#sims 2 stories#the sims 2
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What is Important
Synopsis: After playing outside in the snow, Pinky gets sick, but doesn’t want to tell Brain.
Theonethatyaks93 and I gave each other prompts and this was the one they gave me!
Ao3
He should have dried off after playing in the snow. Brain told him to, though Pinky figured he’d be alright. He was beginning to regret that decision as he felt himself getting chilly again. Wasn’t it just warm in here a few seconds ago?
“Pinky!” He had him heard shout from across the lab. Brain was ready to explain that plan thingy to him. Pinky sighed. He was usually very eager for their annual tomorrow nights, but right now? He was feeling anything other than eager tonight. He felt absolutely awful. Yet, he didn’t want to deter Brain or let him down. Brain needed him for the plan. And he was going to be there by his side. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the ongoing sickness, and be attempted to seem normal while making his way over to Brain.
The smaller mouse was arranging his poster as he waited for his companion. He finally saw him approaching out of the corner of his eye. “Come now, Pinky. For I believe I have devised a scheme so genius, that the populous won’t know what hit them!” He didn’t seem to observe how sickly his friend looked.
Pinky sniffled a bit and put his hand up to his brow, feeling lightheaded, “What is it, Brain?” He tried his best not to stumble. Brain couldn’t know.
Brain noticed, giving him a glance. Pinky did look quite pale, “Pinky? Are feeling alright?”
Pinky’s eyes widen and he chuckled nervously, hands now intertwined behind his back, “Me..? Oh, um, I’m feeling just fine! Fit as a fiddle! Zort!” Hardly.
Brain raised an eyebrow. He was skeptical, but this could all very well be Pinky being well…Pinky. He probably just ate some lint behind the refrigerator again. “Alright..”
He extending his hand outward to further present his poster. “As you know, clothing is very essential to the human race. They can’t live without it. So, we will—“
“ACHOO”
Pinky wiped his nose. He realized Brain was giving him a irritated look for blatantly interrupting him. “Sorry, Brain..”
He stared a Pinky for a few seconds, “Like I was saying,” And he continued to explain..
The plan failed, to no one’s surprise. Brain stood up and brushed the soot off his fur, “We must head back to the lab for tomorrow night!” He declared.
Pinky failing to get up replied warily, “Why, Brain? What are we gonna…ACHOO!” The sneeze made him loose his balance, falling right back on his knees. Pinky groaned lightly. He looked miserable. Brain’s scowl faded as he started to realize the apparent sickness upon Pinky’s face. He went over to him and placed a paw on his forehead. Pinky was warm and he had a suspicion why.
“You have a fever,” He replied, his frustration growing. “You didn’t dry off, did you?”
“No…” Pinky looked away sheepishly
Brain perched his fingers on his temple and exhaled in annoyance. Of course the oaf didn’t dry himself off, and now he was sick. “Can you walk?” He asked seriously.
Pinky swayed but he managed to stand, “a little..” Swinging a bit too dangerously for Brain’s liking, he grabbed Pinky’s arm and put it around himself, and they started to make their way back.
Pinky laid snuggly in the sponge bed in their cage while Brain sat next to him, dabbing a cold compress on his forehead to decrease the fever. He still looked uncertain, “You should have told me you were feeling unwell.”
Pinky weakly shifted in the swab, “I didn’t want to let you down. You need me for the plan….”
Brain was now the one who felt awful. The fact that Pinky was worried about the plan more than his own health. He truly didn’t deserve such an extraordinary friend. “You are more important than any plan, Pinky.”
That statement alone, made Pinky feel a little better. There were times when Brain could be very kind to him and it always made his heart all warm-like when he was. “Thanks, Brain, narf..”
Brain let himself smile with Pinky, “Anytime, my friend. Anytime…”
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"Only at night do Brain’s meddlesome thoughts run wild. Existential dread looms over him constantly, a certain question rising frequently in his mind: will he ever take over the world? Maybe a certain blue-eyed mouse can aid him in answering that inquiry once and for all."
