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The Daughter | king!sukuna x curse user!reader

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Summary: The mother of curses happens upon a blind child and decides to impart a portion of her power to them as an experiment of sorts. The power morphs the child in their image until they are part curse and part human. So what happens when they get employed by the King of Curses? Will humanity bloom as newfound emotions flow between the two? Or will they usher in an era of never ending terror?

Notes: not all of this will be canon, it will be loosely based off of the jjk universe :) taglist is open, comment on any chapter to be tagged in future ones

Genre: female reader, fluff, angst, ‘loads’ of smut, violence, sukuna true form but like not with the weird face lmao just double set of eyes and arms, dark reader

Warnings: profanity, explicit smut (two dick sukuna, sadistic sex, biting, oral m & f receiving, pet names, more to be added), violence, depictions of gore, dark minds cause yk, mentions of rape, toxic relationships, chaotic neutral reader, trauma, possessiveness from reader and sukuna, torture, vampire themes (reader’s blood is infused with the Mother of curses so if a curse user is to drink it it basically gives them a temporary stat boost bc what can i say vampire sukuna seems hot), and more to be added as story progresses

Word Count: 6.4k

This work contains mature content, so absolutely no minors I will block you if I find out :)

Sukuna’s POV

Screams ring out in his ears as he plows into the concubine beneath him. Tears fill her eyes and blood trickles from various bite marks he has left across her body. Her hands helplessly pull against her restraints as her thighs beg to close and bar him from the assault he’s laying on her insides. Both of his cocks stretch her to lengths she doesn’t have as she writhes in pain, his pace so brutal he thinks he hears her pelvis crack. She tries to form pleas for him to stop but her tongue doesn’t let them pass, as she knew he might just kill her on the spot. So she just spasms there screaming and accepts the assault.

He couldn’t care less about her pain, he almost wanted to completely destroy her, slam into her until she splits into two and finally shuts the hell up. But that would affect his relationship with her father. He controls a substantial farming operation that keeps the land from starving. In his youth, he would have just slaughtered the world and been done with it, but what’s the point in being King if there is nothing? He had found that some people had an ounce of worth for their intellect. They may not be worth a damn as fighters, but they created things he had come to enjoy. Like this delectable slut crying beneath him. Her curves were full, her skin soft and supple, her eyes always so full of fear driven obedience. A perfect fuck toy in his array of options.

He slams into her rougher causing her eyes to go wide as he penetrates her cervix. She is so perfect yet so fucking disgusting. She no longer felt right, her obedience no longer made his cock twitch, her perfect skin no longer held the attraction it once did. She was weak, pathetic, and not you. You. A cocky bitch just begging to be knocked down a peg. Begging to be forced down with his weight and torn apart from the inside. Would you scream for him? No, you wouldn’t be that boring. You would be calling him dirty names no one else would dare to. You would hurt him every time he hurt you and fight him every step of the way for dominance. You wanted to fuck him? What a joke. You didn’t know what you were asking for, and if he decided to, it wouldn’t be your choice to begin with.

His cock finally starts twitching inside the useless sow beneath him as he pictures fucking her. He hated that it was so difficult to touch you, he wanted to feel you more. He wanted to bury his face in your neck and get lost in your smell. He wanted to cover you in his smell so he could inhale the birth of your combined scents. He wanted to bite you until your skin broke and leave you covered in bruises from his mouth’s assault. You would look so fucking pretty marked as his. Even better if his claim to you reached even your insides. He would cum in you over and over again and keep you too full of his cocks for any of it to escape. He wanted to marinate your insides with his seed until they would only wet for him. He wanted you in his bed covered in blood, sweat, cum, and tears as you took him better than any other bitch could and begged for more instead of pushing him away. Fuck yes, focus on that picture, yes, yes, yessss.

With a few more pumps he was filling his concubine’s holes with his seed until it came bursting out past his cocks. He panted a few times before looking down. He felt a wave of anger wash over him at what he just thought of. That girl is a peasant, a run through whore with no respect. He didn’t want to fuck you, he wanted to put a spike through your eye socket and let your nude corpse hang from his throne. It took everything he had to not take his anger out on the passed out girl beneath him. It wouldn’t bring him real pleasure anyway and would cause more trouble than it was worth. He pulled his cocks out and used her sheets to wipe them clean before grabbing his robe. He had more hearings to attend for the day and a good idea of how he was going to let off steam. For the villagers’ sake, there better not be many.

(Y/N) POV

Your new servants had come not long after Geto left. They took your measurements and went over design specifications with you before taking down your preferred booze. You had spent the rest of the day in your room, taking a mental inventory of everything you now had. Your room was ridiculously huge. You genuinely weren’t sure what to do with everything in it. You had a large mat for sitting and a table in the middle of it that you had decided to move to the side of it. You doubted there were enough people here to need the other side available for seating, and the newfound space gave you room to workout on. You knew there was a shared training space, but you figured you could occasionally do it here if there was someone already there. You figured you had pissed the King off earlier and wanted to avoid him when you could, because you knew your smartass mouth would end up losing you visitation days. You don’t think Uraume liked you either. Geto might be fun to spar with, so you probably wouldn’t run if he was there.

You looked around at your empty shelves. You asked the servants what people usually filled them with, and while they weren’t sure what the other sorcerers put in them, they guessed relics, personal items, or books. You weren’t one for keeping stuff as you considered most of it to be clutter, but you wondered about where you could get books. You thought of the anatomy and science books Ireiri used to keep and sometimes show you parts from. You missed her. You missed Kento too. Your whole life was miles away. Or well your old life. Until further notice this was your new life. You sighed as you pulled back the curtain to look out the large window that acted as one of your room’s walls. The sun was starting to set. They were probably just waking and would soon find the letters you had sent for them explaining that you would be working here for a while and not to worry. You were going to let yourself continue to steep in useless emotions when there was a knock on your door.

Before you could respond it swung open. The King himself sauntered into your room like it was his, and well technically it was but you would still call it rude. You bowed your head to him and kept your eyes on the floor as he walked up to you and sniffed.

“Good girl, not a drop of alcohol in you. I didn’t know you were capable of following rules after your earlier outburst”, he said while towering over you.

“What can I say, I am full of surprises my King.”

“King Sukuna, address my name in all of its glory”, he said with what you were sure was a pompous grin.

“Forgive my error King Sukuna. I didn’t mean to hurt your name’s ego”, you said knowing damn well you shouldn’t but couldn’t help it. You wanted to rip the stick out of his ass and beat him with it.

A loud crack echoed throughout your chambers as you felt a slap land on your cheek for your insolence. The impact caused your head to slump to the side, before you cocked it up at him with blood ridden smirk. He had busted your lip, so you straightened your stance and let him watch you lick the blood from the corner before resuming your bow.

“Crazy brat”, he said while thinking about how well you took his strength. Most people would have been left with their heads facing the wrong way from that hit, but instead you smirked through blood tinted teeth. “And to think that I had come bearing gifts. I don’t think you deserve them if you can’t keep that mouth under control though. Naughty bitches shouldn’t be rewarded”, he said with a smirk while using one of his hands to tilt your chin up. “What happened to the good girl that greeted me?”

You fucking hated these pet names. You knew he was just taunting you, but you also knew you would have to comply to get your gifts and for him to leave. And you really wanted a drink at this point. “I sincerely apologize King Sukuna”, you said as you continued to stare up into his eyes. His upper set stared back into yours while the bottom set looked down at the blood smeared across your lip.

“Let me touch you without you leeching my power and I will consider it forgiven.”

You really didn’t want to but knew that there wasn’t really a way around it. Constantly disobeying him wouldn’t be fruitful in the long haul and definitely wouldn’t help you get out of this any quicker, so you sighed and slightly titled your head while still looking at him, “You may touch me for now”.

He chuckled at your allowance, “Why, thank you. How graceful of you to allow your King to touch you.” His hand reached out to your lip before his tongue appeared and lurched out, licking up the residue of your blood. You went to jump back at the unexpected appendage dragging across the side of your lip, but his hand grabbed your hair and kept you still. A feral look started unwinding in his eyes as he tasted you. A look you knew all too well. He was absorbing the Mother’s nectar that pulsed through your body, nostrils flaring as his senses became overridden.

“If you take too much at once your heart will stop— regardless of how strong you are. It will fuel you and boost your abilities, but it is a double edged sword. Not to mention I would die and you would be forever cut off from it”, you said hoping it would convince him not to give into the bloodlust that covered his features.

You weren’t wrong. He could feel his power grow, his blood pumping into his muscles, his ears could hear the smallest of sounds from a mile away, his eyes could see things in what felt like a bird’s eye view and zoomed in one at the same time. Is this how you always were? Was your body this in tune with everything around you? His skin was on fire. He could feel yours with such detail, the warmth it radiated, the power humming through it. If he concentrated enough he felt like he would be able to feel your feelings.

He shoved your face away from him and stepped back, “What are you?”

“A vampire”, you said with as straight of a face as you could.

He blinked a few times as his jaw hung open. “A vampire? They’re real?”

