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More kyojuro brainrot

Man's heart would absolutely melt when he comes home either very late at night or at the asscrack of dawn and sees you there waiting for him, ready to welcome him home

Oh absolutely. He would be so soft for you at the sight. Shoulders sagging with affection whilst a wide smile he cannot stop makes an effort to light up his face. His eyes would be so bright then and his chest would swell with a humid type of joy that seems boundless in the moment.

You had tried your best to stay up for him. After all Kyojuro did send Kaname to inform you his mission had ended. The Flame Hashira had defeated the vile set of demons he had been tasked with and was now on his way home, back to the promise of comfortable warmth and the safety of your estate. What the crow failed to tell you, and unfortunate as it was, was when exactly that would be.

So you stay up. Long after the sun sets and the moon rises high in the starry sky. You wanted to prepare a warm meal for him after all, or at the very least help him bathe. Massage his tired muscles from the strain of battle with soap-covered hands. It was no hot springs, you knew that, but you never doubted your ability to put Kyojuro at ease. You wanted to wait and do something for him, but... hours later and sitting in the flickering candlelight, eyes heavy with sleep and your blinks growing longer and longer each time, you were so close to just sleeping.

And when he enters the estate? Tiptoeing because he makes the just assumption that you're deep in slumber — he can be silent when the time calls for it — looking around with beady eyes well adjusted to the darkness. His body nearly sags to the ground when he sees you shuffling around the home.

He says your name, a little louder than he intended with his brows pinched in worry. But you just... "welcome home, Lord Kyojuro," and he's left grinning after a single owlish blink. There's still some worry there. Apprehension that whispers there's no guarantee you are alright. You should be asleep! You should be resting! But all he can do is place a hot hand on the small of your back as you turn around to kiss his cheek.

You mumbled about how you wanted to stay up to see him and he can't help the way his heart jumps, unsteady, in his chest at the sound of that. Just to see him. It makes him hug you so tight. And naturally, after the shared embrace, he's going to pick you up and carry you off to bed. For all you wanted to tend to him when he came home, he's the one that's going to do that for you now. Before the early birds wake up at least.

[daisys-reality]

Hi daisy, does inducing a specific brainwave help in manifesting faster?

Yes! It's not necessary but some of those "brainwaves" help you to get in a state where your logical side of the brain shuts down and your subconscious takes over - which helps you be really in tune with what you're affirming and visualizing and it also helps you to detach from the 3D. I hope my explanation makes sense.

The posts I linked in this post make it pretty clear I think. Idk if they were hard to understand but I can try to summarize it for you.

As you can see here in the graphic below there are 6 types of brainwaves. Those are the waves your brain naturally sends out when you're in the respective state (described in the pic).

If you listen to those types of waves (through binaural beats in yt) you kinda manipulate your brain into getting into a certain state.

For now, you can ignore the beta and gamma waves. For manifesting and shifting, usually only alpha waves, theta waves, delta waves and epsilon waves are talked about as they help with relaxation/detachment/reduced consciousness.

From what was said in the other two posts:

Theta and alpha waves seem the best for manifesting.

Delta waves the best for entering the void state.

Epsilon waves the best for shifting realities.

But of course everyone is different and they may work differently on you.

The anon in this post also described their method or rather how they use those waves for manifesting/entering the void and for shifting:

Sitting down comfortable.

Lighting up a candle in front of you.

Putting on the specific waves you want to listen to.

Breathing deeply in and out and calming down.

Focusing on the flame.

Starting affirming when you reached a trance like state.

I hope that helped you understand it more!

- daisy 🌼

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Hear me out babes.

Emperor Sukuna who comes across you, a homeless little hybrid, sleeping in the lesser traveled areas of his estate and decides instead of punishment he'll bring you in for his lonely kitty hybrid Satoru to play with

Sukugo x Reader cause I know they've been on your mind >:)

I'm trying to think what hybrid would suit this best... Perhaps a cute plump mouse that seeks shelter in one of the abandoned buildings within the corner of Sukuna's palace. You didn't know where you were. Not really. The place looked nothing like the capital and the forest dared to grow into the area, tall trees shadowing the uncut grass pointing in the direction of the distant, much nicer buildings. You overstepped in hopes of finding safety. Some people were hunting you and you were so tired. You barely managed to slip through the walls.

Of course Sukuna finds you. It was a chance encounter but he hears your little squeaks and sighs as you sleep curled up on yourself. He has half a mind to not kill you. This creature overstepping on his territory. You smell of blood and mud, a few stray wounds on your body that he raises a brow at. Perhaps he'll keep you? Have some servant scrub you clean and toss you into Satoru's claws. His snow leopard would no doubt appreciate it. Much better than some of the humans Sukuna directed at the cat.

But perhaps... Perhaps you're a bird hybrid that crashed into one of the buildings during a storm. You don't have a place to call home. Nowhere you could be safe as the winds howl and your broken wing throbs against your twisted feathers. It's in that state that Sukuna finds you. He was only supposed to see what the commotion was about and why anyone dared to stray from their duties yet there you are, trembling and feverish. He has the servants tend to you. They feed you, bathe you, give you medicine till you're conscious again.

