#how basically the same thing happened to both of them

[loomingspector]

Dc x Dp story prompt pt. 2

The same vein as my other post here

But what if Damian and Danny was the same age, I really love that trope too, that they’re basically twins how close in age they are, maybe just a few days, MAX a week or so.

When Damian comes back to the family, Bruce gets a whole new kind of paranoid again. He kinda stopped the whole sleeping around phase when he got the kids, since Dick (wanting to kill people) kinda took up a lot of his free time. And after that the kids just kept coming so he didn’t really get into it again.

But then Damian came into it, and he was like “wait, have I checked the DNA database the last few years??” And goes down into the cave to do a country wide DNA analysis on DNA on file, both in police/hospitals and the whole nine yards. (Cause he’s extra like that)

And then he find that in just about the same time he was SA’ed by Talia, he got really drunk at a science charity event in Amity Park, maybe to get rid of his stress of it all, and because Bruce would rather die than cope with his problems in a healthy way, and released some energy by being with the Fenton couple, who seemed sane enough (at the time).

The Fenton’s knew that Danny was Wayne’s but then decided that they kinda just wanted him themselves, and then got really into GiW and ghost hunting, and then kinda forgot to tell Wayne.

So now Bruce has to juggle with the fact that Talia hid away Damian, and the Fentons fucking forgot to tell him that they have his son.

He goes to Amity Park to find his son, who’s basically in the same situation as Tim, barely acknowledged by his parents and left to his own devices with his sister.

Bruce being Bruce goes, welp, might as well get custody of them both. Legally he should be able to when Danny confesses to the illegal machines in the basement that killed him. So the couple is deemed unfit to care for the two, then minors.

Problem is:

Danny and Jazz doesn’t really want to leave Amity Park.

Solution:

Buy a second mansion in Amity Park and make that the home they move into, with servants vetted by the Waynes, and security on par with the White House.

They can live there until they finish school, and they’re free to choose what happens after that, go to Gotham and be with the family, maybe Gotham university, or anything else.

Bruce is just happy that they’re not in the cape business like the rest of his kids…

Danny doesn’t know Bruce is Batman, so he has to be extra careful to not expose himself as a hero to them, and also not drag them into the ghost realm and ghost fighting. And also, wtf is wrong with the ectoplasm in the Jason kid?? (He a ghost too??)

But he also really likes the idea of an actually caring family, I mean, Bruce went out of his way to not uproot his life and makes sure they can choose whatever future they want, even if that doesn’t include him. Hell he even took Jazz in, who isn’t even his kid.

His new siblings seem fun, caring and like they actually care, making an effort to help him understand that being neglected by his parents isn’t his fault. Tim and him finding comradeship in both of their experiences with it. Dick is just overly protective and seems like he’s trying to genuinely get to know him. Making sure not to pressure the two new siblings too much, but also organizing siblings bonding time.

Bruce of course doesn’t know yet that Danny is a vigilante, so he has to juggle wanting to learn about these new kids, as well as hide them away from his Brucie persona, so they can live normal lives.

He’ll just ignore the way Constantine is brushing things off his shoulders every time they’re in the watchtower together, mumbling something about a ‘dark energy’ clinging to him. But he always says weird shit.

So what happens when a giant ghost fight occurs in Amity, Bruce is notified and comes to rescue his kid in full Batman gear, Danny is gone and Jazz won’t tell him where he is, cause why the fuck does Batman care.

Danny is just confused why the entire Justice league is suddenly in Amity, and why the fuck The Batman™️ is running around looking for his human form.

Identity crisis at its finest.

[rosiebbydoll]

The Right Time - Sukuna x Reader - Chp. 10

Chp. 9 - Chp. 10 - Chp. 11

summary: Your life was blissfully chaotic. Being a single mom and raising a daughter with a bigger attitude than yours was a challenge, but you love every second of it. You decided to move to the city to be closer to work. You’ve been at your new apartment for about three weeks now and everything has been great. Until, your annoyingly hot neighbor decided to open his mouth.

cw: female reader, modern au (no curses), 18+, enemies(ish) to friends to lovers, mechanic!sukuna x librarian!reader, found family, slow burn, fluff, explicit smut, crack, angst, toxicity, Sukuna is emotionally constipated, Nobora is readers daughter, Choso and Yuji are Sukuna’s nephews, Toji is a present father in this, LOTS of family fluff, manga spoilers?

wc: 11k

chp warning: Sukuna pov (for a bit), ANGST, death, acts of violence, talk of mental health issues, Yorozu is a big warning this chapter

a/n: have fun getting slapped in the face with Sukuna lore :D

You texted Toji to pick up Nobara and the boys so fast when Sukuna basically threw you on his bike, you didn’t even wait for a response. Your message was short and to the point: “Pick up the kids. Sukuna and I have to talk.” Sukuna just yelled at his employees to make sure to close the place down properly or they were fired.

And off you both went on his bike.

Toji read your message, cussed up a storm, and grabbed his keys. He wasn’t actually mad—just annoyed about what was going to happen between you and Sukuna. He sent you the middle finger emoji (which, honestly, you were surprised he even knew how to find) and headed out to wrangle four kids.

But you’re too busy to see any of that right now. Your arms are wrapped tightly around Sukuna, your head pressed to his back as the world blurs by. It feels strangely normal, holding onto him as he weaves through city streets and out onto the open road. The wind whips past, carrying away all the words you haven’t said.

But then again, it doesn’t feel normal at all. He hasn’t spoken to you all week. After everything with Yorozu, you didn’t know what to do or what to say. Seeing that side of him—raw, angry, vulnerable—had left you rattled. You knew there was a story behind it all, and after witnessing how Yorozu treated him, you believed Toji a little more when he said Sukuna’s past was complicated. But the silence between you two only let your mind wander to darker places.

At first, you told yourself he needed space. That was fair. Then you saw him when you were getting Nobora ready for school, and your nerves made you awkward. You’d squeaked out a shy “hi” that sounded nothing like you, and he’d just stared, unreadable.

After that, you let things drift, trusting he’d come to you when he was ready. But now, over a week later, you’re just a little pissed it took this long. Still, you can’t complain—you’re back on his bike, arms around him, heart pounding with every curve.

You used to be nervous about riding with him, but now you’re ashamed to admit how much you like the adrenaline rush, the way the world narrows to just you, him, and the road. When he finally slows and turns off onto a familiar, secluded path, your breath catches. He’s brought you back to the same place as before—the scenic overlook, where everything feels quiet and safe.

He kills the engine and helps you off, taking his time with your helmet. When he finally sees your face, he smiles, and you turn away quickly, trying to hide your blush. He starts toward the clearing, settling on a ledge that overlooks the field below with a shallow creek at the bottom. The late afternoon sun casts everything in gold, the creek glinting in the distance.

You stumble after him, heels sinking into the soft ground like a newborn deer. It’s not that you can’t walk in hells, you’re actually pretty good at it—it’s just fucking impossible to walk in heels on grass. You give up, slipping them off and letting the cool, damp earth press against your feet.

Sukuna raises a brow, chuckling. “Why would you wear heels if you can’t walk in ’em?”

You frown, plopping down next to him. “I didn’t know we were going to be in the fucking woods, Sukuna.”

You cross your arms, but you can’t help the way your eyes drift over the view. The field stretches out below, wildflowers nodding in the breeze, the creek winding its way through the trees. You take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It is beautiful out here, though.”

Sukuna glances at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, it is,” he says, but he doesn’t take his eyes off you.

You turn to look at him, searching his face for answers. For a long moment, neither of you speak. You study every line, every flicker of emotion, trying to piece together the man beside you.

“So…” you start, the word hanging between you.

“So. What do you wanna know?” he asks, one brow raised, voice soft but open.

Your eyes widen and you stare at him like a deer in headlights. “Oh! I mean, I dunno—” You fumble for words, suddenly unsure how much to push.

Sukuna chuckles and leans his head back, resting against the rough bark of a tree. “Don’t be afraid to ask me, baby. I’ll be honest with ya.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks at the nickname. You should probably yell at him for calling you that again, but the truth is, you missed hearing it. The way his voice wraps around the word makes your stomach twist with nerves and something sweeter.

“Well, I mean… just tell me what you want me to know. If it’s a little story or a whole novel, I’ll listen.” You offer a small, encouraging smile, and he returns it, the tension between you easing just a little.

You add, “And don’t worry—I had Toji get the kids.”

Sukuna laughs, a deep, genuine sound. “Oh, fuck, he’s gonna be pissed.” The two of you share a laugh at the thought, the awkwardness fading away. Sukuna clears his throat, expression growing serious.

“Alright, this is kind of a long one,” he begins, voice steady but quiet.

You nod, settling in beside him. “And I’m listening.” He smiles, and for the first time in days, it reaches his eyes.

He takes a deep breath, gaze fixed on the creek below and begins talking…

Sukuna was always known as a “rough kid”. He carved out a reputation for doing what he wants, when he wants, and damn anyone who tries to stop him. The only person who could ever really stop him was Jin.

Jin’s four years older than Sukuna. He was a senior when Sukuna was just a freshman. Even then, Sukuna already towered over him, broad-shouldered and strong, while Jin’s lean and wiry, with just enough muscle to keep up but not enough to win any fights.

Without Jin’s glasses, it was surprisingly difficult to tell the two brothers apart—their facial features were nearly identical. That never bothered Jin, but when Sukuna was younger, he hated being mistaken for his older brother.

The confusion only stopped after Sukuna came home one day with bold black tattoos carved across his face (he got them when he was 15 by some underground tattoo artist) . Wasuke was pissed and gave Sukuna a good ass whopping for it. Jin, on the other hand, secretly thought the tattoos looked cool, though he’d never admit it to Sukuna. The last thing he wanted was to encourage his younger brother’s already oversized ego.

Jin was the golden child—responsible, patient, and always striving to do the right thing. He’s the one everyone relies on, the steady presence in the family. And Sukuna was a storm that swept through Jin’s carefully ordered life, unpredictable and impossible to ignore.

Whenever Sukuna does something reckless—making a girl cry, mouthing off to a teacher, getting caught fighting in the hallway, or doing drugs—Jin tries to set him straight. He threatens to beat Sukuna’s ass, but it never works. Sukuna fights people all the time and Jin can’t hurt a fly if he tried. Still, he never stops trying to protect his little brother, even when Sukuna makes it impossible.

After enough failed attempts at physical discipline, Jin figures out the one thing that actually gets to Sukuna. “I’m telling Dad you smoke pot if you don’t chill the hell out, Ryomen!” Jin yells, grabbing Sukuna by the ear as they stomp through the parking lot after school.

It was a cheap shot, and Jin knew it all too well. Still, he told himself, it was better than giving his dad something else to worry about. Every time Sukuna walked through the door, it was as if Wasuke was just waiting to start yelling about something—anything.

The man always seemed angry, and Jin couldn’t exactly blame him. Sukuna, on the other hand, treated it all like a game. He insisted he was just having a bit of fun, and maybe one day he’d outgrow it—that was the plan, at least, or so he liked to say.

“Don’t be a fucking bitch, Jin,” Sukuna spits back, shrugging him off as they head for Jin’s battered old car.

“You’re the one being a bitch,” Jin shoots back, exasperated. “You’ve gotten detention every day this week and I’ve covered for you every time. You need to learn to chill. You’re gonna end up in prison one day.”

Sukuna just rolls his eyes, arms crossed as he slouches in the passenger seat. He stares out the window, bored with the lecture, until something—or someone—catches his eye.

It was Yorozu, walking home with her bag slung over her shoulder, her raven hair shining in the afternoon sun. She spots him, and Sukuna’s mood shifts in an instant. He waves and winks at her, a cocky grin spreading across his face.

Jin just sighs, deadpan. “You’re hopeless.”

Sukuna frowns, genuinely confused. “What?”

“Isn’t she the reason you got in trouble?” Jin asks, raising his voice over the sound of the engine as he pulls out of the lot.

“Some punk ass was talking to her, so I punched him in the nose,” Sukuna mutters, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“And you think that’s okay?” Jin asks, sounding more like a worried parent than a brother.

Sukuna groans, slumping further into the seat. “Dude, just shut the fuck up.”

Jin sighs, the weight of responsibility clear in his voice. “I’m just worried, Ryomen. I’m graduating soon, and you’re not gonna have me to cover for you—”

“Jin, I don’t fucking need you to baby me! I’m fine on my own!” Sukuna snaps, the words coming out sharper than he means.

Jin gave Sukuna a long, searching stare, disappointment and worry carved plainly into every line of his face. The silence between them stretched, heavy and unresolved, until Jin finally reached over and flicked on the radio.But no matter how heated their arguments became, some things between them never changed.

