#gin blogs

[ginhaku125-offical]

★ Gin's Rotomblr Blogs!! ★

Putting my Rotomblr blogs in one post because my pinned is getting really long. Not very active on them at the moment but yk yk

@heartgoldilexgirl - [preparing something] Silver's sister trying to find her family (not affiliated with any of my other blogs)

@rainbowwingedrival - Silver (Gen 2 rival) posting about life (affiliated with @teamrocketonrotomblr and @twinleaf-fines, shares universe with @gabbies-eevee-emporium)

@gabbies-eevee-emporium - An Eevee lover who happens to be Ghetsis' daughter traveling the Unova region with her best friend, an ex-Team Plasma grunt (not affiliated with any of my other blogs, shares universe with @rainbowwingedrival and @teamrocketonrotomblr)

@teamrocketonrotomblr - A Giovanni blog which is apparently used for promotion, but he just talks about his kids (affiliated with @rainbowwingedrival and @mini-paldeans, shares universe with @gabbies-eevee-emporium and @twinleaf-fines)

@twinleaf-fines - Barry (Gen 4 rival) posting about stuff (affiliated with @rainbowwingedrival, shares universe with @gabbies-eevee-emporium and @teamrocketonrotomblr )

@mini-paldeans - A bunch of stupid kids travelling the world (affiliated with @teamrocketonrotomblr and @rainbowwingedrival, shares universe with @gabbies-eevee-emporium and @twinleaf-fines)

@kantoshazel - Giovanni's daughter and a Charmander lover travelling Kanto, also a documentation of my Pokémon Infinite Fusion playthrough (not affiliated with any of my other blogs, does not share universe with them either)

[daily-dose-of-bucket]

Day 172: HAPPY (very late) HALLOWEEN!!!

[marie098887]

"We Could've Been."

Requested.

you were always his favorite, but someone else got there first.

Part 2: Barou, Yukimiya, Aiku, Gagamaru, Otoya, and Karasu 📝 Requests: OPEN

You were best friends. Close enough that everyone thought it was only a matter of time. You thought so too. But you never confessed.

And eventually, he stopped waiting.

So when someone else asked him out, he said yes, not because he loved her, but because at least she asked.

Now he’s taken. And you're still in his life, acting like nothing’s changed.

👑 Barou Shoei

He thought ignoring it would make it go away. It didn’t.

He kept things simple. He didn’t do drama. Didn’t chase. Didn’t ask questions he didn’t want the answer to.

So when people asked about you, why you two were so close, why he let you steal his fries or touch his hair or call him names no one else dared to, he brushed it off.

“She’s just my friend,” he’d say. Even though she wasn’t just anything.

But you never said anything either. So he kept his mouth shut. Convinced himself it didn’t matter. That if something was meant to happen, it would.

Then someone else asked him out.

He hesitated for one second. Just one.

But you were standing there. Right behind her. Not saying a word. Not even looking at him.

So he said yes.

Now it’s been a few weeks. And everything feels off.

You stopped walking home with him. You sit on the other side of the table during lunch. You talk to other guys now , not in a flirtatious way, just… not him.

And it messes with his head.

He tells himself it’s fine. That this is what he asked for. That he has a girlfriend now, and she’s perfectly nice and perfectly into him.

But she’s not you.

And no matter how much she tries to pull him in, no matter how many texts or dates or kisses she gives, it never feels right.

One day, she asks, “Did something happen between you and Y/N?”

He doesn’t look at her when he answers.

“No.”

But his jaw’s tight. His fists clenched.

Because something did happen. He let you go. Without ever giving you the chance to stay.

Now he sees you in the hallway, laughing, soft, easy, and it guts him.

Because you used to be that way with him.

And if he could go back and do it differently, he would. He’d stop hiding. He’d tell you. He’d wait longer. He’d fight harder.

But he didn’t. And now he watches you walk right past him like he’s just another guy.

Like he never could’ve been more.

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🍊 Yukimiya Kenyu

He thought if he looked fine, he’d feel fine. But he didn’t.

Yukimiya has always been in control.

Of his grades. His future. His appearance. His emotions.

Especially his emotions.

You were one of the only people who ever made him feel without thinking. One of the few who saw him when he wasn’t perfectly put together. And maybe that scared him more than he’d admit.

So when another girl asked him out, someone sweet, steady, easy to impress, he said yes.

You were there when it happened. Just a few feet away. You didn’t say anything.

And that silence? That was all he needed to hear.

