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vnusoki · 1 day

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MORE THAN JUST A DREAM . . . ꗃ synopsis. life and death were an endless cycle everyone experienced. from the moment they were born, it was fated for them to meet the cold hands of death. but it’d taken you too soon, and they can’t handle that.

ꗃ tags. satoru gojo x reader, nanami kento x reader. angst. hurt/no comfort. reader dies. descriptions of wanting children. sadness. decline in mental health?

ꗃ a/n. hope you enjoyed this ! a like or reblog would be fantastic !

SATORU GOJO had known of pain all his life. From the moment he’d entered Jujutsu Tech, and from when he left to pursue the career of a Jujutsu Sorcerer, pain was a companion that had lingered for too long over the years.

A vestige of a shadow forever following him to the darkest of alleys and to the brightest of places.

He knew not of its shape, for it was constantly changing. Mutating into the faces of those he’d lost and failed to save. A constant reminder that even the strongest could not save everyone.

It had been you, on a summer afternoon, basking in the light chatting away, that had burned away the darkness that had long since held captive his life.

It had been you, all smiles and laughter, kisses and heartfelt hugs that had taken him away from the dark place he’d grown so used too.

It was as if you’d restarted his life, and for the first time in what seemed to be forever, satoru had been excited for something. Truly excited. It was no wonder he’d grown feelings not long after he’d met you. You were the light to his life. The sun to his moon.

Of course he’d have to try give you both a shot. To show you too that you could be something even greater together. It was a shocker when you’d confessed that you too felt the same, and as if the puzzle pieces had finally fallen right into place, he’d held your face in his hands and kissed you not for the first time, and definitely not the last.

Satoru pulled away from your body, his lips still feeling as dry as ever. In his arms lay you, shredded Jujutsu uniform barely clinging to your body. Where the uniform was destroyed was a myriad of injuries too many to count.

You almost looked as if you were sleeping. Your lips slightly parted and your eyes glued to whatever you had been looking at above you. If they cleaned the mud and blood off your face, they could’ve mistaken you for sleeping beauty.

Only this time, you never awoke.

Satoru’s hand began to shake, slight tremors shaking the very bones inside. He clenched his fist tighter, so tight his nails dug into the calloused flesh of his palms and drew blood.

‘‘…wake up for me, baby…’’ his shaking off your shoulders started small until he was furiously shaking you, terror now finally resonating with him. The haunting reality dawned on him like the sun rising on a new day.

‘‘…you have t-to. you promised, dammit…’’

Youu had promised him. Promised that you’d try your best to stay alive, but that was not guaranteed in the world of Jujutsu and once again, satoru was reminded that not even the strongest could save everyone and as the rain washed away the blood on his hands, he remembered.

NANAMI KENTO knew not of love when was a salaryman. He knew only how to increase his chances of his businesses venture becoming a hit, or how to get more money. Nothing else, nothing less, nothing more. What would he need it for anyway? All he’d ever loved had died with him the day he left Jujutsu Tech.

Maybe that had been the case once, a long time ago. But now, when he held your hand as you walked through parks of green and walked past rivers of clear water, all he knew was love. You had taught him that.

When he’d met you, it had been at the height of winter where the snow fell down in heaps upon heaps. And though it had looked very beautiful in the orange glow of the street lamp, his eyes were only stuck on you, as if you were all he could see.

You were all he could see for the longest time after that. From the mornings to the nights, or even when you both committed to your love making. He found waking up beside you, the swell off his bruised lip a reminder of all the love he gave to you, and all the love he still had left.

It was at night, one spring day, months ago, that he found he wanted to get ready and settle down with you, start a family, travel the world, see everything he’d told you about, taste every type of bread in the world. Your dreams together were infinite threads weaving into intricate spider webs of love.

If only it hadn’t been cut. The dreams of the future come crashing down with you as he finally takes hold your cold, limp body. Your chest is coated in red, a deep slash across it.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. You, we’re gone. The light that had shone in your eyes only a few days ago had long since disappeared only leaving behind dull orbs, lifeless of any feeling.

His grip on your tightened as tears fell from his eyes for the first time in hours since he’d found your body. He hadn’t allowed himself to cry since the death of his best friend, but you’d made him cry for a plethora of reason, none being sadness.

It was ironic really, that you, the one who’d dreamed of the future as if it were only a step away, would be the first to go out of the both of you. The dreams you’d long made in preparation, the holiday destination to Malaysia, all died with you and a part of nanami did too that day.

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lorcandidlucienwill · 20 hours

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Nessian after Nesta killed the King of Hybern

Hours later, Nesta still held the head of the King of Hybern. She would continue to hold it like a damn trophy, the proof of her vow fulfilled. She hadn’t even washed the blood off of her face. Rage was a song in her blood, the cauldron-borne magic in her purring to the beat. Later, she coaxed the flames. She knew she was a lot more powerful than she had shown, but her magic was also extremely dangerous. Without proper training, she could destroy herself.

She didn’t want to think about that right now. She looked at Hybern’s head again, and some animalistic part of her that hadn’t been there when she was a human gloried in the gore she had caused. She reached to touch the blood from the severed neck as though she were in a trance.

“Nes.”

Nesta’s hand dropped away and she whipped towards the sound of the voice. Cassian. Cassian, still covered in blood just like her.

She still reeled from his confession as she covered his body, certain that they would both die.

I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta. I will find you again in the next world—the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.

She put the head down and walked towards him slowly, part of her certain this was all just a beautiful dream. Cassian was looking at her like she was the moon and stars. They didn’t look away from each other; they kept walking towards each other until they were chest to chest. Nesta laid a hand on his face, her thumb brushing his cheekbone.

“You’re real,” Nesta whispered. “You’re-you’re real.” She didn’t even notice the tears as they began to slip past her eyes. But Cassian did. Placed his enormous hands on either side of her face, brushing her tears away with his fingers. “I’m real,” he answered hoarsely. “Gods, Nes, I-“

She pressed her index finger to his lips. “Shh. We both survived.” At that, Cassian looked past her to the head she had been carrying around with her for the past several hours.

And god damn her, his feral smile sent a thrill all the way down to her bones. “You still haven’t fulfilled your other vow, you know,” he purred.

“Oh. Right.” The vow Nesta had only made in private to Cassian in a rare moment of weakness, despair from her own experience with the Cauldron and her younger sister’s bleakness breaking down into a fit of tears.

Cassian walked behind her and picked up the severed head, dipping his fingers into the neck. “May I?” he asked quietly.

Nesta whispered, “Yes.” Nesta had been called many a nasty name; viper, raging bitch, hellcat. Yet when Cassian rubbed his hands against her head, he cradled her like she was a little dove.

