#the humor is very. hm. I don't know how to describe it

[moonybadger]

Been trying to watch Adventure Time finally since I loved Fionna and Cake so much and man. I can really tell why I didn't get into it back in high school lol

[heartbrkr]

a hindrance to peace

SUMMARY You remembered at an inconvenient moment that you weren’t your boyfriend’s first kiss, nor lover.

PAIRING kim sunwoo x gender neutral!reader

GENRE idolverse!au, established relationship, fluff, slight attempt at humor

WORD COUNT 1.6k

WARNINGS a jealous reader and an even more jealous sunwoo, they have a playful argument, two swear words, sunwoo is reader's first bf, nct's haechan mention (you'll see LOL), dialogue heavy

AUTHOR’S NOTE my first tbz/sunwoo fic inspired by this tiktok.. honestly, i'm a bit nervous to post this, but i loved writing it! feedback is greatly appreciated! ☻

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN!

In between the adrenaline-filled moments with Sunwoo comes its fair share of soft and lingering ones that remind the memory of each other’s outline. Tonight was time for the latter, finding peace in the way your bodies intertwined on the sofa and words exchanged about anything and everything. At least, that was the initial plan.

He was talking about his latest project, accepting an offer to produce another group’s track. You were trying so hard to listen to him describe the vibe of the comeback, but the only thing you could feel was your overflowing pride for him. As a perfectionist, your boyfriend works very hard. You’re beyond delighted to find out that his talents and efforts have been paying off.

Out of excitement, you grab his face with the intention of giving him a congratulatory kiss. You both lean in, prepared to stop talking for the next few minutes, when all of a sudden, a revelation pops into your head:

Remember when he kissed people who weren’t you?

Your eyes are now wide open; you won’t let that slide. Though, you wonder why you’re only realizing it at this very moment. 

Sunwoo’s parted lips hover over yours, but they never meet. Your palms no longer squish his cheeks. Simultaneously, you glare down at his mouth.

“What? What’s wrong?” You see his lips move, but his words don’t process for you.

One of your eyes involuntarily twitches, vividly imagining how Sunwoo’s perfect, plush lips have moulded against ones that aren’t yours, sighed names that don't belong to you, caressed others’ skin with his bare hands. Held his past lovers closer with the intent of never letting go (he eventually did, though, obviously).

He can so clearly see your face morphing deeper in distress with every unpleasant thought that makes its way into your brain; hiding your facial expressions wasn’t exactly your best suit.

“Hey.” He sternly tries to call out, yet you’re still stuck in your sulk. For about a minute, he thought you were pulling a prank on him. But with every passing beat that you don’t acknowledge his attempts to pull you out of your state, he starts to feel dread seep into his body.

Gradually losing his cool, he pats the side of your thighs, face, and eventually finds his hands in your own. He shuts his eyes briefly in relief when he feels you return his touch. However, you still aren’t verbally responding.

You’re trying, though, and Sunwoo catches your mouth opening, only to release a deep breath. As you look for the words to verbalize what’s plaguing your mind, you don’t think you can do it without sounding stupid and petty. You know exactly how he’ll react, and you’re unsure if you’re mentally ready to handle that.

Fuck it, you think to yourself after a bit. Might as well say it now than let it get bigger than it actually is.

“Nothing.”

…Is what you weren’t supposed to say.

As you hesitantly look at his face, his features start to grow with impatience, one of the many things you were avoiding. He cuts you off before you could even sound a letter out of defense.

Sunwoo sighs out exaggeratedly. “Well, it must be so unimportant that you deprived me of a makeout, hm?”

You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes at his tone. “What I meant to say was, I remembered something,” he hums back at you rather impatiently, but you dismiss it, merely raising an eyebrow at him, “that I’m not the only person you’ve kissed.”

“Well, yeah. We have talked about this before. Why are you thinking about my exes when we’re about to kiss?” The plural term he uses only adds a prick to your already agitated nerves.

“But you’re all my firsts. Like, we were made for each other, and you were out there fucking around with people who weren’t me? It isn’t fair.” As you say each word aloud, you’re slowly realizing how unserious this was, but you’ll keep stringing the problem along. That’s what he gets for kissing other girls.

He laughs at you in disbelief with his eyebrows furrowed, just as you expected. “You aren’t serious, are you? Sounds like a you problem that you have zero game.”

Sunwoo tries to steal a teasing peck, but you’re faster to block him with a throw pillow, halfheartedly offended by his comment. “But when I bring up the fact that you shoved Changmin just because I said he was attractive before we were dating…”

Pushing the cushion away from his face and to the floor, he looks back at you with the biggest pout you have ever seen. If it weren’t for the context of your current banter, you would’ve already whipped out your phone to take a photo. “That’s because you aren’t supposed to look at men— and women— who aren’t me!”

“Why are you allowed to get jealous and I’m not?”

The raccoon-resembling man in front of you pauses for half a second, lacking a logical argument to counter you. So he says whatever comes to his mind next: “...Because!”

“Changmin didn’t deserve that, by the way.” “Stop that!”

“Not before you tell me why.” 

He shakes his head violently and laughs, which eventually turns into a series of cut-off whines. “‘Cause my eyes are only on you! You’re the one I think about, no one else. The only time I talked about my exes was ‘cause you brought the topic up, not me!”

Ignoring the fluttering in your stomach, today marked the day that you decided egging a jealous Sunwoo was the best form of personal entertainment. “But if you hid them any longer, wouldn’t you have been lying to me?”

Your boyfriend rubs his hands over his face and dramatically reclines over the sofa’s armrest, his torso gone from your sight. “Yah! You’re insufferable.”

“Someone has to keep up with you somehow.” You tell him before rising from your once comfortable spot. He feels the couch shift when you stand up to get away from him, only furthering the playful argument the both of you are having.

You purposefully pass his line of vision, but it backfires when his hand latches on your ankle, making you jolt in surprise. “No… Get back here…” Trails out of his mouth breathily from the awkward position he’s in.

A few forceful jerks of your leg isn’t enough for him to release you, so you resort to squatting to pinch his arm, which surprisingly works. However, you don’t get far when running away to a Sunwoo-free area, because he’s already right behind you.

He grabs you from your waist, dragging you back to the sofa. You resist his grip but the warmth of his arms is too comfortable to get out of. Intentionally, you make a weak attempt to escape. “Let me go!”

“No.”

“Okay, what if I told you Haechan from NCT was also handsome?”

That was enough for Sunwoo to loosen his hold and turn you around to face him by the doorway of the kitchen, no expression present. You try hard not to laugh at his face, but at the same time contemplating if you were taking this too far.

With the flattest tone he could muster, Sunwoo says to you, “Be serious.”

You couldn’t hold in your laughter any longer, your arms wrapping around him due to cute aggression caused by the man himself. He hugs you back tightly after failing to keep his arms to himself, pretending he’s still upset. Not being able to see his face due to your position, you could only imagine the sulkiest expression gracing his features.

When you pull away from the long embrace, you see the pouty face you visioned. With his cheeks back into your palms, he leans into your touch and you guiltily smile at him. “I’m sorry! I love you, my Sunwoo.”

He smirks at the emphasis on my, feeling the pace of his heart quicken. Of course, nothing gets past you, deciding that a simple mouth twitch was enough to bring up your fresh “fight”.

“Now you apologize. And don’t ask what for, unless you want another round of me pestering you?” His hand flies up to the back of your neck and lays your head on his shoulder, forcing you into another hug. “Nope, no more talking about exes and how you find my friends attractive.” 

There’s a pause between his first and next statement, leaving you patiently (loosely used) waiting for the apology that was asked for. To your surprise, his words were spoken sincerely instead of the sarcasm you anticipated.

“I’m sorry for not taking your existence into consideration when I had other partners before you. Won’t happen again. I love you, I promise you’re it for me.”

Your fondness for him multiplies by the thousands, so you show it by squeezing and swaying him to the fullest. Eventually, you start littering pecks all over his face and Sunwoo catches a glimpse of how your eyes are brimming bright with love. He indulges in the feeling, thanking everything and anything that he has you all to himself.

But you abruptly stop to look at him with an undecipherable expression and he resists letting out an irritated groan, thinking you still haven’t dropped the bickering from a few minutes ago.

Faux confusion appears on your face as you look up to the ceiling, index finger rhythmically tapping your chin. “Actually, I can’t really tell that you like me. Could you show me?” You make eye contact with him again, tilting your head with a pout.

Oh. He can do more than that.

[goldxnfemme]

It's a long-ish video, but it's worth watching.

ID - tiktok video from user gaygtownbae, stitching a video from someone criticising people "cheering on the death of billionaires" on the submarine situation and they go on to say:

So I want to talk about ethics versus morals. My name is Evan, I am a bioethicist and I did my thesis on misinformation, disinformation and conspiracy theories as a threat to public health. So there's been quite a few of these videos about how people are very upset

(Note number 1 and it says "Note* I made this video a few hours before the announcement about finding the remnants of the vessel, so the language reflects them still missing")

that folks are cheering on the loss of this submarine because it had billionaires in it and I want to talk about how that is in a way considered ethically neutral.

