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cecilebutcher · 7 months

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ღLaufey songs I associate with twst boysღ

I’m back on my musical bullshit😎 just so we’re clear, this has zero thoughts, behind it o7 Enjoy!!

!!Don’t like,it does nothing. Reblog instesd!!

Characters: Every nrc student + some oc’s

Riddle Rosehearts: like the movies

“Maybe I'm just old fashioned. Read too many fairytales. It's no wonder I've had no luck, no one's ever good enough. I want a love like I've seen in the movies.That's why I'll never fall in love”

Trey Clover: I wish you love

“And in July a lemonade. To cool you in some leafy glade. I wish you health. And more than wealth. My breaking heart and I agree. That you and I could never be. So with my best, my very best. I set you free”

Cater Diamond: someone new

“I have to get off Instagram. I keep on going back. Looking at our memories. I know that you will soon delete. We turn to strangers in a day. Now you walk away. Every time I catch your eye. When did you become so shy?”

Ace Trappola: Best friend

“I have never tolerated someone for so long. I've never laughed so much. I haven't written a sad song. There's no one else I'd rather fall asleep with. And dream with. You're my best friend in the world”

Deuce Spade: just like Chet

“Why did you put me through. 11 months of "you're so pretty's, " "I miss you's"? It's absurd what even occurred between autumn and spring. If you never loved me. In a perfect world. I wouldn't have met you that night. Would've stayed with my friends. And just danced 'til the morning light”

Leona Kingscholar: Valentine

“I've rejected affection. For years and years. Now I have it, and damn it. It's kind of weird. He tells me I'm pretty. Don't know how to respond. I tell him that he's pretty too. Can I say that? Don't have a clue”

Ruggie Bucchie: Promise

“It hurts to be something. It's worse to be nothing with you. I've done the math. There's no solution. We'll never last. Why can't I let go of this?”

Jack Howl: lucky for me

“When the sun goes away in the autumn. And the leaves trickle down from the trees. The heat of the summer's forgotten. You'll be here, so lucky for me. You don't tell me to shut up. Even when I talk too much you smile at me. Say, "Don't worry"”

Azul Ashengrotto: From the start

“Oh, the burning pain. Listening to you harp on 'bout some new soulmate. "She's so perfect, " blah, blah, blah. Oh, how I wish you'll wake up one day. Run to me, confess your love, at least just let me say”

Jade Leech: above the Chinese restaurant

“Street sounds blistered with neon lights. Heard the neighbors snoring every other night. Eating dumplings from next door. Finish 'em up they'd give us some more. Didn't realize we had it all. Even when the roof came caving in that fall. Oh, I loved you more than you know. Covered in the flakes of crystal white snow”

Floyd Leech: dancing with you tonight

“Silly boy, don't talk to me. I don't have the energy. Please don't ask to dance with me tonight. I do better on my own (on my own). I don't mean to come off cold (come off cold). But my dear, I'm all danced out tonight. Now the gin is hitting me. And it's almost half-past three. Am I crazy or seeing things? I'm sorry if I can't go for another swing”

Kalim Al-Asim: Magnolia

“A word from her lips, her sirens kiss. Will send you straight into abyss. Magnolia, I wish she'd give her secrets away. Enchants everyone and I think it'd be fun. To be like her someday. But I cannot compete with her. Perfection is the only word. I think of when I think of Magnolia. She doesn't know that the world is turning just for her”

Jamil Viper: Street by Street

“Step by step, brick by brick. I'm reclaiming what's mine. This city is way too small. To give away to just one guy. Street by street, breath by breath. From the Back Bay to the sky. I'm taking back my city. I'm Taking back my life. The cafe Where you asked me for my name. The bookstore we spent Five hours hiding from the rain”

Vil Shoenheit: beautiful stranger

“What if I would've stayed on the train? Dared to stand up and ask for his name. Maybe we would have exchanged a few words. A fairytale moment could have occurred. But my beautiful stranger will have to remain. A stranger until I see him again. See him again. Hmm, mmh.”

Rook Hunt: fragile

“The soft candle glow. The music so slow. Your skin on my skin. The room is spinning. Nerve in my bone. I'm shaking oh no. I'm talking though I shouldn't be. I've lost all sensibility. I've never been so fragile”

Epel Felmier: falling behind

“'Cause the sun's engaged to the sky. And my best friend's found a new guy. I'm only getting older. I've never had a shoulder to cry on. Someone to call mine. Everybody's falling in love and I'm falling behind”

Idia Shroud:this is how it feels(ft. D4vd)

“This is how it feels. To fall in love with you. To always think of you. To always dream of you. Yes, it hurts so much. To fall in love with you. So if this is how it feels. Tell me if our love is real. There's some type of strange appeal. To the way it was so effortless, uh. I cannot help it”

Malleus Draconia: Bewitched

“You bewitched me. From the first time that you kissed me. Waited all night. Then we ran down the street in the late London light. The world froze around us, you kissed me good night. You bewitch me. Every damn second you're with me. I try to think straight. But I'm falling so badly, I'm coming apart. You wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart. And bewitched me. Bewitched”

Lilia Vanrouge: night light

“Cardboard boxes covеring the floor. Guess I won't be living in here anymore. Take down the posters of the pop stars on the wall. Empty room, it looks so small. All of the laughter. All the sleepless nights. Waiting for ever after. Snow falling outside, keeping on the night light”

Silver (Vanrouge): let you break my heart again

“One day, I will stop falling in love with you. Some day, someone will like me like I like you. Until then, I'll drink my coffee, eat my pie. Pretend that we are more than friends. Then of course I'll let you break my heart again. Some day, one day. I will stop falling in love with you. Until I do. I'll be thinking of you. Let you break my heart again”

Sebek Zigvolt: dear soulmate

“Dear soulmate. Do you think of me? 'Cause I do. Do you have green eyes or are they brown like mine? Do you have a sister too? Dear soulmate. One day I'll give this song you. We will drive up to the mountains? Camp in a little tent? When the bears come at night. Will you put up a fight? Or will you hide with me in my flashlight?”

Ibhana “Vesper” Baske: questions for the universe

“Falling in love feels more like crashing. Stars spin around my head. So I'm asking. Will my worries ever melt away? Mm. Run out of sentences to say. Wish that I could put this into better words. Will I ever fall in love or will I always search?”

Tao Yúchi: second best

“I'll never forget how stupid in love I felt. I'll always regret how I couldn't ever tell. That you walked a little faster, left me behind. Kissed me with somebody else in mind. I loved you so much. That I settled for less. Oh, you were my everything. I was your second best.”

Igor Kazentoc: serendipity

“I won't pretend I've been anxious. Just like I've always been. This time it's sticking. And time just stops ticking. When I have my arms around you. Four-leaf clovers and lucky dimes. Coincidences and cosmic signs. Have proved that I am quite naive. I'm falling fast, filling gravity. And all that I see is serendipity”

Junto Shuisha: everything I know about love

“I wouldn't mind (ahh). I heard that falling fast is so divine. Are these songs just telling plain old lies? 'Cause that's everything I know about love (ooh, ooh). Everything I know about love (ooh, ooh). I don't know that much at all. I trip, I fall. Every time I try, it's all too much. That's everything I know about love”

Jasper Spade: slow down

“I wish it would slow down. Even for a second. I'm so old now. Left my adolescence. Going out to parties. And getting way too drunk. Think I found somebody. But don't think that it's love. I wish it would slow down. Slow down. Mhm, mhm. ”

Aikat Spanos: I’ve never been in love before

“I've never been in love before. I thought my heart was safe. I thought I knew the score. But this is why. It's all too strange and strong. I'm full of foolish song, and out my song must pour. So please forgive this helpless haze I'm in. I've really never been in love before”

Phobes Spanos: what love will do to you

“Lately, I've been in a haze. Running late, can't think straight. The world feels smaller, yet the trees look taller. There's enchantment in the air. I know I sound stupid, I do. That's what love will do to you. Read my favorite book. For the hundredth time. At least I know of how it ends. In real life it just all depends”

Yes I know I placed valentine for my baby boy Sebek in the last post, but it fits Leona this time ok?

Anywho hope ya’ll enjoyed this as much as I had fun writing this:D

Finally back to posting shit!! I have had this in my drafts for ages

!!requests are open!!

comments are more than appreciated. but reblogs help the content reach more people so please reblog if you want to like<3 likes do nothing. Seriously, don’t like, reblog.

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sakuraryomen01 · 2 years

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Valentino.. /Sukuna Ryomen x Female Reader/ .o2

warnings: asshole sukuna, college prep. school (aka bitch u at an expensive ass school), former friends to lovers, slow burned love, yuji is sukuna's little brother,

reader: female reader; 23 years of age, college prep.

plot: It's been years since you've moved from country life, since you've forgotten about all the things you used to love about your hometown and where you grew up from... you didn't think it'd chase you to college in the city after almost a decade..

words: 1.413k

fanfic masterlist: .o1 .o2 .o3 .o4 .o5 .o6 .o7 .o8 .o9 .10 (will be updated..)

a/n:: dear lord, i didn't know a new fanfic would have this kind of attention so soon! i love it, but it's really unexpected ^^ anyways, here's chapter two, and i hope i can keep the pacing of chapters the same~

Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy~

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Should I?

It had felt like a few hours by now since you had first seen Sukuna at your class, when in fact, it's been days. You had been too scared to actually try and talk to him, to see if you could make things right.

What would he say? How would he act?

You didn't know, it was just a matter of time till you worked up the guts to speak to him. Constantly glancing over at his spot where he sat, simply trying to gain a glance from him.

He knew you were here, so why didn't he come say hello to you himself?

"That's all for today, class," Toji announced, running a hand through his hair and making a few students gush in the background. "You may leave a little ahead of time so have some fun before going to your next classes. Be sure to do your homework this evening too, it's twenty-five percent of your grade."

As the commotion of students standing and gathering their things buzzed around the room, your eyes fell onto the back of Sukuna's head again. He was currently packing his things in his bag as yet another suitor waddled over and began talking to him.

He seemed uninterested in the girl's tactics, as he simply stared and shook his head when they asked for a date and number. Sukuna didn't say anything as he put on his jacket and bag and then left.

This would be your only chance, you told yourself as you quickly grabbed your things and tossing your bag over your shoulder.

Rushing out of the room, you headed into the direction Sukuna left and stood confused in the middle of the hall, students and other teachers walking past you as you looked around. Sukuna had simply disappeared into thin air.

Damn, you sighed, fixing your bag up and heading towards your next class. Maybe next time.