Their routine was a silent agreement neither dared to break. They never missed a stop at the convenience store on the corner before heading home, where they’d buy a single ice pop to share. Even on the worst days, when words failed and tempers flared, they clung to this small ritual.

When they get home, Jin lies for him. Saving his ass once again.

Sukuna was always grateful for Jin’s loyalty, even if he never found the words to say it out loud. Jin hid a lot from Wasuke—more than Sukuna ever realized at the time. Somehow, Wasuke remained oblivious to most of the stuff that happened at school, unless the principal called home or he straight up heard about it. There were too many time loud ass neighbors would say they saw Sukuna drinking or hanging with people he shouldn’t and that’s when Wasuke would snap.

And Sukuna was in deep. He was the main dealer at school, selling weed to anyone who had the cash and the nerve to ask. His reputation made him both respected and feared in equal measure. Fights were a regular occurrence. He never backed down, his knuckles always raw and bruised.

Looking back now, Sukuna can see how reckless it all was—the fights, the deals, the constant defiance. But back then, it was just life—messy, wild, and spinning out of control. Through it all, Jin was always there, quietly trying to pick up the pieces Sukuna left behind, patching over the cracks before anyone else could see.

Jin graduated in June and started college that fall. Sukuna never said it out loud, but he was gutted when his brother left. At first, he spiraled—wilder than ever. He started smoking on school grounds, skipping school completely, going to parties, selling more than just weed- mainly pills and sinking deeper into trouble. His grades tanked, and the people he hung out with only dragged him further down.

People like Yorozu.

Guys were drawn to her, but she never pretended to be anything she wasn’t. She was sharp-tongued, brutally honest, and unapologetically herself, no matter who she offended. Sukuna thought he loved that about her—her fearlessness, her refusal to play by anyone’s rules but her own. At the time, it felt like the only thing that made sense.

Uraume was there too, always trailing after Sukuna. They finally started at his school his sophomore year after being homeschooled forever. They had grown up as neighbors and they have always been really close.

When Uraume started school, Sukuna promised their parents he’d look out for them. He felt like an older sibling, teaching Uraume how to fight, how to stand up for themselves, never letting anyone mess with them. He even made them wait outside when he was selling drugs. Uraume always looked up to Sukuna, followed him everywhere, and they couldn’t stand Yorozu.

“So, are you a girl or what?” Yorozu asked one afternoon, sitting under the bridge as they waited for Sukuna to come back. Uraume ignored her, tossing rocks into the creek, jaw set tight.

Yorozu rolled her eyes, pulled out a blunt she’d rolled earlier, and lit up. “Want a hit?” she asked, exhaling smoke.

Uraume shook their head. Then, footsteps—Sukuna’s. He just got back from a deal. He walked over, ruffled Uraume’s hair. “Hey, Yoro, I’m gonna take them home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled, genuine.

Yorozu frowned, standing up. “You’re not gonna walk me home?”

He shrugged. “You can walk with us. I’ll drop them off first and—”

She stomped past, shoving Sukuna with her shoulder. “Don’t bother.”

They watch her walk off, “I don’t like her.” Uruame says and stares off.

Sukuna sighs, “Come on, kid.”

He remembered that day vividly because it was his sixteenth birthday. Yorozu didn’t wish him a happy birthday, not once. He acted like he didn’t care, but it stung. The girl he was falling for didn’t even notice or try to care.

He gave her money from his drug deals, did her history homework (because being the nerd that he was, he actually loved history) and gave her weed whenever she wanted. All she gave in return were the occasional make out sessions. Not that he was complaining—he was a horny teenager—but still.

When he got home with Uraume, their parents, Wasuke, and Jin were waiting, surprising him with cake. They celebrated, laughed, and for a moment, Sukuna felt like a normal kid. He was just happy to see Jin, who’d been so busy at college.

After Uraume and their parents left, Jin pulled Sukuna aside. “I got a birthday present for you,” he said, grinning.

“Why?” Sukuna asked, suspicious. Wasuke smacked him on the back of the head. “Be grateful, damn it.”

Sukuna winced, followed Jin to the garage—and stopped dead in his tracks. There it was, a black Kawasaki. His black Kawasaki that his still has today. The one he’d been talking about since he was nine. He’d shown Jin pictures in magazines, pointed out every bike for sale they ever passed. Now it was real.

He wanted to cry, but his pride wouldn’t let him. Jin clapped him on the shoulder. “I know it’s not a car, but Dad and I talked. Once you get your license, she’s yours.”

Sukuna was speechless, terrified a tear might escape if he looked at his brother or dad in the eye. Instead, he just hugged Jin tight.

Jin laughed, hugging him back. “Happy birthday, bud.”

And you better believe Sukuna got his license within a week. His dad bought him a helmet and gloves, and suddenly, he had a new obsession. The bike became his whole personality—he spent hours working on it, cleaning it. He even started mowing lawns to save up for gear and new parts.

The freedom it gave him was addictive. Whenever he had the chance hit the road, eager to chase down new routes and hidden backroads. There was a raw thrill in discovering stretches of pavement that felt untouched, like they were made just for him. But what he loved most was the rush—the surge of adrenaline when he twisted the throttle on a long, open stretch, the engine roaring beneath him, the wind whipping past, and the world blurring at the edges.

That bike changed everything. Once he ran out of his supplies, he stopped selling—he couldn’t drive high anyway, and he didn’t have time for that crowd anymore. He tried to keep his grades at least at a C. He was busy, focused, and for the first time, he felt like he was getting his shit together.

Yorozu hated it. She hated how it devoured all his attention. The bitterness festered inside her, growing heavier with every ride he took. She wanted his eyes on her. So, in a desperate bid to reclaim his attention, she made her move.

After school she saw Sukuna standing around a crowd of people. So, she walked right in front of him, with all the calculated spite she could muster, and locked lips with some random guy. It was reckless, it was cruel, and she hoped it would hurt him just as much as she was hurting.

It worked exactly as she’d hoped—Sukuna’s eyes darkened with fury the moment he saw her. Without a second thought, he stormed over and landed a solid punch square on the stranger’s jaw, sending the guy stumbling back. Then, with a rough grip, he yanked Yorozu away from the scene, his anger radiating off him in waves.

“What the fuck is your problem?” he growled, voice low and dangerous.

She shrugged, pouting. “Oh, look who decided to talk to me.”

He was frustrated. He’d been doing so well—no fights, better grades, trying to stay out of trouble for his dad and for Uraume. “Yoro, I’ve been busy. You know that.”

“It doesn’t matter. I know I’m not important anyway.” She started to cry, and Sukuna’s resolve crumbled. He thought he liked her—at least, he didn’t want to see her cry.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

Her eyes lit up. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’ll take you on a date this Friday. With the money I got from mowing, okay?”

She squealed, kissed him, and walked off, satisfied.

Sukuna meant it. He genuinely wanted to take her out, to show her he cared, to prove to himself—and maybe to her—that he was changing. But then, one crisp morning before school, he ran into his old plug by chance. They didn’t have any bad blood between them, so Sukuna stopped to talk.

“That’s a nice bike,” the guy said, nodding appreciatively.

“Yeah,” Sukuna replied with a grin, running a hand over the handlebars. “She’s my baby.”

They stood there for a few minutes, shooting the shit, catching up on the usual. Then, out of nowhere, the guy said something that knocked the wind out of Sukuna’s chest.

“So, why’d you and Yorozu split? She’s probably the best piece of ass I’ve had in a while.”

Sukuna’s brow furrowed, and he turned to face him, eyes narrowing. “Huh?”

The guy shrugged casually. “She came to me about a month ago, crying, saying you were done with her.”

Sukuna just nodded, swallowing hard, not trusting himself to speak. He couldn’t get dragged into another fight over Yorozu—especially not over her hooking up with someone else. That would be pathetic. This guy wasn’t worth it, and neither was she.

“We’ve been fucking for a while now,” the guy added, smirking. “But we cool, right?”

Sukuna forced a weak smile, masking the sting behind his eyes. “Oh yeah, man, don’t worry. I dropped that bitch because she’s got crabs. She’s dirty as hell.”

It was a lie. Yorozu was actually super clean. She’d grown up in a drug house, so she always tried to keep her image spotless. And they haven’t even fucked yet. But Sukuna didn’t give a damn.

He didn’t know what was funnier—the look on the guy’s face when he said it, or Yorozu’s meltdown when she found out later.

After that, Sukuna knew he could never have anything real with Yorozu. But he never left her. Junior year, they hung around each other just the same—still toxic as ever. They fought, made up, and eventually started fucking. Whenever they could.

Yeah, Ryomen Sukuna was a virgin until he was seventeen—if he said otherwise, he was lying. And Uraume will call him out, since they had the unfortunate timing of walking in on Sukuna and Yorozu too many times.

Something else happened to Sukuna when he was seventeen—he became an uncle.

Wasuke and Sukuna had never really worried about Jin when it came to succeeding. Jin always had his act together, always landed on his feet. But when it came to girls? That was another story. Wasuke, for all his gruff wisdom, had been a self-proclaimed manwhore in his day—a respectful one, he liked to add, but still a manwhore. Sukuna, for his part, took out his stress on Yorozu whenever he could, and when that didn’t cut it, he’d make out with other girls just to make Yorozu jealous. It was a mess, but at least he was honest about it.

Jin, though? Jin never talked about his love life. Wasuke used to joke that his eldest would be alone forever, and Sukuna would tease Jin mercilessly, calling him a super virgin until Jin would threaten to blackmail him with all the dirt he had on Sukuna’s own escapades. That usually shut him up.

So, imagine their surprise when Jin showed up at home one evening with a woman who was very obviously pregnant. Sukuna would never forget the look on Wasuke’s face—he honestly thought he was going to have to revive his dad from a heart attack right there in the kitchen.

Jin was still in college at the time, juggling classes and a paid internship at an elite sales company. That’s where he met Kaori. She was sweet—almost too sweet for Sukuna’s taste—but she fit in with the family better than he expected. She had a way of making everyone feel at ease, even Wasuke, who was a grumpy asshole.

Before long, Kaori gave birth to Choso. Sukuna remembered the first time he held the little brat—Choso was tiny, red-faced, and screaming his head off. Sukuna felt something strange twist in his chest, something warm and terrifying. He almost cried right there in the hospital, but his ego made him shove the baby back into Jin’s arms and escape to the bathroom.

No way was he going to cry over some kid, especially not in front of his brother.

Around that time, Sukuna also landed a job at the local auto shop. He started out working after school on Wednesdays and weekends. The place smelled like oil and old coffee, and his boss was a grumpy old man with a permanent grease stain on his shirt, but Sukuna loved it. The work was honest, the kind that left his hands sore and his mind clear. His boss taught him everything—how to change a tire, how to rebuild an engine, how to spot a lie in a customer’s story.

Work became his sanctuary. If he wasn’t with his family or Uraume, he was with Yorozu, and lately, that felt more like a chore than anything else. She always needed attention, always wanted more than he could give. The auto shop gave him a break from all of that, even if he came home exhausted and covered in grease. For the first time, he felt like he was building something of his own—something that didn’t depend on anyone else’s chaos but his own.

Another year passed. Sukuna was about to graduate. His grades weren’t bad at all—not good enough for scholarships, but something to brag about considering where he’d started. Yorozu, on the other hand, only managed to graduate because she paid people to do her homework or bribed them with drugs. She would never leave that life behind.

Sukuna let her play that game alone. He’d already decided he was going to slowly slip out of her life after graduation. He didn’t know what his future held, but he was determined to keep working, to keep trying, until he figured it out.

At his graduation, he could swear he heard Jin and Wasuke cheering the loudest out of the entire crowd. They were so proud of him—especially Jin. Sukuna was more in disbelief than anything else. He hadn’t really believed he’d make it this far.

Later that evening, Wasuke hosted a small graduation party at the house. The kitchen was packed with family, friends, and neighbors. Laughter and the smell of grilled food filled the air. Everyone was there—except Yorozu.

Wasuke had made it clear she wasn’t welcome. He wasn’t stupid. As years passed he knew what his son had been up to, but he had one rule: Yorozu was not allowed at the house. Sukuna didn’t argue. He understood, even if it made things complicated.

Yorozu, of course, didn’t take that well. She’d noticed how quickly Sukuna left after the ceremony, and she’d overheard Uraume’s parents mention a graduation party at his place. That was all it took for her to see red.

She was angry that Sukuna didn’t want to spend time with her. They should be celebrating together. It’s not like her alcoholic, abusive father would do anything for her. So, she decided if she wasn’t going to have a good time, then no one was.