Now he’s sitting next to someone who likes him a lot. She compliments his clothes. Sends good morning texts. Holds his hand like it means something.

But when he’s walking down the hall, it’s you he looks for. And when he gets a message from you, even if it’s short, even if it’s nothing, his chest tightens in that awful, familiar way.

Because you’re slipping away from him. Not suddenly. Not dramatically. But slowly. Like a tide pulling back.

You stopped making jokes about his hair. You don’t tug at his sleeve during class anymore. You sit two rows behind him now. Quiet. Still there, but not with him.

He notices.

And the more he notices, the harder it is to pretend he doesn’t care.

“Is there something going on with you and Y/N?” his girlfriend asks, carefully, while they sit at lunch.

He exhales through his nose. Doesn’t answer for a while.

Finally, he says, “There used to be.”

And that’s the truth.

There used to be something, something raw and real and terrifying. And now it’s gone.

And no matter how many people want him, no matter how flawless he looks on the outside, He’s never felt more unsure.

Because the one person who made him forget about appearances?

Stopped looking at him altogether.

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💚 Aiku Oliver

He thought you’d always be there. Until you weren’t.

He never had to chase anyone.

Not with the way he looked. Not with the way he talked. He was used to getting what he wanted, attention, admiration, affection.

And you? You were his best friend. The exception. You kept him grounded. Called him out. Rolled your eyes when he was being extra and knew exactly when to pull him back to earth.

He liked that. He liked you.

But he never said anything. Didn’t want to ruin what you had. Didn’t want to lose his safe place.

So when another girl asked him out, flirty, bold, everything he usually ate up, he said yes.

You were right there. You heard the whole thing. You didn’t say a word.

He smirked like it didn’t matter.

But it did.

Because now you’re distant. Slower to laugh. No longer teasing him about his ego or leaning on his shoulder between classes. You smile less. Text less. Avoid eye contact.

And yeah… it’s driving him insane.

He tries to joke about it. Tries to pull you back with charm. But it doesn’t work like it used to. You’re slipping.

And he’s realizing, too late, that he never wanted the girl who asked, he wanted the one who didn’t.

His girlfriend starts to notice. “You’re always watching her,” she says, arms crossed. “You’re not even subtle.”

He runs a hand through his hair. Shrugs. “I didn’t think I had to be.”

But the truth is? He never thought he’d have to fight for you. He assumed you’d always be there.

Now you walk past him in the hallway, barely glancing up.

And for the first time in his life, Aiku’s stuck watching someone walk away with nothing clever left to say.

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🐼 Gagamaru Gin

He didn’t say much. But he felt everything.

You were easy to be around.

You didn’t force conversation. You never asked him to be louder than he was. You just understood him, and that was enough. That’s why he kept you close.

And maybe he didn’t say it, but he thought you knew. The way he always waited for you after class, the way he carried your bag when you forgot it, the way he always sat facing you, it meant something.

But you never brought it up. Never crossed the line. And neither did he.

Then someone else did.

She was bright. Bold. Loud enough to fill every gap in the room. She asked him out with all her friends watching, said she liked his quiet vibe.

You were nearby. Close enough to hear. You didn’t look at him. So he said yes.

And that should’ve been it. He thought things would stay the same.

But they didn’t.

You stopped hanging around. Your messages dried up. You gave short answers when he spoke, looked past him in the halls, said “I’m busy” when he asked if you were coming to the arcade.

And now?

He’s sitting at lunch next to a girl who talks nonstop, laughing at things he doesn’t find funny, while you sit three tables away, earbuds in and head turned.

His girlfriend notices.

“You’re always so quiet around me,” she says, not unkindly. “But you used to laugh more with her.”

He looks down. Doesn’t respond.

Because she’s right. You were his soft place. And now that you’re gone, he doesn’t know where to put all the things he never said.

And worst of all?

He doesn’t know how to get you back.

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🤍 Otoya Eita

He thought he could have both. Until you stopped playing along.

He flirted with everyone. That was just Otoya. It didn’t mean anything, unless it was with you.

You were different. His favorite. The one person who flirted back and called him out when he was being too much. You grounded him. Made him laugh for real. Gave him attention without feeding his ego.

He loved that. He loved you.

But he never said it.

He figured you knew. Figured it didn’t need to be said. So when another girl asked him out, pretty, popular, all eyes on her, he said yes.

He didn’t even look in your direction.

But the next day? Everything shifted.