Over and over, his fingers pressed into her scalp, followed by running his hands down her long strands. He gently braided her hair, moving it to the side and placing her hands on her shoulders, turning her towards the small vanity in the tent.

Her hair, now covered in blood, took on a rose-gold hue. Small smears of red where Cassian had wiped the blood from her face remained. She looked wild; her mother would’ve been appalled.

But Nesta watched in the mirror as Cassian dropped his lips to her ear. “The most gorgeous woman I have ever seen,” he murmured, and her mother’s voice disappeared from her mind. She leaned into his back, placing one of her hands on top of the one he had on her shoulder. Cassian interlocked their hands together, brushing his thumb across the back of her hand. He pressed a kiss to her hair, and Nesta felt like a queen.

“What about your vow?” Nesta shot back. Cassian blinked at her in surprise before he slowly smirked. “I already fulfilled mine.”

“Prove it,” Nesta challenged. Cassian opened his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue. Blood lay there, coated like oil.

“I swore to rip off the hands of those who dared drag you into the Cauldron and drink their blood,” Cassian growled. “And drink I did. Their blood tastes disgusting.”

“How do I know that isn’t your own blood?” Nesta countered. Another wild grin that had Nesta’s heartbeat rising.. He crooned, “Why don’t you kiss me and find out?”

Nesta got on her tip-toes, dug her nails into the back of his neck, and yanked him down to her level.

She bit his lip hard, and he opened his mouth for her. Nesta flung her tongue inside his mouth, seeking out his own. His hair was so soft beneath her palm, and Nesta continued her savagery until she finally licked the blood off of his tongue.

She pulled away, spitting it out. “Yuck. It’s their blood, alright.”

Cassian, ever the bastard masquerading as a gentleman, bowed. “Far be it from me to ever fail you, my lady.”

Nesta smirked. “No?” She placed a hand on his chest. “Then show me that Illyrian prowess, Lord of Bloodshed.”

#nesta archeron #pro nesta archeron #nessian #cassian #superior cassian

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nana-b0b · 9 hours

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Let's talk a little bit about the context ♡

Although Aurora had been in Japan and at the wizardry school for a while now, she wasn't aware of the internal affairs going on there and so she didn't visit the school much unless Narumi (her cousin) took her there.

Aurora came to Japan from abroad because of personal issues with the Imagawa clan (her clan, which expelled her for her cursed technique, which is actually a curse placed on one of the branches of the Imagawa lineage many years ago).

Aurora, upon learning that Yuji was Sukuna's vessel, avoided him from the beginning (she didn't do it as a bad person, she simply didn't want Sukuna to know about her existence since she knew that if Yuji was around Sukuna would analyze and keep every piece of information about her) in this way she "kept" herself unnoticed by Sukuna, although sometimes she shared time with Yuji and the others but nobody said relevant data about her to such an extent that Sukuna believed she was just a third grade sorceress without more.

Note: Narumi is basically Aurora's guide.

How did Aurora and Ryomen meet?

Here's the interesting thing, the first time Sukuna really noticed her was during her fight with Gojo, until then Aurora hadn't shown up anywhere (not even in Shibuya since she sheltered Narumi after the incident).

Actually Aurora only agreed to fight alongside Satoru because she was worried about the situation she and Narumi were ending up in.

When Sukuna saw her, he thought she was just a support sorceress but when he realized that Aurora really wasn't what she seemed all his attention was fixed on her.

Aurora inside the battlefield doesn't need any kind of care, she is a special grade sorceress and lives up to her title, although sometimes she is a bit lazy.

What technique does Aurora possess?

I don't want to make spoilers because it would take away the mystery that surrounds her story here, but to give you an idea: Aurora's eyes are called "jade eyes" (because of the green color that characterizes them) and it is a very dangerous cursed technique for both wizards and curses, what is the problem? Being a technique that deposits a large amount of cursed energy behind Aurora's eyes (ocular nervous system) this affects her vision a lot, Aurora cannot see details, she sees masses of cursed energy, colors are distorted a lot, what is red can be yellow for her or black depending on the light, the shapes of things can also change depending on their distance.

Basically she can only distinguish 20% of the things she sees (she doesn't know her appearance or anyone around her, but she does know the sound of her cursed energy).

For this reason Aurora wears glasses (like Gojo) that give her darkness, which helps her not to see the world full of noise that surrounds her.

Clarification: when she activates her cursed technique her vision improves to 50% allowing her to see more details, colors and clear shapes, but using this technique for a long time destroys the nerves of her eyes which cannot be regenerated.

(This is why she has no pupils)

Currently, being with Ryomen, can Aurora see anything?

After the fight they had, she was left with serious sequels, to the point that she can barely see what is in front of her, but her vision is very poor, but even so, her hearing is much improved and is as sharp as a feline.

Aurora's blindness also allows her to face Ryomen, not being able to see as she is, Aurora feels more courageous because how can you be afraid of something you can't see, although she is also afraid of the sound of Ryomen's cursed energy, because it is too much.

(For this reason she always wears a veil, so she can rest her sight and to know Ryomen better she asks him to let her touch his face, to know his fractions because if he does not pass through her hands it is as if he does not exist)

What is your relationship with Satoru?

Not a romantic relationship as such, but both enjoyed each other's company. Gojo found in her a vivid memory of Getou and a girl who could stand up to his cursed technique so the attraction was mutual, Aurora, saw in him the opportunity to test her strength and her limits, besides, she likes his jokes.

As the months passed both became close but neither wanted to really admit it, they just lived for the moment... having their own little world.

BONUS: Next sketch will be historical context!

A little appearance change in Aurora (Because Ryomen wanted it) now she's a full-fledged lady of the Heian period.

Aurora won't put up with those teeth for long 🤣 besides, to put the solution in her mouth and pluck her eyebrows someone had to take a few hits 😁

#fanart #sketch #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk oc #jujutsu fanart #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna

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moonspirit · 1 day

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hello, i’m back, i was just wondering what you think eren said to the others in the paths. we saw armins and mikasas but not the other scouts/warriors. you’re pretty much the only writer on tumblr that doesn’t intimidate me so i asked you 👍 (your wife needs to be tied to a tree)

Hello again behyuu xD But please! Don't fear clouds, she's just a smol smol! Go befriend her!

But this is a really interesting question; I've thought about it a few times, and more along the likes of: "what is the kind of relationship Eren shares with these people?"

(Edit; this became incredibly long 🥲)

I think there are people Eren would and wouldn't have talked to, really. In the latter category falls Levi, imo. But that takes off on another tangent entirely, so for now we'll stick to the rest.