. . .

One whole month. Still hadn't talked to Sukuna.

"You mean that little punk-ass kid you liked when you were little?" Getou asked, his weekly visit to your roomies being interrupted by your ranting.

"He wasn't a punk," You said, your cheeks flushed pink. "And it was just a little crush, get over it."

"That's my line."

Getou took a sip from his soda can, clicking to another channel on the T.V. as he waited for your roommate. "Shouldn't you just say hi?"

"I can't," You let out a groan, laying down on the couch next to Getou. "I'm nervous. I haven't seen him in over a decade.. it's insane he's here anyway!"

Getou gave a low chuckle to your little rants, listening calmly until your roommate called on him for her sexual needs. Sighing, Getou crushed his empty drink and stood, petting your head as he walked away.

"Hey, just go talk to him," He said as he tossed his can away, already undressing his torso and undoing his hair pin. "He probably misses you as much as you miss him.. or whatever cheesy romance movie you think you're in."

"I don't think I'm in a cheesy romance movie, asshole," You grunted, turning on your side and pulling up the couches decorative blanket.

Getou soon disappearing into your roomie's room and the sounds of a creaking bed soon echoing throughout the dorm rang loud as you grab the paper with Sukuna's dorm number on it. You quickly grabbed a few other things like your phone and a necktie and exited the, now noisy, dorm.

Quickly tying the tie to the doorknob, you looked up directions for your campus on your phone as you went down the dormitory hall. There wasn't much noise this week, most of your neighbors had practice or were nursing hangovers from their previous party the night before. It was a Friday. Normal behavior for them.

Not you though.

You weren't the average party goer, but you have been to a few with Gojo and Getou, and didn't really enjoy your time shared on scene. Most girls were hooking up with the closest thing they could grab, Gojo being one of the obvious targets and leaving the party with at least two women strapped to each arm.

You understood his charm, though it never worked for you.

"Why don't you just let me?" Gojo would often ask the moment he was drunk enough, his lips a pretty pink as usual with some type of alcoholic beverage tainting his normally minty breath.

"Bet I'd make that pussy cream so hard too~.."

And around then he'd earn a one-way ticket to getting his ass kicked. You were always reminded of how much of a man whore Gojo was during the weekends and breaks for school. Playing with more than one persons heart and ending up with another phone number under his belt.

Though, in your mind, Sukuna's behavior seemed different from Gojo's.

He was quiet and rather harsh to any girls that had wanted to "date" him during his younger years. If you'd even consider dating at such a young age.

Anyways, you had finally made your way into the men's dormitory. A weird smell hitting your nostrils that you assumed was a 'man's smell', though you choose to ignore it as you make your way to the second floor and try to find Sukuna's dorm. It wasn't long until you were stopped by some drunken boys that made you sigh and explain your situation. Though, it fell on deaf ears and you pushed past them to the next floor.

Third floor: No luck.

Fourth: No luck.

You were about to give up when you saw the long awaited number of Sukuna's dorm. With a relieved and nervous sigh, you gave yourself a proud smile and slowly walked up to the door. You didn't hear anything from inside, but you knocked all the more and waited patiently.

After a few agonizing minutes, the door clicked open and you saw a messy haired and sleepy Sukuna. His eyes were dazed and droopy, some indents of the bed sheets he was probably sleeping on imprinted on his face and arms. His shirt was messy and his sweats were not really much different except for their grey color.

It had been so long since you saw him, and it was strange to see such a difference in him.

He didn't have any bandages on him that'd signify that he was just in a fight, minus a band-aid that was on his finger. Sukuna also appeared more mature, and grown. Nothing like the boy that you left behind in the Sticks.

"Ah- H-Hello, Sukuna.." You mumbled to yourself, unable to take in the cute sight of Sukuna being tired. Maybe he just woke up?

"Hmmph.." He responded, rubbing his eye and trying to take in who you were. What was your name again?

"Wait.. Y/n?"

Sukuna's voice let out a croak, coughing as his eyes began to focus on you. There was little hesitation before you smiled even brighter and blushed a little, waiting for a hug from him, even if it was brief.

But what you expected wasn't what you got.

"What are you doing here?" Sukuna asked, his eyes narrowing and his posture changing. He went from tired and leaning against his door frame to arms folded and full attention on you.

It wasn't in a friendly manner either.

"I-I was asked by our Economics professor to come see you!" You stuttered out, feeling a small pit of sadness well inside you at what little recognition he had towards you.

Didn't he miss you? Not even a little bit?

"Well, you can go now," Sukuna huffed, his eyes more red than when he was little. "I'm doing fine."

Such harsh words. Not even a hello?

"Wait, don't you miss me?" You asked, your voice strained, that childish flutter in your heart. "It's been so long, don't you want to get to know each other again?"

"Not really."

Why were you so persistent? It was strange, you've never wanted to see someone this badly. And it had been years since you've even had a thought about Sukuna.

Were you coming down with something?

"Is that all?" Sukuna asked, his voice weak and tired, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes once again. "I want to get some sleep before classes."

"Um.. y-yeah," You mumbled, your heart aching as Sukuna closed to door on your face and left you confused.

Why didn't he miss you?

a/n: already so much attention?! i love it but wow, i was expecting it after a few days not this fast! anyways, idk when i'll be posting the next chapter but i thought i'd tag a few extra ppl that i thought would want to read this fanfiction, but if you wish to not be tagged, tell me. i don't want anyone uncomfortable ^^ i cannot believe it took so long to make this chapter! i'm sorry, i've been working on my Kinktober things! (i plan on posting ten drabbles for the last 10 days of kinktober so i hope i get those out soon><)

Chapter Song Theme: — bei maejor - lights down low // slowed + reverb

taglist: @mageyboo, @mzladyd, @mysticwonderlandangel, @sukunaspersonalfleshlight, @kawaiipenguin20, @k-indie, @okkotsufav, @cafeinthemoon93, @pulchritxde, @bontenbunny, @deepinballs, @kleeboomed, @fallenfeversstuff, @fiierytearzx, @wo-ming-bai, @ririkaxbz, @instantgalaxysheep, @watyousayin, @z3r0art, @sukunaobsessed, @lik0, @sukunasfirstlove, @princesstiti14, @nemoyr, @ladywolf44005, @cat-mak20, @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn, @hxlalokidottir

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isjasz · 1 month

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Just want to point out, Grians third life wings are the non-binary flag in your art and I just want to know if that is intentional

Uh is orange white dark brown another non-binary flag I didnt know about-? /genq I am. pretty sure its yellow and purple if im not mistaken and my third life grian wings are orange white dark brown/greyish. Maybe some lighting messed with its colors in a piece u saw but that was not intentional o7!! /gen

#is.asks #nonbinary color wings will be epic tho :O

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cgogs · 4 months

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can you tell us about briar and silas now

okay, so. this outline applies to the original ending of awesamdad, where Briar runs away for good when he learns Dream is having another baby and never comes back, and becomes a mercenary/bounty hunter/___ for hire. Scream Eureka is an alternate ending of THAT bad end. Okay? Okay.

20 years ago, Dream dropped off the face of the earth when Briar was given to him by DreamXD, Punz was naturally absolutely dumbfounded to being ghosted in the middle of all their business. Instead of throwing in the towel, he left the server to keep studying the research they started. Necromancy, blood magic, all kinds of things. Picture a wizard in a tall tower. Kind of like that. Studying old magic nearly entirely from scratch.

He makes a name for himself working miracles and curing the sick, and lands himself as something of a baron. He has a son, a bastard really, and Silas's mother wasn't very interested at all in being a mother, so she leaves him with Punz and splits when Silas is about... mmh, maybe 5? Between 3-5. Punz is like. Alright. Guess I'm taking care of this.

He raises Silas to the best of his ability, keeping in mind that he isn't interested in parenthood at all. Silas lives a very comfortable life with maids and money. He has a staff of tutors and people to train with.

Punz is raising him to be his little lab partner. From the time Silas can handle it, he's in the autopsy room watching his father carve runes on the backs of rib bones to make them weld back together. When he's old enough to stomach it, he's being taught how to harvest organs, how to turn them into ingredients that can be put into potions, etc.

Silas. Hates this. He has very little interest in carrying on his father's life's work. He sneaks out often, is a bit of a flirt, and is regarded by staff as a disappointment. He's incredibly smart, don't get me wrong, but he's not the type of teenager to do well inside stone walls. In his eyes, Punz cares more about that damn book than he does about his own son. (This isn't true. Punz is just. Well.)

When Silas is maybe 17/18, he and Punz have a huge fight that starts with Punz trying to get him to show some incentive in his studies and winds up with Silas running away for good. (Who gives a fuck about any of this when you have everything anyway? What else could you possibly want? Who gives a fuck about the revive book, what about what I want?)

Silas becomes a pretty successful mercenary and proud vagrant, never staying in the same place for long. A bird free from his cage! He drinks as much as he wants, goes wherever he wants, and never has to recite 7 different dialects of a runic alphabet ever again.

Briar runs away from home when he is about 17. Silas is a few years younger than Briar, and runs away when he's 17/18, which would make Briar about 22.

Briar has gained notoriety in several counties. There's quite a price on his head. A famous thief with infamous aim. Silas aims to take this price for himself, and takes the bounty offer on Briar's head.

Briar outruns him for a long time, but Silas is patient. Silas tires him out until he makes a mistake, and not even perfect aim can save him when he's cornered in a cave. Briar is clever, though, and in an attempt to save his own life he tells Silas that he can pay back twice the amount the bounty office has offered him if Silas will just let him live. He'll give 70% of his own revenue to Silas until he can work off his own worth.

Silas is amused. More than amused, he's admiring his opponent! Briar's been more of an equal match. For what Silas lacks in his combat skills, Briar makes up for, and vice versa. He's smart, he's put up a good fight, he seems like an alright guy. So, Silas accepts his offer.

Briar and Silas are now a duo. Part of the deal is that Silas has to be in close proximity 24/7 (he even has Briar sign a contract! Honor bound! o7) and Silas is quickly enamored with him.

He likes Briar's mystery. He likes how fiery he is and how he complains about everything, and how he can shoot a bolt through someone's iris (bullseye!) a mile away. He's intrigued with how little he knows about him.

Briar fuckin' hates this guy. He's loud and stupid and drunk and has clipped his wings. Briar hasn't been around people in years. He hasn't entertained a real conversation since he told his mother goodbye. He doesn't remember how to do it... the whole friendship thing.

