#simulated daydreams

[takeyourdailydoseofcyanide]

there is no escape n I am stuck with them

. ? . oh dear hah

this is it

this seriously it this this this

this is sum of my efforts this is allll I get

here . stuck here here

! well

I am stuck here n there is no way out

all for nothing . every single thing has been for nothing . every last thing - I knew this too haha

oh I did I did I did I did I knew it too I knew it I knew it haha hah возможно ли вообще чтобы я был разочарован ? well well there twooo cliffs then I don’t wanna go back don’t make me

then one lest not act on impulse thought can’t quite trust self - one one one one

there is one n this this I will not even be granted will I oh worth shot but careful now tread carefully don’t wanna go back

do you see do you see don’t you ? it’s either hell or hell n ohhh well I won’t be blessed with understanding unto me

well nothing left for expense uh welll nothing nothing at all now

have exhausted everything am exhausted oh . well ?

live in daydreams or ‘die’ - tread carefully

love drugs

dissect body heheh

[fuckfuckgoback]

paracosm dashboard simulator

Inspired by @maddgical-boy :D

🌃 justice385627 Follow

Repeat offender caught west of main. Subject has short brown hair, brown eyes, and was known for pickpocketing. Confiscated goods are pending return.

🤺 bcbd-group Follow

caught west of main

thats our area you fucking leeches what the hell

🫐 orions-belt Follow

We actually ran into them in the mid city, and chased them all the way over. 😅

🌃 justice385627

And we wouldn't have had to if any of you could do your jobs.

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🕶️ monsterfucker378 Follow

something about that slime guy from last week... c'mon police just let me visit i could fix him

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🌃 justice385627 Follow

In reference to the reblog below this: Let him figure it out on his own.

🪨 scumoftheearth Follow

girl he's been posting pics of baggy Ts with khaki shorts please let me intervene

🌃 justice385627

K told me to reply "It's a canon event" and you know I'm not a girl?

#confusion aside it hurts me as well but he has to start somewhere

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🫐 orions-belt Follow

does anyone have any fashion advice

🫐 orions-belt

like, how it works?

🫐 orions-belt

where do people buy clothes...?

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powers-kill-deactivated20360709

This attack on our city cannot go ignored. The public should not fear humanoid monsters or people creating electricity to destroy and steal from our community stores. It is revolting.

Possessing powers at all makes these individuals inherently dangerous, but we should not ever see them used to their extreme like this. Action must be taken.

🕷️ gayspiderlover Follow

oh to be able to summon lightning and take down capitalism with my spidergirl girlfriend

powers-kill-deactivated20360709

These people are causing real chaos and destruction. You are sick for joking about this.

🕷️ gayspiderlover

😚🏳️‍🌈🕷️

mwah

#happy six year anniversary to this post #and the attack ig #i hope theyre still together

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💁‍♀️ gender-fucked-nbee Follow

"his pronouns are she/her!" - E probably

🌃 justice385627 Follow

What? I am well aware tack uses she/her pronouns.

🫐 orions-belt Follow

It's a joke, it's based off a different meme, I think they're just saying you'd say something like that.

🌃 justice385627

This site is a waste of time.

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🥼 ethical-lesbian-crimes Follow

been experimenting with making small bombs recently and i put one in my bag and almost brought it home on accident. if my little sister had found that....

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what is it with these fake self proclaimed "vigilante crime fighters" nowadays trying to be so cool? we know you don't make bombs, quit stroking your ego

🥼 ethical-lesbian-crimes

hey.

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if you have any of the slots on your ci ring set to anything fancy unfollow me immediately. its frankly quite rude to switch into that in front of your friends who can't afford something so expensive

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a ci ring is $6000??????

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LMAO imagine complaining about not affording a suit yet owning the rich person identity stealer 2000

#everyone here died 💀 #anyway its super easy to make knockoffs

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💕 fangirl-hours Follow

whoes that new guy with the blue hair? I think hes been running around with the team down by the bottom of the hills? vigilante fans help me out here!

🫐 orions-belt Follow

thats me actually! I am newer around here but I'm with E's group. my hair might stand out a little too much lol

💕 fangirl-hours

OMG. uh hiiiiiiiii. youre very cool I love when you do stuff with uhh gravity. wanna hang out sometime?

🫐 orions-belt

uh, E doesn't really want us meeting up with anyone outside the group in our secret identities. so probably not.

💕 fangirl-hours

oh well can we still dm?

💕 fangirl-hours

hello?

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🪨 scumoftheearth Follow

definitely left

💁‍♀️ gender-fucked-nbee

poll canceled everyone my partner is here 🥰

🌑 night-fight Follow

doesn't your blog say you're aroace?

🪨 scumoftheearth

yeah and it also says that im in a qpr with them so whats your fucking problem

#do people on this site not read?

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#gaming

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[divine-knight-hand]

My Paracosm's Tumblr Dashboard Simulator!!! ❤️‍🔥

Except none of you know my paras, nor am I going to give any context for these. *womp womp*

But, I basically saw this post and decided “Hey, lemme do that!” and then I did that.

Also, a good portion of my paras are primparas, but my fictparas will be glaringly obvious, so, yeah. If you know them, you know them. 🤷‍♀️

I spent way too long on this, lmao... Welp, enjoy! 😌

TW: some humor involving brief mentions of suicide, death, and doxxing

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Remind me again why our boss is asking us to make these social media accounts? Isn’t our whole thing, I dunno, subtlety?

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

Well, with a user like that, I don’t think you’re doing very good at that, anyways… 😬

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Let’s not hash out the technical stuff 😅

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❤️ a-random-fan Follow

Anyone else ever think about how not-ember-blade and sweetest-otaku were born to contradict each other? Like, how do sisters with conflicting powers learn to not only co-exist, but thrive while working together? Especially when everyone expects them to tear each other apart? Truly, it’s wonderful to see…

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Dude, what the fuck? We’ve been past that. Find a new philosophy, Socrates- 💀

#and to everyone who still thinks me and my sister are gonna duke it out #stfu

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So, not-ember-blade… What’s the status on that date? 😏

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

My sister had to physically restrain me from typing “kys” before lecturing me on the importance of a “respectful no”.

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

Well, it almost worked… 😅

#also please rethink the wording of your tags #I’m not even going to repost them #they’re really vulgar…

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💍 iron-wife Follow

mischief-incarnate, you didn’t happen to put itching powder in alpha-machine’s closet after his latest post, did you???

🐍 mischief-incarnate Follow

Do I look like I’m only capable of mere party tricks to you? Of course not! That foul mutt has magic to thank for any discomfort he may be experiencing. Magic woven into each and every thread, in fact~

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Every day, I fall more and more in love with you 😩

#marriage when?

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🪞 mirror-mirror Follow

Crippling anxiety? I barely know her! (Lying)

💄 hopeless-hottie Follow

What does this mean?

💄 hopeless-hottie Follow

Hello?

💄 hopeless-hottie Follow

HELLO?!

#can someone go check if she’s okay? #I’m starting to get concerned…

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🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Can y’all stop asking me if arachni-kid is my son? It’s not even true, and his aunt is starting to ask questions…

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

One time, I saw you make him a Hot Pocket, kiss him on the forehead, and wish him luck on a test he was studying for.

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A test I passed, by the way! I forgot to tell you. 😅

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Awwwww! I knew you could do it, kiddo! I’m so proud of you! 🥹

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💄 hopelessness-hottie Follow

Look, not-ember-blade! It’s you!

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

I’m… pi?

🔦 endangered-observer Follow

Maybe she’s saying you are what you eat? 😅

🐍 mischief-incarnate Follow

I’ve not once seen her consume this mathematical notation…

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

You summoned all three of them and they still didn’t get it 😭

🪞 mirror-mirror Follow

That’s because they all share one brain cell 🤣

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🧹 friendly-maiden Follow

As much as I enjoy serving the new queen and princess, can I have not-ember-blade and sweet-otaku back? Please?

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

Awww! We miss you, too! 🥺

#Please come visit sometime #okay?

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🪞 mirror-mirror Follow

Everyone talking about possibly making a poll to decide who the best sister is between not-ember-blade and sweetest-otaku clearly wasn’t here for the violent discourse that one poll between mischief-incarnate and thunderous-hero, and it shows… 👀

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

Didn’t mischief-incarnate dox someone for telling people to vote against him?

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

No, no… That was me… 😶

#but can you blame me? #the bitch had it coming #spreading that harmful propaganda

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🍳 wary-chef Follow

Just saw someone cooking without measuring their ingredients. They should lose their cooking priviliges.

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

You rn:

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

I was gonna tell you to stop bullying my boyfriend, but- 😭

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⚡ thunderous-hero Follow

What are these "fan cams" that people keep talking about?

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

Oh! You mean, those edits of us? I wonder how everyone got all that footage of us...

#It's actually a little creepy #How do they do it?

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🔦 endangered-observer Follow

Who... Who sent me this song?

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

I know I shouldn't laugh, but... HA!!!