And the main reason he doesn't slaughter you? Satoru can smell you on Sukuna's body. When he finishes dealing with the aftermath of your fall — when he throws you at the staff with a single order to "tend to it" — Satoru can smell a stranger on Sukuna's robes. And Sukuna, for all his eye-rolls and scoffs, decides he'll indulge his pet's insistence on keeping you.

Which is how you end up presented to Satoru, your eyes wide and cautious, as the very obvious predator of a hybrid takes you in. Sniffing at your neck. Giggling at the feeling of your feathers or fur beneath his claws. Sukuna just watches as Satoru pulls you into his lap and as his hybrid licks at your cheek and nuzzles into you. He watches you squirm. He observes in silence. Perhaps he'll entertain this relationship.

[telleroftime]

(Not a request or anything, just something fun I wanted to share with someone)

A Mario related idea I’ve been thinking of recently is Bowser kidnapping Y/N and, in typical Mario fashion, there’s an entire adventure to save her. But by the time Mario shows up, Y/N is 100% smitten with Bowser. So the next game rolls around and Y/N has now completely embraced the campy villain role alongside Bowser, and is cackling and making a big show as they help him steal stuff for their dream wedding 🤭

Yes yes yes, 'cause imagine you still have a good moral compas so you do all this for fun but don't let Bowser go too far as to hurt the others. You'll be sitting back on a throne with that typical villain aura, watching Bowser and Mario fight, but the moment Bowser gets a little too close to majorly hurting Mario you just call out something like "honey I'm hungry" or "I'm bored, carry me home?"

And Bowser being Bowser drops what he's doing like the lovesick king he is and indulges you.

But then also - Imagine you're in the middle of some mighty plan, when Mario finally gets to Bowser's castle ready for a battle, but it's you that ends up meeting him. He thinks he will have to fight you but you just lift up your hand to silence him with a shake of your head. He tries to talk but you shush him.

Just - "You took too long and my husband caught a cold. Take the stuff and leave, I'll tell him you beat me fair and square." // "Why would-a you do that?" // "Because someone has to stay beside him otherwise the fool will crawl out of bed."

Fool as a term of endearment. "My fool."

Also, I'd love to think that Bowser continues kidnapping Peach but this time it's for your sake. You need a princess' opinion on your clothes? He'll bring you Peach. You want a teaparty with other royals? He'll bring you Peach.

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Hmmm you wanna talk Gachi men?

What do you think Zo's kisses are like?

I have a few thoughts about this because it all depends on what the nature of your relationship with him is, where he's kissing you and why he's kissing you. Everything factors in like a nice equation; everything is pre-planned until it's not.

In general I think they're a languid sort of kiss. They are slow, a little firm with an underlying methodology in the motion, filled with purpose you can't quite place. They feel a little square, if anything. Atypical, too. He'll hold onto your face with one hand: tilting your chin up, maybe even letting his fingers run down across your neck till he feels your pulse hop.

His first kisses definitely feel robotic. Early in the relationship they're a little awkward. Those kisses come at an angle—after he takes to staring at you for too long to be comfortable—in the exact moment you're not expecting them. It's not like he knows what he's doing. He doesn't, but it's an expectation he places on himself and something he decides needs to be fulfilled. His nose presses into your cheek and his eyes remain wide open like he's ready to jot down your reaction. Maybe every kiss is slightly different, like he's testing hypotheses he doesn't dare verbalise.

It's a coincidence, you know that, but sometimes it feels like he startles you with them on purpose.

He starts expecting them whenever you part ways. Call it a habit.

Later in the relationship I think they'd feel like melting ice. They're not cold, but they're hard and mould against the curve of your lips and melt into lukewarm droplets the longer they linger. They're a little sudden but they're deceptively kind and filled with his heart. They're emotive in the same way a blunt confession would be: deadpanned words of affirmation. Thick—stubborn. I think they'd feel like the world sinking at your feet.

[telleroftime]

I bet you'd be absolutely over the moon if Dazai kissed you. Do you think he's gentle? Teasing? Do you think he cups your face? Maybe rests his hand on your collarbone where his fingers can idly trace over your skin?

I would... not... I would... ... oh but he would be gentle. His cold fingers frigid against the heat of your flush as he brushes his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks. He'd kiss first before looking, after all he has looked plenty. He's stared at the contour of your lips for so long beforehand that he has the shape memorised. He has daydreamed how they'd feel against his own whenever they're apart. So when he kisses you, he kisses you without warning. He pulls you in, kisses hard like it's a demand. Needy.

And when Dazai pulls away? He has such a wide grin on his face, eyes half lidded and sparkling like rain on wet stone, glossy with mirth at how breathless he's made you. He's thorough when his fingers caress your face, mindful so that the scratchy bandages don't irritate your skin. They still tickle you, or at least the strands pealing off them do. Feeling your jaw, your neck, your nape. Trailing his fingers up to push at your temples and then all the way down to your shoulders. Squeezing. Moving closer and closer till your chest is snug against his own. And then he just cups your face again and pulls you back in. A strong yet slow kiss as if he was moulding against you.

