#this seems like a weird thing to post lol

[sweetshuga]

「 𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒄𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒔 ۶ৎ 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒕 」

❝𝑾𝒆’𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒄𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔.❞

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ +𝟏𝟖 ⋆ pure filth ⋆ best friends ⋆ sexual tension ⋆ sleepover gone wrong (or right) ⋆ birthday sex ⋆ threesome (no incest, don’t be weird) ⋆ soft dom!chris ⋆ rough dom!matt ⋆ pet names ⋆ handcuffs ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ use of a vibrator ⋆ big dick!chris ⋆ big dick!matt ⋆ raw raw ah ah ah or whatever lady gaga said ⋆ making out ⋆ missionary ⋆ chain dangle ⋆ manhandling ⋆ backshots ⋆ multiple orgasms ⋆ spanking ⋆ size kink ⋆ bulge kink ⋆ (slight) pain kink ⋆ choking kink ⋆ degradation kink ⋆ praise kink ⋆ face fucking ⋆ facial ⋆ possessive undertones ⋆ cum dumpster type shit (their pull out game is legendary) + more.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟒.𝟑 𝒌

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: I’m so sorry for how long it took me to post this but I couldn’t get in the headspace to write smut no matter how much I tried. Also, I was just gonna write a short fic but it kinda spiralled outta control... And the fact that they (matt, chris and you lol) were so loud even tho there were people home is really unrealistic so pls don’t think too much of it '~'

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝟐: I hope you enjoy it! I had so much fun writing this. This made me remember why I love writing chratt fics ^-^

𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅: English is not my first language!

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: It was just supposed to be an innocent night of sleeping over at your best friends’ house the night before their 22nd birthday—but watching their new video and hearing Matt mention the purple fuzzy handcuffs he has in his room made the night turn 360° around. Two men, aching tension and unspoken feelings... Can you handle it?

"So I think, out of context, the most embarrassing and hardest thing to explain would be like purple fuzzy handcuffs. Probably."

Your eyes widened as you paused the video, laughter bubbling in your chest. You turned your head to look at the pair of brothers sitting beside you on Matt’s bed, staring at you with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

You and Nick were supposed to hang out and watch movies but he was dozing off mid-movie so you made him go to bed early, insisting he’d get some rest since tomorrow was his and his brothers’ birthday. And that’s how you ended up in Matt’s room with him and Chris.

"You still have the handcuffs?" You teased, barely holding back your giggles, making Matt groan in embarrassment.

"Yeah... it’s somewhere in the drawer- Wait, what are you doing?" Matt’s brows furrowed in confusion when you stood up and walked towards his dresser, your mind reeling with ideas to tease him.

You rummaged through his drawers, finding clothes and whatnot—until you reached the bottom drawer. You froze upon seeing the contents of it and your head snapped to the side where Matt sat frozen on the bed while Chris looked confused at your reaction.

"What’s up?" Chris asked, blinking.

"Nothing... It’s, uh, nothing." You said, awkwardly, as you quickly took the handcuffs—that sat among quite interesting objects—and closed the drawer before turning around to face the bed with the fluffy purple handcuffs in hand.

You couldn’t believe Matt had all those... props.

Are those really for a YouTube video...? Or is he into-

You cleared your throat, your eyes darting around his room as if that’d help get rid of the inappropriate thoughts you were beginning to have about one of your best friends. It didn’t help that the fluffy handcuffs in your hands were making your palms feel oddly hot, and that heat seemed to spread through your body—going south.

In a futile attempt to hide how flustered you were, you said something you instantly regretted the moment the first word slipped past your lips, but you—stupidly—completed the sentence.

"Why don’t we try it out? I mean, like, handcuff me or something..."

You didn’t really mean anything by what you said. Even though you were more than into the idea of being handcuffed, you didn’t mean to tell them you liked being bound and helpless. It was just something impulsive. Something you should’ve thought twice before saying.

You hoped they would laugh, even if it was awkward laughter. But all they did was look at you, lips parted, like they couldn’t believe you just said that. Their reactions were like oil to fire, making your face feel hotter, your embarrassment reaching new heights. And unable to look at their shocked expressions anymore, your gaze dropped down to the ground.

"Do you wanna be handcuffed?" One of them suddenly asked.

Your head snapped up at the question, blinking. "What?"

"Do you wanna be handcuffed?" Chris repeated himself, grinning, obviously teasing you. "I didn’t know you were freaky like that."

You scowled at him, trying to seem annoyed despite how turned on you were getting. And seeing your death glare, Chris held his hands up in mock surrender, his shoulders shaking with suppressed giggles.

"I’m just messing with ya." Chris chuckled, leaning back on his hands as he watched you with amusement sparkling in his eyes. "But if you keep holding those handcuffs like that... I might think otherwise~"

You quickly tossed the handcuffs onto Matt’s bed as if burned and crossed your arms, lips twitching with a reluctant smile when the brothers laughed at how flustered you became. The friday video was completely forgotten, your mind flooded with sexual thoughts instead.

God. If only they knew what they did to you.

Well. They knew. They’ve known for a while now. They just didn’t know how to approach it, or how to tell you they knew about the feelings you oh-so desperately tried to hide, so they let it be. If you weren’t going to say anything, they weren’t going to do anything. All they could do was wait.

An hour passed by slowly, agonizingly so. You were contemplating whether to stay or leave since the atmosphere had gotten heavier than you anticipated after the stupid things you said without a second thought.

If only you hesitated...

With a quiet sigh, you stood up from the bed, making Matt and Chris look up from their phones. "I think I’ll go home now." Your words made the two brunettes look at each other, confused, before looking at you again.

"Why?" They said in unison, confusion evident in their tones.

"It’s still early you know?" Matt said, trying to keep you from going. He knew something was wrong judging by the tone of your voice and he didn’t want you to go home upset.

"Yeah." Chris chimed in, glancing at Matt, exchanging a silent conversation. He looked back at you, searching your face, his own brows settling into a frown when he saw the frown on your face.

"You said you’d stay over and celebrate our birthday with us tomorrow morning..." Chris trailed off, then continued in a more hesitant tone. "Is it about the handcuffs? If so, I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to make you upset. I’d never judge you if you do have a kink like that-"

"Kid, you are not making it any better." Matt hissed quietly, elbowing his brother, before looking back at you, gauging your reaction.

Chris grimaced when he saw the frown deepen on your face. "Fuck- Hey... I wasn’t making fun of you, I promise." Chris’ voice became significantly softer, genuinely apologetic as he looked at you.

You weren’t really upset, but you weren’t laughing either. You knew his words weren’t said to ridicule you—it just wasn’t appropriate for the mood. If he said it during one of your banter it wouldn’t have grated on your nerves as much as it did now.

"God. Just... It’s not what you said." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You were being truthful. It wasn’t his fault that your mood had soured; it was the build up of worry and anxiety that came with having feelings for your two best friends. And Chris was just unlucky to choose that time to tease you.

Chris exchanged a confused look with Matt, and Matt spoke next, carrying the same tone of confusion in his voice. "So, what’s wrong then? Is it because you like us-" Chris clamped a hand over Matt’s mouth, giving him a stern look that screamed "you weren’t supposed to tell her that".

Your eyes widened, but you quickly mumbled quietly. "I do like you two. As friends." You emphasized the "friends", hoping they’d fall for your half-assed lie. But they just stared at you deadpanned, making your heart stutter.

"What?" You said, a little too quickly and a little too defensively.

They kept looking at you, as if they knew the truth, as if they knew you were spouting bullshit. And under the pressure of their intense gazes, your composure—or what was left of it— cracked.

You looked away, unable to meet their gaze as you confessed the feelings you were so sure you’d never lay bare and vulnerable for them to decide what to do with.

"Fine. I like you. Both. Like, romantically. I love you. Or something..."

You said it all quickly, as if you’d explode if you said it any slower. And you probably would’ve—mentally that is. Your anxiety was sky high as you waited for them to speak. Your hands clenched into fists, nails digging into your palms. Their silence didn’t help your agitated state at all.

You finally looked back towards the bed when you heard the mattress creak softly, and you came face to face with the two brothers, their expressions overwhelmingly soft. Almost too tender for you to handle.

"Do you wanna try it out?" Matt asked, wrapping his long fingers around your wrist, tugging you slightly towards himself. "Genuinely. Do you wanna use it?"

"We can, uh, help you use it... If you want." Chris offered with a small shrug as he stepped closer. He said it so casually, as if it was something completely normal and something you can offer your friend without the sexual innuendo behind it.

Both of the brothers were now crowding your personal space, making you more and more aware of how good they looked tonight. God, you’d do anything to have them for one night.

You blinked, confused. "Help me... use it?"

"Yeah." One said. "We’ll help you use it." The other added.

"What?" You asked dumbly. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions—even if you somewhat had an idea of what they could mean by that.

What if you were wrong-

"We’ll handcuff you and help you fulfill your fantasies." Chris promised.

The identical brunette boys—now looking more alike due to Chris’ new hairstyle—stepped even closer. Their bodies were almost flush against yours, sandwiching you between themselves.

Oh...?

"Oh... ffu--uuuckk--" You moaned, your head falling back against Matt’s pillow as the gentle buzzing of the small vibrator—against your slick swollen clit—filled his room. You weren���t even sure when he’d taken it out of his drawer but his bed had adult toys scattered all over it.

Those are definitely not for a YouTube video.

Seeing that you were getting inside your head again, Matt clicked his tongue and pressed the vibrator a little more firmly against your poor little nub, causing your hips to jerk upwards.

"You’re thinking about other things, aren’t you, sweetheart?" He tutted, his free hand caressing your inner thigh as if he wasn’t making you tremble with a vibe. "Can’t have your pretty little mind elsewhere when we’re here."

Chris tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, his knuckles grazing your cheekbone. "God... You’re so pretty." He murmured, letting the back of his fingers caress your cheek, before cupping your chin with his hand, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip.

Chris’ other hand was already palming his dick through his pants, a large bulge straining against it. Fuck, he was big- no, huge. They both were. Identical sized bulges tenting the front of their pants, giving you quite the preview of what you were getting yourself into.

Matt was the first to catch you looking south, and his lips twitched with a smirk. "Haaahh, look at you..." He chuckled, the sound mocking and raspy, his fingers flexing on the end of the vibe. "Already so fucking horny and looking at our dick’s like you wanna devour them... So fucking desperate."

You let out a choked sound—between a gasp and a broken moan—when the vibrator pressed harder against your clit, pulsing relentlessly against the sensitive bundle of nerves, making your back arch. Your hands clenched into fists above your head, wrists bound together with the fuzzy purple handcuffs.

"All bound and helpless... Fuuck..." Chris groaned softly. His dick throbbed urgently in his sweatpants, demanding release. The veins along it were probably angry and pulsing with how turned on he was. A small spot on the crotch of his pants was beginning to grow damp with precum.

You rolled your hips, trying to get more friction. You were so close. So close. And Matt could tell. He began moving the vibrator in slow circles on your clit, causing your wrists to strain against the handcuffs.