#the whole polycule having daddy issues goes crazy

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[leupagus]

do you write to music /lofi /white noise /etc?

I don't, weirdly — it tends to distract me, though if I'm in a public area and there's background noise that's not usually a problem. Weirdly though, the white noise programs that simulate background noise in like a cafe or something are also too distracting. Why? I have no idea. My brain is weird.

[xomoosexo]

dream scenario would be becoming a famous streamer, getting publicly invited on the smp by q donating and being in my chat and then doing the most bitchy popular girl from a teen movie "ugh no" that i can muster

DREAMMMMM

[asuiru]

rune factory 4's crafting system is so complicated. and for what. <- guy who just watched the first video in a series of fourteen crafting guides 3 times in a row in order to understand it

[xboxissues]

New Xbox Games for July 22 to July 26 2024

[maddgical-boy]

queerer things still paracosm tumblr dashboard simulator

*this is implying all of the realms exist on one singular multidimensional tumblr :)

📣 soundboy Follow

this website is so easy. all we gotta talk about is gay people and then get into superpower discourse every now and then for flavor. and penis

💀 littlekernel Follow

@ noellewithanle wtf are these tags i can never tell if you're just trolling or if you're pissing on the floor as per tumblr standards

#gay penis has a better flavor with superpower discourse on it i agree

💜 noellewithanle Follow

pissing on the FLOOR???

💀 littlekernel

im going to become a recluse again goodbye

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🌌 whalfaiya-is-queen Follow

hey not to be a buzzkill but can you guys stop being so mean to that kid thea who left faiyism? his mom is also literally involved in that murder scandal at the church so i understand why he'd wanna leave. he is still a kid and you guys are saying some pretty horrible things about him. religion isn't for everyone our society is really so backwards :/

🧑🏿 antiorange Follow

the asteria ithione stuff is literally just rumors don't believe everything you read on tumblr.com

🌌 whalfaiya-is-queen

it literally isn't??? this article provides evidence for all you pointing fingers. this post was barely even about her it was about how you are all bullying a CHILD

❤️‍🔥 yyyoriaefan Follow

That article is a gossip rag but I'd expect nothing less from a Thierry supporter. He's a traitor to the church and Whalfaiya will punish him. You're acting like he's a baby but he's 17 years old, he knows what he did wrong.

#Some of you aren't even real believers for not denouncing this kid but that's a post for another day

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⛲ watergirlisnotrepresentation Follow

GUYS WHAT THE FUCK. MY LITTLE SISTER *ALSO* HAS WATER MANIPULATION POWERS TOO. FUCK MY ENTIRE LIFEEEEE

#she literally always has to be like me IM SICK OF IT 😭

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🍧 girl-of-immeamund Follow

Day 100 of being in Immeamund! Newsworthy-ish...ness

Wish there was more shit to do down here, TBH The Eye is a really boring guy. They're probably gonna beat my ass for that but I literally don't have any memories so they can't damn me to eternal pains~ uwu

Am I the only one on this site who uses it as an actual blog? LOL

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All this reaction to me leaving that cult proves that the rest of you are brainwashed. Deactivating this blog because your bullshit is flooding my notifs and I'm done with having my phone literally crash every time I open this stupid fucking app.

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❤️‍🔥 yyyoriaefan

#We finally fucking got him boys

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🔮 meoryst2 Follow

hot take but how many times does void mother have to lose her kids for the time king to like. take them away

🖤 voidmama Follow

ex-fucking-scuse me? last time i checked you're not a parent so you don't get to criticize my parenting techniques. i'm letting my kids grow up

🔮 meoryst2

you asked HUMAN CHILDREN to help find your primordial piss raisins i literally can't believe you

⏰ your-time-is-nearly-up Follow

for the last fucking time, I DON'T TAKE CHILDREN AWAY

#idc about your hot takes stop saying this shit about me

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🧣 theaagain Follow

What's this white shit falling on the ground outside????

📣 soundboy Follow

DUDE WHERE ARE YOU

🧣 theaagain

I went to get coffee??

📣 soundboy

DID YOU LEAVE THE FUCKING STATE?? IT DOESN'T SNOW HERE

🧣 theaagain

Is that what this white stuff is?

💀 littlekernel Follow

it's that dark where you are?? thierry how did you even get there??

💜 noellewithanle Follow

thierry you gave me a fucking heart attack for COFFEE???????????????

🧣 theaagain

I WAS THIRSTY

#Humans are so judgemental #Like you fuckers don't get thirsty too #Also this is literally the same place as outside Merryday it's a chain so does it even matter??

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👁️ the-eye Follow

ALL THESE RECENTLY DEAD SOULS ARE RIDICULOUSLY DAMNABLE. WHY ARE THEY ALL SO TAINTED WITH THE UNHOLY REDNESS

🍧 girl-of-immeamund Follow

Me talking about my underwear during my period

👁️ the-eye

JUST BECAUSE I KEEP YOU AROUND DOESN'T MEAN YOU GET TO HIJACK MY POSTS

🍧 girl-of-immeamund

I'm going to hijack all of your posts like I'm DB Cooper and you are Flight 305

🍧 girl-of-immeamund

BTW what happened to DB Cooper? ^_^

👁️ the-eye

THE MATTERS OF OTHER SOULS ARE CONFIDENTIAL

#HE WAS IMPALED BY A TREE 😔

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💀 littlekernel Follow

i think my greatest fear is killing someone and not remembering i did it

💀 littlekernel

guys why did i wake up to my ask box being full

💀 littlekernel

who is joanie liao i don't know anything about her death guys this isn't funny!! i don't have a sister i'm serious!!

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💌 alls-fair-in-love-only Follow

unfollow if you don't ship thierry/rory it's literally my comfort ship!

🌷 platonic-thehedgehog Follow

okay first of all, those are real people you freak. just because we're primordial beings doesn't mean we're exempt from people's boundaries surrounding rpf. secondly, thierry literally insulted rory's sister's religion which is CLEARLY super personal so the farthest they're ever gonna get is MAYBE friends. stop making everything about romance

💌 alls-fair-in-love-only

I LITERALLY PRESIDE OVER ALL LOVE AFFAIRS IT'S MY JOB??? also people can change. you need to go to the human realm and touch some damn grass

#you do the same thing too lmao don't act innocent. you're forcing people to only be friends even if they're into each other because you're such a purist #don't get into discourse with siblings guys im warning you

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do you think they call it thefalym because they falling on my m

💜 noellewithanle

whups haha guys this left my drafts before i finished it! oh well

🧣 theaagain Follow

Delete your blog.

💜 noellewithanle

No <3

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🐉 liberation-for-superpower Follow

okay for all you people on here with no powers listen up. not every kid aging into their powers will accidentally burn down a school or sink a golf course into the earth's core so PLEASE stop making jokes like that it's not funny and a lot of us just want to live our lives especially scared kids

🩸 fineillcallitpaint Follow

this is a serious post and i get that but also: kids, if you're about to get your powers, hope and pray to whatever god you believe in that you sink those damn golf courses. eliminate those rich people greens

#real talk? my brother got the ability to control gophers and made them all dig up our dick neighbor's yard until she moved out so that was p funny #not paint

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💀 littlekernel Follow

ralphie parker is an idiot if i got an ad in my secret message from little orphan annie i WOULD be sure to drink my ovaltine

💀 littlekernel

rbing this to make this have 5 notes bc i won't have the number 4 on my blog

#idc if i sound superstitious

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🥵 dirty-nesitralia-confessions Follow

elemental's kinda hot tbh. i know they're crazy and evil but damn i bet they would leave me unable to walk

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🌀 the-elemental-official Follow

EXCUSE ME?? CURSE OF ANTHROPOPHAGITE INSECTA ‼

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📣 soundboy Follow

i literally nearly died from those bugs you insensitive pricks WHO SUBMITTED THIS??

#i know four people who have been to nesitralia and i am NOT putting it past three of them to have submitted this shit. #UNHINGED

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[hpdfag]

urgegehghghghg i cant stand being sober i think im gonna cut again tonight. i miss the pain

[pucksandpower]

So Good to Me

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Charles Leclerc is the perfect man for you … getting stopped on the street for a random TikTok challenge just serves to prove that even further

The warm Monaco sun beats down on you as you stroll leisurely along the bustling sidewalk, a canvas tote bag filled with fresh produce and flowers from the local farmer’s market hanging from your shoulder. The salty sea breeze wafts across your face, carrying with it the excited chatter and laughter of tourists admiring the luxurious yachts bobbing in Port Hercules.

You smile to yourself, relishing this perfect Mediterranean afternoon. Just a quick stop at home to drop off your purchases, and then maybe you’ll take a dip in the infinity pool on the terrace to cool off before Charles is done with-

“Excusez-moi, mademoiselle!” A young man’s voice breaks through your daydreaming. You glance over to see a twenty-something guy with a neatly trimmed beard, expensive-looking sunglasses, and a black t-shirt emblazoned with HUSTLE in white block letters. He’s holding a mini microphone and has his iPhone pointed at you, clearly filming.

