#Dad Kuna for the win!!

[sunshine7queen]

@yuujispinkhair @windlullaby @samaraxmorgan

You rubbed your eyes in disbelief as you stared at the child hiding behind your husband's legs and peaking at you.

Sukuna didn't pay attention to your questioning stare, he simply sauntered in to your shared home and tossed the meat he had hunted on the table. As if it was just an average day for the two of you.

Except it wasn't because there was a child right next to him.

"Um... Love?" You questioned softly.

"What?" He grunted.

"Mind telling me who... that is?"

Sukuna crossed his upper arms while resting his lower on his hips. He shrugged. "Our ice house is no more. This child can create ice so I brought them home."

Of course he did. Leave it to your husband to replace an actual functioning cooler with a literal child.

Speaking of a cooler...

"The icehouse is broken? I swear it was perfectly fine when I went there this morning..." You mused.

But a quick glance outside the window confirmed that it was indeed broken. Crushed by a tree and blood splattered everywhere from the meat stored inside of it.

And just one look at the fallen tree, you can tell what—no, who was responsible for this destruction. There was a large, clean cut right at its base.

You turned to your husband with an accusing frown but he opted to not look at you. He knows that the moment he locked eyes with you, he'll have to face your wrath and.... He'd rather not.

You sighed and shook your head before walking over to the child who stepped away from you the moment you got closer.

You stopped, keeping your distance and smiled kindly. "It's okay. Don't be afraid, little one. I won't hurt you."

Your voice was soft, your eyes were kind so when the child looked up at Sukuna and saw the way he was looking at you, they knew you were trustworthy.

And yet...

"You won't harm me but... I can harm you." Was what the child spoke.

Your heart sank at their words and the way they looked away. Their gaze was an empty and distant void. This poor child...

But the King of Curses scoffed at their words. "Go to her. As long as I am here you cannot harm her."

You were surprised at how this child had came to trust Sukuna that they took his word and slowly stepped over to you. Besides you, no one else in this land would ever dare trust him. Then again, your husband never gave them a reason to.

You went down on your knees to be at the child's level. A small, loving smile graced your features as you reached over to brush your fingers against their cheek.

Ice cold.

But that didn't stop you as you brushed their hair in comfort. "You poor thing... Just what have you been through?" You asked softly.

The child kept quiet, their eyes gathered with unshed tears. They closed it to stop them from flowing down. And then, very very tentatively they leaned into your touch.

"...You're warm." They mumbled.

Your heart warmed at those soft words. You were happy that this child had found comfort in you.

Despite being the King of Curses' wife, you loved children. You always wanted one of your own. You had even managed to convince your husband to have a child together.

But those dreams were far gone when you found out you were infertile.

It took a while but you had gotten over it. Though part of you still wished that you can have that. A small family with your husband.

So when you looked up at Sukuna, that's when you noticed his gaze. A look that was only reserved for you. Tender, soft and... loving. But there was another meaning behind it...

This is my gift to you.

Your heart leaped and you felt tears gathering in your eyes. The smile you gave him was nothing short of radiant that had him looking away from you. But you knew he was flustered just from the red tint on the tip of his ears.

You laughed softly and got on your feet, gently pulling the child close to you. "What's your name, little one?"

"Uraume."

You hummed. "Uraume... What a beautiful name. Are you hungry, Uraume?"

Uraume felt their stomach grumble just then so they softly nodded.

"Very well, then I'll get started on dinner."

Uraume looked up at you, their pinkish eyes staring at you with a curious glint. "Can I help?" They asked.

You smiled, running a gentle hand through their white hair.

"Of course."

[nessieartss]

The twins ryomen and jin thing? The possible criminal curse user fun wine aunt uncle?

So, we've established the possibility that Kaori was a nerd delinquent, right? What if her gang was all genius nerd delinquents who did delinquent shit but were super passionate and prompt in school? There was the main nerd delinquent she looked up to, who is passionate about the Heian period, higher education and ancient poetry-all of which his nephew took a liking to-was Ryomen.

Who introduced his "little sister" of the gang to his strait-laced twin brother.

Can you imagine how weird that would be? Delinquent Kaori courting her "big bro's" twin? Like aggressively?