"Matt-- cummin’—ahnn—m’gonna--" Your words caught in your throat as the pressure in your tummy grew more and more taut. Your thighs trembled as you felt the first wave of your release wash over you, strong and relentless, followed by more waves. White-hot pleasure ran through your body like electricity, eliciting soft whimpers from you.

The brothers looked at each other, their eyes holding the same question: "Who’s going first?"

Before they could decide who would fuck you first, Chris was already climbing off the bed, his hand already going to his pants as he smirked smugly at Matt—who just rolled his eyes but didn’t put much of a fight. It was obvious who was going to take you first.

Chris unbuckled his belt slowly, watching as your body shuddered, your back still arched subtly, eyes closed in bliss. He was so hard and so fucking turned on that he wasn’t sure if he could hold himself back from pouncing on you, but he knew better than to rush it; he wanted to savor the first taste of you, after all.

Matt stripped as well, and sat on the bed beside your pleasure-wracked body, in just his boxers, his clothes discarded somewhere on the floor beside his bed. His hand was already on his bulge, fingers twitching with the urge to do something about his aching cock. But he wanted to wait and watch. He wanted to see you unravel before he did, too.

Chris climbed back onto the bed, crawling over your body, having taken off his long-sleeve shirt, now in just his white tank top and boxers. His biceps flexed ever so slightly as he held himself up above you, his hands on either side of your head. He watched with desire as you looked up at him with the prettiest fucking eyes, looking so vulnerable and trusting.

His breath hitched as you parted your legs for him, letting him settle between them. Your hand trailed down his stomach, feeling the muscles contract as you went further down, teasing the waistband of his boxers.

Fuck, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Chris leaned down and kissed you, deep and filthy. His tongue tangled with yours, sucking on it, nipping on your lips, pulling the swollen flesh between his teeth—and repeating. And by the time he pulled back, you were a mess—a beautiful mess. The sight made his cock throb noticeably against his boxers.

He pulled down the waistband of his boxers enough for his hard cock to spring out and slap against his stomach, aching to be inside your warmth. His hand wrapped his base, teasing your slit with his thick head a few times before positioning it at your entrance.

He leaned down to kiss you again, swallowing your soft moan as he slowly pushed his cock inside, filling you up inch by thick inch. He wanted to go slow, but your legs wrapped around him so suddenly and so tightly that Chris bottomed out, his whole shaft fitting snugly inside your warm, wet pussy.

"Ohhh—ffuuck...." Chris groaned, breaking the kiss to instead drop his head on your shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him, trying to adjust to his size.

After composing himself, Chris slowly began moving, pulling back and dragging his length across your velvety walls before plunging deep again—and repeating. Hearing your moans of pleasure, and the way your legs tightened around him, made his pace quicken, spurred on by your responsiveness.

"God... You feel fucking amazing," he whispered against your skin. Your walls fluttered around him at his words, eliciting a soft moan from him. The words were said in such an unraveled way that they sounded dirty, filthy, and it would be an understatement to say it turned you on.

The room felt hot—and neither of you were sure if it was because of the summer heat or the heat that came with sex. Either way—Chris was sweating. And the way his tank top clung to his body was making him increasingly irritated.

With an annoyed groan, Chris pulled off his tank, revealing his bare torso. The charm on his chain—his own brand—glinted in the dim light of the bedside lamp, the cool metal contrasting starkly from his heated, flushed skin, making him hiss softly.

He leaned down to kiss along your jaw and further down to your collarbone as he fucked you, his pace quickening even further, hands gripping your waist and hip. His hips slapped against yours with loud wet smacks, your sticky juices clinging to his pelvis in small milky strands each time he pulled back.

Your attention was shifted briefly when you felt the bed dip beside your head, making you look to the side, coming face to face with Matt’s heavy cock, all flushed and swollen, veins bulging and throbbing along it. His dick twitched subtly under your heated gaze, a bead of precum slowly forming at the tip and betraying how desperate he was.

"Open up, sweetheart." Matt murmured, gently cupping your jaw, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. You complied almost immediately, opening your mouth for him to use, making him bite back a groan. The warm head of his cock slipped past your lips, pulsing on your tongue, the musky yet sweet smell of his dick filling your nose.

Chris leaned back on his heels, legs spread for more stability as he pulled your hips towards his, not wanting to pull out. One of his hands left your hip to throw one of your legs over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around your thigh and opening you up more to give himself an easier and deeper access to your pussy.

He began moving again, biting his lips to not moan out loud at how good you felt. His other hand left your hip, instead reaching out to grip the chain in the middle of the fluffy handcuffs binding your wrists together and using it as a handle to pull you onto his dick in rhythm with his thrusts.

Your eyes rolled back involuntarily, feeling his cock hit your g-spot. The overwhelming pleasure of his tip hitting just the right spots inside you made sparks shoot up your spine. It didn’t help when Matt began moving his hips, fucking your mouth in slow, deliberate thrusts.

You choked and moaned desperately around Matt’s cock, your hands gripping Chris’ hand, fingers digging into his skin as you tried to ground yourself from the pleasure threatening to consume you.

You could feel your orgasm approaching, too quick and relentless, your pussy fluttering around Chris’ pistoning cock, making the brunette boy above you moan in response.

A few more quick slams—that targeted your sweet spot—was enough for you to fall over the edge. Your body tensed before shuddering, back arching as moans of pleasure vibrated around Matt’s thick shaft, making him fuck your mouth faster, his balls tightening.

The feeling of you coming undone around him made Chris shudder, his hips stuttering.

Fuck, he was so close.

Chris was so close to coming inside you but he used the last ounce of his self-control to pull out and fisted his cock over your body, his hips chasing his hand, as he moaned desperately, his balls tightening painfully. His cum shot out in thick, milky ropes, landing on your stomach and pelvis.

Matt groaned softly, feeling his own orgasm washing over him thanks to the exquisite feeling of your tight throat combined with your sweet moans vibrating around his thick cockhead. He pulled out before coming all over your tits, painting them in his release—marking you with his semen.

You only had a few moments to catch your breath before Matt switched places with Chris, flipping you over with surprising strength, making you lay on your stomach with a gasp. He chuckled softly at the sound of your surprise, running his hand down your back to your ass and giving it a little pat.

"C’mon, all fours baby."

It was his turn now and he made sure to show you he wouldn’t be as gentle as Chris with a sharp slap on your ass the moment you were on your hands and knees, making you yelp and squirm. He palmed your ass cheeks, soothing the sting of his slap, as he let out a breathy laugh.

"Look at this pretty fucking ass..." He murmured appreciatively, voice low with barely contained desire.

He held his hefty length by the base, slapping it against your flushed ass, letting you feel how heavy it was, before teasing your slit with his tip, collecting your wetness, feeling how warm and puffy you were from being fucked so thoroughly by Chris.

Your hips moved on its own, a small whine leaving you as you rubbed your pussy against his hot, throbbing cock like a bitch in heat. Matt’s hand came down on your ass again, this time on the other cheek, hard and quick, the sharp slap making you jump.

"So fucking needy," he tutted. "Fucked my brother and still haven’t had enough hm? Need the other brother to keep you in check don’t you?"

You didn’t say anything, too embarrassed to admit how right he was. Your silence made Matt chuckle behind you. One hand gripped your hip while the other gripped his cock, positioning himself against your entrance, his tip pressing against it but not pushing in yet.

"Hope you’re ready for me sweetheart." He grunted as he finally pushed forward, filling you up in one smooth motion since you were already stretched out by Chris prior to this. The fullness was familiar and so fucking delicious.

Matt didn’t waste a second and began fucking you, deep and punishing—as if to prove a point. He was hitting the deepest parts of you, unlike Chris who had focused on your g-spot. The sensation was no less pleasurable.

He was fucking you like he wanted your cervix bruised.

Chris sat in front of you on the bed, his dick twitching back to life at the sight of your lips parting to let out a broken whimper at how slow but deep each thrust was. Matt’s hands gripped your hips tightly as he pulled back slowly before slamming into you, ripping a choked sound from your throat. The depth made your eyes roll back briefly, cuffed hands clutching desperately at the sheets under you.

"Chris." Matt grunted. "Pass me the vibrator."

Chris complied, handing him the vibe, watching intently as Matt paused his movement to turn the vibe on before pressing it against your clit, eliciting a loud, desperate moan from you. Chris’ dick jumped at the sound of your needy moan, his hand wrapping around his shaft, his eyes never leaving your face, watching it contort in pleasure.

Matt reached out with his free hand, wrapping his long fingers around your throat, choking you lightly. The feeling of his thick head slamming against your cervix, along with the feeling of his hand around your throat, made it hard to breathe. You couldn’t even moan anymore—you could only gasp for air and let out choked cries whenever he went too deep.

He leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back, as he growled softly in your ear. "You feel s’fucking good—ffuuuck--" His rhythm faltered as you clenched around him, your third orgasm crashing over you without warning.

"Fuckk yes baby... Keep squeezin’ me like that... Like you can’t get enough of this dick." Matt moaned lowly, the slapping sounds growing louder as he lost himself in the feeling of your warm greedy pussy sucking him in.

The vibrator was long forgotten under you as Matt held your hips with both of his hands—no longer choking you—holding you in place for his brutal thrusts and making it impossible for you to squirm away from the pleasure.

Chris’ hand worked faster, twisting his wrist and squeezing more tightly. His hips bucked up, fucking his own fist, lips parted, his chest heaving and breath hitching. Your eyes locked onto his—and he nearly came then, but he held himself back, wanting to feel your mouth around him before he came.

Before you knew it, Chris was in front of you, feeding you his length, groaning low in his throat, talking about how good your mouth feels around his dick. But you couldn’t focus on words anymore, too fucked out. It felt so good. Too good. Their fat cocks filled you up to the brim, one in your spasming pussy and the other deep down your throat.

It didn’t take them long to climax. Their hands were all over you, tugging and gripping, the pleasure making everything blur together. You felt them pulse in you, throb in you, their hefty lengths nestled in your holes, dragging across the sensitive walls.

"Fuuck... I’m gonna cum--" Chris groaned, gripping his base with one hand as he pulled his dick out of your mouth while the other stayed on your head, pulling it back by your hair as he fisted his thick, veiny cock in front of your face, wanting to see you covered in his seed again.

You gasped softly when the first rope of his warm cum landed on your cheek, followed by multiple quick ropes, painting your face in streaks of white. Chris groaned at the sight of your face covered in his cum, something primal in him satisfied that he just marked you up.

Matt followed soon after, pulling out and pumping his shaft quickly over your ass, painting it and your lower back with his pearly release. His hips twitched as he milked the last bit of his cum, letting it drop on your back.

You slumped forward onto the bed—boneless—chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Your body was still trembling with aftershocks, face and body covered in their semen. You turned your head to the side, brushing your hair out of your face, and licked your lips, tasting Chris’ cum that had landed on it.

"Don’t do sexy shit like that." Chris grumbled playfully.

It was obvious that you affected him and Matt in ways no one could. Their semi-hard lengths began swelling again, curling towards their stomach.