To Reiner, I like to believe Eren would've shown him an alternate reality of what happened in Liberio, perhaps one where he doesn't transform, and instead has a long conversation with him where both of them are offered something akin to "forgiveness" by one another.

These two are parallels to each other in that mutual sense of crippling guilt that came with carrying out the destruction of each other's homelands, not out of hatred, but simply because they needed to do it, in order to achieve something bigger. Reiner, because he wanted to fix his family and become an honorary Marleyan to rid himself of the shame. Eren, because his "peaceful world" for lack of a better word, was turned upside down and trampled upon - though in the end, it was just his selfish and violent nature that set him off on this path. Reiner and Eren understand each other in a way that others don't - neither wanted to do what they did. But they did do it, and that sin will simply be too massive to contain. But Reiner lives despite not wanting to, and Eren dies despite not wanting to, and they are split into two different worlds by the end.

Tl;dr - They talk about how, in another world, where maybe there aren't titans, Eren would've continued to admire Reiner as he did before Trost. And Reiner would cry. End of story.

With Pieck, I hc that the conversation would've been short. Pieck is a very interesting character, imo, because she's literally the most grounded of all the scouts and warriors. She owes no allegiance to Marley, nor Paradis, doesn't have an ulterior motive and is basically stuck watching the doomed world from the ground. There is no solution for her - she as an Eldian will be used by Marley and killed in Paradis - she's literally the only character who understands this from the very beginning. That said, her impression of Eren is, simply put, that of an immature child running riot (incidentally, this is also what Levi probably thinks). If we take into account the fact that her first meeting with Eren was one where she tried to fool him by channelling her (fake) solidarity with Paradis and rejecting her Marleyan upbringing, what lies between these two characters is the anger of being born on different sides of the wall. Eren's actions also resulted in Pieck losing pretty much everybody she knows. As such, I believe what could've transpired between them in the paths, would've been an apology from Eren for destroying Liberio, for killing Udo and Zofia, and telling her maybe, that had these suffocating walls between them never existed, perhaps they would've been peaceful strangers, passing by on the streets now and then.

With Jean and Connie, the conversation would've been very difficult. Sasha. How do you talk about Sasha and forgiveness in the same sentence? So Eren was tortured by his fate, by having to see everything play out as he'd seen it, without any change, and Sasha's death was one of the many terrible consequences - doesn't negate the fact that it still happened only because he "chose" this path. All the people in the 104th truly have an incredibly tight bond - it is what makes it all the more painful knowing that Eren drifted away until he had to be killed by the very same group of people. I like to imagine Jean and Connie beat him up, really. Among the many female characters in SnK, Sasha was someone with an incredibly pure soul - she cared about people and food and fun - and her death was catastrophic. Eren's selfishness caused it, there's no other way to put it. There's also the dynamic between Jean and Eren - that love-hate rivalry that was so sad to see end. And so I want to believe Jean and Connie just keep pummeling him until they're all tired and they stare at the sunset, reminiscing on all the times Eren was a reckless piece of shit.

Falco and Gabi then. The former will honestly carry the guilt of ferrying Mr. Kruger's letters to and fro, during Eren's homeless era. In this respect, I like to think that Eren will tell him not to carry it, to blame it all on him, because he's the one that lied and made him do it. What can possibly be worse than willingly inflicting guilt on a child as young as he once was? Let Eren be cool for once, and offer this reassurance. How Falco deals with it as he grows up, is another story. As for Gabi - the textbook example of brainwashing, she is a splitting image of Eren in so many ways. Eren however, did not allow himself to find the acceptance that Gabi did. And so perhaps what he tells her, is that he's glad. Glad that she joined the alliance to stop him. It's enough that there's one Eren in the world.

Who's left?

Ah. Annie.

This is honestly very interesting to me because, first of all, I just know that the minute Eren opens his mouth in Paths, Annie's knee is going to dislocate his jaw. She has not one iota of sympathy for this pathetic loser causing so much trouble, making her fight when she didn't want to, but because he dragged his dearest friend (and her future husband ffs) into the chaos. He wasn't. Letting. Her. Be. In. Peace. Oh she's going to snap a few bones and put them in a blender, I know it, I know it!

But jokes aside! Annie and Eren are also, a bit similar in some respects. Both are selfish, incredibly so, it's only that their end goals are vastly different in scale. At the same time, they are also both people who care for their loved ones, even if they don't openly show it. They see themselves as monsters, but are loved by the people around them nevertheless. Annie never really had anything like a real childhood, and the concept of having friends was something unnecessary and foreign in her terrible upbringing. I really think that it was only in Paradis that she found comfort, some warmth, what food tastes like when shared with people that treated her more or less the same as anybody else, and so learned to open up (very slightly). But still having a wall around her to keep potential threats at bay and to conserve her energy, it must've felt quite special when Eren appreciated her fighting skills and even took them to heart, making an effort to learn for himself. At a time when she probably prided herself on her strength and fighting prowess alone and nothing else, that could've been incredibly validating.

She didn't hate Eren. She thought of him as a moron, but she didn't hate him. She didn't really hate anybody, the way Eren also never "truly" hated anybody. They were just forced at each other's throats by his choice. We have to remember that Eren also didn't find it easy to accept that Annie was the FT. He did really look up to her and admire her.

I like to think he understood her dedication to sticking to her mission, not as being loyal to Marley, but for a reason more personal (not sure if he could've known about her father, post gaining his future memories..?) and that, that in itself, isn't wrong. Eren's selfishness also stems from an incredibly personal desire after all.

So what would they talk about? Maybe he'd tell her she should continue to be selfish. Because her desires, unlike his own, are harmless. And also drop hints about how his, um, his best friend Armin, is very smart and also very hot and maybe she'd like to... Um... Idk? <3

Whew 🥲

Edit2: I forgot Historia. Idk, considering she'd just given birth and was probably conked out with exhaustion, it's nice to think he'd have just watched her holding her baby, sadly, whispered "You're free" and then disappeared.

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barrenclan · 12 hours

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i forgor if anyone’s requested this yet but andy you’re a star is a very deepprowl coded song

Yeah... yeah... yeah.

Leave your number on the locker and I'll give you a call Hey, shut up, hey, shut up, yeah Leave your legacy in gold on the plaques that line the hall Hey, shut up, hey, shut up, yeah

Andy, you're a star In nobody's eyes In nobody's eyes but mine

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I love the Footloose dedication, it's definitely got big Pinecorm energy to me.

I feel your heart It's beating time with mine You thought love, love Love was on the line

Break down the walls Well, you've got to cut the ties Well, there's pain Pain burning in your eyes

It's time to fight Well, it's time for tearing free Well, come Come running straight to me

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AWH yeah, she really does have big Pearl energy. Oh the yearning...

