#i so easily get completely stuck and unable to do anything at all

[bruiisedfawn]

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[fastandcarlos]

Yeah, Life Is Pretty Good! : ̗̀➛ Carlos Sainz

summary: in which carlos finds himself daydreaming wondering how he managed to achieve such a perfect life

“Have you even been listening to a word that I’ve been saying?” 

The raise in volume of your voice had Carlos’ eyes snapping over in your direction, his eyes going wide. Your head shook, the guilt on his expression clear as he glanced back down at your son who he held tightly in his arms. 

“You weren’t were you?” You sighed, folding your arms in front of his chest. “I swear I might as well talk to myself sometimes with you, what’s been going on with you these days?” 

“Sorry,” Carlos sighed, “what was it that you were saying?” 

You dismissed Carlos as you left your son’s nursery, heading downstairs to get on with some work that you had to do. Carlos felt terrible as he watched you go, having tried his best to listen, but unable to quite concentrate enough. 

“That’s your fault,” Carlos scolded your son, “I can’t help but sit and watch you and that means I don’t hear your mummy.” 

Over the past three weeks since your son arrived, Carlos had felt new emotions that he’d never experienced before. He was overwhelmed, happy, a little bit tired, but above all else, he was so in love. 

Getting used to the newborn stage was exciting for him, each day he was finding out new things about your son, discovering new details or picking up on little habits. He was completely infatuated with his new status as dad, he couldn’t get enough of the massive learning curve. 

“Your mum just doesn’t understand, does she?” Carlos asked your son, “how can anyone not just be completely obsessed with you before anything else?” 

The bright eyes of your son stared up at Carlos, completely unaware of what he was saying. Carlos didn’t seem to mind too much, just getting your son familiar with the sound of his voice was the most important thing to him, knowing they’d have plenty of time for proper conversations in the future. 

You were sure it was the Spanish in him, but whenever Carlos spoke, your son listened. He was fascinated by Carlos’ voice, those little accents and flair that he had already had your son intrigued by him. 

You could already tell they were going to be quite the double act. 

You didn’t seem to mind though, watching Carlos in awe. He’d made no secret of the fact that he wanted to start a family, but even he couldn’t prepare himself for how incredible it would be. Above all else, he couldn’t quite believe just how lucky he got to have the two of you. 

“What do you do to me?” Carlos asked, standing your son up against his thighs. “You don’t even feel guilty for making me an emotional wreck, do you?” 

As he studied your son, Carlos could see himself in him perfectly, he had his eyes, without a shadow of a doubt, knowing he was going to a heartbreaker with those piercing orbs when he was a little bit older. 

Carlos couldn’t wait to teach him so much more about life, all the things his dad taught him, and although he wouldn’t admit it to you, he definitely couldn’t wait to show him all about race cars in the future too. 

He wasn’t quite sure how long the two of them were sat in the nursery for, disturbed by the door opening and you peering through, smiling softly at the scene that you saw unfolding in front of you. 

It was only as you walked in you noticed how Carlos’ bottom lip was stuck out, his eyes slightly bigger than usual, two habits of his you always recognised a sign for when he was feeling a little bit emotional. 

“What’s he done to you?” You laughed, taking a seat beside Carlos. 

Carlos’ head shook as he laid your son back down in his hold, using his now free hand to quickly wipe underneath his eyes and get rid of any tears that might’ve been threatening to spill for him before reaching across and taking a hold of your hand. 

You weren’t letting Carlos get away with things that easily though as you continued to stare at him, silently pushing him to open up to you and let you know what had suddenly got him feeling a little bit teary eyed. 

“Don’t,” Carlos chuckled, feeling you watching over him. “You’re going to laugh at me if I tell you what it is that I’ve been thinking about.” 

“You won’t know unless you tell me?” 

“It’s silly,” Carlos told you, but still you sat in anticipation. “I was just thinking about how amazing life is right now, with you, and of course this one.” 

“That’s not silly in the slightest,” you smiled, shuffling closer towards Carlos. “I think that’s a pretty natural thing to think and feel considering what we’ve just been through.” 

“I never expected life to be this good,” Carlos admitted, finding himself getting a little bit flustered once again. 

Carlos’ feelings were only matched by you, it was an overwhelming experience to say the least. The most amazing thing for you was watching Carlos as a dad, you knew that he was going to be good, but even Carlos surprised you with just how good he was. 

“I’m so proud to say that this is our team,” Carlos smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It feels like we’re pretty untouchable when it’s the three of us together.” 

Your head nodded in agreement with him, “we always said having a baby would be what completes us, and I think we were absolutely right.” 

“There’s always room for one more,” Carlos replied, watching as your eyes went wide, quickly shaking your head to swat away any ideas that Carlos had. 

You’d only just had one, let alone start thinking about another. Maybe one day you could have those conversations with Carlos again, but for now you, and your body, were more than happy just making the most of having one baby safely with you both. 

“It makes me sad to know that he’s going to grow up,” Carlos spoke, changing the subject. “I wish he could stay this small and adorable forever.” 

Already the two of you were noticing changes, before your very eyes it already felt like your son was growing up at a rapid rate, and he’d only been with you for a couple of weeks. 

“He’s always going to be adorable,” you laughed, “he’s got our genes after all.” 

“That’s true,” Carlos chuckled, his eyes flickering between the two of you. “He’s going to get all the ladies when he’s older, I can already see it.” 

You dreaded to think how you would cope in the future, watching your son grow up, the terrible twos, the tantrums, and the teenage years too. But for now you were both on cloud nine, hoping that you could stay in your bubble for as long as you possibly could. 

“So, life is good then?” You jokingly asked Carlos. 

“Yeah, life is pretty good!” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[deathbxnny]

Have I watched/read JJBA kinda. Is it my new hyper fixation yes. Anyways Giorno Giovanna, Jotaro Kujo, & Jolyne Cujoh with a reader (platonic or romantic idc) that’s like Firefly and her stance is just Sam but it’s called Iron Maiden!

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JJBA characters with a Firefly-like! Fem! Reader | Jolyne Cujoh, Jotaro Kujo, Giorno Giovanna

As someone who can easily say that JJBA is their favorite anime, I absolutely love this idea, Anon!! I made this a romantic hc, so I hope you'll like it!<33

Content: Vague mentions of chronical illness, mentions of potential future death by illness, angst, hurt/comfort, sfw

Reader is fem/afab in this, but no pronouns are mentioned!

((Not proofread))

》JOLYNE CUJOH

Jolyne met you in jail as a cell mate, one she quickly found a lot in common with, especially regarding your rather special stand abilities. But your illness is what really drew her to you and made her determined to keep you safe after you became a couple. Her heart ached knowing you were stuck in a prison, when you should be out there experiencing life as much as you still could, but alas, you were here with her, and she tried to make things easier for you with her presence.

She was left stunned however, when you were attacked by some stand users and quickly found out that you perhaps didn't need the extensive help and care she had given you after all. Sam, your stand, was more than enough to destroy any enemy in sight, something she found absolutely awesome. Jolyne would absolutely cheer you on from the sidelines, completely forgetting that she had to fight too.

It makes her proud to see how strong you are despite your potential deadly fate and hopes to stay at your side until the end.

》JOTARO KUJO

You both were childhood friends turned lovers, and so he was very much aware of your condition from day one. He watched as your illness progressed to become worse and worse until you were left unable to walk properly anywhere. But what hurt the most deep down was that you always remind me so gentle and calm with him anyway, despite his rather aloof and indifferent personality. His mother often teased him playfully for being so soft with you and only you, but he'd just stubbornly deny it every time.

With that said, anyone that hurts you is practically dead before they know it. He doesn't play around when it comes to your health or well-being, and so it does come to some sort of relief that your stand is extremely powerful. It made protecting and keeping you safe a lot easier when you could just do it yourself, too. This doesn't mean he won't keep his eyes on you at all times anyway.

Jotaro is somewhat in denial about what's most likely going to be your early passing due to your sickness, despite his rational mind. He doesn't want to think or hear about it, as it hurts too much to lose you as well.

》GIORNO GIOVANNA

Giorno met you through Bucciarati, and whilst you weren't directly a part of the gang, you were still an important person in it due to your stands immense strength. You immideatly introduced him to it through a battle against an enemy stand user, which made him take interest in you initially. You were gentle and soft-spoken, so it was definitely a contrast he quickly became infatuated with over time. But what really got him about you was that you were able to do all these great things despite being gravely ill.

It served as a reminder that life was cruel, and yet Giorno wasn't phased by it. In fact, he hoped that once he was successful with the mission of overtaking the boss, he'd eventually be able to get you the medical care you needed. He was determined to find a way to stop the illness or at least make life better for you, so you became another goal for him to fight for.

You can always count on him for anything and everything, that's for sure. He loves you greatly and wants to show you that by staying by you even when things get worse. So if you inevitably die, then he'll be there until your last breath.

[fairies-in-the-garden]

he holds me in his big arms, drunk and i am seeing stars

pedro pascal x reader | 1.3k words 

summary: after a night out, your best friend pedro accompanies you in a taxi to ensure you get home safely. but as things take a long-forbidden turn, your relationship may never be the same.

notes: best friend pedro!!! fluff. slight jealous pedro. secret mutual pining. idiots in love. neck kissing! mention of alcohol consumption.

a/n - i honestly hate this, it could have been so much better but i got stuck with it. maybe i'll rewrite it in the future... with smut mwahaha

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the cool city air turns dramatically stiff and warm against your burning skin as the door of the taxi is pulled shut. 