A TikToker.

You sigh internally but force a polite smile.

“Oui, puis-je vous aider?” You reply in French.

“Ah sorry, I don’t speak much French! Do you speak English?” The TikToker asks eagerly in a British accent.

“Yes, I do. Can I help you with something?” You say, switching to English yourself. You just want to get home but you know these influencer types can be annoyingly persistent.

The TikToker grins. “Brilliant! I’m doing a social experiment for my followers. I was wondering — do you have a significant other? A boyfriend or husband perhaps?”

You raise an eyebrow questioningly but decide to humor him. “Um, yes, I have a boyfriend,” you answer simply.

His eyes light up. “Fantastic! And would you say your boyfriend loves you very much?”

You can’t help but chuckle at the boldness of this stranger’s line of questioning. “Yes, I would definitely say that. He loves me a lot,” you confirm, a soft smile playing on your lips as you think of Charles.

“Perfect! Okay, here’s the challenge,” the TikToker announces dramatically, staring intensely into his camera. “I want you to call up your boyfriend right now and ask him to send you some money. Doesn’t matter how much. But for every €100 he sends, I’ll give you €20 to keep for yourself. Let’s see how much he really loves you, shall we?”

You stare at this guy incredulously for a moment before bursting out laughing. Is he serious? He clearly has no idea who your boyfriend is. An amused smirk spreads across your face as you fish your iPhone out of your designer purse.

“Alright, you’re on,” you say confidently, already unlocking your phone and tapping on Charles’ contact. The TikToker looks surprised but excited that you actually agreed to his silly challenge.

“Put it on speaker phone,” he instructs, zooming his camera in on your phone screen which is now dialing Charles.

After a few rings, the warm, honey-smooth voice you adore comes through. “Allô mon amour, what’s up?” Charles greets you sweetly. “I’m just finishing up some simulator runs but I should be done soon to help with dinner.”

“Hey baby,” you reply, your voice automatically softening. “Sorry to bother you, I know you’re busy. But I’m out right now and I just passed by that little boutique near the casino, you know the one? And I saw the most incredible pair of shoes in the window. I swear they were calling my name.”

Charles laughs affectionately, the sound like music to your ears even through the cell phone speaker. “Oh yeah? The ones that were calling your name last week turned out to be, what was it, €900?” He teases.

You roll your eyes playfully even though he can’t see. “Okay, fair, but you know I hardly ever splurge on myself. I’m usually so frugal!”

“Mmhmm, whatever you need to tell yourself, chérie,” Charles says wryly and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Let me guess, you need to go get these dream shoes right now? Or else they’ll haunt you forever?”

“You know me so well,” you gush dramatically. “I promise I’ll pay you back though! I get paid next week and-”

“Hey, hey, stop,” Charles cuts you off gently. “Mon cœur, you never have to pay me back, you know that. I love being able to treat you and spoil you. You deserve the world. Never forget that.”

You feel yourself melt at his earnest words, momentarily forgetting you have an audience. “I love you so much,” you murmur. “Thank you for always being so good to me.”

“Right back at you, ma belle. Je t’aime,” Charles says tenderly. “There, check your banking app. Let me know if you need any more. And have fun shopping! I’ll see you at home in a bit, okay? À bientôt!”

You glance down at your phone as a notification from your bank pops up on the screen. Your eyes widen slightly when you see the amount Charles sent over, but you recover quickly.

“Thank you, baby. See you soon!” You reply before hanging up. You turn back to the TikToker who is gaping at you in disbelief. Casually, you turn your phone screen towards him and his camera so he can clearly see the notification that €10,000 has just been deposited into your account.

The poor guy looks like he’s about to pass out from shock. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, rendered speechless. You just laugh good-naturedly.

“Well, guess I won your little challenge, huh?” You remark, slipping your phone back into your purse. “Tell you what, why don’t you donate whatever money you were going to give me to a local animal shelter instead? I think it’ll be put to much better use there.”

The TikToker finally manages to pick his jaw up off the floor. He laughs shakily and nods. “Yeah ... yeah I can do that. Wow. Um, thanks for being such a good sport about this. And congrats on, uh, winning, I guess?”

You give him a friendly wink. “Anytime. Have a nice rest of your day!” With that, you turn gracefully on your heel and continue on your way back home, feeling rather smug and deeply appreciative of your wonderfully generous boyfriend.

“Wait!” The TikToker calls out after you. You glance back over your shoulder curiously. He hesitates before asking in an awed voice, “If you don’t mind me asking ... who the hell is your boyfriend?”

An enigmatic smile plays on your lips. “No one special really,” you reply breezily. “Just a guy who loves driving fast cars.”

You leave the gaping TikToker in your wake as you saunter off, already daydreaming about showing your appreciation to Charles later for being the most incredible boyfriend imaginable.

Maybe you really will splurge on those designer shoes after all … and pick up a little something special from the lingerie boutique next door while you’re at it.

Your smile widens. Just as a little thank you to your man, of course. Life is good when you’re in love with Charles Leclerc.

[emmyc0z]

Can you write something for Sephiroth(pre-nibelheim) or Astarion? Your work is absolutely fantastic btw I’m in love with it ❤️❤️❤️

Not So Subtle

pairing : sephiroth x female!reader

summary : you have a teenage girl level crush on him, that you and zack talk (very loudly) about when you think no one can hear. but he does.

a/n : this takes place pre-nibelheim so everyone is happy and well! in honour of ff7 rebirth :)

“Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” You snap your jaw shut, eyes moving to glare at the young, dark haired boy who has decided to break your daydream. 

“It wasn’t even open.” He plops down beside you, shoulder touching yours. 

“Mhm.. and you weren’t drooling over our superior.” 

“Your superior,” you correct, eyebrow lifted with pointed sarcasm. If you could stick your tongue out at him, without it seeming childish to everyone around you, you would.

“Last time I checked, you weren’t a first class soldier either,” He points out, amused. Your elbow makes contact with his arm, and his hand reaches to cover the area as he laughs.

Zack was younger than you, though he certainly never acted like there was an age gap. In his mind, you were the same age as him in some way or another. You had always trained together so you felt much closer in age even though you were at least 3 years older than him. At times, he felt like a younger brother to you.

Even more so when he found out you had a crush on the man he spent everyday training beside. Constant teasing, constant threats to spill your secrets, constant blackmail. You couldn’t even count the amount of times he had used your crush to his advantage on one hand. 

There was a time you had to put your foot down and tell him no more, cause it was wrong of course. But also mostly cause you were running out of money to buy his silence.

“Yeah but I'm older, closer to his age. So I don't have to talk to him like I'm below him, unlike some people.” 

“Can you even talk to him?” 

“Yes.” 

“Then why are you sitting here staring..?” 

“He’s training..” 

“Mhm.” The look on his face tells you he’s not convinced. Right now, it was the truth, Sephiroth was swinging his sword in the domed combat simulator, glass walls clear enough for you to see through. So the excuse of not being able to talk to him, out of fear of being sliced in half by his giant sword, was plausible. 

But any other time that you had sat staring at him, making no effort to speak to him, rendered that excuse inapplicable. 

“Shut it..” You push his shoulder with your elbow once more, and he snorts out a laugh. 

“I don’t get why you can’t just talk to him..” 

“Of course you don’t.. because you're obviously blind. Or you’ve been hit in the head one too many times in combat training.” You turn your gaze away from Zack to look back through the glass enclosing Sephiroth. 

His hair is tied up, hanging loosely against his back. It’s a rare sight, so you indulge yourself and stare a second longer than you should. It’s so relaxed, you think, compared to the seriousness of always having it pristinely down. There are stray hairs, flyaways, falling from the hair tie and hanging against his face. It’s unkempt, a nice contrast to his seemingly perfect lifestyle.

He swings his sword with calculated grace, a grace that you (or Zack for that matter) had yet to achieve. The control he held over his blade was impeccable, it never slipped or moved from his hold even when his hands were moving faster than his body could keep up with. Just another thing that had to be perfect in his life.

“How could I ever speak to him and not make a fool out of myself? For one, he’s first class, I'd totally ruin my chances of making first class if I said something totally outrageous. And knowing me, my mind would be so jumbled, I wouldn't even realize the words had left my mouth before he put me on some kind of ‘do not promote’ list.” 

“Oh so.. the only reason you won’t talk to him is because you're worried about making first class? Not.. I don’t know, maybe, the 12-year-old-girl-level crush you have on him.” Your hand slaps over his lips, eyes scanning around you. For the most part, no one looks at the two of you, and you figure the ones that are looking are doing so because of your hand covering Zacks blabbermouth. 

“Would you shut it?” Even with your hand covering his mouth, he manages to laugh at your widened eyes. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes are a dead giveaway of his amusement. You remove your hand with a pointed look, one that says ‘keep it down’ in a far more subtle way than a hand over his face. 

“You’re so lucky you’re younger than me.” 

“More like so lucky you don’t want to make your boyfriend angry. Besides, you know I’m stronger than you.” 

