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Errors, "Errors," and Sci Fi: The Nail Gun Gray Zone
I have more thoughts on errors in sci fi, specifically what does and does not count as an error. So I made a graph.
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I'm a firm believer that at some point, your story will just be better if you bend certain rules of reality. A story with 100% realistic gun battles will be impossible for audiences to follow. One with ultra-realistic dialog will be boring and impossible to follow.
HOWEVER. Ice floats in water. Residents of now-Phoenix in the 1700s might've not known that, but it's hard to imagine anyone alive today who hasn't at minimum seen an image of a drink with ice in it. So GI Joe (2009) hinging a major plot point on a block of ice sinking in liquid water is widely regarded as silly and world-breaking. Same goes for The Strangers (2008) making a character unable to use her phone while it's plugged in and charging. Even in 2008, a solid majority of U.S. moviegoers owned cell phones and regularly used them as they were plugged in. Errors. Firmly.
But on the opposite end of the spectrum, you have "errors" that only bug a small subset of your audience with relevant expertise. You can always count on some of that subset to take to Reddit and whine pedantically about a 10-round gun firing 11 rounds, but I doubt those count as errors. My personal example is the lack of a character named Surprise in Inside Out — I've studied and taught Paul Ekman's theories, so to me the fact that they included only 5 of his 6 "universal" affects is always going to look weird. But I know that's less an error than a pet peeve, because there wouldn't be much for the character Surprise to do that isn't taken up by Fear or Joy. (The sequel also has a Surprise-ish and a Contempt-ish character, so there's that.) Same goes for the water main not being pressurized correctly in Batman Begins — I'll take city planners' word for it that Scarecrow's plan wouldn't work, but COME ON. It's a sci fi movie about a furry who makes a living punching aliens. If you want realism, watch a documentary.
That said. There's also that middle zone. What I call the Nail Gun Gray Zone, because it really is hard to tell how much some errors are obscure and piddly, how much they're mainstream and obvious. Because. Nail guns can't shoot nails. They're not projectile weapons. Not unless the story takes the time to show a character modifying the tool to override the fact that it has to be pressed flush against a board before it will fire. BUT. If you told me "99% of modern Americans know that!" I'd believe you. If you told me "only professional contractors know that!" I'd believe you. That poll clarified basically nothing — roughly 25% of respondents had used a nail gun, ~25% didn't know much about them, and ~50% had only seen one used. (I didn't ask "do you know that a nail gun can't be used as a projectile weapon" because then anyone who read the question should by definition answer "yes.")
Anyway, I think that a lot of online arguments about errors/"errors" in sci fi can be captured by the Nail Gun Gray Zone. Most of us can agree that only pedantic blowhards would say that the lack of Surprise ruins Inside Out, and most of us can agree that it'd be nice if The Strangers had simply broken Kristen's phone. Nail guns? One person's "oh come on, that looks ridiculous!" is another person's "it's called a nail gun, right? so why not use it like a gun?" and I don't think doing more polls will resolve it one way or another.
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kinnniestimmies · 4 days ago
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stimboards of my fictionkins, part one: Cal Gabriel; requests open!
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[banner pt: tcc, darkship, anti-otherkin, terf, nsfw blogs dni! end pt]
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crucefix · 2 years ago
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kendall embracing roman while pushing his cuts against his shoulder to split them open, offering him both comfort and punishment (and for roman they’re the same thing), roman hating ken and being comforted by it at the same time, kendall knowing it’s what roman ‘needs’ and also using it as a means to put roman in his place, making him subservient and small, roman letting out that groan of relief because he can’t deal with internal pain and emotions so he needs it to be translated into physical pain instead. sick
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quirkle2 · 7 months ago
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I was wondering if there are any rare happy ritsu moments in ur zombie au since hes always miserable I think,, like is he always miserable or is he happy/not miserable and feeling kinda good sometimes?