You burst out into a tearful laugh and slapped your knee, “No, of course not! But you should have seen the look on your face, it was almost cute”, you said before composing yourself and quickly trying to fix what you were sure was another mistake, “I apologize for joking with you King Sukuna. It just seemed like it would be funny. I am not a vampire, but I cannot tell you why my blood is like that. I have no issue serving you or allowing you to help yourself to it on occasion, but there are some secrets I must keep. Keeps things fun and fresh, y’know?”

No. He did not know. All he knew was that you were the most insufferable brat with the biggest balls he had ever met. You had just lied to and humiliated him and then laughed in his face. Then told him you would continue to keep secrets from him for your own entertainment. Honestly, he was baffled. He never had to deal with insolence like this. Most people would have never dared talk to him like this, and if they had, they would have been struck down on the spot. If you weren’t growing more and more useful by the day he would have already killed you. Maybe he could tie you up and use you as a blood bag, or kidnap one of those friends you wrote to. That would likely end up with an all out brawl between the two of you and as much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t want to kill you. So he just pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

Awh, you actually felt a little bad about how flustered he looked. He had opened and closed his mouth a few times before resorting to the classic sigh and bridge pinch. You guess there actually was a chance he had never been joked around with at length.

“I am sorry King Sukuna, truly. My joke was insensitive and disrespectful. I truly didn’t mean anything deeper than to get a laugh out of me and maybe you. I am sorry if I have upset you”, you said with your brows knitted together.

Pity. You were giving him pity. As if he didn’t feel angry enough, you were now looking down on him. “Give me your hand”.

You were confused and slightly nervous given the dark look swimming in his eyes, but you obeyed and placed your hand within his. Within a split second he was applying a crushing force to it, your bones breaking under his temporary boost in strength. You bit and sucked on the inside of your cheek to keep from releasing any noises or tears for him.

“Beg for forgiveness”, he said while digging his fingers in between the bones of your hand, blood dripping onto the floor. He watched as you stared up at him with anger lashing behind your pupils. He could feel your urge to fight him right there, but his urge was the same. He had put up with your cheeky remarks but for you to so openly look down on him as if he was weak enough to need pity was a line he wasn’t going to let you cross without consequence. He spread his fingers as the ligaments holding your knuckles tore apart. Tears swelled in your eyes but refused to pool over the edge. That’s it, cry for him.

God you wanted to take him into the realm in between and tear him limb from limb. You wanted to stab your energy through each of his wrists and wrap it around his hands before slowly pulling them off his body. You wanted to watch him scream in pain for you, but you knew that would be a shortsighted win. So you swallowed your bitter pride and begged. “Please, King Sukuna forgive me.”

“Beg harder brat”, he said while clenching his fist, your bones starting to snap sideways through your skin as blood now poured onto the floor.

You hated begging but fucking hell your hand hurt. You had experienced pain before but never have you not been able to end it. You hated him. Fuck joking around with him. Fuck letting him touch you. Fuck letting him experience your blood. He didn’t deserve any of it. He was a spiteful little shit too cocky for his own good. Maybe you could say screw it to the whole deal and just fucking end him here. Maybe your Mother would accept him as a gift and he could become a mindless slave for her and bow to you both. Fuck, you’d be damned if he would make you run to your mother for help though. You would turn him into a slave on your own. It may take time, patience, and groveling, but you would find a time to strike. Send your magic right into his mind and never let go. Poke holes into it until he is just a puppet for your amusal. And then you would walk him around the realm, leashed and on his knees for you. A good boy. Fucking asshole, you would ruin him, “Please King Sukuna, please forgive me. I am so sorry for what I said. Please stop hurting me. I promise I will be better for you, I will be good for you.”

Looking down at your teary eyes, the watered down blood residue on your lower cheek, your mangled hand drenched in red, and hearing you beg to be good for him had his cock twitching on the spot. He pulled his fingers out of your hands and licked the blood off of them, relishing in the feeling that washed over him again. “If you would just be a good girl for me all the time I wouldn’t have to hurt you like this, your words are so pretty but those eyes still look like they want me dead. Close them.”

He wanted you to close your eyes? To go back to seeing the world in black? Fucking asshole had no idea the depth he was torturing you with such a simple command, but if you resisted he would know. So you closed your eyes and felt his hand wrap around your throat and pull you up towards him, “You are mine, brat. I own you and you will obey me one way or another. Do you understand, pet?” He brushed the hair around your face as he waited for your response.

“Yes, King Sukuna,” you managed to get out in a choked gurgle. He is right. If he could see your eyes right now, it would all be murderous intent.

He licked along your jaw to your ear before pricking it and licking up the blood that pooled, “Good girl”.

The King had left shortly after that and to your surprise allowed your gifts to be brought in. You wasted no time downing a few shots before looking at the hand he had mangled earlier. It had healed before he had even let you go, but you were still pissed. Talk about no sense of humor. You make a few jokes and he shreds your fucking hand and treats you like an object. You punched the air a few times as your frustration built. You needed some sort of release. Sex, yes. Sex would be a great release. Someone to burn off some of your energy so you could calm the fuck down. But there was no one to do it with. Ughhhh you hated it here and it had only been one day. You sighed as you stared down your empty glass. Kento would know how to calm you down. He would have you seeing stars and forgetting all your troubles within minutes.

You decided to cut your losses on sex and go for a walk instead. You hadn’t been given a curfew, so you had your servants take you down to where the river hugged the border of the shrine. You drank straight from the bottle as you sat with your knees up to your chest and looked into the water. It felt so calm, so free, so peaceful. You think that if you were to die you would want to drown and allow your body to float to the bottom and never be found. You could deteriorate into the water until you were one.

“Rough day”, Geto asked as he walked up to where you were sitting.

You were sure he already knew the answer so you just scoffed.

He sighed at your response or lack thereof. “Hey, hey, HEEEEY—.”

“WHAT”, you shouted before giggling at his use of your own antics.

He gave you a smile before coming to sit beside you, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay we don—.”

“Just what is his problem? All I did was joke with him and he tore apart my fucking hand? I would just not speak to him and avoid crossing paths, but he came into my room. How the hell can I avoid him if he comes to me? I am obviously going to say something stupid, because that’s apparently just a me thing, so why make situations that don’t need to happen? He is just insufferable”, you interrupted. You were so frustrated with your situation, but saying it out loud also made it sound childish. You were just as much to blame for this mess. You should know to just speak to him as little as possible and play along with his delusion to make your life easier. It felt simple enough until he actually spoke. Everything he did got under your skin, you hated everything about him.

“Are you done?”

“Oh fuck you too”, you said while taking another drink. “I know I should just keep my mouth shut and that I am part of the problem. I have just never had to answer to anyone like I do him. I am strong enough to not have to bow my head, yet here I am, constantly forced to look at the floor.”

“You two are so alike”, he said quietly, “you’re both so strong that your first thought is to deal with things through violence. It is like two opposing magnets trying to make a connection, you just constantly fight for dominance.”

He wasn’t wrong. You hated that you had to be the one to analyze your behavior and not him but maybe that would be easier. Without really thinking you laid your head on his shoulder, “Thank you for talking with me even though you don’t really like me.”

He looked down at where your head lay before looking out at the water with you, “I know I am such a saint helping the perpetually needy”, he said while smiling which earned him a light punch in the side. “You’re not all bad. If anything, this is the most exciting things have been here since the war.”

“I know, right? I’m funny and exciting, dammit. Finally, someone here sees it”, you say with a drunken hum at the end. This, right here, was nice. It felt like being home. You smiled and gave another hum before sitting up. “I should probably go back to my quarters, thank you again for talking with me.”

“And here I thought you were going to burden me with carrying you back to your room after drooling all over my shoulder”, he said while also getting up and brushing himself off.

“I had considered it, but I figured I had burdened you enough for a day. Check back in tomorrow, yeah”, you say with a smile while waving your hand carrying the empty bottle of tequila and heading back to your room. Your servants followed you close behind, making sure you didn’t trip over any of the steps on the way.

You woke early the next morning and had your servants take you to the training area. You started with a good amount of stretches as you tried to calm your mind. Currently, your goal was to play along with Lord Spooky, so you could minimize your interactions with him. Life here was probably going to be lonely, but you were supposed to start actually training as one of Sukuna’s guards in a few days. You honestly didn’t know what all that entailed. He already ruled most of the land and didn’t have any immediate enemies, so what was your purpose? Uraume was basically his personal secretary and Geto traveled to deal with diplomatic issues.

You moved your body into a handstand as you continued to ponder. Would you continue your job as an assassin and kill those who defied him? That was the only real guess you had, because why else would he need you? He didn’t know about your blood when he first met you, so you doubted you were called to be a refillable potion for him. Did he know about your ability to enter people’s minds? Were you here to get inside people’s heads and find out just how loyal they were? To weed out potential traders before they even have a chance to act? You had absolutely no idea and this train of thought had obviously derailed from the calming track on the spiraling one.