You were so sure that cumming twice would make their dicks go soft, but—to your absolute surprise—they were hard again. Their hands were all over your body in seconds, as if they were starving for you. And they kinda were.

Well, it’s safe to say that they weren’t done with you. God. They were not done. It would take until dawn to satisfy the hunger they’ve held back for months. And there were still more toys to be used. They still haven’t broken you in yet.

Oh well. It’s their birthday, after all. And birthday boys should get their wishes—their deepest desires and fantasies—fulfilled, shouldn’t they?

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[w0rm3y]

Malevolence In Spring- R. Sukuna

TAGS: Hades!Sukuna x Persephone!Reader, arranged marriage, forced proximity, kidnapping, True Form!Sukuna, Husband!Sukuna, fantasy, soulmates, Ancient Greece AU

OVERALL WARNINGS: MDNI, DDDNE, extreme violence, graphic depictions of death, blood, body horror, physical torture, psychological torture, Stockholm Syndrome, Lima Syndrome, manipulation, toxicity, cannibalism, suicide, blood kink, spit kink, breeding kink, biting kink, size kink, monster-fucking (That man is a monster, like actually), S&M, marking, stomach/belly bulges, a/b/o concepts (i.e. mates & one instance of what one might consider a heat, but that's all) THIS CHAPTER: blood, violence, cannibalism, death, mentions of body horror, soulmate stuff, Kenjaku is still here, Gojo can split into two people, stsg mentioned, unfortunately we had to add Mahito sry, Sukuna being scary but also soft, just a lot of fantasy themes

WORD COUNT: 9k

A/N: please, please, please, if you are confused, reach out! it can feel a little weird since we're meshing two different things, but if it's not making sense, lemme know :) That being said, I was nervous to post this chapter, hence the delay in the upload, because I can't tell if this is good or if it's cringe. And if it's cringe, plz don't tell me lol

SUMMARY: you were taken from your home and forced to become Sukuna's wife.

“The next time you run from me, run fast and run far. Pray that I never, ever find you. If you get away from me, I swear to you, I will not stop looking for you until you’re beside me again. Mortals and deities fear me for a reason, and I don’t mind showing you why they all share that sentiment. Understand, wife?”

|| MIS M.List || >CONSUMMATION> GIRL; korítsi; κορίτσι

As you walked into the dining room, you expected to see the wives, yet that wasn’t the case. The room was empty, save for the usual seating arrangements Sukuna used on a daily basis. That being two klines with a low banquet table in between them, and on the other side was a cushion on the floor for him to sit on. When Sukuna caught your inquisitive glances around the room, he offered some insight. 

“The generals felt uncomfortable dining with gods from the surface, as their loyalty lies with the underworld.”

A furrow scrunched between your eyebrows. “Are we really against the surface? Growing up, they stressed the importance of… staying away, but they never made it seem like the underworld was filled with enemies.”

“I believe it’s just petty mortal prejudices, notions that are completely biased due to the stereotypes they’ve passed down through the generations. The generals and their wives have decided to dine separately from us and will be leaving tomorrow morning.” Your face fell at that, which made him scoff in annoyance. “You need a break from those women and their terrible guidance, but if you’re truly upset, you can invite them back to keep you company when the battle commences.”

“And when will that be?” you asked as he lowered himself onto the cushion on the floor, leaving you to slide onto the kline closest to him.

“If everything goes according to plan, the start of autumn next year. Which will give the mortals plenty of time to train under me, and you’ll be back in the castle by the time I leave.”

Your stomach dropped. “What?” 

“Which part are you confused about?” he sighed, irritated eyes falling on you. 

“All of it.”

“You’re leaving for the surface in a month, you’ll help your mother with the change of seasons for six months while I train the mortals, then you’ll return here to assume my position while I’m away dealing with the war.”

“Sukuna, I cannot assume your position–they will not listen to me. They listen to you.”

“I know, which is why I’ll order them to listen to you. Except for the curses wandering the hunting grounds, of course. They don't listen to anyone besides me, and I’d rather you stay away from them. If they ate you, I… I believe I’d be a little bothered.” Naturally, that did very little to soothe your nerves. When he noticed, he sighed again and grabbed your arm to pull you into his lap. “Relax, this battle will take a month at most. You can handle it for a month, can’t you?”

“Do you believe I can?”

“Of course, I do. Do I think you’ll excel in the position? Absolutely not, but I do think I’ll still have a kingdom to come back to, and that’s all that matters.” Your jaw clenched as he continued. “We’ll need to obtain some ambrosia soon as well. Your birthday is coming up.”

 “And then we consummate the marriage…” Your eyes widened as another wave of trepidation surged through you. 

“Yes, but if-”

“I’ll need time to prepare.”

He cocked a brow. “For…?”

“For when you take me. I’ll need to stretch, build leg muscle, and loosen my skin down there so I don’t tear, and learn how to fake it if it doesn’t feel good.” 

He exhaled a quiet laugh. “You do that.”

“My king,” a guard called out from the entrance of the dining room. “Lord Satoru is here. Should I send him in?”

“Of course. Tell the kitchen to send in our food, too.”

With a bow of his head, the guard retreated to the door and pulled it open. However, instead of just one god walking through, there were two, and they were identical. Though their outfits were different, they were both of the very ornate type. 

If this were the Satoru you knew, the last time you’d seen him would have been over half a year ago, yet you do not remember him looking quite so extravagant. After being subjected to the darkness and all things alike that came in the underworld, this flash of color was almost blinding. 

“I apologize for being late, but I was trying to stop Suguru before he did something stupid.” The Satoru who donned the loose, light blue himation draped over his shoulder spoke first. “Unfortunately, I was unsuccessful.” The Satoru wearing the dark, royal blue chiton, unclipped from his shoulders to hang around his waist, spoke second. They even sounded identical, and their movements were almost mirrored as they took their places on opposite sides of the low-lying table.

“It’s alright. We just arrived anyway. Isn’t that right, wife?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, finally bringing yourself back to reality. Swiftly, you slid off Sukuna’s lap and onto the floor beside him before scooting closer to Satoru, the one in the light blue. Upon closer inspection, you noted his eyes mirrored his attire, and they lit up with amusement as you eyed him curiously. Even his twin regarded you with humor when your gaze flicked to him, though you noticed his eyes appeared to be a reddish hue–not as rich a color as Sukuna’s, but it was red, nonetheless. 

“You had blue eyes at the hearing, now they’re different,” you commented with growing curiosity.

“If I recall correctly, your eye color was different, too. You even have different hair, now yours is turning pinkish at the ends.” As his eyes danced around your face, he exhaled a laugh. “The underworld suits you nicely.”

“Thank you.” Your eyes flicked to the twin on your side of the table, taking note of his blue pupils. “Are you the one I met at the hearing?”

“Indeed,” he answered through his humored smile. 

“Then who is that?” you asked, glancing at the red-eyed Satoru.

“We’re the same god, just two different manifestations. Sometimes we split apart like this.”

“And what are these manifestations?”

“Love,” he said, pointing to himself before nodding toward the one across the table, finishing with, “And Desire. You can address me as such, too. Or just Satoru, I respond to all three.”

You were just about to ask why he could split when dinner was served, and you found the question leaving your mind. Instead, you moved closer to the Satoru beside you, the manifestation of love, drawn in by his light blue garment. 

As soon as you were close enough, and while Sukuna was distracted in a conversation with the other Satoru, you reached for the light blue silk. 

“Do you like it?” he asked, pulling more of the fabric over his shoulder for you to feel.

“I do. Please excuse me for seeming overbearing; it’s just that most of my clothing takes on a dull tone. And as extravagant and beautiful as they are, I find myself missing the brightness in colors like these.” You ran your thumb over the softness. “It’s lovely.”

“Then you must take it,” he mused, unwrapping it from around himself.

“Oh! No, that’s okay! Really!” As he kept unwrapping it, you grew more worried. “Please, Satoru, I would hate for you to walk around nude.”

“Relax,” he chided playfully, removing the garment completely, revealing the cloth he had wrapped around his legs, something that looked… rather strange. But in a good way. “I have bottoms on, see?”

“Bottoms?” you asked as he wrapped the himation over your shoulders. “Those are interesting… I think. I have never seen them before.”

He chuckled at your inspection. “Well, try not to find them too interesting, as I won’t be handing these over as easily as the himation. Not to mention, Sukuna might not take too kindly to you wearing a set of trousers from another god. He’s insecure like that,” he whispered the last part in your ear, earning your laughter. 

“Don’t I know it.” Your hands moved to his trousers, feeling the fabric there, too, noting the difference from the himation, it was much more sheer. “Where did you get these from? These seem simpler to wear, and would make navigating the gardens much easier.”

“How good a seamstress are you? I could have my servants show you tonight. They tailor my clothes for me.”

Your excitement heightened. “They’re with you? Your servants?”

“Nanako and Mimiko are always with me.”

“Then I’d be delighted to learn! Thank you, Satoru!” Due to your burst of happiness, the urge to wrap him up in a hug consumed you. When he reciprocated the hug, you only tightened your hold around him, which sent sparks of warmth across your skin, but not in a way that you knew from Sukuna. No, this was something different, something more friendly. “You are quite lovely to hug.”

He exhaled a laugh, patting your back. “I appreciate the compliment, but my hugs won’t be this good if my arms are snapped in half, so why don’t you-” Before he could finish that statement, a large hand gripped the back of your chiton and tugged you away from Satoru forcefully. Once you were back on Sukuna’s lap, you felt his breath graze the back of your neck.

“Don’t do that again.”

“I was only saying thank you,” you huffed, crossing your arms. 

“And see how easy you gave your thanks while staying seated on my lap? Do that next time.”

“Of course, my king,” you spat, though it wasn’t entirely bitter. 

“Did you speak with our ferryman?” Sukuna asked, earning the hum of confirmation from the god–or, gods at the table. You made a mental note to ask about that later when you had the chance. “And?”

“And he agreed that it wouldn’t be a problem to pull the soulless ones off his boat, so long as they have payment, of course–which I can ensure will happen.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, absent-mindedly picking at the food that Sukuna held in his hands for you in a small, ornate dish. 

“The mutually beneficial modus operandi that Satoru has created for both of us,” your husband answered, tone slow and… cautious? 

When you glanced up, ready to question them further, you noticed the way Satoru’s eyes were drawn to you, a look of near concern on his features before it was suppressed with a forced smile. His gaze flicked to the dish in Sukuna’s hand, the one you were grazing from, then back to the face of the god behind you. 

You paid it no mind, too consumed with the delicacy your husband was holding in his palm–you’d never tasted something so nice. But it was that thought that drew your attention to what exactly you were eating, and the revelation of it was startling–how did you not notice before that the food you’d been so eagerly chewing on was bloodied flesh?

More importantly, why weren’t you panicking? Why wasn’t your stomach churning? Why did you want more?

“I didn’t realize she adopted your tastes, as well,” Satoru subtly mentioned, returning to his own meal, one that was equally as bloody as Sukuna’s. 