I was fine with the men Who would come into her life now and again I was fine 'cause I knew That they didn't really matter until you <- yeah. Egrettail

Who am I now in this world without her? Petty and dull, with the nerve to doubt her What does it matter? It's already done Now I've got to be there for her son <- SCREAMING. EGRETTAIL

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The name sounds familiar so I probably have gotten recommendations for them before, but not for these particular songs. For Spiracle, I would say it's DarkProwl to me.

Our bitter hearts are made out of sand Let me give you all the love that I have Before it slips right through my hands

So many days You've spent giving all your bullets my name If you can't shake the thrill of this game I'll let you shoot me all the same

Why do you let them eat away at your mind? Now you're waking like a dog in the night But you look like an angel in the light

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I want the parts of you you only show To the corner of your bathroom mirror I want the parts of your hand-grenade heart That beat slowly with anger and fear

I want your quiet, your screaming and thrashing The salt on your lips and the hands that God gave you And I want your violence, your silent sedation Your moon eyes, your telescope, morbid fixation

I want you, butterfly, I want you, sailor I am your lover and I am your jailor <- normal boss/lieutenant dynamic

Ouuugh yeah, that is definitely Thrasher. The apathy in how he destroys other people, along with the anger and righteousness for his own pain.

I am done pretending You have failed to find what's left I will suck you dry again Some are not worth saving You are such a pretty mess I will choke the life within

After the lights go out on you After your worthless life is through I will remember how you scream I can't afford to care

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BLACK FRIDAY MENTIONED!! My favorite Starkid musical...

What if tomorrow comes to break the dawn And take the night away What if tomorrow- What if tomorrow comes to break the dawn And there's no one to stay

Tomorrow will come Tomorrow won't come Tomorrow come today

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That's so real... they'd be so perfect for edgy PMVs.

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Waiter waiter! Another darkprowl!!

The bitter breeze from the wounds and melodies I've been fooled, I was never one to question Now you're here like a ride to take me anywhere I need to be

I wanna watch you wreck all the paintings in my house As you run down my wall (Holes of my life) Wash away these things I never needed

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I can see it being Slugpelt for sure! Rainhaze would be the magical clam, if this were animated or something.

The daughter of the ram and the fish Always had one secret wish That someone would love her Someday

The clam in his wisdom replied "It's the person you are inside That's the problem My dear"

"Sadly, you were doomed from the start There's an incurable longing in your heart And not even magic Can fix that"

#ask #anon #music #deepdark #prowl #rainhaze #pinepaw #cormorantpaw #thrasher #egrettail

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ismellpestilence · 2 years

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I hate you constant production of sequels and prequels. I hate you reboots that contribute nothing. I hate you origin stories that no one asked for. I hate you everyone that makes adaptations and leave the original creator in the dark. I hate you everyone that takes stories and strips away everything they have to say so it can appeal to every possible person. I hate you everyone involved who thinks no one notices when you directly ignore the events/cannon of the previous installment. I hate you shows that only make sense if you've seen all the other shows. I hate you studios that think you can buy yourselves a good story.

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craycraybluejay · 3 months

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people think i'm "rude" for being too blunt/too honest but if i took some kind of uncontrollable truth-telling serum i would be actually suicide-inducingly horrible to be around. i'm honest but trust that i take care to be much more polite, fair, and controlled at most times than I want to. you could not take 5 minutes of me blurting out everything that goes on in my brain in gruesome detail, especially pertaining to You specifically. kindness and courtesy are neither a weakness nor proof of some inherent purity. they are a bore of a chore. and while it is an incredibly irritating chore it is required in order to exist (less) hassled by society.

idk. it's truly annoying to spend much effort and energy on all of everything alone. and after accepting no help will come your way, no ackmowledgement or reward for your work comes either. and not only. instead comes punishment. punishment for the grave sin of not being good enough at pretending like i love small talk and not being good enough at kissing ass and not being good enough at neither keeping my head down and doing nothing nor making waves. not being good enough no matter which way you turn, what weight you pull, how much pain you opt to ignore in favour of pushing onward. there is no prize, no safe space, there is only the anger in the meaningless and base fight to survive. hatred, death, despair, the deep wells of agony. and within it all a part of you screams itself hoarse and then quiet to break the dam. at such high capacity, it doesnt matter of its toxic sludge or just water. "just water" kills everything in its path. tsunamis, typhoons, tropical storms, rainstorms, deadly hail... a little bit builds up and in the right place it can be cried out, or redirected, or simply evaporate in the warm, kind, invigorating rays of the sun. but what then if there is no place for that kind of thing. you are the river above a city and you grow and you grow and come the next storm you may just flatten it all to nothing with everyone inside. the dam allows no space to move or grow smaller. you grow so big you don't know if it's even a river anymore. what you are is some strange unnatural body with a riptide so intense it rivals the wildest ocean tides.

i remember the time i almost got swallowed by a storm riptide clearly. it took just a touch of the water and i am being pulled by a force stronger than anything i have felt before or again, something wild and so much bigger. a storm that no longer wants or has any purpose or even one clear cause... without reason, it doesn't *want* to destroy ships and tug people to their crushed deaths. no. it just-- will. it will do that. it has no will but it will kill you. it will destroy everything. what a beautiful terror. but why in me. tugging tugging tugging. sometimes i wish my weak little kid body got seized by the riptide and that i could not break free at all. that would be an epic death.

#rambles #someone promised me a visit to a rage room!!!! they must deliver!!!!!!#i must admit i do look down on the one that rages like a traumatized little bitch-- dog #at every little thing #the one who-- in the real world-- is too angry and stupid even to shut its mouth when it kills itself #here i am with all this anger you put inside me and its enough to genuinely want to wipe our planet dead #and here i am calmly listening to you air your pathetic grievances while i think of smashing your skull in with this hammer #and you. you... like a little baby given power.#and here i fucking am taking it and trying so hard to maintain. as if it wouldnt be such a relief to just let go #as if i havent envied you for your senseless retarded pursuit of being so unapologetically terrible to people #as if i wouldnt do anything to trade our minds and places and be the stupid eternal toddler #people think the things i occasionally say or do are anger. it is not #how many switches will you flip and buttons will you push until you choose the wrongest one yet #how much longer must i withstand this pressure with my hands under me and my teeth pressed firmly together #how many more times do i have to stop in the middle of acting on instinct. instinct to survive and fight #instinct that will destroy indiscriminately.#if its like this for long enough... do you think water can become fire? youve heard of hell freezing over but have you heard of earth #becoming hell?#again i cant sleep. the energy is suffocating. i need to be held tightly and to tussle till my body gives out #no i need to feel bones crack under me.