So for the folks who are saying this is really terrible, like we shouldn't be cheering on the fact that there are people in a really dire situation, who are clearly gonna lose their lives, what you are describing is your moral stance that you do not feel comfortable or you don't want to cheer on people being trapped at the bottom of the sea. (note 2 comes in and it says "Dark humor is a valuable technique/tool, especially as an expression of trauma and/or oppression")

You're making an individualized argument, which is fine, that's, totally, that's absolutely the right thing to do, nobody is denying that, but you're having a conversation with people who are cheering on a societal change. Something that has happened in society that may or may not shift imbalances, because what you're seeing is a group of people who are cheering on the loss of what they perceive to be an oppressor. And what we know when it comes to economy and it comes to a lot of things like access to healthcare etc, is that billionaires are a deep cause of a lot of those things ( note 3 comes in and it says "The power, privilege, safety, and existence of billionaires is not harmed by the mockery of a disempowered group.")

The inequality and inequity that people experience, especially marginalized folks, is due to the business practices, pretty directly, of people who are billionaires. (note 4 comes in and it says "Some modern philosophers would say mocking this historic global news event is moral because that is supporting an inherently immoral group's demise from their own choices. As an ethicist I am not trained in impose or challenge the definitions of morality, I am trained to look at designing principles that help us guide and decide societal consensus on morals.")

So this group of people is not cheering on the loss of five people, 5 husbands or sons, or hm, people who celebrate birthdays, what they're cheering on is what could to them symbolize a societal shift. I'm not saying that it's right, what I'm saying is that in this case, and in any other case where people are perceiving the loss of an oppressor, it's ethically neutral.

(notes 5 and 6 come in - the first says "If you've been cheering for Tr*mp to go to jail, making jokes about unvaccinated people getting sick from COVID, etc, you've participated in this behavior. These are all individuals with real lives too. But also, these people have been the source of great communal suffering." And the second says "The "us" and "them" stance that working class people feel toward billionaires is not created by them, they are forced to participate in that adversarial relationship. The wealthy class created it by dehumanizing their existence, extorting their labor, and constantly shifting necessary life supporting resources out of reach of everyone.")

It doesn't really have a good or bad stance and it's not effective or ineffective, they also don't have power in this scenario to change what's happening and so for them, it's empowering to see a group that has always had power be disempowered. It's in the same vein as like cheering on a bully getting beat up or seeing an abusive partner go to jail (note 7 comes in and it says "In an equitable world, the resources put into trying to save these wealthy people who made a dangerous (and ultimately deadly) choice would also be made available with the same urgency for the most vulnerable. But it's not, and this rightfully is enraging for a substantial portion of society.")

Um it's not about the individual as much as it's about the symbolism and just because you don't feel the same way (note 8 comes in and it says "A lot of social movements historically that have sought to challenge autocractic classes and governments have used this type of humor to force change. The group Otpor! is a great example.") , you have a different individualized moral stance, doesn't mean that these people are experiencing something that is wrong or doing something that is wrong, they're just doing something that quite honestly is very human. Humans celebrate the perceived fall of opressors all the time, hm, doesn't really have an ethical stance to it.

(note 9 comes in and says "manipulative and insidious leader can hijack this natural human reaction to seeing their oppressors suffer by redirecting blame to a scapegoated group, but that isn't what will naturally happen from this behavior.")

And when you tell people that they shouldn't be cheering on, you're insinuating that it's inethical and it's just neither and it doesn't lead to a slippery slope unless pushed by a manipulator, because it's not inherently inethical to dislike and celebrate the loss of someone that's been oppressing you.

End ID

[yridenergyridenergy]

How would you describe the personality of each member? As a fan, do you notice when they change? Do you think they are friendlier now than when they were 10 years / 20 years ago?

To be honest, I have always been the worst at describing people, even fictional characters. I envy everyone who can come up with a profound analysis and even extrapoate on individuals' personalities.

With that said, from the little I know, they are all very quiet, except Die, but Toshiya can also open up with alcohol it seems hah. Toshiya is soft and warm-hearted. Kaoru, especially from what I have heard, is very generous; he goes above and beyond to anticipate people's needs and desires. Shinya, I love his humor, but I personally wondered if he developed it as a defensive mechanism, because he found a way to make people laugh while sounding dumb. Anyway, for certain he must be very strong-willed. I don't see it as an act of submission at all that he stayed in the band despite questioning the distance that they took from visual kei. He is uniquely creative and does not hesitate to act on that. For Kyo, of course he looks like he is brutally honest. Hm, there's satellite stuff that I know about his personality from kyo-online that I won't share, but he reminds me of a friend who must always keep busy otherwise some obsession(s) settles in. Other than being honest and laser-focused, obviously he is close to his emotions and I think that he has people's best interests in mind. Die, it's crazy because I know that he posts daily on his blog but I never signed up, so I feel like I don't know much about him at all.

As for friendlier, I am not sure if you were refering to among the band or toward fans. Certainly, there seemed to be a lot of tension within the band around Uroboros. I know that there were barely any clips from that whole era to include in the compilation of interactions among the members.

If anybody wants to add or correct something to answer this question, feel free!

[hells-greatestdad]

25. Who is someone you admire?

29. Who are your favorite characters?

52. How would your friends and/or family describe you? How different are you really to what they’d describe you with? 

53. How would you respond if someone is rude to you or has done you wrong?

58. How important is writing to you?

Who is someone you admire?

Someone I admire? Good question.... I suppose, for non-internet people, that's still my stepdad. Who is no longer with us, but... guy was pretty wise and very intelligent, had all manner of careers in his life and tons of good life experience and advice. Very humorous and goofy and good with kids. Well.... we had been very close. So yeah. Even while he also had glaring faults (like many people do), I admire him.

(He also definitely had OCD. But hey, so do I.)

Who are your favorite characters?

Well, aside from Luci here (who is the newest fav and also a comfort character), I also really love Goku, Minato (from Naruto), Crona (Soul Eater), Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist), Seras Victoria (Hellsing Ultimate), Izuku Midoria (My Hero Academia), Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist), Tomoya (CLANNAD).... that's what comes to mind off the top of my head.

Goku was my previous comfort character before Lucifer. He had held the position since 2015 or so.

How would your friends and/or family describe you? How different are you really to what they’d describe you with? 

Hm.... I thiiiink......

Friends generally say I'm super nice, chill.... family would definitely say that I'm incredibly messy and disorganized.

I don't think that's necessarily inaccurate, though.... I'm a bit less nice than I used to be.... more easily annoyed, for sure. Though I keep those thoughts to myself and still generally assume the best about others. Still.... working customer service for 5 years will do that, lol!

How would you respond if someone is rude to you or has done you wrong?

You know, it.... I've had plenty of these scenarios. Generally.... I am extremely non-confrontational. I'd rather deal with shit than rock the boat.

One time someone stole my dog. I spent 3 days looking for him, puting up posters, walking door to door in my neighborhood, etc. And then someone told me they saw a facebook post from a coworker with a picture of my dog, gave me information on where this person lived, etc.

They were in my neighborhood, which is to be expected.

We attempted to make contact, they ignored us. Finally, got the police involved, at which point, they finally showed their face and brought the dog out.

They were like I spent money on this dog, etc.... look, I just wanted my fur baby back, I didn't want to argue. Ended up giving them the $50 in my savings account because I didn't want to keep arguing over shit. ....it was all the money I had at the time, as I was unemployed.

If that doesn't tell you what a pushover I am, or at least used to be, then.... yeah.

I might not be that extremely easy to manipulate these days, but.... still tend to be very much conflict avoidant. Generally, rather forgive easily and move on.

.....now. If someone wrongs someone else, especially someone vulnerable, then I'm going to be much angrier than if they had wronged me.

How important is writing to you?

Writing is important to me in so far as it is a vehicle by which I indulge in my hyperfixations. It's been a way to express myself creatively since I was 11! I remember sharing my little fanfictions with my stepdad, who was very enthusiastic about my endeavors. (I didn't know it was called fanfiction at the time, but that's what it was!)

[just-a-carrot]

Good time, Carrot! And in advance - have a nice rest if you have the opportunity! ✨

Hehehe, I got curious when I introduced it! Imagine that after work, Orlam is just (supposing) waiting for a bus, and someone decided to talk to him, and even some kind of dialogue began between them. Perhaps Orlam would have reacted with incomprehension, so someone wanted to talked with HIM?

And then maybe they would talk a little more and more (if Orlam decided to give someone his contact for communication).

I'm not sure, I thought if Orlam had an acquaintance who likes to spend time with him, or help him in bit matters, support him, love his dark humor, and could discuss a lot of things... Maybe there was a gift that Orlam loves (or reminds him of).

Why does it seem to me that if this were to happen, Orlam would feel a little happy? That he needs someone? That someone really was interested in him, and someone wants to spend time with him?

My friends just tell me I'm a pretty nice person, and they can feel like themselves...

And I have a lot in common with Orlam, so I thought we could get along anyway, and help each other... Not to be lonely, needed, and feeling warm hugs and conversations ÚwÙ

Or because Orlam and I have common problems, or I'm just understanding and kind, although I am sometimes strange, and this can scare him and others, hehehe! >:D✨

P.s.

(He would feel like a master if he played the console with me, because I only held the console twice in my life. So, he could teach me how to play, hehehe.