“I didn’t either,” Sukuna added, though his tone held more amusement than Satoru’s. You felt his hand slide up your spine, fingers curling around your braid as he tilted your head back. “That’s mortal you’re eating, you know?”

Mortal, huh? So that’s what it tastes like?

“Do you like it?” he asked.

Did you? 

Your stomach wasn’t twisting up into knots, and your gag reflex wasn’t trying to rid your throat of the mouthful you’d just swallowed. You can also confirm that you enjoyed the taste, comparing it to a delicacy before you knew what it was.

How strange…

“It’s good, my king.”

He hummed, satisfied with your answer, and let go of your braid. As you lowered your gaze again, Sukuna reached into the small dish and pulled out another piece, holding it to your lips. The coppery smell that you’d missed before filled your nose as the slippery feeling of the blood coated your lips in a warm layer. 

Not even then did your body wish to reject what he was offering you.

With that in mind, you allowed yourself to part your lips and accept the flesh on your tongue, and when you did, you heard the raspy chuckle from the god behind you.

“I suppose this should serve as a seal of approval, then, Satoru. Even the queen enjoys the mortal cuts you’ve brought today.” 

There was a flickering flame of energy in your brain, almost as if it were about to go out completely, yet the grip you held your husband’s garment with kept you grounded in reality. 

“Have some more, my queen. It’s fresh from the butchering block, the nerves just stopped pulsing.” Sukuna held more flesh to your lips, urging you to eat it, which you did. When you swallowed that bite, you felt… weird. Sated, but weird.

“Why do I enjoy that?” you asked quietly.

“You tell me.” He spoke those words against the shell of your ear. “Well, that concludes the trial, then. I trust your butchers. We can continue with the plan.”

Satoru’s lips quirked into a semblance of a grin before he nodded. “Good. Then it's settled. They’ve advised me that they’ll have the slaughterhouse complete within three days after I give the order to begin. It should be fully operational within the week.”

That was their plan? A slaughterhouse?

“You’re butchering people?” you asked, timidly entering the conversation again.

“Yes, but it's ethically sourced now,” Satoru answered.

“What’s ethical about butchering a person?” There was a hint of criticism that seeped into your voice, and the hypocrisy of it wasn’t lost on you. You couldn’t help it, but Sukuna could.

Leaning forward to peer over your shoulder, his thumb swiped over your bottom lip. “Don’t speak of ethics on a topic like this while your lips are still glazed with a mortal’s blood. It’s unbecoming.”

Satoru, sensing your rising apprehension, added, “It’s ethically sourced now because the people who are butchered are already dead–in a sense. They’re in between life and death, being transported to the underworld, and they’re soulless. The butchered ones aren’t like other mortals who have passed; they’re different. But rather than raiding villages and killing the completely innocent ones, this method is better, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Can’t say that I do. Why do you need flesh to begin with?”

Satoru’s eyes met Sukuna’s in a brief exchange before settling on you again. “It’s necessary to maintain the internal balance of mine.”

As if he could feel your confusion, Sukuna went on to explain, “The god of love and desire rules over lust as well, and there is more than just lust of the sexual sort. Thanks to his creators, he rules over bloodlust, too.”

Satoru nodded in confirmation.

“So if it’s necessary for him, why do you eat flesh, my king?”

You felt your husband’s grin, even without seeing it. “I enjoy the taste of it, just like you do, my queen.”

After that comment, you found yourself seeking refuge from whatever else could come from that conversation. You even traded in the meat to finish your usual meal of vegetables, bread, and cheese.

* * * * *

The rest of dinner carried on without any issues, and afterwards, you found yourself waiting in the garden, underneath the gazebo, with Unoko by your side. 

Satoru’s servant, Nanako, was due to arrive sometime soon, or at least that’s what he told you, and while you knew Nanako was a girl, as Satoru had told you, you did not expect her to be so young. So, when she bowed her head in front of you, you were rather confused. 

“My queen,” she began, rising out of her curtsy. “It’s very lovely to meet you.”

You glanced at Unoko, who only shrugged at your silent question. “It’s lovely to meet you, too…” you trailed off, prompting for her name, even if you already knew it; you wanted to meet officially. 

“Nanako, my queen. Lord Satoru said you were curious about his clothing and that you wished to know the process of sewing a garment like his. I am here to pass along the knowledge.”

“I see. You are very young, Nanako. How old are you exactly?”

“Oh, I lost count ages ago, but my body stopped aging around eight years old. My parents were practitioners of dark magic and used my body to test their craft. This is a side effect of one of their rituals. But I’ve mentally aged to that of an adult, so fret not, I do not behave as a child would.”

“I can see as much,” you chuckled. “You may raise your head, if you’d like.

When her eyes landed on you, they widened before brightening. That seemed to be the reaction of most people seeing you for the first time, and you knew it had everything to do with your appearance. You’re sure there was an image everyone had in mind when envisioning the daughter of Manami, and you knew it vastly differed from the image of yourself now, of Sukuna’s wife and queen in the underworld. You made a mental note to ask for another mirror so you knew exactly what everyone was seeing when they looked at you. 

“You are very beautiful, my queen.”

“Thank you. You are beautiful, too, Nanako.” A smile curled onto her mouth at your compliment, and she bowed her head to show her thanks. “Well, let’s get started. I’m quite excited to have a pair of trousers. These dresses are nice, but I’m ready to work without having the fear of showing off more of my body than I’m willing.”

Thus began the process of her showing you how to sew this new garment, and while you worked, you found that Nanako was lovely company. Despite her size and childlike appearance, she seemed more versed in the world than you were. You suppose that’s what's expected with her age far exceeding your own.

“Will you be attending your gathering tonight, my queen?” Nanako asked over your shoulder, watching to make sure you didn’t make a mistake. 

“My gathering?”

“Oh, yes. Lord Suguru has put together a whole party in your name. It is said to be the start of the spring festivals this year.”

Memories of Sukuna telling you about this very gathering that Suguru inquired about resurfaced. However, Sukuna said he declined the offer. He also failed to mention that it was a get-together just for you. While it irked you that he kept that little tidbit from you, you knew he had his reasons for it.

“Unfortunately, I won’t be attending. Sukuna doesn’t think it’s a good idea given my mortal status.”

Her face fell slightly. “I don’t want to go against King Sukuna’s command, but there will be many deities there that would keep you safe, my queen. Lord Satoru and Lord Suguru would not let anything happen to you. Not that I believe anyone would want to harm you anyway.”

“I share in your sentiment, but it’s best to just comply with his demands.” You tied off the small thread and held up your new trousers to inspect them. “He’s a handful when he’s angry.”

“Oh, I can imagine.” 

 After she finished showing you a few more sewing techniques, you departed for the evening, and the previous conversation you had with Sukuna repeated in your head many, many times as you trekked back to your chambers. You were excited to pick up where you left off at the hot spring–you wondered if he had been thinking about it like you had been. 

But as you rounded the corner of the corridor where his chambers were located, you stopped dead in your tracks. 

Seething rage lit up your blood, filling your lungs with the smoking veils of jealousy that only Yorozu could produce. 

There, at Sukuna’s door, stood Yorozu, timidly knocking. She took a step back, waiting for him to allow her entrance, still not taking note of your presence behind her. Just as you were about to storm over and rip her away, he called out to her, giving her the command to enter his chambers. 

A wide smile spread across her mouth as she reached up and pulled his doors open, and just as she turned to close them behind her, she saw you. 

Her smile brightened at you, and she even offered a little wink before she shut the doors completely. 

An upsetting feeling stirred in your chest, mingling with the anger and jealousy like lifelong friends, creating such an ache that was making your heart race too fast. 

He was supposed to wait for you.

Did you take too long?

Before you could contemplate the betrayal further, a hand clamped onto your shoulder, startling you out of your hate-fueled reverie. Turning, you saw Kenjaku behind you with a comforting glimmer in his eye.

“What are you doing standing out here?”

Your eyes glanced back at Sukuna’s chamber doors before darting back to Kenjaku. 

“My mind seems to be a bit clouded. Perhaps it’s the new season.”

“Interesting, you should say that.”

“Is it?”

He nodded, lacing his arm through your own to lead you out of the corridor. “It is, because I’m here to escort you to your party. Suguru spent a while planning it for you.”

Hastily, you opened your mouth to decline the offer, much like Sukuna told you to do. “Oh, but I…”

He’s with Yorozu now…

He doesn’t need you anymore this evening…

Those thoughts left a bitter taste on your tongue, but you plastered a smile on your face anyway. “Alright. Let’s go.”

* * * * *

“Can I be honest with you, Kenjaku?” you asked as you stepped out of the portal and into the new place. While you’d never been to this place specifically before, you could sense that you were now on the surface. 

Anxiety swirled in your gut at the thought of leaving Sukuna without telling him. But on the other hand, you felt as though it was deserved–how dare he call upon Yorozu because you were a little late!

“Of course.”

“I am quite nervous. This party is for me, yet I’ve never really been the center of attention. The thought of all those eyes on me is making me feel a bit sick.” 

Or was it the fear of Sukuna finding out that you left?

“Don’t worry. Not only do you look different from the last time anyone has seen you, but this is a party put together by Suguru–I highly doubt anyone is sober enough to even recognize you if they wanted to. But do not worry, the mortals he invited do not belong to his cult following, so a state of madness should not ensue.”

“I see.” You swallowed back your trepidation and ventured further into a wooded area that the portal opened into. In the distance, the sound of cheer and music drifted about, and the closer you got, the more you could smell an aroma of some sort of feast. “I have another question.”

“Go on.”

“You told Sukuna to… romance me, didn’t you?” 

He hummed a chuckle. “I did, indeed. As you can see, the god doesn’t listen to a word I say, and for that I’m sorry. I truly didn’t intend on him capturing you and bringing you to the underworld by force.”

“Oh, it’s alright. I don’t blame you for my situation. But I’m curious, why did you point him in my direction in the first place?”

He pondered his answer for a moment before speaking. “19 years ago, almost 20 now, I went to Uraume, telling them Manami was bearing a child, and they then went to Sukuna to tell him of the news. Of course, he wasn’t interested at all, and was addled when they told him he would need to romance the offspring when she turned 18.” You stopped short in your tracks. Kenjaku only took one more before he noticed you had fallen quiet behind him.  “I created you to be his companion, his mate–a match of sorts. It’s why you fit him so perfectly, and it’s why you’ve both taken to one another so quickly–it was meant to be thanks to me.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well,” he began, lacing his arm through yours again to lead you further into the forest. “Your mother and I made a deal. She wanted a child, and I needed to find someone who could hold their own against Sukuna. I have bigger plans that will lead me out of the underworld someday-”

“Did my mother know?” Kenjaku sighed at your interruption, a melancholic look taking over his face. “Did she know I would be wed to Sukuna-”

“Yes, but please don’t blame her for it. If anyone must take the fall, allow it to be me–Manami hates me enough as it is, and Sukuna isn’t very fond of me as of late, either. But those were the consequences I knew of going into this.”

“So, why did you do it in the first place?”