You didn’t roll your eyes at his dumb jokes anymore. You didn’t tease him in the hallway or sit next to him during breaks. You stopped touching his arm. Stopped waiting for him after class.

And it hit him harder than he expected.

He kept up the act. Kept flirting. Kept smiling. But none of it landed right. Not when you weren’t there to roll your eyes and shove his shoulder.

One afternoon, his girlfriend says, “You still talk about her more than you talk about me.”

He laughs it off, but inside?

He’s sinking.

He watches you from across the room. Headphones in. Reading something you’re clearly not paying attention to. And he wants to go over. Crack a joke. Get you to look at him again like you used to.

But he doesn’t. Because maybe he waited too long. Maybe he thought he was special enough to not need to try.

And now?

Now you smile at him like he’s just another boy who flirted too much and meant too little.

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💜 Karasu Tabito

He didn’t think it’d hit him this hard. But it did.

He was always teasing you.

It was his thing, playful insults, smug smirks, leaning too close just to watch you get flustered. Everyone thought he was just being Karasu. But you knew better.

And maybe that was the problem.

Because he never told you what it really meant, that he liked you. A lot more than he wanted to. So when someone else asked him out? He figured, why not.

She was sweet. Straightforward. Easy to be with. And you were standing right there. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t react.

He told himself that meant it was fine.

But after that, things changed. You stopped bantering back. Stopped rolling your eyes. Stopped pretending his dumb little jabs annoyed you.

You didn’t look at him like you used to.

And it started eating at him.

He saw you talking to other people. Smiling at someone else. Laughing in a way that used to belong to him.

And it pissed him off.

Not at you, at himself. Because he waited too long. Played it too cool. Thought the window would always be open.

Now it’s not.

“You don’t look at me the same anymore,” his girlfriend says one day, voice soft, like she’s already bracing for the answer.

He sighs. Runs a hand through his hair. Looks away.

“Yeah,” he mutters. “I know.”

Because every time he sees you across the hall, or catches your voice in a crowd, or hears someone else say your name, he thinks:

That should’ve been mine.

And then, so quiet he doesn’t mean to say it out loud

“...damn.”

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That's it for part 2! Sorry I have been gone these past 2 days have been a total bitch. I will be busy commoner so there may or may not be an upload <3

[soppymilkgin]

⚠️ eyestrain

demons x2

[amostimprobabledream]

One of the many ironies of Bleach is how Gin is routinely singled out as the most untrustworthy character - other shinigami kind of skirt around him and talk about how he just has an aura of deceit around him and so on.

When actually, all along, Gin is hands down the most loyal character in the series. His allegiance never once changed or wavered, only the perception of the other characters and the audience's viewpoint shifted when we learned more about him.

[tachiharastanacc]

I’m convinced Higuchi is the only one in the PM with a semi normal childhood.

And on a related note, I think she should find out most of the others haven’t and force Hirtosu to help plan a trip for them so they can go do fun things they never got to do as kids.

(It’s partially her taking them to places she went as a child and is super excited to share with them.)

Akutagawa complains until Chuuya and Gin chew him out and he maliciously complies (he still thinks it’s a waste of time, but is secretly grateful to spend the time with all of them).

Higuchi basically storms into Mori’s office ready to demand pto for all of them and he’s already buttoning up his Hawaiian shirt and pulling on his fanny pack (he has invited himself and Elise, who has invited Q, who refused to leave Verlaine alone in the basement, who spends most of the trip sitting on a bench with Kouyou and holding the prizes everyone won. Chuuya eventually convinces them to join in and watch the fireworks at night over the boardwalk.

Also, Tachihara cheats at like all of the games that are supposed to be unwinable (he lost once, realized they were rigged, and his pride refused to let him leave without the biggest prize he could get). He and Chuuya brought home like half of the prizes (most were given to Elise and Q, though they both secretly kept a couple one or two. For by accident, of course).

[gravitatives]

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ㅤㅤॱֺּׅ༏ིྀ𓏽ִ f2u with creds ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ requested by anon ᪖ ྀི ᩤ᭔

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anon you are so sweet and these layouts are absolutely fugly i’m so so sorry they took so long too pees and cries . IMSORRY /GEN

the divs are also just recolored from here ! ! ! sorry i suck at those sew

[artistically-chuuya]

gin??? 🤤🤤🤤

Ah, the other Akutagawa. They're quiet, lethal, and efficient; the perfect qualities for a Port Mafia assassin. All action, no talk-- I appreciate that.