Jin recalls all the corniness of it all and how much his wife and his brother have no game(Ryomen likes to remind him that Kaori did win Jin's heart so she definitely has game and she's his disciple so "shut up, jin")

Yuuji: So what dad's saying is that Kuna has the worst of both worlds because he's like uncle Ryo and mom, and that he's never gonna get Gumi.

Nobara: *shakes her head* Sukuna's genetically cursed with no bitches.

Yuuji: *sadly* No bitches...

Sukuna, Kaori and Ryomen: *offended* WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NO BITCHES?!?!

Jin: *too busy laughing*

I'm sorry, the dynamic. Also, it's funnier if Ryomen is the younger twin so technically the baby brother, the clingy baby brother at that.

Now, if Grandpa Itadori were alive this would be even more hilarious.

Omg the family dynamic has already been written and im all here for it. Now everytime i see ryomen sukuna i just think of them like 2 different people 😭😭

[vagabond-umlaut]

KIT 🤍🤍 I just caught up on your self-ship posts and all your answers are very cute!! I wanted to ask what was meeting each other’s family like for Kitoru and Kitkuna? (well for Sukuna you meeting Uraume perhaps hah)

AAAHHHH!! I'M SO SORRY FOR ANSWERING THIS ASK SO LATE, HAZEL MY LOVE 😭😭😭 I HAD TOTALLY FORGOTTEN THIS WAS THERE IN MY DRAFTS— I AM SO SO SO SORRY 😖😖 @cloudwisp

okay so---

kitoru

my parents hate him. no like fr, they HATE him. idk if it's their way-too-high hopes and expectations for their daughter, or if it's satoru's behaviour and guts, or wht– i seriously have no idea. but they DO NOT LIKE him---they do warm up to him with time, though... seeing how much in love we two are and how much SERIOUS he is about our relationship... satoru's sincere and devoted love towards me is wht wins them over eventually, convincing my mom and dad that yeah, okay, fine. they can trust this guy to keep their daughter happy and away from harm :)) satoru's parents, on the other hand... satoru doesn't really want me to meet them, but ultimately does take me to the gojo clan estate to meet his mom and dad--- it doesn't go as bad as i expected it to go. it goes well, in fact---his parents are quite decent folks. a little too formal, yes, but they're very courteous and once i become a little acquainted with them, they're surprisingly easy to chat with!! but yes, there exists a chasm between satoru and his parents and idk why but it feels as if they... are not my future in-laws but my significant other's distant relatives or smthng... i like them, tho. they're good-hearted people, i can tell you this fs :))

kitkuna

my family and sukuna never really meet each other, and i believe that's for the best of everyone involved. idk wht's gonna happen if they do ever meet... o_o [me taking aspirin tablets for headaches is what will happen, i am DAMN SURE of this *SIGH*] the first time i meet uraume is the day sukuna abducts me from my home [i was honestly willing to go with him so idk how much of an abduction it is], and i'm so so so much in awe of their beauty, elegance, sense of duty---they're actually the 1st and only well-meaning friend i make in sukuna's place [yeah, i do regard us to be friends despite uraume saying they can't disrespect me by calling themselves friends with their queen; pls don't listen to them!!!] [they are also the wingperson 'kuna and i DON'T DESERVE but DESPERATELY NEED---i'm very thankful that i have someone like uraume to guide and support me in my life ^_____^]

[sttoru]

NOOOO WHY ISNT DAD!TOJI WINNING🥲↔️

THE KUNA AND GOJO GIRLIES ARE TOO STRONG 😿😿

[hoshigray]

Omg I’m crying not eating kid’s lunch 😭😭😭😭 but that’s definitely what he gonna do!! 😭😭 but can you imagine him being girl dad 🥹🥹 ouuu I know that he will teach her to fight saying “if someone gonna try put their finger on you in school, just punch them in the face just how daddy taught you and then report to me, I’m gonna punch their parents too” anddd since our man has painted nails imagine his daughter wants to paint nails with him doing matching colors (pink 💀) 🥹🥹 he be so stubborn at first bcuz “what the hell, I am not one of your dolls”, but of course he will surrender and let her do it and after she’s done she asking “do you like it papa?” and even though he still feels stupid he will say “they look real pretty, princess” with soft smile 😭😭😭😭