VWHDGDGD NO YEAH OFC HE'S HAPPY SOMETIMES im just horrible and enjoy putting him through misery
ive never been able to get a genuine smile to look right on his face in my art style either i think thats part of it. as ive said his face is just built to be mildly uncomfortable and bothered and i lean into it sm it's starting to get kinda funny
but yes ritsu is happy plenty! i think, canonically, he just seems like the type of person to me that tends to turn lemonade back into lemons. he's easy to scare and his first reaction to things is often Dread and Anxiety. he dwells on the negatives a lot and seems to be a "hope for the best, expect the worst," kinda guy, but there's a section in this post abt shigeo always loving the little things in life, and ritsu steadily learns throughout the journey on how to do that and how healing it can rly be. even if he had to grow up too fast during this whole thing and learn things a kid should never have to, the journey also gave him some good insight and lessons in other places! ritsu is smart, he figures it all out
in terms of little things here n there he's the happiest lil guy on the planet when he finds one of his favorite foods—swings his legs while he sits and munches on a kitkat bar like he's got absolutely nothin in the world to worry abt. sometimes mob does smth funny that he laughs at; for the longest time i've had this silly image in my head of mob accidentally knocking down a bucket from a store shelf and it lands on his head and he just kinda stands there and makes noises.when the noises continue out of pure curiosity about the weird echoey quality it's giving them ritsu cannot help but lose it
besides tiny things tho, when tome comes around ritsu in general is a lot happier, just cuz he has somebody to talk to that will actually respond in some way. they're sorta reluctant partners in crime at first (at least on ritsu's end) but over time and over bonding they grow to rly like each other's presence. they bicker constantly but it's almost always fond eventually, and they shove each other and playfight until mob gets antsy enough to get worked up about it. rly, tome is a godsend to ritsu's mental health—after months and months of being effectively alone with his thoughts, he finally has another person to converse with. a person His Age, too!
tome is rly good at knowing when ritsu is thinkin himself into oblivion and she's Also rly good at being the most annoying girl on the planet to yank him outta that and replace any misery with Oh My God Get Off Me You Freak. she doesn't even do this on purpose at first, but over time she learns how to tell when he's thinking too hard and, ofc, she's grown attached and she cares, so she's as obnoxious as possible to lighten the mood
when they find reigen n teru, ritsu gradually gets Much happier still. now that he knows they're safe and the gang is finally back together (and now that there's an Adult present and he can relax a lil and let himself be taken care of) his stress levels r exponentially lowered. having teru back is another instant lift to his mood—im always a big fan of teru and ritsu friendship, and i think adding tome to their dynamic simply makes it more chaotic. truly a trio of the 3 most normal teenagers in existence which will surely bring nothing but good (reigen sweats offscreen)
actually this makes me feel bad for forever torturing him im gonna go draw happy zau ritsus brb ,.,.ok imback <3
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#qktalks#anon#zombie au#tw guns#<- for that glock in the corner . sorry#actually it looks like he's at gunpoint in that one and just going teehee about it#he looooooves tormenting tome .and tome loves tormenting him. it's their favorite pastimes#i don't rly like the second one too much tbh the sleeves are weird but i think that's just the Nature of how poofy they can get#oh this is a great time to talk abt their dynamic. sorry.this ask isn't abt that.but now it is#so i realize that tome and ritsu ??? don't rly interact in canon at all. and neither do tome and teru . as a matter of fact#but consider. uhm.what ifthey did <3 GVYIEAV#like i said they're all So incredibly normal it'll make for a great time#^ genuinely i do think so actually. most of the time anyway#i touched on it a lil bit in recondite but i rly like the idea of mob ritsu tome and teru all being a friend group#teru would undoubtedly piss tome off sometimes she'd call him out on his bullshit#but like.in terms of the canon timeline i think post-mob teru would Totally listen to her#and take what she says abt How he is into consideration. he's trying to rebuild himself into somebody better#teru and ritsu already have a dynamic in canon but it feels pretty loose and it isn't fully explored at all#i think they work together rly well tho. there's no real evidence to the contrary iirc i think they work together in canon quite well#they think alike in terms of fighting#and in a setting like this‚ once teru is on the same page as ritsu on zombies‚ they're prolly a pretty damn good team#there's a lot of room for things to go wrong tho#if i had to sum it up rly succinctly it'd be: ritsu's motive is fear‚ tome's motive is curiosity‚ and teru's motive is power#what i mean by teru's being power is Not the pre-mob teru ''wanting'' to be powerful and unstoppable#i mean teru wants to have power over everything that is trying to hurt them#he doesn't Want to cower he wants to Fight tooth and nail#and i think ritsu's fear versus tome's curiosity and teru's drive of power conflicts a lot#ritsu is passive in the sense that he'll do anything in his power to avoid altercations with anything to order to keep mob safe#he isn't Active until something goes Wrong. and usually things go Wrong when teru and tome rush ahead#WOW sorry i went on a rant that was Completely unrelated to the fucking question. im at the 30 tag limit bye
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explicette · 7 months ago
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specialshinytrinkets · 9 months ago
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What if Hella had crocs and a gun
Now we're talking!