“do you have your house keys on you?” pedro asks with tenderness; hand going to your cheek to turn your face to him.

you grunt in response, completely unaware of what’s left his mouth, let alone anything that's going on. in your current state, everything is but a jumble of nonsense hitting wildly ringing ears. he knows that. it'd be an impossible task to quiz you further, so he doesn't.

you hear muffled conversation as he blurts out his own address. with hurried eagerness the taxi accelerates onward into the night.

your body is particularly numb, limbs wobbly and loose, as you struggle to remain upright in the backseat. for some time, with all your might, you try to fight the inevitable collapse of your upper body. but as the taxi takes a brisk turn, you're a goner. with a defeated sway you begin to fall forward, caught firmly by gentle hands around your waist.

"atta girl, i got you." that all too familiar voice rings sweetly in your ears. brought backward, pedro lays your upper body against his chest, steadying you with care in his hold.

you groan from the movement, though slow and brief. your head pounds at an extreme rate - no thanks to the alcohol, of course - but made no better by the tight pins holding up your once perfect updo. you groan again, this time more audible and with more distress in your tone.

"what is it?" pedro asks, fearing the position he has you in is an uncomfortable one. "my head..." you say, trailing off at the end, unable to finish your thought. everything is too much.

as if a mind reader - although in actuality from knowing you better than you ever have yourself - pedro's hands make way to your head. carefully he removes pin by pin. as your hair falls to your shoulders, pedro's hands do not leave their place in it. in gentle circles, his fingers make way across your scalp, messaging it with care.

his touch so easily accepted makes pedro's mind wander; an all too common mix of anxiety and a bit of jealousy taking over him. how did you get to such a state? this isn't exactly like you. did someone coax you? he can't help his bothersome thoughts as he plays with your soft hair.

his blood boils at the thought of having not gotten to you when he did. of someone else getting to you first; someone with ill intent. he should have never left your side.

as pedro's mind continues to linger to dark places, his fingers tangle further into your hair, pressing harder right where you need him to most.

your eyes shut instinctively, head falling back onto his left shoulder. as your body melts into his, you're unable to stop what comes next - as your lips part in pure ecstasy, a soft moan falls from them.

your eyes shoot suddenly open. for a moment, it seems utter self-consciousness manages to sober you up. cheeks blushing instantly, you say a little prayer in hopes he somehow hadn't just heard that.

oh but he had. with that sweet little noise, all his worries leave him. you're here. you're with him. you're safe. the knot is his stomach settles, turning into something else...

against his own will, pedro's cheeks are a bright blushing red, his pants shamefully tighter than they'd been moments before. he wished it hadn't had such an affect on him. that you didn't have such an affect on him. oh but you always have.

the taxi is silent aside from blaring horns on the outside and nervously beating hearts on the inside. in an attempt to hide your flushed face, convinced he can see it from behind you, you tilt your head away from him. but that only makes him see you more.

the city lights twinkle on your face in a way he imagines it would only do to angels. your eyes flutter closed, lashes heavy yet somehow still so soft. he tries to stop himself, but he can't help but look to your lips; plump and pink from a night of bottles pressed sweetly to them.

against his better judgement, as though, rather, he is the drunk one, pedro lets his hands wander. trailing down from your hair, his hand moves loose strands away from your neck. eyes transfixed, his fingers linger on the soft, warm skin just below your ear.

"pedro," you whisper softly, a mess under his gentle, telling touch. the bashfulness you just felt, now softening.

swiftly, before reason can stop him, he buries his head in the crook of your neck. his lips, wet and hot, leave agonizing kisses along your burning skin. he remains there for a moment, lost in it.

leaning your head into his, your body can't help the way it reacts to him. it never can. you've always wondered how this would feel, you and him. and the feeling is one of overwhelming perfection. his hand trailing down to rest at the base of your neck is enough to make your legs shut eagerly tight - the need for friction harrowing.

pedro nips softly at your skin, earning another soft moan as your back arches against him.

as he raises himself from his place in your neck, there is a moment in which you think you should slide over, away from him. he thinks just the same. if you both were to shift apart, turn to look out your own windows, and not speak another word - all could be forgotten. yet neither one of you can bear the thought of it.

turning your head to face his, your eyes meet for the first time tonight. his are dark and sparkling, you imagine yours are as well.

you can't help but let your mind wander to the place in which you'd so often had to forbid it to go. flickering down to his lips, wet and rouged, you want to kiss him. it's not the first time you had wanted to. the only difference is that this time, you don't think you're going to stop yourself.

as you lean in closer, you watch his eyes fill with worry, with guilt. stopping halfway, you speak softly, longingly, "kiss me again... please..." you trail off, still regrettably a bit drunk. you breathe shallowly, trying to gain some soundness in your voice, "a real kiss."

he winces at the sound of your slurred voice, eyes like a puppy's. his hands come up to cup your fiery cheeks as he speaks affectionately, with caution, "i can't, honey. you're not sober. i shouldn't have even done that."

he is the most respectful person you know, always has been, but right now you wish he'd just take advantage of the moment - of you.

your lips fall into a pout, "i liked that you did. i've always..." you don't know how to make sense of how you're feeling, how you always have, or how to put it into words. but he understands you somehow.

"i've always wanted to kiss you too." he states, thumb rubbing circles on your cheek. you lean into his touch, eyes closing to take the moment in.

"you're so beautiful, y/n..." your eyes open, looking up to him shyly from his words. from the last time you'd seen yourself in a mirror earlier in the night, you knew you looked a mess.

"even like this?" you say, cracking an uneasy smile.

"even like this." he states, returning a smile bright as the stars.

"please kiss me..." you plead again, your eyes now the ones puppy-like. you don't want the opportunity to slip away. for him to slip away.

he slowly leans forward. happily, you close your eyes in long-awaited anticipation. lips ready for his, you're caught by torturous surprise when pedro's press tenderly to your forehead, instead.

pulling back, he tilts your head to look up at him once more. "we can talk more about it in the morning." he states with a kind grin. he's truthful, you know that, but you need to be sure.

"promise?" oh please don't let this be over.

"i promise."

leaning back into the seat, pedro opens his arms for you to sink into. as the ride continues, the streets outside become more and more familiar - a sign you're almost to his home. wrapped in his grasp, you already feel like you're there.

[x--sinner--x]

gonna get real af for a hot second but i promise this will get to a fantasy i just needa give backstory. I have this fantasy involving taking advantage of parts of my anatomy that im not particularly happy with, and i think it makes me feel less insecure about it in general.

I really struggle to cum, dont know what it is but clitoral stimulation is rather nothing at all or too much. with hands i cant get anywhere, but with toys I get do overwhelmed and overstimulated that i stop before it can go anywhere. it feels good but just too much. my hands move away on instinct and i physically buck away. i cant force myself past that. Im fairly experienced and have tried many different things but nothing works. if i calm down and repeat that with a toy on the clit a few times, i can eventually cum from penetration. its long and annoying and im yet to find a sex partner willing to use toys but hey ho its fine.

BUT since i have a cnc kink.... i fantasize alot about someone tying me up and forcing me to go past that point where i cant keep going myself. just shove something in my mouth and help me with this experiment, forcing my first clit orgasm out of me. I dont know what would happen or how it'd affect me but im hoping it knocks me a bit braindead.

I want to open up about this to someone, a close friend perhaps in a moment of vulnerability, and for them to be so curious they hatch a plan. Tying me up, gagging me in my sleep and going in with a vibrator, ignoring my thrashing and continuing until I pass the point i get stuck on. Pinning down my hips, spreading my legs and treating me like a little lab rat. Bonus points if they force me to thank them after. (Or if they shove my head into the bed and fuck me from behind after bc i cum so easily from penetration after my clit has been overstimulated. so i imagine it'd be worse after this)

thank you for listening to my overly personal and specific fantasy, mwah mwah all.

First of all, I'm glad that you wanted to share this with it, and I apologise for taking so long to respond to this. I find it really commendable and respect you a lot for finding the courage to share this with me and my audience.

I know how frustrating it is to edge yourself for hours and yet feel like you are unable to cum. But there is no need to be insecure about it. Yes I understand it makes you feel certain ways, but if you can calm yourself down I'm sure you will be able to derive some much needed release out of your body. Just remember to take deep breaths and there is nothing to be ashamed of, no need to be overwhelmed. Just think it's just you and your body, and this reaction is natural. Slowly increase how much stimulation your body can take and it will take some trial and error but you can find the sweet spot and when you do, your orgasm is gonna feel so much more personal and passionate and it's gonna last a long time.

And don't worry. I'll be that good friend you share this to, and I'll make sure you feel that orgasm no matter what, and I'll do it all for free and I won't hold anything back. But you do have to surrender yourself completely to me and let me work my magic. I would blindfold you, take away the senses that takes you away from the experience, pin you down and have my way.

With your senses detached, your body will feel more personal with the new stimulations that are introduced. Your body will naturally oblige, with your wet pussy walls clinging to the length of my cock, pulling it even deeper within. Your imagination will run wild, as you feel the entire world fade out and all you can focus on is that something is prying your insides open and is reaching deeper and deeper. You will be in a state of maximum euphoria, detached from reality and attached completely to the length of my cock.

The more forceful I am, the more livid you get. The more livid you get, the more personal you feel your body getting worked up. You will sweat, your heart starts beating faster, your nipples become erect, you would feel short of breath, your body becomes hot and without you even realising it, the orgasm hits you deep, like a white light guiding you to an unexplored path, and when you come to, you will see you have messed up the sheets with your own squirt, and that some white liquid is oozing out of your pussy.

[minnielvrr]

Fever

Lee: Changbin Lers: Chan, Jisung, Hyunjin, Minho Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: hope you like this hun🤗💖 @hearted-anon it's been a while since I wrote anything🥲

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@reginald-stay09, @jungwon-is-the-one

Changbin woke up feeling sick. His body ached all over and he could tell from the way his skin felt clammy that he likely had a fever too.

Not wanting to miss work nor ‘bother’ his bandmates, he took some meds and wore a mask which he hoped could hide his flushed face.