She walked to Sukuna’s house in her cap and gown, mascara streaking down her face from fresh tears. She saw all the cars parked out front and heard the happy murmur of the party inside.

She stood there for a moment, letting her anger and heartbreak simmer. Then she spotted Sukuna’s shiny black bike parked under the carport—his precious bike, the one he always chose over her, the one he’d never let her ride. She hated that bike. Everything changed when he got that stupid fucking thing.

Without thinking, Yorozu grabbed a handful of loose gravel and hurled it at the bike. The pebbles barely left a mark, which only made her angrier. She stormed over and shoved the bike, sending it crashing onto its side with a sickening thud. Fueled by rage, she started kicking, breaking whatever she could—smashing the mirrors, denting the metal, ripping the leather seat with her sharp nails.

Suddenly, she was yanked away from her tantrum and shoved to the ground. Sukuna stood over her, his face twisted in fury.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he yelled, voice echoing across the yard.

Yorozu gasped, realizing that everyone from the party was now outside, staring at her.

“Why didn’t you tell me—” she started, but Sukuna cut her off, his voice rising even higher.

“What the fuck is your problem? Are you fucking stupid or what?” He was in her face, shaking with anger, when he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder.

Jin was there, calm but firm. “C’mon, Ryomen.” He turned to Yorozu. “We called your dad. He’s on his way.

“Not happening. I’m fucking leaving!” Yorozu spat, scrambling to her feet and running down the road, her gown flapping behind her.

Wasuke sighed, watching her go. “He’ll see her,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Sukuna stared at his battered bike, fists clenched at his sides. He wanted to scream, to punch something, to let out all the frustration and heartbreak. But he just stood there, jaw tight, trying to hold it together.

Jin stepped up beside him, surveying the damage. “Hey, I’m sure we can fix it,” he said quietly.

Sukuna let out a shaky sigh, then managed a small, grateful smile.

After that day, Sukuna and Yorozu didn’t speak. If they saw each other in public, they acted like strangers. In a way, it was sad—but Sukuna sometimes wanted to thank her for breaking his bike. Because of her, he got to spend the entire summer with Jin.

Jin had graduated college by then he lived only thirty minutes away. He got a fancy job at the same place he interned. But he made it a point to visit as often as he could, and together, they set about repairing the bike. The garage became their workshop, filled with the scent of oil and the clatter of tools.

They’d spend hours side by side—Jin handing Sukuna a wrench, Sukuna cursing at stubborn bolts, both of them laughing at old stories and inside jokes. Sometimes Wasuke would wander in, offering unsolicited advice or just watching them work, pride shining in his eyes.

Piece by piece, they restored the bike. They both learned how to fix a bent rim, how to patch torn leather, how to buff out scratches until the paint gleamed again.

Then one night, as they were replacing a headlight on his bike, Jin tossed Sukuna a beer. Sukuna stared at his brother for a moment, suspicion flickering in his eyes—he thought it might be a trap.

Jin laughed, breaking the tension. “We’re celebrating.”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow. “Celebrating what?”

Jin’s smile grew wide, full of pride and excitement. “Kaori’s pregnant!”

Sukuna’s face softened into a genuine smile. “Congrats, man! You’ve been keeping busy.”

Jin frowned slightly, but they both raised their beers in a toast. As they clinked bottles, Sukuna felt a rare sense of peace settle over him. He was happy. He had his brother, his dad was healthy, and he had an awesome little nephew—and now another on the way.

A few months later, Sukuna turned nineteen. To celebrate, he, Jin, and their dad went out to dinner. The three of them were a handful, talking and laughing for hours. Sukuna had been so busy with work, saving up for whatever big plan he was cooking up, so he was genuinely glad to spend some time with his family.

After dinner, Sukuna planned to buy a few scratchers and take a ride before calling it a night. As he stood at the counter checking out, a familiar voice cut through the quiet hum of the store.

“Well, hey stranger,” the voice purred, sweet but sharp like venom.

“Oh, hey Yoro,” Sukuna replied, the nickname so ingrained it was impossible to forget.

She gave him a poisonous smile, and they talked for a few minutes. She told him she was attending community college and living with her aunt now. Sukuna was glad to hear it—he knew her dad was a piece of shit.

He kept his updates short and vague, not wanting to get too attached or reveal too much. He was doing too good with her not being in his life and he couldn’t slip up, not now.

“Well, I’ll see you around?” she purred again

“See you around, Yoro,” he said with a smile, putting on his helmet and riding off.

During the drive, he barely thought about her. It was strange how long it had been since they’d seen each other. He didn’t want to risk ruining the good things he had going, so he planned to avoid her as much as possible.

That plan worked—at least for a little while. They ran into each other again, talked a bit, and by the third time, they made a deal. If they were bored and horny, they’d hook up. No strings attached.

Sukuna made sure to emphasize that.

He stayed focused on his vision—whatever that might be—and didn’t let her distract him. Yorozu was just a casual fuck, a way to get off without complications. He didn’t have feelings for her anymore. Sure, he didn’t want to see her hurt, but she was just someone he knew, someone he was used to.

“You’re really messing with her again?” Jin frowned as they drove to the hospital. Kaori was at work when her water broke. Jin hadn’t gotten the call because he was stuck in a meeting and only saw it thirty minutes later. Now, he and Sukuna were speeding down the interstate.

“We just fuck,” Sukuna sighed.

“How classy,” Jin muttered sarcastically.

Sukuna flipped him off. “It’s not like I’m gonna marry her or anything.”

Jin sighed dramatically. “Oh god, please don’t. That would kill Dad. He’d actually keel over and die.” They both burst into laughter.

After the laughter died down, Jin started, “Speaking of marriage—”

Sukuna’s eyes widened.

“I’m going to ask Kaori to marry me next month.”

Sukuna chuckled and patted his brother’s shoulder. “Only took her having two babies for you to ask, huh?”

They laughed and bickered all the way to the hospital. When they arrived, Kaori was already dilated to nine centimeters, screaming for Jin. Like the good man he was, Jin profusely apologized for being late and stayed by her side through the rest of the labor.

Outside the waiting room, Sukuna, Wasuke, and little Choso sat together on a row of chairs. Choso swung his legs restlessly, his sneakers thumping against the metal frame, mumbling a stream of words that Sukuna could only half decipher. Wasuke, meanwhile, had dozed off, his head tilted back and mouth slightly open, snoring softly.

Eventually, Choso couldn’t sit still any longer. He hopped off his chair and began running up and down the hallway, his laughter echoing off the sterile walls as he tried to burn off his excess energy. Sukuna watched him dart back and forth, a small smile tugging at his lips. Honestly, it was pretty entertaining—better than anything else this dreary hospital could offer.

Somehow, Choso had become Sukuna’s little best friend. Whenever he had the chance, Sukuna would take him to the corner shop for snacks, or to the park to chase pigeons and climb on the jungle gym. Once, he’d even tried to give Choso a ride on his bike, but Kaori and Jin had freaked out the moment they found out.

They threatened Sukuna that if he didn’t stop putting Choso on the bike, they wouldn’t let him watch over the kid anymore. Sukuna called them lame and told them to back off, but in the end, he decided it was easier to just keep Choso off the bike.

At least, not until he was older.

About an hour later, Jin emerged with teary eyes. “You guys ready to meet Yuji?”

Choso immediately clapped and jumped up and down. His parents had been talking about him becoming a big brother forever, and now it was finally happening. Sukuna nodded and nudged Wasuke awake, who jolted upright so fast acting like he wasn’t just drooling all over himself.

When Sukuna met Yuji for the first time, it was different from when he’d first held Choso. Yuji wasn’t crying—just wide eyed and impossibly alert for a newborn, his tiny head turning as if he were already trying to take in the world. Sukuna could have sworn the baby smiled at him, a fleeting expression that made his heart ache in ways he didn’t know it could.

He was in love instantly.

What made it even more surreal was how much the baby resembled him. Sure, everyone always said Jin and Sukuna looked like twins, but Yuji—he looked just like Sukuna had as a baby. There was no question Yuji was Jin’s son, but the resemblance was uncanny.

Choso was obsessed with his little brother from the start. He’d hold Yuji every chance he got, chattering about cartoons, bugs, or whatever popped into his head. Watching Jin with his two sons, Sukuna sometimes had to look away to blink back tears.

His brother had built a life for himself—a career, a beautiful family. He was a good man, and Sukuna knew how lucky he was to have him. He tried to cherish every moment, holding them close like treasures he was afraid to lose.

A month passed in a blur. Sukuna worked long hours at the shop, and had been so busy helping with Jin’s big secret. Tonight, Jin was finally going to propose to Kaori at a nice restaurant. Sukuna had made the reservation himself, double-checking every detail. It was the least he could do for his brother, and honestly, it was about time. Jin and Kaori had been together forever and already had two kids. Sukuna was excited to see them finally make it official.

Meanwhile, Sukuna’s arrangement with Yorozu continued, casual and detached. They didn’t hang out. If she needed something and it wasn’t out of his way, he’d help, but that was it. It felt transactional, but it filled a gap in both their lives. He didn’t want to lose that, not now.

But today was different. Yorozu called the shop—something she never did, she knew not to because Sukuna would go off on her. The first time, Sukuna’s boss answered, and Sukuna told him to say he was busy. After the sixth call, though, Sukuna finally picked up, more annoyed than anything.

“What, Yorozu?” he grumbled.

“I need to borrow your car,” she said bluntly.

Sukuna hesitated. He had his bike, but Jin had given him his old junker car after upgrading, and Sukuna kept it around for rainy days and not wanting to put so much wear and tear on his bike. It was just luck that he had driven it to work today. He couldn’t imagine why Yorozu needed it—she hadn't asked for a big favor in a while.

“Why?”

She sighed, the fatigue in her voice unmistakable. “I have to get everything out of my dad’s house. When I moved out, I left most of my stuff. He’s getting evicted, so I need to grab my things. I’d rather not carry it all and walk.”

Sukuna let out a long sigh. She never asked for something like this, and he knew her relationship with her dad was a mess. He’d rather let her drive that old car than walk. They were on “good terms” these days, he didn’t want to lose that, so against his better judgment, he agreed.

“Yeah, but I need it back before five. I’ve got family plans tonight.”

Yorozu scoffed. “I will.”

It sounded half hearted, but an hour later, she showed up at the shop. Sukuna handed her the keys, warning her not to mess with anything. If she broke something, she’d never use the car again. She just smiled sweetly and left.

After she was gone, Sukuna got back to work. The day was busy—too many cars, too many customers who thought they knew more than him because he was only nineteen. He proved them wrong, though. He always did.

As the afternoon wore on, five o’clock came and went. Dinner was at 7:00, and Sukuna wanted to get home, change, and be ready on time. By 5:30, when Yorozu still hadn’t answered his calls, he gave up and called Jin, furious at himself for letting his guard down.

This is what he got for trying to be nice. For trusting someone, even a little.

It was his own dumbass fault.

So, he swallowed his pride and called Jin, expecting an earful.

“Hey, Ryomen! I’m getting ready now, gotta pick up Kaori, Dad’s got the boys—”

“I need a ride,” Sukuna said, defeated.

“What’s wrong?” Jin asked, instantly alert.

“I let Yorozu use my car—”

“Are you serious right now?” Jin sighed.

“Can you just come get me, please?” Sukuna huffed.

“I gotta stop and get Kaori, then I’ll be on my way. Just so you know, you’re getting a lecture about this tomorrow.”

“Yeah, whatever. See you when you get here. Love you.”

There was a pause, then a soft chuckle. “Love you too, Ryomen. I’ll be there soon.”

Sukuna had never said that to Jin before. They showed it in their actions, never in words. It felt strange, but he was glad he’d said it.

He told his boss he’d close up the shop since he had to wait anyway. He busied himself with shutting everything down, but as the minutes ticked by, a cold anxiety crept in. It’d been over an hour. Jin never took this long. He called Jin sixteen times.

No answer.

That had never happened. Jin always answered on the first ring.

A sick feeling twisted in Sukuna’s gut. That heavy, sinking dread—the kind you get right before the world falls apart.

Then the phone rang. It was his dad.

When Sukuna talked about that call later, he said it felt like a bullet tearing through his chest.

“Jin got in a car accident. it doesn't look too good.”

Wasuke didn’t have time to say anything else. Sukuna just started running. He didn’t know where—maybe he’d find the accident, maybe he’d run into Yorozu or his dad with the boys. He just needed to move, to find someone, to do something before he exploded.