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gothamcityneedsme · 2 months

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god im thinking about furi again

#Shitpost #Depending on how you play either all you want is freedom or all you want is subjugation (to complete that which you were built for)#your very existance brings harm.#but you can learn. You can change.#mechanically the way the story ends (the ending that lets you fight every boss in a game where boss fights are the only mechanic)#makes it so you are inspired to no longer do harm #the world literally crumbles under your feet because you are death. which is why everyone seeks to stop you #but YOU know youre one of many #A legion that will fight until it wins. And you can choose to destroy your own origin #its just soooo good. Okay.

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one-half-guy · 9 months

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Thinking here about the theory that Gold were originally from the future of Blaze's dimension...

That would be soooo sad and tragic: She didn't only spent over a decade out of her birth dimension, she spent ⅔ of her life out of her "home" dimension, she was raised in this other dimension so that's the place she can call home, no hope of ever return to her original world because in the last time she saw her original world, it was being frozen at time, being petrified in an expression of terror for eternity, entirely by a huge and powerful monster.

Onyx City is, with all its defects, the home she knows that is not destroyed and beyond salvation. The place where she built lasting and solid memories, the world she adapted to live in, the home that there's a hero to protect...

At this point, she has no reason to look for a way to fix her original world, and even if it was possible, she has no reason to go back...

Meanwhile someday the Genesis Portal take the Team Psych to Blaze's world... And so? That world is nothing like the few she remembers, she wouldn't recognize... She would never be able to learn that this beautiful world full of life she's standing in for this moment will be, in a couple of centuries foward, the stage of the apocalypse that she witnessed around 10 years ago... She will NEVER know...

"Wow Silver, this friend of yours lives in a pretty nice kingdom around here." THIS KINGDOM WILL BE EITHER FROZEN IN A EXPRESSION OF TERROR OR DEVOURED FROM THE TIMELINE IN ABOUT 2 CENTURIES!!! But you'll never know...

Unless some Blaze's descendant around in the future is able to harness the power of the Sol Emeralds, so is able to fight back the Second Devourer... What means that the time passed there as well and everyone she knew learned to live without her...

Anyway, in either scenarios an adaptation would be hard and could be seem as "pointless": In a hand, if they couldn't fight back at first and the world just could be restored now, the time has not passed to them, Gold changed a LOT and is basically a stranger to these people that she remembers near to nothing about; In other hand, in case they could fight back and defeat the beast, this whole world might have changed too much from the few she could recall, nobody and nothing is the same as she can remind even if it's vaguely...

In both hands, she has already adapted to call Onyx City "home", the people she knows and learned to trust live in there...

#idk what's my point at first i though 'wow this would be simultaneously as tragic as funny' and as wrote down I realized it's only tragic...#all the funny part was supported only by the thought 'imagine if somehow they learn that would be quite awkward to tell Blaze haha'-#-WHAT WAS ME THINKING?!!?#that's only more angsty! imagine you learn that the world you protect with your life will inevitably destroyed soon...#nobody will be there to protect it... everyone will be terrified until the last second...#also considering Gold as Silver's equivalent as Blaze is Sonic's equivalent... so Gold wad supposed to be the time traveler of that dimensio #but then she was attacked before she could be properly ready and so this portal just sucked her out erasing the lil chances that world-#-still had... actually the whole time devourer thing condemned that world... that anomaly was the only thing the time traveler couldn't-#-survive to or fight against... at least not by the time... maybe a trained Gold could control the beast's mind and send it away...#okay now we finished #Gold the tenrec #blaze the cat #sol dimension #thank you for your time #and for read my rambling #only tragedy... geez...#now i'm imagining how Gold would deal with the things she would have to change in the past if she assumed the time traveler role...#for sure she would count more on get cooperation than try to tackle it recklessly like somebody #the cooperation would have to be from Blaze (I swear it's not my Goldaze side speaking) unless you're considering some Shadow counterpart-#-in the play... what would mean some dadow equivalent?!?! (dadow side speaking loud) it gives me sooo many ideas 🤣🤣#soo sad I'll never elaborate none #sorry for these monstrosities called tags

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rustedleopard · 2 years

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Whenever I think about how I characterize Porky, I always come back to this quote I read in a short story in the Twelve Kingdoms series regarding the trial of a prisoner named Shudatsu, who (among many other crimes) killed a young child just to steal the small amount of cash he had on him, and held no remorse for his crime. This is the quote:

The bitter realization occurred to Eikou—the man himself possessed no powers of self-analysis. His was an unexamined life. He had no substantive awareness of his crimes and was not about to face up to his actions and gain that awareness. Calling himself “trash” was the tortoise shell he crawled inside, and he was content to stay there forever. No words would persuade him otherwise and no words could wound him. (Prison of Dusk: Chapter 8, Twelve Kingdoms, trans. Eugene Woodbury. Emphasis added by me).

This quote makes me go !!!!!! because that’s exactly how I characterize Porky: someone who is capable of doing so many horrible things because he uses “I’m a terrible person” as his armor to protect himself from doing any sort of self reflection.

My interpretation of his character is why seeing him being characterized as “a terrible person who was always going to end up a monster” or “innocent because his family/Giygas who made him this way” irks me so so much! Saying that Porky was always a terrible person doesn’t really show respect to his character. He’s an abused child. His parents demeaned him and in the Japanese version, his father physically abused him in the beginning of the game. Unconditional love, kindness, and respect were likely commodities in his house (and while Porky’s closeness with Picky is left a bit vague, Picky did wait for Porky on the hill when he ran off. Meanwhile, during Fourside, Picky was abandoned at home while Porky and his father (and mother? My memory is a bit foggy) were living it up, so make of their relationship what you will).

But on the other side of the coin, saying that Porky’s family/Giygas is solely responsible for his behavior is annoying because he’s capable of independent thought. Porky does have at least some idea of what’s right and wrong considering that he begs for Ness’ forgiveness in Happy Happy Village after kidnapping Paula and joining a cult. And while Buzz Buzz admits that Giygas sways people to do evil, my interpretation of how Giygas’ powers work is that he cannot force you to do anything that you aren’t at least somewhat willing to do: he can only make the worse options seem more appealing. If he was capable of outright possession, then what stops him from possessing your sister/mom/dog/every NPC you encounter and making them attack you? There’s still a choice to do the right thing, even if he can make you feel like the wrong choices are more appealing.