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Finally, after all these years, Bill Cipher Hella has a gun! (/ref) [Without apron under the cut]
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sweetangelanon · 3 months ago
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tumblr mutuals I am cooking up the most most dastardly and deranged reader x william afton ever based on bunnie's william and none of you will survive it also only u guys are allowed to read it no one else its just for me and you gang <3
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seungminnnie · 7 months ago
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got high and watched a bunch of ateez dance practices. feeling delusional about yunho rn
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mars-ipan · 5 months ago
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oh yeah okay that hospital visit was traumatic for sure. okay yeah
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ajdrawshq · 2 years ago
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so. in order to progress ur relationship with Akechi. he actually takes u down to mementos, alone, and challenges u to beat the shit out of him with Lethal Intent. which is very likely mutual. ohh this kid is on a whole other level huh
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after-witch · 2 years ago
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I'm so sorry I'm dumb but what's TPOF and BTD2??
TPOF is the Price of Flesh and BTD2 is Boyfriend to Death 2, both are murdersim games. Lots of bad ends and horrible things.
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autism-corner · 3 months ago
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=w=b
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devotedlyandrogynousyouth · 1 month ago
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Batfam! P Links
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This is my first time doing something like this, so feedback is super appreciated. Also!! Gotta be logged into twitter (X) for these to work.
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Bruce Wayne
- He just can't resist you when you come to visit the office<3
- The bathroom of a charity gala that neither of you were particularly interested in
- What you send him after he paid to get your nails done while he was away on a business trip
-A private beach that he bought out when he finally retired
- You're still getting used to how big he is
- He tries to be gentle, but his cock is just so huge that it's a pleasant, painful every time regardless of how much he preps you
- How's he supposed to focus at work when you send him those slutty little pictures in your new lingerie?
Jason Todd
- Something about this just screams Jason vibes to me. Maybe softdom? Maybe showing off his strength/muscles?
- LOVES when you guys get noise complaints just from the actions alone, nevermind the moans
- He sent this just to mess around with you while he was in the gym changing rooms
- Yes, you two have tried this. Yes, the gun was unloaded. Yes, he still made sure it has safety on. Yes, you clogged up his favorite pistol with your cum.
- This is kinda how I thought of Virgin! Jason Todd eating you out
- More gun play with Jason but in his only nice car
Richard Grayson
- Helping him clean off in the shower after a particularly long patrol
- A little tease while he's in a motel on a mission
- He absolutely worships you like the goddess you are
- Your poor baby makes a mess of himself after not being able to cum for a few weeks while on a mission
- Making you do everything yourself because you got bratty with him about having to cockwarm
- Trying his best to take it slow once he finally gets his hands on you coming home from that stupid mission
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Masterlist
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r3starttt · 2 months ago
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GHOSTFACE CAITVI
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CW: strap. oral. gun play. dom caitlyn <3
TAGLIST | KINKTOBER: @lewd-alien @greysontheidiot @jolyne @sapphic-ovaries @prwttiestbunny @visobsession @kiki5gigi @thesevi0lentdelights @femininologies | this is for @clairoscharm ily
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“Drop it,” you hear from behind, a steady, robotic command cutting through the silence, ordering you to release the small blade clenched in your hand. “So obedient now, aren’t we?” Another figure steps closer, hands gripping your arms just above the elbows, holding you firm. You struggle, twisting and squirming to break free, but your efforts are useless. “Come on, pretty girl, make this easy, would you?” Their voice drips with amusement as they slide a mask over your face. Darkness closes in, leaving you with only faint, blurry shapes.
