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Citrine says #7

I’ve been saying, “just one more day,” about… 5 years ago.

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Citrine says #6

As a traditional artist… im struggling so hard on digital art.

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good traits gone bad

perfectionism - never being satisfied

honesty - coming off as rude and insensitive

devotion - can turn into obsession

generosity - being taken advantage of

loyalty - can make them blind for character faults in others

being dependable - always depending on them

ambitiousness - coming off as ruthless

optimism - not being realistic

diligence - not able to bend strict rules

protectiveness - being overprotective

cautiousness - never risking anything

being determined - too focussed on one thing

persuasiveness - coming off as manipulative

tidiness - can become an obsession

being realistic - being seen as pessimistic

assertiveness - coming off as bossy

pride - not accepting help from others

innocence - being seen as naive

selflessness - not thinking about themself enough

being forgiving - not holding others accountable

curiosity - asking too much questions

persistence - being seen as annoying

being charming - can seem manipulative

modesty - not reaching for more

confidence - coming off as arrogant

wit/humor - not taking things serious

patience - being left hanging

strategic - coming off as calculated

being caring - being overbearing

tolerance - being expected to tolerate a lot

eagerness - coming off as impatient

being observant - being seen as nosy

independence - not accepting help

being considerate - forgetting about themself

fearlessness - ignoring real danger

politeness - not telling what they really think

reliability - being taken advantage of

empathy - getting overwhelmed with feeling too much for other people

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My WIP for 'Who are you?' A CSM X JJK

Content Warning:

Major Spoilers for Chainsaw Man Part 1, so anime-only people, you have been warned.

Author's Note:

A fanfiction crossover between Chainsaw Man and Jujutsu Kaisen! This idea would not leave my head so I thought, hey! why not make a fanfic out of it! I do plan on making a full-length fic and if this does well, I'll post it here on Tumblr! (Also there is like no JJk in this one so sorry!)

Word count: 986

Chapter 1: Welcome to your new home

September 12, 1997

"Open it."

Her word washes over him like a typhoon, drowning him in cold water. He feels as if he is stumbling through honey as it tries to drag him deeper and deeper into its sweet but deadly embrace.

His heart races as blood rushes into his ears. Her following words cut through it effortlessly, drowning everything out until only her words remained.

"You don’t have to think about a thing," she begins. Automatically, his eyes flickered to her face, searching for something. What is that thing? He doesn’t know himself.

"Trust me."

His body moves before his mind can even comprehend her words. ‘That’s good, isn’t it?’ His body inches closer to the door. ‘No thinking; that's why I came here, right? To be her dog?’

One footstep becomes two—only 5 more to go.

'When I open the door,'

4 more.

'When I open the door, Power will be there, smiling.'

3.

'She’ll pull a party popper, and she'll be holding a cake, and... Huh?'

2.

'Why would she have a cake?'

1.

‘-Oh, duh… because tomorrow’s my birthday.’

Power stands there with a white birthday cake in her hands.

"D-denji…"

"BANG"

September 17, 1997

He awakes with a gasp.

The heat bombards him, reminding him of its presence. Buzzing cicadas hum in his ears as he feels his shirt stick to his skin like a second layer. The sweltering humidity isn’t helped by the fact that the small girl is curled in his arms.

His wide eyes slowly drifted to her form, reminding him of the present. A small pang of envy is felt as not a drop of sweat can be found on her porcelain face. Unlike his, where he could already feel new drops racing down his blotchy, tan skin, His thin, straw-like hair was wet.

Maybe the heat is getting to him, or perhaps it’s the dream that led him to think about the last thing Pochita said to him weeks ago.

"...Grant the Control Devil’s dream." He softly mumbles, not realizing it until the words leave his mouth, flying off into the wind for no one but his ears alone.

When Pochita said it, he thought it would be easy. Make sure to raise her on love, not fear; give her room to grow normally; and give her lots of hugs. But now, staring at her, he doubts

 He feels a sliver of it embedding itself in his head. Whispering to him that this was all for nothing, that this would end up being another failure, and that his unluckiness will continue.

And the worst part about it is that he doesn’t refute it.

(His grip tightened as he pulled her closer to his body. Yet, somewhere deep in his body, there was a knee-jerk reaction to shove her off and run far away. Somewhere, her spiraling golden gaze may never find.

He wants to hug; he wants to push. He ends up doing neither.)

After all, there is already precedent for him destroying everything he loves.

September 25, 1997

It’s been a week since—whatever that was. (Of him hating a child—a child who used to be the lady who took everything from him and controlled him like a puppet since day one. Maki-)

"Denj-kuni,"

He hadn't even noticed that his hands were trembling. Exhaling a shaky breath, he turned his head to the girl sitting in front of the TV with her seven huskies. It’s a funny sight—a tiny, dark girl with a poker face lying on top of a mountain of fluff that can bark.

Subconsciously, he can feel his mouth pull into a small smile at the sight.

"Yeah?"

She opens her mouth before closing it and then reopening it. He watches in both confusion and faint amusement as this cycle repeats itself before she flops her head into white fur. Giving up.

"Can we have curry for dinner?" She mumbles into the fur, loud enough for him to hear.

"Eh? I mean…" Lulling his head backward, he mentally went through his checklist of everything he would need to make curry and if he had it in the fridge.

August 10, 1997

"-And now, we add the roux and let it dissolve into the curry."

Aki’s stern voice continues to drone on about how to make his admittedly very good- curry. 

His eyes slowly crawl toward Power as he lets Aki’s words turn into white noise. While he at least tried to pay attention to his lesson, Power gave up 30 minutes ago, claiming that the ‘great’ and ‘powerful’ blood demon "need not engage herself with such human things."

Now, She was sprawled out on the couch, Meowy on her stomach, as they engorged themselves in some animated cartoon about sponges and pineapples that live under the sea.

‘Not engage in human things, my ass.’ He thought to himself, staring at her from his seat on the counter stool.

"Now, cover it and let it simmer for... Are you even listening?"

"...No."

A shit-eating grin forms on his face as he sees Aki’s glare crumble right before his eyes, morphing into a disappointed but not-surprised stare. One that Denji takes great pride in causing.

Aki signs before his eyes light up with an idea.

"Denji-Kun," The smile he wore was almost always accompanied by some trap, an offer he knew Denji wouldn’t refuse. Yet, even with that knowledge, Denji thought the smile looked nice on him, made his eyes look less dull, and made him look younger.

It’s better than the ‘frown,’ at least.

Although Denji hasn’t seen the ‘frown’ in a while now that he thinks about it,

"Do you want to know my-"

September 25, 1997

"- Secret to how to make a good curry?" Denji asks, a twinkle in his eyes and ash in his mouth as he repeats what Aki told him that day. 

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Citrine Says #5

I may be lactose intolerant but DAMN does milk taste good.

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Citrine Says #4

Been having neck pain, but whenever i try to crack it, NOTHING WILL CRACK.

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Citrine Says #3

Y’all ever get tired from running to the point where you have to call out to the heavens just to breathe through this intense monstrosity of humid air? Went through that.

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Citrine Says #2

Is it just me or is everything incredibly boring now.. like games don’t hit like they used to anymore

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Citrine Says #1

Does anyone else have an incredible OC design but literally cannot draw it out… yeah suffering that right now