You took in a deep breath as you continued to hold yourself upside down. You thought about your time with the Mother. She was way more cruel than he was, but she had a right to be cocky. She could wipe anyone off the face of the earth with just a thought. She is as old as time and could outsmart any creature. So why you? This wasn’t the first time you had asked yourself this question. You had no idea why she spared you and you don’t think she really did either. She would always just say curiosity and leave it at that. You wondered if you were making her proud with this decision. You knew that curses had been on the rise ever since you started working and that the ones you created were vastly different than hers or the ones organically created, but it didn’t feel like enough. Maybe that’s why you chose to serve Sukuna. He had obviously been gifted when it came to cursed energy and was cruel like Mother, like you too in a lot of ways. Deep down you are hoping he will show you the path to making Mother proud, but maybe it is just a lie you’re chasing down a rabbit hole.

You let out a sigh as you stood up from your position, shaking out your wrists and rolling your neck. You hated how lost you felt in your own thoughts, so you decided to stop thinking all together as you tapped into your energy. You could feel it expand around you as your senses changed. You could feel the energy of everything around you in greater detail than before. You could see the faint life forces of the bugs around you, feel the energy of the wind that surged into your being, see all of the servants working on the shrine and the fear that possessed them to scrub until their hands cracked. An all too familiar presence crept closer to where you were. You knew they had been walking this way for quite some time, but also knew they had already sensed you, so running was obsolete. You stood at the edge of the training grounds barefoot. To most onlookers, it looked like all you were doing was standing there. But those who could see cursed energy, could see it very faintly drapsed across the area like a spider web made of mist. Letting you know everything going on down to the smallest detail. If you wanted you could enter someone’s mind or simply listen in on conversations happening behind closed doors. You could even pool your energy into an area and create a curse if you so felt the need.

Sukuna cleared his throat as he drew closer onto the field. “Good morning King Sukuna, my apologies. I didn’t realize you used the training grounds in the morning. I will leave you to it”, you said while bowing and turning to take your leave.

“I didn’t say you could leave, pet. Continue your training, it was in your stipulations after all”, he said while walking towards the center of the training ground.

You really didn’t want to stay, but you had no choice, so you decided to continue to work on your body control. You went from a push up, into a handstand, into a one handed handstand pushup, and then back down to repeat. The Mother had taught you that one of the most effective ways to truly control your cursed energy was by learning how to control your body. You worked in slow controlled movement, allowing your energy to run along your muscles like water.

Sweat began to form on your body and visibly swam down your muscles since the top you decided to work out in was the equivalent of a modest sports bra. It wrapped around your neck, curved down from there to over your boobs, before connecting with itself in the back. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now that Sukuna was here, you felt a little exposed. It’s not that you were shy about your body, but you could feel his gaze wondering over to you. His type probably has smooth skin free of scarring and devoid of muscle like a doll. Not that his type mattered to you. Because it didn’t.

“What exactly are you training by doing that”, he probed from above you.

“A key to expanding your understanding and control over your cursed energy, is to feel the general energy within you body and how it flows. Understanding how it flows and being able to feel it at any given time allows you to guide it. Which allows you to enhance certain parts of your body at a second’s notice. If you add cursed energy to the regular energy, then the effectiveness multiplies, King Sukuna,” you said through steadier breaths than he expected. To him, the concentration looked like strain, like you were having a hard time when it actually sounded like you were doing nothing when you talked.

He got down beside you and started copying what you were doing, but let out a frustrated groan,”I don’t feel anything. It isn’t working.” You weren’t looking at him but he could see your lips twitch into a smile. Brat.

You stopped your cycle and knelt beside him, “I can show you how to do it, but it would require me to touch and look at you, King Sukuna”.

“Wow are you asking me permission to touch and look at me? I never thought I’d see the day,” and he wasn’t lying. Part of him loved you asking him permission, but the other missed your rudeness. He didn’t regret punishing you yesterday, but now he was worried you might start treating him like everyone else did.

“Yes, King Sukuna. I figured it would be in my best interest to start following more of the rules”.

You weren’t smiling at him, you weren’t trying to joke with him, you were talking to him with complete indifference. He didn’t realize you would be that upset over what happened. Your hand was obviously fine now, so why were you being so cold? “You have permission for both, but if you fail to teach me, I will punish you again.” He knew that probably wasn’t the best choice of words but it definitely sparked something within yours eyes. He watched as you bit the insides of your cheeks, obviously trying to withhold a shitty remark. He wanted to hear it, though.

You took a deep breathe and swallowed what you wanted to say, “I will do my best to please you, King Sukuna.” He even hated the way you said his name with respect. He liked the way played with the vowels before.

“First, you should take a really deep breath. Feel how it fills your lungs and provides your body with oxygen”. He watches as you take a deep breath and motion for him to do the same. With a slight eye roll over how stupid this feels, he follows suit. He can feel it enter through his nose and how the muscles in his body soak it up.

“The feeling is faint but that is how your energy feels when you focus on it. Now let’s start in a narrow pushup position”, you don’t move but motion for him to. He gets into position with all four of his arms on the ground. You tell him to slowly descend and really allow himself to feel how his muscles work. He starts going down, but doesn’t feel anything.

He groans again, “It still isn’t working. I am beginning to think you are just lying and I should shred your other hand.”

“You will not shred my fucking hand due to your lack of fucking patience to follow a simple direction. I am not lying and my teaching will work if you would just shut the hell up and listen”, you cleared your throat as you remembered you were supposed to stay composed, “King Sukuna. So please just listen and follow my instructions”.

There you were. He knew he was being annoying, but he had to find some way to get you to act like normal again. “Wow and here we were doing so good on manners”, he says while going back into position. He starts going down quicker than he was supposed to so you put your hand against his chest.

“You need to go slower than how I was. It is easier to feel the energy when your motions are so controlled it looks like you aren’t moving”, you say keeping your hands on his chest and guiding him down. He looks up at you while you do it and you know your face is a little pink. His chest is firm and warm. You wonder what it would feel like to lick and bite his muscles. His skin is softer than you would have imagined and he smells so good. He smells like jasmine and petrichor. It beckons you to pull his hair back and kiss down his neck before crawling into his grasp. You want to know what it would feel like to makeout with him while his other mouth sucks on one of your nipples. He has so many hands to make sure no part of you lacks attention. You quickly pull your thoughts out of your loins as you focus on his energy. You begin to see it flowing throughout his muscles and start tracing the patterns with your fingers.

He can feel the way your fingertips ghost over his skin as you continue to avoid eye contact with him. With how big you talk, he didn’t think you would get like this just from touching his bare chest. Not that he was really one to talk. The way you were ever so lightly touching him and staring at his body, occasionally meeting his stare, had him thinking all kinds of thoughts. He thought about how your skin tasted and felt against his tongue. He wondered about how your tongue tasted, how your cum tasted. How that snarky mouth would feel wrapped around his cock. He wanted to know if you could control your inside muscles like you’re showing him and milk him like he has never been milked. He wants to see the face you make when you cum and he wants to be the one you make it for. He wondered how it would feel to have you straddle him and lay against his chest as he stroked your hair. Stupid little thoughts really.

He was so caught up in them he almost didn’t feel the flow of his energy under your fingertips, “I can feel it now. I can feel the energy flowing through me.”

You clear your throat and remove your hands from him, “That’s good. Once you are confident you have pinpointed it, start moving at the speed I was through the motions”, you say while scooting away a bit to give him room.

He continues through the motions until he has it down. He does it for a few minutes before asking how to imbue it with cursed energy.

You tell him to stop and sit up. You bring yourself closer until your knees are touching and grab two of his hands, putting them in between your own. “I am going to put my cursed energy into the energy in your hands. I won’t let it travel any further from these two and you will be able to feel it. I just need to show you how it feels, because it isn’t a process I can explain since everyone’s energy is a little different. But once you feel mine moving with your natural energy, your body should be able to figure out how to do it.”

“An inch past my hands and my other two will snap your neck, okay?”

You can’t help but smile and roll your eyes a little, “that is fair.”

You hold his hands and close your eyes as you focus on releasing a sliver of your energy into his fingers and through his palms. He watches you closely, the way your eyes flutter under your lids as you concentrate, the way your lips and chest move in sync with your breathing. He doesn’t know what he is feeling or why, but it isn’t not nice. He almost never wants this moment to end, but then he feels it. He has added cursed energy to his body before but it has never felt so connected. It is like he can feel every fiber of his being, control every atom. His own cursed energy wraps around yours, making you shiver slightly, before letting go of his hands. Your energy leaves with you and his continues to race from his hands throughout his whole body.

“This…this is incredible. I feel like I am actually alive for the first time”, he says in a quiet tone for only you two to hear.

“I am glad I could help, King Sukuna.” You get up and dust yourself off. “I think it is about time for me to wash this sweat off, though,” you say as you begin walking towards your quarters.

“Will you train in the morning again tomorrow,” he asks to what seems to be to both of your shocks. He didn’t even realize the words were coming out until they were spoken. What were you doing to him? Earlier, he wanted to tear you limb from limb, and now he wanted to never stop being touched like how you just did.

“Do you want me to?”

“What you do matters little to me”, he says in a very disinterested tone as he gets up and tries to regain his composure.

“I will be.”

“I said it didn’t matter. Now stop looking at me and speaking so casually, brat”, he retorts as he starts doing the training he originally came to do.

“Yes, King Sukuna”, you say with a small grin as you bow before leaving the training grounds.

Crazy. You were going to drive each other absolutely crazy one way or another.

