#{Shiki go home}

[yuesya]

idk if you've seen Her Inflorescence, a final boss in a ffxiv raid but that's kinda what i pictured for the sato-shiki eldritch abomination in twins cannons au and well.. I GET YOU GETO

!! Funnily enough I know exactly what you're talking about (I've actually been in that raid before and gotten yeeted multiple times by the buildings) and I mean. I guess?? Sorta? Wow actually I do think there are somewhat similar vibes going on now that you mention it...

The two heads + four arms thing for eldritch abomination Sato-Shiki was decided very early on since I thought it would be a fun parallel to Sukuna with his two faces + four arms. Two heads rather than two faces for Sato-Shiki because they are two different individuals sharing the same body, and not two facets of one individual!

Sato-Shiki being an eerie white color was decided partially for the unnerving factor, and partially because of Mahoraga's design -especially the summoning part in the anime, I thought that was very cool. So that was a factor in this decision! We don't know what color Tengen is, but I'm assuming that they are a light color, too? ... This one's a stretch, but I still think giving Sato-Shiki a statuesque vibe adds points to the whole preternatural feel of everything haha.

[deckedcards]

. . . I WANT YOUR EVERYTHING, EVERY SINGLE PART OF YOU

⌗ PAIRING: yandere! suguru niragi x male! reader, yandere! ryōhei arisu x reader x yandere! yuzuha usagi

⌗ SUMMARY: ever since (name) had been sent to this world of murder games, he thought that nothing could get worse upon from where he was now. that is until he catches the attention of a certain rifle handling psychopath. but rest assured, arisu and usagi won’t let the militant touch what’s theirs.

⌗ THIS WORK INCLUDES . . . lowercase intended, kind’ve dark content, typical aib warnings, typical niragi warnings, typical yandere warnings, third person pov, weapons described, cursing, niragi being worse than he already is, obsessed niragi, unhealthy love, “love” at first sight, possessive niragi, one-sided obsession, suggestive content (not full-on smut tho), reader only has eyes for arisu and usagi, implied poly relationship, bisexual! reader, threatening, suicidal thoughts, mentions of niragi’s backstory, assault, drugging, reader being too “pure” for the borderlands, reader gets hurt a lot, mentions of episode 3, scars, the militants, torture, niragi seeing himself in reader, reader wears glasses, stalking??, PTSD, niragi just being really creepy altogether, niragi calls reader “rabbit,” reader just wants to go home, also slight episode 6 rewrite, fixed grammar and wording mistakes ❨ edited ❩

⌗ EXTRA NOTES: this was originally supposed to be JUST a niragi fic, but then i started thinking about arisu and so i added him in, BUT THEN i started thinking about usagi once i started writing for his part so now there’s this. enjoy!! (niragi gif, arisu x usagi gif)

⸺ THIS WORLD WAS ROTTEN, that’s all (name) knew when he was sent to this verison of shibuya. a version where he had to fight for his life in games that he never thought he’d be able to survive. he missed his family. he missed the warm comfort of his bed, the cold wind that brushed against his window at night, the excitement he always felt as he met up with his friends to hang around amusement parks that opened around the city.

why, why him? had he done something wrong in his past life to be cursed into this hell? he didn’t know what to do during his time here, he was alone throughout all this. he had survived, what—three—four? games by now. eight of spades, three of diamonds, six of clubs, and two of spades. he didn’t want to do this anymore, he didn’t wanna kill innocent people just to keep himself safe. either way, it’s not like he was given a choice. with the effects of the visa lingering over him, he had too. he was afraid of letting the days run out just to get shot down by a laser that came from god knows where.

he didn’t know the importance of the cards, he just stuck them in his pockets after he finished a game and off he went to his abanded apartment building to rest for the remainder of the day. that is … until he found the beach. he doesn’t know how he found it in the first place, but not a day goes by where he doesn’t regret it. why you may ask? it’s simple, really.

it was all because of suguru niragi.

ever since (name) joined the beach, niragi has been anything but kind to him. yes, niragi was already a complete asshole to people at the beach anyways, but for some reason (name) was his number one target. constantly degrading him, beating him till he was bruised to the pulp, even making some of the militants hold back his limbs as he dragged his (loaded) rifle across his abdomen and chest telling him how “he could pull the trigger at any moment if he wanted to”; this always stroke fear into (name)’s core. even stealing the chipped glasses off his face making his shitty vision betray him, this gave niragi a bigger advantage to the torture he indured as this made the man more helpless than he already was.

(name) was weak, fragile even and easily scared, he wouldn’t deny that, the borderlands practically ruined him. he knew that niragi could actually kill him at the slight pull of his trigger. it didn’t help that niragi was a stubborn and narcissistic man that wasn’t afraid of getting blood on his hands if it meant having more fun, the total opposite of what (name) was. he always attempted to avoid him throughout the building but alas, he always failed. especially since the militants were everywhere, always notifying him of his location or when he got back from a game. he was like a bug that always showed up around the house no matter how many times he tried squishing it. the beach was supposed to be a place where players could have fun, not stressing about the games that existed outside of it.

live your lives to the fullest was the message hatter had given everyone, but how could he do that when this maniac lingered at every corner he turned? he couldn’t relax if he wanted too, always on edge as stress ate up his body worrying about both the games and the pierced devil with an ego too big for his body. (name) prayed every night that niragi would just disappear one day, maybe even failing at a game for being too careless or reckless at it. however, no matter how many times he did so, he would always succeed. coming back even more pyschotic than the day prior and he’d have to deal with his wounds getting reopened again as the days went by.

niragi hated how much (name) reminded him of how he used to be. innocent, weak, helpless, lonely, always letting his bullies get the upper hand all because he didn’t know how to defend himself. he wanted to kill him. kill the person that reminded him of all those horrible memories. but he didn’t, no matter how many times he thought of doing so, he didn’t. he was too infatuated with him.

ever since he first caught sight of (name), he was obsessed with him, how pure he was. all the brightness he had in his eyes, the spark inside them having yet to go out considering the predicament he was put in. how everytime he caught sight of niragi, his eyes widened and his body began to shake. all the tears and whimpers that left him as he dragged a knife against his skin, threatening to cut it open and leave him to bleed out. his poor little rabbit. being forced to succumb to the rules of the borderlands, he just wanted to tie him up and leave him in a closet where only he could find him. where he’d have to be forced to rely on niragi to live. he was perfect.

of course, that wasn’t possible. he didn’t want (name)’s visa days to run out and have to come back to his lifeless body bleeding out on the floor because of that stupid laser. so he let him roam free. if you would call tormenting “roaming free.” but again, it was all he could do. he didn’t have to worry about the beach residents foiling his plan since they already knew that (name) was off limits. ever since one of them walked in on his fun time, as he liked to call it.

(name)’s whimpers were muffled as the fabric that kept him quiet tugged against the corners of his mouth. his hands jerked at the restraints that trapped them against the frame of the bed, his feet were mirrored the same way. all he did was let out tears at his situation. niragi had captured him again, after he thought he’d been so successful in avoiding him. he hadn’t seen him or the militants all day, he was ecstatic in thinking he could have a peaceful day finally, one where he could relax just like hatter promised.

oh how naive the poor thing was, did he forget where he was stuck at? he strolled around the hallways of the building, playing around at the umbrella straw that was soaked inside his drink. he was finally able to visit the club that most of the citizens hung around in, a huge bright smile was plastered on his face. this was the first time he felt ever content in this place in months or however long he’s spent here (dates or calendars weren’t very accurate especially since the internet didn’t work anymore and nobody’s been keeping track of the days) it was too good to be true, but like always, his happiness was cut short. as soon as he turned the corner to head to his room he felt someones hand press a wet cloth against his nose, the smell of it was nauseous, his drink dropped to the floor staining the carpet beneath it. “shh…” was all he heard before he blacked out.

his vision was groggy as he woke up, blinking his eyes at an attempt to take in his surroundings. the room he was in was dark but dimly light by the bedside light, window curtains blocking off the outside, and wooden door closed off. attempting to sit up, he struggled, finally feeling his limbs glued to the bed he was in. realization had finally set in as he cried, obviously nothing came out and nobody would hear him anyways, so why would he even try?