He’d push through today and ask for a day off tomorrow—that would do, he thought to himself.

His schedule for the day was light, just some vocal lessons and recording sessions before he could come back to his bed. With that thought to fuel him, Binnie tried to tough it out.

And though the vocal lessons went alright, the recording... didn't exactly go as planned.

His throat felt itchy and sore after using it so much earlier and he couldn't seem to get his lips to move as quick as the rap demanded.

After a dozen or so failed attempts, Chan called him over to the studio, sitting the boy down on a chair and gently brushing his hair back.

Silent tears were running down Binnie’s cheeks and his lips were wobbling when the leader lowered the mask. The younger's skin felt hot to the touch, flushed a light pink.

"Binnie, are you sick baby?" He asked, worried eyes scanning the boy’s expression. Changbin nodded hesitantly, his wide, teary eyes looking at Chan with a mix of emotions he couldn’t seem to voice.

"Oh love, why didn't you tell me? You should be resting right now," Chan's voice was thick with concern, his hands reaching up to cup Binnie's face.

"Didn't wanna bother you guys. I'm fine." The younger mumbled. The leader sighed at his stubbornness.

Of all his kids, Changbin was easily the most adamant. And normally he didn't mind it.

But Chan was always strict when it came to his kids' health. He didn’t want them wearing themselves thin, especially not when they weren’t feeling okay.

He found some meds in his bag and gave them to the younger, with firm instructions to not move from his place or strain his throat, lest there be consequences.

Then he left to talk to their manager to get the day off for some of them. Without much thought, Binnie popped the pills in his mouth, completely oblivious to the fact that the pile of clothes on their couch was actually a certain quokka.

With Chan gone, silence filled the room, save for Binnie's shaky breathing as he tried to ignore the fever burning his skin. Determined to not waste time, he started practicing again.

Despite giving it his best, voice cracked constantly, and he was unable to keep up with the required speed. After multiple attempts, he was startled by a sleepy voice interrupting him.

"Hyung give it a rest. Didn't Chan hyung just tell you not to do that?" Binnie froze as he watched the clothes move around to reveal a face with chubby cheeks and a pout.

"I'm gonna tell hyungie~" Han threatened, shaking his head when Binnie pleaded with him. “Please don’t tell him Sungie…”

A smug smirk played on Hannie’s face as he watched the helpless and frankly desperate expression on the older's face.

Their dwaekki was so cute. That expression was completely wiped off when Binnie pounced, his hands digging haphazardly into what he assumed were the younger’s sides.

It seemed to work, the ace letting out a loud screech before dissolving into peals of bubbly laughter.

"Are you still gonna tattle?" Changbin teased, pressing his hands in deeper just to watch as Han threw his head back, hands still stuck under the layers as he squirmed as best he could.

“No! Hyuhuhung nohohoho plehehease!!” Hannie begged as Changbin continued, endeared by the younger’s loud cackles.

The two were so engrossed in their little moments that they didn't notice when the leader walked in, with Minho and Hyunjin in tow.

"Changbin-ah what did I just tell you? And Hannie you were supposed to watch him, not provoke him." He admonished the mop of messy hair on the couch.

Hyunjin giggled at Channie's exasperated words, walking over to wrap his arms around their dwaekki.

Binnie melted into the touch, Hyunjin's hug feeling like a cool blanket, soothing his feverish body.

He turned around and nuzzled his face against the younger's chest, smiling contently. The sweet moment was cut short with a shriek, however, when Hyunjin's hands fluttered at his neck.

Something about the fever seemed to have made his body much more susceptible to the light sensations.

Each touch feeling even more ticklish than usual, his fever-heightened sensitivity left him defenseless against their teasing.

Hyunjin kept it up, looking fondly at his hyung trying to wiggle away. Then Chan joined in, fingers squishing and pinching Binnie’s cheeks in adoration as he giggled softly.

“Hyuhuhuhung, Chahahannie hyuhung nahahaha ihihi’m sohohohorry!”

The leader’s touches slowly descended, from Binnie’s cheeks to his neck to his ribs and sides until poor Changbin was left a giggly mess in their hands.

Anywhere their hands could go, they ventured until the dwaekki’s knees went weak. “Feeling a little giggly baby?” Chan teased, as he and Hyunjin backed Binnie into the couch.

Jisung had joined Minho earlier and the two simply watched the show for now, from their front row seats.

“Go on, lay down for us hyung. We’ll take good care of you~” Hyunjin cooed, fingers caressing Binnie’s upper ribs from under his clothes.

“Ahh! Your hahahands are freeheeheezing!!” Changbin nearly shrieked out a protest only to interrupt himself when a new onslaught of giggles tumbled out his lips.

His body jerked away when Minho’s hands began to scribble lazily at the sides of his stomach.

“That’s because you have a fever honey~ Tell me, is it just the cold you feel, even when I do this?” Minho taunted, leaning down to press a kiss on the center of his belly before blowing a loud raspberry on the spot.

It made the bunny squeal and arch his body away, hands grappling Minho’s shoulders in a weak attempt to escape the sensations.

Being tickled this way made him feel so loved and giddy. He loved being big, strong Changbin but he also needed time as baby girl Binnie. And his members always knew exactly what to do.

“Fuhuhuhuck thahahat’s soHOHO BAHAHAD!! MIHIHINHO HYUHUNG PLEHEASE! Anyhyhywhere buhut theHEHERE!” Cute, bubbly giggles spilled from his lips as he struggled.

“That’s right, keep giggling for us hyungie. Yeah, just like that~” Jinnie urged and the endless teasing drove the poor dwaekki mad.

His face was red, the pretty color spreading down his neck and under his collar. His newly weakened state meant that he didn’t have the strength to fight back as he usually would.

And of course, Han took advantage of that. Using the chaos as a cover he sat by Binnie’s head and quickly slipped his hands into the hollows of his underarms.

Changbin all but screamed at the unexpected intrusion but Han was gentle, using slow strokes that had Binnie’s knees feeling weak.

“Ahahahaha shihit!! Ihihit tihihickles! Ihit tihihickles!! The fever amplified the ticklish shocks racing up his nerves and straight to his brain.

The poor dwaekki could only howl with crazed laughter as Minho blew raspberry after raspberry all over his sides and belly while Hyunjin sunk his hands into Binnie’s plush thighs and Hannie kept scribbling and massaging his pits.

“Say cheese~” Chan snicked, armed with his phone and Binnie was only able to glance at the camera before the hands on his body picked up their pace, absolutely ruining him.

He twisted and writhed helplessly under their touch, words incoherent as he laughed and laughed and laughed.

They kept it up for 30 seconds before letting up and then Chan dangled his phone tauntingly at Binnie, showing him the latest update to the leader’s bubble.

Binnie gasped, reaching for the phone but one tweak of Hannie’s fingers in his armpits reminded him of his position. So he lay there, panting, Hyunjin gently wiping his tears as the video got uploaded.

“Hyuuung! STAYs are gonna tease me so much!” He blushed red at the thought and just as he predicted, on their car ride home, Hannie showed him the video they’d taken earlier.

In it, Binnie was smiling so hard, his teary eyes barely open as he looks at the camera and blabbers on and on, words indecipherable as he cackled and squirmed.

He blushed hard when he saw the comments under the video, their fans cooing over how adorable he looked and how sweet he sounded. It made his heart swell with happiness.

“You’re not going to do this again, are you, Binnie hyung? You’ll rest next time right?” Jisung asked, pressing a kiss to the older’s neck with each word.

It kept him giggling until they got home, prompting Changbin to say ‘no’ just so he could earn a few more pokes and scribbles to his sides.

The tickling had taken his mind off the aches in his body, making him feel much better than he’d felt that morning.

"This feels so nice." He sighed through quiet giggles, making both Han and Minho smile fondly at him.

“Well, they say laughter is the best medicine. Up for round two when we get back?” Minho mused, sending a few rapid squeezes to Binnie’s thighs. The rapper jolted, then nodded, giggling out a wobbly ‘yehehes’ through his laughter.

He got all the tickles he craved through the 2 days he remained sick, with the members taking turns to dote on him in all manner of ways. And by the time he recovered, Binnie felt better than he had in a while.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

This is going to be a really long post, but here's the explanation to the friend I lost recently and the immense grief I'm going through, and why I'm taking a break from writing.

The best friend I lost is my ever-so-beloved cat named Macaroni (named for his deep red-orange fur that looks like Macaroni. We nicknamed him 'Macky' for short) I know a lot of people might be like "oh, well it's just a cat it's not like it was a human being or anything you're being overdramatic" but keep in mind this cat has been my ONE AND ONLY BEST FRIEND for so many years (I got him when I was five years old, and he lived with me for 17-20 years -- we weren't completely sure of his age since he was already a few years old when we got him but he was somewhere around that old), and he was one of the ONLY long-term friends I've EVER had (I literally have only 1 other friend who has stuck around as long as he has, but she lives several states away where I don't get to visit often). I'm not exaggerating when I say this cat was part of my family, my soul brother.

Having to say goodbye to him was easily the worst moment in my entire life, letting my dad take him away to be put down, knowing I'd never see him again, never get to pet his fur or do nose boops with him ever again (he loved touching his nose to mine in his way of saying ‘I Love You’). Even my dad was crying, and he's the kind of guy that never cries.

I couldn't even bring myself to go with him when he drove to the vet to have them put Macaroni to sleep because I was just too heartbroken, so I stayed at home the whole time just bawling my eyes out. Macky was experiencing kidney failure and was anemic alongside some other issues. By the end of his time on earth he couldn't move well and was just laying around on his side unable to do much.