“Mhm..” You roll your eyes, and with a sigh, you turn back to face Sephiroth. He stands still now and you realize all of the practice dummies have been broken. From your position, he doesn't even seem to have broken a sweat, even though he’s been in there for over an hour. His sword lies on the ground, thrown without care. 

Even with Zack beside you, and the silent teasing that exudes from his body, your eyes remain trained on Sephiroth. You realize it’s childish, to stare and never approach, but the idea of even standing next to him is enough to intimidate you. 

He runs his hand over his back, pulling the hair tie from his hair, allowing it to fall against his shoulders once more. He turns, presumably to leave the combat simulated, and his eyes meet yours through the glass. You knew your staring wasn’t subtle, it had never been before, but you had never expected to get caught. You had never been caught. 

You turn your head away so fast that Zack almost flinches, probably thinking you were going to hit him again. 

“Jesus,” he looks at you with confusion, “What’s the problem?” 

“He saw me.” 

“What?” 

“He saw me! Through the glass! He totally caught me staring at him..” You stare at Zack with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, before you head falls into your lap in shame.

“Would you relax? I guarantee he doesn’t care or he didn’t even see you. Maybe he was just looking at his reflection.”

You look back towards Sephiroth to see him leaving through the doors of the dome, and then you turn back to Zack with a pitiful whine. 

“This is so pathetic…” 

“I agree,” he smiles when you shoot him a glare, “Just talk to him.” 

“Talk to who?” A deep voice sounds from beside you, higher up than where you sit. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stick up, and Zack's expression is enough to confirm your suspicion about who stands next to you. 

You turn your head to face Sephiroth, and he stares at you expectantly. You think you catch the slightest smirk building on the corner of his lips, but you also think you might just be trying to make yourself feel better. Standing, nowhere close to his height, you hold your hands up. Zack takes this as his sign to stand too. 

“Nobody! Angeal!” You fumble out words, trying to throw out a name before he grows suspicious. 

“Well which is it, nobody? or Angeal?” 

“Angeal. Yeah! Angeal, so.. um.. I should probably go find him.” 

“It just so happens that I have to find Angeal too, allow me to join you.” 

You want to throw the nearest chair at Zack, curse him for speaking so loudly. And you curse yourself for not thinking of an excuse in a reasonable time frame, so you just nod, and excuse yourself from Zack. 

He gives you a pitiful smile, and when you turn to look behind you for support one last time as you walk away he gives you a thumbs up. His face contradicts his hands, and he seems like he’s in a far less teasing mood. 

“Whatever you have to say to him, it must be important.” 

“Hm?” You tilt your head up and to the side to look at Sephiroth, you’ve been walking together for a few minutes now, mostly silently. 

“You're walking fast.” You shrug your shoulders and continue walking. 

At least until your steps are interrupted by him stepping in front of you. 

“Is there a problem?”

“What? Of course not!” He practically glares down at you, arms crossed over his muscular chest. You can see the outline of his defined chest muscles through the straps of his top. And you realize you're practically drooling over him, right in front of him so you force your eyes to meet his once more. But his glare is replaced by a smirk, and amusement in his eyes. 

“I see now..” 

“See what?” 

“Really? Do you think you’re subtle?” Your face flushes and once again you want the floor to open up and consume you whole, but you're stuck here. 

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” Step back, you scream at yourself, but he moves closer and it’s impossible to move your feet. They feel like lead underneath you, not even giving way to a small shuffle backwards.

“No?” His hand reaches up to rest on your cheek, it's gentle, far gentler than you would’ve expected. But the way his fingers tense against your skin has you feeling fuzzy, “You think I don’t notice the way you stare? Hm?” 

He stares at you, thumb moving to the other side of your chin, holding your face in his hand. He maneuvers your face, moving it however he likes. You realize he’s examining the flush in your cheeks, the way your lips part like you want to say something. His tongue gives a humiliating click when your lips close, and the words are lost. 

“I hear you, when you talk to Zack,” he stops his movement, stilling your face to look directly at him, “You’ve never been a quiet girl. Why are you so quiet now?” 

When you don’t respond his eyebrows scrunch, its subtle and almost missable because it’s gone in seconds. He’s not satisfied by your silence.

Sephiroth bends his shoulders, moving closer to your face, “Although, I suppose you’ve never been very talkative around me.” He moves closer still, swerving his nose to the side of your face until he’s able to speak in your ear, “That’s not very nice. You might hurt my feelings if you keep ignoring me.” 

“I’m sorry,” you mumble out meekly, you're honestly not even sure it’s audible at first but he laughs quietly, breath fanning on your ear. His other hand, the one that doesn’t hold your face, reaches up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear before he pulls away. The breath that leaves your body is almost embarrassing. 

“What’re you sorry for, hm?” He stares expectantly down at you, eyes never leaving yours. 

“F…for ignoring you.”

“So you ignore me?” 

“No!”

“So you’re lying?” You shake your head as much as you can within the hold of his fingers, “Then what are you sorry for?” 

“For not talking to you.” 

“And why don’t you talk to me, I'm sure you know it’s rude to stare and never speak to someone.”

“Because..” His grip loosens, hand moving back to your cheek, thumb resting on your cheek bone. 

“Because why? Cmon use your voice, the one you use to talk about me with Zack.” 

You stare up at him pitifully, and the way words fumble from your mouth has you wanting to throw up, “Because I have this stupid crush on you, and I can't talk to you without getting nervous. I know it’s stupid and I should have told you sooner so you could reject me and I could move on and I never meant to offend you or-”

You hadn’t realized he had gotten so close until his nose touches yours, top lip brushing against yours as he tips your chin up towards him. Your words fall flat on your tongue when you meet his eyes, or rather when you see his eyes that are focused on your lips. 

“Offend me.. that’s sweet..” He’s so close to you, that every word has his lips brushing against your own again and again. 

“Sephiroth..?” You suppress the urge to move the tiniest bit forward so your lips can fully meet his. And you're sure your face is impossibly red. 

“You should’ve told me about this ‘stupid’ crush sooner, such a foolish girl. May I?” You're confused, what is he asking for? His eyes flicker up to yours before moving back to your lips. When you realize what he means you nod your head perhaps too eagerly. 

Slowly, to tease, his lips press against yours, palm pressing into the skin of yours to keep you in place. Eyes fluttering closed, your hands find his chest, silently screaming about the position you’ve found yourself in.

His lips overpower yours in every regard, moving languidly against you. His other hand reaches up to the free side of your face, fingers tickling the skin on your neck and thumb resting on your jaw. 

When he pulls away you can only look at him with half lidded eyes, dazed. 

Al he does is chuckle, rubbing your cheek with his thumb and patting your head. One hand holds the back of your head, leaning down to kiss your temple, before stepping behind you, “Don’t be so shy from now on. Maybe we’ll end up here again.”

His steps echo through the empty hall as he walks away.

“Wait… wait.. I thought you had to go see Angeal?” You turn, taking one step in his direction, then stopping yourself in your tracks hesitantly. 

“I didn’t. And I know you didn’t either.” He only turns his cheek towards you to speak and then continues on down the hallway, tall and brooding.

[driftwood-draws]

reconnecting to therianthropy ideas

hello y'all! first post! so recently i had a friend ask me how they can get reconnected to therianthropy, so i made a list and i thought i'd post it here!

-take walks in the woods or wild space -listen to a stream running while sleeping -sometimes when i sleep, i curl up into a ball on top of my covers -watch documentaries about your theriotype -go swimming in a lake and play on the shore if you have an aquatic theriotype -listen to your theriotype’s vocals -eat meat, if you’re a carnivore, or eat a salad if you’re a herbivore -take a cold shower and pretend it’s a waterfall -i’m dragonkin and being on the prow of a boat feels an awful lot like flying, but other options are standing facing the wind with arms outstretched, watching flying POVs with a fan pointed at you, and daydreaming, i guess -make a mask out of cardboard or buy a base (it’s okay if you can’t!) -lay in the sun outside -play with a pet, if you have one -if you have a lupine theriotype, play Wolfquest 3 Anniversary Edition on Steam. i’ve heard it has amazing graphics and hunting! -chew on something rubbery. i have an inflated rubber egg that i love to chew on -make a tail out if yarn. it takes a LOT of time and effort, but it feels good once completed -put glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling to simulate the night sky -watch Wolfwalkers, Brother Bear, Nimona (all relate to shapeshifting into a creature) -read Warriors if you have a feline theriotype -read Nat. Geo. magazines and articles -i like wearing sunglasses on my head because it feels like i have ears, but you could also wear a hat or a headband -draw your theriotype -if you have a nocturnal theriotype, try pulling an all nighter (if your parents will let you) -try hunting one of your stuffed animals (close the door in case you shift -climb a tree! -look up videos on how to get a shift by meditating (i personally don’t meditate but i’ve heard it works) -if you’re home alone, put a bowl of water or soup on the floor and eat/drink it like your theriotype would -if you can, try to get a tag to hunt something for real! when i hunt, it really connects me to nature (if you can’t, don’t sweat it) -go on a hike and try to act like your theriotype -make a den in your room or backyard -paint rocks or shells -decorate your room to match your theriotype -do quads, if your body allows. don’t worry about having the perfect form or jumping high, just have fun! you feel more natural the more you do it (i find going up stairs or uphill to be easiest) -find alterhumans in your area and make a pack -look at therian boards and concept art on pinterest -make a paw imprint in clay then hang it up -make a hidden therian/otherkin symbol in your room

thanks for reading my ramble! if you have more ideas, please feel free to comment!

stay wild 🐾 -drifty

[sugary-daydreams3]

Quiet inbetween [Sukuna x Reader]

Summary: Collections of quiet, cozy, intimate moments you share with Sukuna, who thinks you two won't last a year. Someone who used to live a wild, fast-paced, loud lifestyle couldn't possibly be fit for a long-term relationship. But he doesn't know that you're the one he needed this whole time.

