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planetsandmagic · 4 months

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the star and the unwanted child

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #ryomen sukuna #tengen #heian au #this is just an au i have in my head. do not take this srsly #edit: i wont delete this bc i think it looks nice #still its very indulgent.#my art

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damien-wolfram-art · 7 months

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To be a Father

The air was biting and the wind wouldn’t let up. Sakumo could feel a light wriggling against his chest where his baby was pressed flush against him, taking in all the warmth his father could give to him. Kakashi had only been born a few months prior, but now it was early winter and his life was in danger.

Sakumo followed his nose, taking shelter in a nearby burrow that his trusty old white wolf, Ookami, had created as a den for him and his pack. “Sorry old pal. It looks like I’ll have to rely on you and the rest of the pack just one more night,” whispered the young man apologetically.

The new father produced his squirming bundle of leathers and furs topped with a few matching white wisps of hair from beneath his clothing. Ookami sniffed him twice and shared with Sakumo an accepting glance. With utmost care he took Kakashi from his father further into the den where he deposited him with one of the nursing females of the pack. She could take care of him.

The brief respite allowed Sakumo a rare moment to contemplate the events that had brought him to such a low. The Animal User hating paranoid Nohara played a sizable role in them, but Sakumo wanted to go further– to find something joyful in all his suffering. As Ookami returned to Sakumo’s side and rested his heavy head in his pack leader’s lap, Sakumo did just that. He went further.

Yuki was the first to recognize his worth in this world, so it was no surprise to him that when it came time for him to choose a mate, he chose her. He’d traveled with his pack for a long time before he found her. She had been traveling with the Senju in search of a new home. There were many who were skeptical of Animal Users, but Yuki was not one of them. She admired his skills, was enamored by Ookami, and supported him in the advocation of his people. They were wed during their travels.

When the Senju founded The Senju Village, there were many who traveled with them that wished to remain amongst their friendly travel companions. Thus, The Senju Village quickly became known simply as The Leaf Village for its dense temperate forests. Yuki had always dreamed of the day her nomadic life would end and when she would have a home of her own to settle down in so she jumped at the chance to stay with the Senju. Sakumo did as well.

Luckily for him, the Senju leader, Hashirama, was a hospitable man who welcomed all into his growing village. He had his vigilant younger brother, Tobirama, assessing each potential citizen. Sakumo was deemed not only benign, but beneficial to their settlement. Thus Sakumo began a humble and peaceful life with his wife there.

During this formative time for The Leaf Village, Hashirama proved just how gregarious and family oriented he could be. He encouraged many wandering clans to join them and held many jovial celebrations to mark their entries. The one that stood out most to Sakumo was a festival Hashirama aptly named: Matsurimara. He was determined to participate.

It began with a month of harai: ritual abstinence. Sakumo would’ve been lying if he said this part was easy. He had become quite intimate with Yuki. Her long snow white locks and slender curves called to him. They slept wrapped up in each other's arms nightly and there were mornings that the ache between his legs made it a struggle to pull himself away from her.

Somehow, Sakumo made it through the month. It was late December and the day of the matsuri was upon him. He woke before the sun that day and dressed warmly, knowing what would come next. It was a few hour’s walk to The Nakano River. He and a slew of hopeful men accompanied the Senju brothers upstream to a place where the water crashed down from a cliff. By now the sun had risen and the mist from the waterfall glistened, giving off a mystical aura.

Each man took his turn to remove his clothing and jump in. They bore the weight and temperature of the falls for as long as they could in a display of misogi: ritual bathing for purification. Upon entering the icy falls, Sakumo gasped involuntarily. He no longer felt any desire for his wife. He scrubbed himself vigorously in an attempt to warm himself even a little, but this was as fruitless as his shriveled manhood felt in the frigid deluge. He quickly lost feeling in his fingers and toes; it was then he knew he had to leave the water.

His breathing didn’t slow down until minutes after he was dry and reclothed. He watched patiently as the others, including the Senju brothers, finished their misogi. Then, the men trekked back to The Leaf Village.

Waiting for them were festivities unlike anything Sakumo had ever seen. While the men were away, their lovers had decorated the paths with elaborate colorful paper and bamboo trappings. There were offerings of sake and food surrounding many mikoshi shrines dedicated to various fertility kami with well known names such as, Inari.