And one of the hardest parts of it all was that his mind was intact -- he wasn't fading mentally. Even when he was sick and dying he still lifted his head when he heard me crying to nuzzle me and boop my nose with his one last time, even though he was physically too weak to stand or walk or do much else than lay there. It was like a gut punch, seeing him like that, where he was mentally fine and normal and healthy, but his body just... couldn't keep up with him anymore.

I'm crying my eyes out even writing this because it's such a raw gaping wound for me, but I feel like talking about it will help, at least a little. But it's like a giant hole has opened in my heart, an aching absence. That something’s missing. I keep expecting him to come running up to me when I open the front door when I get home to greet me like a dog, and he just... won't. He won't ever do it again, because he's gone, and never coming back.

He has been my only source of strength for so many years. I have dealt with a lot of bullying problems in my school years (partly because I'm officially diagnosed with high-functioning autism and suck at social stuff/interactions which made me a good target for bullies) and had no friends whatsoever to get me through those hard times (not an exaggeration in any way, I quite literally had zero friends to back me up and always sat at a lunch table alone by myself to eat), and that incredible cat was always the first one I would go to when I got home for comfort, and sometimes I'd just cuddle him and cry into his soft fur while he purred and comforted me. We did EVERYTHING together. If I was playing on my phone or watching videos/movies, he was right there curled up on my lap. At night, he'd snuggle in my arms and we'd fall asleep together (he was never the kind of cat to sleep at the foot of the bed -- he always insisted on being RIGHT THERE next to me where I could pet him and put my blanket over him, as if he were just another human). If I went outside? I'd put his harness and leash on and we'd go for a walk, as if he were a dog (he loved outdoor time so much).

He would follow me around the house like a puppy -- no lie, if I went in a circle around the house several times he'd come right along. Sometimes I'd do it just to have him follow me around because I found it cute and funny. It made me feel so loved and appreciated and most of all wanted, which I cherished because I generally have low self-esteem and confidence struggles.

I have met and interacted with many, many cats over the years, and NEVER met another one like Macaroni. He was truly one-of-a-kind, and I'll never find another cat like him. There is no even coming CLOSE to replacing him. His personality was incredibly unique among cats.

I miss my best friend so darn much and it's clawing and ripping me apart inside that I'll never get to see him again. I want him back so badlyyyyy!! 😭

He also had some of the most human-like and expressive facial expression I've ever seen (you can see in the pictures near the top of this post that he can display emotions extremely well -- especially the ones I turned into memes because they were so hilarious. There's more fun pictures at the bottom)

My best friend is gone, and I'm more lonely and lost than I've ever been before, especially since I don’t have any real-life human friends I can count on for comfort aside from my immediate family (and the 1 friend that lives states away that I rarely get to see in-person) so for the most part I'm struggling through the grief all on my own and it HURTS.

Honestly it's a miracle he lived as long as he did, considering the typical lifespan of cats. 17-20 years old is a loooog time in cat years.

For comparison on just how crazy long he's been in my life, I'M 20 years old myself. He's literally just... existed for as long as I can remember, ever since I was a little kid. I almost can't remember how I first got him because it's been so long. He's been there for practically my whole life, and it's so strange that he's not around anymore.

What's funny is that getting him was an unexpected event. The story is that one day I was in the petstore sitting in the cart as my mom pushed it, and I was a huge animal lover at the time and always wanted to check out the cats and other pets to look at them, even knowing we'd never get one. But that day, a lady was cleaning the cat cages, and offered that I could temporarily take care of Macaroni while she cleaned his cage. She put him in the cart with 5-year-old me, and we INSTANTLY bonded.

So my mom called my dad to ask if we could adopt him, and he approved, so we filled out the adoption paperwork on the spot to see if we could get him. We weren't expecting to bring home a cat, but my mom could see how quickly I fell in love and knew I was totally friendless and could really use a best bud to hang out with.

Turns out, 8 other people wanted him too, but we happened to be the first to fill out the papers, so we ended up bringing him home the next day. And ever since he has been my best friend as I grew up from little kid to teen and then the young semi-adult I am now. He's been there for nearly every stage of my life.

He’s the kind of cat who would NEVER hiss at or scratch you, he was such a sweet and loving boy and was the absolute opposite of every feline stereotype I've heard of (independent, uncaring for humans, bossy etc. He was none of that, he was loving and always wanted to hang out and play with his favorite human (AKA me)).

We have two other cats in our household, but Macky… Macky was special. I’m absolutely devastated by the loss, and it feels surreal that he's gone after nearly 20 whole years living together. He's lived longer than most cats do, though, so I'm eternally grateful for the time I got to have with him. He saw me all the way through childhood, teenagehood, and early adulthood.

I'll hold you in my heart, my dear friend, until I can hold you in heaven. You were more loved and cherished than you’ll ever know.

Squinting to read the fine print 👇

Ready to go for a walk with our other light orange tabby Soffee 👇

Macaroni is VERY photogenic, and loves posing for the camera 👇

A poem for my sweet boy:

There's something missing in my home,

I feel it day and night.

I know it will take time and strength

Before things feel quite right

But just for now, I need to mourn,

My heart -- it needs to mend.

Though some may say, "it's just a pet,"

I know I've lost a friend.

You've brought such laugher to my home,

And richness to my days.

A constant friend through joy or loss,

With gentle, loving ways.

Companion, friend and confidante,

A friend I won't forget.

You'll live forever in my heart

My sweet, forever pet.

[skyward-floored]

Febuwhump collab alt day - “I love you”

And here’s the last febuwhump fic (...on the 27 of March lol. what can I say, I get easily distracted).

This one was suggested by @webhead3345, and it’s really more hurt/comfort then anything, but after the last one some comfort is probably nice XD I hope you enjoy it!

And thanks to everyone who suggested characters/prompts for these! I appreciate you all so much <3

Today’s lovely art

Ao3 link

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Having six kids could be a challenge sometimes, Malon was willing to admit.

It would be difficult enough normally, but with five of them having superpowers, two being adopted, and all of them rambunctious boys who sometimes forgot their house was on the small side... it could be a lot sometimes.

But Malon always did her best, and Time along with her. Even when it got overwhelming, even when they disagreed, even through the sleepless nights and stress and fear and countless other worries from essentially living underground, they both tried their hardest to raise their kids well, and keep them safe and happy. Malon could only hope they were succeeding.

Especially in regards to their two adopted boys.

Hyrule and Wild had both been through such awful things, both due to factors they couldn’t control. It wasn’t always obvious, and they were both so strong for their ages, but sometimes the scars that had been left on them both reared their ugly heads, and one or the both of them would fall apart for a bit.

Malon always tried to pay attention and help when one or the other of them was stuck in a bad period. She had plenty of practice with Wild, and usually knew how to comfort him, but Hyrule could be a bit of a mystery still. She was still figuring out what tended to set him off, how he acted when he was upset, how his reactions tended to differ from Wild’s, and most of all, how to help.

And at the moment, she was at a bit of a loss as to what to do.

Hyrule had been acting quieter then normal recently, fading to the background of the typical chaos his brothers brought with them. He mostly just nodded if someone asked him something, and seemed a little more distant, taking longer to respond to things, and keeping to himself.

Malon wouldn’t have worried too much about most of that, but then she noticed the shadowed circles appear under his eyes, ones that only seemed to get darker with every passing day. It soon became obvious Hyrule wasn’t getting nearly enough sleep with the way he began to stumble around, and Malon’s worry doubled.

And then Wild started to act in a similar way, unusually quiet and withdrawn, tired-looking and cranky, and that really got her worried.

Malon just wasn’t sure how to go about getting to the root of the problem. Wild and Hyrule were both tight-lipped when things bothered them, and got defensive if pushed, and Malon knew a direct confrontation could be disastrous. She’d tried some light prodding, but hadn’t been successful in the slightest.

She could guess what it was that was bothering the two of course, and had a pretty good idea of what it might be, but she also didn’t want to assume and end up making things worse. Time didn’t have any ideas either when she discussed the problem with him, but he’d been swamped at work lately, and was barely thinking straight.

So Malon was left to try and figure out the problem mostly by herself, her worry growing by the day.

It finally reached the point where it was affecting her own sleep, and Malon found herself startled awake late one night after a week had gone by from the start of her sons’ odd behavior, and found herself completely unable to fall back asleep.

Time was snoring softly beside her, and Malon laid there for a while, trying to let the sound lull her back to sleep. She didn’t have any luck though, her brain too full, her mind too awake. She finally sighed, getting nowhere, and carefully slipped out of bed and pulled on her bathrobe. She made sure not to disturb Time at all, then walked down to the kitchen to try making herself a cup of tea.

The kettle didn’t take long to heat, and Malon yawned as she set her tea to steeping, walking into the living room with it to sit and wait for it to finish.

Then stopped in her tracks, realizing she wasn’t alone.

Malon hadn’t noticed on her way in, but there were two odd lumps huddled on the couch, both quiet and still. She stepped closer to study them, and realized one was Hyrule, wrapped tight in a blanket and staring silently at the ground.

He wasn’t the only there either, but whoever it was beside him was bundled up so tightly that Malon had no idea who it even was.

She could certainly guess though.

Worry crested over her, and she set down her cup, walking forward and shuffling her feet just a little to make sure Hyrule heard her coming. He startled a little anyway when he noticed her, but didn’t shield or run, just went back to staring at the floor.

The lump next to him shifted a little, and Malon saw a strand of long blond hair fall free of the blanket.

“Hyrule? Wild?” she asked gently, and Hyrule swallowed, wiping his sleeve across his eyes. Wild didn’t move. “It’s awful late you two, what are you doing down here?”

Hyrule didn’t look at her.

“Sorry, it’s nothing,” he whispered.

“If it was nothing, you both wouldn’t be out here and not in your beds,” Malon gently pointed out, sitting down on the couch beside them both. “What’s eatin’ you?”

Hyrule kept looking at his feet, a few sniffles escaping him.