“i missed you today.”

like a sixth sense, the door opened as a figure walked in, niragi. a shit-eating grin painted his face as he watched (name) struggle against the hold of the ropes, muffled screams left him as he walked over to his side settling down his rifle. niragi grabbed ahold of his face, squishing his cheeks together as he mocked a pout, “i have to give it to you, you hid yourself pretty well. i was starting to think you fell down the rabbit hole.” he spat rolling (name)’s head to the side. niragi opened the bedside table as he grabbed a small pocket knife that was hidden inside it.

he cocked the knife, revealing the sharp metal point. (name) was breathing heavily as niragi crawled ontop of him trailing the knife across from his collarbones down to the middle of his shirt. sticking out his tongue as slick stuck to the metal ball in the middle of it, lapping at his face as (name) cringed at the warm feeling of niragi’s spit mixed with the heat that filled his face. “you know better than to fuck with me..” niragi snarled, “it’s almost like you want me to kill you?” his fist collided with (name)’s face as he squirmed, dark eyes peered over him as nirgai bit his lip at the sight. the pervert was getting aroused at this.

he was too intoxicated at his movements, all of his undivided attention was focused on the screams that left (name)’s mouth as he deepened the knife into his thigh drawing blood. the door handled jiggled as it opened, a girl with long hair and bangs stood in the doorway, color left her face as she saw the scene infront of her. niragi snapped his head, sending a glare her way, “s-sorry…i-i-i’m so sorry! i didn’t see anything i promise!” she stammered closing her eyes shut and bowing her head as she left, slamming the door shut.

niragi clicked his tongue turning his head back as he smiled at the man under him, lightly bending his torso over to whisper in his ear, “there goes your savior.”

(name) was losing hope. all the pain he’s felt was bringing him to the edge, he wanted to end it all. nobody was going to save him, no one at the beach even gave him at a glance at all the agony he’s gone through. who was he going to tell all of this too? hatter, the drunkend sex obsessed lunatic? aguni, niragi’s own boss? fuck, no. they wouldn’t give two shits about how he was feeling. he needed someone more special, his own white knight or maybe even an angel, perhaps.

an angel like… ryōhei arisu.

arisu wasn’t like everyone else at the beach. he was smart, kind, caring, good-hearted, empathetic, handsome, he was the type of person who would risk his life if it meant protecting others. he was everything (name) needed. he never expressed any desires in hurting him, always protecting the other whenever they were paired up in a game together. with all of these sessions a friendship had started to build up with the two.

he was comfortable in expressing all his desires of wanting to go back to his old life, the yearning he had to see his friends and family again, even telling about him all the things niragi had done to him before he came. arisu listened to everything, never interrupting him or cutting him off, always giving him a hug or letting him cry into his shoulder as his hatred for niragi grew even more.

arisu had even opened up to him about losing his friends in a seven of hearts game. how they sacrificed themselves just so he could live on, a promise he intended to keep for as long as he was alive. (name) felt safe around him, always hanging around arisu and usagi as they gladly accepted him into their team.

arisu was his angel, while yuzuha usagi was his white knight.

usagi was just like arisu. kind, smart, beautiful, good-hearted, and protective, but unlike arisu, she was stronger. stronger than both of them, both physically and mentally. the type of person who worked independently, unless she was with someone she cared about and knew well. despite how she presented herself, she was still sensitive and emotional on the inside, especially with the grief she had of losing her father. she’d built up walls that she had never thought she’d be able to take down for anyone that wasn’t arisu. anyone that wasn’t (name).

ever since she found out what happened to him, she felt remorse for him. nobody should have to deal with all the misery he went through, nobody.

one day, during a game, she had teamed up with him. it was a spades game, something she was good at. during one of the rounds, (name) was attacked by another player while he was off guard, he tried to fight back but his strength wasn’t the best as his attacker easily overpowered him. usagi came out of nowhere, knocking the other player off of him as she delivered a blow to their face, over and over again. anger was all she felt at this person trying to to get rid of one of the only people she cared about. she didn’t care if this person was just trying to play the game and had the desire to survive like her. no, she wasn’t gonna let anybody take (name) from her.

lifting her bloody knuckles from the blow she gave, she stood up picking up (name)’s glasses that were knocked off him to return. that’s when she saw it. his shirt was ridden up as his chest heaved, eyes closed with messy hair and sweat wetting his skin. her face felt hot as she looked away, shaking her head to get rid of all the erotic thoughts that filled her subconscious. but what really caught her eyes were the pigmented lines that reached from his torso all the way to his waistband and dipped even lower than that.

his body was littered with all the affliction that she knew was forced onto him. her ears started ringing as all possible images of what could’ve happened to him flood to her. god, did she just wanna kill niragi.

“usagi… is that you?”

the calling of her name took her out of it, rushing to (name)’s side. “yeah it’s me.” she replied setting his glasses back onto his face, brushing a strand of hair away, “don’t worry, you’re safe now.” she cradled his face in her hands as they smiled at each other, (name) thanking her profusely before they went on to finish the rest of the game, not caring about the bloody corpse that was left behind.

yeah, safe.

the two made a deal between themselves, protect (name) no matter the cost. when (name) told them the thoughts he had conjured up of wanting to let go of himself, all arisu saw was him the day after the wolf and three lambs game.

lying on the street, filthy, dried blood and tears staining him. graphic memories of karube’s head exploding as his body flumped to the floor, his lit up cigarette rolling to arisu’s feet as he cried out into the air. nothing but his weeping could be heard throughout the building. he was begging for death, he wanted to be with karube and chōta again. not caring if he would be breaking the promise they had given him, he missed his brothers.

he doesn’t think he would still be here if usagi hadn’t saved him. but man, is he grateful she did. cause if she didn’t, he doesn’t think he’d have the gratitude of being with her or meeting (name). he made a promise that he’d never let anyone feel the same way he did after that. he definitely wouldn’t let (name) feel that way.

“you have us now,” arisu reassured him. the three were in (name)’s suite, he was sat on one of the twin beds as arisu and usagi were on the one across from him. tears streamed down (name)’s face as he turned his head up. the duo were looking at him with nothing but love in their eyes.

usagi nodded her head at this, standing up to move beside him, resting her hands on his shoulders, “i promise you’ll be safe as long as we stick together.” she said softly wiping the tears from his cheeks. arisu grabbed his right hand clasping it between both of his, “we’ll protect you and we’ll bring you back with us to the real world.”

(name) furrowed his brows, ripping his hand back (much to arisu’s dismay) as he looked between the both of them, “but hatter said only one person can go back to the real world? someone who has all the cards, and only he can have all of them, so how would you—“

“hatter is dead,” arisu responded coldly with no hint of hesitation in his voice. (name)’s breath hitched in his throat, eyes expanding, cranking his head to look at usagi. begging this to just be a joke. a joke where she would laugh the moment he looked at her. hatter was strong, reckless, but strong. surely one simple game couldn’t have ended it all for him, right? his eyes met hers as she nodded, her face was stoic, no sense of humor to be found on it. no. “he failed at one of his games. the game where everybody was celebrating his help to retrieve one of the playing cards,” she says rubbing her thumb against his cheek to soothe his nerves.

his pupils darted around the room at the conformation, stopping to connect with arisu’s, “so.. who runs the beach now?”

“we haven’t decided yet.” he replies, “me and the rest of the executives are gonna have a meeting about it tomorrow afternoon. my guess is kuzuryu. i mean, it’d make sense, he is second in line.”

nodding his head (name) spoke up again, “and the cards? how do you expect to get those?”

“chishiya.”

a laugh escaped him, “chishiya? the only person who works with him is kuina, how’d you get him to become your ally?”

“it’s a long story, really. it’s best we don’t get into it right now,” arisu responded, “he told me he has a plan for after the new beach leader gets chosen. and we were hoping you’d help us with it.”

(name) shook his head at the offer, this entire thing seemed sketchy. chishiya wasn’t the type of person who would just so easily let someone help with one of his schemes and hatter’s death, how would the new leader explain that to the citizens? there was definitely something going on that they didn’t know about.