The men then took up these shrines and for the next hour they paraded the kamis’ blessings around the village. The uplifting music and encouraging cheers of their partners convinced Sakumo and the other men to find the strength to persevere until it was time for the naorai feast. The mikoshi were returned to their places and the men finally sat down.

Nothing felt more gratifying to Sakumo that day than eating a large meal of delicious blessed offerings with his wife beside him. When they were satisfied and Hashirama had his fair share of sake, the true festivities began. The men who hadn’t had enough exercise, participated in feats of athleticism. There was also music and dance for several hours.

Late in the night, a slightly inebriated Hashirama called the festivities to a close with a wish of luck, prosperity, and most importantly fertility. Some stayed behind to assist with the cleaning efforts, but many, Sakumo included, went home to try out that luck. If Kakashi’s existence was anything, it was evidence of that luck.

Months later, he was holding his wife from behind and caressing the spot that held what she insisted was their unborn son.

“Since he is your son. What will you call him?” She asked him.

Sakumo never felt like a decision was more important. “Well,” he hesitated, thinking it over. “If I am the product of my parents, then I’m like the crops in the field. If you are the snow that blankets that field in winter, then I would very much like him to be the protector of that field. I’ll call him, Kakashi– our little scarecrow.”

A snowflake flitted in through the entrance of the burrow, wresting Sakumo from his thoughts when it landed on his cheek just below his left eye. Ookami lifted his head when Sakumo started. The man reciprocated his companion’s support with a heavy pat on the head and Ookami returned to his more relaxed state on his lap. “Yuki…” Sakumo whispered into the howling wind, “I know he is too young now, but one day, that boy will live up to his name.” He chuckled as a cutting wind chastised him. “I know you won’t make it easy for us. Fatherhood could never be so simple.”

He paused for another moment, forming his thoughts while breathing in his bitter-sweet reality. “Tell ya what, If we can make it through this Winter, I’ll be a real father and I’ll find us a real territory. Just like you wanted for him.”

Outside of the burrow, the storm began to calm.

@narutokinktober

@bitchbot3000

@anannua In case you wondered about Kakashi's origins.

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clairewritesjjkxreader · 4 months

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Sukuna’s Wife and Yuuji’s Onee-chan (Sukuna x Reincarnated!Y/N) scenario: Heian era childhood

Request by @serendipitylovescat

A/N: This is a possible origin story for Sukuna and Y/N in this onee-chan au, but I haven’t made up my mind as to how the two met and what their lives were like in the early days. Much like with the Joker’s multiple choice past, it’s the mystery that keeps on giving. Anyway, HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE.

Trigger warning: child abuse, bullying, violence, swearing

Ryomen Sukuna. Two-faced Sukuna. Bastard. Murderer. Halfling. Demon.

Normally, parents give extra thought when naming their children. For a lot of boys, they’re usually named based on desired traits like “strong” or “powerful.” But for this son, his father snidely called him “two-faced” and the name stuck.

Like every baby when they are born, Sukuna arrived in this world covered in blood and weeping. The other villagers could only think of the worst outcome for his mother. After all, so many young wives who were healthier than she died during labor, so it was only normal to expect the stick-thin woman to pass on.

But for better or worse, she survived.

A smooth delivery would normally be a thing of celebration, a living mother and her plump baby were supposed to be a blessing. For Sukuna’s parents, such a thing was a curse.

Born with four arms and four eyes and suspiciously symmetrical birthmarks, such an abomination could only be a curse.

His father suspected his wife of seducing a yōkai, he became a drunk and beat his wife daily, unwilling to even look at the thing that she claimed to be his own son. The other villagers believed that he ate his twin inside their mother and was punished by the gods.

No one knew the truth, not even the child himself.

One thing they could all agree on was this: Sukuna was a monster.

He was a monster who pushed his father into doing bad things. He was a monster who caused his mother shame and suffering, as she loved to remind him every single day.

Sukuna leaned on the tree, watching as the other kids in their little village played tag. His stomach growled but he could only ignore it. If he returned home to eat, his mother would yell at him. He only ate when she was asleep or beaten into unconsciousness by his father.