To me, Porky is someone who was born in unfortunate circumstances which made him feel powerless and weak and when an opportunity arose to get power (wealth, influence, followers), he jumped on it. And when people grew upset with him because the power he’s accessed is hurting others, instead of doing some self-examination and giving it up, he saw himself as the victim and doubled down. He took the words that people threw at him, “horrible” “terrible” “rotten” “bad,” and decided that if that was how he was going to be seen both as the abused child and as Giygas’ right-hand man, then he may as well live with it and enjoy his power regardless. In the end, being a terrible person was a place of safety for him because he would never have to confront his own actions and see that the only thing he’s truly accumulated is a wealth of shame.

#pokey tag #this is a follower exclusive take BABEY!#please ignore my poor attempt at an in-text citation. i'm not about to bust out the purdue owl for this #i 100% believe that if porky didn't have such an awful family he wouldn't have ended up that way #the circumstances of his birth put him at a disadvantage to resist g.iygas' influence #but he still took a shovel and dug his morals down until they were doing limbo w/ the devil #that was a choice that he made for himself.#i know he was a kid and kids do stupid stuff but he's also old enough to know basic morality #and that teaming up with the Universal Cosmic Destroyer is a really bad thing to do #and also turning animals into chimeras/brainwashing people/trying to destroy the world/etc is really bad too #this is about a medium level take on how i interpret him. it doesn't hit every point but it hits the major ones #this is why i can't see porky trying to redeem himself. redemption cannot arise from an outside mediator #and he doesn't want to redeem himself either. he wants to enjoy himself and his power. he doesn't want to take things seriously #he'd rather live inside the title of 'a bad person' because it's easy. he never has to ask himself hard questions #he never has to confront himself or grow or change at all. he does what he wants because he's 'a bad person' so you can't expect #better behavior from him.#this is also my interpretation of his character though so like. if you disagree that's fine #variety is the spice of life (and salt is the seasoning of death so don't be salty in my inbox)#(also please please read the 12k chapter link i left above. context may be hard to understand but i see so many similarities between Porky #and Shudatsu that it's insane)

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astrxealis · 1 year

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i am so obsessed with fandaniel tbh. epitome of guy i want to shake around in a jar and study. i want to bite him. i want to put a clown nose and cat ears on him and watch him burn down the world and fall off a cliff.

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#⋯ ꒰ა ffxiv ໒꒱ *·˚#he tickles my brain in a way no other can ... i cannot describe the different powerful holds ffxiv characters have on me #his introduction... the first time he introduces himself to zenos. and the first time you get acquainted with him #and all of his appearances until the last. and. and. all parts of fandaniel are just so...!!#raha and themis are my faves and theres hyth and alisaie and venat and so many more but then theres zenos and fandaniel #i love how ffxiv does their antags tbh. there is a certain flavour to it i cannot really describe #i love the different stories of people who deserved 'better'. but they've caused so many atrocities too and #not everyone gets their redemption arc but some do! some do. even if it takes a long slow time #<- stormblood with that ... and shadowbringers ......#all parts of ffxiv story mean something to me even with all the imperfections. and. agh. yeah #i think of the warriors of darkness and the shadowkeeper. their story. i think of mide and her love. their story. i think of the dragons #and how they tell their stories in song. i think of the dad who could have been such great heroes... i think of what they could have been.#and ffxiv makes me think so much and there's just such a massive world and it isn't even all of it yet. and there are so many other worlds #to explore! i am just so in love with final fantasy xiv. the way it is an mmo and an rpg. and very good at both.#the way the journey of 2.0 started with the world literally being destroyed... the way it is an mmo and for a long time our journey truly #will never end. the way millions of people have a sense of comraderie from just playing this game even with the so many different playstyles #and kinds of people who play it. the way those behind the game truly love and know it and respect the playerbase. and there is just so much #in it and i love final fantasy xiv so much and just. man.#this came from a post talking about how silly fandaniel is... oh my god

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kaleuh · 2 years

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tomorrow, my house wont ever be the same ever again.

#how many more funerals must i attend this year?#and now the death of one of the most homest parts of my home?#i hope my swingset likes its new home where i am - it's not much but at the very least i can save it from being destroyed #unlike other things #i can only hope that maybe one day i'll have enough money to buy the house and put it back where it belongs #and then i can make peanut butter sandwiches and sit on my swings and lay where my pets are buried until the world ends #Kayla's personal life

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a-queen-of-the-clouds · 2 months

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The US white savior complex runs so deep it even affects the same people who thinks are doing things differently lol

#'they're bombing them during the super bowl😭😭'#most of the world does not watch that shit tiffany #and no the rest of the world was in fact NOT sleeping #there was at lease one whole ass continent still awake #guess what they're gonna kill and destroy Palestinians lives at whatever hour they want because your country is still founding them #no matter how many tweets you sent #the so called land of the brave yet you are unable to take your self centered asses to the streets #and burn everything until they stopped committing a genocide with YOUR money #anyway.#stop*

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yandere-writer-momo · 2 months

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Thinking about a Yandere Demon Lord. This is Part 1.

Yandere Head Canons:

Defying Destiny

Yandere Demon Lord x Isekai Saintess Reader x Yandere Hero

TW: Voyeurism, stalking, Somniaphilia, dacryphillia, dark content, etc

Part 2

You were surprised to be alive after your cold fiancé pushed you into oncoming traffic when you got into an argument with him… all you had wanted was for him to show you that he loved you, but instead he killed you. Yet your life didn’t end… no. Far from it.

Rather than waking up in the supposed after life, you woke up in the Rerenth Kingdom. A fantasy kingdom in a magical world plagued with problems written in fiction novels. And the emperor explained to you, no, demanded that you to take on your role as Saintess to save them from the Demon King.

The demon king was now your enemy. Defeating him was the only way for you to go home… but did you even want to do that? In your last life and in this one, you were merely another unhappy pawn. The silk robes and dazzling abilities did nothing to shield you from the harsh reality of what your life has become once more… would you ever truly be free? Would you ever truly be happy?

The servants often spoke of the monstrous Demon King who controlled the forces of darkness that sought to destroy the light. A demonic entity none of the people in this kingdom had ever truly seen with their own eyes, but they believed him to be out there… how else were they to explain the supernatural happenings that plagued their kingdom? This entire ordeal made little sense to you since you hadn’t seen many disputes between humans and demons unless they were over territory. Vast majority of the time, it was humans that ventured into the demonic lands anyways. Was this perhaps some propaganda tactic? You didn’t know and you didn’t question it, you simply wanted to retire to a peaceful life.

It took a few weeks for you to be able to control your new holy power, but you were able to now harness it for barriers and for healing. Abilities that would be useless without a hero… a fact that the citizens soon realized so they began to devise another plan. To summon a hero!