[opalescentidiot]

[ginhaku125-offical]

On the topic of Rotomblr blogs, I'm sssso sorry for being inactive on Gabbie and Heart's blog sometimes I need just the right motivation to continue blogposting and sometimes i just don't have it sometimes aaaa I'll try to update them more oftennn

Off topic GOD if my phone could register my typing that would be great I think it's slowly breaking 😅😅

[meebssketches]

happy late bday akutagawa <3

[marie098887]

"Maybe we'll meet at a bar, he'll drive a funky car."

somewhere between a road trip and a night out, you found exactly what you weren't looking for.

Part 2: Barou, Yukimiya, Aiku, Gagamaru, Otoya, and Karasu

📝 Requests: OPEN

It started as a simple plan, a road trip with your friends. No maps. No rules. Just music loud enough to drown out everything else and enough bad decisions to make it memorable. You didn’t expect anything serious. Not love, not anything that would last longer than the night.

But somewhere between dusty highways, pit stops and pictures, you found yourselves at a nowhere-town bar, tired, sunburned, laughing, just looking for one more memory before the night ended.

And that’s when you saw him. Not planned. Not even close.

But maybe, just maybe, the universe had better plans than you ever could’ve made.

🦁 Barou Shoei

The one who thought the night was a waste. Until you made him stay.

He hates it here.

Hates the noise. Hates the sticky floor. Hates the way everyone’s shouting over each other like they’re the center of the universe.

He wouldn’t have even come if his teammates hadn’t dragged him in with promises of one drink and then leaving.

So he stands near the back, arms folded, jaw tight, glaring at everyone like it’s their fault he’s stuck here.

And then he sees you.

You’re leaning against the bar, laughing at something your friend says. Easy. Bright. Like you belong here. Like you belong anywhere.

For a moment, Barou just watches. Silent. Sharp eyed.

You’re different from the noise. Not loud. Not desperate for attention. Just... there.

And somehow, that makes it worse.

He looks away fast. Grunts under his breath. Focuses on a random crack in the wall like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen.

But when he risks another glance, you’re still there.

And when you catch him looking, really looking, you smile.

Not flirty. Not fake. Just real.

It punches the air out of his lungs more effectively than any tackle ever could.

You don’t walk over. You just hold his gaze for a second longer than polite. Long enough for him to know if he doesn’t move now, he’ll regret it.

So he does.

Shoulders squared, fists unclenching at his sides, he forces himself across the floor like it’s a battlefield.

When he reaches you, he clears his throat, once, sharp, like he’s trying to reset the whole night.

"You," he says, voice low and rough, "wanna get a drink or not?"

Not smooth. Not charming.

But you laugh anyway, warm and surprised, and nod.

And somehow, in a nowhere town bar he swore he’d never step foot into again, He finds something worth staying for.

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🍊 Yukimiya Kenyu

The one who made everything look perfect. But couldn't fake what he felt when he saw you.

He knows how he looks.

The crisp shirt. The fitted jeans. The slight smirk tugged at his mouth like he already won something without even trying.

Walking into a place like this is nothing to him. Easy. Expected. Another night where everyone glances up. Everyone notices.

He barely spares them a look.

He’s here because his friends insisted on stopping for a drink. He told himself he would play nice. Smile a little. Pretend to enjoy it.

And he does. For a while.

Until he sees you.

You are leaning over the bar, arguing with the bartender about some complicated drink with a bright laugh that cuts through the low murmur of voices. You are effortless. Real. Not trying to catch attention and somehow pulling it in anyway.

He stands there too long. Watching. Forgetting to move.

His friend bumps his shoulder with a look that says, Go.

So he does.

Adjusts his collar. Runs a hand through his hair. Puts on his best smile, the one that usually gets him whatever he wants.

But when he steps up beside you, close enough to smell the faint scent of sunscreen and cheap perfume clinging to your skin, the act falters a little.

"You need some backup there?" he says, voice low, teasing.

You glance at him. Smile without missing a beat.

"I think I'm doing just fine," you reply.

It throws him off more than he expects.

Because you are not impressed by the way he looks or the easy lines he usually tosses out. You are looking at him like you see all the pieces underneath.

And for the first time tonight, he smiles for real. Not because he should. Not because it looks good.

Because he wants to.

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💚 Aiku Oliver

The one who thought he already had everything. Until you made him want more.

He has been here a while already.

Propped up lazily at the bar, drink in hand, half listening to his friends talk about nothing. Another town, another night that looks exactly like the last one.