Omg I’m gonna cry rn my baby fever is showing 😭😭 Dad Kuna is everything, I literally do not care how ooc that is, I love him 😞💔

GOODBYEEEE SUKUNA!?!? A GIRL DAD!!?!? ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE SAME PERSON??? 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Okay okay let's be fr, that man is gonna do EVERYTHING in his power to make sure that lil baby doesn't paint ALL of his damn fingers. He'll compromise on a SINGLE nail. A SINGULAR nail out of like 20 💀💀💀 he likes his black so imagine the pinkie being the pink color, and the babygirl being so happy that it's still on after a while. AWWWWWWW imagine he goes to his daughter to repaint the pink whenever it's about to chip 🤧🤧 And Kuna knows you're happy about it too, trying to use your daughter to convince him on TWO nails, and he's like "Do not overstep; it's not happening." (It will happen, SLOWLY, but it will lol) I'm sure as the girl gets older and starts winning over her dad, he'll learn to be a little lenient to appease her tiny heart 😔💘💘💘

No but like YES LMFAOOO he most definitely would teach that girl how to fight!! I can see her being into "girly" stuff but loves hand-to-hand sports because their father is so good at it!! (Stop I headcanon that he lets them watch MMA fighting with him 🤭🤭 baby is most def a tomboy in spirit) bullying will definitely not be a problem, bc if they're sent to the principals office for punching a kid back or defending someone from a bully, 9 times out of ten she'll just be sent back to the classroom. Bc the entire school knows if dad picks up the phone instead of you, someone's parent is going to end up in a coma 💀💀💀OMG PROM AND DATING!???! Dude, he's gonna LOATHE the day they start asking questions about boys/girls, bc he's all like "What's their name? Who are their parents? What grade are they in? Do they do sports? Are they in the Honor Roll? How do you know them? Why do you know them? Why do you wanna date them? What makes you think I would let you be near them and out of my sight–" LIKE OMG BRO 😭😭😭😭😭

[deprough]

Wood and Worry

12/9/2020 Dincember prompt: "Let It Snow”

SFW, however there are descriptions of murder and violence after the fact.

My Dincember prompts are part of a serial story I’m telling. This is the fifth part of the story. This post won’t make sense without reading the others.

Part 1: Snowballs and Saviors Part 2: Dreams and Dangers (nsfw) Part 3: Heat and Harassment Part 4:  Fire and Fatality (depictions of violence and death)

The snow started just after sunrise, fat, heavy flakes that would have doomed the search mission if it hadn’t been for Mando. The weird thing on his back that Corrie had wondered about from time to time was a jetpack that allowed him to get an aerial view and cover more ground. She was starting to understand why the Mandalorians had such a fierce reputation. 

“They’re in the cave nearby,” Mando said as soon as the roar of his jet pack faded. 

“Good, an ambush shouldn’t be too hard, then,” Corrie said grimly. “How many?”

“Eight.” Mando’s grim announcement caused the posse members to shift nervously. That was two more than the posse, but all Corrie could think was that if they got this group, that was over half of them dead or caught.

“Are we sure this is the group that torched the jail?” Kado asked. 

“I am,” Mando replied. “I’m not sure it was all of them, but the two that I followed from the town are here.”

“Unless they surrender, kill them all,” Corrie said, drawing her blaster.

“What happens if the two who torched the jail surrender?” Mando asked.

“Then they go back to town to stand trial,” Corrie said grimly. “I hope they do.” Mando tilted his helmet in a silent question. “It’d do the townsfolk good to see them dance on a rope.”

“Then give the word, Sheriff, and we’ll get ‘em,” Mando said.

“Word,” Corrie said, and the posse rolled out.

~  *  ~  * ~

The bodies were dragged off and left for the beasts, which was no better than those animals deserved anyway. They only had one injury, thanks to Mando’s willingness to test the integrity of his armor by being the heart of the battle. 

“You okay, Osker?” Corrie asked, kneeling down next to the kid. He was technically an adult, but didn’t look it, especially when his face was almost white with pain and he was biting back tears. 