As time passes, they grow closer. Genuinely closer. Briar opens up little by little and his cold heart thaws against his will. Silas has a joke running about interest rates, adding on fees with every small slight. (You ate the last slice of bread. That's 50 more gold coins!) He doesn't want Briar to pay off his debt and split immediately. He likes him too much. And he thinks Briar needs someone to be around. He's not exactly... stable.

Briar doesn't want to lose him either. But he's absolutely scared to death of that. He knows what loss feels like. What is feels like to watch someone's back as they leave. (Silas has never known what it felt like to love in the first place.) Briar is torn between sinking his claws in or running away. He doesn't want to be vulnerable for someone again, but he doesn't know what he'd do if he lost this.

This isn't helped by Silas being obviously, stupidly, horribly in love with him. Briar might even love him back. But he knows what love does to people. He saw it kill his mother slowly. He's scared to death of it happening to him. He lashes out when he feels that warm bloom in his chest, but Silas never leaves. Briar doesn't want him to leave- god, god, please don't leave. Briar kind of wants to kill him sometimes just to make it all stop. He knows, whatever happens, that he will never marry.

Silas doesn't think there's a single thing Briar could do that would make him leave. They're in it together for the long haul, okay? Honor bound!

They don't really know what they are. Sometimes, Briar allows Silas to kiss him just to pretend he can love someone without it destroying him. He'll be mean, horribly mean, prickly, awful to him the next day. Go away, get away, get away. But Silas doesn't seem to mind.

Silas just genuinely loves him. Briar is so scared of becoming his mother that he tends to emulate his father instead. He's so angry, so hateful, and it's just because he's scared. Silas is covered in (metaphorical) scratch marks but still insists on holding his feral little fox. Like it can be domesticated.

(Foxes mate for life. Did you know that?)

Somehow in the chaos they meet a balance. They work together, sleep in the same bed, share nearly every waking moment together. They're not a couple in name, but Briar would sooner rip out his own eyes than see Silas stand near anyone else.

There's an unspoken plea. Please don't leave me. I know I'm cruel and angry and mean and more like a frightened animal than a real person but I need you to be with me. Even if I bite.

And Silas doesn't know how this is supposed to go, and he doesn't care. He has his person. He's going to stay with his little fox.

Briar lets himself stay in debt, but has the money to pay it all in his enderchest. More than enough to pay it, actually. In case he ever needs a quick out. He likes having contingency plans like that.

The original awesamdad has an end, one where Dream falls horribly ill, on deaths door, and Nettle (14) goes on a quest to find the brother she never knew so that mom can see him one more time. Briar comes home (Silas in toe. Obviously.) and Dream makes a recovery.

Some top tier bullshit happens afterward but this is already So long and also supposed to be about Silas. So I'm fuckin' cutting it here I have a fic I'm supposed to be writing!!

#silas #briar

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amiryllisthorn · 9 months

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I kinda want to talk about this idiot for a bit. I obviously dont want to talk about Valkyra’s character toooooooooo much since a lot of what is up with her tm is a big part of the game’s narrative, but theres a bit of a different aspect I wanted to talk about.

Valkyra lisiri was a character that was really just an awfully written character. She was this too cool for school didnt need any friends hyper competent soldier who was actually written as a bit of a villain. One who would rather defend the status quo rather than actually try to change anything. It was edgy and over the top and just bleh.

So how did she become the main character in the game I am most focused on? Well what ended up happening is I had a lot of ideas for games at the time, and threw this one together as a bit of a throwaway project with these characters as that I didnt really care for anymore and the idea was to make something short and move on as a bit of a prequel to the thing I actually wanted to work on.

(this sprite is two years old now! but you can see that the general look is still similar)

Well that clearly didnt happen, because the more I worked on this short throw away project the more I thought about what I could actually do with these characters. What I could do to make this setting more mine and not just rip off of sci fi series I liked. And as I wrote more and more the more things changed and were altered to the point where any of it is barely recognizable anymore-and I love that so MUCH!

It was no longer a prelude for another game I was working on or this half assed setting but has become something that I am incredibly passionate about! I told my self that I would try to focus on smaller projects but I cant keep myself away from this thing and these characters.

(o7 mech game concept we hardly knew ye-the concept was being on the run as a mech mechanic for a mercenary company where the gameplay revolved around fixing mechs)

While work is going much slower than I would like, due to mostly personal reasons, I really am proud with how things are really starting to come together for this project. I didnt really start focusing actual attention on it till probably the past year or so.

I think part of why this project means so much to me, is that it has taken something from a part of my past self that I dont really like, and made it into I think something far more interesting, far more fun, more technically impressive, and just so much gayer. And these once throwaway characters of little regards, have really become the core focus of the project.

Valkyra Lisiri went from this heartless action hero who could do anything, to a much more general person, struggling through life and trying her best, and often her best was not enough. Those actions of course having their own painful consequences, that shaped her into the character she now is.

Siane Vokir went from this really bitchy agent of the state to someone who at the drop of a hat gives up everything to fight fascism, someone who now has trouble dealing with her past and people in general, and just so many layers to her character.

The game has been so thoroughly ship of theseus’d that all that really remains of the first like year of work is just some characters have the same name and maybe a similar appearance, and that is just a fascinating and exciting thing to work with!

(the very first concept drawn up for the game. You can also see the original design for siane)

Anyways this post has gotten a little bit all over the place, but I guess I wanted to share some of this project’s history. I dont talk about the actual details as much as I should whenever I post stuff, because I have a pretty hard time with a lot of this stuff sometimes! I wanted to make posts talking more about the setting and the characters but that kinda got uh forgotten.... well maybe I will get back to that at some point.

if you made it down this far thanks for reading! I really do want to talk about all of these things more, and have been working at it. Maybe ill try to do a weekly post talking about game stuff but no promises, my brain is bad so Ill just leave you with these two nerds.

#long post #project quiet rebirth #game dev #talkin about a lot of stuff #its a bit more rambly than I would like but this is mostly a post talking about my feelings and history of this #I have been really working on the script and sprites and am very happy with how things are looing #much so than any time before

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ranticore · 2 months

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AND 33-38 for Félix and Islin and Bowman if u wanna do some comparisons hehe

o7 u got it boss

33: How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

F: if he can get away with it probably some foul-mouthed tirade but if he can't get away with it, the most nauseatingly passive aggressive shit you will ever hear in your life

I: he wouldn't, he has a spine unlike everyone else here

B: maybe a little bit of a cold shoulder but mostly he'd just try to avoid it, some acknowledgement and then swiftly moving on. why waste time on bad vibes

34: How do they greet someone they like / love?

F: if he can get away with it probably some foul-mouthed tirade but if he can't get away with it, the most nauseatingly passive aggressive shit you will ever hear in your life scowl and an upnod

I: well first of all he will actually greet them so that's nice, but it's still going to be kind of formal and stiff. if you're really close with him he won't greet he'll just immediately start complaining about whatever's on his mind

B: he tries to play it cool but you can tell he's really happy to see you and slightly giddy

35: What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

F: there's a rich menu to choose from here. i heard he didn't stop to help an elderly person cross the street once. i saw him stealing a freshly-baked pie off a windowsill. i don't think he pays income tax

I: impossible question, every choice is the biggest choice he's ever made

B: he doesn't tip at the brothel (<- broke)

36: Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

F: surprisingly nobody but that's because every person he used to keep around for professional gain doesn't speak to him anymore. that's pretty much all magpies. and yeah the intent was usually malicious

I: not quite professional gain since they're all just priests at the end of the day but Islin did cultivate 'friendships' (barely acquaintances) with many of his coworkers specifically to escape his felon reputation and show them he's a good guy now. not malicious.

B: nope he is completely lacking in the type of ambition you'd need for this

37: What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

Félix and Bowman would share the same piece of gum, I don't think they actually have secrets they could keep from one another??? I guess Félix's slowly growing dissatisfaction and resentment may be one but that isn't secret for long

I: there is not a single secret of Islin's that Félix doesn't know about, much to his detriment. I don't think Islin ever really told Bowman that he was in love with Félix but like he didn't have to.

B: he never told Léa that he was also into men when they were dating, and he was never going to

38: What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

F: crying

I: winning arguments. he's soooo good at the art of debate when there's nobody else around and nobody can overhear

B: 'in private' is not a concept he knows well as he is literally never alone but Esk could observe that Bowman is better at most of his finishing-school skills when he won't be observed by anyone else. he's pretty good at calligraphy

#setting: inver #mvf

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griseldabanks · 3 months

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Okay, let's try this again.

Obi-Wan and Anakin, 10, from Let Me Count the Ways. Just... make it angsty, and make it sweet, and pleeeease have a hug in there.

Your wish is my command! o7

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

Prompt: "I thought I lost you..."

Glistening towers of metal and transparisteel. Weak sunlight breaking through the clouds in splotches. Lanes of speeders and air taxis, like glittering beads on dozens of criss-crossing strings. Flashing advertisements running up the sides of buildings. Crowds of people, pressing together, everyone moving, everyone hurrying.

Anakin pressed his nose against the window behind his seat, trying to soak in all the sights flitting past as the mag-lev train zipped through the air. The Temple was great and all, but after four months without setting so much as a foot outside, he was more than ready to see what Coruscant was really like. If only they could have taken a speeder instead, so he could take in all the smells—

“Sit down, Anakin.”

Reluctantly, Anakin slid down from where he'd been kneeling backwards on his seat to get a better view, and sat facing forward like his Master. This wasn't just an outing for fun, after all; it was supposed to be a hands-on lesson, and if he didn't pay attention, he'd probably be cooped up in the Temple for another four months. Oh well, at least the inside of the mag-lev was just as interesting, with beings from many species and all walks of life brushing shoulders.

“Close your eyes.”

Suppressing a sigh, Anakin did as he was told. They'd already done this twice—once on the steps of the Temple, once in the central mag-lev terminal.

“Describe your surroundings,” Obi-Wan said in a low voice.

With a deep breath, Anakin focused on the image in his mind of the glimpse he'd just gotten of the mag-lev interior. “There's a family of Sollustans sitting across from us,” he muttered so only Obi-Wan could hear. “The mother's holding a baby; the father's holding a bag; looks like they've just been shopping. There are two Grans sitting to their left and a Trandoshan on their right who's looking at his datapad. Three humans are standing by the door; they're talking about a Senator, I think—“

“What color is the Trandoshan's coat?” Obi-Wan gently prodded.

Anakin thought hard, tried to visualize it.... “Red?”

“Are you guessing, or can you see it?”