“Found you.”

Sukuna looked up and beamed. That’s right, everyone except one person hated him.

Unlike him, you were normal as far as his eyes could see, but you didn’t like staying in your house and you didn’t talk about your family. Neither of you liked anything or anyone in this village, only each other.

“Onigiri with fatty tuna I caught this morning,” you said, sitting next to him.

Sukuna voraciously bit into the rice and fish, savoring every moment with gratitude. “You’re the best cook I know.”

“Tell me if you want some tea. I managed to sneak some out.”

“Thanks–” his grin faded when he spotted familiar black and blue spots on your inner arm. They were the same bruises his mother had when she tried to block her husband’s hands.

“Who did this?” He asked, his three free hands grabbing your wrist.

“Ryo-chan,” you said his nickname–you were the only one who was never afraid of saying his name–“you’re hurting me.”

“S-sorry.” He pulled away two hands and softened the grip on the remaining one. He gently rotated your arm to get a better look. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You grinned. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

“Did you—”

“Hey, Ryo-chan…” You shook off his grasp, causing him to frown, but you quickly intertwined your fingers together, making him blush. “If I told you I plan to run away, will you come with me?”

He almost dropped the onigiri.

Your smile became sad. “I… You’re the only one I will ever miss. I don’t like this place.”

He put his remaining hands over your connected fingers and he blurted out, “Yes!”

You blinked, wide-eyed.

He cleared his throat and looked away. “I-I mean, yes, let’s go.”

Your face brightened and he smiled back.

That’s right. Even if this damned village burned to the ground, as long as your hand never let go of his then nothing else mattered.

Additional headcanons for this scenario:

Sukuna’s dad never hit him because deep inside the man was actually afraid. So he took out his frustrations on his wife, who in turn, blames her misfortune on her son.

Speaking of Sukuna’s mother, she was a vain beauty, the most gorgeous in their village during her prime, and was distraught when her appearance faded due to malnutrition during her pregnancy. The entire time, she silently prayed that the baby would die early so she could recover quickly. So in addition to her husband’s mistreatment of her, the loss of her looks has made her resent her son.

The other village kids didn’t like Sukuna because he gave off a “disgusting energy” (or “bad vibes” as today’s lingo would call it). Some avoided him but others went out of their way to gang up on him, beating him up and stealing whatever he carried, be it food or toys from you.

Sukuna didn’t fight back because he truly believed that he deserved every bad thing that happened to him. That being said, he allowed himself one selfish choice and accepted your company, enjoying your friendship. The only warmth in his otherwise dead existence.

The first time Sukuna resorted to violence was…it was a few days after your proposal. It was a few minutes before day break and he caught the other kids holding your head down a nearby pond. He didn’t know what he did, only what happened after: you were crying into his chest, hugging and thanking him despite the blood all over him.

After washing himself, he walked you home, hair and clothes still wet from the pond, your mother was the first person to see you. Instead of concern or worry, she slapped you across the face in front of everyone before dragging you away by the hair.

Because it was your mother, he could only watch on, until your eyes met and you whimpered his name.

That night, a little village with no more than fifty people, burned to the ground as two children watched hand in hand.

A/N: Speaking of multiple choice past; in JJK (and sadly, even in real life parts of the world), twins are considered bad luck. What if Sukuna didn’t consume his twin in utero and they both survived? What if both fell for Y/N? What if the current Sukuna killed and ate his own brother because he wanted to, in his own sick way, combine himself and his twin into one being so that Y/N wouldn’t have to choose?? Hot damn. The perfect yandere love triangle. But what a pain that would be to write without illustration LOLOLOL.

@shadowywizardarcade @hannya-exists @nineooooo @lilachaeyo @pumpkindudeishere @jessbeinme15 @fluffy-koalala @cringeycookies @frogzxch @isimpfordanielpark @marvelsgirl4ever @sanzusmom @sheccidoscar @alastorhazbin @satosuguswife @lumanii @leahlovesreading @blackstaw @boba–12

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gelatosushix · 4 months

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I am uh… working on something but was dying to share this WIP

#inuokko #ottoge #toge x yuuta #okkotsu yuuta #inumaki toge #jujutsu kaisen #digital sketch #heian era au #bodyguard au #heian era #WIP #under the blossom snow #so pretty in their kimonos #and so so in love

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yuesya · 2 months

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Because i like to make myself and others suffer, what would yuzuki’s (heian or otherwise) reaction to be to shiki busting down the door, an inch from death after a throwdown with sukuna, killing his illness and then peacing out of life?