He is used to it. The attention. The easy smiles thrown his way. It barely fazes him anymore.

He is mid sip, half-considering if he should call it a night, when the door swings open.

And you walk in.

You and a group of your friends, all laughing too loud, still buzzing from the road. Sun touched skin, wind messed hair, eyes bright like you have not learned to be bored of the world yet.

And suddenly, everything sharpens.

The room does not matter. The noise fades. It is you.

You are not even trying. You are just there. Laughing at something one of your friends says. Completely unaware that you just knocked the air out of someone.

Aiku leans back against the bar, watching. Lets a lazy grin pull at his mouth.

And then he moves.

When you reach the counter, he catches your eye. Tilts his glass toward you in a lazy salute.

"You look like you just made this place a lot more interesting," he says, voice low and amused.

You raise an eyebrow, half-smiling.

"That line always work?" you ask, playful.

He chuckles, setting his drink down. "Don't know. Guess it depends on who hears it."

And just like that, Aiku forgets every other night that came before this one. Because suddenly, none of them mattered anyway.

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🐼 Gagamaru Gin

The one you did not expect to notice. But couldn’t look away from.

You are halfway through convincing yourself this bar was a mistake when you see him.

Tucked into the corner near the jukebox, towering over the crowd even when he is trying not to be noticed.

He is not flashy. Not loud like some of the other guys throwing back shots or shouting over the music. Just sitting there, half slouched, quiet in a way that somehow draws your eyes back again and again.

At first you think it is just because he is tall. Easy to spot. Hard to ignore.

But the longer you glance his way, the more you realize it is not just that.

It is the way he watches the room with lazy, thoughtful eyes. The way he fidgets with the label on his drink, peeling it back like he would rather be anywhere else. The way he smiles, barely, softly, when his friends joke around and shove at him.

There is something real about him. Something steady in a place full of noise and motion.

You find yourself drifting closer without even realizing it. Moving through the crowd until you are standing just a few feet away, pretending to look at the jukebox too.

He notices.

You can feel it, the shift in the air, the way he straightens a little, attention quietly locked on you.

You turn toward him, offering a small smile, unsure if he will take the bait.

He does.

In his own quiet, awkward way, he leans closer, voice low enough that you almost miss it.

"You wanna pick a song?" he asks.

You laugh, surprised by how shy he sounds for someone who looks like he could bench press the bar.

"Only if you help me choose," you tease.

He smiles, real this time. And somehow, in the middle of nowhere, you realize you just found the calmest, safest place in the whole room.

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🤍 Otoya Eita

The one who thought he had you figured out. Until you made him second guess everything.

You do not notice him at first.

The bar is crowded, your friends are laughing too loud, and the music is bouncing off the walls in heavy waves.

You are scanning the room, half looking for a spot to sit, half looking for something more.

And then you see him.

He is tucked near the back, a drink balanced casually in one hand, that lazy, dangerous smile curving at his mouth like he already knows he is the best looking person here.

He leans against the wall like it was built just for him, watching the room without a care in the world.

Your first instinct is to roll your eyes.

You know his type. Pretty boy. Full of himself. Probably collects phone numbers like souvenirs.

You should look away.

But you do not.

Instead, you find yourself moving closer, pulled by something you do not want to name.

When you reach the bar, you catch his eye. It is instant, the way his gaze sharpens, the way he pushes off the wall like he had been waiting for you all night.

"Trouble," he says, grinning as he steps into your space. "I can see it already."

You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed.

"Only if you're stupid enough to ask for it," you shoot back.

For a second, he just stares at you, caught off guard.

And then he laughs, real, startled, delighted.

Most people flirt back easily. Most people fall into the rhythm he sets.

But you are different. You are not falling for anything. You are making him work.

And Otoya? He realizes real fast that he would not mind working for you.

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💜 Karasu Tabito

The one who knew you were watching. And smiled like he already won.

You do not mean to stare.

You are just scanning the bar, looking for somewhere to sit, when your gaze catches on him.

He is lounging in a booth near the back, stretched out like he owns the place, spinning a drink lazily in his hand.

There are prettier faces in the room. Flashier smiles. Louder laughs. But somehow, your eyes keep coming back to him.

Maybe it is the way he watches everything without rushing. Maybe it is the easy confidence rolling off him like he is in on some joke the rest of the room missed.

Whatever it is, you look a second too long.

And he catches you.

Of course he does.

When you glance back, pretending it was all casual, he's already pushing up from his seat, sliding through the crowd with slow, deliberate steps.