He cracked an eye open, just enough to peek over at the Trandoshan wearing...okay, it was more of a maroonish purple than red, but he was close!

A nudge of Obi-Wan's elbow brought his attention back to his Master. He looked up to find Obi-Wan looking at him with one eyebrow quirked knowingly. But the hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth reassured Anakin that he wasn't too upset.

Anakin smiled sheepishly. “How could you tell?”

“Because I, too, was once a Padawan with better things to do.”

For a moment, he tried to imagine Obi-Wan as a ten-year-old boy doing this same exercise...but that brought up thoughts of Qui-Gon, which he quickly brushed aside. “So you admit there's better things to do!”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “Nice try, Padawan.”

They did the exercise three more times, sitting in the mag-lev as they passed from the uppermost levels into the shadow of the towering skyscrapers. Anakin knew it was important to work on his memory and observation skills—there would be hundreds of applications of such skills on a mission—but he wished there was a more interesting way to do it. Or that they could observe some food....

Maybe Obi-Wan could sense his hunger, or maybe he heard Anakin's stomach growl. Either way, Obi-Wan finally turned to him and said, “Why don't we take a break and find something to eat?”

Anakin nodded eagerly.

As they got to their feet and made their way through the crowd to the doors, Anakin realized how many more people had gotten on the train since they'd first boarded. It was one thing to observe the crowd from their seats, but it was a different matter to squeeze past beings of every type and description, all crammed into this small space. Obi-Wan moved with ease between them, barely even seeming to brush against any of them, while Anakin kept bumping into people and having to apologize.

Then the train slid to a stop at a terminal, and the doors hissed open. Immediately, a surge of people pushed through the door, jostling past those trying to get out. Obi-Wan moved with the current of those leaving the train, stepping outside with the same easy grace as always. Anakin hastened to follow him, but found every path blocked by someone trying to go the other way. Then an elbow smacked against his cheek, sending him reeling backwards.

Anakin would have sprawled onto the floor, had there not been someone standing right behind him.

“Watch it, kid!” the hefty Klatooinian growled, shoving him away.

Stumbling forward and squeezing between two large women jabbering away in some language he didn't understand, Anakin finally reached the doors—right as they closed with a hiss and a snap. Anakin caught a brief glimpse of Obi-Wan looking over his shoulder in surprise before the train whisked him away.

“Master!” he called out, heart leaping into his throat. Too late. The train had already left the terminal and begun to snake around the buildings as before.

Anakin slammed his palm against the window, staring blankly at the buildings and vehicles whizzing past at high speed. His brain whirled even faster, half-formed thoughts flitting through like the streaks of starlight in hyperspace.

What am I going to do how will I find him again what if I never get back I don't know where I am what if I'm lost forever and I have to live on the streets and I'll starve because I don't have any money and I'll never become a Jedi and—

No. I am a Jedi. What's Obi-Wan always say? Relax. Take a deep breath.

Closing his eyes and resting his forehead against the cool transparisteel, Anakin tried to follow his Master's advice. He took a deep breath and opened himself to the Force, trying to pretend this was just another lesson in the Temple.

But this wasn't the Temple. This wasn't the Room of a Thousand Fountains or a classroom filled with calm and silence. This was a mag-lev train crammed full with dozens and dozens of beings, speeding through a city filled with millions and billions and trillions of people, and as soon as he opened his mind, all of their minds came flooding in, like a thousand voices all clamoring at once, and there were too many bodies pressed against him, too many thoughts, too many sources of life, like pinpricks of light that all combined together into a roiling nebula that closed around him, suffocating, overwhelming—

The train pulled to a stop and the doors hissed open. Anakin stumbled out, every sense jangling like a discordant orchestra in his head. All he could do was push through the crowd in the terminal to an empty corner where he slid down into a crouch on the floor, pressing his hands to his ears as if that would shut everything out.

It took him a few minutes of breathing slowly and carefully, staring at a crack in the floor between his feet and trying desperately to empty his mind of all thought, before he felt calm enough to look at his surroundings. Heart still beating a little too hard and fast, Anakin looked around the terminal. Beings walked to and fro, making their way to the turbolifts or finding a seat to wait for the next train. There was a tiny cafe nearby selling some kind of fried food that sizzled invitingly; Anakin's stomach growled, but the smell of fried meat suddenly made him feel sick. Not that he had any money to buy anything anyway.

What was he going to do? Anakin looked around blankly, watching the crowd thin out somewhat. He could see the sign indicating which terminal this was, but that meant nothing to him. He had no idea where he was, except that it was definitely too far to walk back to the Temple. They'd been riding the train for a long time. How many stations had they passed? Anakin desperately tried to remember, but when he closed his eyes, nothing came to mind.

He hadn't been paying enough attention. He'd let his mind wander. He'd relied on Obi-Wan to keep track of where they were and where they were going, and now look where he was. He'd messed everything up.

Was Obi-Wan angry with him? Or worse...disappointed?

Shaking his head fiercely, Anakin forced himself to his feet again. He was a Jedi! Jedi didn't cower in corners over silly little things like this! They always knew what to do. Or they figured it out. This was just like another training exercise. Who knew how many times in the future he'd be on a mission and would have to navigate on his own, with no clear direction and no Obi-Wan at his side?

Curling his hands into fists, Anakin marched over to a nearby information kiosk, with a holographic diagram of the mag-lev routes. At first, the overlapping lines looked like nothing but a tangle of multicolored noodles, but finally he managed to find the terminal he was currently standing in. He traced the line back to the previous terminal—yes, that name sounded familiar—and after glancing around, he found the turbolift that would take him to the trains heading the other way.

Obi-Wan was at the previous terminal. Anakin could just hop aboard a train heading in the opposite direction, and...no. He couldn't buy a ticket. Nor could he get an air taxi, even though the driver would surely be able to take him all the way back to the Temple. But with no credits....

His pulse pounded loudly in his ears. He could do this. He could! All he had to do was walk to the terminal where Obi-Wan had gotten off. He just had to follow the mag-lev line until he found it. That wasn't so hard. Maybe he'd even meet Obi-Wan on the way!

That thought propelled him towards the nearest turbolift. See? he told himself. Nothing to worry about. I'm not just some country bumpkin from the Outer Rim. I can find my way around Coruscant just fine.

His confidence evaporated as quickly as a puddle in the Dune Sea when he stepped off the turbolift and found himself on a crowded walkway. Which way was he supposed to go again? Right or left? Anakin looked around, quickly sidestepping as several people shuffled into the turbolift behind him.

Everything looked different up here. He'd gotten turned around, and the clouds were growing thicker overhead, obscuring the sun. And which direction was the terminal, anyway? Was it east? Or maybe it was north?

Anakin's breathing kicked up a notch, but he couldn't stand still any longer. He had to move. So he chose the right—he thought that was the right direction—and started briskly down the walkway.

As the minutes ticked past, the cloud of anxiety only grew larger and larger in Anakin's stomach. The farther from the terminal he got, the narrower the passageways grew, breaking off to the left and right, skirting around buildings and towers. The crowds thinned out, but that just made Anakin's skin crawl, because then it felt like everyone walking in the opposite direction was staring at him. Wondering what a boy like him was doing, walking around Coruscant on his own and looking completely lost.

He also got the sneaking suspicion he wasn't exactly in the best part of town. The parts of the city Obi-Wan had taken him to so far were always full of gleaming buildings and clean streets, well-dressed beings who were always courteous, if busy. Now the buildings seemed to loom overhead, casting deep shadows over the dirty walkway. Trash collected in piles in the corners, and the people he passed looked a little shabby.

If only this were Mos Espa, Anakin would know exactly where to go. He would know which streets to avoid, he could spot the warning signs when trouble was brewing....

Homesickness swirled sickeningly with the anxiety in his stomach as he felt the first few droplets of rain. Normally, Anakin loved the rain, so rare back on Tatooine but so common here. He fondly remembered the first time it had rained after they'd come back to Coruscant, and Obi-Wan had led him out onto a balcony in the Temple where he could feel the delicate raindrops pattering against his skin and soaking his clothes.

Now, he hunched his shoulders and squinted through the downpour, which grew heavier and heavier by the minute. There were even fewer people out now, most of them running or walking briskly, heading for shelter.

Shivering, Anakin shaded his eyes as he looked upward, hunting for the mag-lev train. He couldn't find it, but he wasn't sure if that was because of all the buildings or just because there wasn't a train going past at the moment.

He plodded onward, but a leaden weight settled into his gut as he realized he had no idea where he was going anymore. He wasn't even sure he knew how to get back to the terminal, because he'd made a turn somewhere back there....

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and Anakin whipped his head around to find two men standing in the shelter of a recessed doorway to his left. They were smoking something, passing a pipe back and forth and eyeing him closely. Anakin knew that look. It was the look of a predator, staring down an easy morsel as they decided whether they were hungry enough to pounce.

Anakin clenched his jaw and his fists, looking at them out of the corner of his eye and forcing himself not to run. If they came for him...he didn't have a lightsaber. Or a blaster. But he did have the Force.

When he opened himself up this time, he did so cautiously, easing his mind open so as not to be flooded all at once. Maybe it was because he was prepared for the many life forces pressing in on all sides, maybe it was because there were so few people close by, but this time it was bearable. Not unlike the way it felt in the Temple, except that everyone in the Temple was calm and warm, like dozens of candles burning steadily in the night. These two men felt...dark. Oily. Dirty.

But he could take them. He could, he could, he.... Anakin came to a halt, panic short-circuiting his brain as they stepped towards him, dark malice in their eyes.

“Anakin!”

The blaze of a sun breaking over the horizon, sudden warmth and blinding brightness, banishing the shadows once and for all. Anakin whirled around to see Obi-Wan running towards him, the hood of his cloak blowing back in his haste. Anakin glanced back at the two men, who muttered something that sounded like “Jedi” and quickly made themselves scarce.

“Master!” Anakin cried as Obi-Wan skidded to a halt on the slick walkway, eyeing the men as they scuttled away.

“Anakin, why didn't you get off at the next terminal and stay there?” Obi-Wan turned his fierce expression to Anakin, rainwater trickling through the furrows in his brow. “I could have taken the next train and found you in five minutes! Instead, you sent me on a merry chase, and if I hadn't found you when I did....”

“I'm sorry—I just—I thought—“ To his horror, Anakin felt tears welling up, and he quickly ducked his head, hoping the rain would disguise them.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, stupid! Jedi don't cry! Master your emotions! Don't make him any more disappointed than—

Obi-Wan let out a heavy sigh and sank to one knee. Then he wrapped his arms around Anakin and pulled him close. “I thought I lost you.”