(I am in a very specific mood rn)

"-wait! Need to... bleeding..."

"Please... listen... going? No, you-"

"... Shiki-sama... Shiki-sama! What are you-"

...

Yuzuki wakes up.

The latticed frame of the ceiling is a familiar sight, as is the scent of bitter herbs permeating the room. Bitter herbs, mixed with the distinct tang of blood. Yuzuki is used to it. He's used to all of this.

What he's not used to, however, is the lack of pain in his chest. Yuzuki breathes in, and is surprised when it doesn't feel like there are a thousand needles stabbing into him, perforating his lungs and shredding his throat. He breathes, in and out, and it's easy.

His limbs feel light, and the ever-present headache perpetually pounding away at his skull is... gone. Gone, entirely.

"Yuzuki."

He looks up at the call of his name, and feels cold horror grip his heart.

"My lady!"

Long white hair, dirtied with blood and god-knows what else. There are gaping slashes where his lady-wife's body hangs open, revealing flesh and sinew to the air. Yuzuki can only look on with wide eyes as the injured woman lifts the knife in her hands -as if she is about to swing down and cut into him, and Yuzuki would gladly let her if that was what she desired- and throws it aside with a loud clatter.

Then, she leans forward and rests her head on his lap, directly atop his blankets.

"Please rise, my lady," Yuzuki doesn't know where to put his hands. There's so much blood everywhere, and if she's unable to heal herself, then-! "You need to be treated for these injuries! Allow me to call the clan's healers, my lady-"

"Shiki."

Yuzuki startles at the nonsensical interruption, "What?"

"Shiki," his lady-wife repeats, rolling over to peer up at him through long, lidded lashes. Even despite the blood and severity of her injuries, Yuzuki feels his heart skip a beat. "It's 'Shiki.' You never call me that, even though I told you to so many times before."

"It wouldn't be appropriate." Yuzuki was just a sickly, lowly member of the Gojo Clan. Gojo Shiki-sama, on the other hand, was the clan's pride and joy. He was unworthy of her attentions, unworthy of her regard, and unworthy of-

"You always divert things, too. Always so concerned about how others see us," the young woman in his lap sighs. "Why do they matter? Don't you love me?"

"... I do." How could he possibly not?

"Then say it to me," she commands. "Say it. 'Shiki, you're beautiful.' 'Shiki, I want to kiss you.' 'Shiki, you're my one and only.'

... 'Shiki, I love you.'"

Yuzuki feels his lips curving into a helpless smile, "How demanding, my lady."

Her eyes droop, and slowly flutter to a close.

"You're so cruel, Yuzuki," she whispers.

...

(Yuzuki does not realize it, at the time. That Shiki's eyes would close, and never open again. That she'd expended the last of her energy in somehow healing him in her last moments, instead of caring for herself. After doing battle with the King of Curses, she'd died in his arms and he... he...

...

... when a sorcerer with a line of stitches sewn across his forehead approaches him, speaking of reincarnation, Yuzuki knows that the sorcerer has his own agenda. He knows that this sorcerer had been involved with Ryomen Sukuna, knows that he'd been responsible for numerous atrocities and tragedies...

But even so, Yuzuki does not have the strength to refuse him.)

#QA #Writing #zenith of stars au #heian shiki au #hey i think i've finally settled on an answer for 'why did shiki reincarnate'#the answer is: yuzuki!