I wrote a fanfiction!! Go read it if you want to. There's gay mice, angst, fluff, Brain breakdowns, and Pinky giving emotional support. I spent all this week working on it, though I don't think it's anything special. And yes, it's over 5000 words. Gosh, I think I got too invested.
#pinky and the brain#patb#brinky#animaniacs#if you're interested go check it out#trust me I had fun writing this#I want to do more#and this is only my second fanfic so prepare for OOC moments#I'm dedicating this fic to all of my followers on Tumblr#thank you so much everyone!!!!
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Random Brinky
¡Hey! ¿Qué tal? ¿Cuánto tiempo, no? Pareciera como si hubieran pasado meses desde la última vez que me arrancaron de esta obsesión para que, en un descuido, volviera aquí (aunque ciertamente, ahora mis dos fijaciones se mantenían fusionadas, en un extraño análisis comparativo que realicé).
En fin, no tengo excusas, ni coherencia. Esto es tal cual salió en un momento impulsivo de mi alma. Lo disfruté, mucho, y como técnicamente este es un espacio en el que me importa poco editar pero sí sentir, ¡que sea bienvenido el deseo de ser feliz!
INSPIRADO, CLARAMENTE en la S3 E7. Y sí, Brain sí pudo encontrar la forma de olvidar a su ex (y otras cosas). Pero las consecuencias no siempre son fáciles de notar ¿verdad?
P.S I'm sorry my initial notes aren't in English! But my English is not perfect (and I'm tired enough to leave all my problems to a free translator haha) so if you want to read my ravings, go ahead, I apologize in advance but I really want to go to sleep right now!
So you can find it in the second paragraph!
ESPAÑOL
Aún cuando los cuadros clínicos del Alzheimer eran estudiados en ratones, poseía el suficiente raciocinio para reconocer que los científicos de AcmeLabs eran tan humanos como su propio descuido para recordar estudiar una problemática alarmante en la sociedad, no obstante, no lo liberó de la presión constante que estaba sucediendo en la actualidad. Había estado olvidando muchas cosas a lo largo de la semana: explicaciones, objetos, los motivos iniciales por los que observaba tan atentamente a su compañero de jaula, o qué era lo que estaba pensando cuando parecía profundizarse en el cielo artificial que había en su mirar…y también eso. Había olvidado cuando los pensamientos se volvieron invasivos, una necesidad que escapaba de su consciencia hasta que era demasiado tarde.
No era como los pensamientos autodestructivos o las imágenes casi palpables de cómo se vería el mundo bajo su control; esto no es algo que controle una vez se encuentra despierto en medio del sueño, con la mente en blanco y el pecho palpitante. No. Esto lo hacía cuestionarse el funcionamiento óptimo de su cerebro. Lo hacía cuestionarse por qué, en todo lo que llevaba de existencia, sufría del padecimiento del genio loco.
Quizás esto no era un caso clínico en donde se enamoraba perdidamente de una paloma, o en todo caso, de un ataque involuntario de su propia psicosis llevándolo a tratar de cortar de una de sus orejas; pero se sentía casi lo mismo. ¡Era brillante, el ser más inteligente de todos si se le permitía presumir! Y de igual manera estaba tan, tan frustrado. ¿Cómo un dictador mundial podía olvidar algo tan insignificante como dónde estaba su plano? ¡Su vida dependía de ello!
Y, sin embargo, ahí estaba, olvidándolo todo, olvidando las piezas claves para su único objetivo en la vida. Olvidando su vida.
Eso no podía continuar así.
Así que vuelve a obligarse a pasar cada laberinto inútil de los científicos, jugando los ridículos juegos de memoria, imitando patrones, solucionando puzles que requerían seguir un orden especifico; ¡todo para solo solucionar lo imposible de solucionar! Porque no importó qué tanto lo logró, qué tanto los científicos resultaron ser más semejantes a una piedra que a hombres de ciencia cuando los superó, al final del día, al volver a su jaula, las cosas volvían a repetirse: olvidaría todo, a todos, menos a Pinky, sus ojos, sus manos, la sonrisa de idiota que siempre lo decoraba, su risa irritante, sus movimientos descoordinados pero adorables, su suave pelaje y…
Otra vez, ¿por qué estaba pensando en eso? ¿Cuándo específicamente inició con ese ciclo que a cada tanto olvida más repite como si fuera una rutina establecida?