“I-I, we just can’t sleep,” he whispered, not meeting her eyes. “That’s all.”

“That’s all?” Malon asked gently. Hyrule gave her a tiny shrug. “Well... is there a particular reason you two can’t sleep?”

Hyrule went silent.

The lump at his side shifted, and Wild poked his head out, Hyrule moving so he was more tucked against his side then before.

“...bad dreams,” Wild whispered after a few minutes, voice shaky. “‘Rulie too.”

Malon’s heart sank.

“Both of you?” she asked worriedly, and Wild nodded, rubbing at the shadows under his eyes.

“Sorry,” Hyrule whispered even more quietly.

“Honey, you don’t need to apologize,” Malon said, and turned so she could meet his eyes. “Neither of you do, it’s okay. Do you want to talk about them?” she asked in a softer voice.

Wild shook his head, and Hyrule shrank down in his blanket.

“No.”

Worry prickled at her, but Malon nodded, and didn’t say anything for a moment, Hyrule still letting out an occasional sniffle. Wild shifted where he was curled up again, and somehow he and Hyrule ended up snuggled against Malon, Wild’s head in her lap, Hyrule’s resting on her arm.

A shuddering sigh escaped Wild, and Malon ran a hand over his head, fingers ghosting past his scars.

She let out a quiet sigh of her own, looking at them both. She’d finally gotten the answer to what was bothering them (and had been bothering them), but she felt no better knowing the reason.

The nightmares must have been especially bad as of late.

Malon adjusted Hyrule’s blanket, continuing to run her hand over Wild’s head. She dearly wished she she could take away what was troubling them both, and let them get a full night’s sleep for once, but unfortunately that wasn’t a power she possessed.

Malon wished it all the same though.

Hyrule sniffled again, and Malon shifted her arm so it was resting around him, loose enough he wouldn’t be nervous, but tight enough to offer comfort. He leaned into it, and Malon ran her hand over his hair as well.

“Mom?” Wild whispered after a bit, and Malon hummed questioningly. “Why’re you awake too?”

“Did we wake you up?” Hyrule asked worriedly, and Malon shook her head.

“No sweetie, you didn’t. I just couldn’t sleep either,” she admitted, and Wild peered up at her, worry shining in his eyes.

“...was it cause of nightmares?” he asked softly, and Malon ran her hand over his head again.

“No, not tonight. But... sometimes I have them.”

“...What about?”

Malon sighed, thinking for a moment before she spoke. Wild and Hyrule certainly didn’t need to know everything about nightmares she’d had, especially the worst ones, but maybe a few details would help them feel better.

“Well... I worry about you boys, and your father. All sorts of things, really. And sometimes my dreams take my worries and just twist them up and make them worse then they really are. It’s hard,” she said gently, “to remember they’re not real sometimes.”

Her boys seemed to think about that for a minute, both staying quiet.

“...Mine’re like that,” Hyrule whispered. “With the mostly real things.”

“I never remember mine,” Wild admitted, voice still shaky. “Just... just how bad they were.”

“Oh boys,” Malon said softly, and Hyrule sniffled again, hiding his face in her arm.

She’d thought the ache in her chest couldn’t get any worse, but apparently it could, and Malon held both of them tighter, running a soothing hand across both their heads. Hyrule and Wild relaxed at the motion, and Malon kept it up, beginning to softly hum.

She couldn’t take her sons’ bad dreams away. And she couldn’t take away the memories that brought them on, and continued to plague them even afterwards. But she could comfort them now, let them know everything was okay and that they weren’t alone, no matter what their nightmares tried to tell them.

Not on my watch, she thought as she continued to hold them tight.

Wild and Hyrule’s eyes began to droop as she hummed her family’s song, and Malon watched as they both slowly nodded off, still snuggled tight against her.

After several minutes, both were soundly asleep, faces relaxed from the tension that had been there before. A part of Malon wanted to just stay here with them all night, but she knew her back wouldn’t like it if she slept upright on a couch, and they’d all be more comfortable in their own beds. So once she was sure they were both asleep, she shifted Wild and Hyrule around, careful not to wake them. Then Malon pulled them both up into her arms, standing and walking back to their rooms.

Despite her efforts not to jostle them, both Hyrule and Wild’s eyes blinked open as she moved, and they watched her walk up the stairs, barely awake.

“You can carry us both?” Wild murmured doubtfully, and Malon smiled as she easily reached the top of the stairs.

“Darlin’ I’ve lifted cows twice your size before, this is nothing.”

Hyrule giggled. “Really?”

“Really.”

Hyrule and Wild both let out sleepy giggles at that, and Hyrule set his head back against her shoulder, eyes slipping closed.

Malon dropped Wild off first, setting him down in his bed and attempting to fix his blankets. Somehow they’d gotten all tangled around and folded in on themselves, and it took her a moment to straighten them out enough to tuck Wild in.

“Goodnight hon. Sleep well,” she said softly.

“You too,” Wild mumbled sleepily, and curled up under his blankets.

Malon gave him a kiss, and noticed a furry head poking up from Twilight’s bed, blue eyes shining at her. She put a finger to her lips, then carried Hyrule out of the room, hearing pawsteps cross the floor after she was gone.

She brought Hyrule to the room he shared with Four and Wind, stepping lightly so as not to wake anyone. Malon set him down once she crossed the room to his end, and tucked him in like she’d done for Wild, adjusting his blankets around him, and fetching the stuffed rabbit he usually slept with that had fallen halfway under the bed.

Hyrule watched her sleepily the whole time, still clinging stubbornly to consciousness. Malon lingered a moment even after she finished getting him settled, running a hand over his head, and Hyrule relaxed into the touch.

“Goodnight honey,” she said softly as his eyes finally drifted shut, and she stood and began to walk out the door.

“...Mom?”

The whisper made her pause, and she looked back at Hyrule, his eyes open again.

“Yes sweetheart?”

Hyrule blinked sleepily, barely hanging on to wakefulness, but Malon heard his next whisper loud and clear.

“...Love you.”

Malon looked at him in astonishment, warmth blooming in her middle at the sound of the words from her son. She blinked back a bit of a sting in her eyes, then walked back over to Hyrule, smiling at him.

“I love you too honey,” she said softly, and kissed the top of his head. “Sleep well.”

Hyrule smiled back at her, and his eyes closed again, Malon knowing he was truly asleep this time.

She adjusted his blankets just a little more, then straightened and crept out of the room, back to her own bed. The anxiety and tightness that had been keeping her awake had finally settled, and her eyes felt heavy as she slipped back to where she and Time slept.

“...Everything alright?” Time whispered as she got back into bed, looking at her sleepily. “You’ve been gone a while, I was about to come looking for you."

Malon smiled as she got under the covers, and nestled up to Time with a sleepy sigh.

“Yes. Everything’s fine,” she replied, setting her head under his. “Nothing to worry about.”

And something to celebrate, she thought as she closed her eyes, Hyrule’s whisper still warming her heart.

[sweeneydino]

I am VERY interested in your rftd au and I wanted to give you some suggestions on possible universes for the rest of the boys to end up in, but then I realized that I don't actually know which ones are best for the story setting so I'm just gonna list out all the dimensions I can think of with the pros & cons for each one.

I decided to go with 2003-specific ones because... well I just ran out of fuel after typing all of this.

Now on with the ideas:

og: taken by Leon (my boy!!!!)

Usagi Yojimbo: rural setting with limited technology, so Donnie would hate it (whether that's a pro or a con is up to you) has the advantage of easy access for the 2003 gang, but that might make it difficult to draw out story beats. Well established, but with a decent amount of wiggle room if you want to do your own twist on the world building for it.

Super Turtles: only really showed up in one episode but I personally think the universe has a lot of potential. Not much is known about them other than the fact that they're established heroes with specific powers, they weren't as close as the 03 gang, and they have an evil Splinter. That leaves a lot of space for interpretation! How WOULD they react to a turtle tot appearing out of no where? Would this be before or after their final showdown with Sliver, and how would that affect their interactions with a new turtle? You decide! (if you pick this universe anyways) They would PROBABLY be able to figure out how to dimension jump with the turtle tot pretty easy, if not as easily as Usagi would with access to the nexus.

SAINW: Technically established as an AU for all that it plays out as a possible future, so a Turtle Tot COULD end up there. It's got a lot of well-treaded ground, but there's always more areas to explore in an apocalypse! they would 100% be completely unable to do anything about the tot's dimensional displacement though. The Child would be very much stuck there until someone else comes and gets them.

That said, there ARE many advantages (and disadvantages) to each itteration of tmnt. 2003, 2012, and 1987 are the most popular to cross over with, but that just leaves more unexplored territory to play with in Mirage, the 90s movies, 2007, and the IDW comics (honestly, I think Mikey ending up in the IDW comics would be pretty interesting, since it has a strong focus on mystic abilities).

These are all just ideas though, so use your own judgement.

Hope this helps a bit!

...I'm starting to think I should just give this AU to you FSHGSJDJGD

THANK YOU FOR THESE UNIVERSES- it actually helps alot. I think I might use these >:)

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THIS💕💕💕💕💕!

Now I shall rub my hands deviously together 🙏

Time to make some sheets and weep cause of the amount of comics I've started- its times like these that make me miss the computer /j

[heichou-ackerman]

Out on a fancy evening with your modern!boyfriend Levi Ackerman

- Levi definitely lives the bougie life in every aspect, and that includes picking the most luxurious, four star rated types of restaurants. If he was snobbish about anything it was definitely the type of cuisine he wanted you both to indulge with, with his argument being “if I am going to spend money, I’m not gonna spend it on crap food.”

- While lowkey he doesn’t really expect you to dress up for these occasions, he might chastise you if you seem a bit too casual about it. This isn’t because he thinks you’re being lazy or a slob, he genuinely wants you to be able to look and feel your best. Nothing too fancy, just no sneakers or crocs. 

