i can make literally anything about sukuna.this is both a talent and a threat
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really do love one piece's stance on gods, where it's both "there is no such thing as gods, no such thing as an absolute authority which has the right to decide the freedom of others, and those who tout themselves as such are still people you can fight against, and as long as the future is fought for it can be won" and "gods ARE real but exist not as a tangible force or being but as the love and hope of the world brought about by human connections and the struggle to pursue your dreams and freedom in a vast ocean and under a beautiful sky is the inherited will of these gods who yearned for the freedom of the world"
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an excerpt of chapter 3 of "the courage of stars" :3c
“I’m glad you’re back,” she says earnestly, and Kon believes her. “I missed you.”
That comes as a bit of a surprise. Kon cocks his head to the side. “You did?” He blinks. “I mean—that sounded mean. I meant, like—you know, we barely got the chance to hang out, before… you know. I died.”
Kara lets out a slow breath. “Kon, I barely have anyone left. And you’re family.” She looks a little hurt, a little uncertain. “I mean… I thought you—if you don’t feel that way about me, that’s—”
“No no no, I do, I do!” Kon hastily reassures her. “I just—I guess I didn’t realize, um…” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. It’s a habit he picked up from Pa. That thought hurts, so he quickly pushes it away. “Aw, man, there’s like, no good way to phrase this. Uh…”
Kara laughs, at least. Score. “It’s okay. Just say it.”
Kon rakes his hand through his hair. “Okay, fine. It’s been—kind of a lot? Coming back and, y’know. Seeing that me dying, like… impacted people.”
Kara reels back with a look of shock. “What?! Of course it impacted people! You died, Kon! Everyone who cares about you—you’ve lost people before, haven’t you? You know it hurts!”
Kon winces. “See, this is what I meant about not knowing how to put it.” He chews at his lower lip for a moment, staring out at the horizon. Kara’s hand tightens over his. “I do know it hurts. I do. I just—I got this weird disconnect in my head, about it being different when it’s me.”
Because he was made to die. He was made to die saving the world, and he did. That was his purpose… or at least, he really thought it was. But after how badly his success—his death— tore apart so many people he loves, he can’t quite reconcile the thought.
There’s a tiny voice in his head that says maybe Kal was right. Maybe it really is that simple—he’s here just to live. But it’s hard to let go of a truth he’s known his whole life, especially for a new one that sounds way too good to be true.
Kara softens next to him. The wind blows her hair into her eyes, and she tosses her head, scrunching up her face.
“I guess that makes sense,” she says, squeezing his hand. “…You wanna know something, though?”
“What?”
She lets go of his hand to dig through one of the pockets on her skirt and pulls out a glasses case. She opens it, turns it around to show him, and ducks her head a little shyly. “I’ve been wearing these, in my civilian identity.”
Kon blinks down at the glasses. They’re a familiar oval shape, with simple silver wire frames. His breath catches in his throat. “Are those…”
“Yours,” Kara confirms, her voice so soft the wind almost drowns it out.
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