And then, as if fate had led him there, he saw it. A twisted pile of cars, the aftermath of some freak accident. Jin’s silver car was crushed in the middle of it all. All thanks to a drunk driver.

He stood frozen, watching as ambulances, firefighters, and police swarmed the scene, pulling bodies from the wreckage. It was chaos—blood, metal, screams, crying children.

Sukuna knew, right then and there.

As he watched the nightmare unfold, a single tear slipped down his cheek. It felt like a part of him was dying—or already had.

Kaori was pronounced dead at the scene. Jin was rushed to the hospital in critical condition, but the EMTs and police could only offer hollow reassurances to Wasuke and Sukuna. There was no real hope left—not when you saw the look in their eyes, not when you heard the silence that followed the sirens.

The hospital was a blur of harsh lights, antiseptic smells, and the low hum of grief. Sukuna and his father sat numbly in the waiting room, holding Choso and Yuji close. Kaori’s parents sat nearby, their faces pale and hollow with shock. They’d always liked Jin, had hoped for a miracle, but now their daughter was gone, and they didn’t know how to move forward.

Doctors came and went, updating them on Jin’s emergency surgeries. Each time, their words grew more desperate, less hopeful. About an hour later, Jin was pronounced dead. It was as if the world stopped turning. Yuji started crying, as if he understood the loss, and Sukuna rocked him gently, trying to soothe him through his own tears.

Wasuke walked outside to smoke—a habit he’d never had before, but grief makes strangers of us all. Kaori’s parents broke down again, their sobs echoing through the sterile hallways. Choso, still too young to really understand, clung to Sukuna, wide-eyed and silent.

Sukuna has hated hospitals ever since that night.

The next day, Sukuna stayed with the boys while Wasuke and Kaori’s parents made funeral arrangements. He and Kaori’s parents had never been close, but now they were bound by a terrible, shared grief—a bond neither of them had wanted. They moved through the funeral home like ghosts, speaking in whispers, their eyes red and raw.

Sukuna’s mind was blank, numb. He didn’t know what to think, what to do. Yorozu still hadn’t brought his car back, but he didn’t care. She could keep it. He didn’t want to see anything that reminded him of his brother. But he had no choice—every time he looked at Choso and Yuji, he saw Jin’s smile, Kaori’s eyes. Two perfect little boys, now orphaned in a single night.

How unfair was it, Sukuna thought, that both of their parents were taken from them at once? What kind of world did that to children?

He finally put the boys down for a nap and was about to try to sleep himself when he heard the sound of a familiar engine outside.

Yorozu pulled up and ran out of the car, frantic and disheveled. “I am so sorry—”

“Jin’s dead,” Sukuna said, his voice flat and cold.

Yorozu’s eyes widened. “What?”

“He got into a car accident last night. He was on his way to pick me up because you never brought back my car.”

“Sukuna, I said I was—”

“Where were you?” he asked, his voice icy.

She hesitated, swallowing hard. “I didn’t think I’d be that long. I stopped by my plug’s house and lost track of time.”

“I thought you had to move shit out of your dad’s?” He asks coldly.

“I did, but it didn’t take that long and I thought I had time-“ she stops talking when she realizes there’s no point.

Sukuna’s face went blank. He walked up to her, ripped the keys from her hand, and turned away. There was nothing left to say. He didn’t want to look at her, didn’t want to look at himself. He should have said no, should have kept his boundaries. Now, whatever trust he’d rebuilt with Yorozu was gone—and so was Jin.

“Sukuna—”

“His funeral will be this week,” he said quietly, then walked back into the house, closing the door behind him.

Yorozu stood there for a long moment, staring at the closed door, before turning and walking away. Uraume watched her leave from the window. Once Yorozu was out of sight, they came inside to check on Sukuna.

Sukuna was so numb—so angry, so lost—that he just crawled into bed and slept. It was easier that way. In sleep, he didn’t have to think or feel. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could dream of Jin alive and healthy, laughing like he used to.

Uraume let him sleep all day, quietly caring for the boys—well, for Choso, at least. Yuji slept most of the time because he was only a month and half old. He only woke up to fed or cry for his diaper to be changed. They had to learn quickly how to bottle feed Yuji. Thank goodness he was an easy baby.

This was also the day Uraume discovered they actually liked to cook. They decided to make homemade soup with ingredients they found in the kitchen. When Sukuna finally woke, Uraume forced him to eat something. He’d always remember that small act of kindness. The food was actually good, and for a brief moment, he almost felt human again.

But nothing could fill the hole Jin and Kaori left behind. The house was too quiet, the future too uncertain. Sukuna sat in the dark, holding the boys, listening to their soft breaths, and wondered how he was supposed to go on.

The silence pressed in on him, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the occasional whimper from Yuji or the restless sighs of Choso in his sleep. Every shadow in the house seemed longer, every memory sharper and more painful.

That Friday was Jin’s funeral. Sukuna went with his dad to pick out the casket and flower arrangements. They knew it would be a big funeral—Jin was loved by so many, his presence woven into the lives of friends, coworkers, and neighbors. Sukuna dreaded it, the thought of facing all those people, of seeing Jin’s absence reflected in every tear-stained face.

Kaori’s parents decided to cremate her. Her body had been too badly damaged, and they didn’t want to remember her that way. The first car had struck directly on her side. They told Wasuke they’d give him some of her ashes to place in Jin’s casket, so a piece of her would be with him forever. They’d been excited for Jin to propose—he’d asked for their blessing, and they’d happily given it. He was everything they wanted for their daughter—kind, hardworking, devoted.

It wasn’t fair. Nothing about this was fair.

At the funeral, Sukuna wore an all black suit, just like his dad. He dressed the boys in little black suits too, and made sure to bring his sunglasses—not to hide, but to shield himself from the endless, pitying stares as he cried.

During the service, he sat beside his father, Yuji sleeping on his shoulder, Choso leaning against his side. Sukuna had never seen his dad cry before, but now he watched the tears slip silently down Wasuke’s face.

Jin’s mother sat beside Wasuke, her face drawn and pale, her eyes hollow with grief. She clung tightly to Wasuke’s hand as people took turns giving speeches and soft music played in the background. It was strange—almost surreal—to see them like this, so small and fragile beneath the weight of sorrow. Sukuna watched them, feeling a heaviness in his own chest. He understood, at least as much as he could.

“You’re not supposed to bury your kids,” Wasuke whispered, his voice strained and broken, barely audible over the murmurs of the crowd. The words hung in the air, raw and aching. Sukuna reached over and patted his father’s leg, offering what little comfort he could as they watched the casket slowly lower into the earth. The finality of it settled over them, cold and unrelenting.

As Sukuna watched his brother’s body sink lower into the earth, something unfamiliar claws at his chest. Regret—raw, suffocating, relentless—crashed over him in a way he’s never known. It’s like being dragged beneath a black tide, unable to fight, unable to breathe.

He wishes—God, he wished—he’d told Jin thank you. Thank you for always standing up for him, for covering his lies without hesitation, for being the kind of brother Sukuna never deserved. The memory of Jin’s quiet loyalty twists the knife deeper. Sukuna can barely stand to remember all those times he brushed his brother off, choosing parties, chaos, and Yorozu’s reckless company over the one person who truly cared for him.

The tears spill relentlessly beneath his sunglasses, hot and unyielding, carving silent paths down his face. There’s no point in trying to hide them anymore—no mask strong enough to hold back this flood. He wishes, with a desperate ache, that he could be buried alongside his brother, swallowed by the earth and erased from the world. He’s never known this feeling before—the raw, hollow urge to disappear, to stop existing.

How is he supposed to go on without Jin? Of course, he understood logically that his brother was gone, but the truth didn’t truly sink in until the crushing realization hit him like a blow. He would never see Jin again. Never hear that infectious laugh that used to cut through the darkest moments. Never get yelled at or teased again.

What a fool he’d been. What a selfish, blind idiot. Each memory is a stone tied to his ankles, pulling him down, down, down. He wants to scream, to claw at the dirt, to turn back time and fix everything, but it’s too late. Jin is gone, and Sukuna is left with nothing but the unbearable weight of his own failures. He can’t stop replaying every missed chance, every careless word, every moment he took for granted. The regret is endless, a spiral with no bottom, and for the first time, Sukuna wonders if he’ll ever escape it.

When it was time, Sukuna took Choso’s hand and led him to the grave. He scooped up a handful of dirt, and Choso did the same, both tossing it onto the casket below. The sound of dirt hitting wood was final and cruel. Sukuna picked up Choso, who didn’t fully understand, but mimicked the sadness in the air. The little boy laid his head on Sukuna’s shoulder, and Sukuna rubbed his back, whispering, “It’s okay. I got you, buddy. Forever.” He held Choso tight as they returned to Wasuke, who was cradling baby Yuji—Yuji, who was babbling and smiling, too young to know what he’d lost.

Sukuna was so caught up in the funeral, he barely noticed Yorozu’s absence. She and Jin had never gotten along, but what stung was the realization that if she’d ever truly cared for Sukuna, she would have been there for him. In that moment, Sukuna understood that she’d only ever used him, and now he would do the same. No more favors. Only use her when he wanted. It was only fair.

Months passed in a haze. Sukuna and Wasuke decided to raise the boys together. Kaori’s parents visited when they could, but they were broken—Kaori had been their only child, and losing her left them adrift. Sukuna finally had a plan. For so long, he’d drifted through life, unsure of his purpose. Now, he knew, he would save every penny, work every hour, do whatever it took to give Choso and Yuji a good life. His father was too old to start raising more babies, but he would help as much as he could.

Jin’s mother would stop by sporadically and check on the boys. Her and Wasuke would talk a lot, keeping each other company. She distracted herself with work. She traveled a lot as time went on. Sukuna always wondered how she felt. He wishes he could’ve talked to her more.

Death brought heartache and wounds that would never heal. It also brought practical problems—money, paperwork, endless decisions. Jin had life insurance, so the funeral and immediate expenses were covered, and Wasuke and Sukuna received a hefty check. Wasuke worried Sukuna would spiral, spend it all on drugs or alcohol, but he couldn’t blame him. Grief made you reckless.

But Sukuna surprised everyone. He bought the shop from the greasy old man he’d worked for, pouring his time and energy into the business. It kept him busy, kept him from drowning. The workers who’d known him stayed loyal, helping Sukuna keep the place running. For the first time in a long time, Sukuna felt a little better. Not whole—never whole again—but at least he was moving forward, helping his dad, raising the boys, clawing his way out of the darkness.

Uraume visited when they could, having gone to culinary school and started traveling. Whenever they were in town, they cooked for Sukuna and the boys, spending time with him, making sure he was okay. Sukuna was grateful for it, for the warmth and care, for the reminder that he wasn’t alone.

Life settled into a rhythm. Work, home, the boys, his dad. They talked about Jin often, telling stories, keeping his memory alive. They never wanted to forget him, never wanted the boys to forget their father’s love.

One night, Sukuna decided to go to the bar. He felt stable, maybe even a little hopeful. He just wanted to have a drink, maybe flirt, maybe take someone home. His dad offered to watch the boys so Sukuna could have a night to himself.

But fate had other plans.

Yorozu was there. Isn’t this the worse case of Deja vu?

She was like a shadow he couldn’t outrun, always finding her way back into his life. He tried to ignore her, but she saw him, and her words—sweet and venomous—slipped into his mind, filling the cracks left by grief. He was weak, desperate for comfort, for anything that might make him feel alive again.

He hated himself for it, but he let her in. He always did. She never offered sympathy for his loss, never really cared about Jin. She just wanted to fill her own emptiness, and Sukuna let her, because he didn’t know how to say no.

Once upon a time Sukuna had wished things could have been different. In another life, maybe he could have loved Yorozu the way she needed, and maybe she could have been the right person for him. He’d wanted that, once. She was wild and fun, always up for anything. But he saw too much of himself in her, and it disgusted him. She was lost, angry, unwilling to change, always blaming him for her pain.

They went on like that until he met you. You were the light at the end of a tunnel he’d been stumbling through for years. With you, he finally saw what he’d been missing—real connection, real hope. Yorozu had always been a distraction, a way to numb the pain, but it never lasted. She never cared about his brother, never cared about his wounds. They were just hollow, broken people, using each other to fill the void.

He is slowly healing. Letting his life consume him in the best way possible. Letting you consume him as you both got to know each other. But there would always be that wound that would never heal and it haunts him in waves.

Some nights, when the apartment is quiet and the boys are asleep, Sukuna sits alone and lets himself grieve. He misses Jin’s laugh, Kaori’s smile, the family they could have been. He wonders if the ache will ever fade, if he’ll ever feel whole again. But for now, he keeps going—because that’s what Jin would have wanted, and because two little boys are counting on him to be strong, even when he feels anything but.