“I’ll be fine, Sheriff.” He put on a brave face but everyone knew the knife wound in his shoulder hurt. Corrie patted his hand and started to get up, but he caught her hand. “Sheriff, if… if my arm’s gonna be okay, can I be a deputy?”

Corrie smiled, even as part of her hated the sudden reminder that she’d lost one last night. The mother in her objected to the idea of sending this baby into fights. Osker wasn’t a baby though; he was a grown man, even if he was barely so. Even if she could remember when he was born. “I’d be proud to have you, once you’re better. You take care.”

He swelled with pride. “Yes, Sheriff.” Then he let the other men get him up on his gurt for the long, painful ride back to town. 

Koda turned to her. “You sure you’ll be okay out here, Corrie?”

“I’ve got Mando,” she said, “I think we’ll be alright.” She hadn’t meant it quite the way it came out, and Koda raised an eyebrow. “Anyone who comes back to this camp tonight is in for a nasty surprise,” she quickly added, ignoring the blush trying to stain her cheeks. 

She stood in the snow, watching four of the six people she’d ridden out with go home. Glancing over at Mando with his floating kid, she said, “So, how about you get some wood and I’ll find some tinder?”

Literally eating her foot wasn’t an option so she met the black T of his visor and didn’t show her discomfort. It’s what Dad would have done, though she didn’t think her father was capable of unintentional sexual innuendos like she was managing. “Yeah,” he said after a moment. “I got it.”

The second he’d turned away, Corrie allowed herself a full-body cringe over the matter. When she was done, she went through the prisoner’s meager belongings. They’d clearly been stealing from the locals; Corrie recognized all the tools and clothing as being Zalzus-made. She identified one of the scarves; it had been Sunga’s favorite, and Corrie’s clenched her teeth as she carefully set it aside to take back with them.

She picked some yarn from frayed woolen gloves for tinder, and dug the wet pieces of wood out of the firepit. During the fight, someone had kicked snow onto the fire, and now it was up to her to salvage it. Getting out flint and tinder, she started the fight to get it lit again.

“Here, let me,” Mando offered as he dropped an armful of wood next to the pit. Corrie was more than happy to let someone else do this crappy job. She handed him the flint box, only to have him extend his arm and send a gout of flame that effortlessly lit the tinder.

She stared at him. He looked down at the flint box, then back at her. “Cheater,” she told him.

“It isn’t cheating if you win the fight,” he told her. 

“All’s fair in love and war?” she shot back, then wanted to swallow her foot again. 

“In war. Wouldn’t know much about in love,” he said levelly.

“So you don’t love your son?” she asked sharply.

His helmet pulled back in surprise. “That’s not what you were asking about.”

“That’s not what you thought I was asking about.” She shrugged. “Love’s love. There’s different kinds, and it comes out in different ways, but it’s rarely fair either way.”

“So kids aren’t fair in love?” he asked, his voice curious.

Corrie laughed. “Mando, kids are the worst about love. They’ll take it all, but they have to be almost adults before they truly understand how to give it.” He glanced at the child, and she said, “That’s a deep look.”

“You can’t see my face,” he protested.

“I don’t need to,” she said. “Something I said hit a nerve or provoked somethin’.”

He turned from her and she shrugged. They were silent as they got the gurts hidden in the back of the cave with water and food. Then he went and got them more water while she opened jarred stew and started heating it. 

“The kid’s fifty.” His remark, delivered as he casually sent down the water jug, made her take another look at the child. Mando added, “I just thought, if you’re right, then I’ll never know him when he’s capable of giving love.”

Behind him, snow started to fall in a white curtain that blocked the remaining light of the day. “That a problem?” Corrie asked, leaning forward to stir the stew.

“Does it matter if it is?” he asked.

“You don’t like to answer questions, do you?” she asked.

“Not invasive ones.” 

“Then tell me to shut up,” Corrie told him, peering up at him. “So have you figured out how you’re eating yet?”

His shoulders drooped a bit. “No.”

“Great. I’ll just wait outside for a bit.” Corrie half-expected a protest, something about how she shouldn’t get soaked just for him, and no, no, he’d go stand in the snow to eat. 