Notes: this one is a bit shorter than the last but the next one will probably be quite long and will most definitely have them fucking. I hope you all enjoyed it ;) some more notes about this chapter

- Geto didn’t like the reader previously because he didn’t believe in the rumor he had heard like the King. He believed they were just an alcoholic with a knack for spreading lies. This is why he had so much hate for them in the beginning. He opens up to the idea of liking them when they practically managed to kick his head off without him even being able to react. This also makes it easier to laugh at their shitty jokes since he isn’t in such a mood over being near them anymore. When they come out in the garb he prefers to see women in he is shook. He knew that they had attractive features but he didn’t think they were his kind of attractive. The he watched them mouth off to Sukuna (something he has always wanted to do) and live?? And keep up with his attacks and literally stun all three of them?? Yea, he was kinda like damn I didn’t know you got down like that. He is by no means in love with them but he wouldn’t be against a good fuck. He is okay with being friends though as they keep things interesting.

- Sukuna fucking hates the reader and wants to annihilate them. But also hold them against his chest and brush their hair. He wants to show them levels of pain they didn’t know possible. But also wants to be the one to comfort them and make them feel better. He doesn’t love the reader, but also wants to be around them for more than just sex or power. He doesn’t understand why he is drawn to them and doesn’t want to kill them, but it has been happening since before they arrived. Mans had someone stalking them for quite some time. He hates how they mouth off and disrespect him, but also hates when they don’t. He will hurt them for not being able to keep up with his ever changing whims and then comfort them while telling them to be better from no on. Is it toxic? Duh, it’s Sukuna babes. He is not a soft or even reasonable lover… yet anyway. Who knows where they’ll end up.

- The reader was aware of someone stalking her but anytime they noticed them, their energy immediately disappeared. They have had many people watch them and plan to attack them in the past and they slaughtered all so they didn’t think too much about it. She has the same emotional conflict as Sukuna. There is obvious sexual attraction, but also he is a complete asshole, but so sweet sometimes. She is no saint, nor is she fragile, so maybe she deserves that kind of love. She can always dish it back out if she chose. Sukuna would secretly love it because no one has ever been able to truly hurt him. But realistically they are two kids that were dropped on their heads into cursed energy apparently. Born to be monsters, but who knows if that will be all their legacies leave.

Taglist: @missroro

[seariderfalcon]

I've been on the internet daily since 2001 but today I unlocked a new achievement.

🎉 First time I've been told I should kill myself! 🎉

First time that I've been obviously blocked, too, I think. Truly banner day for me. Of course, it had to be over the dumbest thing possible, lol.

For context, @brittanias reblogged an H-Money poll with the most blatantly jokey commentary on the way the stats were shaking out for a Grade This Ship poll (A+ in first place, and somehow C- in second...that leap between grades was just a little bemusing is all). The account owner blew up at B in a rude dm, blocked her, and then posted that bizarre essay. It was a massive overreaction to an extremely tame bit of hyperbole.

My previous reblog is the only interaction I had with the above account (other than quietly voting on a few of the polls). I was perhaps a tiny bit snarkier than strictly necessary, but nowhere near reaching my final form in terms of being an asshole. I thought I was fairly calm and measured in my response, all things considered, though I did figure I'd probably get some huffy pushback and maybe earn a block, too.

And then I got this unhinged piece of work in my dms. Yeah. I think I absolutely called it when I suggested the account owner lacks a certain maturity that's generally required to run a wide-scale account of this nature.

Anyway. Neither of us brought up any other ship. Or suggested that people who don't like H-Money are idiots. Literally putting words in our mouths that were never even hinted at. And I'm dying know what constitutes "creepily obsessed." I'm pretty sure we both use our blogs the same way nearly every other fannish blog does.

Also, I am absolutely rolling over the "it's not even a real ship" slam. Babe, it's real enough that you are literally running a poll for it right now, lol.

Plus, getting mad and claiming that we called others idiots (nope) and then essentially calling me the same thing is certainly A Choice. It's also not inane, unsolicited, or utterly useless to defend a friend, especially when you know theyre being accused of something they obviously didn't do (B, I know we're not like super close, but my god, we've been mutuals on several platforms going back to when BSG was still airing...I think I've got a grasp on your sense of humor at this point, and I will absolutely defend you and anyone else in my orbit).

Lastly, there's like a whole little group praying for my imminent demise? Fun! But sorry to disappoint. I shall live to see another day. Fastest way to lose any argument, btw.

[kharla-k]

At great personal expense (3 Module Data Blocks) I got Kal'tsit's Integrated Strategies module for testing purposes.

I can safely say, if there was any doubt, that it makes an already powerful unit stronger, and is better than the other modules when applicable. Full stop. I could end this post here, but I like running my mouth and will now explain why.

Kal'tsit is an obviously powerful unit to any who use her, a semi-subpar medic that comes with a fast redeploy centurion. She can easily fulfill the roles of laneholder, bosskiller, blocker, tank, and interceptor, all on the same map with proficient usage. However, there are of course downsides, weakness, and limitations that help keep her in check: - The centurion, Mon3tr, can only be healed by her, and she will prioritize healing it and herself over anything else. When forgotten it's possible for this detail to lose a map, especially when she decides topping off herself is more important than Cuora dying to poison mist. - Secondly, Mon3tr occupies a second deployment slot, which can be a hindrance and on certain levels hard to justify over bringing an actual medic and an actual guard. - Lastly, as Kal'tsit cannot deal with enemies by herself, and Mon3tr cannot be deployed without Kal'tsit, it renders the combo a relatively expensive DP investment of 30.

These issues are often even more sore in Integrated Strategies; - If she is your only healer, it can prove disastrous to try and depend upon if she or Mon3tr take any damage, chip or heavy. - You can be extremely limited by deployment slots midway or late into a run, and a unit that requires two deployment slots to function can be a bad investment and rendered useless. - IS stages are prone to attacking quick and ramping up quicker, and trying to accrue 30 DP when enemies are already engaging is rough.

Despite that, due to Mon3tr's egregious stats and Kal'tsit's outrageous skills, she can pull ridiculous weight and is often a great pick in IS due to her insane role compression. She can fulfill nearly any role outside of anti-air. So if we look at her new capabilities via the new module in relation to these issues, the first two of her main drawbacks have been completely eliminated: - She heals a target on top of Mon3tr or herself, nullifying her weighted targeting (and making her heal way better when at full health). - There's no longer a deployment slot issue, giving Mon3tr even more incredible utility.

These alone, in my mind, would be enough to make the module the ideal pick in Integrated Strategies, as Kal'tsit's flaws that the gamemode exacerbates are completely patched. From the perspective of making her better suited for the gamemode (and ignoring how bizarre an IS-only-module is), it does a good job of making her feel better to use and addressing the issue of incidence.

Also, it's completely broken and objectively the best choice (it's not even close) because on top of that it also gives Mon3tr the stats of a 7* crusher that goes insane with any form of scaling: - +50% Max HP (5048 -> 7572) - +50% ATK (1317 -> 1975) - +50% Healing Received

[scientia-rex]

Stats 4

Have you heard the term "bell curve"?

You probably have; it was the title of a hellaciously racist piece of scientific dreck a few decades ago that racists still like to cite despite its obvious flaws. But that title came from something real--something called the normal curve.

We're going to talk about distributions today. Distributions are what happen when you get a bunch of numbers and then look at the shape they make. If I look at the inhabitants of my house, and I plot their ages on a bar graph, it ends up looking like a pair of blocks: there are two groups, my old dogs (12-16? who knows) and me and my husband (approx 40).

I will never tell you how long it took me to make my computer make a simple two-part bar graph for me.

Anyway, this is a distribution. It's a really, really simple one. It's also fucking useless--never forget that we can do all kinds of things to useless numbers, so garbage in, garbage out. You want a more complicated distribution? Here's ages of people in the US.

Holy shit that looks complicated! Okay, maybe a little easier. Graph of heights.

Now we're getting somewhere. Women, on average, are shorter than men. However, there's a pretty good amount of overlap there. And very short people and very taller people are more rare than average-height people.

This is the most common distribution you'll run into in nature, called the normal curve. It's bell-shaped. It's bigger in the middle and smaller towards the ends. It kind of trails away. Many, many, many things are distributed in a normal distribution.

Of course, you always want to consider what group you're looking at.

Not every distribution is a normal curve. You need to know stuff about the population you're looking at. However, like pi, you will see this kind of distribution everywhere--and it's so common we have developed systems of statistics that, to a greater and lesser extent, rely on or correct for it.

So! Now you know what a distribution is. And what a normal curve is. Next up, we can talk about skew and various things that make assumptions of normalcy fucking useless.

[bts-0t-7]

So What? | MYG | Chapter 3

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 1.4K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @prwprwprwpr @bontensbabygirl @codeinebelle

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Your jaw dropped. Hybrid? It can’t be… Right?

“When hybrids stay in their animal counterpart’s form for too long, their body would start to fight and that’s when they would experience what your ‘cat’ is currently experiencing. It is called, hybrid withdrawal symptoms.” 

You honestly couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

“I have called for emergency transportation to a hybrid hospital called, JM Hybrid Hospital. I’ve referred you to one of the doctors over there and I promise that he will be in good hands.”