“hey, listen,” arisu steered his attention away from his thoughts, “just like usagi said, you’ll be safe with us. if you’re worried about anything bad happening during tomorrow then you can just stay in my room. everybody will be busy in the lobby anyways—“

“no.”

usagi raised her brows at this, “no?” she repeated. “i wanna help.” (name) said grabbing arisu’s hands just like he had done to him a few seconds ago, “i don’t care anymore. i wanna go home. i wanna go back and maybe even have a life with the two of you.”

the duo smiled at the last sentence, having a life with him sounded nice. just the three of them, together. “yeah..” arisu whispered, if he was a cartoon character he would definitely have giant heart shaped eyes just by (name)’s actions, “okay, yeah! that sounds great, yeah!” he rapidly collected himself straightening his posture as he stood up, “well, it’s uh.. getting pretty late, i think we should all head to bed now. c’mon usagi, let’s go!”

usagi stiffled a smile at his awkwardness. he never really was good at being a romantic, “sweet dreams.” usagi said giving (name)’s shoulders one last rub before getting up and following arisu out of the room. (name) watched as they left, his stomach started to churn as he internally slapped himself, already regretting what he had just said to them.

what had he gotten himself into?

a/n: i was gonna write a lot more but i didn’t want the fic to end up being too long so i ended it right there. i have a lot of ideas that i wanna do with this, so i might expand on the story a little more. maybe or maybe not, we’ll see.

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[canteggscape]

nii-san, you're home late again. as punishment you'll be going three weeks without any shiki snacks.

[condohavenoking]

*People I want to get to know better

last song: Bang Bang You're Dead - Dirty Pretty Things (I can't stop listening to this song)

favourite colour: Oooh this is a hard one. I look amazing in red but all my stuff at home is either pastel pink or lavender!!!

currently watching: I recently started watching Neon Genesis Evangelion after being hounded by @bravely-first and I'm really enjoying it so far! It's my first anime in 13 years. The last one I watched was Shiki back in 2011 (which is hands down my fav anime of all time alongside Cowboy Bebop).

last movie: I can't remember the last film I watched but knowing me it was probably a horror film.

sweet/spicy/savoury: Spicyyyyyy (always)

relationship status: Finally single!!!!

current obsessions: OMGGG Anyone who knows me irl knows my current hyper fixation is Silent Hill (SPECIFICALLY MR JAMES SUNDERBUTT). I think I might actually implode when the remake comes out in October ifnekffkjcfnk I'm trying to think of any other obsessions I have atm but I'm literally so deep into Silent Hill, I haven't really been engaging with any of my other fandoms (except for LOTR)!

last thing i googled: Grond (I was out with some friends and we started talking about LOTR and I forgot which movie Grond was in) THANKS FOR THE TAG BB @moogleterra

I'm going to tag @crimson-synths, @the-bogginses-are-gay, @spinnenpfote6, @petrichorblue94, @bravely-first, @wastelockwoes, @pinedemon, @yumesei, @master-gatherer

[godhandler]

Rent A BF!

#2 | young toji fushiguro x reader | fluff, mentions of prostitution and related violence, period accurate and sometimes offensive terminology | 880 words

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31st December, 1995 | 11.57 AM  

20th May, 1996

In his months-long career as a rental boyfriend (and before that as a full-on prostitute), Toji has seen many different sorts of people who pay for company and, yes, sex. Most are older gay men who enjoy feeling young, many of whom are conservative family men who called it an ‘occasional treat’- getting fucked up the ass while being called sissies. And then they go right back to being firebrand homophobes. They amused Toji the most. Now Toji wasn’t gay, but when he took on those customers, he was homeless– so same results, really. 

No, Toji didn’t like his job, but he took it like a champ. Blamed it on capitalism like the rest of us all.

After a couple of very satisfied male clients, he was deemed worthy to graduate to women. Unlike men, there were no ugly women clients. The only women who look for a male prostitute are rich ones, and rich women are never ugly. It’s a cardinal sin of wealth.

Toji would know. Though he could only lick the scraps, he once sat at the elite tables too. 

All his clients, men or women, ugly or otherwise, were lonely. Toji couldn’t judge them for it, he was lonely too. Sitting in front of you at the café shop, he wondered about your degree of loneliness. 

“Would you want another boba milkshake, Toji-kun?” 

“No, miss. But the truffle cake looks heavenly.” 

Usually Toji got the requests to play the Big Strong Boyfriend (bless his incredible heaven-gifted physique). The type to fight for your honour if someone even looked wrong at you. But you had simply asked for, in the words of the receptionist,  a normal chill guy.

He could do that, easy as pie. He could also get truffle cake while doing that. You look lonely enough to pay for whatever he asked. 

“Miss, would you mind us getting the seasonal fruit platter too? It looks great, and frankly, I haven’t had much except for ramen these past few days.” 

Toji liked to push boundaries, see how much you would spend before you told him off. Instead of his company-issued suit and tie, he’d just worn his loose white sweater (ketchup stain at the hem), jogging pants and sockless Crocs. Hey, if you asked for a scrappy dude, Toji would show you real scrappy.

“Sure, order it.” Yup, lonely as hell. I could squeeze easy money out of her. It’s hard to contain the delight in his face. He’d live like a king the next couple of months. “Eat well, Toji-kun. You know what to do when we get home, right?”

Eyes on the waiter bringing his truffle cake, he nods, his milkshake forming a cream mustache on him that you wiped off with a tissue. Compared to free boba and truffle cakes and fruit platters, the sex was definitely one of his lesser favoured parts of the job. 

...

I take it back, he grumbles to himself as you started another episode of Dragon Ball Z, all his clothes still on him. You sternly instructed him to enjoy the show: breaking into shoulder-shaking laughs and nodding eagerly at your commentary as Vegata fights that dried Egyptian cat.  I’d rather get pegged with an axe than take anymore of this. 

8k yen per hour. He chants in his head. His cheeks hurt from fake laughing. Osaka boating summer. 

The dried cat wins. 

“Ey, O-Toji!”

Said Toji finds Shiki sitting on the broken wall of his apartment compound after he comes back from your house. Unlike your residential colony, Minami-Senju is the part of Tokyo that nice women with LV purses avoid. The Tokugawa shoguns used to execute their criminals here, the evil ghosts of whom the women say they’re avoiding the area for, and definitely not the melting-pot of urban poverty that resided here. At the time when Tokyo was trying to modernise itself, all the undesirables of the city poured into Minami-Senju: low-level Yakuza goons, Filipino street-hawkers, prostitutes, ex-prostitutes turned single mothers, Indian truck-drivers, transgenders, convicts hiding from the police, army veterans handicapped from the war 45 years ago, gambling addicts, runaway kids, and the worst of them all– Koreans. 

Shiki managed to hit several of these categories. He was a runaway kid, transgender, prostitute, and a gambling addict. It was one of those chains of events that makes you understand the whole story at once. “Toji-sama! I’ve got ye the ticket ye wanted!” 

He used to get beat up by his clients until Toji moved to the neighbourhood last January. That’s my boyfriend, Shiki would lie. Toji’s gonna kill you if you don’t pay up now. And Toji might not have shown it, but he was actually so happy to make his first friend. 

“80085! Now thass the golden number!” Shiki waved the lottery ticket at Toji. “I’ll let ye have it if ye give me 5 cups of ramen.” 

“Nah, I've won the lottery already.” Toji flashed Shiki a wide grin, walking up the steps to his apartment. Shiki jogs along. “This lady I’ve bagged is richie rich. And get this– I don’t even have to lick a single cunt. She makes me watch dogshit cartoons and pays me a million yen.” Shiki’s mouth hangs open. “5 cups of ramen? Nuh-uh, we’re getting grilled pork today. Dinner’s on me, Shiki, I’m motherfucking rich!” 

You’re definitely the best sort of customer he’s ever had.

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a/n: divider. i love strangergraphic's collections of dividers so much. the tone of the fic was heavily inspired by @jimlingss's Student Council Prez, fantastic series do check it out! on the same note, we need to document the impact bts had on fanfiction.

Shiki is supposed to be from the provinces and have a provincial accent, maybe something seaside? up to the reader really.

[tangsakura]

Missed Details from Sukuna's Introduction

Did you guys know that there are details we've missed from Sukuna's introduction by Satoru Gojo in chapter 3?

JJK Chapter 3

In this post, I'll go over the few details we've missed because of translation issues or difficulties.

WARNING: Very minor mentions of details beyond season 2 of JJK anime. Please DO NOT INTERACT if you don't want even a tiny bit of spoiler. Also, a bit of a long post ahead.