“My plan. Securing Sukuna’s mate was step one. Step two will take me to the surface, and after that, step three will keep me there for twenty more years. Sukuna can’t be alone for that long; you were necessary.”

“And does he know I’m his… fated partner?”

He chuckled and patted your arm. “Believe me, Sukuna knows. Not a second goes by that he isn’t reminded of that fact. The power in you lies dormant for right now, but once your marriage is entirely complete, you will feel the effects of this bond, too.”

“Entirely complete?–oh… You mean the consummation.”

“That’s only half of it. The bond won’t be fulfilled until you are his equal, and by that, I mean you will need to be a full deity first. Whichever comes first, the sex or the ambrosia, does not matter. So long as they’re both done correctly, step one of my plan will be a success.”

“And this plan of yours is to do what exactly?”

He shrugged and answered, “To maintain neutrality amongst the pantheon. While there is one god in particular who did not let his newest title go to his head, the same cannot be said about his siblings.”

“I assume you’re talking about Sukuna, Jin, and Wasuke.”

“Correct. Overthrowing their father was necessary. However, I found it to be necessary for the sake of impartiality across the pantheon. We are all gods and goddesses, there is no need for kings and queens– no offense.”

“None taken,” you muttered, finding his explanation a little confusing.

“Unfortunately, there is very little I can do about the new titles now. The land, sea, and underworld have their leaders whom they look up to. To remove the kings from their position now would be wrong. But that doesn’t mean I can’t maintain a balance of power, does that make sense?”

You breathed, “Not really. But I’m sure it will, in due time. Sukuna trusts you for a reason, and you’ve given me no reason not to put all of my faith in you, so until then, I’ll blindly follow you. You seem to know what you’re doing anyway.”

He snorted at that and brushed you off. “Please. I only pretend. It’s the overwhelming confidence that has people so convinced.”

 The music and scent of food grew stronger, and in the distance, you could see flickering lights. You knew you were getting close, but before you officially arrived, there was still one more question you needed to ask Kenjaku. 

You glanced at him, ready to read his facial expressions as you asked, “If Sukuna can feel the effects of this bond, why does he insist on keeping Yorozu around?”

A small smile quirked at the corners of his mouth as he gave your arm another gentle pat. “Sukuna might be a god, but he is still of the male sex.”

Your nose curled at his answer. “So, even with a wife who is willing, he’d rather be with his whore-”

“No, no. That is not what I meant. My friend is just as clueless about his own feelings as a mortal man would be. While he has those urges, indulging in what lies between a whore’s legs doesn’t require emotional intelligence, and he surely wasn’t required to have any by being my friend, or even Uraume’s– well, none of the romantic sense, anyway.” He paused, clicking his tongue quietly before adding, “What I’m trying to say is he doesn’t understand his newfound feelings because he’s never experienced it before.”

“Am I… being too harsh on him when it comes to Yorozu?”

“Absolutely not. Be harsher if you’d like. I do enjoy watching him struggle in this way; it amuses me, but it also makes me happy. More than either of you could ever comprehend.” 

A giggle bubbled up from your chest. “Are you sure you’re his friend if you enjoy his struggle?”

“It’s not his struggle that makes me happy; that merely entertains me. My happiness lies with his own, and being with you has made him happy, whether he wants to admit it or not. It’s been many, many years since I’ve seen him smile at someone other than the victims he leaves mangled at his feet.”

You scoffed, “I make him smile?”

Sure, you’d seen it a few times, but it’s never been a genuine smile.

“From what I can tell, yes. Before you began dining with him, Uraume would. Each evening, they’d ask him how you were doing, and for the first half of their dinner, he’d report to them on your progress. The entire time, he would try his damndest to hold back a smile, or so Uraume says. Now, that entertains me just as much as it makes me happy.” The lilt in his voice brought a redness to your face. “Sukuna is only a reflection of how the whole world perceives him. If they treat him as a beast, that is how he will act.”

Sadness and pangs of guilt swirled in your chest, constricting tightly around your heart. Deep inside of you, an anger began brewing. 

“But if his whole world perceives him as a man, and shows him the love and kindness that he deserves, I don’t doubt that he’d reflect that just the same.”

His whole world?

“You mean me?” 

“I do.”

Your teeth sank into your inner cheek. “Kenjaku, I wouldn’t mind showing him that, but he can be cruel at times-”

“I said the love and kindness he deserves. If he is cruel, be cruel.” His gaze slid to you then as he continued. “I only ask that when he is being loving, you reciprocate it, and perhaps for the time being, reciprocate it tenfold to compensate for the hatred he’s had to endure for the centuries before you. I know my request seems unfair, but he will repay you for your kindness, I assure you.”

Inviting Yorozu back to his chambers wasn’t a very good start to repaying you for your kindness thus far…

“Maybe it’ll seem like an impossible feat at first, but just as he doesn’t understand his feelings for you, he doesn’t understand how someone could return those feelings.”

‘I am a monster…’

And when he said that, he spoke as if he truly believed that–as if it had been shoved down his throat his entire existence. He could be a monster, but he doesn’t have to be.

“I’ll try my hardest.”

He sighed and pulled you both to a stop in the forest. With his two cold hands, he held your cheeks and pressed a peck to your forehead. 

“Thank you. Now, please enjoy your party.”

“You’re not staying?”

He shook his head. “No, I have some things I’d like to accomplish while on the surface. They shouldn’t take me long, so I will be back before the end to escort you back to the underworld.”

After departing from him, you ventured further toward the party, and when you stepped out of the wood line, you realized that Kenjaku was right; these people were not sober enough to recognize you at all. With your nerves now settled, you finally smiled and relaxed into the joyous atmosphere. 

In the large clearing, there were different stalls set up, almost as if this were a merchant’s market. In some, there were seating areas, in others, some tables lined with food, and enough wine barrels to supply the underworld for an entire year. Each stall was crammed full of people, lounging, eating, and cheering their thanks for the new season. 

But the merriment didn’t stop inside the stalls; it even spilled out in between. Sporadically placed around the clearing were giant bonfires, and around them were gods and mortals dancing together, singing along with the music so loudly. It had been so long since you’d seen so much joy in one place, shared among so many different people.

Your body jolted forward as a line of women, interlocking their hands, ran behind you, knocking into your back and dousing you in wine. Due to the overwhelmingly pleasant atmosphere, you couldn’t even find yourself caring. 

The women were quick to apologize, but you brushed them off with a giggle, telling them to go on with enjoying themselves, which they hastily did. You wanted to follow and join in with them, but a familiar god caught your eye.

And when he noticed you walking closer, his red eyes widened in surprise. Satoru, the one who ruled over desire, dismissed himself from the conversation between him and another woman to approach you. He smiled and picked up your hand, leading you away from the current crowd of people. 

“Now, what are you doing here? Nanako mentioned you were going to bed after she returned to me not too long ago,” he said, leaning forward to speak over all the noise. 

“It’s my party, isn’t it?”

“It is, but Sukuna declined the invitation. Where is he? Usually, his output is so suffocating, yet I cannot sense him.”

“That’s because he’s not here. I came alone.”

“How’d you manage that?” He lifted your hand, helping you up the little set of steps and into one of the food stalls. 

You shrugged. “I just left.”

Satoru paused then, a look of concern growing on his face. “You just… left? Without telling him?”

“Indeed. He is caught up with something else at the moment, so I thought I’d stop by.”

He choked on his laugh. “Wow, okay. I commend you for your bravery.”

You hummed and picked at the fruit on the table. “Where is your counterpart?”

“Which one?” While chewing, you frowned at his question. “Suguru or my other half?”

After swallowing, you asked, “Is Suguru your counterpart? Sukuna mentioned you two went everywhere together.”

“That is true. Which is why my other half and Suguru are over there together. They’re a bit… preoccupied, so…” he trailed off as he explained, pouring some of the wine into a cup for himself. “Maybe don’t stray toward that area.”

Your eyes moved to the area he pointed at, taking note of the stand with the curtains drawn closed, coming to your own conclusion about his warning. “I’ll bear that in mind.”

“Please do. I fear Sukuna would rip me apart if you succumbed to their combined effects.” 

For the next hour, Satoru and you talked about the simple things, and you soon found that the man was wonderful company. He was able to take the most mundane topics and somehow keep your utmost interest in the conversation. He was very charming, and you very quickly dubbed him a friend. 

When he led you out of the lounging stall to walk around the crowds, per your request, it wasn’t long until you were captured from behind and wrapped into a bone-crushing hug. Satoru and you both gasped at the sudden attack and began trying to pry the stranger off of you. 

Only when you heard a familiar voice did you stop moving. 

“I can’t believe you’re here.” Glancing over your shoulder while still held tightly in his grasp, you realized the attacker was a friend. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?”

“Mahito?” Hearing the realization in your voice, Satoru relented in his attempt to put distance between you and the stranger. “What are you doing here?”

“A party in the name of my good friend, why wouldn’t I be here?” He pulled away from his hug, holding you by your shoulders. “Where did you go? I tried asking your mother, but she wouldn’t speak to anyone, and a year later, here you are– woah, you’ve changed… a lot.”

Brushing off his amazement at your new looks, you said, “Oh, I’m sorry, Mahito. I moved away. It was rather sudden; I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye to anyone.”

His bright eyes dulled only slightly at your tone. “Where’d you go?”

Before you could answer, Satoru grabbed onto your waist and pulled you away from Mahito. “To the underworld to rule beside Sukuna.”

His eyes flicked to the god behind you, dulling even more. “What?”

“You heard me.” He put emphasis on his words before adding, “You’d do best to remember that, Mahito. Should you give in to those… urges you’re feeling right now, you’ll be ripped apart.”

With a scoff, you looked back at him. “Gods, Satoru, what are you implying?”

“Whatever I need to, so as not to be mauled by your husband. Just be careful.” He pointed that last part toward Mahito before looking back at you. “I’ll be with my counterparts if you need me.” He tapped you on the nose before heading toward the sealed-off stall, leaving you with Mahito. 

“Well, whatever that was about, I’m not sure.” You exhaled a laugh and laced your arm through Mahito’s, leading him toward the seating area Satoru and you had been in before. “So, how have you been?”

“Just as always, though it’s been far too boring with you gone. You need to move back.”

“Oh, I will be soon. I’ll be spending the warmer season on the surface before returning to the underworld. You’ll have to stop by my mother’s home sometime to visit. You’ll get to meet my child, too.”

His eyes widened. “You have a child?”

“I do. Although he is not mine by blood. His name is Yuji.”

“And how did you just acquire a child?”

A smile graced your mouth. “I will tell you, come sit.”

Mahito and you spent a few hours catching up with one another, and while you did miss your friend, you did not miss his… touchy-feely tendencies. They were very quickly starting to make you feel rather irritable, and you wondered if it might have something to do with the shared bond with Sukuna. 

When his fingertips would slide up your bare arm, a wave of nausea would settle thickly in your stomach, making you recoil as nicely as you could from his touch. He didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he paid it no mind.

As the party began to draw to a close, the music died down, as did the chatter and cheer; however, it had been gradual. 