Word Count: 3.7K words

Rating: Mostly fluff with a little spice (sexual content) at the end, but no full explicit content. Mostly T with a little M.

A/N: Happy holidays y'all. This might be my last fic posted in the year so I hope you guys transition into the new year safely. Goodness, do I love writing my A.U. version of Sukuna. So fun and flirty that he makes me blush sometimes and I control what he says. But I guess that's a good thing, right. Sadly my next fic is dealing with a not so fun topic, haha. (It's Gojo-centric, so you might know where I'm going with this) Anyways, stay safe out there and I'll see you again in 2025. Enough yapping from me, enjoy!

Normal, quiet moments tend to bring discomfort within Sukuna. Dating trouble as a teen limited his time to sit and enjoy the small pleasures of life. He was all about the grand, overwhelming, taboo pleasures that one wouldn’t dare chase but rather daydream about. Or worse, make simulation games about and live out their guilty pleasures vicariously through fictional characters. But with taboo pleasures come consequences which landed him in jail for some time.  

Within the year after his release, he met you which slowly inspired him to alter his fast, vicious lifestyle. You introduced him to things he never would have found himself participating in. Things he used to tease his twin brother for being a sheep for society for. A mom-and-pop coffee shop was one of them.  

“How do you drink this shit?” Sukuna sticks out his tongue. Tanned liquid trapped in your mouth almost spills. Air blows from your nose, signifying your amusement at Sukuna’s first experience with coffee.  

Swallowing down the first sip of your coffee, your eyes admire Sukuna’s childlike distaste for your go-to morning beverage. “Because I order mine with cream, sugar, and caramel. You’re pretty much drinking burnt black water.”  

“Why didn’t you tell me that before?”   

You give him a “really?” look. “I said you should start out with the caramel Frappuccino but you said, and I quote.” You notch your voice down several pitches lower. “The hell I look like drinking that sissy shit.”  

“You could have recommended me any other drink but this. This was a terrible first impression.”  

“I can order you another one to make up for it.”  

Sukuna pouts. “I’ll pass. I fear I’ll be disappointed again.”  

“Sukuna, you just drink straight black coffee, you can’t write the whole thing off just because you had one variation of it. That’s like saying “I hate potatoes” because you ate unsalted, lukewarm fries.” Sukuna scrunches his face.  

“That’s not the same.”  

“Yes, it is. It’s a perfect comparison.”  

“It’s two completely different scenarios. You really thought you schooled me with that, huh.”  

“Shut up. I’m ordering you a new drink.”  

Waiting for his redemption cup, Sukuna stares at you typing away on your laptop computer. Your hair curtains over part of your face, tempting Sukuna to reach over and fix it. Yet the messy hair curtain highlights your beauty so effortlessly, he couldn’t stop adoring your natural radiance.  

The strong smell of roast occasionally makes its mark. Ranges of chatter mingle with the loud cycle of brewing and baking. Quirky, cheesy posters hang all over, providing a drowning sense of positivity and relatability. Generic chill music slithers through the atmosphere, failing to chill Sukuna’s social anxiety. Thankfully, his new drink just came to save the moment.  

Taking a drink from the flat white laced with sugar and cream, he sits back to allow his brain to register. His eyebrows raise with a small smack of his mouth, giving you some hope that coffee redeemed itself on the oh so great Sukuna’s tastebuds.   

“Well?” You ask impatiently.  

“Not bad. Could use more sugar but it’s drinkable.” Sukuna reviews. A pleased smile killed your worry. “I’m glad you gave it a second chance. I hope we can have more coffee dates like this.”  

Sukuna narrows his eyes. “This is a date?”   

Your eyes roll. “No this is a job interview.”  

“I’m not one for customer service but if I get to look at you all day long and the pay is good then sign me up.” You hate that something as corny as that made you blush.  

“Hush Sukuna, of course this is a date. This is like our twelfth time seeing each other, I like to think all of the time we spent together so far wasn't a waste of time.”  

“Ooh someone’s no-nonsense.” Sukuna smirks, large arms crossed.  

You sigh, “I’m just over the hookups and the flings. Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t just one-and-done me.”  

“Eh, all of the one-night conquests and strictly sex ordeals were starting to get stale. You got a nice face with a body to match. You’re on no bullshit and are fun for the most part. You haven't bored me yet so I don’t mind continuing this.”  

“Yet?”  

“I tend to get bored with my women so I wouldn't hold hope of this lasting past a year. Just letting you know so the heartbreak will hurt a little less.”  

You smirk, amused by his lack of filter. “Well, a year will be record breaking compared to my recent relationships these last few years. So bring it.”  

Your polished nails navigate the grassy fields of dusty pink, natural hair oil inked on your fingertips. Your poor thighs are weighed down under his dumbbells for arms. Your other hand caress Sukuna’s right bicep, fixating on the jet black tattoos contrasting with his pale skin. He rubs your left knee as he rests against your stomach.  

Sukuna releases a deep sigh, letting go of the temporary stresses of life. He’ll rather die than admit it but this is what he mostly looks forward to when he goes about his day. It took him a while to get used to you being positioned behind him, often side eyeing the first few times you two were like this.   

Call it trust issues. Slam the non-medical diagnosis of PTSD resulted from a rough upbringing and life as a criminal. Or if we’re really getting psychological, throw out the fancy “internalized misanthropy” word. Re-fucking-gardless, he’s always been highly aware and on guard whenever people are in close proximity to him, ever since he was a kid.  

Now, the more he allows himself to turn his brain off in your lap the easier you hear him lightly snoring within several minutes. You giggle as his resting figure emits loud snores thirty minutes in of scalp scratching and head caressing.   

“Sweet dreams.” You reach down to peck warmth on his forehead.  

Your wishes go unnoticed as child-like ease warps itself across face tattoos and a sharp jawline. A surprisingly dynamic clash.  

Your laughter saturates the kitchen space accompanied by music from the vintage radio. Flour dressed your behemoth all over, making it the sight of the century. Sukuna frowns as he attempts to smooth the pizza dough with the rolling pin. Tears edge your eyes; the catastrophe he was causing was funnier than any standup comedy.  

“Hush. You're breaking my focus.” Sukuna was struggling to knead the dough enough to be a thin foundation. It usually ends up shaping to be a deep dish or just a regular sized pizza. This was his third effort to mold the pizza, with two “epic failures” baking in the oven.  

When your laughter demoted to light chuckles, you rub his arm for support. “You know I can help you shape the dough. It took me fifteen tries before making an objectively decent pizza.” Sukuna shakes his head.  

“That’s because you were the one making it. It’s gonna be perfect this time.” Sukuna smooths out the dough and smirks at his “perfectly” thin pizza. You roll your eyes and walk over to gather the cheese and other toppings.  

The pizza rises within the oven, gluing the toppings within the cheese. Sukuna watches it carefully from the kitchen island, like his life depended on whether this Thursday night dinner was great or not.   

A marathon of T.V. commercial ramblings was bugging background noise as you tidied up. The other two pizzas sat on the cooling rack, being forgotten tasty mistakes. Flour ages his hair many decades, snowing down his chest with every tiny movement. He turns to see an unlikely troublemaker look down at him, a small hill of flour ready to be thrown from your palm. Sukuna narrows his eyes with a challenging look.  

“You’re playing a dangerous game, darling.”  

“Game on.” You threw it, igniting a two-man war.  

The remaining time for the perfect pizza to cook filled with flour fights, spotting majority of the kitchen with white powder. The cooking timer goes off as you two lay across the table exchanging flour and zeal between prolonged smooches.

This epic fantasy was seducing your imagination during the mundane hours of the late evening. You sense Sukuna spying on you and your book from the corner of your eye. However, the clever arrangement of words trailing above your bookmark helps you ignore him.  

“How do you read these things? That shit looks bigger than The Bible.” Sukuna pokes at the spine of your novel, trailing over the gold-engrained lettering.  

“I don’t judge stories based on length. If it’s engaging enough then I wouldn’t mind reading three hundred-plus pages of something.”  

“Where do you find the time to invest in a story that long?” Sukuna wasn’t even teasing at this point; he was genuinely curious.  