By the time you fully process what is happening, he is standing in front of you.

Smirking like he knows exactly what you were thinking.

He leans in just enough that you can hear him over the music.

"Hey cutie," he says, voice low and lazy.

Like he already knows how this night ends. Like he is giving you a choice you already made.

You feel your heart skip, stupid and traitorous, and you tell yourself it is just the heat, just the alcohol, just the summer night.

But when he offers his hand, palm up, waiting, sure, you do not hesitate.

Not even for a second.

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<3

[y3llow-dand3lion]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH ATSUSHI NOOOOOO

[asher-agere]

🐣 ⭐️ ✨ 🧸 👑 🧃 🌈 🌸 🫧 🍼 🎵 💐

Akutagawa please!

🐣What age do they regress to?

Akutagawa is a tiny little guy, he has a tendency to start off like just half regressed then as he gets more overwhelmed he drops younger, usually he settles in the 1-3 age range!

⭐️Who do you see as their main caregiver?

I completely understand ShinSoukoku fans, however I think Chuuya would be Akutagawa’s main caregiver! They’re easily able to interact without raising any kind of suspicion and Chuuya would be able to understand Akutagawa pretty well!

✨If they would be to have multiple caregivers who would they be?

Higuchi and Gin! I think that Akutagawa would struggle to rely on his sister, but once he does she’d be a wonderful caregiver! And Higuchi would be just overjoyed to look after him!

🧸Who’s their favorite playmate?

RASHOMON. Overall I don’t think Akutagawa would like play dates much, he doesn’t play much in general so doing it with another person doesn’t exactly thrill him, however! I think there’s been at least one time Chuuya watched Akutagawa and Dazai at the same time, and while from Chuuya’s objective caregivers point of view it went awful, Akutagawa claims it was his favorite play date ever! So Akutagawa’s answer would be Dazai even though it’s not a healthy friendship

👑Would they enjoy padded regression?

I think Akutagawa would vehemently deny that he wants or needs any form of padding, he gives himself the bare minimum and he works with it. However if he’s nudged into using it and manages to grow more comfortable with it I do think he’d enjoy it!

🧃Favorite snack?

Akutagawa attempts to say he doesn’t need snacks all the time, insisting that he’s not hungry, he doesn’t need anything. However I think he’d really like fresh baked pastries! Nothing overly sweet though, he just likes the warm comforting feeling they give him, baking takes time so it’s sort of a symbol that’s everything’s alright enough there’s time to do sweet nothings like baking

🌈Preferred theme for regression gear?

This is a goth baby right here, everything is in darker colors or themes, however he wants things simple! He doesn’t really like decorated pacifiers for example, he thinks it’s just to much, he’s only want plushies that look realistic, not pink cats with tiaras for him no thank you, he just wants a gray kitty cat!

🌸Are they open about their regression?

Absolutely not! He’s very closed off about it and never even wants to talk about it. However once someone knows about it he’s pretty willing to discuss it openly! So sort of? As long as they’re in private he’s willing to discuss things practically

🫧Signs they’re regressed?

A huge indicator is his reactions to things! He never openly admits he feels small, but he’ll start giving frustrated whines as he struggles to do big kid stuff, coughing can sometimes lead to crying which would never happen when he’s big, usually he ends up just curling into a frustrated little ball

🍼What’s their favorite gear?

I’m not sure if this really counts but comfy clothes! Hear me out. Baby Akutagawa activating Rashomon when he’s wearing more colorful clothes than usual to see Rashomon in different colors. That’s it that’s my whole argument

🎵Non-verbal or talkative?

Definitely non-verbal! He’s super tiny, words are really hard for the poor little guy, and even just trying to talk gets him so embarrassed because he can’t pronounce anything even close to correctly so usually he just resorts to whining

💐Clingy or independent?

As he’s starting to regress he’s very independent, rejecting any affection, however by the time he’s fully dropped he’ll cry if his caregiver sets him down. He doesn’t wanna be left alone :(

[ask-ichimaru-gin]

Okay, gonna ask it. What's your fav holiday Gin? Do you celebrate?

Ain't much way to celebrate alone without it feelin' more alienatin'.

All those livin' holidays are very pack animal-like. I do like the fact that candy is cheaper after the Valentine's day though.

Dunno. Maybe I'm missin' out on somthin.

[nocturneblight]

posin

that smug Edward stare… it could nuclear bomb a heart one thousand times… or something romantic like that…