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Whatever you do don't think about sneaking up on Muzan while he's working and kissing the back of his neck

Good luck attempting to sneak up on that man.

Muzan is hyper aware of everything going on around him. He can hear you: he can hear the way your heart strums evenly beneath your chest, speeding up slightly when you think he hasn't spotted you yet. Your anticipation is palpable. Muzan can all but touch it. He can smell you. He can feel the way your presence shifts the air around him. The way it clings to and warps the hair on his arms. Dare he even suggest he can taste you on his tongue. Like a phantom tang of something sweet. Something far more innocent than him. Something that doesn't belong beside his desperation.

He knows you are there though perhaps it's the kiss itself that catches him by surprise.

Muzan's accustomed to you watching him and resting your hands gingerly against his back for your own support. He's used to the pressure as you lean over to peak at his workbench. This has happened before. Muzan had permitted it. He knows the heat of your skin. He knows of your youthful, predictable curiosity. It is why he mistakes that feeling, your hands on the black fabric of his vest, for your interest in the mess of glass and parchment that litter the surface. That is not quite it. That is not quite right. Your eyes look elsewhere and Muzan's not fully aware of that. Not until you lean in.

It is sudden, startling, when he feels your breath against the back of his neck. It makes him stiffen, eyes wide as all his senses rush to you. Sound, taste, touch. Anything and everything that lets him feel. Normally he would react quickly. He'd move before you know it—in the blink of an eye—but right now Muzan is stuck in time. He's stuck standing still with his hands digging into the wood of his desk. Claws sharp, barely controlled, leaving pale streaks against the grain.

There's a grit to his hair as your lips brush against it. A quiet sound like the rustle of tall grass. It is a mixture of strands and skin, warm and cold. Your exhale disrupts them in a way that tickles your nose. The strands part exposing more skin. You chuckle. It's a warm sound, warmer than Muzan can comprehend, filled with undeserving affection that's misdirected at him. It makes the small hairs on his body stand up. Weak, he thinks, and yet does nothing to change the moment. Goosebumps do not suit him, he'd argue to himself, even as he fights the urge to smooth them back down.

It's only when he feels your lips curl into a confident smile at his lack of ridicule, another kiss placed softly against his neck, that he asks what it is you think you are doing. You are distracting him. You should leave. His head tilts just enough to expose the red glow of his eyes to you but that's not enough to dissuade your bravery. And Muzan himself does not move. He doesn't move after the third kiss. Nor the fourth. It's only after the fifth, more sensitive, brittle kiss that he orders, "enough."

He'll be more careful next time. He will be more aware. Muzan will not permit for such weakness to catch him off-guard again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. You will find a way.

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Kyojuro being an absolute cuddle bug, his hugs are either so gentle and soft or a giant bear hug, either one he refuses to let go for a good 5 minutes

And an adorable cuddle bug he is. He'll pick you up, hold you, squish you, waddle around with you in his arms whilst speaking such warm affirmations against your ear. The words are as loud as always. So set in truth as he believes each positive thing he says. It's just a natural thing for him: to be so honest. Even more so when Kyojuro's courting you or the two of you are already married. His hugs lift you off the ground regardless of how tall or heavy you are. He's picking you up, that hearty laugh of his rumbling against your body to accompany his actions.

Normally, this walking heater of a man is going to crave your touch. Kyojuro loves you with all of his heart and that passion will never dwindle. It will never set. He'll come to you whenever he can. If something has his fiery spirits blooming, he'll come and hug you right where you stand regardless of whether or not you were talking with someone already. Hands wrapping tightly around you as he carts you off somewhere. He'll apologise later when he realises, but who can fault him for wanting to be with his love?

He'll tell you about his day, his mission, the tasty food he ate. Anything really because his heart beats for you and he's exited. His face is smushed against your chest as you dangle in his arms, his muscles tight around your middle. He'll carry you around like that just to hold you for that much longer, with one fist beneath your thighs to support your weight.

Oh but any other time he'll ask first! He's a polite man first and foremost. If he's not too full of excitement and passion he'll always ask. "May I hold you, my flame?" And he'll be so romantically gentle with you as he does. Pulling you in against him; burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. His fingers are spread out against your back and you can feel the heat of them spread through the fabric of your clothes. His hold is so comfortable it's almost lulling.

Of course, Kyojuro will want to hold you when you're sad, too. He'll carry your around. Anything to wipe that frown from your face. He can't be having his love upset, now can he? What type of person would he be if he allowed such a thing? He's pulling you into himself, nuzzling his face against your cheek so that his hair tickles your skin. Kyojuro won't let go of you, especially not when you look so defeated. Kissing your cheek with such force you have to push his face away.

Although, he will be soft if he has to be. He'll watch your expression. He'll let you hide against him if you so wish. He can hold you for all eternity, wrapped up in his haori, take as much time as you need. With one hand firmly placed against your back and the other on your shoulder to keep you steady. He adores holding you, even better if the heat of his embrace can soothe your soul.