- It was really, really hard for you at first to be completely okay with going to these places and having him pay for anything. You’d be intentional about picking the cheapest item on the menu until he got note of what you were doing. Admittedly, he was a little offended with you. 

“I’m not a cheap ass. If I'm telling you to pick anything you want, then pick anything you want. Don’t be holding back on me.”

- Has a huge pet peeve about you being on your phone, even if it’s to check something real quick. Finds it disrespectful and constantly scolds you about not wanting to spend any time with him. He’s savage about making you feel guilty about it. 

“I wouldn’t have bothered paying for all of this if I knew you’d just be on your phone the whole goddamn time.” He isn’t wrong but he’s pretty mean about it. 

- A pet peeve of yours however, is his compulsion to clean up after you if you even happen to make the smallest of messes. He sweeps off any crumb you make, takes any discarded napkins, and has even wiped off the food from your mouth if he deemed it too messy.

“Levi! Stop, you’re acting like my mother.” “I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t eat like a child.”

- Not the jealous type, but if you become a bit too chatty with your server (which you are honestly just being a decent human being about it), he starts being a little more snarky or petty about things. He really is a little selfish about the time you spend with him. You catch onto it right away, and once you start teasing him, he gets really pissed off.

“Are you really upset because I was just being nice to our server?”

“You don’t need to talk to them about some shit you did last week.” “Someone is a little insecure.” “It’s not even that.”

“Don’t be a jelly sandwich, Levi.”

“I’m this close to just walking out and leaving your ass to pay for everything.”

-Falls into the classic trope of being seemingly cool and casual on the outside but is secretly panicking about how well you actually like everything. He pays special attention in making sure every detail is fitted to your liking, from the location of the restaurant to the type of bottle of wine he orders. Unknowingly, you really could care less as long as you spend time with him. 

“What do you think? Yeah?” “It’s good Levi!”

“Yeah, I told you so.” 

-Never a dessert or sweet tooth type of a person, so he gets pissed off when you order yours and are unable to finish it. He has to sacrifice his lack of a sweet tooth to make sure it doesn’t go to waste. 

- Is kind of an asshat when it comes to tipping, especially if he thinks the service is not worth his liking. You are able to easily convince him to leave a hefty tip though. 

- Usually the one to have driven to the place, and will always make sure to open the car door to let you in. He will absolutely not let you mess with his radio however, so you are stuck listening to some type of pretentious sounding jazz (though you secretly like how fitting it is to his charm).

-You both have a little routine of cruising around the city/town while music is playing in the background, simply enjoying each other’s company. You totally become a passenger princess as Levi gets a habit of reaching for your thigh and squeezing it gently. 

“Tonight was nice.” “Yeah, it was.”

“So when is it going to be my turn to pick a place for dinner?” “Are you going to suggest some shitty place like IHOP?”

“What’s wrong with-”

“Then no.”

[furiousgoldfish]

How to process trauma as a multiple (a person with dissociative identity disorder, OSDD or DID), taken from the book "Becoming Yourself: Overcoming Mind Control and Ritual Abuse" by Alison Miller.

First part of processing trauma as a multiple is that you need all of the parts that are holding some memory of that event; you need the pain holders, the sensation holders, anyone who was present or saw what happened, anyone who holds even a tiny bit of memory or pain or sight or sound, needs to cooperate in order for the trauma to be processed correctly. Unprocessed trauma can be used to trigger you, to trigger your parts, in case of mind control even to control their actions, it can cause emotional flashbacks, make you feel like you're re-living it or are stuck in it, often some parts will be stuck in the moment and unable to get out. In order to process it, the trauma needs to be put back together from all of the parts, and then processed only cognitively – meaning, without any emotion or sensation involved, just seeing and realizing what had happened to you, and with what results for your life. Then, you can introduce emotion and sensation to it, and your brain can make correct connections to what kind of feeling and pain was caused by what event, and store that information properly. Once you have all of the event completely understood and all of the emotions linked to the events they were caused by, the memory should be complete and able to get stored in the long-term memory side of the brain, where it will finally start fading, like normal memories do. Once it's there, it's unable to cause any more emotional flashbacks, panic attacks, or trauma symptoms, it would become a regular memory.

Now, how to do this when you're a multiple and you have many different insiders holding parts of that trauma, a lot of them unwilling to uncover what their part of it is, some of them holding just some of the sensation and some of the pain and unaware of the rest? What needs to be done is explaining to each of them what you're planning to do, and persuading them to give their part of the memory or feeling that they're holding, because it's going to make the burden of it lighter, and they will not be judged or punished for it. For some people, this will mean working around with other parts, that are assigned to punish certain parts for showing emotion or revealing information – they also need to be persuaded to not punish or sabotage the process. The book claims you don't even need to know all of the alters, just ask who has any part of the memory and persuade them, with explanations and benefits to what you're doing, to participate.

Once you have them all in, you need to get a big box, or a treasure chest, or a big bucket, or it can be a storage box, and you tell them to put all of the emotions, sensations, pain, fear, panic, anxiety, grief, anger, sexual feelings, bonds, love, shock, terror, anything they might be holding from that event, to put that feeling into the box. I was surprised to find out I could do this, because I've never done anything like it, but I could easily feel relief when every single sensation got sealed in the box, it was almost unbelievable. Then, you all sit together in front of a projector, or a television, or in my case, I physically transported us all in front of the event, so that we could watch it all happen. This way, all parts get a complete memory of the event, and awareness of what actually transpired, instead of the small part they were holding onto. First time you watch the memory, you watch it without any feelings or bodily sensations, all of that is in the box, and if you start feeling something, you pause, and put that feeling into the box, to continue watching the event using only the cognitive side of your brain. That is the only way you can get a good idea of what happened, without getting completely overwhelmed with sensations and pain. For the memory I was processing, I even cut the sound out and put it in the box, because it was less painful to see it without hearing it.

After seeing it once, you introduce feelings, little by little, and you don't need to feel it all in full extent. It's enough to add a little bit of feeling only to help your brain to connect it to the event. Just to link whatever discomfort, pain, sensation, grief and shock is related to the event at hand, it doesn't need to be felt in full all over again. You watch the memory again and again, until you're able to connect every sensation and emotion to it's cause. If there's any part of the memory missing, any sensation or information or feeling that you can't recall, you ask what part has got it, and ask them to put it in, to find out just what is hiding in that trauma.

When you're sure as you can be that every memory is back in it's place, you talk to all the parts to hear their version of how it felt and what they're feeling and thinking about it. You see what information they've gained from it, and how it changes their view of their function, or their life experience. If some are in grief, shock or terror, you make sure to offer them comfort and bring them back from the despair of it, and show them that other, different things happen in the future, that protect you from anything like that happening again.

After you've managed to do this, you can put the entire memory into the box (or treasure chest, or bucket, or whatever you feel is most appropriate), with a little opening for the chance that some other part of it will come up and need to join the memory, and the box can be stored as a processed memory. This should help your brain to store it as a long-term memory and for it to stop causing trauma symptoms.

I unfortunately have not been able to complete processing a single memory this way yet, because I keep missing parts and pieces, and parts holding them will not come up or cooperate with me, but I am hopeful that figuring out more about my parts and system will eventually enable me to process trauma properly. The information on how to do it gave me options to do things I couldn't do before. For instance, I could approach my child insiders who are stuck in the past, and show them the events of me running away from the abusers, having another place I can live in, show them that different future is possible and that freedom is possible. For those who've been brainwashed, I've been able to show them the events where the person who brainwashed them later abandoned them, ceased their function, and later distanced themselves to the point where they no longer recognize my voice or my face. (This sadly, only put my child insider into deep grief because they depended on that abuser for having a purpose and they're now just upset full time.)

I'm sharing this for the chance that someone else needs this and can use this information. I've never seen it laid out like this before. The examples shown in the book told the story of people taking a few years to intensively work on processing trauma, and then overcoming the symptoms of ptsd, which I find incredible and hard to even believe, having the ptsd symptoms for over 10 years now.

If anyone needs this book and is currently unable to buy it, I'm willing to share the pdf privately.

[dominimoonbeam]

To The Edge - 8

This work is mine and I do not give consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted without my permission. I am sharing chapters as I work on this story but it is copyrighted material that I plan to rework and publish when completed.

story tags: scifi romance, hijinks in space, rogues learning to trust, violence, blood, guns, death, explicit language, so much kidnapping,

Works organized and easily found over on the patreon. <3

TO THE EDGE - CHAPTER 8.

Rory contemplated some of the worst hours of his life to reassure himself that being duct-taped to a chair in his own ship, unable to do anything but wait and see if his bounty came back alive or not, wouldn’t make a list of his top ten.

There was the first time he got in a fight with pirates and got his ass handed to him. He’d almost lost an arm.

There was that time when he was working salvage and got stuck outside a wreck of a ship in a malfunctioning suit. Hypoxia had set it and if someone on his team hadn’t gotten the hatch open and dragged him inside, he would have died. He’d never felt his heart beat that hard before.

And then there was the first time he went to space—the first time he left the planet where he’d been born. He hadn’t been able to see the stars, packed into the cargo haul of a rickety ship, shoulder to shoulder with a hundred other desperate souls. It had shaken so hard, the hull creaking and screaming as they broke atmosphere. He had never been more scared before or since. That was the worst hour. The one where he thought he’d die crammed into that dark room, so close to escape, without a single star in sight.

This was not the worst.

This was not even close.

But it definitely felt like the worst when he considered just how much trouble that strange, naïve primer could be getting into on Styx. Where were they even going? If they wanted to piss off their family by running away, why this way? Why not go to Eaton? Why not go any damn direction other than the edge? The Solar Court had given up on this stretch of space—had found their limit and abandoned settlements along the border, like skeletons to mark the beginning of no-man’s-land.