“People watch 10 seasons worth of television or animes with more than 100 episodes.”  

“Watching TV and reading are different no matter how much you try to make them feel the same. I can simply turn on the T.V. and watch 100 episodes of something without exerting much energy. You have to sit up, read so many words, and decipher hundreds of pages worth of story. It’s not the same.”  

“True, I’ll give you that. I just find it funny that people draw the line at consuming a story through reading only because you have to put a little more effort in it.” You bounced back.  

Sukuna rubbed his chin. “I remember being into poetry and haikus a lot as a teenager. But I started getting involved in other shit so I lost interest along the way.”   

You snap to him, no longer being a silent witness to a passionate kissing scene. “You like poetry?”  

“I suppose. I always liked how poets managed to craft thoughts so elegantly. Perfectly describing the complicated or unsaid.”  

“You know the local bookstore down the street has a whole section of poetry books. What’s your favorite poets? I could buy you some of their latest work.” Your comforter became a temporary bookmark with your book lying face down.  

“Hmm, I don’t really have a favorite poet. I used to buy a bunch of random poetry or haiku books and kept the ones that stuck with me. There is one writer that I really like though...”  

You wait in anticipation as you witness him in thought. Simple things like racking his brain makes him a cutie. Sukuna snaps his fingers.  

“Ahh, Yosa Takahama is his name. His work is usually written in Japanese but some translators re-publish them in their mother’s tongue. His work is hard to find around here though. I don’t even know how I managed to snag one of his books in the first place.”  

Despite the challenge, you were determined to get it for him. “I’ll figure out a way to get you one. That way we could be reading buddies.”  

“You don’t have to do all of that, doll. You’ll rip your hair out trying to find those books. I’m fine watching you ignore me in favor of a book that can knock your teeth out.” You chuckle.  

During the rest of the night, you noticed the boredom on Sukuna’s face as he mindlessly consumes television. The least you can do is try to hunt down this haiku book for him. Dating him for some time, he confessed to losing touch with so many hobbies he grew up with over the last few years. You wanted to bring that inner child back to life, killed by proving to the world how tough he was.  

Getting him to read something that actually interests him can be another way to embrace the innocent pleasures in life. You can tell he misses that wild delinquency some days, but you hope he doesn’t miss it enough to end this relationship over. If you can find it, hopefully it can be a building block that rebuilds his new path after leaving the old behind. Anything to help you be closer to him.  

6 weeks later 

Sukuna emerges from the bathroom. The odors of the food he cooked from his restaurant today were replaced with standard soap and his natural scent. Like every other night, you sat with your book, seemingly ignoring Sukuna’s lingering stare.  

After dressing himself, he sinks on the mattress and attempts to lay against his pillow. His thick neck isn't met with the soft cushion but instead a hard surface in the middle area. He stares at his pillow, offended for it not providing comfort, so he lifts it up. A white hardcover book reveals.  

“What’s this?” He asked, not turning to you yet. You shift from the words to your boyfriend’s confusion. “I don’t know where that came from. Maybe the book fairy paid you a visit.” You played dumb.  

“You’re so corny.” He holds up the book.  

“A corny girl you’ve been dating for almost a year now.”  

“Quiet. I’m trying to see what this is.” Sukuna didn’t even examine the title, the pages of the book flutter until he lands on a random page. He reads aloud.  

“Vindictive winter / A white, mighty rabbit looks / betrayed by the king / ...wait.” Sukuna looks at you and you copy his shocked expression.  

“This is Yosa Takahama’s stuff. How did you even get this? This must have cost you a fortune.”  

“It was costly and took me weeks to find a readable copy but the look on your face right now makes it worth it. I wanted you to read with me instead of being a T.V. zombie. Even if that means reading mind fuckery haikus.” You chuckle.  

Sukuna grabs your waist from the side and unleashes many wet pecks around your cheek, neck, and upper chest. You giggle as you brush his hair and hug him back.  

“I appreciate it.”  

“No big deal.” You replicate his cool cat version of “You’re welcome.” that he usually throws at you. Sukuna smirks at the playful imitation.  

The rest of the evening is spent with you two lost in your own worlds of literature. Your brains mixed imagination, broadened perspectives, and emotional intelligence from honeyed words inked against the white.

“I’m too big for this tub. You barely have any room to stretch your legs.” Sukuna commented.  

He adjusted his position behind you, the bubbles shifting from his large body. Your feet rested on the tip of the tub to keep from smushing against the porcelain. You turn to him, offering a reassuring smile. He snickers at your ridiculous face mask, particularly the cucumbers concealing your eyes.  

“No, you’re not. You say that every time you get in with me. You’re fine Kuna, really.”  

Sukuna rests his arms around the top edges of the tub, leaning back to make himself comfortable in his slightly cramped soak. The warm water, Epsom salt, and meditation music playing from your phone kneads away the hidden tension that plagues his body from the everyday.  

“Before I met you, I haven't taken a bath in almost fifteen years.” He confesses.  

“That sounds so disgusting out of context.” You cringe. Sukuna chuckles.   

“You know what I mean.”  

“I can’t imagine going that long without a bath. Baths are way better than showers.” You admitted.  

“Showers are for a quick wash. Baths are more for relaxation.”  

“I shower for fifteen minutes minimum, thirty-five minutes max. I spend about three minutes just letting the hot water hit my body and think about whatever. There’s no way I can just shower for ten minutes or less.”  

“Is that why you’re so smoking.” Sukuna flirted. You shake your head, “That was so corny, Kuna. C’mon you can flirt better than that.”  

“You’re right. I just wanted to see your reaction.”   

You two enjoy each other’s company. The heat protects you from winter and the sheet of bubbles float around and pop within. Sukuna arms lay over yours, rubbing over your wrist. Sukuna focuses on your face and develops a sense of mischief.  

“Babydoll.”  

“Yeah?”  

“Turn around for me.”  

You quirk a brow but obeyed by slowly turning his way. In a swift motion, Sukuna moves forward and bites off the cucumber sitting on your right eye. Your right vision sees Sukuna munching on your edible eye mask.  

“Really, Kuna? You couldn’t resist temptation to eat that?” You scolded. You take off the other cucumber, abandoning your hopes to keep your eyelids nice and fresh. Sukuna steals the other cucumber from your hand and flings it in his mouth.  

“You’re impossible to relax with sometimes.”  

“Thanks for the snack.” Sukuna mumbles through chewing.  

You sigh then lay against his chest and close your eyes. If he was going to interrupt your beauty routine the least he can do is be your pillow.

Sukuna big toe hugs your own after caressing your right foot. Both of your feet poke out from the thick blanket, suffering from the gentle lashes of the nippy air condition. You rest your head on his squishy but firm chest, goosebumps forming from his rough hands brushing your skin.   

“We should light the fireplace.” You suggested.  

Sukuna let out a lazy sigh, “What you really mean is that I should light it.”  

“Yeah, you should.”  

“I could but I fear I’ll turn into a popsicle.”  

You giggle. “Hey, at least you’ll taste good.”  

Sukuna smirks, “I already taste good. You should know out of anyone.”  

You playfully shrug. “Eh, you’re alright. No fine dining though.”  

“Oh really?”  

“Yep.”  

“How about you taste this then.”  

Sukuna leans down and traps your lips in the moment. His lips were smaller than yours yet they managed to govern the heat stirring between each lingering kiss. The frigid air in the room is forgotten in your minds as you and Sukuna make out under the grey blanket. After a couple minutes of sensual touching and lip pulls, Sukuna goes for your neck.  

“Well?” Sukuna lands soft bites inches under your chin.  

“I was just kidding earlier but that was...”  

“Better than fine dining?”  

“I don’t know what’s better than fine dining but, yeah, better than that.”  

Sukuna chuckles, “Glad to remind you.”  

Sukuna “accidentally” lands a hard bite just above your collarbone, caging a pleasured groan within closed lips. Sukuna kisses the forming red patch, “Sorry baby, got a little greedy there.”  

“I hope I give you a brain freeze.” You joked, trying to take your mind off the aching spot.  

Sukuna hooks his finger around the side of your silk underwear, his other hand slowly appreciates your ass. “I’m sure it’ll be worth it.”

Your body slowly rocks on top of him, the yellow and orange from the fireplace illuminate your dips and curves. The aftershocks of your second orgasm calm down, giving you the signal to stop riding him. One hand caresses the trimmed hairs sprinkled across Sukuna’s chest. The other traces the small gold chain decorating his pecs. Sukuna squeezes the body fat from your hips then pats your left butt cheek.  

You hop off and lay down on the blanket you set down for your second round. Sukuna pulls off the condom and gets up to throw it away. The contained fire warms your naked body from a distance, defending you from the army of white cold. You hum while the fire entertains you until Sukuna comes back. He’s wearing the boxers he had on earlier with the embroidered knife patterns. Where he got those kinds of boxers you may never know.  