Anakin stood frozen in Obi-Wan's embrace, enveloped in the warm, dry cloth of his cloak. He could feel Obi-Wan in the Force now; with him so close, Anakin could finally distinguish him from the maelstrom of all the other beings around them.

He felt fear from Obi-Wan. Anxiety. Relief. A bit of irritation masking the fear The relief was strongest, though.

Not a shred of disappointment.

Slowly, Anakin wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan too, burying his face in the rough, wet cloth of his shoulder. His cloak was already wet, so maybe he wouldn't notice or mind too much if Anakin let a few tears fall. “Sorry,” he mumbled again.

Obi-Wan let out another sigh and tightened his grip around Anakin. “No...we should have discussed a plan in case this happened. Or I should have gotten you a comlink. You were supposed to be beside me the whole time, so I thought there was no need....”

“I was scared,” Anakin whispered. The words fell from his lips before he could reel them in. He bit his lip, recoiling from the failure written into every syllable.

After a moment, Obi-Wan murmured, “I was scared too. When I reached the terminal and you were nowhere in sight....”

Anakin shivered. Obi-Wan shifted, his fingers splayed across Anakin's back.

“And what do we do when we feel fear, Padawan?”

Anakin drew in a shaky breath, remembering one of the very first lessons he'd learned at the Temple. “We accept it, then let it go.”

“That's right.”

For a minute or two, they just stood there, breathing together. The tight wad of anxiety in Anakin's chest loosened with every breath, melting away in the face of Obi-Wan's warmth. With Obi-Wan here...he could accept the fear. Because together, they could deal with it.

The Force thrummed between them like a plucked string. Or maybe they were both instruments the Force was slowly tuning, until finally they were in harmony again.

After a bit, Anakin felt calm enough to mumble, “How'd you find me?”

He could feel the fond chuckle through Obi-Wan's chest. “When you open yourself to the Force, Anakin...you're like a blazing bonfire. All I had to do was follow your light.”

“You could feel me?”

“Yes. It seems you couldn't hear me calling to you, but that will come in time.” He pulled back, looking Anakin in the eye. “Whenever you are lost, Anakin, call to me, and I will find you.”

“What if you can't?”

With a warm smile, Obi-Wan swiped his sleeve across Anakin's wet face. “Then trust in the Force. It will guide you home.”

#ask and you shall receive #a2on1break #let me count the ways #star wars #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #kind of anxious about this still because you love them SO MUCH and i've never written anakin before ^^'#the key to this for me was finding a way to connect it to jedi apprentice lol #(the memory exercise is one i got from the third book)

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juriyuna · 4 months

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If you're still doing them, how about top 5 MagiReco OTPs/NOTPs

Ah, it's hard to choose just 5 for the top of my list...! There are a number of ships I really like; I feel like I'm excluding some of my favorite children, haha. These are the ones I think about the most often, though.

5. Urara/Kurara: There's something really sweet about how Urara has seen Kurara at her worst and still loves her unconditionally. ;; On Kurara's end, it's more bittersweet-- she's painfully aware of how much Urara adores her in spite of how nasty and temperamental she can be, and it rips her apart inside because she doesn't feel like she deserves to be loved like that. I will withhold the "kurara loves urara too" essay for now for brevity's sake, but MAN Kurara loves Urara too!! She loves her so much that it's tearing both of them down!!!! RRAAAAGGGHFGDH it's too good......

I find it so cute that Urara refuses to give up on Kurara, even after they had such an ugly breakup. She knows that she messed things up by accidentally being insensitive, but she also knows that Kurara has issues of her own that she needs to sort out. In Urara's Kagome interview, she's like, sure, maybe things are bad right now... but people can change with time, you know? Maybe in a few years, they'll have grown enough emotionally that they'll be ready to make amends and give it another shot. I'm rooting for you, world's most patient clown. o7

Urakura can cover every base from fluff (remember, they used to be best friends!) to angst to hurt/comfort, making it very versatile and engaging to me. Combine that with the trope of "I love you no matter what, and I'll be here for you even on your worst days" (my weakness), and I never stood a chance.

4. Hikaru/Ao: My first Arc 2 ship, and still one of my favorites today! I remember seeing cute fanart for it way back when I first started playing the NA server and being super excited for the game to get to Crimson Resolve so I could learn more about them. :') While NA may have died before then, I am infinitely grateful that fan-translations mean I got to see these two anyway! (thank you hebinomiya and MUT for my life)

To explain a bit about why I like them, hm... They've got a nice dynamic in general! It's on the fluffier side without being bland, I think. Ao is playful in a way that feels a bit distant at first, but slowly opens up and starts to trust Hikaru more (a big milestone for how traumatized Ao is), while Hikaru gets a hit or miss crash course in Making Her Own Decisions. It's also interesting to contrast their individual ways of distancing themselves from their suffering (Ao trying to treat life like a game; Hikaru leaning hard into her role of "the Horse"), especially since they've both criticized the other for... doing almost exactly what they're doing themselves.

The way Hikaru tries to comfort Ao when she's scared or sad is cute, even if she doesn't know how to go about it. While Hikaru is largely numb to having to kill people at this point (wow, that's not depressing at all), she knows Ao isn't, and she gets worried when it seems like Ao is in over her head. Hikaru was the first person to worry about Ao after she accidentally killed Ryou, and when Ao seemed out of sorts in her MSS, Hikaru was the first person to seek her out. It plays nicely with Hikaru's struggle with agency as well-- she wants to help Ao, but she doesn't know where to start because she lacks experience and the ability to think for herself; she's caught between her personal desires (supporting a friend) vs. her duty to Promised Blood's goals; things like that.

As an added bonus, their designs compliment each other very nicely. Blue and orange is a solid combo. :> (And for one minor thing, I love that Ao has a swimsuit line where she's self-conscious about being a little pudgy, and then Hikaru has a swimsuit line where she says she thinks Ao is really cute. Tsuchinoko Real)

3. San/Miyuri: f4 could not have tailored a ship more closely to my interests if they tried. It's a little embarrassing... listen, you can't have san say "when she loses consciousness, she becomes my doll" and not expect me to think there's something going on These two pushed Neo-Magius from "kinda neat" to being my second-favorite faction. They're perfect as individual characters, and even better together; I adore the way they play off of each other. The way they want the best for the other and try to nudge each other towards success, even if that means enabling unhealthy thought patterns or behaviors and inadvertently strangling the other's personal growth, is fantastic.

And, of course, the lighter parts of their dynamic are just as good!! It's readily obvious how much Miyu loves San, but San loves Miyu too; she's just more subdued about showing people she cares for them. I think sometimes people forget how sad San was when Miyu started avoiding her out of guilt-- while it might not have been the same type of instant affection that Miyu felt towards San (at least until she saw Miyu dancing by herself and blushed over how pretty she was), San had very quickly gotten attached to Miyu as her baby, and was devastated to think that she might've lost her so soon.

They're more alike than they seem at first glance, and I think that's part of what makes their bond so strong-- San sees her old self in Miyu, and wants to watch her improve; Miyu sees herself in who San used to be, and admires that someone so timid can grow up to be so outwardly brave and capable. The whole thing is so sweet to me... ;;

... I might also mention that my headcanons for them help boost this up on my list, aha. I picture San as being very tall and broad-shouldered, and Miyu as a tiny little thing who could blow away in a strong breeze, which makes for a cute contrast. :')

2. Juri/Yuna: Oh man, where do I start? Everything about this ship is just perfect to me. I don't care whether they're friends, enemies, lovers, or what as long as they're together; their dynamic is flawless in every way. I'm stoked that they finally got a dual unit! ;_;

I am SO weak for the way Yuna cares about Juri. The gang wars could've been solved or prevented if Yuna had killed Juri before the situation got too bad, but she didn't want to do that. Yuna was so determined to leave Juri alive that she orchestrated that whole big fight in the first half of CR specifically to bring Juri down without killing her. It's not something that Yuna is proud of, but the fact that she manipulated a bunch of other girls (which unfortunately resulted in some casualties) because she loved this one particular loose cannon too much to kill her... man. Devotion.

Yuna is incredibly patient and understanding with Juri in general, which is extra cute to me because almost nobody else is. She knows Juri isn't a bad person, just struggling with mental illness and shitty circumstances, and no matter how Juri feels about herself, Yuna still loves her and wants her around. Not for her strength or holding Ryuugasaki together, but because Yuna cares for her as a friend. It's so... [clenches fist] AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

It's readily apparent how much this acceptance means to Juri, too. She used to rely heavily on Yuna for venting her stress since not only could Yuna go toe-to-toe with her in a fight (and willingly does so), she doesn't resent or demonize Juri for being the way she is. Even when Juri was hellbent on defeating Yuna in CR, she's greatly upset when she thinks that she might've actually killed her (or in the bad end where Juri does kill Yuna). For all of the animosity they held towards each other, they need each other; they don't honestly want the other to die. (Not alone, at least-- the scene where Yuna stops Juri from killing herself has an undercurrent of "how dare you try to leave without me", given that Yuna was also suicidal at the time.)

I am, as you can tell from this list, very weak for ride-or-die loyalty (or dubiously healthy attachment; take your pick), and juriyuna delivers that in spades, with all of the dressings and extras I like. Yuna's refined, serious, thoughtful personality and Juri's rowdy, aggressive, playful personality bounce off of each other in ways that are always enjoyable to see, whether it's something heavier like CR or fluffy like the Please, Yuna-san event. Top quality ship.

1. Bat/Ranka: "hmm, what if..." ← me haplessly coming up with an idea while reading CR for the first time 3 years ago, about to inflict an unbreakable curse upon myself

If I had to pick a number-one favorite ship in the series, it would be this. I am trapped in a hell of my own creation... We don't see much of their dynamic outside of CR or Ao's MSS (though Ranka does talk about the Bat elsewhere), and we've hardly gotten any of their relationship from the Bat's point of view, but that just means I can have a field day reading between the lines and piecing together a story from the scraps we do get. Enrichment!!

Ranka's "I need someone strong to follow or I'll die because I can't survive by myself" vs. the Bat's "I need someone prey on or I'll die because I can't survive by myself" is a great parallel that makes for a unique flavor of codependency. Sort of a "marionette and puppeteer" dynamic, I guess? Whatever you call it, it's 100% my brand; I go nuts for this stuff.