Sorry that it was so long, I decided to describe the situation a little for the sake of completeness, heeeeh)

oh gosh this is very long djdjdjd it feels like you have put a lot of thought into this already

hmm... I always have a really hard time answering questions like this, as I feel somewhat weird trying to answer questions that involve someone I don't know LOL 💦

I do feel like surely there have been people that have talked to him/run into him/tried to be somewhat friendly to him in the past 🤔 (he is 30 after all dhdhdh he's had many years of going back and forth between work, meeting people in his apartment complex, etc.) but because of his general attitude, even those who have tried to be friends with him have mostly drifted away. I get the feeling that Orlam in his current, hm, "ways" perhaps unwittingly acts in such a way that turns people off because he lacks confidence and then he can blame himself that they leave and tell himself that's just the way things are. which is also why the only people he ever really stays in contact with is the friend group. because they're an unchanging constant. which is rather sad but.

so... I'm unsure tbh LOL it would take Orlam in his current pre-wonderland form quite a lot to break him out of the mold he's gotten himself into after years and years of retracting in on himself dhdhdhs

[ntrider]

5 13 27 39

hehe I asked for more attention and I got it thank youuuuuuu I love you anon

5: Do you take drugs? in a sense, no. I am personally really against alcohol and drugs for recreational use. one of the advantages of having a driver's license is that you can always count on me to be sober no matter where or when. I don't have any drug trauma or anything I just. REALLY hate it. cannot stand it. I'm cool with other people doing it of course, but I can only be so cool about it. if everyone's hanging out to drink and smoke yall can see me some other time yknow

13: Biggest turn ons shit that's hard to say. to answer honestly, I guess I like when people surprise me with how they approach me and others. so I would say people who display a lot of patience but still make you feel like they WANT to be patient, or that love to play on both yours and their terms and engage with teasing you but are still mindful to how much moderation they should have based on your reactions. attentiveness, even when subconscious, is very attractive. also when people see affection and attraction in similar ways than me or differently but still in a way that can connect with how I see it. so, focused on conversation, playing both together and in parallel, and casual intimacy. I guess. I was going to describe physical turn ons too, but slowly realized I was just going to describe the full anatomy of a human being. also praise. I adore compliments, especially when they feel earned (i.e. something I actually put effort into doing or saying was recognized and appreciated)

27: A description of the person I like they're really beautiful in every sense of the word. the passion for the things they engage with is extremely inspiring, and you know I mean it knowing the person I am. they show a kindness and way to... I guess focus on what they are and want to be? that makes me feel like I want to help them get there. not that I'm needed, but that it would help me to be there for their help, y'know? their sense of humor delights me, and the stories they share with others makes me feel assured that they're someone I want to truly spend time with because of how well they can exist with others and with me. I guess. is this what you'd call a description? look, I post a lot of poetry on main that you can read, like 90% of that is a description of a person, just through my emotions (so I guess it's also a description of me, in a sense?). besides all this admiration, they also just make me feel like they like being friends with me, which is really important. I feel appreciated, and pulled into allowing myself to be there. I suppose. they're someone who I feel like I would appreciate their every word but also their silence. their every touch but also their distance. whom I'd just like to hear about their day more than anyone else's. I suppose. I guess. I think. the more I say things, the more I feel like I'm saying the wrong things, or that I should be saying more things, or that I should be giving more. but I imagine they'd be satisfied with my answer because it's what I thought of saying...? or maybe not maybe they'd super not! but that's unlikely. would YOU be satisfied with my answer, anon? that I have no clue of. but I think people here like me because of how I am, and if this is a mess, then they like my mess. if you wanted a description of appearance, sorry I'm really bad at those. but I did say beautiful in every sense, didn't I? also it's embarrassing if I describe them too much because they and everyone else who knows them can read this. oopsies. I know I'm like, the honest person who's also really romantic and loves giving compliments, but you have to understand past a certain point of being a loving mess I just start getting self conscious of how much they should be hearing. some things I should not be saying!!!!! some things I should probably keep to myself!!!! I couldn't tell you what, though!

39: My favorite ice cream flavor hm... I like most flavors equally because I like ice cream more than most things in the world... I just really want every flavor available... but neapolitan is always nice. and lime. lime is very important. lime ice cream is so... so important... my favorite ice cream type ever was those cones that came FILLED with stuff, but I've never found diet ice cream cones, so I haven't had anything like that in years. sad!

[simonalkenmayer]

Excuse me, I don't mean to come off as rude when I say this:

Your existence is very interesting to me. I came upon your blog when I was experiencing extreme anxiety and needed something to distract myself.

And yet, at the same time, it's like my brain doesn't really... process this? Doesn't really register this all as reality, even though I believe you as a real entity. I've shown your blog to my close friends, both are people I know would take my ramblings seriously, and the most curious thing happened.

Then I found you and your blog. On the same day, I ended up purchasing your book. It amazes me a bit, how easily I accepted your existence. The way you spoke and answered and described things simply solidified your "realness" in my mind.

Mind that I sent them your blog all the while I was talking about the thing that was causing my anxiety.

They saw the posts, read what I said about you and your experiences. They saw the quotes from your books.

And I guess we're similar, because they didn't immediately dismiss you as fiction or called me silly for engaging in your content. But something even more interesting happened.

They unconsciously ignored the knowledge that you exist. They clearly didn't do it on purpose, but the moment there was another topic available they just... stopped thinking about you. Or maybe tried to. Maybe our brains really aren't sure how to process such a... radical change in perspective, specially since all we have as proof of your existence are your posts and books.

I just thought this was very interesting and decided to share this with you, as you might find this interesting too.

ps: Your book is very enjoyable, as are your posts. You have a lovely way of describing events that makes me picture them very clearly, gruesome as they may be sometimes.

pps: when reading one of your recipes, one that used brains, in the book, i laughed when you wrote that we could use veal instead, but that you preferred "smart". Then I remembered that earlier on you said you rarely joked about these things and thought that. hm. Well, even though you probably didn't mean it as a joke, I still find it a bit funny.

sorry for rambling I'm still a bit anxious and tend to overexplain when I'm like this.

It is ticklish, determining if I am being literal or sardonic. Could be neither or a mix. Honestly who cares?

Your friends were humoring you out of friendship. They changed the topic because they don’t believe I’m real and wished to move on from what they took to be a strange interest of yours. It’s a perfectly reasonable reaction.

The truth is, you shouldn’t ever believe anything said on the internet until you can independently confirm it. Then again that’s true of every interaction, and yet for some reason the human brain actively attempts to dissuade itself from facts in preference to information supplied by others. No really. Humans don’t believe facts. They believe what comports with what they want. You don’t process data. You process associations. Your absorption of information is entirely dependent upon how well you like the source of it, and pardon me for saying…no one likes a people eater.

Seems obvious.

Anyway…

You shouldn’t put any stock in me. I’m utterly without merit as many have said. Thank you for purchasing the book. I’m happy you enjoy it. There may be something wrong with you.

Please be responsible with the recipes and substitute proteins. I shall not be accountable for any…unpleasantness that ensues if you don’t.

One comforting aspect to all life on this rock is the remarkable consistency with which everything is bullshit and nothing means anything.

[pumpkinnning]

leo you didn't know what you got yourself into, baby.

for the "know your ficwriter" thingy:

2; 4; 14; 15 & 16 (that's a lot i know, hehe, but i love to hear your thoughts)

ahah joke's on you i love ranting about my writing so thank you so much for humoring me <3

2 : Do you plan each chapter or do you write as you go ? I have an outline for at least a few chapters ahead, in general, with a scene list, but those often end up changing a lot as I actually write. I've never written a story without at least a little bit of an outline though, I don't like writing if I don't know where I am going, I need that flow of energy that the story gives me, if that makes sense

4 : Where do you find inspirations for new ideas ? I don't know, everywhere ? Writer is like one of the basic modes of my brain lmao so whenever any information or experience enters one of my first reactions is like, so how can I use this in a story ? And then it's constantly running scenarios and trying to fuse ideas into each other and I think that's when my stories come together - by making interesting mixes of stuff. Like a recipe or a potion lmao. There are a few big themes that come back constantly - like awe for big scary overwhelming forces of nature, loneliness, trauma, the sacred, the horrors and wonders of having a body, power, freedom, devotion, etc - and then I'm just looking for more specific lenses to explore them through. I honestly think if you're paying attention you can find ideas absolutely anywhere. That said when I'm blocked or my writing feels stale I love reading a good book or watching a cool movie because that regenerates my belief in the power of good storytelling. Or going somewhere I've never been to before.

14: how do you write emotional scenes ? Do you ever feel what the characters feel ? Do you draw from personal experiences ? Tbh for me all scenes are emotional, if there's no emotions it feels dead and there's no point in writing it. And yeah I'm very method with my writing, I need to feel it to be inspired - generally it's an enjoyable process, even for negative stuff it's cathartic. And yes, I draw a lot from personal experiences, not directly but transformed and amplified - writing is in general very therapeutic for me, even though I try to not go too far with that because it doesn't always make for the most interesting stuff to read haha.

15: How do you write smut scenes ? Do you get very visual or detailed ? How important is it to be realistic ? To me smut is a great way to get into the mindset and emotions of characters and peeling back some layers, so that's the most important thing to figure out - although sometimes it's just yeah that would be hot, does it fit the Theme lmfao. In real life it's silly to assign arbitrary meanings to particular acts but in a story it's very interesting to figure out what it symbolizes. I like writing kinky stuff as well because it makes that more explicit. In terms of details - no, not really, because honestly I think if a character's POV gets too fixated on details it means they're probably too in their heads and not really enjoying the experience so it can quickly feel artificial. I think the key is about picking the right details. But also it's just HARD to find words to describe that kind of stuff without sounding corny lmao. As for the realism, hm, as long as you can understand what everybody is doing and there's no weird impossible anatomy going on, I'm not THAT hung up on it, it's meant to be a fantasy anyway - but the best smut does tend to have some realistic moments at least because it's more human and interesting and sexy if it's not just acting out a perfect boring choreography.