Sukuna drops the pillow he stole from the couch then sits down on the blanket. He pulls you towards him and you two lie down together. You perform his signature trait, pushing his hair back, enabling his wild look. Sukuna traces your spine, quietly admiring both how strong and weak one’s bone structure could be.  

“I never thought I would enjoy silly things like sitting in front of a fireplace during winter.”  

“It’s silly?”  

“Not really. I guess I just associated this with Christmas activities. Christmas always seemed too cheesy to me so I associated things like this as silly holiday stuff.”  

“Yeah, I get it. Sex in front of the fireplace, just silly wholesome Christmas activities.” You joked. You instantly felt Sukuna’s laughter rumble throughout his chest. After calming down he gives your arm a light pinch.  

“You know what I mean.”  

“I’m just happy you allowed me to bring some mellow in your life. I remember when I met you, you were always in some crazy illegal trouble. It seemed like I could barely keep up with you and your fast-paced lifestyle.”  

“Yeah, it was fun for a while, I’ll admit. Even getting caught had some sort of thrill. Now that I’m pushing thirty, I just feel over it.”  

You chuckle, “Not a spring chicken as you used to be.”  

“Yeah. I suppose every hot shot has their limit.”  

“Well, I’m proud that you’re beginning to settle down. I know your brother is too.” You rub his cheek.  

“I was surprised when he offered to help me set up my fight clubhouse. He’s usually against violence and shit.”  

“Maybe he thought that it would be a nice distraction from your life with crime. Even if it meant supporting you doing something he also doesn’t like. Like a lesser of two evils kind of thing.”  

“I never knew someone so predictable yet unpredictable at the same time more than him.” Sukuna said. You giggle then sprawl your hands across Sukuna’s abdomen, trailing over the ridges in a playful matter. Sukuna tender gaze studies your features as he softly pulls little cushions of your skin.  

“Thank you for sticking with me.”  

You look up to see the wild orange shadowing his strong features. His usual too cool-for-school attitude was replaced with a loving nature only reserved for you. A nature molded by small, seemingly insignificant moments sparked by a mutual agreement of casual dating. You plant a few kisses against his jawline then lay back on his chest.  

Before your eyes close for the night, you slur a few words that gets a smile out of Sukuna. “Guess you’re stuck with me now.”  

[kurd1shangel]

The Brain’s Natural Ability to Shift Realities

Shifting is easy because it taps into the brain’s natural ability to exist across different realities. The brain is highly adaptable due to neuroplasticity, allowing it to rewire itself and form new neural pathways. When you visualize your Desired Reality (DR), your brain activates networks like the default mode network (DMN), which governs imagination and daydreaming, making the experience feel as real as a memory. This activates your episodic memory systems, creating simulations of experiences that feel tangible.

The reticular activating system (RAS) also plays a key role. It filters and prioritizes relevant information, so when you focus your intention on your DR, your brain tunes into that reality, shifting your awareness there.

The most powerful part of shifting, though, is that the brain doesn’t have to force anything. It already knows how to move between realities. It’s a natural function of the mind to adjust focus and intention, making the process of shifting feel effortless. By simply engaging with your DR, you’re allowing your brain to do what it already knows how to do: move between different realities, seamlessly and without resistance.

[insomniac4000]

Three Peaks Challenge Part 2

You can read part one here

Two months had passed since the Three Peaks Challenge, but the camaraderie and bonds formed during those gruelling climbs had only grown stronger. Y/n’s ambitious idea to climb Mount Kilimanjaro for her channel had taken root during a post-hike conversation after Snowdon. Chris, despite the daunting prospect of another mountain, had agreed without hesitation. They had spent the last few weeks preparing for the adventure, going on runs together to keep up their general fitness as well as climbing as many hills and mountains as they could. The time they spent together cause a lot of raised eyebrows and wagging tongues.

“You’ve got to stop saying yes to her,” George teased, leaning against the kitchen counter as Chris unpacked his gym bag one evening.

Arthur Hill, sprawled on the sofa with a guitar in hand as he played around with it, chimed in, “He can’t help himself. You’ve seen the way he looks at her.”

Chris rolled his eyes, though a faint blush crept up his neck. “It’s not like that,” he muttered, opening the fridge and grabbing a water bottle.

George smirked. “Sure it’s not. That’s why you’re spending every spare second with her, climbing hills and planning treks halfway across the world.”

Chris tried to focus on unscrewing the cap, but Arthur wasn’t done. “We’re just saying, mate. You two have been dancing around this for months now, we can all see it so why don’t you do something about it?”

“Yeah you keep having a go at me for not talking to women but here you are doing the same!” George added.

Chris didn’t respond, but the thought lingered as he left the kitchen.

Chris stretched his legs after another grueling training session with Y/n. The gym’s cold air prickled his skin, still damp from sweat. Y/n stood nearby, her hair tied in a high ponytail and her cheeks flushed from exertion. She scrolled through her phone, likely checking their training schedule.

"You still alive over there, hobbit?" she teased, glancing at him with a cheeky grin.

“Barely,” Chris replied, running a hand through his damp hair. “You’re going to have me climbing Kilimanjaro on my hands and knees at this rate.”

Y/n laughed, a light, musical sound that always seemed to make his chest feel warm. “You’ll thank me when we’re at the summit. Remember, altitude sickness doesn’t care how fit you are.”

Chris groaned, but he couldn’t deny he enjoyed spending time with her. Their training sessions were tough, but they’d become part of his routine—just like Y/n herself.

“Same time tomorrow?” Y/n asked as she grabbed her bag.

Chris nodded, already dreading and looking forward to it.

Back at home, Chris walked into his flat to find George Clarkeey sprawled across the sofa, eating crisps, and ArthurTV perched at the dining table editing a video.

“Another session with Y/n?” George called without looking up. “How’s the future Mrs. Dixon?”

Chris rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the faint blush creeping up his neck. “We’re training for her video. That’s it.”

Arthur looked up from his laptop, smirking. “Sure, mate. Spending every other day with her, smiling like a lovesick puppy whenever she texts—it’s definitely just about the video.”

“Alright, alright,” Chris muttered, dropping his gym bag by the door. “I’m going to shower.”

“Don’t forget to daydream about her while you’re at it!” George called after him, earning a laugh from Arthur.

Chris shook his head, but their teasing stuck with him. It wasn’t the first time his flatmates had pointed out how much time he spent with Y/n, and it wasn’t lost on him that he rarely argued with them about it.

The weeks leading up to their departure were filled with relentless preparation. Y/n, ever the meticulous planner, had them training on steep inclines, hiking trails, and even a few altitude simulation sessions.

“You’re a machine,” Chris said one afternoon as they reached the top of a particularly challenging hill. He bent over, hands on his knees, catching his breath.

Y/n, barely winded, grinned. “And you’re getting better.”

Chris stood upright, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Remind me why I agreed to this again?”

“Because you secretly love it,” she teased, handing him a water bottle.

Chris laughed, his exhaustion fading under her bright smile. “You might be right.” He gazed into y/n’s eyes.

Landing in Tanzania, the excitement was palpable. Y/n had her camera out from the moment they stepped off the plane, capturing every detail for her channel. Chris, though less focused on filming, couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride watching her work, she put her heart and soul into her videos and it showed, to him she was definitely and underrated content creator.

“You’ve got a way of making everything seem like an adventure,” he told her as they drove to the base of the mountain.

Y/n smiled, adjusting her camera. “And you’ve got a way of making every adventure better.”

The first few days of the trek were challenging but manageable. The group, consisting of Chris, Y/n, their guide, and a small crew for support, moved steadily through the lower slopes, acclimating to the altitude and pushing through the rocky terrain. The mountain wasn’t as steep as ones they had climbed but the altitude an thinner air was something new.  hris and Y/n fell into an easy rhythm howevr their banter and shared determination keeping spirits high.

“You know,” Chris said during a rest stop, “this is officially the craziest thing I’ve ever done.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Even crazier than getting water boarded during that Sidemen video?”

“Way crazier,” Chris admitted, laughing at the memory.

As Chris and Y/n ascended Kilimanjaro’s rocky slopes, the crisp mountain air made their breath visible. The path was steep, and though their muscles ached, the shared challenge kept them moving. They paused to catch their breath, perched on a boulder overlooking a sea of clouds below.

Chris sipped from his water bottle and glanced at Y/n, her curls peeking out from under her beanie. “So,” he began, breaking the quiet, “when you’re not dragging me up mountains, what’s next for you?”

Y/n smiled, pulling her knees to her chest. “Big picture or small picture?”

“Big,” Chris replied. “The kind of thing you don’t usually share in your videos.”

Y/n considered this, her hazel eyes distant. “I guess I want… balance,” she said finally. “I love the thrill of challenges, but sometimes I think about settling down. You know, having a home base to come back to after the adventures.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Like a house with a white picket fence and a dog kind of settling down?”

Y/n laughed. “Maybe not that cliché. But a place that feels like home. And people who feel like home, too.”

Chris nodded thoughtfully, the words striking a chord. “I get that. I love what I do, but sometimes I wonder if I’m missing something. Like there’s more to life than views and football challenges.”