On Ranka's end, she knows that this relationship is unhealthy, but she keeps coming back anyway. Some of it is that she sees herself as too weak (physically and mentally) to make it on her own, so she clings to the Bat because being treated badly is better than being dead or alone. Some of it is probably that she sees herself as an awful person, and feels that she "deserves" to be hurt like this as punishment for how spineless she is (a feeling that compounds itself with every horrible thing the Bat makes her do).

It's a form of self-harm, in a way-- but even so, their relationship isn't always bad. The Bat liked Ranka enough to appoint her as her second-in-command, and for what it's worth, she did protect Ranka from the Futatsugi gang wars. She didn't take any issues with Ranka's abrasive, badmouthed personality, either! In fact, the Bat must've liked that about Ranka if she chose to keep her so close, haha. (And this is headcanon territory, but since Monzenbashi's base was an abandoned arcade, I have to figure that they shared an interest in old video games as well.)

In the end, Ranka is left in a thorny position where she hates what she has to go through, but can't bring herself to leave. After all, they have their good moments. The Bat loves her, probably. If she left, she'd be free from the abuse, but she'd lose the sense of safety and familiarity that the Bat gives her. That sort of struggle is super interesting to me-- I really like how this ship explores how loving and hating someone isn't necessarily a cut-and-dry thing.

On the Bat's end, while she does know that what she's doing is wrong, she adamantly believes that she needs to exploit others or she'll be the one to get exploited herself. She's a selfish coward who chews up the weak for personal gain and spits them out when she's through with them, viewing everyone else as either a threat to be disposed of or a tool to be used... and yet, despite all of this, she's shown to genuinely care for Ranka.

I am constantly thinking about the Ao-Ranka fight in CR where the Bat jumped to Ranka's defense, saying that she's going to kill Ao herself if Ranka is going to let herself get hurt like this. The Bat- the girl who gets a sick thrill out of torturing the helpless, who's too paranoid to trust anyone- loves Ranka enough that it made her angry to watch her get hurt. For as cruel and "save myself and fuck the rest" as she is, she has one person she wants to protect.

Something about the way the Bat wants to keep Ranka safe while also treating her like a pawn; hating the thought of losing her, but afraid of letting her get too close... fuckinf!!! Good Shit!!!!! Mix that in with Ranka's conflicting feelings about the Bat and I have a dumpster fire that will keep me warm for years.

I could be delusional (this ship is largely in my head), but it feels like a pretty realistic portrayal of an abusive relationship to me. There are all kinds of things to dig into here, from how it could get worse to how it could get better, and I just... auuuuggghhfhfh MAN im going to fling myself into the sun i love them so MUCH

(bottom 5 under the cut, both for negativity and because this is already super long)

If anyone's OTP is on this list, I apologize-- please know that none of these are a moral judgement or anything! 99% of my NOTPs are just ships I find annoying for one reason or another. It's nothing personal.

5. Rika/Ren: Truly the plain dry cornflakes of the magireco ship world. It's so Generic Yuri Manga that it manages to be frustrating in its lack of substance. I understand that it's one of the most popular ships (if not the most popular ship) in the fandom, but I'm gonna have to pass. :{

4. Ao/Ranka: Do you ever have a ship that bugs you, but you can't put your finger on why? This is one of those for me. Which is weird, because I am very much a multishipper when it comes to Promised Blood! And I adore the way that Ao and Ranka's relationship is written in canon! They have a really rich dynamic; I love watching them make that awkward, gradual shift from enemies to friends, where they clearly want to be closer but also don't quite know how to feel about each other. As a romantic ship, though... Eh. I've tried reading fics and stuff for them, but it's just not my thing.

3. Tsukuyo/Tsukasa/anyone: There isn't a single character who doesn't feel like a third wheel here. Sure, the twins might love her, but not as much as they love each other; she will always sort of be on the outside looking in. Tsukuyo and Tsukasa are so deeply, unshakeably intertwined that I don't even like shipping them monogamously with other characters (a singular exception being that I have a passive appreciation for Kanagi/Tsukasa), so adding a third girl to the mix is out of the question by default.

Yukika is probably the worst offender in terms of third wheel-ness because of her "Akatsuki-senpai" thing, but Amanes/Mifuyu wins the general awkwardness category by virtue of giving me the unfortunate impression of a mistress to a married couple. I tried reading various OT3 fics with the Amanes to see if I'd warm up to the idea, I did, but... it's regular amanecest or bust for me.

2. Kuroda/Asahi: it's not even about the abuse and general assholery on kuroda's end (heavy drama can be interesting with the right framework) it's that the idea of shipping asahi with a dude gives me hives

1. Himena/Hiko: het ship allergy strikes again, im sorry 😔 Sometimes I feel kinda dumb for this one because I know I'd probably like it if Hiko was a girl, but alas. Not only do I have negative interest in M/F, Hiko is the most boring self-insert-looking nerd guy they possibly could've designed. Ungh. (himena is a fun, fascinating character, i like her a lot, but the depths of my distaste mean that whenever a scene comes up where himena talks to/about hiko, i subconsciously overwrite it with "hiko is a girl" or "hiko is imaginary" to make it more palatable to me orz)

Plus the "unpopular boy gets bullied for dating popular girl" plotline feels super contrived to me-- while my experiences are obviously not universal, I usually find that unpopular guys get boosted up the social ladder if they manage to land a date with a popular girl. The whole "forbidden love" trope needs to be done in a very particular way in M/F ships in order for me to not find it stupid, and this one doesn't hit the mark.

... and this is a silly thing to be annoyed by, but it really does grate on me that whenever you ship Himena with a different character, there's an 85% chance that at least one person will come along like "what about hiko?" or "poor hiko" or "ot3 with hiko!" or whatever. Even if you specify that you've written Hiko out of Himena's head in some way or another (got his own body again, never existed in the first place, etc.), someone will make him the focal point regardless. It's happened to me, and it's happened to a few other people I've seen. :'| Frustrating to see an interesting comment on himesasha or w/e get derailed into "but himehiko!!", as if everything Needs to revolve around this one singular boy.

#sorry for taking forever to answer this ;; but here you go!#if i were to be completely honest #i probably would've squeaked in ''kanagi/that one black feather from her intro scene'' into top 5 #but that's so deep into canon/NPC territory that it's embarrassing to talk about #not because it's cringey or anything; it's just very personal because i've been cultivating it for almost 4 years now lmao #7 billion little WIP fic drafts/snippets/ideas that i may never finish but have fun playing with regardless #magia record #long post #hc post #asks #there are a lot of ships i dislike but most of them involve characters i don't care about #(or characters i dislike in general so it doesn't matter who they're shipped with; i'd hate it anyway)#so idk if they'd qualify as NOTPs

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seeing you talk about russian literature is always so interesting to me because there’s not too much of it in polish schools. and i’m here like Damn what did i miss. maybe i shouldn’t have complained about mickiewicz

i did enjoy the few things they made us read, like crime and punishment or master and margarita.but hang in there for real o7

it’s like. the thing is it’s not even The Worst. it’s not downright unreadable and like i’m sure all of it is Classic(tm) for a reason and hell i even enjoyed reading some of it, like fathers and sons by turgenev. it’s just that when you’re forced to study the same 6 russian authors and over and over again it starts driving you MAD. like it is actually MADDENING. and after 11 years of studying a few 19th century russian novels you start to Get It: this shit is all the same. it’s literally allllll the fucking same u dont even gotta read it. Like i didn’t read crime and punishment OR war and peace (which is like THEEE russian novel) because i was too hyperfixated on my ocs to even Care About Checking Their Summaries. i didnt know anything. but u know what ? i just pulled things out of my ass and reached logical conclusions and literally just bullshitted my way through (They just let anyone graduate frfr) BECAUSE U KNOW WHAT? AFTER 11 YEARS ? U start to realize it’s alllllll the same fucking shit. it’s all the same shit no matter which russian novel u read. it’s always about how love good. OR NO ! love BAD. love HURTS and it KILLS. CHECK THIS OUT! CONVOLUTED LOVE TRIANGLE WHERE THE TWO MEN HAVE A STRANGELY CLOSE HOMOEROTIC RELATIONSHIP! no one is happy. Everyone is really depressed and wants to die. LOVE INTEREST ALERT! SHE IS EITHER GENUINELY 13 OR 18-20 BUT IS STILL DESCRIBED IN SUCH AN INFANTILIZING AND WEIRD WAY AND ACTS LIKE A GENUINE 13 YEAR OLD SO YOU WILL STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE !! Love good tho. oh no sorry nvermind love makes everyone go insane and kill themselves. This character is on a perpetual downward spiral ! new generation GOOD. they have good ideas and they r smart and revolution good . Nvm i changed my mind new generation BAD because they care about NOTHING they invented NIHILISM and now don’t listen to adults. BAZINGA !!! ANOTHER CONVOLUTED ROMANCE WITH WEIRD UNDERTONES !!!!!!!! war bad. Did u know that ? war is bad. and scary. Unless we’re writing about how russia won LOL then war GOOD and SO EPIC !!!! AND THESE RUSSIAN DUDES WRECKED EVERYONE !!! but war bad ok ? promise u will remember war bad. Umm what else. oh! we’re killing ourselves again. ok. did u know the government is corrupt? did u? what if we wrote like 4037394 stories about just that . hold on what the FUCK this love interest is a ….. i cant even say it ……. p p p prostitute …..!!!!! MY GOD !!!!!!! THIS CANT BE HAPPENING !!!! SHE IS SO SICK AND IMPURE WE MUST KILL HER IMMEDIATELY. this character is steadily developing psychosis of some kind. Remember that new generation good unless they’re wrong then they’re bad. what’s the point of life ???? what’s the meaning ?????? let’s find out in this 500k word novel where the character falls in love wiyh a 13 year old and goes to war and then kills himself or something

#but then again u shouldnt trust my opinions on russian literature cuz i’m heavily biased against it #i HATE ALL THIS SHIT !!!! IM SICK OF IT ALL !!!!!!!!! AND IT SUCKS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#theyre gonna make us read master and margarita for class too oeughhh help meee somebody #cramswering

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i'm also eepy . i'm thinking so hard about taylor but i feel like a broken record coz im always talking about the same things with him. just the fact that he perceives everything through an anime lens as a coping mechanism for his insecurities and fears like his debilitating loneliness and (headcanon but fr there's no other explanation) fear of abandonment and i'm thinking of how he does it so subconsciously he doesn't even realize that he's doing it but i want to see him break like i want to see it get to him that this isn't another anime this is real life and he was affected in real ways by everything that's happening around him etc.