Another few weeks passed by and they successfully summoned a valiant hero by the name of Reinhardt. His chiseled face was constantly covered by the taxidermied lion mask that adorned his face. The man was massive and intimidating, yet you couldn’t help but feel there was something familiar about him. You couldn’t place a finger on who he could possibly be since you didn’t know anyone else with an imposing stature like his but that gut feeling never left you.

Reinhardt would often glance you up and down when he thought you weren’t looking. His green eyes would bore into yours until you felt as if you’d be set ablaze. He was terrifying to you. Especially now that you were on a journey with him to defeat the demon king… along with a fox beastwoman fighter and an elven mage who had joined your party due to the emperor’s order. The Emperor didn’t see you to be enough aid to the hero on this important quest.

Both adventurers were quite rude to you at first since you had no offensive abilities. They often fawned over the hero who blatantly ignored their affections to instead watch over you like a hawk. A fact the two women didn’t really enjoy, but they accepted it as the weeks melted into months. And you still didn’t know their names since they never told you (and Reinhardt never spoke).

The three of them often fought and killed monsters and demons while you protected the supplies and healed their injuries. It upset you that your party ambushed them since the enemies usually were unarmed. Majority of the time, it was a one-sided slaughter. An endless bloodbath that you had no power to stop.

You often lied to your peers about monsters hiding, unaware that your small act of kindness would lead to a snowball effect in the future. You had now caught the eye of an entity much stronger than you and the hero’s party… all because you were merciful. You were kind and sweet. A true saintess.

Your softness had made your peers joke about you being a cry baby. The elven mage and beastwoman often jabbed their elbows into your side to joke about the tears you’d cry because they thought you were scared. The dense women never realized your tears were for the innocent monsters they slaughtered on a day to day basis too. You were never scared of the demons or monsters, you were scared of them.

Yet Reinhardt nipped the subtle bullying in the bud by shoving the other two adventures away from you with his strong arms. He always made sure you were safe before he offered his body for healing… which he’d just make gesture at you with his hands rather than speak. It seemed he was fond of you, a fondness you didn’t understand since he never spoke to you.

Reinhardt would often pick you up without asking you and tuck you into the crook of his large arm. It bothered you that he never took off his mask, but he had quite an attractive jawline with the slightest bit of stubble. There was not a doubt in your mind that Reinhardt was likely an attractive man, but that didn’t matter. Since he was creepy.

Reinhardt never uttered a word to you but would always dutifully stand by your side (or carry you like some sort of damsel). He often reminded you of your ex fiancé with his stoic demeanor and his bewitching green eyes. And the staring. You swore you felt bare under his gaze even if you had multiple layers on.

And it wasn’t just his eyes you felt on you, you swore there was someone else watching you in the shadows and the possibility of you having another stalker made your skin crawl. Had you finally gone insane from having Reinhardt be around you 24/7? Or was there something sinister amiss?

Maybe that’s why Reinhardt so dutifully clung to you? Whether his protection was out of obligation or simply because he lusted for you, his presence did little to ease the extra set of eyes. In fact, he made it worse.

Wherever you were, Reinhardt was never far. He was with you when you bathed to stand guard. He was carrying you if you couldn’t keep up with him and the rest of the hero’s party. Reinhardt even began to stay in your tent with you…

He didn’t utter a word when he watched over you whenever you had nightmares. Reinhardt never woke you up from the horrific dreams of the man with pitch black hair and sharp talons pulling you into his lap and having his way with you. No, Reinhardt instead dragged his tongue down your tear stricken face in delight.

Reinhardt knew his actions were wrong, but he couldn’t help but fawn over your helpless form. You were so weak without his protection… you were a lamb sent to a slaughter that luckily had a herding dog with you. You should be grateful Reinhardt had such an intense interest in you, otherwise you could have perished earlier on at the goblin camps. Or those other two party members would have likely broken a few of your bones from rough housing. You were a frail bird that needed to be locked up at all times and Reinhardt was willing to be the one to do that! He would keep you safe, even if it took you years to understand even an ounce of his magnitude of feelings for you. He was a patient man!

It wasn’t uncommon for you to wake up in your tent with Reindhart’s imposing form standing over you ominously. You’d cry every single time, but he’d make no move to comfort you. Only stare.

Over the last four weeks, you begin to receive little trinkets in your tent on the daily. Delicacies that Reinhardt would immediately pitch once he saw them, but it filled you with anxiety that he was not the one slipping you those gifts… who on earth could be gifting you such pretty rocks and wild flowers?

You were flattered, just the tiniest bit, by the small, temporary gifts. They were much more welcomed than the iron grip of Reinhardt’s arms. Even though the sender made you anxious, it was nice to know that someone took you into consideration. It was a small action that filled you with hope. Perhaps you would be saved from this fate?

Shame you didn’t understand just how much those tiny gifts upset the hero. Your eyes should only be on him. Your entire purpose should revolve around him. Reinhardt wanted to find the individual who sent you these gifts so he could rip them limb from limb. You belonged to him and he would show you that you had no way of escaping him. You were going to be his bride! Whether you liked it or not, the hero had chosen you as his destined one!

Recently, you’d wake up to him laying beside you in your tent with his large arms wrapped around you. His Roman nose buried into the crook of your neck. This was far worse than him lingering in your tent since he had become so physical.

And your peers did nothing about his harassment of you. To them, it was cute that the hero was so ‘enamored’ with the Saintess! You’ve even heard whispers of how the emperor will no doubt arrange a marriage between the two of you once the four of you eliminated the demon king. It terrified you even more because you knew you’d have little say in the matter… your life was spiraling out of your own control once more. This time, into the arms of some brute with attachment issues. You didn’t want to marry another emotionally constipated man! You wanted to have freedom!

You often cried yourself to sleep which only made Reinhardt even more overbearing. He now would press kisses to your cheeks and cuddle his body into yours. Even in your dreams, you couldn’t escape this massive man. If only you could be saved…

And when you drifted off into an unnaturally heavy sleep, your barriers deactivated. An action that allowed the Demon King to finally slip into your party’s camp and take what he wanted. You.

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animeficsworld · 4 months

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The Caged Beast

Itadori Yuji x Reader / Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

There was a curse living inside your husband.

The strongest curse was only able to stay alive inside Itadori.

Rather than choosing death, Sukuna decided to stay in Yuji.

As the years passed, many things happened.

Yuji changed, grew into a man, met you and got married.

You were a kind soul.

Someone even Sukuna looked at with suspicion.

Kind yet deadly, is the correct description.

You could be smiling, baking cookies in one second and in the next, you could be slaying curses left and right.

Sukuna had to admit, that Yuji chose well. He approved of you.

And now, after three years of marriage, you were pregnant.