The ship door opened, his ears popping and his head whipping to the side to try to see the entrance hall. “Stardust?”

It could be anyone. His primer could be anywhere.

“Did you enjoy your time alone?” they called, sounding chipper.

Rory laughed. “I spent the last two hours contemplating my mortality and just how quickly life can go to shit…”

Nodding, the primer walked onto the bridge. “You’re being dramatic.”

He huffed a laugh but forgot what he was going to say when he saw them. “Oh, look at you. I wasn’t expecting this much leather. Okay, I’m willing to admit that you might look better in that outfit than you did in my clothes…” Because he definitely wasn’t ready to admit how much he’d liked seeing them in his clothes… Did they get their hair cut too? That side shave was clean.

Stardust smiled and even did a little turn for him to get a good look at those leather ankle boots and tight pants, the faded t-shirt and leather jacket.

“What size is that jacket?” And where had they found it? He’d been looking for something like that for years. “Wait…How did you buy all of that?”

They blinked at him like they didn’t understand the question.

Rory shook his head. “There’s no way you had time to barter my stuff for that… Did you get into my account somehow or…” He sagged into his bindings. “Oh, Stardust. Tell me you didn’t use your own accounts.”

The primer pressed their shoulders back and their chin up. “It’s not like it’s a family account,” they said. “I have my own.”

“Not the family account? You think they don’t have tabs on your private one?”

Stardust rolled their eyes and waved a hand at him dismissively. “It doesn’t matter.” They settled into the pilot’s seat—his seat—and tapped at his controls, bringing his ship to life.

Rory ground his teeth, tugging at the tape he knew wasn’t going to budge but couldn’t stop himself from trying. “You really didn’t put much thought into running away, did you? Just figured that since you were already this far away, might as well keep going? Or did you like being in cuffs?” He grinned cruelly, hoping to get a reaction out of them. “You know, if that’s the case, I can cuff you again.”

He saw their hand hesitate over the keys.

Rory leaned forward as far as he could. “In fact, I promise that I will,” he whispered.

Stardust whipped around in the chair to glare at him, but when they opened their mouth, the ship beeped.

Incoming call. L-Class Yacht.

He saw the way their eyes flared at that announcement and barked a laugh. “That’ll be one of your relations. At least they’ll be able to tell from your shopping spree that I wasn’t taking advantage… Although I am definitely going to try on that jacket when I get loose.”

“Shut up! You’re not going anywhere, Cosmic. You’re in that chair until I’m done with your boat.”

He jerked at his restraints again and bared teeth at the back of their head. “Oh, I’m getting loose. See, you don’t know this yet because you have no fucking idea what you’re doing, but no one stays kidnapped forever. I mean, just look at yourself! By all rights, you should still be in a pirate’s storage compartment, but here you are, getting comfy in my seat, touching my controls, flying my damn ship—”

Another beep. Incoming call. L-Class Yacht.

He leaned back into his seat. “Are you going to get that?”

Stardust angrily tapped a key. The ship beeped. Call declined.

Rory gaped. “Are you out of your mind?”

The primer huffed a laugh, fingers flying over the controls. “Are you scared they’ll be mad?”

“Scared? Yes. Yes, I am scared of what your nightmare family might do if they think I fucked up this job. Have you met your grandmother? I haven’t and would like to keep it that way. Why do you think even pirates won’t go into the prime quad?” He didn’t need to wait for their response. “Because your family is there and they’re too snobby to step foot past their territory lines. So, assholes like me bring damsels like you back!”

Stardust tsked and he wondered if they’d rolled their eyes at him too. “I think we can both agree I’m not a damsel… and if you’re right, then I’m free and clear.”

“No. No, that does not mean that if you stay out of the prime they won’t get to you.”

The ship beeped. Detached from dock. Resuming course.

Rory sighed. “You’re not listening.”

The ship jostled as it decoupled from the station, stars gliding past the window and engines humming. “Don’t worry so much,” Stardust said, another tap at the console and they were off—cutting a line through space. “You’re going to be fine.”

“If they think I double-crossed them, or just botched this job, they will put a bounty on my head and hire someone else to drag you back. There’s no getting out of this.” Was he really trying to reason with this spoiled brat again? “And didn’t you want to go home? You made me promise.”

They shook their head but stubbornly wouldn’t look back at him. “You said you’d take me home. I never said the prime was my home. But I’m not holding you to that promise, okay? So just, sit back, relax, and you’ll have your ship back soon enough.”

Rory watched their shape bathed in starlight from the window, like a shadow being tested. “Prime isn’t home? Since when?”

They didn’t move. They didn’t answer.

He scoffed. Fucking primers. “Fine. Fine!” He pulled at his restraints again. “But when I starve to death in my own ship, that’s on you, Stardust. You’ll be a murderer as well as a thief!”

They finally looked back at him, eyes shining. “Then I guess we’re the same.”

Rory laughed cruelly. “Fuck you. We’re not the same!” he snapped but they both smiled. They were not the same—not by a long shot. And Stardust wasn’t a killer. He wasn’t even convinced they were a good thief, though admitting that in his current state would be too embarrassing to bear. “Seriously… Do you have any idea how humiliating this is?”

They kicked the lock on the floor and spun the chair around to face him. They looked way too comfortable in his seat, leaning into the side and putting a boot up on the cushion. “It’s not that bad.”

“I can’t get kidnapped by my own kidnappee. This will wreck my reputation.”

Stardust shrugged, trying not to smile and failing.

“Oh, you don’t give a shit about that? I’m really starting to regret patching you up.”

The primer put their elbow on the armrest and their chin in their palm, watching him squirm.

“You are officially my least favorite kidnappee.”

Stardust grinned.

No primer should have a smile that crooked.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

i read one of the old requests about teenage reader and ror characters with rhabdomyolysis -i hope i wrote that right-, and then i thought about reader getting comfortable again in her body yk, after months of avoiding exhausting physical activities and doing the bare minimum to avoid risks, a complete 180 from her active lifestyle that kept her in excellent shape, now body changes can be easily seen for the worse in her eyes and maybe reader is not liking the way her body is changing in the context of the feeling weak or scawny, so the family is there to reassure her about it:P

-It felt like you were trapped, trapped in a body that was not your own. You were an active person, always outside, running around, playing various sports, and now you were looking out into the backyard, confined to your bed.

-It wasn’t forever, that’s what your family and your doctors all told you. You had just gone too hard for too long, and your body had been at risk of shutting down, nearly killing yourself.

-You had to wonder while watching people running past your house, would it have been worth it, if you would have continued doing what you loved, even with the risk?

-Your family knew you were struggling, basically being grounded, unable to do anything, no working out, no exercise, you had to sit there and rest.

-Your whole life had done a 180, and it was hard for you to adjust.

-They tried doing what they could to help, bringing you books, puzzles, video games, things that would help you stay put and relax, they would sit with you, telling you stories, talking with you, anything to keep your mind off going out.

-You were allowed to go outside after the first week, getting cabin fever, but you couldn’t do anything except sit on the swinging bench chair on the covered porch.

-It was like dying but without dying, that’s how you felt, even if the more logical side of your brain was calling you overdramatic.

-Your family was supportive, knowing you were going through a rough patch at the moment, as they had one of your doctors provide them with some insight on how you were feeling.

-Kojiro and Lu Bu felt it when they compared your loss of exercise if they were to just stop training and fighting, being unable to do so. Loki couldn’t do any pranks, Jack couldn’t have any tea, everyone had their own thing that made up such a big part of their life, they just didn’t realize it until faced with the prospect of not being able to do it.

-At your one month follow up, you were elated when your doctor said you could go on one walk day, it wasn’t much, but you were finally allowed to go out, with supervision of course, just so you didn’t overdo it.

-You weren’t allowed to run around, you just had to walk, which was nice, and after not doing anything for a while, your muscles were hurting from just a walk around the park.

-Adam had nearly panicked when he saw you being carried on Leonidas’ back, piggy-back style, as your muscles had started spasming, but that was normal, after a panicked call to your doctor, as your muscles had to slowly get back to normal.

-You were happy that you weren’t stuck at home anymore, but it was going to be a long process.

-Your family was going to be right there for you, through this whole process, and you felt like you couldn’t appreciate them more for all this.

[brokensenseofhumor]

The controversial post that I mentioned on my birthday (aka Tuesday, this post is going up on either Thursday 11pm or Friday asscrack of dawn)

The purpose of this post is to clarify a variety of things just in case I go missing Friday afternoon, but due to certain events on my birthday it turned into an exposé + vent post. Even with such circumstances, I hope you can take away some knowledge about me and other people from this post.

WARNINGS: Private matters that have already been dealt with either a few days or even months ago that I’m needlessly bringing to light, mentions of death threats, and lost of fucked up shit in general.

Saii (@/monochrome-cropcrown) dismissed a really violent meltdown I had the day before my birthday and tried using her visit to the hospital as an excuse for not giving a fuck or even bothering to read not even 1 message from the 1 hour worth of distressed and downright concerning messages I had spammed her with an hour and a half ago. We got into a screaming match and she blocked me, but a few hours later she unblocked me, and started harassing me with messages basically victim blaming me for not being god and being unable to control my emotions, then blocked me again before I even had a chance to respond. Here is evidence:

That being said, I also have to take accountability for the horrible shit i said during my mental breakdown. I admit I made threats of physical violence against Fukui Takumi, wishing he’d slip down his stairs and bash his head into a wall, and I apologize for that. I was far too wrapped up in my emotions to realize I was saying overall horrible things aimed at someone that doesn’t even know who I am, and I apologize deeply for that. I’ll try to find better coping mechanisms to avoid this type of situation next chapter drop.

