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#I just don't care anymore
escolopendror · 1 year
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healthy (yandere!sukuna)
warnings: it's sukuna and it's a yandere fic, c'mon...
He was crying. You felt a tad bit guilty, but for the most part, you were frustrated.
This man in front of you was a future doctor. He was tall, handsome, and he was a varsity player for your university's volleyball team. You liked him. He was sweet and considerate. He never pushed your boundaries, always got along with everyone, was nice to his mother and had no issues with his father. He was, for all intents and purposes, a good man with a bright future.
You liked him.
But after a whole year of dating, you realized that that was the problem. You could only like him.
So you couldn't bring yourself to say 'yes' when he asked you to move in with him.
"I understand..." he whispered, voice cracking. "I don't know what I did wrong but I...I understand."
You thought about reaching over to give his hand a squeeze, but maybe that was too patronizing, so you merely nodded.
"I should've ended it sooner, I'm sorry. Let me pay for today." You put down several wads of cash on the dining table, ignoring the other customers' stares and whispers. Maybe breaking up in the school cafeteria was a bad idea. Everyone in the dining hall was a batchmate, each one of them certainly aware of your and your now ex-boyfriend's identities. Everyone was in agreement that he was too good for you.
Everyone including you.
You didn't deserve him. He was a little too perfect, a little too... good for someone like you.
He gave to the poor every chance he got, he always agreed to tutor your friends and other classmates when they were having problems--even if it meant losing time spent with you. He gave a lot to everyone. He wanted to better the world, he wanted to be remembered as a good man in a storm. The type to sacrifice himself for others.
That's why you couldn't bring yourself to love him.
How could you possibly tell this loving, virtuous man that you had no interest in the betterment of the world? How could you tell him that you were only doing your best to live peacefully without getting in anyone's way?
How could you tell this kind, decent, salt of the earth future surgeon, who was blind to how your friends would bat their eyelashes at him when he tutored them, that you didn't care about dying as a "good person"?
How could you possibly ask your future doctor how his sweet, silent, respectful love wasn't the one you wanted?
On the outside, you didn't seem like someone who wanted much. You didn't ask or want for expensive gifts, you were content with fast food dates. Well, you didn't, not really. Excessive money wasn't that attractive to you.
But deep inside, you knew that you weren't so "low maintenance."
Sure shiny things weren't necessary, but you wanted something deeper, something crazier.
You wanted selfish. You wanted obsessive. You wanted a love that would sear itself into your soul and stay with you even after you died.
You didn't need a healthy, boring love.
"Bye." Your farewell came out colder than you intended, but it didn't matter. He could hate you and you wouldn't care. Actually, he should get angry. Maybe he'll finally become interesting.
You swung your backpack over your shoulder and exited the cafeteria, which exploded after only three steps out the door.
Mr. Perfect was finally free from his undeserving, unappreciative lover.
With a relieved sigh, you made your way to the roof. As you plopped your bag on the floor to stretch, the smell of nicotine flooded your senses.
"Ugh."
"Whoops," someone chuckled. "I didn't think anyone would come here."
It was a man. Not just a man, an actual man. He was broad-shouldered and the white sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing big arms covered in black ink. Tattoos seemed omnipresent on him, he even had them on his face--his gorgeous face.
"You're not here to jump, are you?" He asked jokingly, the cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips.
"Excuse me?"
Unbothered by your scowl, he stuck a thumb at the metal-netted railings that have been attached to the parapet of the roof. "Last I've been here, those guardrails weren't there. Just how many students jumped off before they installed them?"
You raised an eyebrow. "Last he's been here"? The railing had been there for at least fifty years. Maybe he was from the psych ward, or was he messing with you?
"Look, sir--"
He choked out a hearty ha! Smoke came trailed out each word as he spoke, "I guess to someone like you I look like a sir."
You crossed your arms, eyeing his chest for any sign of the yellow visitor's pass. Finding none, you reluctantly lifted your gaze away from his vest and met his eyes. "Visitors aren't allowed in this building, this is strictly for students and staff."
"Oh?"
"Well, not without a pass. And I can't believe this needs to be said but this is a non-smoking zone." Naturally including the medicine building and the hospital, the entire campus was a non-smoking zone.
He chucked again. "My mistake."
You furrowed your brows at him. He rolled his shoulders in a mocking, exaggerated show of surrender before lifting the cigarette and dropping it on the floor to be snuffed on with his polished brown leather shoe.
"Thank you," you mumbled. "Do you need help getting to the exit?"
"I think I can find it on my own, but thanks for worrying about me."
You really didn't like how hot he looked leaning down to meet your eye level. You knew he was tall, hell, he was taller than your middle blocker ex, but he was monstrously big. His personality probably didn't help. You've never met a man who could be, who could feel so large in multiple ways.
"Later." He waved, walking past you.
You didn't turn to watch him leave the roof because you were afraid of letting him see the face you were making.
Sukuna put on his suit jacket as he made his way to the dean's office.
"Oh, there you are, welcome back, sir!" The dean of surgery and medicine was a graceful and spunky old lady who, like many people, couldn't resist Sukuna's charm. It was amazing the kind of effect the man had on everyone. With just one smile, he had reduced this veteran surgeon into a simpering schoolgirl. "That took you a while, I hope you didn't get lost."