You stare at Sukuna for a long moment, his profile sharp against the sudden, vivid colors of the late afternoon sky. He’s staring off into the distance, lost in his own thoughts, while you remain caught in the echo of his story. The sun is sinking now, but neither of you noticed it slipping away—the world outside his words had faded for a while.

You realize you started crying while he was talking. He didn’t want to make you sad. He just wanted you to understand, even a little, to glimpse the pain and the love that shaped him. He’s not asking for sympathy, he’s showing you that everyone carries a past, that every life is a story of loss and survival.

“I’m so sorry, Sukuna,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t notice until you spoke, but while he told his story, his hand had found yours, his thumb tracing slow, gentle circles over your skin. It’s a quiet comfort, a way to ease the pain as he lets it all out.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he replies, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. “Thanks for listening.”

Silence settles between you again, thick with emotion. Sukuna finally turns to face you, his eyes searching yours. “I’m sorry you had to deal with Yorozu’s bullshit,” he says, regret lacing his words.

You sigh, shaking your head. “And you don’t have to be sorry for her. I’m sorry things never worked out between you.”

He laughs at that, a low, rough sound. “Oh, I’m not. We’re terrible for each other.”

You giggle just a little and nod. “Yeah, I can tell.”

You both turn back to watch the sunset, the sky deepening into twilight. Your fingers are still intertwined, his thumb still tracing those smooth, soothing circles.

“I’m not a bad person—well, I don’t try to be,” Sukuna says suddenly, his voice hesitant.

You frown and turn to him. “And I never said you were.”

“I know, but… I never wanted you to see that side of me. I never wanted anyone to see that side of me. I’m not going to blame it all on Yorozu, because it’s not just her fault. There’s a lot of things I could have done better way before that. It’s hard to admit when I’m wrong or weak.” The strain of his voice was even sent even that was hard to admit.

You give him a small, understanding smile, tilting your head as you meet his gaze. “Listen, I know you’re an asshole—trust me. Some people are just good at pushing buttons and she knew exactly how to push yours. Maybe you could have handled things differently, but let’s just be glad you didn’t do something you’d actually regret.”

He manages a weak smile in return, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. For a long, suspended moment, you simply look at each other, letting the silence and the golden wash of sunset wrap around you like a fragile truce.

“I don’t regret kissing you,” he says suddenly, voice rough but honest. Your eyes widen, caught off guard by his bluntness.

You sit there for a beat, then smirk, trying to act like he doesn’t fluster you. “Well, I would hope not.” A giggle escapes you, but it fades into a gentle sigh. “But you did get sick. I wish I could have taken care of you, the way you did for me.” You pout, inching a little closer, your nerves finally dissolving.

He grins, a spark of mischief returning to his eyes. “Like I said, it was worth it.” He winks, and your heart stutters.

Your gaze drops to his lips, remembering the way they felt—soft, surprisingly sweet. The memory lingers, tempting, but you hold back. Now probably isn’t the best time to kiss him, not right after he’s opened up to you like this.

But then you really think about the kiss. How it made you felt. All of the confusion that has consumed because of it. You need to say something, at least try to talk about.

You huff and lean back, suddenly feeling exposed. “I’ve never really been in an actual relationship before,” you admit quietly, glancing at Sukuna.

He shrugs, just as blunt as ever. “Neither have I.”

You frown, thinking of Yorozu, but he cuts you off before you can say anything. “Nope. Never took her on a real date or anything like that. I’m not counting it.” He huffs, almost defensive.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head with a reluctant smile. “Whatever you say.”

He shifts, his expression softening. “So this is new to both of us—” he starts, but he notices the flicker of panic in your eyes.

It’s only been five months. You’ve loved getting to know him, and you feel so comfortable with him, but the uncertainty gnaws at you. Are you moving too fast? Too slow? You have no idea how any of this is supposed to work. You don’t want to push him away, but you don’t want to cling too tightly either.

Sukuna exhales hard, the sound rough around the edges, like he’s been holding onto something too long. He gives you a smirk, but there’s that softness in his eyes that only you ever get to see. His hand moves, calloused fingers brushing your hair aside before cupping your cheek—his touch is firm, like he’s trying to remind you he’s right here.

“We don’t have to rush anything, baby. I don’t expect you to think we do. And if you decide you don’t want anything more, that’s fine with me. I never really knew what a relationship was supposed to be. I still don’t. But I do know I want to keep being with you—however that looks.”

You lean into his touch, letting the warmth of his hand soothe your frayed nerves. The sincerity in his voice anchors you. His words sink deep. You realize how serious he’s being in this moment

You smile, feeling some of the tension melt away. The uncertainty is still there, but now it feels like something you can face together.

“Let’s just… see where this goes?” you suggest softly.

He grins, eyes brightening. “Yeah. Let’s just see.”

It’s finally dark as you both head toward Sukuna’s bike. He carried you on his back so you wouldn’t have to walk barefoot over the rough ground again. At the bike, he helps you put on your helmet and help slide your heels back onto your feet.

As you settle behind him on the bike, you rest your head against his broad back and close your eyes. The night has turned chillier, and you instinctively press closer, stealing his warmth as he weaves through traffic heading back to the complex.

When you pull up to the apartment complex, Sukuna is quick to help you off the bike—as always. You check your phone and your stomach. You have over thirty messages from Toji.

Oh, fuck. I totally forgot about Toji and the kids.

You scroll through the messages, heart hammering. Toji kept updating you all evening, letting you know he decided to go to your apartment instead of his own—didn’t want to trash his house, and this is what you get for throwing four kids on him out of the blue. The kids were actually pretty good, just happy to see each other, and they all ended up eating instant ramen together.

You and Sukuna walk up the steps, the silence between you comfortable as ever, but there’s still a nervous energy in the air. You’re eager, a little anxious, but mostly relieved you talked things out—there’s understanding between you, and it feels good.

When you open the door, you’re greeted by Toji sprawled out on the couch, passed out, with Megumi curled up on top of his chest. Choso, Yuji, and Nobara are asleep on the floor, surrounded by pillows, blankets, and the remnants of their play session—crayons, toys, and play dough scattered everywhere.

You let out a sigh and smile at the sight. Without a word, Sukuna moves to pick up Choso and Yuji, carrying them with ease across the hall to his apartment and tucking them into bed.

Without even a second thought, you step out into the hallway to say goodnight, your heart fluttering as you wait.

He must have sensed you, because he comes right back out and smiles at you and you smile right back, but the nervousness rises in your chest again.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft with a slight purr. You nod with a small smile, warmth blooming in your chest instead.

He closes the distance between you in one smooth motion, his presence overwhelming yet comforting. With surprising gentleness, Sukuna presses his lips to your temple, the brush of his mouth sending a shiver down your spine. Your eyes widen in surprise for just a moment, but quickly, you find yourself leaning into his touch, craving the tenderness.

“Goodnight,” he whispers against your skin, his gruff tone barely masking the affection beneath.

“Goodnight, Sukuna.”

summary: hey so I sobbed so much writing this. I had to pause several times. I was up until 4 AM editing this and making sure it was sad. so you’re welcome. BUT HEY WE ARE GETTING SOMEWHERE WITH THESE LOVEBIRDS!

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[twilightofthesandwiches]

how do you suppose the holiday's lives were in the undertale universe my thoughts:

rudy was KIA in the war, asgore's second in arms

vizier carol was highly concerned with chara's presence in the underground and thought she would bring disaster, growing further distant from the dreemurrs after her suspicions were confirmed with asriel's death

dess became a recluse after asriel was killed

the 3 of them moved out to snowdin sometime after perseverance was captured, not as far as toriel on account of her taking chara in being deemed foolishness, but still distant enough from asgore and his madness

Well, the thing is, that I don't necessarily need to imagine, because we did get a few details of the Holidays' existence in the Undertale Timeline.

In fact, the Holidays were first mentioned before Deltarune even released, as part of Undertale's Anniversary Winter-Themed Alarm Clock Dialogue Thingy, where Asgore reminisces about Rudy in detail.

Rudy seems to have been born in the Underground, as Asgore implies he has never seen the sun.

Asgore and Rudy met in Hotland University, similarly to how in Deltarune they were old college buddies, but here it's a bit... unclear what Asgore was doing in College. Like, Rudy is said to have 'suddenly fallen down' but Dess and Noelle are explicitly alive to see the Barrier fall.

(And 'get to grow up' seems to imply that Dess and Noelle are still fairly young.)

So the Holidays are not from the War of Humans and Monsters Era, and not from the Royal Siblings Tragedy Era, they are explicitly contemporary to the current-day of the Underground. So what was War Veteran Legendary King Asgore Eternally-Stuck-at-40-Years-Old-Cause-His-Kid-Died-a-100-years-ago-That's-Just-the-Lowest-Estimate doing at University? Was it, like, he came in to give a speech and started getting chummy with one of the students? Or was he just like "Well, now that the Underground finally has Higher Education, I guess it's about time I get my BA that sounds like fun?" We don't really have any clarification on that.

But it is pretty clear that the Holidays are around at the same time as the events of Undertale, they live in Snowdin (cause, I mean, obviously)

Rudy died very suddenly, presumably from the same illness that he's suffering from in the Deltarune timeline (The Underground has a mish-mash of fantastically-advanced and slightly outdated technology. Is it possible that they just didn't have the medical technology that is available in Hometown to diagnose his disease?) and that Dess and Noelle are both alive when the True Pacifist Ending happens.

Dess and Noelle are also alluded to in Sans' dialogue in the Exclusive Dog Shrine/Casino in the XBox Version of Undertale

Outside of once again reiterating that Dess and Noelle are alive in Snowdin at the present-day of Undertale, the only potentially-interesting detail is Sans describing them as "the antlered girl and her big sis"... which sounds like it's implicitly saying Dess doesn't have antlers, which is contradicted by Tenna's Flashback in Chapter 3

So either Dess started filing-down her own antlers as a sign of rebellion.... or this was just a slightly-awkward bit of dialogue for the sake of the audience understanding that this is about Noelle and Dess.

(I also think Dess and Noelle are likely to be the sisters from this set of Echo Flowers in the Wishing Room.

But I have to admit my evidence is rather circumstantial and vibe-based.)

Most of the details we have about the Holidays in the Undertale Timeline are rather... ordinary (even considering Rudy's friendship with the King of All Monsters and his tragic early death). I think it's a very deliberate sort of 'roleswap', that a lot of the major Monsters in Undertale have more secondary or background roles in the Deltarune Timeline. While the Holidays were basically just ordinary civilians in the background of the Undertale timeline and now they are extremely central to the plot of Deltarune.

But the most curious thing with the Undertale Holidays is Carol, or rather, Carol's absence. The only reason why know she probably exists is because Asgore mentions Rudy's marriage.

But otherwise he only ever talks about Rudy and his daughters. It's also notable that they live in Snowdin, when one of the most memorable pieces of Minor NPC Dialogue there starts with...

Everything we've seen of Carol so far seems to imply she's very serious about her job, an extremely competent leader and a take-charge kinda lady... It seems kinda weird of her to just let Papyrus become the unofficial authority of Snowdin Town. It really makes one wonder...

I've seen people speculate that Carol Deltarune's attitude is primarily a result of Dess' disappearance, that in the Undertale Timeline where Dess is fine, she's just more chill (...no pun intended) sort of person and maybe doesn't even have any interest in power or authority anymore. Or alternatively, that the trauma of Rudy's early and sudden death + the general hopelessness of being stuck in the Underground had drained her drive and passion, causing her to retreat from the world.

I dunno what I believe just yet, I think I'll have to see more of what makes Carol Deltarune tick before I begin to speculate of what might've been different in the Underground.

[juicebuck]

he’s so resigned!! And he’s already told Robert that if he comes back it’s basically just a matter of time before they fall back together AND pm also admitted that Robert’s right and he still loves him, so not only had aaron already resigned himself to the inevitable Robert knows that! And Aaron knows Robert knows! Like. No wonder Robert is seemingly able to leave him alone and not be making sweeping declarations of love every time he sees him, he got what he wanted which was confirmation of Aaron’s feelings and now they’re both just waiting it out and having intense eye contact about it. I’m still rooting for infidelity but even if nothing happens until after Aaron is single again, whatever this thing they’ve got going on right now is almost more insane than just straight up cheating.