@/huntersmoon1 traumadumped on me multiple times despite me clarifying that I’m a neurodivergent and seriously mentally ill teenager just as many times, and she’s a grown woman in her late 20’s/early 30s that should be getting a therapist instead of telling some mentally unstable minor on the internet about her family’s problems. She also infodumped to me about useless things, even after I have told her I am not intrested in the slightest about anything she’s telling me about. She blocked me after I complained about another one of these needless infodumps, unblocked me after Mina’s exposure, we both mutually apologized for our mistakes, and she proceeded to block me again.

Shortly after Mina’s exposure as a groomer, @/praisethesuuun made a post saying that I shouldn’t be on the internet just because I have BPD symptoms and I’m also a minor.

My mom neglects me and verbally abuses me and my dad is a creep that always disrespects my boundaries, has tried to SA me when I was around 7-9, and this week he stole the conditioner my mom bought for me (after refusing to buy me a new one for the past 3 weeks).

The verbal abuse from my mom started when I was around 5-6 years old.

My mom also held off on buying me toothpaste for 4 weeks, and I was stuck using probably expired toothpaste for over a month.

My school feels more like a North Korean labor camp rather than a school. My homeroom teacher is a bitch, as of the time im writing this post she has threatened to smell each and every student’s ARMPITS (With the most psychotic smile on her face, too) MULTIPLE TIMES. The school’s practices are no better either. Oh what’s that? You didn’t do this easily forgettable and completely useless and unnecessary homework? Oh I’m so sorry, your exam score is an automatic 0 now. Most teachers are so strict that I almost developed a crush one the one teacher that was actually cool.

ALL HAIL KENDRICK LAMAR 🙇🙇🙇🙇

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[nighthaunting]

i have been trying and failing to make a well-worded post about the wild increase in ageism i've been seeing from people who claim to be progressive and anti-discrimination that appropriately extracts the issue from current politics in a way that will actually let people understand what i'm talking about without it getting mistaken for some kind of apologia but this is honestly bothering me so much i don't care anymore

calling every older or elderly person who is doing things you dislike "demented" or talking about how they must have "dementia" or be "sundowning" is ageism flat out, with a nice soupçon of ableism on top

the automatic assumption that dementia is just something that 'happens' to every elderly person is ageism (and also ableism) and also a very harmful and frightening stereotype

the lack of understanding of what dementia actually is and what it looks like, as opposed to other neurodegenerative disorders and disorders that can cause cognitive decline or cognitive disruption as symptoms, is actively harmful

the people this harms are not the wealthy and privileged people who are doing the things you dislike

the people this harms are regular people who not only have to deal with an extremely youth-focused culture, widespread age-based discrimination, and widespread ableism but also the stereotype that every elderly person who doesn't speak with the clarity, diction, and humorlessness of a news anchor must be demented

the old lady who is being forced out of her home so her children can sell it and profit off the house she's lived for most of her life because they're saying she's got "dementia" and needs to be institutionalized is a victim of elder abuse enabled by this stereotype

the old man with a uti who starts having cognitive disruption caused by the infection and ends up getting misdiagnosed and foisted off into a skilled nursing facility where no one notices that the infection's reached his kidneys until he's actively septic and dying is a victim of medical malpractice enabled by this stereotype

the old lady who starts slurring her speech and having difficulty remembering isn't demented she's had a fucking stroke and needs to be taken to the hospital

if literally none of the rest of this is enough to get through to anyone please do consider that one day you too will be old and have to deal with every younger person you interact with being willing to dismiss anything you say at any time because hyper youth focused culture has convinced them that everyone over the age of 50 is a decrepit mummy about to precipitously start losing mental faculties

the sheer disdain and virulent hate i've been seeing recently as people express their feelings about The Current Politics...while using every derogatory term for elderly people they can think of....everyone needs to remember that insult reflection meme because whichever current politician you hate can't hear you saying that everyone over 70 should be forced into a rest home but your older family members sure fucking can

real true life story of someone i know:

elderly person went to the ER and got stuck in a bed in the hallway for three days because it was so overcrowded. when they went in they were completely oriented and aware, no cognitive decline of any kind, and by the time they managed to get out of there, after spending three days in pain and unable to sleep at all because they were laying in a bed, in a brightly lit and busy hallway, where people were constantly walking past and intercoms were constantly sounding overhead, the discharging nurse was trying to connect them with a social worker to help their family get them into care for their dementia because they'd gotten hospital delirium but never actually been assessed for their cognitive function so the nurse just assumed they must normally be like this

i don't think anyone here really understands how easily that even a young and healthy person being put under stressors like lack of sleep and illness can start having cognitive issues. every healthy 20-something i have ever interacted with who's told a funny story about how they barely got any sleep for a few days and then had some amusing cognitive slip, especially those who've then turned around and dismissed an older person as being "demented", are really only 30-40 years away from being that older person who's dismissed as being "demented"

once again, if you are very lucky, then someday you too will be old and having to deal with how our culture treats the elderly so it is in our best interests to start changing that culture NOW

[itslouisan]

Well, short post on Urahara as a vocaloid fan

Okay so, I said how I believe Urahara is a vocaloid fan in my last post, so I thought why can't I elaborate? Hell maybe expand it to what I think other characters would listen to

Urahara:

• He'd like Miku, Vflower, Fukase, Len and Kaito songs.

• His first ever vocaloid song would be strobe light, world is mine, triple baka or rosary pale; (even though I'm sure there's others songs he'd like and I'll talk about it in a second)

• He'd love the idea of virtual singers, probably nerding out to ANYONE about how he thought it was a great technology for musicians who didn't want to expose themselves, were beginners or just wanted to experiment something new, and how he thought this source could be the future of the music industry or even idol industry, having so much potential to evolve and change (which he was correct)

• He would probably try his best to go to a magic mirai show, would get the light sticks, everything.

• About producers, I think he'd be into Kikuo, Materu, Wowoka, Kanaria, Aira, Pinocchio, Akka and Deco 27 (perhaps Ichika too), but there's millions of producers, and since I'm not fluent in japanese, I can more easily list songs than the producers unfortunately since searching about the producers takes time and has a language barrier, specially considering vocaloid is all over the place and in theory everyone who makes music using vocaloid, even covers and small stuff, could be a producer, so ehhhh-

• Collects figures. I think he would be more into the complex figures and looks rather than the prize ones that are simpler

Some examples of figures I think Kisuke would like:

Songs I think Kisuke would relate/like more than others:

1- Strobe Light

An underrated song, in my interpretation of strobe light, it talks about breaking the routine, a girl who's so stuck in it she craves for something new but doesn't have the courage of trying. At the same time could talk about the line between life blurring and becoming gray, boring, with nothing interesting easily, it talks about how everyone around you seems to move on while you're stuck in a point of your life trying to change and try, still people move on, die, give up, and you can't do anything about it, yourself wanting to give up and feeling lost.

My take is that Kisuke would like it since he'd find it in his early months of exile, feeling lost, that everyone moved on, that he'd have to fight to adapt and survive in this new life, together with guilt of his friends being stuck with him now and losing their lives due to his own mistakes. He'd be stuck in a lifeless hopeless situation and routine, trying hard to break free but unable to, after all the situation wouldn't allow him to. He'd crave for freedom, for giving everyone comfort and rest, yet he couldn't rest, stop, live comfortably for a long time, everything blurring out, I think he'd listen to it a lot in his first MP3 player.

2- Cinderella

Okay urayoru moment, in my view, Cinderella is about 2 people leaving everything behind, their lives, their expectations, just wanting to be with each other and trusting that despite the odds of their situation they can be together and happy having each other's company even in dark times with a great love and trust to change their lifes

WHICH IS SO KISUKE AND YORUICHI??? Yoruichi giving away her status, her expectations as a member of the Shihōin clan, her old life, everything to save her friends BUT SPECIALLY Kisuke, trusting that he could pull it off and make a better life for them.

3- love trial

A song about someone who had such a terrible experience in love and relationships, that lost the trust completely in others, judging a partner who had previously liked and had affection for, and in the first place trying not to warm up to them and liking them again.

Another urayoru take, because we all agree Kisuke has trust issues, but I say maybe he always liked Yoruichi, but, because of his issues, when Yoruichi WAS ready to show and give him affection, he wasn't ready in the first couple of weeks or months because of previous events in his love life and life in general (which I hc Kisuke never got the handle of emotional romantic relationships and his first time doing sex with someone was terrible so yup, poor thing) but eventually melting this resolve and accepting he wanted to be happy with her.

4- Plus boy

OKAY HEAR ME OUT, he IS a pervert, no matter what you think, SO A SONG LIKE THAT FROM LEN? Hell he eats it up, plus, plus boy is about a teen boy (or teens in general) and the first signs of sexual attraction and leaving the childhood innocence of stuff, I hc Kisuke became more perverted around 14 years old, so it matches. Plus it's fire.

5- Copy cat

So, Kisuke definitely can't get the handle of social interactions and social cues, I view him as the nerd cast out kid, so, I imagine due to my hc of him having autism, he learned with time to mask all his "undesirable" and "unlikeable" traits that pushed people off, taking this facade for so long he copied the behaviors of other kids, teens, colleagues, liked people, viewing himself as someone with no essence or real personality, that is, he said "fuck it" at some point stopping the masking traits but still having personas, which is progress I guess when we're talking about Kisuke and the fact Shinigami are ageless so this could take centuries of evolution :v

Honorable mention:

In one of the asks kon made, we can see the door of Kisuke's room in the shōten, which translated to "Kisuke's castle", FIGHT ME BUT THIS DOOR DEFINITELY BLASTED WORLD IS MINE INSIDE THERE SOME POINT AND HAD LED LIGHTS CHANGING COLORS TO IT, WEARING A PRETTY DRESS AND CROW.