16: how many fic ideas are you nurturing right now ? share one of them ? I have a shit ton of ideas but I am trying to be disciplined and not start anything until I have finished sanctuary. (except maybe a few short one shots like my solarpunk wizards AU). All sebchal for now. One I have been thinking about a lot is an absolutely insane multiverse thing with several seemingly unrelated stories that get framed in several different ways - one that happens in a decaying post apocalyptic seaside town ruled by the mob with haunted old hollywood vibes/romeo + juliet/also with illegal car racing and a bad ending ; one where Seb is a cult leader ; one where they're both women in a cyberpunk crap future where Seb is a bounty hunter and Charles is an escort and they end up teaming up against the kingpin that wants to make their lives miserable and then they leave town together ; anyway a few others i'm not sure if i'm ever going to get to it because it would be enormous but it's very fun to think about. also i really want to write a BDSM focused fic at some point. and maaaaaaybe a sanctuary sequel.

[9w1ft]

THAT'S what Hot Tamales are?? Okay. No. I don't. I've heard of them through 90's TV shows. 😅😅 I thought they were a very spicy dish (and therefore a funny way to call a hot girl ha ha ha boy humor how are you still a virgin it's a wonder). From what you're saying, I'm assuming it's similar to Big Red, which I manage to get my hands on once a decade. Hm. I'm going to check out one of those fancy natual-vegan-fair trade-eco friendly store. It's usually a good bet for infusions and teas that are out of the ordinary. (The only place besides Asian grocery stores where I can find matcha powder, over here.) Anyway, go TEAm.

ah so tamales are a food!! 🫔 you are right about that. also how it can be used in english to describe a person. there’s just also candy named after them!

yes it’s a bit like Big Red, also Red Hots!! so many memories of these sticking to my teeth

i’m not sure where you’re at but if you know a place that sells Celestial Seasonings (the place that makes Sleepytime tea), i think they have a tea called Cinnamon Apple Spice which is quite similar

i guess this is all to say that the tea i have has that candy cinnamon quality to it!

[asyouleft]

✨🐝🌸🍃🍂💒🎶🍒🎥

SARAH! I miss you. :-*

✨which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

Hm, I think I relate to Dean Winchester in a lot of ways (abandonment issues, self loathing) and also Charlie Spring (eating disorder history, anxiety, thinking I'm a burden to everyone whose ever talked to me lmao). I wish they could be happier characters, tbh. Oh and Rodney McKay, the whole humor to hide self loathing and sometimes being looked at as someone whose a bit prickly or mean. Boy do I know how to pick characters, don't I?

🐝describe your aesthetic in emojis

I don't honestly think I have an aesthetic? lol I've never been able to answer this question. I just like things? Maybe just books and rain, lmao. 📚☔

🌸what is your favorite flower?

I do like sunflowers a lot!

🍃would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with fairies?

Sea with mermaids! I love the water, I'd have fun. But I mean like if I was a mermaid too. If I wasn't then I'd drown lmao

🍂what’s your middle name?

Colleen! I have a very Irish name, Megan Colleen :D

💒which show would you want to live in?

Doctor Who. I would do whatever it took to be a companion lol Like, I will find that TARDIS or I will be ~mysterious~ or whatever. Just let me go on adventures, please!

🎶 favorite song right now?

I've been listening to Billie Eilish new album a lot lately and I really like The Greatest.

🍒how do you act when you have a crush?

Like an idiot! I usually just act like a lost puppy and always try to be around the person. I have no idea how people don't know immediately because I am not good at it. On the flip side, I apparently have no idea if someone's crushing on me (or in one case, taking me on dates lmao).

🎥what show are you currently binging on?

Joe and I just finished Taskmaster NZ! And I just finished Traitors NZ as well. I think I'm going to fall back on some old school Survivor!

[lollytea]

Hunter realising that he Has crush on willow and ignoring those feelings as much as he can, but at the same time he s doing a research and when searching for solution he finds a "scientific" book about love where crushes are described as something that goes away with time, sometimes faster while getting to know that person since people s imaginary view on crushed peron is shattered! And as much as Hunter doubts that willow couldn t be as awesome as he thinks she is he Has no better ideas. And so Hunter begins to try to spend as much time as he can with willow which only backfires.

//but at the same time i like to imagine he d quite enjoy experiencing having a crush, sure it s troublesome, but at the same time it brings him so much joy. Since willow is very encouraging and appreciating.

Now THIS a fic prompt right here.

I figure that it might not even occur to Hunter to research it. Cuz like. If this kid actually bothered to open a book and attempt to understood his own emotions, he'd be like 40% less mentally unwell. He's constantly feeling things he doesn't understand and he tends to just go with it.

That being said, still love the idea of him subconsciously going "Hm. I'm not going to think about this. Its a little too much for me to handle." Absolute King of denial. But if he actually does stumble upon a book on love, he's like "Hm. Let's just skim through this. Just to humor myself." Like bro nobody is here but the bird, you don't have to play it casual.

Also do you KNOW the kind of fucking endorphins you unlocked in my brain with that last bit. Hunter genuinely enjoying his crush on Willow? My fucking GOD I will think about this for weeks. Idk it's made something click for me. I love him panicking and being near heart attacks because of his crush but this is SO GOOD.

Like he's very much freaked out and overwhelmed by how strongly he's feeling everything. It's not a cautious emotion in the slightest so he is AFRAID. So he's constantly trying to convince himself "the happier you are around her, the worse it's getting. Remember this, dumbass. This is a very dangerous kind of happiness."

But like. As soon as she's in his peripheral, head empty. Head fucking empty. He has a very hard time reminding himself that being so happy is a bad thing. He gets fucking lost in the sauce. Because she's giving him attention!!! She's smiling at him!!!! She even touched his cheek for a second!!!! He gets so giddy that his hands shake. He's so excited that he can barely even talk, just grins until his cheeks hurt. His happiness is the restless fizzling kind that he's never experienced before but he's surrendered to it. She compliments him and he almost explodes. It is literally TERRIFYING for him and yet its thrilling. He's never been so scared, he's never felt such a rush sitting next to somebody.

This is the good shit. Hunter not knowing what to do with himself but unable to stop smiling stupidly. Quality content.

[crimsonfic]

Giyu Tomioka Fanfiction - Transparent Heart

Gifted Y/N

10 Chapters

Subjects: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Mature language, Suggestive language, Blood, Gore, Death, Humor, Violence, Pain

Chapter Six

6.6k Words

Chapter Includes: Suggestive Language, Smut (small, mini, short smut 😂) Fluff

As hard as you tried to go to sleep you couldn't. It's like you drifted out of consciousness but never slept.

You couldn't guess the amount of the time that passed since saying goodnight but it probably wasn't long.

"Why won't you sleep?" Giyu's soft voice spoke from beside you.

"I don't know." You answered sheepishly. To be honest there was still something going on with your body that you couldn't control. Being close to Giyu this way was probably just too exciting.

"Try harder."

You turned your head to face him hearing the playful lilt to his tone.

"Okay well, first I need to get comfortable." You smiled.

"Okay."

You turned your whole body to face him. Now your head was level with his neck. Your face was only centimeters away from him and your breath tickled him. Enough that it made him tense up slightly.

"A-are you comfortable now?"

Smiling you didn't immediately answer, instead you snuggled into him. Nestling your head into his neck, beneath his chin.

"I am now."

"Ok." He whispered.

Giyu honestly was doing his best to relax, but your ticklish exhales against his neck was having multiple effects on him. His hand, still held between both of yours, was now squished upon what could only be your breast given the soft, squishy, buoyancy he felt.

He could only hope you would fall asleep now. That way he could pull his hand away without making you feel as if he didn't want to hold your hand.

You stayed silent for so long, your breaths were even and shallow so Giyu assumed you were falling into a slumber.

He very slightly pulled his hand away from you but you squeezed it tighter.

"No." You said quietly.

He smiled lightly. "I'm sorry."

He really didn't want to let go of your hand but he was feeling a little improper about how aware he was that he was touching your breast.

"Why are you trying to leave me?"

"I'm not. I'm sorry."

"Hm." You said quietly as you pulled his hand tighter into your chest.

He must've thought you were falling asleep, but really you were just trying to figure out if you should ask him if he was feeling the same way you were.

There was a feeling that was really bothering you, that you've never felt before, and you really had no idea what to think about it. You felt something similar the first time you kissed the day before yesterday, but right now it was so intense it made it difficult for you to sit still, which was why you were doing your very best to be completely still. You didn't know what it meant.

"Giyu?" You asked quietly, pushing past the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

"Yes?" He answered just as quietly.

"I feel....something. And I was wondering if you feel it too?"

"Something like what?"

"I don't know how to describe it. But...maybe I can show you?"

"Like with your thoughts?"

"Kind of....but I'm going to try to make you feel how I do."

"Okay."

"Really?" You asked

"Yeah. Go on." He lightly squeezed your hand, signaling for you to start when you're ready.

You tried to focus on the feeling you had in your gut, letting it be all you could think about, imagining that you wanted Giyu to be able to feel it too.

It didn't take long for Giyu to understand, your feelings instantly overwhelming his body.

He took a sharp breath in.

"Are you okay?" You asked lifting your head slightly.

"Mhm." Giyu mumbled.

"Do you...know what it is?"

There was a few beats of silence before he answered. "Yeah."

"What is it? What does it mean?"

Sighing, Giyu tried to find the right words to describe it. Although it was new for you, you should be able to put two and two together with simple prompts.

"When we....like someone...or find them attractive......we want to.....touch them, but sometimes we want them to......touch us...too." Giyu cringed internally. There had to be a better way to describe what you were feeling without sounding so weird.