THEY BOTH KNOWWWWWW. no like it’s so crazy that they had aaron say that. because there's no question between them about how they FEEL. like, aaron's "i can't trust myself" and "i know us. we'll get into something" was an admission. the way he didn't correct robert. both times! when robert said that aaron still loves him too. was an ADMISSION. so now they're both existing in this weird space where they know. and for aaron it's like, extra wild. because he's admitting he can't trust himself with robert and that he knows something will happen between them and he's not even trying to deny that he still loves robert. while also adamant that john is his future. which is DERANGED. i love you crazygirl. because it makes it so clear that he's only with john because he thinks john is what he should want and not what he actually wants. because john is the safe, stable choice with zero risk involved (lol. lmao even.) but it's fine. because robert's not going to come back. right? like, aaron very purposefully says "if you love me don't come back". and the thing is, robert almost lets him go. almost lets him go and live the boring, safe life aaron's trying so hard to want. except then john Fucks Up and shows robert his true colours. and robert's like, okay FUCK THAT i don't want you anywhere near him actually what the fuck. which is so funny because now they both just have to live like this. in the same village. knowing that they both know exactly what aaron admitted. knowing they're still in love. knowing that it's inevitable. knowing exactly where they're going to end up. which is together. they're fucking crazy. what are you DOING. they're already having an affair without actually having an affair. they're having a pre-affair and they're both like AWARE of it 😭😭😭 i love them so bad there's something so wrong with them ❤️

[madame-mortician]

Details in Evil Dead that make me sick (my shayla’s aughhh)

Both Cheryl and Ash had their right hands get possessed before they were possessed fully. Except Ash was saved and Cheryl wasn’t.

Ash and Linda’s love language was music and dancing, and one of the last ways “Linda” tried to torment Ash was by dancing with him.

Scotty was the one who made fun of Cheryl every time she was scared, only to suffer the exact same fate as her (attacked by the trees and then possessed.)

Cheryl likely went out into the woods alone without telling anybody because every time she told somebody about the creepy stuff happening, they all ignored her.

Ash’s passion was music (specifically piano) and he lost the ability to play when he cut his hand off. The deadites then torment him with this later, by possessing the piano and making it play by itself.

The last thing Ash gave Linda was a necklace, but when she was possessed he was forced to chop off her neck.

Cheryl was the only saveable deadite. Linda had been decapitated, Shelly had been dismembered and Scotty died before his possession. If Ash had held Deadite Cheryl off for a few more minutes she could’ve been exorcised (from the sunlight.)

Ash chopped his hand off for nothing because he still gets possessed.

Ash insults the “Hero from the Sky” for doing a shit job at destroying the deadites, only to realise an hour or two later that he’s that hero.

Annie Knowby was the perfect partner/teammate for Ash because she knew all the historical stuff about the Necronomicon and the deadites. Ash having the perfect supportive character only to have her die and leave a million questions unanswered is tragic (rip Annie, she deserved better.)

Scotty and Cheryl’s corpses melted into nothing, making it as if they never existed. By the time of Evil Dead 2, Ash forgot all about them and only remembered Linda.

Whilst most of the weird sounds and moving parts and such are the deadites fuckery, some of it is Ash’s hallucinations.

Ash’s shirt goes from a bright, saturated blue to a grey colour in Evil Dead 2, to literally brown in Army of Darkness. Then in the TV show his shirt is now only a dark blue.

Raymond Knowby only had the Necronomicon in his cabin because he researched Castle Kandar for historical purposes because the kingdom had used gunpowder centuries before it was invented. This was only the case because Ash had shown them how to invent gunpowder when he was there in Army of Darkness. The only reason Knowby found the book was because Ash had retrieved it and given it to the Wise Man. So basically the events of Evil Dead only started because of how Ash changed the past. Confusing? Yes, but also sad. Ash inadvertently doomed his friends to death.

Siblings do NOT end well in Evil Dead.

[pluieasteroides]

scarian au [result of ship poll]

heya! since scarian won the ship poll, i'll be writing a fic based on an au i came up with in thirty seconds while on the bus! :D (trust i actually love it lots lol-it's still unnamed so if you have an idea for a title/name, feel free to pitch it! :> details after the break!

for context/background:

this would be a superhero/villain & powers au :D (i'm kinda obsessed with double hearted and midnight strangers so i've been really inspired these days lol)

the story would be based in montréal, qc (canada) cause i love my personal headcanon of scar being queb lol; while scar would be french canadian (and thus would speak english and french), grian would have grown up in japan, and would have moved to the uk at around 10 (and thus would speak english and japanese). grian, along with pearl, his sister, then would have recently moved to montréal for work purposes

hybrids are common! more common than humans, actually. scar would be a vex hybrid, while grian would be an avian

all hermitcraft and life series members work at the same place: a well-known and pretty successful gaming company (picture a tall skyscraper with lots of windows lol). they're all colleagues, but they consider themselves close friends

scar and grian, though not necessarily working on the same team, work together often, cause they both stay for super long hours and work at the office during the night lol (they're workaholics in their own respective ways); over the months that follow grian's arrival, scar helps him learn french, and brings grian to a variety of places/events around the city so he can accommodate himself

of course, they fall for each other (really hard and really fast LOL)

the thing, though, is that the superhero corporation of the province, which is highly revered by the public/society, kidnaps pearl soon after the siblings' arrival to québec (dun dun dun) why and how? that's for me to know and you to find out ;)

to investigate his sister's disappearance further (cause the authorities aren't doing anything), grian decides to become a villain and to use his powers against the heroes

because i love watcher lore, i decided that he can basically do anything that concerns vision/sight and the eyes; in other words, when people look him in the eye, he can literally alternate their vision/reality, blind them, or even access their memories. so yeah, he's pretty powerful lol

i really wanted to give him a sick ass villain name; considering that his powers are related to sight/the eyes, that he would be learning french, and that he would be in a majorly francophone environment, i settled on the name 'prunelle.' it means 'apple of the eye' in french, and is a fancy term used to refer to people's eyes in literature :>

what happens in the fic:

prunelle gets injured during a fight against the heroes. badly. to the point where he feels he might pass out soon. the heroes abandon him in an alleyway in a puddle of his own blood, waiting for the authorities to finally arrest/imprison him

prunelle is quite delirious, and thinks he's on the edge of death since it hurts so much (he has multiple broken bones lmao). he has only two things on his mind: to confess his feelings to scar, and to ask him to help him find his sister

so, pertinently knowing scar would still be in their office tirelessly working on their newest work project in the middle of the night, he literally uses what's left of his powers/energy to fly to the company building, and he crashes into the window

of course, scar is terrified. first of all, why is prunelle right in front of him? second, why is he hurt? lastly, what's going on? before he can ask prunelle any of those questions, tho, the villain, who's a mess of broken limbs and dried blood, jumps on him, hugs him, and whispers countless 'i love you's in his ear

trying not to look into prunelle's eyes, afraid of what they're capable of, scar is actively puzzled and confused (even more so when prunelle asks him to kiss them)

scar refuses, pushing them away, but prunelle promises he won't hurt scar, and asks him to look at him. he takes his glasses and his mask off, and scar realizes. oh. oh. it's grian. prunelle is grian. grian is prunelle

scar kisses the everloving shit out of grian, holding him close, asking him what's wrong and all, but grian soon passes out.

and then scar has to deal with a passed out villain (who's his coworker and his crush-)

good thing mumbo has his first aid certificate... scar rapidly calls his friend, begging the stars for mumbo to answer... (unaware of mumbo's real identity, and of how much he's putting prunelle-and consequently grian-in danger)

that's it! lemme know what y'all think >:3 i'll be working on this fic in the next few days (might post a few wips on here) hihi :P

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

https://www.tumblr.com/twinsarekeepers/786696321217232896/idgaf-i-nodded-when-katara-bloodbent-that-piece-of

Thoughts on this take regarding Katara and blood bending?

*sighs eternally* I'm so fucking sick of this discourse, so here's the short version: Hama abused Katara. Fuck that bitch, fuck her bullshit "teachings", fuck her excuses, fuck her stans, fuck her apologists, and fuck the people that act like she was doing Katara a favor by abusing her, free my girl from this stupid fucking fandom.

Long version actually breaking down the horrible arguments of that post:

"She used the a power created by the only other waterbender, who used it to escape colonial power" Did you miss the part when Hama, an adult, tricked Katara, a child, into coming into the woods with her and then used said power to violate Katara's body? And then did the same to her friends? Aka, the part that means that, despite being a survivor from Katara's tribe, she's also HER ABUSER, because I cannot stress this enough, that's what Hama is: Katara's abuser.

And if you don't agree, ask yourself how you'd label Ozai if he "taught" Zuko to redirect lightining by shooting lightining at him, or at Ursa and Iroh, to force him into doing it - and that for each second Zuko fails to get a handle on it, he and those he cares about are in visible physical agony, while Ozai is just laughing at their suffering, and then has the nerve to look all smug and congratulate Zuko, who is left in tears after such a stressful situation.

"It felt like ancestral rage" Yes, it did, and rage is important and can sometimes be good. Sometimes it also poisons you and makes you do things you'll come to regret - yes, even when done against somebody who was a total piece of shit (see Zuko, the person who was with Katara on that journey, not burning Zhao's face even though we know the bastard would not have spared him)

"And yeah, that’s not how the (white) writers wanted us to view blood bending" And the tumblr users want us to view abusive behavior as good just because it came from someone who happened to be of the same ethnicity as the actual hero, even though betrayed said hero's trust in a horrible way - again, something said tumblr users don't do to Ozai.

The *gasp* white writers are holding the brown skinned woman to the same standard they hold the light skinned man, aka treating them equally, and since they both abused vulnerable children that trusted them and used "I'm trying to teach you something" as an excuse, their "students" reject their lessons, find support, and send their abusers to rot in prison where they belong - and redemption is not even off the table, it's just clear the children they abused won't be bending over backwards to make it happen, because they don't owe their abusers a damn thing.

Maybe ask yourself why you have a problem with that, because I assure you it's not because the writers are the ones with a double-standard here.

"Aang had energybending, Zuko had lightining bending" Aang used it as a last resource to avoid taking somebody's life, and it comes with the consequence of "If your spirit is even a tiny bit corrupt, your very soul will fucking die." That's a much more extreme consequence than just "I did this thing and felt bad about it" and I doubt that using it without care wouldn't count as corrupting his spirit, so it's a power that he cannot abuse without IMMEDIATELY getting screwed over.

And Zuko has lightining REDIRECTING. He cannot create it. Somebody needs to attack him first, and even if he aims it back at the person that shot it at him (with intention to KILL him no less), they will not suffer too much. Once again, it's a power that is basically impossible for him to abuse.

Both of these are VERY different from being able to, in Katara's own words "reach inside somebody and control them" and that can be used in anyway she wants, as long as there's a full moon, therefore the comparison is, at best, unfair, and at worst it's downright dishonest.

You wanna know a power that DOES work in a simmilar way to bloodbending? Ty Lee's chi-blocking abilities. Abilities Katara was always freaked out by, and that the show presents as scary and evil 9 times out of 10.

Katara is a compassionate character with a strong moral compass, believes punching down is wrong, and her introduction to bloodbending came in the form of abuse, betrayal and trauma. Of course she hates it. It makes perfect sense for her to hate it, and I'm glad the writers respected that instead of just going "LOOK AT THIS COOL NEW POWER BOOST!" just because she'd obviously only use it against bad people.

Once again, somebody please free my girl from this fucking fandom.

[n0t-evenhere]

🐻

I HATE YOU!💢 I just watched all the dubs you've done and… I LOVED THEM!😩❤💖💕 I love how good they sound, but now I'm mad because I wanted more. Please don't forget the dubs, please🥺😳🙏.

I love you💌, but you've got me like this now:

Hehehe, anyway, I have some silly 👀questions this time:

Is the "diamond beam" ability like a beam that literally disintegrates everything in its path, or is it like a heat ray?🤔 A silly part of me imagines Ray can heat his coffee with that ability, and I wonder if it's possible. XD

Would Ray be able to love again if he decides to let MC go? Sometimes I think it's possible, but I also wonder if with that second chance he'd be different. Like, would he act differently? Would he be softer or more intense in his obsessive love? Things I ask myself on a typical afternoon sipping coffee and bread☕🥐👌🌟.

What would Ray do if MC were asexual? Let's say he wants a romantic relationship, but not a sexual one.🎀

What would Ray do if MC lost his memory🧠❓? And in an even more extreme situation, what would happen if his amnesia was permanent? Would he take advantage of that situation? I imagine so, but I wonder how❔❓.