Missed Detail #1:

Let's start with this panel first.

"Ryomen Sukuna is an imaginary fierce god who has 2 faces and 4 arms."

In this panel, Sukuna was called a 鬼神 (kishin), which in general means a 'fierce god or spirit'. But there are also other meanings beyond this.

鬼神 also refers to gods or spirits/souls of heaven and earth. It is also a Buddhist term that refer to beings with supernatural abilities (e.g. shinigami, rakshasa). 鬼神 can also be pronounced as onigami, which means an invisible (nature) spirit, or a fierce and frightening god or spirit.

So this reflects the belief of people that Sukuna is a fiercely frightening divine being. They might've also believed that he was there even if they couldn't see him, just like how we treat our God(s) in real life (if you're a believer). They are definitely aware of his frightening powers.

It also has another implication behind it. The first kanji, 鬼, means oni. Oni has many translations including demon, evil spirits, trolls and ogres. In addition, during Heian era, the oni creatures were depicted as terrifying monsters that ate people, and there are even literature where oni's were depicted eating people in one mouthful.

Blue Oni, c. 1764. Painting by Soga Shōhaku (1730–1781)

The word 鬼神 is ironic, as well, because of his outward appearance, he can be considered an oni and a divine one at that.

Missed Detail #2:

Below is our last analysis for this post.

"Crowned with the title (name) of Sukuna, we couldn't even eradicate his grave wax that traverse eras as cursed objects."

The title that people gave to this man is 'Sukuna' alone. I don't know why they included 'Ryomen' in the English translation.

JJK Chapter 3 (ENG Translation)

I repeat. The only title they gave this man was 'Sukuna' (宿儺), which means the 'dwelling of exorcism.' 宿 (Suku) means lodging, inn, home, dwellings; while 儺 (Na) means exorcism or the ceremony of driving out evil spirits. What a great name for this guy!

Then what about Ryomen? Where did that come from?

I believe this is the name that they've been calling him for almost his entire life, even before he was called 'King of Curses'. That's right. This is definitely the name - means 'two-faced', btw - that they call him as a kid and became stuck with him until now. Imagine being called 'two-faced' as you grow up. That's most likely Sukuna's life until he was given the title of 'Sukuna'.

His name is ironic in a sense since these people equated him to the (real-life) Ryomen Sukuna who was written in the Nihon Shiki as a vicious force of nature after the imperial family of Japan declared him as such.

So yeah there you have it. Thank you, Gojo, for the wonderful introduction of Sukuna.

I hope this post made your day. Until then.

References:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oni

https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/%E9%AC%BC%E7%A5%9E

https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E9%AC%BC%E7%A5%9E

[seasidefallenangel]

playfighting!

notes: kanata yatonokami, iori suiseki, nayuta yatonokami, zen gaho, satsuki ito, yuto inukai x reader, play/fake fighting, fluff.

kanata:

who wins? depends.

✣ probably one of your worse ideas, if we’re being real. he has to be in a specific mood in order to go along with your whims. half the time he ends up shoving you off of him whilst looking like an irritated cat. when he does fight back, he’s careful not to actually hurt you even though you can’t tell with his gritted teeth and narrow brows. there’s a good chance you can take him out and he’ll just huff and ask if you’re done being stupid ; but be warned that while he’s not very muscular, he does sometimes get a rush of adrenaline in a fight that gives him a quick edge over his opponent and the same applies here - before you know it, you’re underneath while he looks down at you, unimpressed. “annoying,” he’ll mutter, and before you can protest he’ll give you a chaste kiss on the lips before leaving and acting like the situation never happened at all. 

iori:

who wins? you.

✣ realistically, iori could knock you out in one quick strike - however, he loves you a lot and loves being the source of your happiness just as much which means he will always let you win. always. you could give the most half hearted attack towards him and he’ll be falling dramatically, going on about how his beloved has betrayed him and left him to die. his shit eating grin as he does so takes any chance of believing him and squashes it. the only retaliation he offers is gently tugging you down with him as he lays on the floor and letting your body rest atop his. he’ll give you that stupid lovesick look he always has when you’re in the room and lean up to kiss your forehead, mumbling a sweet nothing about how proud he is of you for being so brave and strong.

nayuta:

who wins? nobody.

✣ nayuta specializes in stealthily dealing with people rather than physically, as shown by when he pickpockets those thugs for shiki. and even then, he doesn’t really feel like exerting the energy needed to pin you down most of the time. so what's his solution? act like a big baby. the second you launch at him or anything of the sort, he’ll whip out the pout and puppy-dog eye combo with the full knowledge it tugs at your heartstrings. he’s so unbearably cute that you just give up and smother him in hugs and kisses instead, something he’d much rather participate in.

satsuki:

who wins? you.

satsuki is actively terrified a simple hug from him will hurt you, you think he’d ever fight back? he’ll be surprised for a moment when you jump onto his back and almost go to retaliate before realizing it’s you and instead stiffening from such blatant contact. there’s a moment where he’s scared you’re mad at him and that’s why you attacked him, but once you explain you’re just playing around he’ll stand there and take whatever you give him. he’s a relatively built guy so the chance you do any actual harm is minimal, and he'll just be elated you're acting so adorably around him. the raging blush on his face has a higher chance of KOing him than you do.

zen: who wins? him, but he tried to let you win.

this man is built like a brick wall. there is 0% chance you’d be able to knock him down or do him much damage at all if you’re just playing with him. he’ll look at you with a little bit of confusion while you struggle to try and get him to budge. it turns into a smile when you drum your fists against his chest while complaining about how he’s too damn muscular. “alright then,” he’ll laugh and relax his body to give you a better chance, “do your worst, love.” it ends with him apologizing profusely for the way you landed on your ass when trying to push him over. 

yuto:

who wins? hancho.

yuto on his own is a bit of an easy target. sure, he’s a prison guard but you’re not a prisoner and he wouldn’t want to harm you. besides, he kinda leaves “cop mode” behind once he’s home with you so it would be a huge shock to him when you sneak up and tackle him down on the couch. he’ll stammer and blush while you straddle his hips with his wrists pinned above his head, and your victory looks to be assured when a familiar red glint appears in his eyes. “where’s all that bark from before?” hancho will growl in your ear with a smirk on his face as you wriggle helplessly beneath him. 

[schrodingersauthorii]

My WIP is currently called 'Shiki Matoba' or 'Came Back Wrong AU,' but I should really call it 'the situation specifically designed in a in a lab to give every single character an ongoing ethics crisis.'

Oh, Hiragi becoming Natori's shiki makes you uncomfortable, Natsume? You hate it when yokai eat each other? Even if it's natural?

Well tough: in this AU, Natori fucked up and turned Matoba into an ayakashi, and he's Natori's shiki now. And he has to eat either human blood or other ayakashi to live. His old clan is also constantly trying to kidnap him, but he swears he's not upset with them OR Natori.

Natori - you had qualms about working with the Matoba clan? Too bad: Matoba nearly died because of YOUR attempted murder, and you're the only one who can maintain your flubbed healing spell to keep him alive. As an ayakashi, now bound to a family no sane yokai will make a contract with.

Speaking of the Matoba family: how are things with the new shiki? The one with internalized ayakashi-ism and undying loyalty?

For bonus points: the eye stealing yokai will accept an eye from the Matoba clan head's personal shiki as payment. So Matoba can have some guilt over choosing the clan and his father's wishes over his father's health and life. As a treat.

And potentially every clan head after can have the temptation of a way to save their own skin at the cost of the clan's power.

Aaaand now Matoba's father's dead, and Matoba's refusing to become the new clan head's (not Shinoubu) shiki for *totally irrational ayakashi reasons* he swears. He just had an oopsie 'accidentally psychically manipulate your only healer/ confessed hopeless crush/ rival clans member into making a contract with you in a blind panic' moment for no reason.

The entire Matoba clan gets a moral quagmire there: the new clan head is a little sus, but ayakashi ARE irrational and their special little ayakashi was really upset about Shinobou being passed over for clan head. Is it really okay to leave him unsupervised with his only healer/ confessed hopeless crush/ rival clans member?

But also, they need Natori to keep him alive. So they can't take the nuclear option, or even cut him off and risk any of their enemies killing him either. Surely gently kidnapping Matoba and "helping him come to his senses" is the best option here- they can burn the clan head bridge if they need to after he's home. (Opinions on the necessity, practicality, and greater good of the last part vary. Civil war is a distinct possibility.)