"Right. Which is why I won't let you go. But why won't it stop?"

He couldn't say because that's not how you wanted to be touched, that would be presumptuous and gross. So what could he say?

"Sometimes the feeling doesn't go away unless certain spots are touched.

"Oh okay." You nodded like it was so simple.

Giyu sighed again. "Y/N."

"Yeah?"

Giyu couldn't believe you've never touched yourself. Well, he could but it was just blowing his mind right now. The fact that you've only felt this way because of him though, was driving away the little reason and resolve he had left.

It's only been two days since you've established your feelings for one another. He couldn't touch you already. Right? That's moving too fast right? He shouldn't.

He didn't know what to think.

He didn't know what to do.

Your state of being pouring into him though was making it harder for him. He wanted to help you. So badly.

"If I help you, it would change our relationship."

Your eyes widened briefly. "Like in a bad way?"

I hope not, Giyu thought.

"It wouldn't make things inherently good or bad, just....different. I-I really don't know how else to describe it."

After giving it some thought, and wallowing in that overwhelming feeling in your gut you decided it couldn't be bad. It only started after you kissed, it was because of Giyu. It couldn't be bad if it had to do with him.

"Okay. Can you help?" You asked.

Giyu's throat instantly dried, he was unable to speak without first clearing his throat.

"I-I can." He croaked eventually.

"Thank you." You smiled. He could hear it in your voice.

"Yeah." He said so low you almost missed it.

He shifted back ever so slightly. "My hand." He spoke quietly.

You let him go, a bit sheepishly. He didn't immediately pull it away, instead he used his hand to gently lift your head up to him, his thumb resting lightly on your chin.

When your eyes met he spoke "you tell me to stop if you don't like what I'm doing." He told you.

"Okay." You whispered. Your eyes dropping to his pouty lips. He noticed this so he kissed you. His soft lips pressing against yours so gently. You didn't have time to deepen it the way you wanted to because just as quickly as he kissed you, he pulled back.

"Turn around." He told you quietly.

For some reason that feeling spiked, and you felt a tingle run down your back. You listened though, turning over until your back was against his chest.

Laying quiet, you waited for what he would tell you next.

"Do you trust me?"

"I do."

Giyu nodded to himself internally. He used your response as his cue and permission to start touching you. He placed his finger very lightly against the top of your throat. A second later, he slowly dragged his fingertip down your neck. It slightly tickled, but in a more bearable way. It was enough to make you squirm slightly.

He paused at the base of your throat before gliding his finger down to where your breast sat squished together from laying on your side. Slowly he opened his palm and slid it down until it covered your breast. Your mouth was slightly ajar in both surprise and bliss. He squeezed it lightly before adjusting his grip so that he could get a more firm grip on you.

A small gasp left your lips at the action. Warmth spread throughout your body as his large hand moved to the other, gathering your mound in his palm before giving it a firm squeeze as well.

Next he let his large hand glide down your belly, the feeling in your gut growing stronger. From your abdomen, he slid his hand over to your hip, before gliding down your thigh. When he gripped your leg, pulling it up a little whimper left your mouth.

His lips pressed just below your earlobe immediately after. He caressed your thigh with his fingertips. Running them up to your knee then back down to your hip. He alternated between his fingertips and his palms. When he brought his palm back to your hip, he roamed around to your butt. He rubbed in wide circles before squeezing it in his palm.

A small cry between a moan and yelp of surprise left your mouth.

He continued running his hand all across the parts of you he could reach, your thighs, your butt, your stomach, your breast, your neck, gently squeezing from time to time. His touches were both working you up and satisfying your desire to be touched.

When he grabbed your hand you were both surprised and intrigued, wondering what he was going to do next. He pulled your hand up to his lips and kissed each finger tip. Then, he brought your hand down between your legs, his large hand covering yours.

When he pressed his and your middle finger to your bud you gasped, slightly jumping from how good it felt simply to touch it. He slowly moved your fingers simultaneously in a slow circular motion.

"Giyu..." you tried to speak but it was so breathy and whiny, you were struggling to catch your breath.

You were driving Giyu insane. Your voice, your body, how wet you were already.

He didn't mean to scoot closer to you, he didn't mean to press against you. Really. He had much better resolve than that. Or so he thought.

He sped up the movement of your fingers working against you.

"Giyu...ah..I-I...reall-y like....mm."

Giyu laughed quietly at you trying to talk. Trying to encourage him.

Slowing down the tempo again, he kissed your shoulder.

You were trying to hold yourself still, but what Giyu was doing had your hips moving and twisting on their own, it's like you had no control over how your body was reacting to the pleasure.

When he slid your fingers further down you brought your leg down as the pleasure intensified.

"Giyuuu." You whined.

His leg came between yours, pushing it back up so he could continue with no restraints.

Next he started to move your fingers in an up and down motion, sliding from the top of your clit down to bottom, stopping right at your entrance.

"F-fuck." You mumbled as your breath started to hitch. The pleasure had increased exponentially. "Giyu...I...oh-" you couldn't say anything else as it felt like an imaginary firework went off inside you.

Your body trembled and you threw your head back and clutched Giyu's arm with your free hand.

You didn't let him go until the feeling began to go away.

"You alright?" Giyu asked once you let him go, and pulled your hand away.

You didn't answer as you turned around to face him. His eyes searched yours as soon as they landed on him. When you smiled at him, he returned it in relief.

He opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off by kissing him. Immediately deepening it. The intimacy of your tongues colliding with each other was like a sensual dance. It was making you hot. It was bringing that feeling back to your gut.

You pressed yourself further into him and broke the kiss in surprise when you felt something hard against your leg.

"Sorry" Giyu said sheepishly.

"For what?" You asked reaching down to grab it.

Giyu was quicker than you though, and stopped you. "Hold on. I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?"

"Might be too much for one night."

You frowned at him. "Let me touch you back."

He laughed a little before resting his forehead against yours.

"I will soon but not tonight."

You did your best not to smack your lips in irritation. "Giyu, please. I really want to."

"Want to what?" Giyu tested you. You probably couldn't even tell him what you wanted, and he would use that as his proof of why you weren't ready.

"Touch you and have you inside of me."

You laughed at the wide eyed, slack jawed expression on his face.

"You-"

"Yes, I know what sex is. I know it requires you to be inside of me, I just didn't know my body would tell me that's what I wanted. Now that I know, come on."

"Please." You added sweetly.

Shit, shit, shit. Giyu thought to himself. He might not be strong enough to hold out if you keep saying please like that.

"I don't know." He answered.

Taking what you learned from Giyu already you brought your hand up to his neck, letting your fingertips glide down. Stopping at his chest, where you then let your fingers and palm spread out to lay flat on him.

"Please?" You asked again. Not giving him a chance to answer before you brought your hand down and over his abdomen, before going back up again, making sure to push his robe to the side.

He didn't respond as he was distracted by the look on your face. For someone who's never had sex before and never gotten intimate, you were pretty damn good at seduction. The way your eyes smoldered with pure wanton energy, the way your voice changed ever so slightly, sounding sultry.

Your hand untied the knot on his robe, before laying directly on top of his abs. This distracted you from your ministrations momentarily. You were finally getting to see his body up close. He was physically stunning. Strong. You were practically drooling looking at him.

Giyu didn't miss the way you were checking him out either. He wanted to lay back and let you admire him, if that's what you wanted. It made him feel good to be desired.

"Giyu. You look....wow. I-I can't even concentrate." You told him.

"Stop." He rolled his eyes, but he was definitely blushing and feeling warm inside.

"I'm serious." You chuckled lightly, almost mystified.

He didn't respond with words, he lifted your chin up to him again and kissed you as soon as your lips were in his reach. The way he was kissing you took your breath away. You were getting lightheaded.

Why is he so good at kissing? You thought to yourself.

You would kiss him forever if you could. It was so passionate yet so soft.

When he pulled away, you realized you won.

"It hurts the first time." He whispered to you.

"Okay." You answered just as softly.

"I don't...I don't want to hurt you."

"Giyu...." You said before pecking his lips.

"Yeah?"

"I really want you. And I want to experience this with you." You kissed him once more. "Plus I might die if you don't do this with me." You added.

The laugh he let out was quick and surprised. It made you smile wide. He probably didn't even know the effect his laughter had on you.

Shaking his head he responded. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make it so easy to fall in love with you?"

Okay. Now that's cute.

You shrugged your shoulders playing coy as you fought to keep your smile from growing.

Giyu smiled before kissing your forehead. "Let's agree to something first okay?"

"Okay?" You answered.

"If it hurts too much, tell me please. We can stop and try again some other time."

You frowned but nodded.

"You promise you'll tell me?"

"I promise."

"Okay." He nodded. "Is there anything you want to establish?"

You thought for a while. There was almost nothing you could think of except one thing.

"Can I leave my robe on?"

"Of course you can."

You nodded. "Okay. That's it."

"You sure?"

"Yes"

"Okay." Giyu nodded. "May I touch you?"

Rolling your eyes you smiled. "Yes Prince Charming."

"Ha....ha.." he replied sarcastically. This contrasted the way he pulled your leg over him. He wasted no time in running his hand up the back of your thigh to your butt, lightly squeezing it.

You were so responsive and Giyu loved it. You whimpered and pushed your chest forward into him, already eager for more touches.

Damn, he thought as he felt his member pulsate heavily at the sound of your whimper. He squeezed again, wanting to hear that sweet sound come from you just one more time. It was like music to his ears.