Would Ray be team flesh or team blood?🤨

Team heat🔥 or team cold❄? There would be a LOT of problems if he were team heat (regardless of the scars, which are a separate factor, why I think he'd prefer colder climates to cover his scars).

If MC were the type to give his partner stuffed animals and flowers, how would Ray react?🌤💞

If MC asked Ray not to read the minds of close family members (like parents or siblings, or perhaps a very close uncle or grandparent) because he feels, in part, that his privacy is being invaded by doing so?👁‍🗨 Sometimes you have family members who are so close that they know you as much as, or even more than, you know yourself. Because of this, it can sometimes feel like reading the minds of your close family members is like invading theirs too, because that family member knows you quite well💫.

I once had the idea of ​​an OC who was basically an MC with the ability to not sleep💤. She could literally go her entire life without sleeping and she'd be totally fine⏰🤙, healthy, with no short- or long-term consequences or effects✔. Sleeping is basically just something she would do just to look normal or just to lie down⌛, all while having the energy her body stores from eating and staying hydrated. How would Ray react?

What would Ray be like if MC had a dangerous ability? We are talking about an ability that is dangerous for both others and herself, I have imagined it as an ability that makes MC absorb the negative feelings around her as a form of dark energy that can be stored, but by storing a lot of this it can make those negative feelings or thoughts of others that she has absorbed at some point mix with her own, as if they overflowed and she lost control of herself every time, becoming a beast that is carried away by those negative feelings but inside her head as if she were fighting a battle between herself and all that energy that controls her, negative feelings strengthen her, it could make her body so resistant that she could be thrown into a building and go through it with her body with barely any scratches, she could lose a limb and in less than a minute the dark energy would regenerate that limb like new or even use that energy to modify parts of her body into weapons (in the style of the symbiotes in marvel), MC would be so overwhelmed, always on the edge, between madness or sanity, Almost like a schizophrenic, tired, her treatments no longer working💣, she just wants to disappear or end her life to stop suffering from an ability that destroys her from the outside in⛓. What would Ray do? He couldn't absorb her; that's basically condemning himself to the same fate, or worse. I doubt NAHA would ever risk Ray absorbing an ability that would "taint" the path he's built for Binary Star, like the one I used as an example just now🩹.

What if… MC were only attracted to women👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩? How would Ray take it if, in this case, MC could only offer her friendship because he ultimately has no chance of being attractive to MC?💔

OMG, too much text again. Sorry.

Casual questions: How are you? Have you drunk water? Are you eating well? Are you healthy? Have you done anything interesting these days? I've been wandering around the "Final Destination" fandom a bit because I'm a fan of the series and loved the latest installment in the franchise💕. I still have hope for a seventh film💟.

I love you🐻💕. I browse here every day to see what other content I can find. I watch old content to entertain myself for a while.💫

Greeting my little Bear,

I appreciate the love/hate 😂 I have not forgotten, I promise there will be more. I have the one I’m working on recorded now I just gotta do the voice match up.

1. So the diamond beam when i think about it’s pretty much like Superman. He could absolutely control the heat level and how thick the beam is. It can slice or it can just heat. He could also cauterize a wound.Heat can absolutly take fingers or in Rays case, can destroy a full room of henchmen. 😐😬 that or warm up coffee.

2. He absolutely could fall in love again. Now, to kind of bring in a few points, I think that Ray will behave a little differently. He’d honestly be more unsure, he’d constantly try to prove himself over and over again until this new love interest proves to him that, “you don’t have to do that. Just be yourself.” Granted, you wouldn’t notice. It would be right out the gate, it would take a minute for you y to realize he’s being a try hard. He’d be more obsessed. Even if he agreed to not read your mind, he’d still do so because he can’t risk anything going wrong. Eventually though, after trust, love, and time. He’ll calm down.

3. That’s fine, Ray longs for the emotional connection, the person to person, heart to heart, so that’s not really a problem. Granted he’ll still want that kind of connection. The things is, by the book, asexual is the lack of sexual attraction. Which to simplify a little is when you fall in love with someone it’s not sec appeal, even more there is really a sexual drive. Doesn’t mean that it still won’t happen. The only possible difficulty is that, I think Ray is a more Sexual man, as in he somewhat has a need for that to feel connected. Granted, he won’t make you do anything and he’ll be reasonable. You’ll just have to find your rhythm.

4. Like the last ask, if that’s the case. He’ll treat it like 50 first dates. (See the last post to find a more in depth answer.) if you left him and you forgot? He’ll use it, use old videos, photos and what not to make it like you never left. Soooo he might manipulate. Just a little bit. Besides, no one else deserves you. What? Who said that? Who said that?

5. You know, I researched this a little this morning before answering, I got a very basic understanding. Honestly reminds me a little of DND. However, I think yes Ray has strength and what not but I think he’s more of a defense and plotter. So def Flesh. (I think that’s the right one, the one that doesn’t rely on offense and more strength.) Ray is a warrior of the mind!

6. He’s defiling a team cold. He laps just like having to get warm via coffee, blankets, etc. I bet even his suit had a cooling factor to keep him cool. He’s a sweaty man no doubt and in summer it’s even worse. My personally headcanons is he will sweat being outside because he’s just in the heat. Not just because of the sweater but because he’s warm bodied anyway. So he gets overheated easily. If he weren’t a hero and just a normal dude? He’d be more apt to have heatstroke. So yea. Team cold.

7. Honestly, me too, I’m giving this man all the flowers and little crochet projects I make. Stuffy? Heck yea! He’ll have to snuggle mine so they smell like him. (Whoa? What kind of obsessed freak would say that? It’s me. I’m freak.) he’ll love having them. They smell like you, and or they are from you. He loves that in general. He keeps everything you give him. Even birthday cards he had a whole drawer of them. He’s a bit sentimental.

8. Yea, he’ll try to abide by that rule you set. He understands why, and he’ll do his best to do just that. To do what you asks.

9. Listen, as long as you don’t ruin Rays sleep, (cause he doesn’t play when it comes to sleep.) he’s fine with that. Just snuggle him. Please. Maybe just massage his head, run your fingers through his hair until he falls asleep. Be a comfort if you are willing. ☺️ just lay with him till he falls asleep.

10. Yea, there is NO way the NAHA is risking Ray having that ability. Ray would fight to keep you happy. He honestly wishes that he could take Al that pain from you. Honestly, I’ve thought about this too, Ray having a MC that had a self destructive power. However mine was that MC had dreams that tell the future. (Kinda like criminally yours) except, that’s it, no other power. So the NAHA keeps her hook up to machines at night to read the dreams but the dreams start affecting her negatively, spasms, lack of sleep causing her to have mental strains. (Seeing things, extreme exhaustion, etc.) for both, he’d probably take you away. Take you to a little cabin. No people. Just you and him. No negative to take away besides his which he’ll try to be as cool as a bean.

11. In short, it is what it is. Ray will accept that, after all there are plenty fish in the sea. However if you are still friends, he’ll pros ably come to you for romantic advice you know, since you are a woman and are a friend and you would know better than he would. He’ll get over it. 😂

12. Awww, baby bear (hope you don’t mind the nick name.) I am so happy you’re asking. I’m honestly…doing alright. Been fighting for a job got hired on the spot today, going to be a server. Not the job I wanted but, the job I want isn’t available right now and I still have to make money. 😭 i actually HAVE been drinking water! I’ve been getting healthier physically but creating a little morning and night schedule for myself. Getting that B-12 and stuff. As for eating well, mmmm….we don’t gotta talk about that. 😂 I’ve been on my tuna sandwich train and blueberries/ strawberries. Not mix together obviously.

13. For the final destination, I watched the first two YEARS ago. Like when I was 14. After the first two movies it just felt like a copy paste and I didn’t like that, it also seemed like gore without plot. Just a “look how shocking this is!” However! I watched the new one and I was presently surprised. It had a good plot and tasteful gore. I had low expectations going and left feeling like I had watched a good movie. For movies personally, I’m on the “28 days later” loved the first two movies. Have seen the new one yet but, I’m excited.

Anyway toodaloo baby bear! Make sure you take care of yourself too! If you haven’t seen 28 days later, go for it. (honorable mention is house of wax and Midsommer. A personal fave.)

[nabi-unveiled]

Hey, thank you for your reply. I meant zeenunew in ep7. ❤️❤️❤️🥹🥹🥹🥹

Hey!

Thanks again for the ask. I figured it was about the ZeeNunew scene, but I wasn't really sure what type of analysis you were looking for about it. That said, I can share the things I noticed.

In full transparency, I only watched the NC scene one time prior to this ask. But one thing that stood out to me in the scene is the use of silence at key parts/transitions.

Basically, when one or both of the characters is making a key decision or "move", then the music completely cuts out. Sometimes it picks back up where it left off. Sometimes it shifts to a different tempo or even entirely different melody afterwards. That depends on where we are in the progression of the scene. But the key moments are found in silence.

If you want to keep track, here are your "moments of silence" where the sound is basically honoring the sincerity and seriousness of the moment for their relationship.

Silence #1 - The NC sequence starts in silence when Khanin propositions to Charan. This is a big move. He's asking for more. This is key considering how often Khanin commands. The music starts as we get a good look at Charan's face and him choosing not to break out of Khanin's grasp. He's choosing to stay.

Silence #2 - When Khanin stops guiding Charan's hand. It's another moment that he's putting the decision back into Charan's court. The music starts again right after this line.

Charan once again choosing not to break out of Khanin's grasp. We all know he could and would if he wanted to do so.

Silence #3 - Khanin gets up to be about even with Charan and says "it's you and me". Then the silence happens. As Charan weighs his decisions yet again, and he chooses to believe in Khanin's version of reality.

He is choosing to focus on just them and not the world of politics that surrounds them. Music starts and shifts significantly in tone once they start kissing.

Silence #4 - "Do you remember the tale of the Emmalian Kiss?" This time it's Charan putting the decision back onto Khanin. The music fades after the question and just before Khanin responds.

He knows what he is committing to by kissing Charan. He knows what a kiss means in Emmaly. And he's choosing to kiss Charan.

Silence #5 - The foot kiss. The music cuts out right before and picks up again right afterwards. I didn't see this kiss quite the same way as other people so you are better off probably reading their takes. But the silence tells us...it's a big deal.

Silence #6 - The music had already started to downshift into just steady beats as soon as Khanin touches Charan more intimately, but the music cuts out completely as soon as Khanin starts to pull Charan's pants down, shifts back on the bed, and puts his foot in place. When he finally starts pushing the pants down with his foot, the music cuts back in.

How many times have we seen a character put a stop to the action when it got time to remove the pants? A lot. So this was really a place that Charan could have had reality slam him in the face about what they were getting ready to do. He let Khanin take his pants off anyways.

Silence #7 - There's a beat of silence before the music shifts as we get Charan kissing and laying Khanin back on the bed. They've both stopped thinking about it too much, and they're focusing on each other and "the fairy tale" (according to the lyrics).

Silence #8 - Just like with Charan's pants, the removal of Khanin's pants gets a moment of silence too. Just like with Charan's, the music cuts out prior and then picks back up as the pants are removed.

Silence #9 - The final moment of silence is after Khanin covers himself. Whether it's reality hitting him or shyness, the decision is back in Charan's court. There's silence as Charan takes initiative to remove the blanket and begins kissing Khanin again. He has made his decision, and he wasn't commanded to do it.

No backing down, no covering up, no asking permission at this point. They are past that.

[the-sinful-voice-witch]

Omg so many mixed feelings... 🫠😖 Ok here I go, my KPOP demon hunters review.