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keniaku · 7 months

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day 5 / six eyes x4

#i will not lie i forgot about yesterday. my bad ToT #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #six eyes #jjk #gojo #artsy pastry #dailies #heian six eyes isnt really like. a different person than gojo its from soup's heian gojo au :-3 #i just wanna draw him alongside my guys #id in alt

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moldeater02 · 7 months

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Yuesya Masterlist

From @yuesya blog. Hope it helps everyone, cuz i sure get confused with all these AUs

Edited and updated with some AUs i missed New edit on the sixth of january 2024

Twins au

Twin cannon

Twin swap au *V1 *V2

Bastard Shiki Au

Toji's Bastard au and fannart

Bastard au V3

Heian Shiki

Shiki in cannon Kenjaku's reaction to it

Same age au

Older sister au

Technique swap

Daughter au

Twin dimension travel : part 1?, part 2

Mother au and fanart and fanart 2 And Bad end mother AU

Demon slayer au

Nanami-Kenjaku

Male Shiki au

Edit! I checked and realised i forgot some AUs, here they are!

Shiki actually answer Getou's question like a normal human being AU

Shiki vs Satoru

Older Shiki AU (not to be confused with older sister AU)

Chainsaw man AU

Shiki goes to Kyoto school AU

Shiki goes to universe where Kenjaku possessed her corpse AU Genshin AU and actual first talks of said AU here

Shiki(gami) AU

Cursed spirit Shiki AU

Second MEoDP user Shiki AU

Chainsaw man AU

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kenjakunas · 6 months

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sukuna design is from tojishole on twt and kenny design is heavy heavy inspo from purgatorism on twt i think i changed like max three things. also i think it keniaku on here ????? Dont quote me tho sobs

#my art #HEAR ME OUT #kenjakuna sounds crazy in theory but i never stop word vomitting about them on twt aka x #hear me out guys... pleeksies #呪術廻戦 #kenjaku #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #kenjaku x sukuna #kenjakuna #i cant believe im posting this #THIS IS MODERN SORCERER AU WHERE HEIAN ERA PEOPLENARE STUDENTS BTW FOR IT TO MAKE SENSEEE #i might make like my actual own kenny design because i feel bad using other peoples designs for some reason 🥹🥹

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sukunasweetheart · 5 months

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Why do you like Sukuna so much?

I was halfway through writing up a few paragraphs but i ended up scrapping it bc i ddint knwo what i was saying anymore. Hes just. My everything

I JUAT LOVE HIM SAUR MUCH WHAT IS THERE NOT TO LOVE??#;@**# HES SO GRRRRAAAHHHHHHHH 💝💓💝💓💗💗💘💓💝💕💘💞💓💝💗💝💓💝💞💝💞💘💞💓💝💓💓💝💘💞💞💝💓💝💗💓💝💘💞💕💘💞💘💓💓💗💝💓💝💘💞💘💕💞💝💓💝💓💞💝💞💞💝💞💓💝💗💝💞💞💝💓💝💓💝💞💞

#to sum up; hes a diabolic menace with no regard for others but has a shit ton of charisma that just endlessly captivates me with no end.#hes also FUNNY BRUH #hes hot. hes insane. but he has his mature and wise moments #he likes to have fun... he likes to eat (humans).... hes so unserious #hes so complex and yet simple at the same time?!?^@*^#sukuna is highkey? all over the place. but in a way that makes sense like idk how else to describe this #i just adore him 😔 ik i write him AUs a shitton but his canon self is so 👌#im just horribly intimidated by the idea of trying to actually capture his personality in jjk...#props to all the writers that tackle the mans canon self 👏 i also want to write my own heian era fic one day?? idk..#anyway sorry anon i went off the rails over one question byebye #poe answers

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redeyeology · 1 month

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Somewhere 1000 years ago...

#ryomen sukuna #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen #past au #heian era ?#my art #manga #anime #lol #meme #gore ?

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astrocitosart · 10 months

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Day 6: Historical - Princess Uta & Lord Gojo

#gojohime #gojohime week #iori utahime #gojo satoru #myart #is a heian period AU!