Y/n tilted her head, studying him. “Do you ever think about the future? Like, where you’ll be in five, ten years?”

Chris shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. “I try not to plan too much. Life has a way of throwing curveballs.” He hesitated, then added, “But yeah, I think about it. I want to build something meaningful—whether that’s a family, or a project that really makes a difference.”

Y/n’s gaze softened. “I think you’re already doing that, Chris. Your videos bring people joy. And that Three Peaks Challenge—you got so many people talking about mental health. That’s huge.”

Chris’s cheeks flushed, but he smiled. “Thanks. That means a lot coming from you.”

They walked in silence for a while, the crunch of their boots on gravel filling the air. The landscape grew sparser as they ascended, the vegetation giving way to jagged rocks and patches of snow.

“What about you?” Chris asked eventually. “You’ve done so much already—South America, these crazy challenges. Is there something you haven’t done yet that you’re itching to try?”

Y/n’s face lit up. “There’s always something. I’d love to do a documentary-style series—telling real stories, maybe in remote places. But also… I think I’d like to work on something closer to home. A series that feels more personal. Like showing people that it’s okay to struggle, to not have it all figured out.”

Chris smiled. “I think you’d be amazing at that. You have this way of making people feel like they’re not alone.”

Y/n’s cheeks pinked, and she looked down at her boots. “Thanks, Chris.”

As they continued climbing, Y/n turned the question back on him. “What about you? Any secret dreams you haven’t told anyone?”

Chris laughed. “I don’t know about secret dreams, but I’ve been thinking a lot about doing more with mental health awareness. It’s something I’ve struggled with, and I feel like I have this platform I could use to help.”

Y/n nodded, her expression serious. “I think that’s incredible. And brave. Talking about mental health isn’t easy, but it’s so important.”

Chris glanced at her, his heart swelling with admiration. “You’ve been pretty open about your struggles, too. It’s inspiring.”

Y/n shrugged modestly. “It’s just part of who I am. And if sharing my story helps someone else, then it’s worth it.”

They reached a flat section of the trail and paused to take in the view. The sun was starting to dip lower, casting a golden glow over the peaks in the distance.

“Do you ever think about how crazy this is?” Chris said, gesturing to the vast expanse around them. “Like, how we’re just tiny specks in this massive world?”

Y/n smiled, her eyes twinkling. “All the time. But I think that’s what makes it special. We’re small, but we still get to experience moments like this.”

Chris nodded, his gaze lingering on her. “Yeah. Moments like this.”

Y/n turned to him, her expression curious. “What?”

“Nothing,” Chris said quickly, though his heart raced. “Just… I’m glad we’re doing this together.”

Y/n’s smile softened. “Me too, Chris.”

As they resumed their climb, Chris felt a sense of clarity he hadn’t experienced in a long time. For once, he wasn’t worried about the next step—or the step after that. All that mattered was the present moment, and the person beside him.

The higher they climbed, the tougher it got. The air grew thinner, the temperature dropped, and the physical toll became evident. Even Y/n, ever the optimist, began to feel the strain.

“Okay, this is officially brutal,” she said, leaning against her trekking poles during a particularly difficult section.

Chris, standing beside her, offered a hand. “We’ve got this.”

Y/n took his hand, their fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary before she let go and nodded. “Yeah. We do.”

Reaching the summit was nothing short of euphoric. The sky stretched endlessly above them, the sun rising in hues of gold and orange, casting a surreal glow over the snowy peak, it was unlike either of them had seen before.

Y/n, overwhelmed by the moment, let out a laugh that turned into a sob as she was overcome with emotion. “We did it,” she whispered, smiling at Chris as she stood almost misty eyed.

Chris stood beside her, his chest heaving from the climb, but his focus was solely on her. “You did it,” he corrected. “This was your dream.”

Y/n turned to him, her hazel eyes shimmering with tears. “Not without you.”

The words hung between them, heavy with unspoken meaning. Chris felt his heart race, the altitude and the emotions swirling together in a dizzying mix.

Before he could overthink it, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss. Y/n froze for a heartbeat, then melted into him, her hands gripping his jacket as the world fell away.

When they pulled back, both breathless, Y/n let out a shaky laugh. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Chris smiled, his forehead resting against hers. “Neither was I.”

They stood there for a moment, the enormity of what had just happened sinking in.

“We should probably join the others,” Y/n said softly, though she made no move to step away.

“Yeah,” Chris agreed, his voice barely above a whisper.

They eventually made their way to the group, the moment left unspoken but etched deeply in their minds.

The climb down was almost harder than the ascent, the fatigue weighing heavily on them. Despite their best efforts to act normal, there was a noticeable shift between Chris and Y/n.

During breaks, their gazes lingered a little too long. Their laughter was softer, more intimate, they held hands even when they didn’t need support.

When Y/n’s Kilimanjaro video went live, it was an instant hit. Her audience was captivated by the breathtaking scenery, the gruelling challenge, and the camaraderie between her and Chris.

But it didn’t take long for the comments to pick up on the subtle dynamics.

“Chris and Y/n are adorable together. Are we going to ignore how he looked at her during that sunrise shot?” “I swear they were holding hands at one point on the descent. Anyone else catch that?” “If these two aren’t dating, I’ll eat my trekking poles.”

George, watching with a smug look on his face texted Chris after reading a particularly bold comment: “When are you announcing your engagement?”

Chris replied with a rolling eyes emoji: “Fuck sake.” Y/N peered over his shoulder as they were both snuggled on her sofa and she let out a soft giggle.

“We’re going to have to tell them sometime you know.”

“I know. But I love just having you all to myself.”

[sysmedsaresexist]

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Headspaces

Did you know that there was a point in time when inner worlds were largely confined to discussions of polyfragmentation and complex MPD?

I've posted before about the experiences of older systems before the internet, and this topic falls into that same boat-- back before maladaptive daydreaming was even a named concept (Eli Somer first wrote about MaDD in 2002).

So, to anyone worried:

Not having an inner world is NORMAL

In fact, for the longest time, it was the norm.

As such, there were techniques used to HELP clients develop an inner world in an attempt to learn to communicate with their alters.

And I'd like to share one of those with you! This technique could be useful to ANYONE still struggling to speak with system members, and gives you a basis from which to build an inner world.

The Round Table Communication Exercise

When I first started my journey, I had no communication with my system. We experienced heavy emotional intrusion from each other, maybe a whisper here or there, but that was it.

My therapist taught me this technique to use during our sessions and while I was going to sleep.

Essentially, you're meditating. Find a quiet place to relax (when going to bed it perfect), close your eyes, and imagine a table.

Start simple, nothing intense. Hold the image of the table in your mind. What is it made from? How many legs does it have? What colour is it? Is there anything on it? Etch this table into your mind. Every inch of it. Commit it to memory.

And now, set chairs at the table. How many are there? Are they the same material as the table? Are they comfortable or hard? Tall backs? Arms? Can you sit in the chair and lean your forearms on the table? Is it comfortable?

Invite others to come sit with you.

Maybe they won't show up the first day, but continue to invite them, continue to imagine that table and the chairs. Note any changes that occur to the table.

Once you're comfortable with the table, familiar with it, slowly look around the room. How many walls? What colour? Is there anything on the walls? What kind of vibe is the room giving you? Is it welcoming and relaxing? If it's not, imagine yourself changing the room. Straighten pictures, paint the walls.

Continue to visit this room and invite others to come talk.

Eventually, someone came to sit at the table with me. As we sat and spoke, I could start to envision his face, his hair, his voice, his clothes, I could hear him telling me his name.

And over time, more people joined us. More chairs appeared, knickknacks were scattered around the room and across the table, doors appeared along the walls.

We created a couch and a TV, to simulate fronting and imagine our interactions together.

Because that's all an inner world is-- an imaginary recreation to represent internal interactions.

There isn't some small pocket in your brain where everyone lives, you're not born with an inner world, it doesn't come free with your first alter's Xbox. An inner world can be as simple as being able to visualize an interaction, or an entire immersive daydream city.

One of my alters is very emotionally reactive, and when he's frustrated, he "flips the table." This visualization is something everyone in the system can see, it's the same feeling each time, and the reactions of each alter can be perfectly visualized as this table flips-- exhausted groans, facepalms, shooshpaps as he's whisked away to his room through one of the doors.

When we're fighting for front, we can see ourselves sitting on the couch in front of the television, fighting over the remote, or if we're co-con we can imagine ourselves sitting together on the couch. Maybe we're cuddled and happy, or maybe we're sitting there awkwardly, a solid inch between us where we refuse to brush arms.

Over time, the couch became bigger, and more of us could sit together, everyone aware of and watching the images on the screen of our life happening in real time. We could talk to each other about choices we were making.

Eventually, we could visualize ourselves talking it out rather than fighting. We were able to slam our hands down on the table before it could be flipped.

These visualizations are our basis of communication.

This is an inner world, even if it's nothing more than a room that I created myself.

I hope this exercise can help others.

Good luck, and happy daydreaming.