Meanwhile: Matoba wrestles with the guilt of forcing Natori to give him his blood to eat when there's a secret third option he's just being an *irrational ayakashi* about.

Hiragi, Urihime, and Sasago have background ick about the inappropriate master/ shiki behavior (Urihime and Sasago more than Hiragi, though even she finds the literal just sleeping together weird.)

Takuma has STRONG FEELINGS about letting the little shit turned ayakashi who *psychically manipulated his mentee into a giant clusterfuck* into his house. But he also doesn't have any better ideas, and isn't about to cut off his formal apprentice (mandated after the healing spell fiasco.)

Yorishima has NO INTEREST and NO RESPONSIBILITY in helping resolve any of this mess, thank you very much. Even if he has some unique insight into complicated human-ayakashi healing.

I'm softballing Tanuma- he gets to have his cute lil teenage friend worries about being curious when Natsume's very firmly steering him away from ever knowing WTF's going on with Natori and his really friendly shiki.

Nishimura, like. Feels really conflicted about his *dead certainty* that his favorite idol and the idol's chronically ill friend are a couple. They say they're just friends- is it an invasion of their privacy to insist otherwise? Is he minimizing the depths of male friendship by insisting there must be more?

(The universe is testing Kitamoto's patience, not his morality, with Nishimura's fandom nonsense.)

I go by manga timeline, so Sasada is Sir Not Appearing In This Book, the canon divergence blissfully parting around her.

Taki's deal is still percolating- I have to do *something* with her two degrees of separation from the Matoba clan, but I don't know what.

I don't think Nyanko-sensei's getting any extra *ethical* issues- he doesn't care that much about ethics in the first place. Just external pressure to become Natsume's formal shiki since the exorcist community isn't as blasé about powerful, self-taught kids after The Fuck Up.

I'm fighting the "why do the Fujiwara's let their 15 yo relative stay overnight with a 23 yo idol?" angle kicking and screaming, but its gravitational pull is starting to look inescapable. Matoba became undead an ayakashi at 18, if he's strong enough to have a human form (which. ofc he is) there are going to be QUESTIONS about why he's living with an idol who looks five years older than him.

(Yes, Matoba has a driver's license stating he is 22- no it doesn't help with the scrutiny. There is just some inevitable speculation and conclusions about the chronically ill NEET who never uses his last name due to "family issues" who lives with the idol who got PTSD from saving his life.)

I actually do have an ending in mind, though I'm going to let canon developments lead the way.

OC Matoba clan head eventually dies "naturally," as Matoba clan heads do, and Shinoubu takes over.

This leads to a shakeup regarding prejudice against "weak" exorcists. (You don't need spiritual powers to politic, or very much to dodge a giant blob and open an umbrella. She IS a little evil (pending contradiction by further developments in canon), but hardly the worst.) Someone points out the "eye of the Matoba clan head's shiki" loophole due to this lack of trust, and the Matoba clan approves the "loan" of a shiki to the now closely-associated Natori clan.

Yorishima's expertise does bear fruit, so Matoba is expected to eventually fully recover. (But remain an ayakashi.) In Matoba's POV, this is the happy ending- he gets to live with Natori for the rest of Natori's life, and he has a formal way to escape future conflict with the grab-bag of Matoba clan heads.

But he's getting stronger- able to maintain his human form for longer, and make more changes to it.

So Shuuichi suggests leaving the industry- taking his still active identity, and living as a human. To not be anyone's shiki.

(Natori CANNOT have a romantic relationship with a subordinate. Nope, nope, nope. Absolutely not. Especially after their specific experiences. But just being an ayakashi isn't a deal breaker.

However, his world view values freedom and independence, so he'd suggest the idea anyways.)

(Matoba might not be able to return to the clan after a disavowal of that magnitude. The clan will definitely never trust him again.)

There'd be an epilogue from Natsume's POV revealing Matoba's decision, directly echoing whatever the canon ending of Natsume's Book of Friends does.

[sinister59]

Tsukihime sketch 8: Awkward

Bottom image is the higher resolution image. Screen tones might make it look janky so that's why there's two. Anyway-

After the epic conclusion to the Vlov fight, shiki crashes out and Arc carries him home. Shiki understandably thinks that because Vlov is gone he can rest easy, but that's until he hears there's still killings going on

Shiki rushes to try and find Arc, but she decides to pay him an unannounced visit first. The maids and his sister are understandably confused, and hilarious awkwardness ensues

[yuesya]

“Who’s Shiki?”

Gojo Satoru stares, confused as Suguru-who’s-not-Suguru makes a hitched, strangled sort of sound in his throat. He tilts his head –he’s never heard of a ‘Shiki’ before, but going by the other man’s reaction, Shiki was someone important.

Why?

Probably something to do with the differences between our worlds. That much is not particularly difficult to deduce, really. But the reaction of this Geto Suguru from another world to Satoru’s complete lack of recognition to ‘Shiki’ felt strange, somehow, like it was significant in a way he couldn’t quite name–

“… What are you talking about?” The other sorcerer’s voice sounds shaken. “You… you don’t know Shiki? She’s your sister!”

His what.

Satoru’s jaw drops open. “I have a what now?”

A sister? Him? Gojo Satoru is pretty sure that he’s an only child; a sibling sounds like something he would know about!

He’s fantasized about having younger siblings during his childhood, sure. The Gojo Clan was a cold, cold place, and people only ever saw the Honored One and not Satoru. Even his own parents. Gojo Muneyoshi only ever occupied himself with how Satoru’s lessons and training were coming along, and Gojo Sachie only cared for the status that Satoru brought to the family and nothing else. The other children in the clan either avoided him out of awe and fear, or tried to suck up to him. Satoru didn’t make any friends until entering Jujutsu High, and… the less said about that, the better.

(Why was I not enough to make you stay, Suguru?)

If Satoru had a younger sibling –knowing his parents, he doubts that they would pay any attention to them. There was only ever one user of both Limitless and Six Eyes at a time, so they wouldn’t have the same pressure that Satoru carried on his shoulders pressing upon them. The elders wouldn’t watch them as closely as they did Satoru.

If Satoru had a younger sibling, then they would be his. As a child, Satoru had so very badly wanted a friend and confidant and someone who would always, always be with them. It didn’t matter if they were a sorcerer or not. He’d just wanted–

But Gojo Satoru was the only son of Gojo Muneyoshi and Gojo Sachie.

“Gojo Sachie?” Suguru makes a funny sort of twitch. Satoru instantly hones in on that odd reaction. “… So your father remarried?”

Satoru frowns, “Not that I’m aware of, no? I was born to Gojo Muneyoshi and Gojo Sachie. I’m guessing that’s not the case in your world?”

That would explain the existence of a younger sister, at least–

“It’s not,” Suguru confirms. “In my world, you and Shiki were born to Gojo Muneyoshi and Gojo Hina.”

Gojo Hina?

Satoru stills. That name…

There is a shrine that Muneyoshi keeps inside his home. A shrine to Gojo Hina, and Satoru remembers overhearing an argument between his parents once about it –something about Muneyoshi not being able to ‘let go’ of his ‘first love,’ and Satoru had lost all interest in the conversation by that point.

It might be nothing. But…

“As far as I’m aware,” Suguru continues, “Gojo Hina died shortly after you and Shiki were born.”

Okay, that somewhat matches up, then–

–hang on. Satoru does not have a good feeling about where this is headed. “After Shiki and I were born?”

“Well, yes. The two of you are twins.”

Twins.

Twin children. In sorcery clans, twins were a curse. Even though it shouldn’t matter in the case of fraternal twins, but if one child was born the Honored One and the other child wasn’t, if the Gojo Clan refused to take any chances–

Then–

An icy chill runs down Satoru’s spine. It’s been a long time since he’s last felt this way.

Did I have a twin sister?

… The air is cold. It has nothing to do with the weather, or Satoru’s current lack of a jacket in the winter weather.