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stellerssong · 4 months

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Swan I promise I'll get caught up on your fanwork soon. Soon as I actually watch these overdue DVDs of The Watchman😉. In the meantime consider this an invitation to do a director's commentary from back when Will Graham was a bird?

please enjoy your viewing of the watchman! don't quote me on this, but i hear he (the eponymous watchman) was in a comic book once...really make u thimk.

oh god okay umm...how do i put this politely for the good people in the audience who have not been following me since 2013. so. ok. so i've long maintained that turning a character into a bird monster is one of the truest forms of love i am capable of expressing. "but swan!" you say, shocked and horrified, "surely you mean turning a character into a WEREWOLF is one of the truest forms of love you are capable of expressing! you have a whole thing about werewolves! it's an expanded universe with hinted crossovers! there's internal logic and now a magic system! you have spilled literally thousands of words that are No Plot Just Describing Midcycle Werewolves and you KEEP THREATENING TO DO THAT MORE." and like. you're not wrong strictly speaking. and i do inflict that aggressively upon my favorite characters. but there is something particularly monstery about the bird monster that a werewolf just doesn't get at.

it's the uncanny valley of it all, you dig? a werewolf is, when you get down to it, a wolf whose instincts are fettered to a human perception of the world—hence, functionally, a dog. a very large, gross, dangerous, infectious dog, in some cases—a dog with hands and fucked-up people teeth, frequently—but it's fundamentally the emotional tension of the dog that i'm working with here, right? the sit and stay and will i get a pat or a kick of things, the what is a pack and what are they owed of it, the animal caught in a little box with the human and the realization of how little space there is between those two things. which is all lovely delicious good food for me, personally, and of course i am capable of making something tangibly offputting out of those compelling pieces.

but the bird monster is a different game. that's a different part of the uncanny valley, and i hesitate to call it a more physical part, but the physicality IS part of it. a bird has warm blood, like you or like me (with apologies to any reptiles, amphibians, ectothermic fish, etc. reading this). it breathes air. it's often social and intelligent. it has a voice—more importantly, it makes music. we connect with these qualities, as fellow warm-blooded social tetrapods. we think, oh, this is a familiar creature, this is a creature i can easily empathize with (again, apologies to those reading this who, like me, are thrown into a tearful cute-aggression frenzy over the japanese giant salamander).

but a bird feels different from a human in a way that a dog doesn't. it's got feathers. it's got hollow bones. it's got an expressionless face and eyes that don't convey the same warmth as a dog's or a wolf's or even a cat's. there are tame birds and domesticated birds, yes, but in general there's not the same cultural sense of the bird as companion animal that smooths the way (or burdens) the dog or the wolf-as-dog.

and it flies. that's fuckin' different.

so it's a different tension there. where the werewolf's sense of alienation stems from the uneasy knowledge that there's gray area between wolf and dog and human, the bird monster's deal is a more classic disjoint. a human is not like a bird. these two things are (or feel) more diametrically opposed. and yet in the bird monster they exist within a single body anyway. the human in you is content to travel in two dimensions. the bird in you understands that there's a whole lot more world if you just look up. the human in you needs the solidity of earth underfoot and the comforting anchor of gravity. the bird in you knows those things for chains and cages in disguise. the human in you tastes blood and grimaces, gags, spits and screams and weeps. the bird in you swallows, expressionless, and sings.

ok so then imagine if it was will graham,,,

#chatter #ask games #PRETENTIOUS PRETENTIOUS PRETENTIOUS PRETENTIOUS.#tldr: bird monsters is different body horror and i like it.#''ok what was the like. plot. of the bird!will thing'' there wasn't a PLOT you think i do PLOTS #HE TURNED INTO A BIRD AND THEN MADE OUT WITH BEVERLY KATZ A LOT BECAUSE I'M A WOMAN OF DISCERNING TASTES.#BY MOST PEOPLE'S ACCOUNTS I WAS DOING HANNERBAL FANDOM VERY WRONGLY.#it's been a very long time since i thought about this au. first instance of me trying to bring heians into a fandom hilariously #in a vain but good-faith attempt to rehabilitate the characters of chiyoh and lady murasaki. by turning them into bird monsters.#my repertoire is limited but i get MILEAGE out of it baby.#i don't even know what to tag this.#beautiful monsters #i guess?

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whirling-fangs · 4 months

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[ dying breath ] - heian au. muzan sends inosuke away to find a flower for him.

𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺

[ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying

Do you remember it? That bright blue flower, basking in the sunlight... right by that rock you really like. The tall, shiny one.

Of course he remembered it. How could he forget the peculiar look of that flower? Its intricate petals woven in impossible shapes, so delicate that they seemed to have been crafted by man's hand. Its vibrant color, standing out amongst the weeds and the moss that covered most of the forest's ground.