Just a few seconds later he pulled you flush against him. Your exposed core quickly warming up his cloth covered member. When you felt him against you you gasped. Was it supposed to feel this good already? He was hard beneath you, and as he pulled you closer, you could feel the definition of his penis through the thin fabric of his shorts.

His strong hands rocked you against him.

"Mm!" Came your quick moan. You instantly begin rotating your hips on your own, catching that friction and never wanting it to stop. This felt so much different than your fingers.

Giyu smiled to himself at your actions. It reminded him of how you were the first time you kissed. Then, you didn't know what you wanted, now you do. It was insanely attractive and sexy the way you were grinding down on him. Your juices soaking through the fabric, showing just how good he was making you feel.

He let you work yourself up on him, only lightly squeezing your ass, kissing your lips, and pressing into you every so often. When he could tell you were about to snap he moved so that now he was hovering over you.

You were about to protest but when you saw him free himself from his shorts you realized he was about to give you what you've been asking for. Eyeing his penis you think that it must be perfect. It had to be because you felt more moisture accumulate between your legs.

"Wow." You whispered.

If Giyu wasn't so nervous he might've told you to stop. He slightly tensed up when you reached down to grab it. All that tension however went out the window the second you encased him in your hand.

The faintest, tiniest, moan came from his throat, instantly making you raise your eyes to his. Now you knew what he meant when he told you he liked how you sound the other day.

"Fuck Giyu." You mumbled, speaking through the chill that ran down your back. You've probably never used so many expletives in one day until now.

Between his chiseled torso, his voice, his dick, his face, you don't know know what made you drool more. He was so handsome, and so was everything else about him.

You were lucky.

"Remind me to thank you for almost killing me." You mumbled.

"What?" Giyu responded in his normal voice, sitting back, his dick slipping from your hands.

"Nothing. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that out loud." You rushed out, slightly embarrassed that you were so stupid that you joked when you were about to have sex for the first time.

He gave you a look before it turned into his regular stoic expression.

"That's not.....I....you shouldn't....." he sighed deeply as he couldn't find the right words.

"I'm sorry Giyu."

Giyu was sorry too. He feels sick to his stomach when he remembers that night. He regrets what he did and hasn't forgiven himself for it. He doesn't think he ever will.

Sitting up you reached for his hands. "Did I ruin everything?"

"No." He answered.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that wasn't true. His whole demeanor changed. And it's your fault. Of course you ruined everything.

He adjusted his clothing, and then retied his robe.

The almost sorrowful look in his eyes made your mouth fall open in surprise.

"Giyuuu!" You whined as you wrapped your arms around him and pushed all your weight on top of him.

Kissing his face all over you apologized over and over again. After a minute of you not even slowing down Giyu hugged you. "I'm fine." You would probably never stop if he didn't give you a reason to.

"Let's go to sleep okay?" He said a few seconds after.

You really didn't want to. You were too excited to be with him. However, it was apparent he was no longer in the mood.

"Okay." You nodded as you climbed off of him. You moved back to your space, and laid down on your side. Just a few seconds later Giyu laid down behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist immediately.

It made you feel a little bit better that he was willing to be close and intimate with you, but you still felt bad.

"Goodnight y/n."

"Goodnight."

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You woke up feeling restless. You didn't sleep well through the night because you kept waking up. There was a nagging feeling buried deep in the back of your mind but you had no idea what it meant yet. Giyu wasn't in bed with you so you got up. You went into the bathroom first then set on your way out the room. When you opened the door you were surprised to hear the kids so clearly. It was silent just on the other side.

You followed their voices to the living room, and walked in to them bickering about something.

"Greenie, who's funnier? And be honest." Ichiro said gesturing between all of them.

"Hmm." You started. Letting your eyes roam over all of them you thought about their mannerisms and the type of jokes they tell. "Emiko." You answered.

"Yaaay!" She clapped for herself and you joined her too.

"You should've saw that coming." Kylo responded.

"Why? She doesn't care about our feelings I thought she'd tell the truth."

A strangled noise left your throat. "Excuse me, I take offense to that."

He shrugged before smirking mischievously. "Well, what can you do?" He said matter of factly.

Rolling your eyes you sat down on the floor beside Rainbow. "Where's Giyu?"

"He left, he said he'll be back later but he had something important to tend to."

"Oh okay. Did you eat?"

"Yes, Mr. Charming fed us." Princess replied.

"Oh good, that was nice of him."

"Yeah, he left some for you in the dining room." Rainbow said.

That was very nice of him. He was so thoughtful.

"Okay, well when I'm done, we're going to get ready to go okay?"

"Aww!" Princess whined.

The others didn't protest but you could see the disappointment on their faces.

"We aren't going to wait to say goodbye to Giyu?" Rainbow asked.

Well, they had you there.

"Oh, I mean....yeah, we can wait. We probably should right? It might be rude to just leave."

"You think?" Ichiro said.

You gave him a stink eye before waving him off. "Anyway, bye." You said to them before turning to go to the dining room. It was a no brainer that they followed you however.

You were all outside when Giyu arrived back home. You were watching the kids play around the small pond when he found you all.

"Hey Mr. Giyu!" Ichiro said excitedly.

Giyu waved back, to all of them as they offered their own greetings to him as well.

"Hey." Giyu said as he walked closer to you.

Standing from the bench you replied. "Hey, everything okay?"

"Yeah. Just a corp meeting. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah I did." You nodded.

"Good. I'm sorry I had to leave."

"It's okay. I understand you're a busy guy."

"Not really."

You rolled your eyes at him playfully, before changing the subject.

"We're going to get going. We wanted to make sure we saw you before we left."

"Oh." Was his only response. His eyes leaving yours to find something else to focus on.

"Yeah. Hopefully we'll see you soon?" You cocked your head to the side taking in his side profile.

"Yes, of course." His eyes flicking to you quickly before leaving again.

Before leaving you ensured the kids cleaned up the rooms they slept in. They ended up leaving the things Giyu bought for them, insisting they wanted them to be there when they came back.

The prospect of visiting Giyu often, and spending nights together made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

When you hugged goodbye you did your best not to linger too long, not wanting to let him go but not wanting the kids to tease you. Giyu sensed your hesitation so he was sure not to let his feelings over come him either.

You were pretty close to home when Princess let it be known she noticed your weird interaction.

"How come you and Mr. Giyu didn't kiss goodbye?"

Before you could even answer Ichiro let out an obnoxious snort.

"Huh?" You asked stupidly.

"Why didn't you kiss? Is it because we were there?" She asked.

Flabbergasted might be an understatement to describe how you felt. Could they tell you and Giyu like eachother?

"You're together aren't you?" Rainbow chimed in.

"Huh?" Came your stupid reply, once again.

"It's so obvious! Stop saying huh, we're not babies." Ichiro chastised.

You were frowning now. He was definitely a grumpy old man in a young boy's body.

"My parents kissed all the time. It's nothing we've never seen before. We know it's what people in love do to say 'I love you' or 'see you later'." Kylo said with a half shrug.

You were still befuddled about being questioned about your very new love life.

They remained silent for a few long, slow, seconds to see if you would respond.

"Well, I think she's embarrassed." Ichiro said raising his arms up in a "welp" gesture.

"I'm not. I just.....don't know what to say." You finally answered.

"Oh okay." Rainbow nodded as she adjusted Emiko on her back.

"Well, I for one knew he was your Prince Charming the day he helped Ky and bought you flowers. You could see it in his eyes." Princess said.

"Is that why you suggested Charming as his nickname?" Rainbow asked her with a laugh.

"Yep." Her answer was matter of fact.

"Yeah I'm definitely still not going to call him that." Kylo answered.

"Me either." Ichiro said.

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Your were tucking Princess in when that feeling that's been in the back of your mind all day suddenly grew stronger, giving you an instant headache.

Groaning in pain, you winced as the headache throbbed.

"What's wrong? Are you hurting?" She asked concerned searching your face and immediately sitting up.

"Yeah, it's just a headache though, I'll be okay."

"Oh." Seemingly relaxing some she laid back down. "You should go straight to bed."

You bit your lip to fight back another groan at your steadily increasing pain. "Yeah. I think I will."

"I hope you feel better." Rainbow spoke up from her bed.

"Thanks guys. Goodnight. I'll see you in the morning."

They shared their goodbyes before you left the room, closing the door quickly feeling the need to lay down. This was the worst pain you've ever felt from a headache.

In your room, you crawled into bed, pulling the covers tightly around you as you prepared yourself to suffer for a while until you fell asleep.

When you closed your eyes it felt like the room was spinning and like you were going to be sick.

It was going to be a rough night for you and you hadn't even had time to figure out what that feeling was.

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Giyu's POV

Very loud and rapid knocks sounded on my door while I was in the kitchen preparing for dinner. I did my best not to groan at being disturbed. I could only hope it wasn't Tengen, not in the mood for hosting guest. Maybe it was a neighbor needing help. Something I could solve quickly I hope.

When I opened the door my heart leapt to my throat in a way it hadn't in a very long time.

"Mr. Giyu, I'm sorry for coming unannounced but we don't know anyone else and I don't know what else to do." He swallowed thickly, doing his best to keep his emotions at bay.

"What happened?" I asked

"Y/N hasn't been home. Is she here?" Ichiro asked in a voice masked with calm but I could tell he was seconds away from losing it.

"She's not here. Are you saying that she left without telling you?"

Immediately Princess who's eyes were wide, but remained silent the whole time, broke out into hysterics. A sorrowful cry left her lips as her shoulders began to shake and tears fell down her face.