Sorry i got distracted by dinner and then a fic I was writing bUT NO YOURE SO RIGHT. AUGH. One of my favorite character tropes(? I guess) is a character who perceives the world through a lens of fiction, and I think Taylor falls under that SO INTERESTINGLY. Like you said, he’s lonely. Freddie really does make a point to show that Taylor gets really attached to people because he’s not used to having close friends, and it’s absolutely heartbreaking. Even if it is because he sees them as his supporting cast, or maybe even moreso because of that!

I really felt like Cassandra getting her arm ruined would have been a great moment for Taylor to break. He’s a mama’s boy through and through, has been since episode 1, and it would’ve been a great moment for him to realize that this is reality. I’m a little sad that we haven’t gotten that, but I’m hopeful. Maybe we just need Jimmy to play Freddie’s character for him again and then Taylor can have his big life-shattering moment (JOKE though I do think about Jimmy having Glenn have a panic attack constantly. Thank you so much Jimmy Wong for that moment o7)

#ask #cookies over yonder #dndads #taylor swift dndads

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sakuraryomen01 · 2 years

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Lost Lamb /OG Sukuna x Reader/ .o6

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✧ Warning: Og Sukuna Ryomen, servant reader, Master x Servant, protector/predator x reader kind of relationship, more suggestive content, flustered Sukuna, touchy Y/n, another trip to a village (different one this time, with a name lmao), male masturbation [but the details aren't explicit since i want details for later.]

✧ Reader: Female Reader

✧ Plot: A Master x Servant Fanfiction in which Sukuna, the king of curses, finds you snooping in his temple and he makes you pay for your crimes for the rest of your life..

✧ Words: 4.50k

fic masterlist :: .o1 .o2 .o3 .o4 .o5 .o6 .o7 .o8 .o9 .10 .11 .12

·A/n: I hope you guys haven't given up hope on you and Sukuna's love life cuz of the ending of the last chapter! Seriously, don't feel disheartened, it'll make sense down the road!! ^^

♡ Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy! ♡

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A few days later, Sukuna still sat awake, the sun beginning to rise and birds began chirping their morning songs, staring off at the wall with bloodshot eyes and thoughts racing through his head.

As days and nights passed, you were there. When he closed his eyes, teasing him with your smile and your gentle touches on his arms. Seconds later, his eyes would snap open and tear away from the sight of you in his lap again.

"Shit.." Bringing a hands up to his eyes, he let them rest there before taking a deep breath and swallowing his pride.

It wasn't a crush, he knew that for sure. Couldn't be sure it was love either. Lusting after someone and finding them a joy to be around were two different things; Sukuna knew that.

He enjoyed your cute smile, soft cheeks and cute figure. He loved seeing you smile at a joke or having fun, like at the festival. Seeing your flushed face when you entered the bathroom and saw him naked that one time didn't faze him...

Was he in love? The King of Curses?

No, this is just him being untouched for so long... Ha, lies.

Sukuna wished that was the case. He touched himself plenty, even had to yesterday thanks to you bending over. Usually, he was getting rid of any excess urges to rest soundlessly. That was until recently. Touching himself wasn't enough, he wanted more; he wasn't happy with his own hands and teases.

He wanted you.

You and your soft hands on him.

Touching and fondling anywhere you could reach, pleasing Sukuna with your hot breath and scent. Trailing your delicate fingers wherever they wished to be-

Okay, stop.

Sukuna shook his head, blinking a few times before giving himself another shake to be sure. Sitting up and gripping the bed's sheets the moment he could hear your noises from down the hall.

Turning his head towards his bedroom door, his lips twitched up in a smile. Standing, he quietly wrapped a small blanket around his broad shoulders and opened his door.

Uraume and Y/n are most likely asleep right now, so maybe he can have a morning walk!

But unlike his plans, his feet carried him towards your room. The sounds of you being frustrated with something upset him and he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Not that had anything to do with this feelings thing he was going through.

Gently, he pushed the door open to see you tossing and turning in your sleep. And just as he thought, you were upset. Brows furrowed and cheeks flushed, and as if on cue, Sukuna smiled and took a delicate step inside.

You had managed to kick off your blankets and exposed your figure to him, which he quickly fixed before anything in his mind began to race and think up new and interesting things to torture him with later that night.

"Sleeping so soundly.." Kneeling next to you, Sukuna grazed a finger against your sweating forehead and chuckled. "You're a little mess, aren't you..?"

Warmth and happiness enveloped the curse in a tight embrace, forcing Sukuna's heart to flip. Even the sun couldn't compare to this heat in his chest. After feeling so cold for so long, he wanted it. It was an intoxicating feeling he enjoyed, though didn't know the name as of right now.

Slowly, Sukuna bit his lip, unconsciously staring down at yours. Watching your lower one tremble as you continue to be frustrated at whatever you were dreaming about.

They look so soft and nice...

Before he could even begin leaning forward in an attempt, your hand squeezed Sukuna's thumb. A small action that sent a chill down his spine, igniting a feeling deep in his bones as his cheeks flushed the same color as his hair.

He took a breath. Then another. One more time before he regained control over himself. It was hard to hold back, but he had to.

As seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into an hour, Sukuna looked up and saw the sun's rays tickling your face. No longer annoyed, you rested peacefully in your bed, your head still resting on his palm and fingers still wrapped around his thumb.

Dear Gods, I want to hold you..

Sukuna swallowed a lump in his throat, slowly moving his hand away and peeling your fingers off. The ache in his heart that stabbed him hurt so bad, but he had to leave. It was creepy enough as it was that he had even stepped in your room to check on you, and staying any longer would only worsen his mood.

Once he was sure that you were covered up and sleeping soundly, he left and closed your door, releasing a sigh and heading off towards his throne.

Within the next hour, you were up and happy like a little bunny. Even walking up to the throne and bowing deeply in your normal monk outfit, making an astonished look convert Sukuna's features in moments. Seeing that cute smile and those tired eyes, smile broad and wide as you waved Sukuna a good morning and asked if he was hungry.

"Do you want some mochi?" You questioned, folding your arms behind your back and not noticing how flustered you had made the curse.

"Uh- Yes, and hurry. My stomach has been growling all morning!"

You giggled at this, rushing off towards the kitchen and leaving the man alone to go through his thoughts. Even though he let a lie slip, he was still going to eat that mochi— he knew it. In Sukuna's heart of hearts, he didn't like to waste food, even if it was a simple snack.

And if you made it, he'd eat it with a smile on his face.

"Oh, that's right.. I have that thing to do later." Sukuna said to himself, scratching his temple and groaning.

I don't even want to do anything today..

"Master, I've finished your snack!"

Seeing your chipper form bouncing towards him made him chuckle, reaching out a hand to help you up the stairs and towards him.

"Happy this morning, aren't you?" He asked, taking the small plate and grinning. "Is this normal?"

"Today just feels different, sir." You answered, your eyes seeming to glow softly at him.

Sukuna, who had finally managed to breathe again, patted his lap and signaled for you to take a seat. "Here, share these with me. I'm not going to be able to eat them all, you know."

Your cheeks flushed red, blinking and looking down at Sukuna's thigh like it was sacred land you weren't meant to sit upon. A giggle slipped from Sukuna's lips, gently pulling you up into his lap and making sure you were comfortable before handing you the plate.

Plucking one of the mochi from the dish, Sukuna began to chew on it before a yelp made you look up at him.

"Is there chocolate in this?" He asked, peering at the sweet treat before sticking his tongue inside it and licking up the sweet substance with a blush tinting his cheeks.

"Y/n, I have to go to the village today —a different one, thankfully— and get some things sorted out."

You nodded, handing him another mochi once he finished his and began eating one of your own. Swaying your feet in his lap, already getting comfortable being perfectly placed in his lap like it was your personal throne.

Sukuna's eyes trailed your figure for a moment, blinking away his thoughts and coughing.

"And I'm going to take you with me." He said finally, running a hand through his hair. "It won't take too long, but I hope to be back before dinner."

Munching on your snack, you piped in response before taking another bite from the snack and looking around the throne room. Sukuna's eyes however, remained on you.

You looked so perfect in his lap, puffed cheeks while snacking and asking questions about his mood or if you were making him uncomfortable.

Numbly answering your questions, he was soon snapped out of his trance when he saw your cheeks turn a rosy red. Smiling to himself, he wrapped a hand around your hip and traced a finger against your cheek, pushing some stray strands of hair from your face.

"There," Sukuna teased, watching your face bloom a deeper red. "Prettiest rose of the bunch."

Seeing you flustered over his words —his voice— gave him goosebumps. You weren't the only one that wasn't affected by what he said, he found his speech embarrassing, too.

"Master, can you explain what that means?" You asked suddenly, looking down, avoiding his eyes.

Well, that's rude.

He pinched your chin, lifting your face back up to him. Brows were knitted together once he saw your eyes again, a snort leaving him. No matter how cute you were, you wouldn't avoid his gaze like that again.

"Don't look away from me when you're talking."

Quickly, you looked up at him and felt flustered again. "O-Okay."

Sukuna nods, signalling for you to continue and you sigh.

"I was wondering what you mean when you say that."

"Say what, Y/n?"

You hesitate again. "When you say I'm the prettiest rose of the bunch."

Tilting his head, Sukuna inspects your composure. You still look nervous, but he can't help being blunt.

"It means you're beautiful, Y/n. As pretty as a blooming rose."

Another silence passed between you both until Sukuna coughed, cheeks heating up with every beat of his heart. He gently stood you up, shooing you off with his lower set of arms as he himself stood up to ascend down the stairs.

"We'll be leaving shortly, so hurry."

Beautiful? Me?

You stood at your closet, looking at the mirror built into the door that faced your clothing and quirked a brow. Well, you didn't think you were ugly, but you didn't consider yourself beautiful.

Beautiful was like the moon mats you had hanging, or the blue tiger lilies Sukuna had sent you the other night.

That wasn't you. You were cute or pretty, but not beautiful.

Grabbing your hood, you lifted it over your face and slipped on your shoes. Fixing your hair and quickly making your way out, you mumble a quick goodbye to Uraume and headed off towards the exit.

Sukuna stood outside the shrine, waiting for you, and holding his hand out to give you a small pat on the head. He had a thicker coat on his normal wear that was made out of bear skin. The fur was well groomed and kept clean as to not smell or go bad.

It was Sukuna's personal favorite to bring on cold walks.

"Stay close, alright? The road down to the Hokkaido village isn't easy."

Giving him a nod, you stuck to your word and stayed close. Following him down in the opposite direction of the village you were used to. This path headed north, where the cold of winter would start sooner than most areas.