[minhio22]

uhh can I order the Zinnia flower for hajun yeon?) plss and hii I recently discovered your blog and I already like it ^u^)/

Zinnia - confessing how much they are missing you

Actually wrote this yesterday right after i finished that other shiki oneshot like the insane person i am instead of sleeping eventho i have like classes tomorrow but i hope u enjoy it took me a while CAUSE LIKE IT WAS SO HARD TO THINK OF WHAT STORYLINE WOULD MAKE HAJUN CONFESS THAT RKDBDKJD but i enjoyed writing it fr. Slight angst maybe? Also enjoy ur stay at my kinda half dead blog where i yap about stuff 🫶

You were packing your luggage. Clothes, toiletries, some snacks and your favourite stuffed animals. You were busy either trying to play tetris with it or just doing the art of stuffing everything inside as long as it fits while Hajun was leaning against the door frame of your bedroom watching you as you packed. He had came by earlier saying he needed to grab something that he forgotten to take with him the last time he was at your place but in reality he felt unsettled that you were leaving the country. Not that you were leaving for good. It was the school holidays so you being an international student at the international private university the two of you go to only make sense that you would return home during these times.

It tugged at his heart strings as he saw you pack, he didn't want you to go. To him it felt like he was being left alone again, tossed aside after his use was done but he knew you didn't think of him like that. You never would. You were too kind for that sort of thing. When you first told him that you were planning to go back, his face fell a bit but it was so slight that even you who has managed to see thorough him from time to time didn't pick it up. Despite however reluctant he was, he still upgraded your ticket to first class behind your back due to the fact you wouldn't let him buy your plane ticket back.

“Is there something you need Hajun?” You had just noticed him leaning against your doorframe as he stared at you. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Of course I did. I have a great memory you know?” Hajun had put on his usual smile masking the fact that he was going to miss you dearly and that he didn't actually leave anything behind last time.

“Oh? But you forgot it here the last time?” You raised an eyebrow.

Hajun just chuckled. “What if I said it was because I wanted an excuse to come and see you alone?” He smirked.

At that you turned your head back to your luggage flushing slightly at his slightly florty remarks.

“Oh? Are you blushing now?”

“W-what?! No of course not!” You stuttered out. Ah the kind of reaction he manages to get out of you. “Oh by the way could you help water my plants while I'm gone?”

“Should I let them shrivel and die instead?” Hajun teased as he noticed that you left your bag of face care products on your bedside table. He picked it up and tapped it gently on your cheek.

You glanced up at him noticing that you had forgotten to pack it up and you gently took it from him. “You wouldn't dare let them die. Right?” You looked up at his eyes which just held a mischievous glint.

“I'm just joking with you. I'll water them for my precious partner.”

When it was time to send you off, all the members of BAE were there. You were talking with Anne as they hugged you and told you lots of stuff. After you were done talking with Anne and Allen, Hajun accompanied you to the security gate. The two of you walking in silence, you not knowing what to say to him. The two of you were holding hands as you walked, his grip firm and steady and his demeanour confident as usual as if his heart wasn't racing at the fact he has to part with you.

It was when the two of you stopped near the security gate that he finally said something. “Take care okay?” His gentle squeeze of your hand makes you melt a bit.

“I'll be gone for just two weeks okay? And don't forget to water my plants, Hajun.”

Hajun seemed amused at the fact that you just had to remind him about your plants but it's not like he would purposely not water them and let them die.

“I will, so don't worry.” He pecked your cheek wanting to give you a kiss on the lips instead but he held himself back.

You didn't expect that. You didn't expect him to do that. It felt so weird that you had trouble thinking a bit but he just ushered you saying that you're going to be late if you don't get a move on. You gave his hand one last squeeze before you left to pass the gates leaving Hajun to his own thoughts.

The two weeks felt quite fast for you but to Hajun it felt like time was dragging itself. You called and texted him often when you're not busy with your family or the friends you had back there. Back in Japan, Hajun was doing what he usually does, model, prepare for stage battles with BAE and the such. There were times he missed you so much that the calls and text didn't do much. He would never admit to it. It took an even heavier toll on him when he gets his trap reactions after performances.

It started like it usually would, in his house back in Korea with his parents telling him how he was unneeded after his half brother, Dongha was born. How he was later sent to Japan to make ‘networks’, how even until now these memories still haunt him. Even more when the trap reaction added the thought of you leaving him for another better man, how you would leave him after he had no value. During times like these Hajun would hold close the plushie that you left in his room, desperate for comfort in any form. He would never tell anyone though, this was between him and god.

The day you came back, it was already quite late at night and BAE had just finished a performance when Hajun had come to fetch you in that limousine of his. People at the airport were staring but you were too tired to tell Hajun off about it. You just sat side by side, shoulders touching. You were slightly worried about Hajun getting a trap reaction and at first you had denied for him to come pick you up but he was adamant. In the end he won and here you were. You leaned your head against his shoulder, taking in the comfort his presence brought to you after being away for so long. Hajun just let you be, none of his smarty remarks coming to bite you this time. Instead he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. He could tell that his trao reaction wasn't far from happening but he wanted to come pick you up. To make sure you really didn't leave him behind.

You had decided to stay over at BAE’s shared apartment that night. You had changed and all the luggage you brought sat in a corner of Hajun’s room as you laid in bed next to him. His breathing was heavy, and you knew it was going to be a long night. Hajun, always so attractive, looked even more attractive to you when his tinted glasses were off. His face bare to you but you knew now wasn't a good time to be thinking about that as his grip on you got tighter, the symptoms of his trap reaction taking place. He would rarely let you see him like this, only some rare occasions where it got so bad that he had to confide in you.

And every time it never fails to pain you how someone as confident and strong as Hajun could be reduced to something like this just from the phantometal’s reaction. The memory of that one ti-

“Y/n.” His words came out so soft but so pained that you snapped out of your thoughts as you looked at him. His eyes were unfocused, his breathing shallow and his grip on you tight. You know compared to the others Hajun had a better time at keeping it in check, suppressing it but it still hurt all the same to see him in this state.

“Don't leave me.” Were the words that shocked you. You didn't expect him to say that but you guessed it made sense with what he had been through. You just pulled him closer as you mumbled out how you weren't going to, how the thought had never passed in your mind.

It took a while of coaxing and reassurances to get Hajun to calm down back to normal. By then you were nodding off, barely able to stay awake anymore. Hajun who had just managed to get through the night once again saw your eyes drooping as he rubbed your back soothingly, trying to get you to just succumb to sleep knowing you needed it just as much as he does.

“Hajun… I missed you…” You mumbled out sleepily. It wasn't clear if you had intended to say that to him but he heard it all the well.

Hajun let his guard down even more to you that night as he whispered out to you that he had missed you too, the words that his ego wouldn't let him say when you're fully awake but maybe someday. Hajun wasn't sure if you would remember but if you did you would probably think it as a dream but he was fine with it.

“I missed you.” Hajun whispered right next to your ear, his breath hitting your ear gently as he continued to lull you to sleep.

[oddaesthetin]

them as the type of s/o that knows immediately that their partner is pregnant when the owner of the uterus doesn’t even know themselves

—————

“you’re creeping me out.”

“creeping you out how?”

you look at him with a scowl. unsure if he’s doing this on purpose to spite you or if he’s really just as clueless as the face he’s pretending to make. it’s the third time he’s done something like this today. it was six times yesterday, and five times the day before— he kept doing something nice for you. you made sure to keep count of it as it’s not every day that he’ll volunteer to do the laundry, vacuum the house, or go full length and prepare a whole massage treatment at home for you, with him being the masseuse of course. the weirdest thing he’d done today which pushed you to ask that question again is when he insisted to do your paperwork for you because quote-unquote, “you might overwork yourself.” yeah, you'd keep tabs on them, too.

you don’t doubt him being kind, but in your 3 years of relationship, this sure is the first time he’s put so, so much, unusual than the usual amount, of effort in treating you like you’re a queen.

with curious eyes still watching his focused figure, you asked, “why are you acting like this? did you do something bad? are you dying?”

he paused from what he was doing and looked at you for a short moment, before standing up to go to the bathroom.

confusion still hasn’t left your gaze as you followed him in there, and stopped, when he faced you with a grin that you’re not so sure if playful or pure smug. that was also when you noticed the thing he was holding.

“oh no. I am so not pregnant.” a deadpan statement. bewildered by the audacity.

“oh, sweetheart, of course, you are.” he assertively put the stick in your hand and gave you a nudge, which you think is for motivational purposes. “come on, try.”