I could see that Kylo was clenching his teeth to keep himself together.

Rainbow who was holding Emiko began soft "No's" to herself. She was probably seconds away from losing it too.

"Come in." I said quickly, stepping to the side to allow them room to enter. "Tell me what happened."

I spoke after closing the door.

"I don't know what happened but, when we left here she tucked us in that night, everything was fine. But in the morning she never came out her room-"

"She wasn't feeling well the night before, so we made breakfast ourselves and I brought some up to her but she wasn't in there." Rainbow interjected quietly but loud enough for me to hear through Princess's cries.

"I went and looked outside because maybe she was working. But she wasn't, so we left it alone, thinking maybe she went fishing. We aren't allowed to go into the woods to get her, so, we just waited for her. But when nighttime came, she didn't come back." Kylo finished.

I stood quietly waiting for him to continue. I didn't allow my mind to wander as I waited for the rest of the details. I couldn't allow myself any illusions if I were to find her.

"We went to bed that night......and when we woke up.....she wasn't there....again. So we waited. But then I thought we should come here........in case something bad happened. I.......I think she would want me to get help, and you're the only person we know." He finished. His eyes were hopeful as he looked at me.

Before speaking I looked over to my open door in the living room for my kusagai crow. I could see that he was there. I didn't have to say anything before he flew away. 

"Has she ever left without telling you before?" I asked him.

"No never."

"What was wrong with her before? You said she wasn't well." I spoke to Rainbow.

"She had a really really bad headache."

I didn't like the sound of that. Knowing y/n had abilities of the mind made me think it wasn't a normal headache if she left the kids all alone right after. Something deeper had to be going on. Something strange was going on, that was obvious. What could it be though?

I didn't know what to think. Whatever happened though, she had to be fine.

Right?

'You couldn't die. You wouldn't. You wouldn't leave them. You literally would never. I had nothing to worry about. You would be fine. You were fine. You will be back. I won't even need to find you' were all the things I told myself.

"Okay. I'll find her." I told them.

Kylo and Ichiro looked relieved but Rainbow's face fell, her grip on Emiko loosening.

"I-I....." she sniffled, trying to hold back tears. "Please don't leave us alone." She pleaded with me.

Princess who's cries we've been talking through fell to the floor. Her cries reaching a new peak. I began to worry for her.

"We'll be fine. Don't worry about us." Kylo said before stepping over to Princess and sitting down with her on the floor. He rubbed her back trying to calm her.

As I stood in the foyer with y/n's family, I found myself lost on what to do. They were here for my help in locating her. This was the right thing to do, because I could find her. However, the more I watched them fall apart, and try to put themselves back together again, something inside of me told me not to leave them. Something told me y/n wouldn't want me to leave them like this.

"Did....did you eat today?" I asked them.

"N-no." Ichiro answered a bit of surprise in his tone, as if he just noticed for the first time he hadn't eaten.

"I was making dinner, so I'll finish up. We'll eat then we can talk some more. Make yourselves at home." I told them before walking away into the kitchen.

Seeing the fearful looks in their eyes were all too familiar. The older ones were doing well keeping themselves controlled. Princess was still young so it's to be expected that she would respond this way. Emiko, she was observant. You could tell that while she may not grasp the severity of the situation, she knew something was wrong, your missing presence obviously noticeable, but there was something about the way that she remained quiet that told me she was just slowly taking everything in.

I focused on moving quickly to get dinner finished. Thoughts of y/n occupied my mind. I wanted to find her and hold her close and keep her safe with me. But I also want to do what would make her happy. She'd never forgive me if I didn't place their needs before my own right now. My need to find her doesn't outweigh their safety and well-being.

But that's okay. After I feed them and make sure they're okay, I can focus all my attention on her.

I have so much faith in her ability to keep herself alive, but for some reason, my heart wanted to break. It was shaking in my chest right now. I needed to know for sure she was alive to be comfortable.

When I finished, the kids were already in the dining room, sitting silently around the table. Princess was quiet too except for her occasional sniffling. After I sat the food down in front of them I took my seat.

I noticed as time went by they were picking over the food.

"Eat your food." I told them. I understood that stress could make you lose your appetite but I know that it doesn't help to not take care of your body in moments like these.

"Please" I added a few seconds later, realizing that's how y/n would've said it.

Surprisingly they listened to me. No longer pushing and poking at their food. I remained silent as they ate. Thinking about where y/n could be. It was no good as she could be literally anywhere. I may need to ask for help finding her. It's already been two days so that's too much time lost already and I couldn't afford to waste anymore.

I was formulating a plan when I noticed they were finished eating. I stood quickly and gathered the remaining dishes before heading to the kitchen. I didn't have time to worry about cleaning them so I just left them.

When I turned back around I nearly stepped on Emiko who was standing directly in front of me now.

Her hands raised up to me.

We stared at each other for a few moments. Neither of us moving an inch from our positions.

"Up, up please." She said, her little eyebrows furrowing.

"Ask Ichiro." I told her, pointing forward to the dining room.

"No. Giyu."

My eyes widened hearing her say my name correctly and clear enough to understand.

Did she come to me purposely?

"Up please." She said once more.

Sighing, I bent down to pick her up. As soon as she was close enough she laid her head on my shoulder, and tucked her arms between us. She didn't offer any assistance in holding herself up at all. I had to hold one hand against her back to ensure she wouldn't fall.

Walking back into the dining room, I told the kids what we were going to do next.

"I need you to get your shoes on, we have to leave quickly." I said to them.

Without a word they followed me to the foyer. Ichiro put Emiko's on for her and then tried to take her.

"No, no!" She whined loudly.

"Come on Miko, Mr. Giyu can't hold you right now."

"No, no." She cried wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.

He sighed deeply.

"It's fine. I'll carry her. You guys ready?" I spoke.

They nodded their heads.

"Kylo, my sword." I nodded my head to where it was sitting on the table near the door. "I need you to carry it."

He grabbed it carefully.

"Are we helping you look for Greenie?" Rainbow asked.

"No. You're going somewhere safe while I look for her." I answered as I lead them outside. "We need to be quick so try to keep up." I warned as we stepped outside the gate. The sun would set in maybe 40 minutes, but we had to get to the butterfly mansion. I didn't plan on leaving them there long but I didn't want to just spring all 5 of them on Urokodaki without talking to him first. I knew they would be safe and that there should be enough space for them at the Butterfly mansion.

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"Hello Mr. Tomioka, what can I do for?" Aoi asked after answering the door, eyeing the kids curiously before looking back at me.

"Hi, is Shinobu here?"

"She is."

"Okay. Tell her I have a favor to ask of her, because I can't stay and talk. It's really important. I need to leave them here while I go find their.......um...guardian."

"Oh no, was it demon related?" Aoi asked.

"Hope not." I turned to Kylo and swapped with him Emiko who was now sleeping, for my sword. "I'll be back, but if someone named Sakonji Urokodaki comes by, to take you back home it's safe to go with him. He's a friend."

"If he comes to take us back, does that mean you'll still be searching?" Ichiro asked.

"Yes."

He nodded his head. "Okay. Be careful Mr. Giyu."

"Okay."

"Please find her." Princess rasped. Her voice almost lost from all the crying she's done.

"I will."

Rainbow grabbed my sleeve before I could turn.

"Mr. Giyu please. Please be careful. And come back. We can't....lose b-both of you."

It takes a lot to surprise me, or at least it use to, before I met them, but I found myself shocked by her words. That's when I felt that almost foreign tug on my heart. I didn't feel it too often.

Lowering myself just a bit to look her directly in her eyes I answered "You won't lose either of us. Okay?"

She nodded her head as tears sprung to her eyes.

I knew better than to make promises, but I couldn't stand the thought of her worrying about me, and I couldn't stand to worry that y/n wasn't okay.

"I'll see you soon, okay?" I spoke to all of them.

Getting nods and okays in response, I left.

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I had spent 3 hours looking for y/n, trying to track her in anyway when my crow finally had a message for me.

"Y/N HAS BEEN FOUND. SERPENT HASHIRA FOUND Y/N. HE'S ENGAGED IN BATTLE. FOLLOW ME."

I quickly changed my direction and followed. I wouldn't be able to thank him enough for finding her for me. I hope she was okay.

Please be okay.

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[thebrokengate]

How do you think it’s possible that m!levens haven’t noticed that Mike didn’t mention WHAT he “loved” about El? He just claimed he did, but why? What traits draw him towards her? Looks? Humor? Common interests? Apparently not. Also why don’t they see how sexless they are together? A 15 year old dude would atleast be trying to touch something. Thighs, knees, hip, waist, accidental ass brush, hugging hard to be pressed against breasts, or even playing with her hair. Mike’s more flirty with Will!

Probably because they were too busy looking for the surface level "I love you" to prove M*lev*n as endgame more than anything else. As long as they had that, most of them were happy, no matter how cheesy, Disney-fied, and cliche the monologue sounded. For them, that sold it. Even though he had to be prompted to say it. Even though there were so many contradictions. Even though certain things went against already established canon. Those things didn't matter as long as they got the "I love you", and some of them refuse to look deeper than that surface level regardless of how off the monologue sounded. When you get something that seemingly confirms your ship, 9 times out of 10, you won't want to look deeper just in case there's something that goes against it. Those things should have been taken into account that he can't describe anything he loves about her except her powers, and by that I mean literally him going "I love you with your powers, I love you without your powers" and then immediately turning around and telling her "you can fly, you can move mountains" and calling her his superhero. But they elect to ignore that because they got the "I love you", so to them, it must be true, and they'll hang onto that no matter what.