“Lay her down,” commands the first voice, steady and in control. You hear the door shut, the lock clicking into place as you stumble awkwardly, guided back to the mattress you’d been on just moments before. You’d only been doing your job—a special request, yes, but nothing unusual—until she’d walked in. Tall, tanned, with her hair in a messy bun and a body honed to perfection. Her hands on your hips, firm and cold, had made you forget everything but the way she looked at you with those warm, shining eyes, her lips plump and inviting.
The sound of movement snaps you back to the present, and you feel the weight pressing against your back, pinning you down. A metallic click and the chill of handcuffs bite into your wrists, leaving no room to fight. “Be a good girl and do what we say,” the other voice demands, a gun pressing to your temple. They flip you over, forcing you into a seated position, and as the mask is pulled from your face, you hear your name spoken, taunting.
“The fuck—” you start, but Caitlyn silences you with a calculated glare, her gun aimed right between your collarbones. “You owe us,” Vi purrs, her head tilting as she watches with a playful smirk. You glance at Caitlyn, hoping for some sense of restraint or reason, but all you find is her finger poised on the trigger, pointed directly at your heart. "Open."
Your breath raises the gun up and down whole you try to think of anything to do, but it only ends with your legs wide open for them. Vi's hands are fast over your legs, barely touching your inner thighs as she makes space for her to fit between your legs. Caitlyn’s nails dig into your skin as she pushes you into the matresss.
You feel the cold and harsh of the gun between your thighs, they exchange the handle quickly before Caitlyn can take off her mask. Her hair is made into a messy bun that quickly fades to let her hair cascade on the sides of her face. "Oh- Fuck-" Caitlyn is quick to shush you, her finger between your lips and her eyebrows into a subtle raise to warn you. The tip of the gun makes enough friction over your clit you make you buck your hips closer. "Look at that..." Caitlyn’s attention was brought to your pussy, Vi's hands occupied with her gun, glistening with your wet. "Go on." she nods to you. "Just like that... so pretty." the tone lowers just the slightest, not enough to become a whisper.
You hump at your own rithym, watching on your side the tall figure sitting on a couch next to you. Her legs open wide as she manspreads and her black cloves disappear under her arms as she crosses them.
Vi kneels properly, opening your legs wider and adding enough pressure on your knees with both her elbows to keep you stay still. Your mouth opens enough to let out quiet whines, little prayers to give them the full show you'd give- just this time a bit too real.
"Stop- mhm." Caitlyn commands again, exchanging a quiet communication with Vi who's quick on standing and burning the black robe covering her toned body up enough to let the strap peek through. "You ready baby? yeah, you are... oh fuck-" her hands grip tightly behind your thighs, spreading your pussy apart to fill you in with the length of her cock. It slides in with so much ease, and the sight is as obscene as the wet of it.
Caitlyn stands up again, her boots loud against the floor with each step closer she gives. Her hands come to pick at her gun, a proud on her face as she notices the wet.
She makes her way in between, her lips pressing into Vi's with disgusting fervor and tender- just like only she could. Her fingers hover over her gloves as she takes them off, tossing them next to you along the weapon. The cold of her digits cup Vi's cheek bones into small circles, rubbed in a comfort one could only get from the Kiramman. And you stare, hoping to touch, to be part of it- but it doesn't happen and you just have to wait with the bruising grip on your thighs and the strap barely moving inside you.
"Doing so good..." Vi's eyes turn into puppy- like at the praise, which only makes Caitlyn prouder, hungrier. She steps behind, holding her tits over the fabric while her other hand slips over your clit to rub small circles over. She's got you both a mess for her with little nothings and gentle brushes.
Vi thrusts her hips slowly, humping against caitlyn as she does. Her nipples are ridiculously sensitive and the strap hits her clit just right. Withing each thrust you whine too, and fuck it drives them insane.