“did my uterus migrate onto you or something to make you that certain, that I am, indeed, carrying a child?” you asked while pushing him out of the bathroom and closing the door.

“my child.” he giggles. “our child.”

you started to undo your pants when he followed with the usual dramatic sigh, “my sweet honey, you never fail to make me appalled by how you still find the audacity to question my ability and intelligence on these kinds of things.”

you remained quiet doing the business. silence reigned as you both were waiting for the result. just as you were feeling the saying “it feels like forever” with how long it was seemingly taking, he spoke again.

“five minute’s up. it should be done by now.”

you rolled your eyes at the tall know-it-all outside your bathroom door.

with the silent dropping of your jaw, you hastily opened the door and stared him straightly in the eye. your face modeled the emotions of surprise, shock, and amazement, while he let out a loud chuckle and shook his head.

“how the hell did you know?”

with eyes sparkling and lips beaming with smug and glee, crossed arms, he leaned against the door frame. “aside from the fact that I’m undoubtedly absolutely smart, if it’s you, of course, I’ll know.”

—-

and u kissed after that and did all the scenarios you wanna have on this little drabble’s ending lol

— Osamu Dazai, (and Nakahara Chuuya, YES YES I SEE HIM BEIN LIKE THIS except for the tall part JK), Edogawa Ranpo, Saigiku Jouno, Ryouta Kise, Tsukishima Kei, Rintarou Suna, Oikawa Toruu, Tetsurou Kuroo, Satori Tendou, Koshi Sugawara, Yaku Morisuke, (and Terushima Yuuji, too!), Satoru Gojo, Itadori Yuuji, Souma Shiki

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this one’s supposedly for Dazai only but I remembered a lot of these characters while writing so y the hell not

[paraliveimaginesblog]

Hello, can I request shopping with shiki, ryu, iori, itsuki and ryoga please? thanks for writing all of these for us!!

Iori Suiseki:

This is more of a Zen errand but Iori doesn’t mind accompanying you out, thinking it was nice to get some fresh air and alone time with you. He has his opinions on any clothes or food you buy, making comments that you can’t discern part of the time. Does he approve? Is he questioning your taste now? You tell him to make choices so you can give the same commentary, the sly grin on his face asking if you’ll be paying for all the products he purchases if he acquiesces (he would never make you pay a dime for him, of course, but he loved teasing you about it).

Itsuki:

Itsuki never minds coming with you, mostly to keep an eye on the tab you’re running up and to assure you don’t go over your own limit. He enjoyed doing domestic tasks together as it was never something he imagined for himself, and it felt right to doing normal couple activities together. He’s patient, having his own list of items to retrieve for both Rokuta and Kei, so it seemed most productive to get errands done together.

Ryoga Tosa:

Ryoga wants to just get shopping over with. Divide the list with him, and he’ll help you get it done. He doesn’t exactly have anything better to do and he enjoyed spending time together, but he felt impatient while standing around with you in the stores. He didn’t like going places with a ton of people either as they tended to stare, which added to his discomfort when you shopped; you don’t generally ask him to come anymore unless you knew you had a lot to carry and wanted to put his muscles to work.

Ryu Natsume:

Ryu must be kept on a leash at all times or you’ll lose him in any store you enter, even small ones that look like they don’t have places to hide. He’s all over the place, pointing out this or that, asking if you needed this large machine that would never fit in your home and pouting why you deny its necessity. He does at least help you keep focused as you’re worried about losing him and wanted to get your shopping with done ASAP, but you always spot a few extra stray kitties on your way home to brighten up your day.

Shiki Ando:

Shiki is always surprised when you want to spend extra time with him but he’ll never say no, because he’ll take any opportunity to be with you more. The time shopping is spent with idle but interesting chatter, where he finds out more about your tastes and the things you like. It felt like another way to get to know a person is to see their shopping habits, what items they would splurge on and what sales they wanted to take advantage of. He has a lot of fun with you even if it was just a simple twenty minute trip, hoping you invite him out again.

[junkyard-gifs]

tugger knows he's the cutest Skimble fanboy out there, everyone else can go home

Shiki, Nagoya 20/7/2000. Probably Masaru Yamaki as Tugger, Yoshinori Momo as Skimbleshanks, Kyoko Sato as Victoria, and Yoko Ishii as Jenny.

[shiki-aki]

Free Will and Why Akira Follows Shiki in ED1

(originally written on Twitter)

Bit of a short meta that I wanted to do because I woke up with Shikiaki thoughts this morning lol. Because of tweet limit, I can't exactly go into a full, in-depth analysis, but I'll try to explain my thoughts as concisely as I can.

When Akira learns about the truth of Nano, his thoughts are that Nano was "made into a test subject againt his will." Akira empathizes with Nano and understands why Nano must've gone on a rampage, to which Emma taunts him by saying "Does the story hit a little too close to home?"

The answer is yes, it does. Because Akira was also used as a test subject against his will. Emma and Gwen reveal that they plan to capture Akira and continue the research, thus depriving Akira of his free will/agency once more. Akira isn't valued for who he is, but for his blood.

As it turns out, Emma and Gwen aren't the only ones after Akira. Arbitro is also interested in Akira for his blood. Akira is stripped of his humanity even further. Rather than being viewed as his own person, he becomes relegated to merely "a tool to satisfy other people's greed."

As Akira watches Nano fight, he realizes that Nano's despair comes from being experimented on, used as a weapon, and "deprived of every freedom and dignity." Akira empathizes with Nano's situation--after all, Akira was also a test subject, and now he's being wanted for his blood.

After Nano's death, Arbitro tries to collect Nano's blood to use it for his own purposes--a gesture that angers and saddens Akira. Seeing Nano being objectified pains Akira because he realizes that this is how others must view him as well; that he's only valued for his blood.

Later, when Shiki asks why Akira didn't leave even though he could've, Akira realizes it was because he was drawn to Shiki's will this whole time; how Shiki followed his own path without letting anyone get in his way. Subconsciously, Akira wants the same freedom that Shiki has.

The darkness in the tunnel reminds Akira of the nothingness that consumed Nano, and he starts to think that there's nothing for him, too. While Shiki follows his own path, Akira can only see nothing, no path in his future.

Then Akira asks Shiki what he thinks of his blood.

(continued) Akira assumes that, like the others, Shiki only sees him for his blood and not who he is as a person, and that he might even cut Akira down. Yet, surprisingly, Shiki says that Akira belongs to him. Shiki wants him--Akira--for who he is and doesn't care about his blood.

Even though Shiki held Akira captive in his apartment, he never fully restricted Akira's free will or denied him his agency. He even left the door unlocked, giving Akira the choice to leave. When Akira declares that he belongs to himself, Shiki is actually pleased at his answer.

Then, finally, Shiki tells Akira to go wherever he likes. He doesn't deny Akira his agency but instead encourages him to be free. Akira can follow his own path--just like Shiki. Akira hesitates, and in the end, Shiki has to pull on his arm and lead him to the light; to freedom.

That's why Akira stays with Shiki in ED1. Because Shiki's the only person who truly valued his existence and saw him for who he is as a person. Because Shiki was the kind of person to follow his own path, and he encouraged Akira to live freely and also follow his own path.

[danwhobrowses]

Once Piece Chapter 1138 - Initial Thoughts

And we return once more

Answers have come with more questions, as they tend to do in One Piece fashion, but with Shamrock and Gunko setting sights on Elbaf, the stage is slowly beginning to set itself

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OH MY GOD QUELLE SUPRISE this mysterious base with cat aesthetic and cat guards is the home of cat enthusiast Who's Who, WHO WOULD'VE GUESSED!?

I mean he wasn't gonna go back to the WG anytime soon

Still got his cat harem, but the oiran seem to be held against their will as he enjoys sake with his large sword with a tiny blade (not a euphemism...maybe)

We continue with Loki, who notes Shamrock's similarity to Shanks

Gunko notes it has nothing to do with him, which Loki agrees but can't help but be curious, since one's a pirate and another's a Celestial Dragon

Confirmation that Shanks is the younger twin of Shamrock, who says his twin 'went astray'

Oh? Shanks went back to Marejois? Wonder why that gives him a little more leeway with the Navy

He grew attached to the world though - which Shamrock calls 'filthy' - which is why he left again

Hearing that Shanks went back only makes Loki dislike him more, but also notes that now he has beef with an entire family it seems

He continues to pledge violence once he's free, hoping to avenge his animal friends

Shamrock asks if it's a threat, Gunko tries to calm him but he agrees it's not worth dirtying himself over

His sword however...seems like it ate a Cerberus fruit

Pretty badass power for such a dick...