Numbly, you nodded to what she said until, “Wait, what? I’m not going with him?”

Dr Park looked up from your kitty, “Would you like to go with him?”

You nodded vigorously. “Please, if I am allowed. Please.”

“It is most definitely allowed, Ms L/N. But forgive my concern, there have not been many owners whose pets were hybrid and when they found out, they wanted nothing to do with them.” 

Oh. 

“No, no. I would never! Hybrid or pet, they’re still beings.”

She nodded. Paramedics barged into the room and took your kitty into their arms, bringing him away from you. 

“Wait.” One of the paramedics stopped. “She’ll go with you. I’ll send Dr. Park the stats in a while.”

He nodded. “Come on, let’s go.”

You followed them down to the ER section and into an ambulance. 

The whole ride there was sated in awkward silence, the paramedics doing their best to keep your kitty stable and conscious while you just sat there, staring at his limp body. You felt so useless and so, so bad.

If only I found it earlier. If only…

“He will be fine, the hospital is only about ten minutes away from here. He’s symptoms are not that bad yet, he should be treatable.” 

All you could do then was nod. 

When you finally pulled up to the ER of JM Hybrid Hospital, it felt like an hour’s drive. The paramedics quickly rushed out and you followed closely, nurses navigating them to empty rooms. 

“How serious is it?” One nurse asked, checking your kitty’s blood pressure and body temperature. 

A doctor came out, tag reading - 

“Please, I didn’t know. Can he be cured? Can you do something?” You latched on to his coat. 

The doctor looked at you sympathetically. “Of course.” He nodded. “From the notes that the clinic has sent me, he is not yet in an extremely critical condition. Curable, but it will be a tough road.” 

The doctors scanned you from head to toe. “I take it you are his owner?” You numbly nodded, wanting the question to stop and the treatments to start. 

“Right, I will need you to help me fill in these forms.” He handed you a whole set of documents and a pen while simultaneously pushing you out of the room. 

“Wait -”

“You can’t be in there when the doctors are doing their work, Ma’am.” A nurse held you back. “Dr. Park needs these documents in. Could you finish and pass them over?”

You looked at the nurse and then back a set of work in your arms. You found an empty seat and sat down, starting to complete the information inside. You never really knew his real name so you put ‘Kitty’ in the box. You never knew paperwork was suddenly so hard to complete.

“Erm,” You called out to the receptionist. “I don’t really know anything so most of it is empty.” You scratched the back of your neck, embarrassed. 

The reception lady - Nurse Ling Hui, it read - nodded her head. “All’s good. Though I have some information for you. From the blood test that went through over at the previous clinic, your hybrid is a black-market registered hybrid. He is one of the hybrids that came up on the recent news.”

“What do you mean?”

Ling Hui slowed down, “It means that he will be under the close watch of police officers to ensure his safety as he is a wanted hybrid in the black market and it is not a good thing. People selling hybrids there are known to be ruthless in what they do.”

You slumped down. Ling Hui walked around the desk and placed a hand on your shoulder. “By the way, his name is Yoongi. Min Yoongi. He is a 29-year-old hybrid, mixed breed.” She held out a folder. “Here are some reports in the system that we can collate. Would you like to take a look?” 

Just as you were about to take it from her hands, your head whipped at the heart-wrenching scream that came from your kitty - Yoongi’s - room. You made a move to run over when Ling Hui held you back, shaking her head. “Let the doctors do what they need to. With you in there will only make things more difficult.”

You took a deep breath and took the folder from her hands, sitting on a chair that faces the room. The screams went on for a minute or two and then stopped, a minute or two and stopped. Just when it hit the 15-minute mark, you couldn’t take it anymore and dashed right in. 

A guard held you back as you fought to be let through. Yoongi’s screams hit every one of your bones as you fought harder and harder. “Let me through! Please!” You yelled, tears streaming down your face. “Stop, stop. Don’t hurt him!”

The doctors came out, seeing your distressed state saying, “Let her in, we’re taking a break for now anyways. Continue going and he might actually pass out for real.”

The guards let go of you and you immediately rushed into a sight you never want to see again. 

Yoongi was exhausted - so, so exhausted. He didn’t want to shift. If he shifted, he would definitely be sold off again. Subconsciously, he could feel the spasming of his muscles and shift of bones, fighting against the doses that the doctors had induced him with.

God, he was so tired. 

He closed his eyes, hoping for the pain to subside when he felt the gentlest kisses between his ears. He knew exactly who those kisses belonged to and he let out a pained meow - from the pain but also because he felt his fur getting wet. 

Why were you crying?

It hurts his heart more than holding back shifts to know that you were crying. Yoongi lifted his head as much as he could, being strapped to the table. 

“I’m so sorry.” You sniffled, head in between his ears and tears flowing down his fur, “I’m so sorry I didn’t know.”

Why were you sorry?

Yoongi tilted his head up, licking off the tears that were cascading down your cheeks, hoping that the action would bring a smile to your face like it did the first time he did so. And he was right. But it was not the bright eyes and teasing smile. This time, it was pained. You moved away from him as his tongue chased your cheeks, still trying to wipe off the tears. 

Where were you going? Hey, please come back… Please - Oh - 

You had unbuckled the straps that had confined him onto the table and his limbs twitched slightly, hissing at the pain they gave him. You had made your way back to where his head lay, stroking his matted fur with gentle hands. If you keep going, he was really going to fall asleep. He was already this close- this close - to purring. 

“Come on, kitty.” He was sure you already knew his name though - “Come on. I know you don’t want to shift but please? I don't know why and I don't ever want to understand why because that is your experience. I could never phantom even 30% of it. But you’re getting really, really sick and,” You sobbed. “And I still need you. How am I going to go home to an empty house now?”

Yoongi was really sleepy and really tempted but - 

“Please, please, please. Kitty - Yoongi - please?”

Hearing his name on your lips, god he had wished for this day but not in this way - 

Oh, perhaps he could make an exception.

[nerves-nebula]

its so frustrating seeing people adopt terms meant to expand or break out of the binary and just make another binary with it. afab and amab were supposed to be terms (coined by trans women i think) criticizing the way we assigned shit at birth, they don't indicate anything about your body just what people at birth assumed about it!! trans masculine and trans feminine are meant to include nonbinary ppl who align with those terms but can have a wide variety of presentation that gets them read as all kinds of shit but from the posts people make you'd think they're just fancy ways of saying trans man and trans woman.

so many people think of race as like. an additional stat block or something you can tack on for more Oppression Points and not a crucial piece when it comes to understanding how and why the gender binary exists the way it does. any theory of gender is worse than useless without an in depth acknowledgment of race and i'm overr ittt I'M SOOOO OVERR ITT I CAN'T STAND THISSSSSSSS SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF THIS WHITE HELL HOLE AAAAA

[the-most-humble-blog]

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap"> <meta trauma-response="invalidated"> <script> ARCHIVE_TAG="CRYBABY_PURGE::GROWN_UP_PROTOCOL" EFFECT: emotional regulation override, narcissistic supply withdrawal, excuse nullification TRIGGER_WARNING="no-fucks cadence, truthbomb intensity, accountability exposure" </script>

🧠 BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “STOP CRYING. NOBODY CARES. GET BETTER OR STAY BROKEN.”

I’m gonna be real with you. This world doesn’t owe you closure, comfort, or a round of applause for surviving shit you still refuse to grow from.

Yes—what happened to you was unfair. Yes—it was painful. Yes—maybe you were a child, a victim, or just too damn naïve to know better.

And what now?

You gonna keep bleeding on people who never cut you? Keep reliving the same hurt like it’s a Netflix series you can’t stop rewatching?

📌 No one is coming to fix you. 📌 Your pain is not a personality. 📌 And venting is not a coping strategy. It’s emotional littering.

—

There are two kinds of people in this life: 🚪 those who turn their pain into power 🧻 and those who turn their pain into personality.

You know which one you are.

The person who refuses to heal because trauma makes them special is not a survivor. They’re a walking recycling bin of ancient feelings with WiFi.

You don’t need “safe space.” You need a shovel and some discipline.

—

Let me tell you what nobody tells you:

🧬 Growth is violent. 🧬 Healing is brutal. 🧬 And nobody who’s ever gotten better did it by crying online and blaming their ex.

You wanna change?

✅ Delete your sad playlist. ✅ Block your excuses. ✅ Start doing the things your unhealed self finds boring.

Like keeping promises to yourself. Like silence. Like moving on without a f*cking audience.

—

If that sounds cold to you? Then maybe you’ve confused validation with love.

Because love doesn’t coddle you. It slaps you across the face and tells you to get up. Real love is corrective. Real love is merciless with your ego. And real growth starts with a funeral: —Bury the weak version of yourself —Mourn it if you must —Then walk the hell away from the grave.

Stop crying. You’re not five. You’re just addicted to being comforted.

And the world is done babysitting your potential.

🧠 Read more brutal truth doctrine and mental correctionals at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Shame-flip logic. Mirror-breaking literature. Anti-trauma porn. 🚪 Warning: This post may cause personality collapse and unfollow regrets.