“Thank you, Sheriff.” His simple acceptance was a pleasant surprise, and Corrie found her opinion of his shifting yet again. He couldn’t seem to go a moment without changing her views on him. 

He took one of the seats left by the prisoners as the food finished warming. They sat in silence, then Corrie ate while Mando fed the baby. 

When she was done, she said, “Hollar when you’re done.” He nodded as he placed the child in the bassinet and reached for the closure. “Naw, give me the control and let him follow me. Get some fresh air.”

He hesitated. “We’re in an open cave. He’s got fresh air.

“We won’t be far away,” she said. “Literally just out of line of sight. It’s better than him being locked up in the bassinet, right?” 

Mando looked at the baby, who looked at him. Rising, he checked to make sure his hat and gloves were on correctly, then tucked the blanket around him more tightly and handed her the controls. Aware of the trust he was silently showing in her, she walked just out of sight of the entrance and no further, pulling the bassinet toward her so she could gently rock it. The kid looked alarmed for a moment, then smiled and settled back to watch the snow fall.

Her comm crackled and then Koda said, “Boss, you read me?”

“Yeah, Koda, I read ya,” she said, wondering what was happening now.

“Boss, some of the teens made their own posse and headed up into the eastern hills before the snow started,” Koda told her. “I followed as far as I could, but the snow’s gettin’ bad.”

“Dank ferrik,” she growled. “Who was it?”

“Scerr Hamne, Lindi Jissard, and Kuna Tane. They took Kern’s speederbikes.”

Corrie tucked her hair behind her ears, since she couldn’t rake her fingers through it like she normally did when agitated. Silently cursing idiot kids, she said, “Lemme guess, they took the high performance ones.”

“Got it in one. Kern says the bikes should have frozen up already.”

“Damn kids. Has Kern gone after them?”

“No, but Lindi’s not going to be able to sit for a month when we find her, and is probably grounded until she’s dead,” Kota answered. “Can’t say I blame her father. Kern loves his speederbikes.” 

“We have to find them before he can ruin her life,” Corrie replied. “I think Mando and I are stuck up here until morning, at minimum. We’ll join the hunt tomorrow.”

“That’s what I figured, boss. See ya tomorrow. Stay warm.”

But not too warm, Corrie thought with a flush. “See ya tomorrow. Have the search party ready.”

When Mando called her in, he took one look at her face and guessed, “Trouble?” 

“Been nothin’ but since that kriffin’ ship crashed,” she said wearily. “Libu used to be quiet and safe, and now…” She pulled off her hat and ran her fingers through her thick curls. Sometimes, she forgot she’d cut it back when she’d taken the job, and got a little surprise when she ran out of hair before she thought she would. Tonight was one of those nights when she came up short, and wondered if she really had the right to be out here, doing this job.

“Hutts happen.” 

Corrie looked at the bounty hunter. “Is that a joke?”

He paused and then said, “Was it funny?”

“I… I don’t know,” she said, reaching out to the bassinet and rocking the kid again. He cooed softly. “A little, I guess.”

“I’m not good at jokes.” He said it simply, and she wished she could see his face, to read what emotions were crossing it. 

“No,” Corrie said with faux shock, opting to try a little humor herself. “Really? It’s been a laugh a minute since I met you.” 

The second it was out of her mouth, she realized he might feel mocked, but before she could withdraw her statement, he said, “That’s me, Funny Man Mando.”

She chuckled. “Funny Man Mando, savior of Libu. I think that’s what we’ll put on the statue we erect to you.” 

He visibly winced. “You’re local law enforcement, you’re supposed to take all the credit after I leave town. Besides, you’d make a prettier statue than me.”

Which left her so flustered that she couldn’t come up with a retort, and it had distracted her from the problem with the teens. As a bonus, it meant they spent the rest of the night in near-blessed silence. Better than eating her foot every few minutes.

[saint-dominik-of-zadar]

This is the third time I start writing the post, so let’s keep it simple. Yes, I was in Split yesterday. Yes I’m shook. Yes, my biggest short-term dream came true.

hearing people singing outside the stadium while still being on the bus = goosebumps

people singing outside in general, even while stuck in a huge ass crowd waiting to enter

you can watch all the videos from world cup and later but it never hits you as hard as being literally squeezed inbetween thousands of people singing “moja domovina”. never.