Also reminds me of Thriller Bark with their cerberus

Blades come out of each hounds' mouth

It might be my Zoro fan coming out but I see a swordsman with a power that makes three swords...

The heads can also detach from the body and float around, Shamrock calls it his 'biting blade'

Gunko makes an arrow plane as Shamrock sics the hounds on Loki, offering for him to challenge him anytime so long as he survives

All three stab him in the gut, Loki did seem worried about the damage it'd cause

I doubt he's dead but still, sets the tone

Unable to get Loki on-side for 'subjugation', Shamrock plans to go low: kidnap the children

A third God's Knight is going to be called in to assist

Back at Ouest Castle, Luffy refutes the guards' suggestion that Shanks attacked them

Tbf the giant guards must not be so perceptive, they claim it's Shanks because he's visited Elbaf a lot but Shamrock lacks the eye scar and missing arm...

Detective Zoro at it again, noting that if he's visited recently he'd have no need to sneak back in to skulk around

Luffy continues to defend Shanks, which Nami notes regarding his loyalty

Luffy does make a point that Nami would be equally refuting if accusations were thrown at Bell-Mere, though he called her Tell-Mere and got corrected, with the added honorific XD

The giants entertain that it may be a lookalike, or a brother

Luffy wonders if he has a brother, expecting him to be a cool guy (spoiler Luffy: he's not)

But he also mulls over the fact that Shanks never really talked about his bio family

The guy from that cover story we think might be Shiki got a sneaky panel? Wonder what that's about...

Luffy notes that as far as he knew, Shanks was raised on a pirate ship, so he assumes that Roger and Rayleigh were his family

'Their whole crew...except Buggy' - damn Buggy catching strays, that's Yonko on Yonko violence

Over to Franky and Ripley who are at Treasure Tree Adam - lucky guy

Franky marvels how there's so much of the tree, expecting it to be rarer given its black market value

Ripley didn't know that it was rare and jokes about selling it on the side

Seems Saul is more protective of the tree, demanding that Franky didn't cut into it because it's a sacred tree - Ripley was sent to keep an eye on him

Ripley enjoys Franky's Saul impression, also she is still beautiful

Franky concedes that the value is probably because it'd be difficult to steal from Giants, but he then spots something, a mural

Ripley calls it graffiti, thinking it was likely down to kids a long time ago, which made it a heritage site - because it was done sometime around the Void Century

Aw Franky immediately thinks of Robin when he hears it's from the Void Century

He notices though that the drawings aren't all of giants, which Ripley confirms since it's full of multiple races

She thinks the mural was some kid's dream because of the cooperation

Class starts in the Walrus School, very unaware that soon to be 3 God's Knights are likely to be targeting them

Over to the Owl Library, Saul shows Robin and Chopper the Harley text

Chopper marvels at the size, but catches a big ball of giant dust

The Harley's cover also has the circle symbol we've seen a lot in One Piece, the circle with eight mini circles around it

The tome also holds other myths too apparently

As we were told before, the Harley's different interpretations have led to different interpretations of the Sun God

Robin asks to read it and Saul happily obliges

Turns out the Harley is split into 3 different texts; 3 states of the world - which explains why Giants believe the world has been destroyed twice before

The only common thing agreed upon is that Nika appears laughing to the rhythm we've heard before, with Saul also doing the dance

Robin decides to read aloud, which plays over Franky's marvelling of the mural

The First World allegedly burned in endless flame, the Sun God rose from the prayers of the enslaved

The enslaved must've done something though, since they are said to have 'reached the forbidden star', which angered the god of the land

With a Serpent of Fire, the God of the Land cast the world into ruin, darkness and death reigned

'They would not meet again'

The Second World was a breath that stirred in the abyss

The God of the Forest nurtured devils

The Sun lit the embers of war, those of half-crescent and full moons dreamed

But the ones who slew the sun deified themselves, angering the Sea God

Once more 'they would not meet again'

And finally the Third World: Chaos reigns, the world drifts into void

Time does not erase the memory of the promised day

The voice of the half moon echoes through the ages, and once more the Sun God will rise

In the final act, the sun is reborn, a new dawn will break

'Surely, this time, they will meet'

The mural itself is marvellous, while it's possible to be all three worlds I think it mainly depicts the first and second

To the left you can see the enslaved carrying fires in a factory

These fires look like stars next to the moon though

A dragon fights a big serpent, and between them is a ship similar to the Ark Maxim

The ship seemed to crash, and bring winged people and animals

In the middle there's the tree, but there's another fire or star to the side of it

Then on the left is a battle, a demon holding the sun battling armies led by Nika

Emeth, a whale, a giant, a mermaid, a fish, a samurai's boat, another boat adorned with the symbol, possibly a Lunarian and a Mink, a tontatta and two other species are also in battle

And in the middle is Franky soaking it all in

There are spreads like these where you just have to sit back and be in awe of it for a while, because this feels big.

I believe the mural depicts the first and second world since it was made during the Void Century, and thus the world had yet to fall into void. The image of Emeth implies that the second world is Joy Boy's time - 'those who slew the sun deified themselves' is likely a nod to the Celestial Dragons. It's just so much to dissect, but from what I'm seeing it sounds like Devil Fruit powers were perhaps initially due to the 'forbidden star', which probably led to Nika's creation, the resulting war brought Skypeians, Birkans and Shandorians to the planet from the moon - as depicted in Enel's cover story - but Nika lost, the world plunged into darkness.

The second world implies that the God of the Forest created Devil Fruits, and that they are rejected by the ocean because of the Twenty Kings putting themselves at the top. Perhaps Devil Fruits were a gift and they used it to overthrow the world, it also implies that DF users could potentially not be weakened by the ocean under some circumstances. The mention of the moons is interesting too, the full and crescent moon are common in One Piece, but since it's the sun who 'lit the embers of war' it's probably Joy Boy's revolution that did it. Interestingly, they don't say the Sun God in this World, just 'the Sun'; we know Joy Boy awakened his fruit because of Emeth but why isn't the Sun God listed here.

And finally we expect the Third World to be the current one; the Void happened but people don't forget, the sun god shall rise guiding the world to its final act. But there's some things that aren't too clear; who is the half moon that echoes through the ages? What is 'the sun' that'll be reborn after its demise in the Second World? And who will meet?

In terms of Norse myth I do feel like the first and second world have Muspelheim and Niflheim influences; endless fire and breath in the abyss (Niflheim meaning 'world of mist'). When the ice met the flames of both realms the ancestor of jotnar (giants) was born, Ymir.

But anyway, I'm interested in there being three shadow creatures too, I've seen some say that Imu is the one on the right, and they could very well be, but what if Imu's powers are a set of three? What if Blackbeard has another that needs to be awakened the same way? Three dark entities of the world's destruction...

We could go on all day about it, but there was a first half of the chapter to get to as well, so we'll leave it for now with me being glad that Robin, Chopper, and Franky had parts in the chapter for once, and Ripley ofc, though I do wonder if Lilith and Bonney were overhearing Robin's reading of the Harley. Now we need something from Usopp, Sanji, Jinbe and Brook.

Over with the Loki stuff, it is a surprise that Shanks went back to Marejois, maybe he did want to see what life was like there among his birth family? Regardless he still turned away from it. As I said before I'm sure Loki's alive, though he seems more and more like a potential ally as the chapters go on, where does that leave Hajrudin though? We're getting a lot of layers but no conflict right now.

But conflict will soon come, targeting kids is a scummy move but it may set the floor not only for Colon to encourage bravery from the others but for Elbaf to show its fighting spirit, I could definitely see Ripley going ham. When Gunko and Shamrock arrive though I do worry for Robin's group, including Saul, that feels like the next place shit will hit the fan.

We have more mysteries too with that cloaked guy appearing after Luffy mentioned Shanks' family, the shadow guy from earlier chapters has yet to show too, and a third God's Knight is coming, but the numbers are still quite uneven, things are gonna get a lot crazier before we see the full picture.