His secretary, Uraume, pulled a chair and Sukuna grabbed it from them. "I almost did but one of your students saw me and offered me her help."
"That's good to hear. I'm very proud of our--"
"I want to personally thank her."
The dean pulled back. "Pardon?"
"Please," Sukuna said, eyes glowing. "It would be very much appreciated." He showed her the nameplate he snatched from you.
The dean's pupils dilated before constricting. She blinked and then smiled. "I understand. I'll have my assistant find the information now."
"Just have it emailed to me." Sukuna stood, smirking. "This was a fruitful meeting, your department can expect a lot of support from me in the future."
Uraume bowed to the ever-grinning dean before following their boss out.
The youthful secretary observed their boss for a while before pointing out, "You seem happy."
"Nothing gets past you." Sukuna glanced at your nameplate and pressed it to his lips. "I finally found her."
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dollya-robinprotector · 6 months
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Oh... Drawing naughty stuffs now actually helped me relieve some stress!
I don't really get more stress for fidgeting with anatomy anymore!!
Ohh...
Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh✨✨🤌✨✨
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catprinx · 1 year
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I tend to get “lack of technical skill” paralysis when it comes to my art... in 2023 i’m just gonna get over it... if I wanna draw the ugliest building or hand or incorrect perspective that’s my god given right
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reddiamondyeet · 3 months
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God I am just the exact type of things that everybody loves to mock and see as unacceptable huh
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raveartts · 6 months
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i should try and draw all my old characters
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izacore · 9 months
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How can you not be a hater of Taylor though?? She's... ugh I can't stand her. She's like the slightly younger version of Olivia Wilde with her girl boss feminism.
eh, to hate is to care, right? i can recognize all her shitty behaviour, manipulating her own fans, love for money and capitalism and the performative wokeness and still enjoy her music. idk, i've never spent a dime on her apart from buying tickets to her shows here next year cause i'm going with good friends (and mind you, i spent less money on two very good tickets than i did for harry's jonny's place for one show lol). she's just... there for me and the reason why i reblogged the 1989 announcement is cause this album holds a lot of sentimental value for me. i listened to it a lot during the times where i refused to stan and obsess over real people, so i had no idea about any drama surrounding it or what the songs are supposed to be referencing. this album is the early mornings i spent on a bus to my high school and the sunsets i was watching through the window. it's another lonely summer i had to live through away from all of my friends cause i was stuck in my village. so yeah, i'm gonna be excited about this one thing, even after i learnt everything that's attached to it all the years later (i didn't even know who style is supposed to be about, can you imagine ahsjdj and that song was my fave off the album initially which i now think must have been a joke or a foreshadowing from the universe lol).
besides, these days i consider it a bit ironic and funny watching people still hold such a huge grudge against her so passionately when harry himself seems to not have problems to be friendly with her and is doing exactly the same things she has been doing her whole career 🤷‍♀️ i'm not gonna be fighting battles for people who waved the white flag a long time ago.
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elirluna · 1 year
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having dinner (pb+j sandwich) just now (at 10 pm) bc ive lost respect for my body 👍🏻
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aka-click · 2 years
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My latest power move is to not correct my coworkers when I overhear them saying something wrong at work. Let them be wrong while I hoard knowledge.
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animezinglife · 2 years
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I understand why some people would want tattoos that symbolize something meaningful in their lives, to mark a memory, or something of that sort. Yet I cringe every time someone gets a fandom tattoo...especially when it’s massive.
I’ve always wondered if those people assume they’re going to like that show, movie, artist, etc. forever or if they just don’t care. 
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haithussy · 2 months
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Nah, ya know what? Imma live my life. Gonna play games, gonna write with my peeps on discord and just enjoy shit. Y'all can be miserable and try to bring others down but not me. ✌️
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gremzon · 11 months
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If someone bans you on discord for disagreeing with you, that's power abuse, that's it (bonus point if they pretend like they never banned you and say to others that you left on your own)
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petalposer06 · 1 year
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There is just nothing when I see his pics now, a bit of disgust
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hyenaswine · 9 months
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"but if we label autism & depression as both 'neurodivergent,' that's like saying they're the same thing!" truuuuue like when my friend & i stand under the same umbrella & instantly meld into one person like in a cronenberg movie
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stellaluna33 · 4 months
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Man, I miss the internet when you could just freely browse all sorts of niche blogs and fan sites without having to have an account anywhere... There was so much to explore! Now you need to have an account with Instagram and Tiktok before they'll let you see anything, or it's locked behind a paywall on someone's Patreon.
We used to "browse," like we were wandering free in a big pasture, and now it's a "feed," where someone keeps shoveling stuff into a trough in front of your face and you have to keep choking it down.
I miss "Free Range" internet is what I'm saying, I guess. Not this Content Factory Farming crap.
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maudiemoods · 6 months
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They deserve a little treat!! Maybe they aren't so evil
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Thinking they've just been misled and mistreated! They're not evil, but they're also not good. They just need someone to show them there's more in life and that's where y/n comes in!
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