First, fast one without Spoilers just feelings:

Animation: impeccable, fantastic , marvelous 🫶👌👌🫦🫦

Aesthetic and designs: good good SO GOOD🫶🫶🫶🫶❤️‍🔥as someone who loves long hair and purple I want Rumi's hair so baaaad (maybe not that long I don't want to step on it though 🙃)

Music: you bet I'm gonna hear those songs on loop over and over and over✨✨✨ for a loooooong time baby 🎶🎶🎶🎶💞💞

Story plot and romance:....................im so devastated 💀 and kind of disappointed😭

Ok regardless of what I going to say now, this movie is fantastic and deserves success so it can have a sequel that could fix everything Im about to rant about now 🫠��😅👉👈. Big massive Spoilers down here👇👇, you have been waaaaaarned:

So this movie took 7 years to be made and I need it to have the greatest success so we can have a sequel sooner than that because there are so many things to fix😤😤:

First there's a lot of unexplained lore, the demons: Jinu was a human turned into a demon by the big bad flames thing and Rumi is half demon because her dad was a demon we get absolutely ZERO explanation about this, was the father a human turned demon? 🤔Was it demonborn? 🤔 The other Saja boys are demonborn or demonturned ? The big bad flames thing didn't know about Rumi because he couldn't control her so that means he didn't know about her father? 🤔He couldn't control her father either? Was the father good or bad? Did he fool Rumi's mother and got her pregnant? Or were they in love? Why are they dead?🤔 Did they fight each other to death or one killed the other and the other died for other reason? Wait... Is he even dead? I mean I'll have to check but we only see the mother's tomb and I kinda assumed the father was dead... So he could be alive?😬 Also we know the mom was part of Celine group of three but I didn't catch who of the girls was her mother and we don't see the other member allegedly alive either we could have used some good old fashioned flashbacks here...😑😑😑

Another thing the other two girls also have issues about their pasts but is explained very fast and shallowly and we don't know how Celine chose them to be hunters, we know Mira is the black sheep of her family and is affected by it thinking she doesn't "belong" and same with Zoey, she feels divided because she is Korean but was raised in America so is like two different worlds to her and she is a people pleaser... Ect... The point is the same no flashbacks to explain anything at all🙄🙄🙄. Celine is also... She is very important but she is almost not there, she apparently raised Rumi, she is traumatized by Rumi's mom death, she is apparently incapable to love all Rumi because of her demon part and made her feel like a mistake... There's no retaliation about this, she doesn't appear again after having that breakdown In front of Rumi, we know nothing about her past either 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Also... Look I'm a person in love with romance and happy endings and even if this movie is so good... I still feel SCAMMED... 😭😭😭😡This isn't like Arcane or The prequel of the hunger games... I can accept bittersweet or devastating endings with those cause the who story is basically preparing you for the worst🥲🥲 but this movie vibes actually gave me the hope of a happy ending for both and it became a slap in my face...🥺🥺 I'm not recovering from this emotional damage... 🥺🥺I actually regret watching it because now I need to watch something knew to be obsessed but with a happy happy ending to forget about this... At least until I get a sequel... I can't believe Jinu died that way! And the other Saja boys... They didn't get a development beyond being props for Jinu with pretty faces! I mean I get that they are 5 and probably we would need a series but shit! They got obliterated like nothing before that could happen! And speaking of them... That trailer scammed me too! I mean... I'm not the only one right? Everyone Shipped Zoey with the abs guy because she reacted strongly about him, Mira too but more secondary and suddenly Zoey was infatuated with the guy that has his eyes covered and Mira is obsessed with the pink haired abs dude? I hate it 😤😤, they sold me something in the trailer and the movie gave me the though pink girl shipped with the pink tough guys and cute girl shipped with the cute guys that don't even talk! And made me watch how she sees him under his bangs and say: oh you are totally my type! Anyway*kills * WHAT THE FUCK??? ☹️I only like the tough with the tough and the cute with the cute with the PPGXRRB thank you very much because in general I like contrast 😭😭

Anyway like I said if they wanted to make us cry with drama they could have sacrificed a regretful Celine and saved Jinu... The demons supposedly were oppressed by the big bad flames thing so they could have been set free!! 😭😭😭😭😭 I need a sequel to fix this! Also I can't believe Zoey and Mira didn't get to meet the bird and the tiger... 🥲

And that's all... I need a sequel so my boys get resurrected and to talk about Celine and Rumi's mother and demon father, who knows... Maybe he is a powerful demon who is actually alive and can resurrect the saja boys... I just hope it doesn't take other 7 years...

[hamletkin]

i do have time to talk about this now so i will try to articulate my thoughts.

"hamlet killed ophelia" and "polonius' death killed ophelia" are statements that really fail to take into account ophelia as a person. she is often looked at through the lens of the men in her life within the fandom which is just...devastating to see. of course, it can be read that way! that ophelia's life is seen through the eyes of the men in her life more than it is her own. but that doesn't mean that you, as a viewer, have to portray her that way... why would you look at this beautiful work, this beautiful character who just so happens to be a woman...and say "oh, yes, her death stems wholly from hamlet being mean to her"... we know why. it's BECAUSE she is a woman. no matter what i say or anyone else says, she will always been looked down on for this. she isn't the first, she won't be the last. and i fucking hate it.

to say that hamlet's cruelty killed ophelia or that it was her father's death is ultimately just...incredibly reductive. it takes away from ophelia. i'm not saying that those can't be contributing factors. that is entirely possible. so, let's go in order.

first, we have ophelia here. she has very little agency as a woman, even with her father's position. i would argue that her character does not completely lack agency. as she has been in a secret relationship with hamlet, she has clearly gone against her father and brother's wishes. if she were to lose her virginity/become pregnant (i'm a pregnant ophelia truther i'm sorry) it would be a stain on their honour and hers. not only that but consorting with a man - let alone a prince - in private is already scandalous. but ophelia seems happy with this; her secret romance with the prince who writes her terrible poetry that she adores. her secret, her silent, (mostly) unknown rebellion, is something that belongs entirely to her.

she is knowledgeable, beautiful, clever...everything a lady should be. she can read and write and sing and sew and tell you how shitty you are with a flower. she loves her family.

the first straw comes from within: the extreme pressure placed upon her by her father and brother. she adores them, truly! but you cannot deny that they put a lot on her shoulders. she is reminded in the play, by both of them, that she needs to protect her virginity because... that's basically where her worth is. (read: i love polonius and laertes but that doesn't change their words/deeds towards ophelia)

then comes the death of king hamlet and the wedding to follow, a definitely strange thing. hamlet becomes scarcer during this time. there are no more letters, no grazing of fingertips in the halls... she worries about it but what can she do? especially with so much going on! and then her dear brother leaves for france and she's left alone in this quickly crumbling court...

hamlet is distant until he comes to her and frightens her so much she immediately goes to her father...who she very well knows could scold her for it. instead, he takes her to the king and queen. he then forces her to break off her relationship with hamlet and she agrees to...because she has no other choice. hamlet, likely feeling betrayed and put upon, is exceptionally cruel to her. he takes out his pain entirely on her, perhaps knowing that she was set up and seeing that as a further betrayal of him who should have been her husband. rather than deigning to look at it through her eyes, he treats her poorly...and she still prays for him. she still loves him.

with laertes gone and hamlet out of her orbit, she has only her father left to confide in, a man who puts his honour before her emotions. she isn't tended to. she isn't asked after. all she has to do is grieve hamlet and try to keep living her life even as he mocks her further, gives her something of a false hope.

for her father to then be killed by that same man who still may hold some part of her heart is just...devastating. accident or not, ophelia has to contend with the fact that her dear father is dead and her lover held the blade.

people tend to think that is the breaking point for ophelia...but i'd argue that she's been falling apart for far longer than this. with so much pressure on her to be perfect, to keep up appearances, to keep the truth from everyone including people she loves. that had to weigh upon her. everything had always been heavy but she kept her head held high out of duty and love.

ophelia's world has all but unravelled at this point. she's been abused, she's been grieving loss after loss after loss, she's been doing this alone, mostly in her own head. how could it not get to her after a time? she is HUMAN. her descent is seen as quick but i like to think it's been going on for years and she finally has come to a breaking point. one where her exceptional grief, pain, sorrow, and anger have all pooled into one and all she can do to protect herself is sink inwards. this looks to the others as madness but for the first time they listen to her...though all of them seem to miss her meanings entirely. her songs tell a story, her words about the plants are pointed, she knows, even in such a state of severe mental unwellness, that there is truly something rotten in the state of denmark...

whether you believe she was pushed, that she fell, or that she jumped to her own death it doesn't really make much difference as far as i see things. ophelia's death was tragic. it was the product of many things. to blame it on one single act is unfair to ophelia. she didn't kill herself because of a man. she didn't fall to her death because of a man. her death was caused by a system of oppression that constantly beat against her, that told her that her worth was in her body, that told her that she was expendable. she died alone in a world that treated her as though she was.

perhaps it's easier to place the blame on something more tangible. a prince. a father. but to do so takes away from everything ophelia faced, everything she stood against for so long. you take away her struggle, her choices, her heart if you look at things so narrowly.

ophelia will always deserve better than we are willing to give her

i don't have enough time rn to fully go into this but saying that hamlet killed ophelia as a blanket statement is so reductive and lazy...

[m-says-hi]

my friend had a vision and I had to draw it also I'm aware boothill's eyes have little targets. But I wanted bh to have something that marks him as from Aeragan-Epharshel and I wanted it to be his eyes because parallels. So I have the head canon that his eyes always were black and red, and the targets were added when he became a cyborg

anyways avie and bh are very interesting to me, have a good day

[t4tsawty]

my new obsession of the month is original post-split/bfb 16

[evelynpr]

FINISHED WATCHING MHA MOVIE 2: HEROES RISING!!! SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED IT

OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS WAS SO GOOD YO HOLY FUCK I LOVE IT AAAAAAAAAAAAA

This was truly My Bakudeku Academia. Watching that final battle felt like a religious experience- as if I was watching the birth of Christ. Holy fuck if that really was the original ending, with Deku passing OFA to Kacchan, and the whole "Oh it actually stayed with Deku and Bkg got amnesia" didn't happen, this would have been a dramatically different story moving forward.

Horikoshi really loves Bakugou- like absolutely no question. The story following this kind of ending would be about him continuing OFA's legacy with the guilt of a thousand suns on his shoulders for "taking away" Izuku's dream. Izuku would have continued the hero course as an actual quirkless student. I would love to see aus of this being canon and continuing their story from there.

I'm guessing Nine here was supposed to be AFO, and he would basically be gone too. Katsuma is perfectly set up to be the next protagonist (I can already imagine him using Cell Regeneration as Super Regeneration- he could become invincible while also healing others. Incredibly amazing quirk).

NUMBER ONE COMPLAINT I HAD WAS ADDRESSED. THE REST OF THE CLASS ACTUALLY DO FEEL STRONG AND USEFUL AND EVERYTHING AS SHIT I LOVE IT AAAAAAAA

YES MY GIRL OCHAKO FINALLY HAS HER BIG MOMENT FLOATING SO MUCH DEBRIS!!! I'M SO HAPPY- EVEN JIRO, AOYAMA, SHOJI, TOKOYAMI AND MORE HAD LEGIT GOOD SCENES AND FIGHTS I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY YEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH THEY ARE SOOO COOLLLLL THEY GENUINELY GAVE IT THEIR ALL FUCK YEAHHHHH

(note. THAT WOLF GUY CALLED SHOJI UGLY- A FELLOW HETEROMORPH, CUS HE WAS PROJECTING HIS "MONSTER" ISSUES ON HIM HOW FUCKING DARE YOUUUUU)

THEY ALSO MAKE IT ACTUALLY MAKE MORE SENSE HOW THE WHOLE CLASS IS SEPARATED ON AN ISLAND TOGETHER AS A WHOLE CLASS THIS TIME TOO (and not just half like last movie). They even managed to tie it in to AFO, the LoV, and Hero Society. Like it actually feels more grounded and reasonable why the class would be here alone with supervision.

They even add hints of Touya Todoroki with him having a short battle with Endeavor, Hawks spying in the LoV, the HSPC head cameo, and other little things too. Man I loved this fucking movie I would watch it 10 more times right now.

[myrkulitescourge]

imo karlach’s soul coin usage seems like it should have been a little more significant than it was.

she only ever really stops to consider the magnitude of burning through a person’s soul for power during an origin playthrough—otherwise she rationalizes to the player that they’re doomed anyway, and if using them gives her an edge in combat, why not use them for good instead of leaving them to be used by evil? the dialogue with lann tarv in act 2, where he tells the story of each soul he's handing over to her, tries to humanize each soul coin, and still she doesn’t really budge and disapproves pretty heavily if she's told no in regards to using them.

it just seems like something that could have caused some kind of conflict between her and wyll, given he sold his soul to a devil in dire circumstances and takes issue with the player for sleeping with mizora, because she 1) is mizora, and 2) similarly expends tormented souls during her romance scene, even if for a different purpose. but it just... never really comes up?

i love karlach. but that seems like it should have gone Somewhere, from a writing standpoint? karlach values wyll as a person but is willing to use currency forged from souls like his for the sake of a temporary power up. she knows the soul is consumed when she uses them. that whole exchange with lann tarv is there to emphasize that every soul coin she destroys was a person once. but it all kind of loses narrative purpose if this combination of factors doesn't mean anything? karlach doesn't change at all in her willingness to use soul coins, no matter what the player says or how much she cares for wyll.

idk. missed opportunity that wyll doesn't have any dialogue about this, of all things.

[skitskatdacat63]

Hey do you remember all those videos of Fernando smelling flowers? Haha yeah....