And also, while "sexless" isn't the term I'm most comfortable with in regards to 15 year olds, you are correct, especially after the way they were in season 3, making out all the time. If anything, the relationship is 70/30 (just like Mike's flowers) where El's input into the relationship was always heads above Mike's input (just look at her Mike shrine for instance, vs. how he has nothing of her and even crumples up and throws away her love letters.. but has his basement full of Will's drawings and a giant binder full of them, too.. hm). They don't even flirt verbally, like the clearly flirty conversation that was going on between Mike and Will in Will's bedroom in season 4 episode 4 (that script, wow!). But, I would also argue that this series isn't the biggest on those aspects of physical intimacy either at least with the kids, and it gets really weird really fast when they do overdo it like with Mike and El in the beginning of season 3. I remember watching those makeout scenes the for the first time and feeling so incredibly awkward about it. I don't even have kids, but the show definitely put me in the perspective of feeling like I did and I had just walked in on them, which was probably intentional (I know @kaypeace21 made a post about it a long time ago). For reference, comparing Mike and El's relationship to Max and Lucas's, Max and Lucas's physical intimacy happens very few and far between. The only kiss we ever got between them was at the SnowBall in season 2. They've held hands a few times. But physical intimacy was never a big thing between them, and as Lucas's actor, Caleb, stated.. it's more because their relationship is based in friendship. They have things they like doing together, like going to the movies, and they have a greater understanding of each other. They actually talk, and they don't have to put up a front for each other. They don't have to pretend to be someone else to make their relationship work. Mike and El, however.. they're never themselves with each other, they don't talk, they lie to each other, they're never on the same page, they don't share common interests, and because of all this, their relationship crashes and burns every time they've tried to make it work. They just don't know each other - not their real selves. El is just now growing and maturing and becoming her own person with and without her powers, trying to stand on her own, but Mike has stayed the same at hero worship and idolization. He only tells El he loves her because he thinks that's what she wants to hear, he was prompted by Will to speak to her to save her, moved by feelings that weren't even hers but Will's, but he couldn't name anything of her personality that he loved because he doesn't know her as a person. Their whole relationship.. it's not love, it's codependency.

[hungerpunch]

listened to valtteri's new ep of beyond the grid and jotted down some transcriptions/my own reactions ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

-"he's also got a great sense of humor" -- thank you tom for acknowledging it!!!! it's so underappreciated

-"i'm a really honest man" :weep:

-"there is actually plenty of cool stuff to do" outside of formula 1 and "it's nice to know there will be plenty of joy in life" when it's time for him to leave ;-; yes bb yes

-"don't be modest, how good are you on the bike now?" "i think i'm quite okay" SKJDFLKDSJF but actually fascinating listening to him talk about how he can't train like a pro cyclist because the endurance training would siphon away from his reaction times and speed etc. hm hm very inchresting

-HIM PUTTING HIS SERIOUS FACE ON FOR COFFEE TALK "because it's an important thing" and he wants to encourage people to drink coffee from good sources wahh

-he literally has it down to the milligram of how much coffee he will drink and exactly how long before a race he'll have it i love him your honor i love a meticulous man

-when asked to describe how his favorite cup of coffee tastes on the palette: "it's almost like a tiny bit fruity, really smooth, low in acidity, maybe hint of caramel and milk chocolate."

-the entire bit of them talking about 2018 russian grand prix [screaming with my mouth closed]

-his thought process that confidence creates peace of mind and peace of mind creates performance i think says a lot about how haunted and anxious he must have spent these years.

-calls 2014 his best, most complete season, and says that was the season when he was in the best place mentally

-the tone of his voice when he says "i've tried everything i could have, i've given everything" he sounds so tired, i want to hold him

Q: when you negotiate with toto wolff and you explain how a multi year contract would benefit you, what did he say?

A: toto thinks that pressure is good for me. he's obviously known me for a long time. i agree, pressure for a certain length of time is good and it can get more out of you. but if you have pressure, contractually, for nine years of your formula one career, year by year, it starts to eat you from inside. toto's saying is "pressure makes diamonds." i think in a way it's true, but there's also a limit to how long you can maintain that for your own well-being.

Q: what's it like to negotiate with toto wolff?

A: he's tough. he's such a good and talented businessman. he knows the way to talk and the strings to pull and it's his job. he's really really talented in that. but at the same time, we've always agreed everything in really good faith. because to me, he's a friend as well. i've known him for such a long time. for sure in negotiations, he always gets the upperhand, no matter who is on the other side of the table.

-asked whether his merc career coming to an end will affect his friendship with toto, he says "no, not at all."

-tom asks how toto broke the news to valtteri that he would be out and vb says "it was honestly like we agreed. it was not like he told me. he knew that at some point, we need to make decisions, and already i had decided myself that if i couldn't get two years or more with mercedes, i would go for something new."

-he praises george and gives him genuine advice he is a much bigger person than i am lmaoooo :x

-how much lighter he sounds talking about alfa romeo <333

-he had the option it sounds like between going to alfa or williams and says it wasn't an easy choice

-there will be some podcasts about vb coming out :o but they will be in finnish :<

-"i think it tells something about me that in the house [that he's building in lapland], there's only one bedroom. so i like privacy, i don't like to have too many guests. it's really just for me and my girlfriend or me and my family."

[kendrixtermina]

Omg that was so helpful! Confirmed the 4 for sure but I do believe I have a strong 9 fix so that also really helped. Can I just ask the difference between infp 4 and ISFP 4

Hm. I wish I could think of a good example an ISFP 4 example right now.

ISFP might be a bit more competitive (esp. if w3) because of the sometimes 'aggressive' of Se, but there are also some rather unagressive ISFPs.

Ne tends to have a 'fantasy' vibe, Se is more gritty and realistic - this would definitely be salient.

In song lyrics sensors often describe very specific places & situations to create an aesthetic/atmosphere, whereas intuitives might work with metaphorical images or have no decriptions/particulars whatsoever, I presume something similar would be reflected.

The ISFP would probably cram more activities in their day & their chosen art form might involve using their hands more wheras Ne is more verbal. Maybe they do handicrafts, culpt, paint, or perform on stage. (but this isn't a strict division, there's probably some writing SPs and some stage-acting NPs)

They'd have slightly less (but still some) problems with the withdrawn type typical action inhibition but more problems with impulsive decisions.

General differences between Si/Ne and Ni/Se.

- Se/Ni ppl buy new clothes once in a while (Se gets bored of always the same ones) whereas Si/Ne ppl typically wear their clothes till they fall apart & replace them if needed

-Si users tend to remember physical/sensory details from their pasts; Ni users remember things more as a general "gist" than concrete details/images, but this isnt a 100% guaranteed rule

-Se/Ni peeps have an easy time getting activated/mobilized but a harder time getting into relaxed mode; Other way around for Ne/Si peeps

-Ne humor involves puns & references; Se humor tends to be more physical & slapstick.

-Si/Ne ppl are generally more reluctant to move to a completely different place & might be nostalgic for the place of their youth. Se/Ni ppl love travelling & don't have that same sentimentality (xSFP might romanticise going to different, new places instead) - this is less true for the inferiors some Se-infs are pretty inert and Si-infs can love travelling as well. (but still have some nostalgia)

General Sensor vs Intuitive Differences

-Imagine two lists of words. One has actual real-life words - the usual example is mundane objects like microwave ovens but it could also be interesting real objects like forest, animals, fast cars etc. The second list has nonsense words like "philosophy oven" or "sky fork".

-Sensors say the real objects because they know what those are & what they do, whereas the nonsese words are just nonsense. The intuitives are more interested in the nonsense words because they're new, and start to imagine what the nonsense word could be - Does a 'philosophy oven' perhaps represent the process of refining ideas until they are ready?

-As kids, intuitives might use any toy to represent anything (A doll could be a spray-can of fairy dust) whereas a for a sensor, a toy car will usually represent a car

-Sensors tend to assume that ppl who have done a task before know best how to do it. An intuitive, especially if young & foolish, might perhaps naively assume that their theoretical idea is just as good

-Si users learn by copying; Se users learn by doing. Intuitives learn by abstract explanations, so they might easily get the gist of a complicated topic but especially the NPs can have trouble applying it, keeping the steps straight etc. (school is kind of largely built for Si users, & Se users might have a tough time/ not see the value in "things they're never gonna use" , doesnt help that schools have cut out practical skills in favor of forcing everyone to go to college...)

-Sensors get locked into a context quickly whereas intuitives don't. If a sensor hears "she married a rock", they'll gather from the word "married" that the context is "relationships" & assume at once that "rock" here is metaphorical for an emotionally unaffectionate person - whereas your Ne user friend might ask - "wait, like metaphorical or like objectophilia?"

-One example involves a sensor husband asking his intuitive wife "What kind of car is this?" meaning "from which rental company", thinking this was clear from context. What does the wife answer? "A red one!"

-Since intuitives are not so focussed on sensing they might be absent minded, distracted from their surroundings, clumsy, or missing things in front of their eyes. personal space might be cluttered, minimalistic or bare. If someone has a really nicely decorated house or lots of flashy furniture they are likely to be a sensor. They rarely stop noticing or "tune it out" so they would want to be looking at nice surroundings. Some ISTx can be frugal/minimalistic but then usually they buy/like good quality products. So maybe this istj has 2 jackets but their good leather that feels nice & lasts them 20 years. Or you get an ISTP whose room is a mess but their computer has really nice speakers to better hear the video games.