Lo sabe, porque, de hecho, se está obligando a olvidarlo.
Se está intentando convencer frente al espejo de que este es un extraño caso de amnesia atemporal cuando perfectamente recuerda todo, al grado que está volviendo hacer su monologo interno donde trata, desesperadamente, de manipular la realidad, su interior.
Sí, había olvidado muchas cosas, demasiadas, solo que no eran gracias a un traumatismo en el hipocampo o en la corteza temporal. Ojalá lo fuera. Deseaba que lo fuera.
Lamentablemente, el motivo es mucho más humillante sin importar qué tanto quiera fingir que no lo reconoce.
Pinky lo hacía olvidar todo, o al menos, todo aquello que no fuera su mera existencia; y Brain no estaba dispuesto a reconocer la [gran] posibilidad de que estuviera obsesionado. En absoluto. Sería absurdo. Patético. Una infinidad de sinónimos que ni siquiera un diccionario dedicado a ello podría ayudarle a expresar.
Pese a eso, ahí estaba, olvidando nuevamente cuál era el punto del plan que estaba expresando cuando esos ojos le perforaron el pecho, insertándose de una manera tan escandalosa que provocaba que su cabeza se sobrecalentara. Y Pinky no poseía ni idea alguna, ¿cómo podría si en esa cabeza solo hay espacio para aire caliente? Era tan inocente, tan puro, tan dulce y agonizante que no podía dejar de verle, tratando de guardar cada facción con la mayor exactitud posible, encerrándolo eternamente en su memoria donde nadie podría modificar un solo gramo de su esencia.
“Brain” era otra señal que deseaba olvidar, principalmente, porque no podía evitar sofocarse en lo suave que podría tratar de llamarlo.
Era estúpido.
Ridículo.
Una burla a sus propios ideales.
No podía estar pensando en Pinky, vivir de Pinky, ser de Pinky.
Oh por Lavoisier, ¿en qué momento ese último pensamiento llegó hasta su pensamiento?
“¿Brain?”
“¿Si, Pinky?”
“¿Qué tiene que ver el ballet con un cisne? ¡Ellos no pueden bailar! Narf”
Aferra con fuerza el lápiz en sus manos, golpeando tan fuerte como se lo permite su cuerpo. “A veces olvido lo inverosímil que es intentar explicarte un proceso complejo. Así que lo haré más sencillo para ti: solo sigue mis instrucciones o infligiré tanto dolor en ti que…”
Olvida cómo respirar cuando su toque hace temblar su voz, cómo su ausencia lo hace sentir tan gélido y cálido.
“¡No tengo un atuendo adecuado para el ballet, Brain! Oh, oh, ¿qué debo usar ahora? ¡No quiero que piensen que nunca me llevas a lugares elegantes!” eso no era parte de su plan, ni de su explicación, pero podía fingir no recordar ese detalle. “¿Crees que debería usar el vestido rosado con olanes? Ese que tú—”.
“¡Sí!” Gritó o mencionó, a ese punto, la capacidad de nivelarse no era uno de sus fuertes. “Quiero decir, sí, Pinky, puedes usar lo que sea siempre y cuando permita el correcto funcionamiento del plan”.
Estrellas resplandecieron en esos espejos azulados que supo, sin duda, que estaba enamorado.
Pero es algo que olvidaría, una y otra vez hasta que sea inevitable su caída por él.
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Even when the clinical pictures of Alzheimer's were studied in mice, he had enough reasoning to recognize that the scientists at AcmeLabs were as human as their own carelessness to remember to study an alarming problem in society, yet it did not free him from the constant pressure that was currently happening. He had been forgetting many things throughout the week: explanations, objects, the initial reasons why he watched his cage mate so intently, or what it was he was thinking when he seemed to delve into the artificial sky within his gaze...and he had also forgotten when the thoughts became invasive, a need that escaped his awareness until it was too late.