So, when it all went silent immediately, it was enough to raise a bit of concern. Even Mahito noticed and sat up on the kline, glancing around the clearing to see what was going on. 

And then you felt it. 

A certain shift in the atmosphere. 

One that you knew too well.

When the bonfire pits blazed brighter and hotter, each of them burst with a newfound heat, burning so hot–that’s when you began feeling overwhelmingly sick. The flames crackled and sparked, sending charred embers into the air, and then, one by one, each pit was overtaken by dark red flames. 

“What the hell?” Mahito whispered to himself, pushing up from the kline to rest back on his elbows. It seemed the rest of the crowd felt that surge of darkness just as you had, though they didn’t know its origins like you did, yet they were frozen just as you– and they didn’t even know why. 

Poor bastards…

“The gods are fleeing!” someone in the middle of the crowd shouted, sending the rest of them into a panic. 

In the midst of their chaos, you could hear them chanting, throwing around the words brute and beast as a warning. Within seconds of that, the perimeter of the clearing caught fire, creating a veil of flames that kept most inside. The unlucky ones caught in fiery gates were burned to a crisp almost instantly. 

Just as the realization of what was happening dawned on you, you heard another person begin shouting out another warning, just one word that sounded a lot like ‘monster.’

There was no other warning, no other indication of his arrival–when the bonfires burned so hot, so red, he was already here. 

Though there was a purpose, and you knew of that purpose. The monster of the underworld would not rise to the surface for no reason; he came here for you; this was your fault. 

So, as the dark blood-red haze fell over the clearing, soaking up all the firelight, the music, the laughter, the cheer, you knew the death of all happiness in this moment was your fault. The bonfires flickered, giving just enough light to paint the image of what was happening, as if the terrorizing screams of pain and torture weren’t enough.

He was slicing these people to bits, shredding them into pieces, and burning the rest. 

Beside you, Mahito grabbed onto your hand and pulled you from your seat. When you tugged against his grasp, he began pleading with you to move, but you couldn’t. There was something inside of you that was drawing you toward the horrifying screams– no, you were being drawn toward the creator of those screams, to the beast that was ripping apart mortals with such ease.

Mahito pleaded with you again, grabbing your hand once more.

“I need to go to him. Please, leave. Hurry!”

“You can’t, that monster–he’ll kill you.”

“He won’t, Mahito-”

His hold didn’t relent. “I’m not leaving you here!”

“Please! Let go of me! You are the one who needs-”

The warmth of smoke, almost like a thick veil of steam, wrapped around your legs as a new darkness enveloped Mahito and you. Your body lurched forward with Mahito’s grip, almost sending you stumbling to the ground, and if he hadn’t let go of you, you would’ve. 

Even through the newfound darkness, you felt him; the connection between you both caught fire in your veins. Sukuna was near– he was within your reach. 

“Sukuna,” you called out to him blindly, feeling around in the pitch blackness, following the almost deafening thrum of energy, creating such a friction in the air. “Sukuna, please. I know you are angry with me, but please calm down. You are scaring me-” The rest of your sentence was caught in your throat as the smoky warmth tethered up your legs, coiling tightly around your neck. 

“Scared?” a haunting echo called, filling the area with a voice that sounded eerily familiar to Sukuna’s, but this one was so much different than the one you knew. “I was scared, wife. You left me, you got away from me, you abandoned me-”

“I did not,” you choked, lungs filling with the smoke his flames were exuding. “I would never leave you-”

“But you did! You left! Again and again, you go against me! You disobey me, you forget your place beside me!”

“I am sorry-”

“You have a duty to me, you serve a purpose to me!”

“I know!” 

The darkness around you began to recede, though the tension continued to rise. With the light, you could now see the many mortal bodies that had been torn apart, strewn across the clearing, coating almost every inch of the trees and grass in blood. It had even begun to drip from the roofs of the stalls, from the leaves of the trees, yet the warmth of the blood droplets on your face never registered; your body felt numb. 

You felt his presence grow behind you, making the hair on the back of your neck stand straight. With shaky legs, you turned around to face him. 

But the sight was far worse than you had imagined, as it wasn’t just the monster alone; he was standing there, holding Mahito off the ground by his head. Your friend struggled against Sukuna’s grip on his skull, stirring up a sickness in your stomach. The urge to gag just from the sheer terror throbbed in your throat.

His once tanned skin was now doused in the flickering light his flames were putting off, casting shadows over his body, which only made him look more petrifying. Even his eyes seemed to glow an even brighter red than usual.

He looked like a monster. 

But this was still Sukuna.

He leaned forward until his face was right in front of yours, and rather than cowering away from him, you stood your ground, maintaining that eye contact, no matter how intimidating it felt in that moment. 

“Is that right? You know of your purpose to me?” he growled, and when he did so, plumes of black smoke wafted up from flames at his feet, even the liquid fire that was dripping from the hand he wasn’t using to hold Mahito off the ground with, and it filled your senses with something that should not elicit a pleasurable feeling in your body, but it did. Like a drug, you found yourself leaning into that before Mahito’s pained groan snapped you out of the heady feeling. “If you know your purpose, why did you leave me?”

“Stop this, Sukuna– let’s go back home so I can resume that purpose for you. I can show you that I am sorry! Allow me to apologize!”

“An apology?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. When you nodded, a twisted grin curled onto his mouth. “I think I’d rather hear you beg for mercy, wife.”

Fear slithered up your spine, but you complied and slipped to your knees. He straightened then, peering down at you with a satisfied look on his face. 

“P-Please, Sukuna. I beg you, be merciful. Spare me, allow me to make up for my mistake.” His dark chuckle rumbled throughout the bloodied forest. 

“Look at you. I hold this man by his head, and you beg me to spare you. Doesn’t seem fair, does it?” he cooed, garnering my attention. “Lucky you, I am unable to kill you, so you’ll have to be spared. The same cannot be said about this mortal. As punishment for groping my wife, I will be killing him-”

“He did not grope me! He barely touched me! And it was friendly, that’s all!”

“The specifics don’t matter; you smell like another man. I don’t like that-”

“No! That– you can’t do that, Sukuna! Not when you lie with Yorozu whenever you feel like it!”

“I have not been with Yorozu since her punishment.”

“Lies!” you shouted, allowing that irritability to fester into complete anger.

“Lies?” he chuckled, repeating your exclamation. “I speak the truth, wife. Since that night, the only thing that serves to arouse me is to think about how sweet you taste between your legs. Believe me, a used bed whore is the very last thing on my mind.”

“You invited her into your chambers tonight! I saw it!”

“I assumed her to be you. That’s why I allowed her in.” 

He exhaled a laugh and tossed Mahito away from him. Just as he stood to run away from Sukuna, a dark red ring of fire burned around him. The entire time, Sukuna didn’t remove his terrifying eyes from yours. He knelt beside you, placing his sharp, pointed finger under your chin, raising your head. 

“She wanted to invite her sister to the shrine. I told her I’d come to a decision on that matter with my queen, and then I dismissed her so I could wait for you. Lo and behold, you escaped me because you envy a whore. Isn’t that pathetic?”

Pathetic…

“Which part, my king?” you spat, pulling your chin away from him. “Me assuming you slept with her again, or that you waited up for me? Or maybe that you came here and murdered all of these people at a festival held in my name!”

His brows drew together as a humming moan reverberated from his chest, and he wrapped his fingers around your jaw, leaning in even closer until his lips grazed yours. Instantly, your lungs were filled with that addictive smoke of his as he growled against your lips, “You speak to me as if I couldn’t rip your heart out in a matter of seconds.”

“You can, but you won’t.”

“This is thrilling for you, isn’t it? It would take nothing for me to shove my hands into your chest,” he purred, dragging his fingers down your chest, settling them right on your sternum. “After ripping you apart, I could promise to hold your heart so delicately in my hands, and you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

A burning heat thrummed over your skin at his words, speaking each one as if he were moaning them right into your ear. “I’d like it as much as you would, my king.” 

“Yes, well, we are almost internally identical, aren’t we?”

“It sure feels that way.”

“I believe there is one key difference, and that lies within how far we allow our jealousy to fester before we seek retribution.”

Your jaw clenched as you pushed away from him, but he was swift in pulling you close again. 

“Is that so? You’re going to punish me so quickly after something like this when you’ve been sucked off by your whore in my presence, yet I’ve done nothing to punish you? How can you be so unfair?”

“You misinterpret my words.” His voice was almost a ghostly whisper against your lips. “Retribution should be sought after for the ones who touched what’s ours, my queen. I believe you’ve let Yorozu breathe for far too long. You should have wrapped those thorns of yours around her throat the moment you saw us together.”

“I’m not as quick to anger as you are.”

“I beg to differ. If anything, your temper exceeds mine tenfold.” More smoke wafted from the flames at his feet as he chuckled, “But one of us needs to act as an executioner–perhaps it’s better if the level-headed one fills that spot.”

Very quickly, you caught onto the meaning behind his words just as he glanced over his shoulder at a particular man inside a ring of fire. “Sukuna, please don’t. Please, leave Mahito alone; he is my friend.”

“Friends do not touch you the way he has touched you-”

“But he didn’t do anything! He’s a friend– just a friend-” His thick hand clamped down on your mouth. 

“I know you cannot feel what lies inside of you, but I can– she is begging for his death just as much as I am. She feels… disgusted by what’s transpired tonight.” 

Your thoughts strayed to the nausea you felt when Mahito would touch you. Was that thing inside of you trying to tell you something? 

“But she is different than me! I’m asking you not to do this.” You were begging him on your hands and knees, forehead to the ground, which was a sight he seemed to find a little comical if his laughter was any indication.

“Begging without being told? You do it so willingly. This is not how someone of your rank behaves,” he tutted condescendingly. “My queen does not do this.”

“I’m not your queen right now,” you choked, clinging to him with as much strength as you could muster. “I’m your wife.” 

With those words, a silence fell over the forest, save for the crackling flames and rustling of blood dripping from the leaves. Soon, the air became lighter, more breathable, and less intoxicating, but still, you didn’t raise your head from the ground. What felt like minutes had passed until you heard him shift above you. 

His hands moved to your ribs, under your arms, and he raised you off the ground with ease. But instead of tossing you away like you feared he might, he brought you into his arms. Instinctively, your arms wrapped around his neck, head resting on his shoulders, and your legs locked around his torso. With one hand holding you against him and the other cradling the back of your head, you felt yourself begin to relax into him. 

Only then did you risk opening your eyes.

His skin was its normal tanned shade, and no longer caught in the flickering light of his flames. A warmth emanated from him as he stood there, breathing calmly and brushing a hand through your hair, almost as if trying to soothe you. Without hesitating, you brought your hand to his hair to do the same, knowing that he liked it, but would never admit it. 

“I’ve never known fear until tonight,” he said, voice so grave and rough, but also spoken as if he were confused by what he was saying. “Don’t do that to me again.”

“I-I’m sorry. I thought Yorozu and you-”

“I know.”

Tears continued to streak down your face, wetting his shoulder completely. “I was so angry, Sukuna.”