A beautiful blue. Much like the tips of your hair, as Muzan had pointed out.

Why now? Inosuke wanted to ask. Why was that flower so important now? Why would Muzan need it all of a sudden, when they had both chosen to leave the flower where it was – where it belonged, out in the wild?

The wooden floor creaked under the boy's bare feet. The paper doors had been pushed shut, preventing any air from filtering inside or outside the room. The doctor said it was to keep any germs from entering the room ; Inosuke was persuaded that the old man really meant the other way around.

It was suffocating. The atmosphere had become so heavy that a perpetual miasma seemed to hang in the air, so thick that Inosuke could feel it licking at his skin. Just to prove a point, he had pushed his boar hide above his brow.

None of the servants dared to enter the room without a towel wrapped around their faces. People avoided to walk past those doors, avoided the building altogether. It was a natural instinct in all of them, it seemed. One that Inosuke had seen before in the beasts of the wild.

A natural fear of those marked with the hand of Death. Fear that its reach would stretch further, and drag them along with the condemned.

Inosuke had reached the door. He set a hand above the paper panel, fingers curling around the wooden plank. He could see them trembling slightly, much like the rest of his body.

His head slumped between his shoulders, his hand still on the door. A trick to keep himself from rushing back to the futon where Muzan lay.

"I'm not bringing it back with me. The flower."

He couldn't turn around. He couldn't bear to look at the sorry sight behind him anymore.

This wasn't the curly head he knew.

The emaciated visage. The skin so pale that it seemed transparent. So fragile, so brittle, that a mere gust of wind could have turned him to dust and washed him away.

"I'm just gonna make sure it's still there. I'll clean the path. I'll push the big rocks away, fill in the holes. And once the path is clear... I'll come back here to get you. So we can go see it again... together..."

His sentence ended in a pathetic whimper. He felt the tears roll down his cheeks in a ceaseless flow, while his hand slipped down the doorframe. He brought it straight to his lips and bit down hard, in an attempt to keep the cries from escaping his throat.

A rageful motion of his opposite palm wiped the tears from his eyes, before he tugged the boar fur over his features once more. Both hands dropped to his sides, ruptured skin oozing with fresh blood across his right palm.

He wanted to say so much more, but the words refused to leave his knotted throat. He would have to make it a quick trip. Locate the flower, find the fastest route to it, secure the path. It was a simple plan, really. A matter of a day, maybe two at most, depending on the weather's whims.

Inosuke gave a powerful tug at the door. He heard it rattle against the railing, the outside air pouring in with a strong gust as if to try and suck him away from the room. A cool breeze caressed his cheek, so welcoming and comforting, a far cry from the toxic air that hung inside the young lord's chambers. Gentle hands tugging him outside, away from the clutches of the ominous force that inhabited the room.

I'll be right back, Inosuke did not say. As he pushed the door behind him, and ran to the outer walls in great leaps, he did not turn around to greet Muzan goodbye. What was the point anyway? He would be back within a day. They had been separated for much longer spans of time before.

Inosuke leapt above the wall and hurried into the deep woods, without ever looking back. He didn't need to. He would always find the way back to that room. He would describe the flower in great motions and bright images, perhaps bring back a single petal of it as a way to confirm his words, to cement the promise. He would tuck it behind Muzan's ear, or perhaps tangle it in one of those long curls of hair, so the two of them would match.

As the tears came streaming down his face, Inosuke was certain of it. As he lost his footing and tumbled into the ground, as his hands clutched at his chest, unkempt nails sinking into skin to try and claw his aching heart out, Inosuke knew it for certain.

They would meet again.

#sunhated #[[HAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!! this is the most painful thing ever!!!!!!!!!!#SAVE MEEEEEEE!!!!!! a whole hour on this!!!!!!]]#save #time is running out / heian era AU

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sunhated-a · 4 months

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🌺 (heian verse 🥺)

"What I like about Inosuke? Everything."

Young Inosuke is so full of life, it's almost contagious. With the way his eyes lit up when he was telling Muzan some outlandish story, to the way he ate his food with gusto. And how big he smiled when they went on one of their outings and found something new to bring back.