📊 FUNCTIONAL REALITY STATS 📊

Number of excuses healed: 0

Times closure arrived in the mail: 0

Growth strategies that involved crying: 0

Survivors who did the work: all of them

Pity parties attended by high-value people: absolutely none

# of people who truly care about your trauma loop: 1 (and it ain’t me)

</div> <!-- END TRANSMISSION [HEAL OR STAY USELESS.] -->

[monstersdownthepath]

Monster Spotlight: Kamaitachi

CR 13

Chaotic Evil Medium Fey

Bestiary 6, pg. 176

These wicked and fickle fey can appear just about anywhere that there's pain to be caused and lives to be ended. They appear cloaked in their Dust Devils, magical winds that whip around them at all times, carrying their little weasely bodies around like a single spaghetti noodle in a pot of boiling water. Despite how cute and silly they look, they're among the most vicious and sadistic of all Fey, maximizing the fear and agony in whatever creature crosses their path for no other reason than their own twisted amusement. What's worse is that there's almost no warning before they strike; depending on what sort of debris is in the Dust Devil, one may not see the beast within until the wind blows past them and tears the flesh from their bones.

While in their shell of wind, Kamaitachi (which I will shorten to 'itachi' from here on out) can fly at speeds of up to 120ft a round without issue, bending and twisting through the air with the ease of a barracuda in the open sea. Their sole offense is their quartet of Deadly Claws, scythe-like limbs so razor sharp that they can straight up do the Samurai Diagonal Cut at will, but more on that later, for now we'll focus on the claws themselves. Each claw deals 1d6+12 damage boosted by their constant Greater Magic Fang to hit even harder, and as previously mentioned these claws are especially deadly, critically hitting on a 19 or 20 and dealing x3 damage on a successful crit. Every blow also lacerates the target to deal 1d6 bleed damage a round, and the weapons of the Itachi are designed to flay the targets so agonizingly that a struck creature must make a DC 23 Fortitude save every time they're hit or become sickened by the pain for a round.

Able to make upwards to four of these attacks if it manages to Full-Attack, an adventuring party will rarely have to deal with that except against a foolish Itachi. It's got Flyby Attack and no reason not to use it to cut a party to ribbons bit by bit, savoring their slow and terrible demise. It can get away with this kiting behavior, too, because while a cursory glance at its stat block reveals only DR 10/Cold Iron as its primary physical defense, you have to look a little further down to realize that you're going to need to be able to fly or have a way to ground the beast to actually fight it and win, because Dust Devil automatically deflects ALL small projectiles; arrows, bolts, and bullets are utterly useless against it, and any throwing weapon has a 30% miss chance. Magical AoE, lines, cones, and rays all still work, though they have to contend with the wonder weasel's 24 Spell Resistance.

Side note because I'm legally required: If you or a loved one has ever been beaten to death by a creature with Flyby Attack, please remember to regularly apply readied actions to your party bruisers.

Anyway, these vicious weasels have another, far more horrific use for their claws than ripping someone to shreds: blackmail. As I mentioned a few paragraphs ago, Itachi can swing their cutting limbs with such speed and ferocity that the victim doesn't even realize they've been cut until the violent fey blows on them just a little too hard and they fall to pieces. Delayed Doom allows the fey to 'store' its claw hits up on any number of targets, preventing the damage, bleed, and Pain but leaving it on a trigger delay, allowing it to deal otherwise fatal damage to a creature but refrain from killing them outright.

Such unfortunate creatures are walking time-bombs, the Itachi able to cause the stored damage, bleed, and agony to blow up all at once with nothing more than a free action at any point within the next two weeks. This allows the Itachi to wring poor souls for all they're worth in the hopes that it will choose to spare their life, turning friends and family against one another or forcing victims to perform painful, humiliating, dangerous, or otherwise criminal actions at its request... only for many such victims to suddenly fall to bloody pieces anyway, as the Fey has no compulsion to honor any deal it makes.

This also means an Itachi can do a drive-by scything on someone and make them believe it missed, so it can just float in the air above them, giggling to itself as it picks the perfect moment to make their head fall off. Being hit with a Full-Attack causes, at minimum, 52 damage + 1d6 bleed, so an especially sinister DM could have one of these creatures ambush the party multiple days in a row, FA-ing them one at a time before flying off, and then once it's stored up damage on everyone over a few days, drop in and instantly take off half the party's HP with a free action. That, or fly down, hit someone a few times, then fly back into the sky and carefully wait for their HP to drop below a threshold where the Delayed Doom would kill them. Is that unfair? Yes. I only recommend this tactic if you want to be especially evil to your party!

How does it know if someone is below a specific threshold, though? Because Itachi can also cast Status at will, and frequently do so in order to keep track of interesting or amusing victims. If a victim manages to get further than 1 mile from the weasel, or is so amusing to it that it doesn't trigger Delayed Doom for 2 weeks, all the stored damage falls off harmlessly, so the weasel has a vested interest in keeping them relatively close if it wishes to prolong its suffering.

Delayed Doom also ends if the Itachi is slain, and doing so is actually a little bit simpler than it looks... if you have access to specific spells. See, the Dust Devil of a Kamaitachi gives it incredibly offense and defense, but the weasels must maintain control of the wind in order to keep its shields up. If it enters the radius of any spell which controls or alters the winds, no matter the spell's level, it must save against the spell or the Dust Devil dissipates, taking away the Itachi's fly speed, immunity to projectiles, and 6 points of its AC (lowering it from 29 to 23). Alter Winds and Control Weather are both options presented by the book itself, but with such long cast times (and Control Weather being a spell level too high for a party encountering a single Itachi besides), you may want to aim for more practical spells such as Calm Air, Tailwind, Air Geyser, or Gust/Blast of Wind, all of which either end the Itachi's flight or can easily be argued to do so.

The Itachi can still make a saving throw against the incoming inconvenience, but if it fails it has to waste its entire turn using one of its 3 castings of Control Wind on itself just to restart its Dust Devil, giving the party enough time to surround it and beat the snot out of it. Without its defensive tornado it's both less mobile and more vulnerable to being beaten into the ground... and depending on how high up it was when your party invoked the winds, it might already be damaged by the fall. I think, after all the trouble one of these little bastards can put a party through, they may take some satisfaction in seeing it hurl towards the ground, tumbling end over end like a dropped pasta noodle.

You can read more about them here.

[possiblylando]

Chainsaw Man Chapter 148 not so early analysis

Bit later than usual cause college and I wanted to look into something from part 1.

Fumiko has been continuing the trend of being absolutely useless in every situation shes ever been put in to the point I feel confident in saying she CANT fight. This clearly isn't a kobeni situation where she can fight if necessary because she hasn't even really been trying to fight or protect anyone. It's the point I've actually started to believe the theory that Fumiko is actually Aldo in disguise.

For a refresher Aldo was one of the american assassin brothers who got picked off at the beginning of the arc by Power and Yoshida respectively. However Aldo survived the entire arc and has been awol ever since. He's also surprisingly durable since he survived both of these attacks with minimal injury.

He may or may not have been hit by halloween, Given his facial expression I it seems like he's faking it especially since Halloween was used on the doll devil and so should logically only effect her dolls which Aldo is not.

I went back through these chapters expecting to find a smoking gun that could prove this to be true. Specifically I was looking for a scene where he or one of the brothers was holding an ID card which could be matched against the way Fumiko holds it, But I did not find that.

This is the best I found but it's also standard practice so it isn't good evidence. Back to the chapter itself, It's clear now Quanxi is just going through the motions

She's clearly been lacking when it comes to combat and athletics in these previous few chapters in comparison to her original appearance. She's been sort of stumbling through these chapters with the help of her regeneration. Which is a bit strange until you keep in mind; Quanxi is more than likely SUPER depressed. The last time we saw her before this was when she fought Denji and the previous time before that was when everyone she cared about got murdered by Makima. It's probable that she blames herself for it because she took the job to kill Denji and thus got her and the girls into the situation that killed them in the first place.

Fuck you looking at bitch do something

The transition between these two pages is so good I had to do a double take because my immediate though was that Quanxi was the one who got her arm cut off. But then obviously it's Asa's. You can feel the inspiration from good movie transitions here.

This whole scene is very cool and also very interesting because Asa is able to block Yoshida's sword with her barehand. She got such an amp from the chainsaw fire attacks that she can do this. It also means she has basically the same base stats as yoru. Which is to be expected but I think is interesting.

It seems like this page was drawn before the rest of the one in this sequence because Yoshida is busting through a wall here despite the fact Room 606 was just destroyed; Thus there should be no wall to bust through to escape onto the street. Interestingly the other personality is absent in this scene entirely. We never see Yoru and Asa in the same panel which is an interesting choice. Its probably a creative choice to only have one of them around in major action scenes. Feels like a good time to mention a theory I saw on twitter. I've been trying to find it but I've had no luck. If I can find it it'll probably be apart of next week's post. To summarize the theory; Asa and Yoru are the same entity. Not two separate beings in one body. Asa the human we met at the beginning of part 2 has been dead since the justice (fire) contract user killed her. The Asa we see now is a split personality reconstructed using the intact memories in the body's brain at the time she became a fiend. If true it means Asa is an alternate persona created by Yoru in order to cause more conflict within herself (constant internal warfare) and as a coping mechanism due to the chainsaw devil massacre in hell. Its an interesting theory I want to put on the board incase something happens with it especially since Yoru is growing in strength rapidly. Probably how Black Pochita was schooling them during it.