You'll truly do anything they ask, after all you do owe them, more than one.
"Yeah? that feels good?" Kiramman mocked you both, a grin on her face before she sucked on Vi's neck who was already staring to whine, one of her hands coming to your breasts while the other kept steady behind your leg, holding it up and sprayed for her to admire at your pussy.
You were overwhelmingly stimulated. Nipples sensitive under the pinching touch of Vi. Your clit kissed by the pads of Caitlyns fingers and your walls clenching deliciously tight around Vi's cock. And the sight in front of you so pretty. Dark eyes closed shut, nipples that were seen through the black fabric, teeth holding it to let the smallest sight of her toned abdomen while Caitlyn kissed on the gentle skin, never moving her eyes from you.
"Good girl." She whispered to Vi before leaving her side to come to you. Your pussy now only for Vi to take.
"Open, just like that." and you were sucking on her fingers- gagging at it. “gets tighter when she's scared.” Vi managed to breathe while she sinked inside you, holding your hips in place as the fabric fell over your bodies. "Oh I know..." The blue haired purred, admiring how good you took her, how pretty the saliva dripped on her fingers as she trusted at a slower speed than Vi.
"We've tried so hard to be gentle for you, but you just have to be fucking insistent, mhm? think you can hide for long and pretend you've got this on your own?” Caitlyn’s fingers rubbed on your clit, overstimulating your drenched pussy. You shocked your head with desperation, gagging mid way as she sinked her fingers deeper inside you. Vi's thrusts became deeper and harsher too. "You belong to us, to me. Remember that."
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teaboot · 6 months ago
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OH FUCK YALL THOUGHT I WAS *ARMED GUARD*????
BRUHHHHHHHH
I'm the lowest level licensed security you can hire
I work foot patrol for shit like wet cement, construction sites, malls, libraries, outreach centers, and local events
My job is, essentially, human scarecrow
I am not permitted to carry a gun.
I am not permitted to carry a taser.
I am not permitted to carry pepper spray.
I am not permitted to carry a baton
I am not permitted to carry a knife or any multitool containing a knife
I don't have a plate vest
I'm not permitted to make any physical contact outside of administering first aid or in self defense, which must be made in minimal force required to ensure personal safety
I escort employees to make bank deposits, ask aggressive or violent people to leave, and take notes on safety hazards in patrolled areas
If someone bleeds, throws up, or takes a dump somewhere they shouldn't, it's between me and the custodian to make sure nobody slips in it bay bee
It is none of my business if someone is doing drugs. If they aren't an active danger to themselves or others then they're golden
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
If you're selling drugs in clear view I will ask that you please do that elsewhere, ideally with more discretion. End of interaction
If you are using drugs in clear view I will tell you *exactly* where the property ends so you can smoke your bong 3 feet outside of that line where I can't do shit if someone complains. End of interaction
Site Security is not police. It is not LPO. Someone could point you out as you run off the site and say "I saw him shove a microwave down his pants and walk out" and it would be approximately none of my business.
THINGS THAT ARE MY BUSINESS
Overdose in the bathroom. I will verbally check twice that you are conscious, and if I get no response I will warn that I am coming in to check on you. If I find you on the ground I will again try to speak to you, warn that I am touching your shoulder, and give you a jiggle. If I can't wake you up I roll you into recovery and wait for paramedics.
Threatening or harassing staff. You cannot make passes at the highschooler operating the pretzel stand. You cannot tell the bank teller you'll "track him down eventually". The lady at the nail salon said she didn't want to marry you six times now and now I'm your problem
Abuse, endangerment, or neglect. If you leave your baby on the sidewalk so you can shop by yourself then I will be the jerk who ruins your day. If you hit your kid I will become very much your problem. If you locked your dog in the car with the windows rolled up six hours ago and it isn't getting up when I tap the window I'm gonna be the biggest pain in the ass you'll see all day
Safety hazards. Don't shoot off a bottle rocket in the parking lot. Yes it's very cool and you probably won't hit anything important but there's a pretty big empty lot like six blocks away man, what if you nail a kid or something. If you wanna take your bearded dragon to the food court, keep him in your coat or in a carrier. Climb the telephone pole on Tuesday because thats my day off
Client complaints/concerns. Boss says you've been here living in your car for three days and it's time to move on. You and I know it's been a month but between us if you switch locations every couple days around the lot she won't catch you again till at least May. As long as you don't leave a bunch of trash laying out we're good.