But most of all, his kind heart that was hidden underneath that prickly hide.

Everything about the boy encourages Muzan to live his life to the fullest, no matter what.

"I don't know where he came from, or who sent him but... I'm glad."

#ic.#timeline ; heian era.#au.#AUUUGHHHHHHH AAAAAAAH

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gelatosushix · 3 months

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Before they met each other.

Some more words under the fold.

Before Yuta met Toge he was nothing more than an exile, carrying the heavy weight of his lover’s death. While lady Rika had been extraordinary in life, in death she became a haunting reminder of all of Yuta’s shortcomings - how he loved a girl he should’t have, how his touch left her heavy with child, how his sins cursed her to an early grave. Before he met Toge, there was nothing to fight for, nothing to live for.

Before Toge met Yuta, he was despised and feared as the cursed child of the Inumaki clan. Unable to utter even a single word, forced to forever hide his face, he lived at the edge of his Clan’s grounds, in a small house under the shade of a great blossom tree. Before he met Yuta, he was certain no one would ever wish to know him. Before he met Yuta there was nothing to live for.

#fanart for my fic #under the blossom snow #inuokko #ottoge #toge x yuuta #inumaki toge #okkotsu yuuta #heian era au #bodyguard au #ao3 fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic

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yuesya · 5 months

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The thing is, no one really knows what happened in the battle between Gojo Shiki and Ryomen Sukuna thousands of years ago. There are records, of course, but most details have been lost in the weathering of time –to say nothing of the fact that there were no statements from reliable eyewitnesses who had actually witnessed the battle itself. The aftermath of the altercation between the two strongest sorcerers of the Heian Era had fundamentally changed the surrounding landscape, to the point of even affecting the weather itself.

Any curious spectators hoping to catch a glimpse of the battle had likely ended up being collateral damage. Sukuna was not the type to care about bystanders getting caught in his attacks. And as for Shiki…

It was hard to say. The Gojo Clan liked to lean into their legend of the perfect sorcerer; powerful enough to crush any cursed spirit or fellow competitor with ease, while still remaining compassionate and caring in their defense of mankind. Shiki was a woman, so surely she would’ve been a compassionate and caring person, right?

Whoever wrote those accounts should really come and take a good look at what was left in the street where Sukuna and Shiki briefly faced off against each other. The cursed energy residuals that still lingered in the air… not all of it belonged to Sukuna.

Gojo Satoru lets out a low whistle and straightens, pulling down his blindfold. “How’s Tsumiki doing?”

“Things came as quite a shock to her,” Ijichi answers. Well, that much is obvious. Prior to her coma, Tsumiki had only been peripherally involved with the sorcery world. And now that her brother had been seized as an unwilling vessel for the King of Curses, whose first act had been to try and kill her… “She’s… not taking it well, but she’s determined to try and help Fushiguro-kun however she is able to.”

On her own, Fushiguro Tsumiki wouldn’t be able to do much. But given that she was currently the vessel of Gojo Shiki, one of the most powerful sorcerers that the Gojo Clan had ever produced…

“Although, I don’t think she’s had much luck communicating with Gojo Shiki. There’s also the pressure from the Gojo Clan since they discovered that she’s harboring–”

“I’ll take care of that.” It figures that even with the imminent end of the world looming over them, the old fossils from the clan are still wholly preoccupied with obtaining power. Did they really think that Satoru wouldn’t do anything to them just because of the threat they were facing?

Fools.

He’d deal with them in a bit. For now, though…

The first order of business would be finding Tsumiki, and seeing if he could prod her new passenger into a conversation. If Gojo Shiki was anything like what Satoru suspected her to be, he’s under no illusions that she would react favorably to him simply because of their blood relation. But given that Satoru had a fight with the King of Curses coming up next month and Shiki was the only one who’d truly fought Ryomen Sukuna and bested him… no point in overlooking such a potential resource, hmm?

Besides, Satoru is admittedly rather curious about his clan’s fabled ‘Gojo Shiki.’

#Writing #zenith of stars au #heian shiki au #special thanks to ko-fi friends!#tumblr snippet decided by monthly vote #little bit of background here #i guess the next installment in this would be gojo satoru having a conversation with gojo shiki

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