We arrived 2 hours before the game and honestly, considering the size of the line and how slowly it moved, we should have been there an hour earlier. We missed the entire warmup and entered a minute before the anthems, I don’t know if everyone entered before the kick-off. I don’t wanna complain a lot bc I’m just a humble guest but honestly what the hell

Poljud was far better than I expected, I was afraid that you can’t see anything from top rows but it wasn’t that bad. I saw everything.

I saw our boys winning.

I saw Livi and Raketa play for the first time.

I SAW THE LOVE OF MY LIFE CAPTAIN LUKA MODRIĆ SCORING A GOAL WITH MY OWN. TWO. EYES. THAT’S IT, THAT’S ALL, MY LIFE IS COMPLETE

And I could finally openly cheer after goals, after last year’s undercover trip to London it was refreshing.

I don’t even know what to say about the fans. The support was outstanding and you could feel in the air how much all these people love their country, each other and this little team. I’ve heard that story about how at Croatia games at home there are actually 33000 people on the pitch and I can assure you, this is true.

Speaking of chants, thank you very much for going “LU-KA-LU-KA-LU-KA“ from time to time so I could understand and scream along. 

Even Hungarian sector didn’t have to go that extra mile with the raincoats, but their did anyway and it looked amazing.

About the country: it felt quite familiar, even too familiar. Once I arrived it irritated me a bit because I was mad hyped and I’m not travelling thousands of kilometers to feel the same, but later I had to admit that there’s something comforting in it. I was in completely new place but didn’t feel overwhelmed, there was no shock, no rush, I went in like I never left. To me Croatia was warm and welcoming and it got to me even more when I finally left - it felt exactly like leaving a warm, soft bed in the morning. And if it wasn’t enough, there were no clouds and I had perfect aerial view of Dalmatian coastline. I will definitely be back next summer.

oh and of course

Very good, 12/10, would eat while drunk on bus rooftop and at any other ocassion. My dad didn’t even ask why I’m smiling like an idiot in a cookie alley, he probably assumed I’m just this happy to be there. I bought second box as a gift for my family, then at the airport I had to dispose of last kunas so I bought another. I literally couldn’t pack my hoodie because I had too much Domaćica in my backpack. Zero regrets. I’m an adult and no one can stop me from doing it for the meme.

I also need to mention my dad, an absolute madman who suffers from permanent wanderlust and considers it a legit plan to fly to a completely unknown country (unlike 80% of Poland we haven’t been to Croatia before) in the middle of the week in October to see a football match. Even when we had serious trouble getting tickets he didn’t stop looking for solutions and help when I was already slowly preparing to abandon this plan. Standing ovation for my dad, please.

[tincangoat]

that guy on the left? that was me when my dad brought home skyfire (transformers) from sears layaway a month early. that was me watching the premiere of "jedi" at linden three theaters in caldwell. that was me discovering comic books on a spinner at waremart (winco). and that is me every wednesday since. that was me when i unexpectedly received the "star green hand" award as an ffa freshman, and later my high-school letter for x-country. that was me receiving prom prince as a junior and the next year, as a senior, king. that was me, eighteen and at work, hearing my mother describe the horrible accident that took her best friend and three other people. that was me, in the army, receiving orders for korea, months after returning from deployment to saudi. that was me after mailing a letter to a friend for which i still can't forgive myself. that was me getting married, and many days since. that was me at the birth of my oldest, and eighteen years later when he left without a word. that was me watching the saints win a super bowl, and that'll be me when it's detroit. that was me getting my dream job, then realizing dreams change. that was me getting my first "real" lens, and it's been me with each new photography experience since. but overall, there was that dusty summer afternoon i opened the chicken coop door and walked in on my mother fingering hens. with one tucked backwards under her arm and barely a pause, she pointed a sticky, feathered finger about the coop, and said, "don't look at me like that. it's how you tell if they're a good layer." that was me taking her word for it. kuna : idaho #people