It wasn't like the self-destructive thoughts or the almost palpable images of what the world would look like under his control; this is not something to control once he is awake in the middle of sleep, mind blank and chest pounding. No. It made him question the optimal functioning of his brain. It made him question why, in all his existence, so far, he suffered from the affliction of mad genius.
Maybe this wasn't a clinical case where you fell madly in love with a pigeon, or in any case, an involuntary attack of your own psychosis leading you to try to cut off one of its ears; but it felt almost the same. He was brilliant, the most intelligent being of all if he was allowed to boast! And just the same was so, so frustrated. How could a world dictator forget something as insignificant as where his plane was? His life depended on it!
And yet there he was, forgetting everything, forgetting the key pieces to his one goal in life. Forgetting his life.
It absolutely could not go on like this.
Hence he again forced himself through every useless maze of scientists, playing the ridiculous memory games, imitating patterns, solving puzzles that required following a specific order; all just to solve the unsolvable! Because no matter how much succeeded, how much the scientists turned out to be more like a stone than men of science when he overcame them, at the end of the day, when he returned to his cage, things would repeat themselves again: He'd forget everything, everyone, except Pinky, his eyes, his hands, the idiot smile that always decorated him, his irritating laugh, his uncoordinated but adorable movements, his soft fur and....
Again, why was he thinking about that? When specifically did he begin that cycle that every now and then he forgets and repeats as if it were an established routine?
In fact, he knows it, because he is forcing himself to forget it.
He is trying to convince himself in front of the mirror that this is a strange case of timeless amnesia when he perfectly remembers everything, to the extent that he is redoing his internal monologue where he tries, desperately, to manipulate reality, his inner self.
Yes, he had forgotten many things, too many, only they were not thanks to a trauma to the hippocampus or the temporal cortex. Wish it were. Wished it was.
Unfortunately, the reason was far more humiliating no matter how much Brain wanted to pretend he didn't recognize it.
Pinky was making him forget everything, or at least, everything other than his mere existence; and Brain was unwilling to acknowledge the [strong] possibility that he was obsessed. Not at all. It would be absurd. Pathetic. An infinity of synonyms that not even a dedicated dictionary could help him express.
Yet there he was, forgetting again what the point of the plan he was expressing was when those eyes pierced his chest, inserting themselves in such an outrageous way that it caused his head to overheat. And Pinky didn't possess a clue, how could he when there was only room in that head for hot air? He was so innocent, so pure, so sweet and agonizing that he couldn't stop watching him, trying to keep every faction as accurately as possible, locking him eternally in his memory where no one could modify a single ounce of his essence.
"Brain" was another sign he wished to forget, mainly, because he couldn't help but suffocate at how softly he could try to call it.
It was stupid.
Ridiculous.
A mockery of his own ideals.
It could not be thinking of Pinky, living of Pinky, being of Pinky.
Oh for Lavoisier's sake, at what point did that last thought even reach his thoughts?
"Brain?"
"Yes, Pinky?"
"What's ballet got to do with a swan, they can't dance! Narf!"
Grips the pencil tightly in his hands, tapping as hard as his body will allow. "Sometimes I forget how implausible it is to try to explain a complex process to you. So I'll make it simple for you: just follow my instructions or I'll inflict so much pain on you that..."
Forgets how to breathe when her touch makes his voice tremble, how his absence makes him feel so icy and warm.
"I don't have proper ballet attire, Brain! Oh, oh, what should I wear now? I don't want them to think you never take me to fancy places!" that wasn't part of her plan, nor of his explanation, but he could pretend not to remember that detail. "Do you think I should wear the pink dress with ruffles? That one you-"
"Yes!" shouted or mentioned, at that point, the ability to level himself was not one of his strong suits. "I mean, yes, Pinky, you can wear anything as long as it allows the proper functioning of the plan."
Stars shone in those bluish mirrors he knew, without a doubt, he was in love.
But it's something he would forget, over and over again until it's inevitable fall for him.
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