END NOTES
If you have tattoos on your face, throat, or hands and you wanna pull something you gotta be so incredibly discrete, is so incredibly easy for Law Enforcement to track you down you have no idea. I know like 3 guys with face tattoos in town, one of them's been my buddy since highschool and the other 2 were introduced to me like "watch out for a guy with a star on his cheek, his name is Patrick Sturblish, he's 43 years old and I saw him pocket a redbull once".
Always assume someone is operating the cameras live.
The courts are so insanely overwhelmed all the time, if you nab something small and vital like bandages, tampons, underwear, whatever and don't have a long list of priors usually even a cop won't bother trying to charge you. If I can't tell you not to steal for the consequences then at least don't get cocky about it
In my own experience if you walk into a big store and straight up tell someone "I don't want to steal but I need this very badly" then usually someone will find a way to get it to you
If someone tells me you're stealing on camera I will let you know that someone caught you and it's your last chance to put stuff back before they do something
If you pull a weapon on me or someone else while I'm working then I'm required to inform police so please don't do that thank you
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aakeysmash · 16 days ago
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college!sukuna’s first tattoo
college!sukuna’s masterlist
college!sukuna’s first ever tattoo was actually the first ever resemblance of a flower yuuji drew when he was 3.
yuuji was a babbling snotty kid, but he shut up when his exuberant energy was quieted with manual activities. back in the day sukuna had just turned sixteen, and he couldn’t afford to put him in daycare. well, most days he couldn’t even afford a decent place to stay at, so he had to be creative. the kid had a thing for dragging the coloured pencils the library supplied on whatever piece of paper his big brother managed to put right in front of his face while doing his high school homework. sukuna had to keep an eye out for an eventual choking-on-pencils problem, but he could do it. everything was better than his former home. he’d do it for yuuji. he’d always do it for yuuji.
one day, the kid just handed him the drawing with his chubby fingers, simply saying, “‘kuna, f’ you.”
the drawing was a little ugly, done with a bright yellow on a stark white sheet, so it was barely visible. sukuna sighed, rubbing his temple.
“what’s this, brat?” he asked, squinting, trying to make out the lines. his little brother peered up at him, big brown eyes wide open, coloured pencil still held tightly between his clammy palms.
“flowy. f’ you.”
sukuna tattooed it himself on his pec that night, right as he got into the rented shabby room, making all the lines squiggly because he'd never held a tattoo gun before in his life. he managed to buy one the week prior, because he came to know a lot of people were good with a half assed tattoo if they had to pay less, and he thought he could make easy money with it.
he sat himself near the broken mirror nailed on the entry door, the soft buzzing of the machine not stirring yuuji from his deep slumber between the makeshift bed’s sheets, put together with the only two covers sukuna managed to find in the room.
there were times when he pressed a little too much and winced, but he never made a sound. he tried to not make noises by holding his breath, just like he did when he realized yuuji drew the little ugly flower with him in mind. not mom, not dad, not a friend, not a little animal passing by which he scurried after. him. and it was the first time he ever drew something besides random scribbles. and he did it for sukuna.
as soon as he had the money, made by the same tattoo gun he used on himself, sukuna immediately went to a professional to cover the tattoo. it wasn’t because he was ashamed of it, quite the opposite, actually: he just wanted to keep it private. yuuji still doesn’t know about the whole thing.
even if you can’t see the flower now, he can still feel the bumps left from tattooing it to this day. he mindlessly traces over it when washing himself up after a particularly hard day at training. he touches it from on top of his football gear when he scores on the field, watching his little brother cheer from the bleachers. his gaze lingers on the spot every time he passes by a mirror.
oh, and the original drawing? still tucked in his wallet.
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