“Then be angry, woman, and be mean, and cruel. Be anything that will make up for what I’ve done to you, but, gods, don’t leave me. I thought you escaped me…”

“I’m sorry-”

“Stop apologizing. It’s done now.” His lips met your temple softly. 

“If I had just stayed, none of this would have happened. All of these people are-”

“It’s done now,” he repeated, and one by one, the flames of all the bonfires around the clearing faded into nothing, even the ring Mahito was placed in was snubbed out, blanketing the forest in utter darkness. “Forgive me, you shouldn’t have to see things like that.”

Once again, you felt his body shift and heard the crunching of leaves under his feet. The warmth radiating off his chest strengthened then, lulling you to sleep.

“Sukuna-”

“Sleep, you’re exhausted.”

|| MIS M.List || >CONSUMMATION>

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[bonzirella]

baby trouble !! (part 3) ft. oliver aiku and karasu tabito 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 part 1! part 2!

Summary: Congrats, you've just given birth! As you proudly hold up your baby, something seems off... the little thing looks just like her father!! And let's say... you're not the most rational about it. wc: 463 for oliver, 334 for karasu

Includes: fluff+crack, gender-neutral reader, reader does give birth but i fully support that mpreg exists in this universe, reader is not implied to be married with either chara, the children are both biologically female (she/her pronouns) because i stand bllk being girl dads, usage of the word "stupid", reader is lowkey sassy towards both charas but they reciprocate it so ig it's fine, no intense details of the actual birth. oliver being a menace,

a/n: p3!! req by @acideathr. kinda hate how short karasu's is, but i had the most fun writing it lol. lmk if you want any other charas

art creds go to dagoat yusuke nomura divider creds go to @hyuneskkami

oliver aiku

The room was quiet and warm. The soft buzz of a machine provided a serene ambience, and you looked glowing. Your baby cooed softly nearby while the doctors did their final checkups, and for a brief moment, you felt calm. Content, because the worst was over, and now you had your sweet baby girl in this room. Oliver had gone out to grab you some food, since you were absolutely famished. 

One of the nurses smiled as she gently passed your daughter back into your arms. “She’s completely healthy, ma’am.” You smiled back, “Thank you.” The staff filed out, one by one. You were alone with your newborn now. You promised Oliver that the two of you would look at your baby together, but you couldn’t resist the temptation! You looked down at her, swaddled tightly in fuzzy blankets. A little squishy. A little warm. Kind of weird-looking, in that universal newborn way… but still cute. The first thing you noticed was her hair. Thick and dark, just like her father’s. You smiled softly and kissed her head. Then she yawned. Her lips curled into a tiny, smug little grin—just like his. Your smile began to falter. Then she opened her eyes. 

Your soul left your body. 

Heterochromia. One green, one purple.. but they’re switched compared to Oliver’s. It’s like the universe was apologizing to you in some sick, twisted way. Even her eyelashes had the same dramatic curl as his do. He blinked up at you, and you swear you could already see her getting everyone to swoon over her. 

This wasn’t a child. This was Oliver Aiku in a blanket. 

You were still reeling from the defeat your genes faced when the door opened with a casual click, and in strolled the man himself, holding your favorite takeout like this was a post-game celebration. “Miss me?” he asked with a smirk, setting the food on the bedside table like some hot otome butler. You didn’t respond. 

Instead, you turned the baby toward him like you were revealing a cursed relic and hissed, “Nine months in my womb, making me suffer… and she comes out looking just like her stupid father?!” 

Oliver paused. Blinked. Came closer to get a better look. She stared at him. Stuck her tongue out. He stared back. Stuck out his tongue. Then, his face split into the most violating grin you’d ever seen. He even patted her little head like she’d scored a goal. 

“Aw babe. Don’t worry,” he said, voice smug and cocky, “maybe the next one can look like you… if we start trying again right now—” You launched a pillow at him, baby in one hand. It hit him square in the face. He was kicked out of the room for “disturbing the mother.”

karasu tabito

The baby was finally here. 

After a few hours of labor, a few quiet tears from Karasu, and a minor breakdown from one new nurse, you were finally holding your child. Warm, tiny, soft, and totally yours. The doctors filed out to give the two of you a moment. The room settled into a soft hum as you looked up at him with teary eyes and whispered, “Tabi.. look at our little girl..” 

Karasu cleared his throat like he wasn’t seconds from crying again. “She’s gonna be beautiful,” he murmured, “just like you.” You smiled and slowly pulled back the blanket to reveal her face, both of you breathless with anticipation. And then… her eyes opened. 

Initial impression: cute. Ten fingers, ten toes. A little squishy. The usual. But then, your brain connected the dots. Black hair, slanted eyebrows, that exact smug little mouth curve he makes when he’s being annoying on purpose. The final nail in the coffin was that stupid little beauty mark under her eye. The exact same one. You froze. Your smile faded. And you turned to him slowly, like he’d just committed a federal crime and whispered, “Nine months… Nine months in my womb, making me suffer… and she comes out looking just like… just like her stupid father.” Cue the dramatics. The gasp soundtrack playing in the background. The tense music rising. You sounded betrayed, looking at him like the genetic tyrant he is. 

Karasu blinked. Then, his mouth curled into a full-blown smirk. Just like the one your daughter was wearing right now. “Hey– don’t look at me like that,” he cooed, completely unbothered, “your womb had one job, and it chose perfection.” Then, somehow more smugly, “And technically, if you look at the gene dominance ratios, this is a completely logical outcome. You just got outplayed by biology, baby” 

He winked. You glared. He slept on the hospital bench that night. Final review: One star. Would not recommend pregnancy. Came out looking just like her father.

part 4 part 5

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[featherspiral]

Hello!!! I'm a very big fan of your art, it's always so beautiful and whimsical, your Asriel designs is my favorite ever! I have three questions because I think your stuff is really cool, so I hope this isn't weird. If you answer any of your questions at all, I will be incredibly appreciative! Thank you for posting your art, I hope my art's as good as yours someday.

1. How do you do the colored lines on your drawings? You both use black and different colors like red, and it adds so much more vibrancy to your art. How do you pick the colors and add them? Od you draw them in black first, then replace them, or do you only use it for extra details you add after doing the line work?

2. Your coloring has such great texturing, it's grainy, it looks very painted, and blends the warmth on skin [or fur] amazingly. What do you use for this / how?

3. I thought I should add an UTDR question because I mean what are we here for. If your illustrations do not decieve, Asriel seems to be your favorite character, but who's your second favorite, and why?

ooughhh tysm <333 genuinely means sm to me 😭 when I make that process video I keep wanting to make I'll definetly be more specific ab the first two but for now:

question 1!! I actually do all of those things LOL, it depends but typically I will do the lines in black or whatever random color I start with, and then after I color I'll lock the transparency and go over it with different colors until I like how one of them looks. then sometimes I'll keep the transparency locked and then recolor some specific lines to more warm tones (mostly for organic material like skin or tufts of fur, bc white fur is very transluscent) (which is also why i never rlly color it fully white). sometimes though I do add an extra layer over top the lines and everything and kind of use it as a "clean up" where I just paint over messier lines (most of my art is pretty "messy" because i dont really do "lineart" per say i just use the sketch) and during that I often add more colored lines on top just for funsies. also, something really specific I do with my lines -> I duplicate the later, change the line color to usually a nice warm orange, and then use gaussian blur juuusst a bit so that the lines look super bleedy and dreamy. and I do this for quite literally EVERY drawing essentially, I actually do this to replicate the "glow" feature flipaclip added because I turned it on once by accident like 3 years ago and then started playing around and realized it was kinda goated

question 2!! the main way I get that papery grainy look is by selecting everything outside of the lines, inverting the selection, and then filling everything in with one consistent textured brush (i use the painty brush in my big brush post for this) and then I add a layer over it and clip it to that, so all the colors will have that texture to them, if that makes any sense. I also use the charcoal brush w the color jitter on a low opacity for gradients over almost every block of color I put down (mostly just because i like how a lot of varied color looks), but I do that a LOT on the dreemurrs in particular because, again, white fur is very transluscent and a lot of warm light comes through. I use a lot of orangey gradients in places where the fur thins out (ears, nose, obv horns bc they dont have fur theyre just keratin).

and question 3 I actually had to really think about this one but I think it simply MUST be my glorious mother toriel (it was a toss up between any other dreemurr tbh) but fun fact !! when I first played undertale as a kid my first favorite character was undyne. loved her deeply. until I finished the pacifist run and my mind was changed very very swiftly LOL

[cosmiikx]

oh my god i wasnt gonna make a post dedicated to race changing because i dont want to add to an already oversaturated conversation topic but you people are ANNNOYYYYINGGGGG.

every other fucking thing you people talk about is race changing. yet not a single one of you, especially white people, care this much about whats going on around you in this reality. yall care so so much about playing dress up, its half of what you talk about. idk who needs to hear this but its weird.

constantly rehashing this conversation, basically telling every single person of color who is uncomfortable by you and what you do that you dont care about them or their perspective. which makes your weak ass argument that you just "want to experience other things" even weaker.

you wanna experience what we go through? (i know the answer but lets pretend yall are being sincere lol) how about you talk to people. how about you read. how about you learn something. HERE. the same fucking place you feel the need to tell people theyre limited for thinking race changing is fucking weird. "shifttok misinformation" oh so being uncomfortable is misinformation! im sure the poc who feel that way feel super welcome in the community n like our opinions mean something! or,,,do yall not gaf if we do? cuz its sounding like the latter.

shiftblr likes to act like theyre above everything. a lot of yall have fetishizing and racism problems you need to address but you dont want to. you wanna go be korean in another reality and come back to this one, the one you consider your main reality and youre not permashifting from, and act like youre the same as korean people here. you wanna make your whole account look like youre not the race you are HERE and cosplay those people HERE. yall wanna act like race changing within this reality and shifting to be another race are completely different and they arent. and i hope you feel weird for it cuz you should. not even talking about the over and misuse of aave in this community while simultaneously spitting on black people.

yall would so genuinely rather script insensitive shit instead of just. doing literally anything else. every "what if" scenario yall bring up can easily be fixed by yall saying no one cares but no, you dont, why? cuz cosplaying means a whole lot more to you lol. you guys know that no continent is 100% homogeneous right? black white and every other race exist EVERYWHERE. and its weird to me that you wanna shift to an homogenous state where your race doesnt exist but surely youre not ready for that convo if you cant even handle people disagreeing with you on this one.

and no, no ones limited for thinking its fucking weird. i think you can do whatever the fuck you want, i cant stop you n no one else can either. i can, however, look at you sideways. and i will! yall the same people being like "ew murder dr" "ew scientology dr" and then tell people they cant not like race changing. when the same stupid arguments could be applied to these other things too lol. are we limited for that or????? is it just the stuff you wanna do that you gaf abt defending? right,,,right,,,,

idc if this makes people mad. maybe instead of begging other people to validate you doing weird shit in your dr that you havent even shifted to, you should shut up and keep it to yourself.