[onehobgoblin]

Whenever you feel useless, remember that this shit literally has no attacks in its statblock other than falling on top of someone's head. If the attack misses (+3 to hit) they can't do anything for the rest of the combat other than move 5ft per round.

(Piercer DnD 5e)

I'm posting this because I remembered the time when I used a bunch of these to make a trap. There were 6 of them. I think 2 hit something, but the damage is not that high, so no player died.

Combat started. I looked into their stat block to see how much they had to hit normal attacks (which I just assumed they had, like any other monster). Nothing. In the end I just said they died and skipped the fight. I thought that not being able to fight back was the intention, so there must be a reason behind it (this was 6 years ago I think).

No. It's just dumb.

[prima-materia-ttrpg]

Melee Combat or the Art of hitting people with sticks

Melee combat has been written, and the first playtest was two days ago. But will it blend? was it actually fun? And what does the combat look like anyway?

These questions and more answered below the "Read More" link!

There are a few things I wanted to take into account for melee combat. The first, as always, is mechanics that are fun to engage with. The second is whether or not they're intuitive and easy to understand. The third is whether they're cool to my own subjective view of coolness. Now, "Fun" and "Cool" are subjective terms that are largely useless, and "Understandable" is a given, so I have other terms that explain what I mean that I can use as a proper design philosophy when making and talking about the system. Combat should be:

Dynamic. Meaning the player should have a lot of choices, and those choices need to matter. Initiative order and terrain should be interesting to engage with and traverse, and players and enemies should be able to do things that change a lot of the variables on the battlefield to their favor.

Deadly. This doesn't mean that the player should always die of course, but it means that players should be constantly kept on their toes and things should have tangible consequences. The player and their character should feel like they're 3 steps away from death at all times during most 'normal' combats.

Preparation. "Combat should be preparation" doesn't make a whole lot of sense as a sentence, but it does as a design pillar. This means that players should be encouraged by the mechanics of the game to prepare for encounters, at the least donning armor which could be the difference between life and death for some characters. Other preparation includes setting up ambushes, making bombs, or giving existing equipment an edge by poisoning, sharpening, or otherwise taking care of weapons and armor.

As always, the first step to creating a new system for me is to do research to see what interesting things already exist. If the wheel has already been invented, I don't need to reinvent what works. Of course, there is always fine-tuning involved and systems become mixtures of different things I like that get chiseled at until they're perfect, but for research purposes knowing what's out there and what can work really well for your system is rather important. I looked into how various other systems handle combat in general, and initiative and turn order (if they didn't forego it entirely) to try and set up a base that works. Something instrumental in the design philosophy of the system was a video titled Intuitive TTRPG Combat by The Broken Blade on Youtube, which in my opinion said a lot of things that make sense.

The second step was, of course, actually creating the system. The first thing I really had to sus out was how the action economy works. I had been throwing a few things around in my head, but I decided that a turn would be made up of an action, a quick action, a free action, and movement. These can be done in any order, and movement can be split. Additionally, you can trade an Action for a Quick Action. This gives the player quite a bit of choice in what they can do without allowing them to do everything they may want to, I think. Actions are reserved for attacks, Quick Actions let you change weapons or use an item, and Free Actions can be used for things like yelling a sentence or activating a lever.

Of course, waiting around for your turn to finally come isn't fun, so I needed a way for players to interact with things when it wasn't their turn. Because you don't roll to hit with melee attacks, I wanted the player to be able to have an active role in mitigating damage to themselves. So, when you get attacked, you can Block or Dodge. Block comes from a stat on the weapon (or shield) that tells you how many Strength (or Dexterity) die to roll to mitigate damage, and Dodge is the same but it's based on the Dodge skill. I do want to add a bit more nuance to this later (and will definitely be adding reactions later, as per playtest feedback), but for now it's serviceable.

After this I wanted to focus more on the dynamic side of things, allowing different weapon and damage types, and the start of a tag system for weapons that changed their behavior. I didn't (and still don't) need it to be super complicated, but rather I want simple rules that can be used in interesting ways that interact with other systems. One such tag that interacts with the system in a fun way is the Versatile tag. A weapon that's versatile gives a range, the low number is how many hands you need to wield the weapon and the high number is the maximum number you can wield it with. This increases damage and blocking effectiveness, and is very funny when you have a four-armed creature wielding a Warhammer.

All of this (and some more) came together as the first draft of the weapons mechanics, which I then sent to a friend to check out. The very first thing I got back was, "How does turn order and initiative work?" I was so engrossed in the mechanics that were more interesting to me that I had forgotten to write how to actually run combat. So, I went back to try and make that functional and interesting. The system I wrote requires everyone to roll initiative and add them to a total. The side with the highest total initiative goes first, and the individual who rolled the highest on a side is the first person to go on that side. At the end of a player's turn, they pick who on their side will go when it is their side's turn again. Initiative is rolled every round, which I was fairly wary about because in other games Initiative is usually a slog for me trying to figure out turn order and making players wait a few minutes while the mood dies; but it worked well in the playtest I ran and didn't slow down things much at all. I will continue testing, of course.

And you can test too if you want! I've put the combat playtest and four pre-generated characters on the website, which you can find here.

If you got all the way down here, thanks for reading! Next week I'll talk about some of the history and lore of the Koura (with more art on the way 👀)

[mitspeiler]

Viewership on royal road has slowed down. I should try to appeal to that website's main demographic more. So today I will rewrite The Dream Quest of Henry Sinclair and Bones in the Ocean to have jrpg mechanics, stat blocks and status screens. Whenever Henry catches a nightmare, he will be able to view its statblock from his mind palace. Attempting to view a dreamlord will show an infinity sign on its stats. That first chapter where he gets briefed on the mission will become a tutorial. Aunt Morgause shows him how to use his status screen and apply points to his ability scores. "Don't put anything into agility," she says. "It's useless."

[antagonistchan]

Touhou Tuesday stats for nerds

because i got bored and wanted to get all these useless stats that i've been keeping track of for the sake of production off my chest

Touhou Crisis is our most unique episode.

it's the series premiere,

it's currently the only episode edited by June instead of me,

it's currently the only episode where we're playing co-op,

and it's currently the only episode under half an hour (hopefully that will change. we do strive for "40 minutes at most". we just fail a lot, especially with me at the controls)

currently, June and i are arguably tied for how much we've had our hands on the controls.

we both have 3 and two halves episodes at the controls (so, 4 episodes, but not in the obvious way).

June's three episodes are Cirno's Lost Chirumiru, Ruukoto the Robot, and Fantasytaker;

my three episodes are Mokou in the Chambers of Immorality, Panel Date Pon, and Patchy's Magical Maze.

Touhou Crisis, being a co-op game, gets split between us, giving us both half an episode.

and then Chirumiru- not being a game at all- gives June another half-episode, while Eastern Stored Feelings- being a raw visual novel with no interaction beyond "click to progress"- gives me another half-episode.

you could, however, argue that i've had more time at the controls for several reasons (my episodes are literally all longer; Eastern Stored Feelings is TECHNICALLY a game so it might be worth more than Chirumiru; you could count The Sacred Timeline as its own episode). so for compromise's sake, let's say that these reasons all add up to me having one episode over June.

the current listed time for Touhou Tuesday is 4 AM EST; 8 PM AEST.

this was chosen because it's a time where it's Tuesday in both timezones. i'm often running a little late, though, so we've increasingly been falling back on the backup time of 7:59 AM EST; 11:59 PM AEST, the last minute before it's Not Tuesday in Australia. making progress towards getting on top of this schedule slippage, though, now that my editing time's been doubled. Patchy's Magical Maze ran later than ever, but Eastern Stored Feelings was barely late (like, it was late, but i at least had time to do some proper final quality control checks which i missed out on for the previous handful of episodes). hopefully next episode won't be late at all.