Every few moments, the road would be slick with ice and Sukuna carried you until the area was safe to walk on. And eventually, there was nothing but ice on the path, forcing you to be cradled in Sukuna's arms much to your embarrassment.

"Are you warm?" He asked sometime later, giving you a small squeeze and pulling his blanket off to wrap around you.

Objecting, you waved your hands around and shook your head.

"N-No, sir. I don't need that, honest!"

Sukuna scoffed, flicking your forehead. "You're nose is beet red, use it."

Admitting defeat, you wrapped the large fur around you and rested your head against Sukuna's chest. You touch providing him enough warmth in his core to last him a lifetime as he looks over your small figure in his arms.

The big muscles made you seem almost like a baby to him, he lips teasing into a smile as he thought this. As he walked the path, he felt this sudden urge that something was going to happen.

He looked around, and didn't see anything, but the feeling continued throughout his visit to Hokkaido village.

It was a normal visit, simple hello's with the chief and mentions of payment Sukuna made sure you didn't hear about. You knew about the sacrifices, but he didn't want you to witness them. Never in his life does he want that again.

As this was happening, you looked around and saw how much snow had already fallen.

"Thank you again, Lord Ryomen." The chief bowed, lowering his head and coming up again.

Sukuna gave a grunt in response, his stare cold as he looked around at the faces of the many villagers. Their shaken state fueling his ego slightly as he turned and looked down at your still form.

The crowd watched as he knelt down and pressed his thumb to your covered forehead. Thankfully, no one could really see your face, but many were astonished at the kindness you were being showered with.

"Let's get home." Sukuna finally muttered as he stood, hoisting you back up into his arms like before and turning to the chief once again.

"At the full moon, remember that, or I'l have your heart to dine on."

With that last threat, Sukuna turned and escorted you out of the village. Walking down the path away from the village, Sukuna's eyes kept darting around him and causing confusion and concern to course through your body.

"Master, is something wrong?" You asked, turning your head up to him.

He grunted, pretty much the only response you got until there was a soft crunch sound that was a little ways off from the path. Sukuna's head darted to the right. Wide, alert eyes staring off at the noise until he sighed and continued walking towards his shrine once again.

What's he so jumpy about?

Resting your head on his chest, you listened to his faint heartbeat and soon found yourself snoring.

Sukuna was on edge the whole time; looking over his back and the surrounding area. The forest he was so used to traveling was now unsafe. It wasn't the same, Sukuna knew it must've been a cursed spirit that had formed some ways off.

If only he could pinpoint it..

Taking a few breaths, Sukuna calmed himself and decided it'd be best to worry about later. He knew that this problem would rise again, but he couldn't afford hurting you over something that'd be so easily dealt with.

Once he had managed to find a safer route to walk, he looked down at you and noticed that you had fallen asleep in his arms.

The smile that lifted his pink lips was the brightest thing besides the snow. Pearly white teeth flashing as Sukuna's eyes softened and stared down at you. Images of you smiling in his arms and with flushed cheeks entered his mind, knowing that they were fairy tails to him as of right now.

You wouldn't love him; a monster with a death toll larger than life.

He took a few steps towards his shrine, the smile on his face didn't leave as he entered. Uraume was cleaning the floors of the main hall when they heard him and turned, seeing a sleeping you in his mass of arms and the smile.

"Uraume.." Sukuna started, a sudden flush of warmth on his cheeks.

Uraume returned the pleasantries and grinned, seeing the rosy color of the curses cheeks. "Did the meeting suffice?"

"Yes. Y/n fell asleep on our way back; I'll put her to bed. Wake her when supper is made."

Uraume nodded, watching Sukuna leave towards your room and couldn't wipe the smug grin from their face. They chuckled to themselves and picked up the sponge and bucket of water, watching Sukuna's last few steps down the hall before they couldn't see him anymore.

"The King of Curses has no weaknesses.. but he might've gained one today."

Making his way down the hall, Sukuna turned towards his bedroom and pushed open the doors without question. Taking you to his massive bed and removing the blankets with ease before placing you in the place he normally slept. Dragging the blankets up and over you before checking the pillows and standing straight, looking down at your sleepy figure and smiling again.

He wasn't going to last long at this rate..

"..My Y/n," Sukuna muttered, the sudden possessiveness in his heart coming to a simmer as he chuckled and let his knuckles rub against your cheek.

"Doesn't sound half bad to me, does it?"

You squirmed around, letting your cheek press against the back of Sukuna's hand for a moment, to which he chuckled at as you smiled and hummed in content. "I know, sounds nice to me, too."

Pulling away, Sukuna turned to his curtains and closed them, picking up his astrology book at the same time with one of his extra hands and left with a final whisper of a smile ghosting his lips.

Enthralled with this sudden happiness brewing in his soul, Sukuna left the shrine in search of the wretched curse that appears to have formed nearby.

No doubt in his mind that it was caused by a wrecked village, Sukuna headed to a nearby waterfall —towards the burning city— in search of this thing.

It was almost a whole hour of searching when he found a large entrance near the waterfall. The cracked wall marking a creatures presence seemed to have been made in the stone. It was dark, but Sukuna could sense the cursed energy. After much thinking, Sukuna started to head home —marking some trees beforehand— and left.

The moon had risen and shined against the shrine once he made his way back. Looking around a final time before scoffing and heading inside.

Paranoia wasn't something Sukuna often faced, as it wasn't normal for him. But having you around as a distraction, the cursed spirit began to forget the troubles he dealt with.

Killing the cursed spirits that spawned due to the villages the surrounded him was a part of his job. As long as the chiefs kept paying for safety, of course.

As he made his way inside, he took the stairs to his throne and sat for a while, contemplating his next move when he heard you voice through the darkness.

"Master, you should be sleeping," You said, standing at the bottom of the stairs and looking up at him.

"Why aren't you in bed? And why was I in your bed?"

Sukuna took a breath, scratching his neck and sighing. "No reason, human. What woke you?"

"Worrying about you, sir." You answered, the lack of hesitation making Sukuna's heart flip.

He could tell he was blushing, feeling the familiar rise of temperature in his face as he took in your worry. Standing, Sukuna waved a hand and got off his throne, going down the stairs and joining you.

"There's no need to worry about me," He said, giving your head a pat and smiling. "I'm sorry for worrying you, but I'm fine."

You have a nod, eyes sparkling as the moonlight poured inside for one of the shrine's windows. The statues of Sukuna seemed to glow too, but they didn't compare to the color of your concerned orbs. Sukuna took a moment to take in your tired figure, seeing the sleepy expression and the disheveled night gown, he decided to take you back to bed.

"Come, let's get you back to bed, young one," Sukuna said, letting out a sigh and wrapping an arm around you.

The protective and possessive touch flustered you as Sukuna pulled you into his side and guided you down the hall and towards your room. His cool kimono was pressing against your cheek softly, though your warm cheek couldn't even begin to calm as Sukuna kept you close.

That touch you have been dying for was nothing compared to the feelings blooming in your heart. Even after all the hatred and foul looks, you couldn't help but feel closer to him.

You wanted to be, more than anything.

Unable to even deny it any longer. You liked Sukuna, but you've never felt such emotions before. The word 'like' didn't even begin to describe the warmth in your chest or the shiver down your spine when Sukuna held you.

So, as he opened your door and helped you into bed, you grabbed onto his hand and held as tight as you could.

"What is it?" Sukuna asked, his voice gruff but quiet.

You opened your mouth to let out the words, ones that you wanted to keep to yourself and never let him know your feelings. You didn't want him to know, but they were about him. He had the right to know about them, even if it was against how you felt.

"I want to tell you something," Anxiously, you squeezed Sukuna's hand and flushed pink. "Uhm, it's a little confusing to me.."

"Yes, mortal?"

Sukuna's questioning eyes and demeanor, leaning forward with eyes slightly wider than normal; you had to tell him.

"I've been feeling different recently."

He gave a nod, resting himself on a knee and looking at you with a brazen expression.

"I don't know why, but it's about you, Master." You let out, closing your eyes to ignore Sukuna's looks. He looks so pretty up close..

"My heart starts racing when you come near me, or touch me in any kind of way. I blush every time I think about your smile.. I'm so confused.." Is what you wanted to say.

"I've been worried about you," Is what you muttered out, opening your eyes and seeing Sukuna's rather hopeful look flash into a disappointed one.

"Worried?" He questioned, a subtle squeeze from his hand. "That's all?"

You gave a nod as a small sigh escaped you, though you still felt tense. Sukuna saw it too, but he decided to not push you. Whatever you wanted to say to him, he had to be patient to hear. He couldn't push you into saying anything, Sukuna knew that.

"If that's all, I'll be leaving now." He said, standing and heading towards the door. "Goodnight, Y/n."

You replied with small farewells, though Sukuna's ears didn't catch them as he trudged down the hall and towards his room. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, but that was his own feelings wanting to erupt.

Seeing your tensed body, he knew that you were hiding something from him, he couldn't help but be annoyed about it. You hiding something from him, and him being annoyed that you didn't feel like sharing it?

Flopping down onto his bed, Sukuna stared at the ceiling and sighed, he had to sleep.

He rolled over onto his side, not even bothering to bathe or get fresh clothes on, he went to sleep. Though sleep didn't find him until he had found himself in a fit of moans and whimpers.

Touching himself to try and tire himself was the only thing he could think of, and thankfully it worked. Images of you in his lap were stuck when you woke him for the festival a week ago, to the soft lips he dreamed about kissing and biting. They struck him hard and he let out groan after groan until he released and sat in his bed panting and weak.

"Y/n.." Sukuna let out a final whimper, looking down and seeing the mess he made of himself. Letting out a shaky sigh, Sukuna sat up and let go of him.

The white stickiness that was now covering him made Sukuna freeze, suddenly wondering about female anatomy and the reproductive system until he blinked and got up to wipe himself. He had to get a hobby that didn't consist of him being alone with his thoughts.

While Sukuna was dealing with his mess, you were up reading your romance novel and coming to the 'confession' part of the story. This so called confession seemed a little vulgar to you, seeing that the man and woman began to do this things called 'making love.'

You didn't understand it, but you could always ask Uraume in the morning..

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a/n:: I am SO SO sorry that Lost Lamb .o6 took this long! I wasn't feeling myself and wanted to take a break from writing until my mind was cleared and back on track with this story! I have officially started to get back on track with writing and things will be uploaded soon! ^^

[Hope you enjoyed the specials + Toji things! I also have something planned with my OC staring as a side character!! >///<]

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