every tumblr community (honestly any community anywhere) seems to have a racism problem they dont wanna address and want poc to just put up with, great to know.

and remember, if it doesnt apply to you you dont need to make it about you 🙏 i block very liberally. im not making another post abt this i just really needed to get it off my chest cuz damn do yall not care about other people ☠️ "i wanna be xyz race in another reality and youre limited if you dont support me >:(" maaaannn shut the fuck up. shift to a reality where youre not insufferable.

tl;dr race changing is entirely unnecessary so dont be shocked people dont like it LMFAO and stop talking about it every 3 to 5 business hours your breath stinks. n if youre gonna come defend yourself just know i may or may not respond but 110% you will end up blocked regardless 🙂‍↕️

[lesbiancarat]

[NOTICE] Plans for SEVENTEEN’s Activities in the Second Half of 2024

Hello. This is PLEDIS Entertainment. Thank you, CARATs, for your continued love for SEVENTEEN. We would like to provide you with some information on SEVENTEEN’s activities in the second half of 2024. SEVENTEEN has successfully completed their activities and a stadium tour with their best album this past spring, and they are now working towards their 12th mini album coming this October. SEVENTEEN will be meeting CARATs and performing their new songs off their 12th mini album on their new tour series titled SEVENTEEN [RIGHT HERE] WORLD TOUR, which will be held across Korea, the U.S., and Asia. They will also be going on a dome tour and releasing a single album in Japan. The members of SEVENTEEN are determined to connect with CARATs from different regions through their music and performances. Please send your love and support to SEVENTEEN, returning with a new release and a world tour after two years. We will provide further information on the album and the concert series through separate notices in the near future. Stay tuned for more content SEVENTEEN is working hard on to better connect with even more fans. Thank you.

[namgyuts]

but also youll still never understand namgyu how i do BLEHHH i grew up around substance abusers😛🔥

[kickedin17]

So I've been privately quite resistant to the theory/read that clancy is being possessed through all of this and that's why he's acting the way he is. I've been ruminating on it more & I pinned down that the reason for that, the thing for me, is like. This album cycle so far has effectively served as reclamation for clancy - of his name, his life, the people and things that matter to him. Lyrically the album details a person resisting the urge to fall back into old harmful habits and isolate himself, which clancy does (with at least some self-awareness) by "overcompensating." We knew from the start of this era he was willing to do whatever it took to remain himself and to take down dema and end the cycle.

Obviously we still don't know exactly what happened after the end of the paladin mv. In my opinion we also don't know what Exactly last night meant either other than that clancy has drifted somewhere dangerous and maybe irretrievable (though I highly doubt that), and that he simultaneously seems to be crying out for help. Maybe all that means he has been seized this entire time or is dead already or whatever whatever. In My Opinion though, I think it's just the less logical conclusion to jump to because what does that leave us exactly? A clancy who once again has been stripped of agency. A clancy who, once again, is defined almost entirely by the perceptions and movements of the bishops or the banditos or whoever else thinks they have claim over him and his name and his face and his message. For him to come out of the gates swinging so hard but ultimately end up in the same place he started is maybe *realistic* if we are talking about literal cycles of addiction or mental illness, but we've already been exploring that for the last 10 years on 3 albums prior to this, and that's not what clancy (album/era) has been doing or saying to me. This is a person who is fighting so hard not to repeat the cycle that they go too far. They self destruct. They know there are people waiting for them to be better and they're trying, but it's a big fucking ask, isn't it? It's so hard to find balance, if that's something you've never had before. It's so hard to get it right.

Outside of my personal clancy/blurryface dichotomy theory (which I think explains why his shirt is sometimes black - it's blurryface, not necessarily clancy being smeared (unless you assume those two states are one and the same which on a separate meta level they probably are but getting into that is going to add like 3 more paragraphs to this)) - I believe clancy has been himself, unequivocally, through this whole era so far. I believe last night he was cognizant and chose to push the torchbearer away, maybe because he lost trust in him due to paranoid self sabotage, maybe to try to protect him because clancy is also aware that he's on a crash course but cannot find the brakes anymore (the line). Maybe some combination of both.

Also worth noting - his letter about "absolute power" did not anywhere say that he wanted to be a bishop. It sounds more like he wants to be a king (of a kingdom swingin on a swing etc etc). Whatever he's trying to turn dema into I think it will be different, even if it's ultimately just as toxic. We know, and he knows, he can simply destroy it all (bandito/overcompensate), but that's also hard. It's so so hard. I don't know how many of us ever actually make it that far - I know I never have. I think that's probably what he went in intending to do but it doesn't seem like that's where we've actually ended up.

The cycle might repeat again, and maybe (my fingeys crossed) take us back to blurryface somehow for its 10th anniversary, but I think it's going to be different this time. We aren't going back to jumpsuit/the start of the trench era. We aren't going back to how things were during sai. These concerts were intended to be flashbacks, memories, "reminding us why we fight." Reminding clancy why he's doing what he's about to do. Which is different than whatever he's done before. Whether or not this "sounds like an ending" (it doesn't), I think this is something new. That doesn't mean it's something Good. But we don't quite know that yet, either.

In short and to try to make this probably incoherent post more coherent: To Me (and I could be wrong, I've been wrong before) it is still clancy, just like it was always clancy. Whatever he's going through and whatever he becomes are because of his own actions. Not the bishops, not the banditos, not torchbearer. Him. And isn't that so much more tragic? And so much more real?

[2kinkycubangemini]

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[silver-horse]

some of you are confused under the post that shows astarion's date of birth and date of "death". so first of all, it's a fact that in dnd 5e elves do grow up the same way humans do. a 39 year old is still that age. he wouldn't look like a child or a teen! "not an adult elf" is not literally true. it's a social thing among elves. think about it... someone who is hundreds of years old would look at a 70 year old human/elf and think... that's a baby. they also view humans that way, but surely we don't think a 39 year old human is not mature. it is just a fantasy thing, it makes sense that if such old people existed they would view younger people this way. so "not an adult by elven standards" is simply because of how old elves view younger people, elves included. let's just clear that up.

Also this made you all wonder how he could have been a magistrate. He is from baldur's gate which is a mixed society, not a society of elves. I highly doubt baldurians have a rule that only hundred year olds are allowed positions of power. then humans could never have positions. in elven society they might not give such a position to a 39 year old because they respect their elders more. but there is no difference between 39 year old elf and 39 year human mentally. ofc he can legally have a position in a place like baldur's gate.

plus during early access, he had the noble background. Why are you so confused that he could be a magistrate at the age of 39? As if rich/noble families don't ever use their connections to help someone in the family get a high paying job. lol He wouldn't need to grind for hundreds of years.

(and one more thing... in the tags under that post I wrote that the rune for 6 and 9 are similar so there is a chance that the date of "death" is 30 years later... which would make him 69. but from what I have seen, others also translated the year as 1268 and not 1298. still, if he was 69 that would mean he was turned nearly 200 years ago, but not quite 200 which is what he says in most dialogues. but it doesn't even matter because 69 is still below 100. so we could have the same conversation... under 100 does not mean not an adult.)

[zestyzigzagoon]

holy shit wait, happy first birthday to Chasing Sunsets!!!

[the-punforgiven]

Man is there a ttrpg out there where wearing heavy armor doesn't feel like you're just intentionally ignoring better options for rp points? Genuine question

[stnitewing]

I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD KILLS s2, ep10 has some pretty cute moments between the characters and stuff imo. mostly in small ways (i'll post about those after this). my favorite bits come from rusty and orpheus hanging out/rusty going to orpheus for help.

orpheus is kind of like rusty's divorced/ex - wife that gets along with him and still patches up his life booboos when he can. they r very cutie-core to me.

i also really like the bit where rusty is all like " so you CAN see it! THANK YOU!! brock said it was the diet pills (¬_¬) " because this just.. agh.. idk.. bihfewiyovivjfsd JUST TINY REMINDER THAT BROCK'S STILL KIND OF AN ASSHOLE BC WE KNOWWW THAT BROCK'S SEEN AND BEEN THROUGH CRAZIER SHIT SO HE DEFO KNOWS THAT RUSTY WAS LEGIT BEING BOTHERED BY AN ONI AND HE JUST WANTED TO SHRUG IT OFF AND GO "ehh as long as it doesn't kill you or the boys it must be whatever right? it's just the diet pills you'll be fine kek" he is such a husband it's funny.

oh and the episode is pretty direct and 'straight cut' so far at the start, so i can't point out and gush over TOO many things - but i CAN fawn over the way Rusty talks and pronounces his words and stuff yk? "can you get rid of it or what ?" so flamboyant. love the little teasing smile he does too.

and orpheus going "oh yes of COURSE i can help you" and immediately taking this as a chance to tease him about it is SO cutesy and funny like these are GAY gay men we're talking about here.

"these oni are usually after some form of retribution - so what did you do ~?" literally rusty's "i told you so" esque wife. i have never seen rusty have an interaction with another man that does not (in some way) automatically make them gay partners coded. "violate a sacred temple ?" (gay little inhale) " no! let me guess! you " relieved " yourself in someone's-- zen garden ~? (≖‿≖)" GAY GAY GAYYYY and the fact that he even MENTIONS that bit implies that he either thinks THAT low of rusty (who doesn't? like really lol), or that rusty has TOTES jacked off in someone's zen garden lmao.

and rusty doesn't even ARGUE the bit like he normally would so we can only actually assume the latter lelz rusty just looks at him like （ミ￣ー￣ミ）ok ok r u done? ik rusty's just tolerating it because he NEEDS the help - but the fact that rusty doesn't make at least ONE comment during all that is cute idk i just wanted to say it

[bonetrousledbones]

ok so. i was cleaning out my pictures folder today. and i happened to come across a sketch from 2021 that may or may not be related to the same concept as this. but like a. darker, edgier version. if you catch my drift.

but the thing is i do NOT see myself finishing it, seeing as it's already been nearly 4 years since i sketched it out and i'm still fighting the burnout demons from hell and all that. but it IS very silly to me and frankly very good timing for me to have found this sketch right now

so basically what i'm wondering is would any of y'all be interested in like a dtiys / open collab type of thing with underfell papyrus as shadow the hedgehog

here's a hint of the sketch if it helps

i've admittedly already tweaked it a good bit & i'd probably clean it up a lil more just for clarity if i actually go through with this but for now i just wanna see if i can rope anyone else into being insane with me. its actually pretty fun messing with the design & proportions to try and fit the silhouette of a very cartoonish hedgehog and i'd love to see other ppl's takes on it

[silverskye13]

Which hermits do you watch or have watched in the past? Do you have favorites?

I've watched all of them in the past! During season 8 and 9 I watched every video all of them posted. It was exhausting and I'm not nearly that dedicated anymore XD

Currently I watch Tango, Joel and Mumbo religiously, every time a video posts. I also try really hard to catch all of BDubs's. I used to watch all of Doc's, but slowly the hour long vids have gotten too hard for me to keep my attention through.

Probably my favorites are Tango, Doc, Joel and Pearl.

[myghostmonument]

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