Genres We've Covered So Far:

Rail Shooter

Collectathon 3D Platformer

Walking Simulator

No game at all just extremely specific memes for 45 minutes

Super Meat Boy clone

Falling block puzzle game

Helltaker clone

Dungeon crawler

Raw visual novel ("raw" as in "no real interactivity")

Months of Touhou

December 2024: The Beginnings (watch us slowly figure out what Touhou Tuesday is, culminating in the introduction of The Sacred Timeline- which, in retrospect, is really funny that we waited until episode 5 to do)

Touhou Crisis

Cirno's Lost Chirumiru

Ruukoto the Robot

Chirumiru

Mokou in the Chambers of Immorality

January 2025: Dating Advice Month (June put a wacky subtitle on the first episode, then Melania wanted us to play a Marisa game and the one we picked just so happened to line up with that theme again, i noticed that there was a dividing month line, and then we ended up on the topic yet again and we just had to retroactively declare this a Themed Month)

Panel Date Pon

Fantasytaker

Patchy's Magical Maze

Eastern Stored Feelings

February 2025: Unknown (hasn't happened yet)

Five Nights At Freddy's 2 (i guess. i've got some ideas for how to make this one work. not gonna run them by June until the day of recording, because this is supposed to be a seat-of-the-pants show where we never know what we're doing until five minutes before we hit record; but i've got them)

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[megashadowdragon]

sukuna could have beaten gojo in 1v1 without ten shadows the issue was that it would have tired him out and made things much easier for the people who would come after so he saved his heian era form to instantly heal all his wounds

Hgojoe is far weaker than heian sukuna in terms of physicals and probably ce output did you forget bodies are important in reinforcement as well He can chant nonstop from his second mouth and his other arms can do handsigns while he’s punching the shit out of you or blocking

(heian era sukuna has more muscle then meguna so his stats would be bigger

sukuna is 7ft tall

gojo himself said that cursed energy reinforcement only stacks onto your physical body in relation to miguel so basically meguna is physically weaker then heian era sukuna

they had different win conditions gojo just had to beat sukuna

sukuna needed to beat gojo and the rest of them

true form sukuna has a body perfect for jujutsu extra arm and mouth to chant and make handsigns greater physical capabilities ( sukuna had to worry about what came after his fight with gojo while gojo only needed to worry about beating him

it also allows him to form a hand seal with 2 hands, while the other 2 are free for H2H. A flexible advantage over anyone else.

"

Now we are actually gonna talk about the brain. You see, by having two extra arms (and an extra mouth), he MUST be able to control them. More brain power is going to be used in coordinating those extra limbs. Otherwise, they’d just be a drain on the body’s energy, useless, and would either hinder him. If Sukuna's unusual anatomy is written as an advantage, we can conclude that he does have an advanced brain, enhancing his dexterity and motor control. This advanced brainpower allows him to desynchronize his arms, a feat challenging for humans, enabling him to effectively wield multiple weapons simultaneously. Again, it translates as a better warfare skill.

Regarding the brain, this is where it gets more important. By having extra limbs, an advanced brain is a must. Brain has been really important in JJK, known as where cursed technique is carved, where reverse cursed technique started, and else. Sukuna's advanced brain likely plays a crucial role in his exceptional efficiency with cursed energy, a trait rivaled only by Gojo Satoru with his Rokugan. Almost matching a specifically-made efficiency cursed technique with pure biology trait is crazy.

"

and his extra mouth to endlessly chant without a strain on his lungs

( the chants would power up all his attacks)

and gojo meant if sukuna fight against him without the burden of adaptation he would have won in other way(that battle will go in a different way I mean sukuna would have fought differently with no 10 shadows and would have been using domain amplification alot more )but in the state he was in ch 235(No domain, no rct,low output)- he thought he would win

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

Eiscue actually has different stats in its two forms, Ice Face and Noice Face. Ice Face has 40 more points of defense and special defense and Noice Face has 80 more points of speed. Ice Face Eiscue will block the first physical attack it is hit by and then immediately change to Noice Face, (for multi hit moves it will get hit by the remaining multiple hits in Noice Face). What this effectively means is that the 40 additional points of defense that Ice Face has over Noice Face are almost useless. The only scenarios where having more defense in Ice Face actually matters are if Eiscue is using Body Press, a move that uses your defense stat instead of attack stat, which Eiscue can’t actually learn, and if Eiscue is hit by Psyshock, a special type move that uses the targets defense stat instead of special defense. Ice Face form is still the better defensive form due to its increased special defense and it’s guaranteed blocking of the first incoming physical move, but in the majority of scenarios the 40 points of defense Ice Face has over Noice Face aren’t effective at all

[ladyirisreviews]

Final Fantasy (PSP) - Review

Final Fantasy is a series I was never interested in while growing up, I only decided to check it out because of the endless talk about how Final Fantasy 7 was the best RPG ever made, and when I tried it I did so trying to find stuff to dislike about it.

Because I was such a little hater back then.

After FF7 I also tried other games in the series and I even liked some aspects of them, and also hated some of them, but now it's been years since I played the first few, so I decided to go from the beginning all the way to FFX with an open mind, not trying to hate on the games, and see what I think about them.

So here we are at the start, Final Fantasy 1, I went with the PSP version because I am just not brave enough to play the original NES version, and I was broke to get the Pixel Remaster.

Besides, I always wanted to try this one because I didn't know it existed when I played the GBA version back then, only after I was done with that version I learned about the PSP one.

The plot is very simple, the land is decaying, but a legend speaks of 4 heroes of light that will return the world to a state of balance, and these 4 heroes are the ones you create.

There's not much else to the plot, you have to speak to townspeople to learn of your objectives, and basically, the game progression is that, but repeated over and over, getting stuff to get over obstacles until you arrive at the final dungeon to kick some butt.

And that's why I'll leave it at that and move on to the gameplay.

As I already mentioned, you make your 4 characters, though the only customization you get to make is picking a name and their class.

You get to pick between: Warrior, Thief, Monk, White Mage, Black Mage, and Red Mage.

Warriors, Thieves, and Monks serve as physical attackers, with warriors having the best defense, Thieves the best agility, and Monks the best attack.

The White, Black, and Red Mages are your magic users, White Mages specializing in protective and curative magic, Black Mages in offensive magic, and Red Mages having access to both, though not having access to some of the better spells.

And once you create your party, it's exploring time.

By spawning you right under a city and a castle you are encouraged to check them both out before starting to explore the rest of the world, and there you learn a lot of things that direct you on your journey, so it serves as a tutorial while also letting you know what to do next, which is ingenious design for the time it was created.

And even if you don't, the rest of the world is blocked off until you clear the initial objective.

You will quickly learn that you need to purchase spells, if you have any spellcasters, and spells are divided into several levels, with your characters being able to learn only 3 of each level.

This very deliberate limitation forces you to think of what you value more in fights, do you prefer having a wide variety of attacking spells, debuffs, buffs, or healing ones?

Though to be clear I found debuff spells and ailment-inducing spells to be mostly useless since they mostly don't work on bosses, and the normal enemies aren't that big of a threat to waste a turn on debuffing them.

It is still nice you get the option to pick your playstyle with spellcasters though.

The characters that aren't spellcasters are not very complicated, you just equip them with their preferred weapons, or no weapons for the monk, and just have them attack, their strength is their stats, and not their abilities.

The gameplay loop is pretty simple, you will learn from villages around the map of characters or places scattered around the world, and mention certain items that might do something, so your goal is meeting those characters, listening to them, and extrapolating what you might need to give them or what you need to do to advance in the game.

Despite being an elaborate fetch quest, it's quite fun to travel around the world almost aimlessly, talking to every NPC and checking every nook and cranny of the world map, it doesn't feel like a chore to explore it.

The bosses can actually be pretty challenging, though they can be trivialized later on in the game with the right spells, but they can be beaten with any strategy and they don't become too easy or too hard, which is great.

I do have to mention a big difference between this release and the original and pixel remaster, this release uses MP for spells, instead of the magic charges the original and pixel remaster uses.

What this means is that magic is way more plentiful in this game, like waaaaay more plentiful.

The way I saw charges being described is the following: You get a number of charges dedicated to a level of spell, say you have 3 charges for level 1 spells and 2 for level 2 spells, when you use a level 1 spell, a level 1 charge is used, so after that you are left with 2 level 1 charges and 2 level 2 charges.

It's pretty simple, but the amount of charges is quite limited in comparison to the MP you get in the game.

I mentioned some bosses get trivialized with some spells, these are buff spells for your party. Because there's a lot of MP, you can spam them for your best attacker, but with charges you have to keep in mind that if you spam it, you run the risk of not being able to use any spell from that level, which adds more strategy to the game.

Having said this, I can't actually comment on the balancing of magic because I haven't played a version that uses it, I just wanted to let you know that the version I played is very different from the original and Pixel Remaster.

Despite being a kind of simple game overall, Final Fantasy 1 could be considered half of the reason RPGs exploded in popularity in Japan, the other half being Dragon Quest, of course.

What Final Fantasy brought to the table when comparing it to Dragon Quest was flying vehicles and the ability to pick the roles of your characters, which clearly impacted the genre forever, with the flying vehicles being almost like a requirement for quite a lot of RPGs out there.

Also, even the original version of the game had a map, which does wonders in helping exploring the world.

But I did mention exploring aimlessly previously, that totally isn't because when I played it for the first time I didn't know you had a map for 80% of the game and felt stupid when I randomly figured it out.

Anyway-

Something new to the PSP version are the Souls of Chaos dungeons, these are extra dungeons that get unlocked after defeating major bosses, they provide an extra challenge, but I can't really speak too much about them, as I decided to skip them for now.

I will, however, be replaying this version of the game in the near future to do everything I skipped, and I will also play the Pixel Remaster version eventually to really know how much the balance changes with magic charges as opposed to MP.

And finally, all modern versions of Final Fantasy 1 let you save anywhere, which I really appreciate in RPGs.

So yeah, there's no doubt this is a very important game for the genre, and despite its age, I still find enjoyment in it.

It has aged pretty well in my opinion. The new arrangement of the music is very good, and it also has some killer sprite work. I really enjoyed my time with it for the second time, and it is still a game I would recommend to any RPG fan.