Your first child and Sukuna knew it would be a girl.

A little girl indeed.

A beautiful and healthy little girl.

A true princess.

Yuji helped you every second of your pregnancy and even now with your baby.

He helped when he didn't have to go to fight.

Like now, Yuji was out with Megumi while you gave a bath to your daughter.

Yui, lovingly named after his father, was a rather calm baby. She liked to sleep and babble when she was awake.

Yui adored her father and you. She wanted to be held at all times.

A true princess.

You soon dried her with a soft towel and got her into her fluffy pyjamas.

Placing her on your chest you started to watch a show on TV.

The front door opened, but you were too immersed in the show to care.

"Food is on the table, I'm watching this, I hope the lady wins!" you said not looking away but you did notice your husband walk into the room. He moved over and got Yui from your chest, placing it on his as he sat down next to you on the couch.

His silence should have alarmed you.

It truly should have.

But it didn't.

Instead, you didn't even notice that Yuji didn't say a word until the show was long finished.

Then you felt it, the change, but it didn't scare you.

"Nice to see you from time to time. What prompted your visit?" you turned and looked at Ryomen.

His eyes locked with yours.

"I just wanted to see my Princess." he said as he ran his hand down Yui's back.

"She is Yuji's Princess." you said as you reached for your cup of tea and started to drink.

"I live inside this idiot. You made sure I would never leave. At least, let me have an hour with her."

You found it strange how Ryomen liked your daughter so much.

"You can have your hour. Just making sure you know she is not yours."

"She is My Princess. The only being on this world worth being in this idiot's body."

"Ouch. So it is not worth living for me? And here I thought we had a thing."

"I would have made you my bride. You are way too powerful for me to ignore." you nodded and began to look for something on the TV.

Yui slowly began to stir.

"She must be hungry," you said. "Her bottle is on the counter." you pointed behind yourself, not looking away from the TV.

"Are you joking?"

"It is part of your hour, go feed her."

Sukuna mumbled something under his breath before leaving to get the bottle.

As he sat in her room, feeding and burping her, Sukuna wondered if he should tell you.

Since he became a part of Itadori's body, when you bonded their souls during a fight, technically this was as much as his body as it was Itadori's. So technically, the child sleeping in his arms was as much his as it was Itadori's.

Yuji asked you during a very intense fight to bond Sukuna to his body. Destroy the rest of his fingers and kill him.

But you couldn't do it.

You love Yuji too much to hurt him, instead, you bonded Sukuna to his soul, using Yuji as a cage to hold the beast.

You didn't know but by doing so, you got Sukuna's blood mixed with Yuji's. You didn't know or rather you chose to ignore the fact.

Sukuna was sure you didn't know but had suspicions.

You were a smart woman after all.

But you loved Yuji. Sukuna was just a plus one in the mix, one no one asked for or needed. But he was there.

Yui is Yuji's daughter. And you will never let anyone tell you otherwise.

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You looked up as he exited the room, it was Yuji this time.

You smiled at him as you rushed to hug him.

"Did you put her to sleep?"

"Yup. Weird, I can't remember coming home."

"You are too tired, let's go to bed."

Yuji smiled and you both moved to the bedroom.

You quickly fell asleep when Ryomen decided that he still had 10 minutes of his hour.

He looked at you sleeping beside him, it was strange. He only ever cared about power.

He lived to see the fear in people.

And yet, you never feared him, he feared you.

Your fierce attitude, your power and that look... is that what they call a mother's look? You could make the entire room shut up with just one look of yours.

Fierce and powerful. Yuji didn't deserve you in his eyes, he did.

But he was okay with getting just an hour with you and Yui... for now.

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 5 months

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Danny, at 17, did not have the best love life. This is partially because two of his must haves in a partner are " Will protect me with their life" and "Will commit unspeakable acts of violence for me" or at least beat someone up for his honor.

Naturally, this doesn't always result in the most stable of partners.

His first girlfriend, Valerie, became an anti-hero and broke up with him for his safety.

He finally got with Sam in sophomore year only for the feds to come into class one day to arrest her. To his surprise, her crimes had nothing to do with ghosts but rather an incident where she went too far and committed a few acts of economic terrorism. Danny and Tucker never really learned the specifics of the crimes, and her parents hushed up as many news outlets as they could, so there wasn't much info to go around. All they knew was that she saved thousands of lives by doing it.

In the end, she was sentenced to eight years, and she broke up with him so that he wouldn't wait around for her to get out.

His third partner was a guy named David who was really sweet. Unfortunately, Danny got kidnapped one day by David's arch nemesis, who was some villain with a corny edge lord name. Yeah. David had become a a super hero after they started dating.

And if you guessed that he freaked out and dumped Danny for his own protection, you'd deserve a cookie.

Danny was noticing a pattern here. One that continued with everyone he dated. They always became some kind of hero before dumping him for his own protection, and it was infuriating. Sure, danny could defend himself, but he was never deep enough into the relationship to reveal his phantom half, and frankly, his hero career was something he left behind when he left Amity and destroyed the portals.

He met Tim at a skatepark after Tim fell off his board cause of some jerk speeding out in front of him on his own board, forcing Tim to stop or else hit the guy. The guy was unrepentant and Tim calmed him down (this did not stop him from melting the guys wheels with an ectoblast when no one was looking).

Tim then asked him to coffee. Danny, noticing how cute Tim was, agreed.

Danny was up front with his parents being mad scientists in Illinois. He always was with all the people he dated. It was better not to hide these kinds of things or worse, wait until you're already attached and afraid of losing them. So he always told potential partners as early as possible. Tim seemed a bit put off by this but was calmer about it than most, and they continued chatting.

Tim didn't seem like the type to turn to heroism or anti heroism so he felt safe on their later dates. It was only after he had known Tim for a while that he put the pieces together.

Tim was always covered in bruises that he hid with his clothes and make up, he had complained about batman over the phone when he thought danny couldn't hear, he was rich, he knew how to fight as revealed by his stances and footwork dispite trying to pretend he didn't, and lastly he held a lot of political power and influence being Bruce Wayne's son. Power he had no reservations using when it suited him or he was just feeling petty (that pettiness was part of why danny was falling for him harder than he thought he could)

No wonder Tim was so okay with his parents being rouges.

Tim was a villain!

At least Tim wouldn't leave him like all his exes. Danny doesn't think he could handle it if he did. Another good thing about this is now he can talk more freely about the more villainous and morally gray ideas and inventions when he was alone with Tim.

Tim didn't see anything wrong with Danny's idea to use something similar to cloning pods to make synthetic meats like rump roasts and steaks as a way to end world hunger and was eager to add to the conversation.

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