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[kenjakusbraincum]

Walls

Sukuna x Reader

A small addition to Vows

Synopsis: Two scenes exploring the first times reader and Sukuna respectively break down in the face of reader's terminal illness. Tags/Warnings: sick!gn!reader, master/pet dynamics, angst, hurt/comfort. (Chronologically takes place after reader and Sukuna talk about him taking new pets in the original fic!) Word count: 1.2k Author's note: This is probably as vulnerable as I'll ever write Sukuna :3

You tried to be strong. So long, so hard you tried to be untouchable. You knew sukuna hates weaklings. But you're in so much pain. You can barely swallow anything properly with how sore your throat is from the coughing. It takes so much out of you, physically and mentally, to pretend that this harrowing illness is nothing, and that you're somehow okay with it and ready to die. You're not. You don't want to die. You don't want this life that you've built with Sukuna to end. At least not as abruptly as it seems it will happen. One day you just can't pretend anymore.

Sukuna always asks if you're doing okay. He hopes that one day he'll hear you say yes. But you don't. You mutter a quiet no, and hope the topic would quickly. Not quickly enough. Because you break down crying. It starts small, your usual, timid little crying, but as you talk through it, the weight of your illness presses down on you like a rock - and you break. Loud, helpless. Hysterical bawling, the crying that leaves you breathless, the crying that drains you of everything you have and more.

And Sukuna doesn't know what to do - usually telling you to stop would work, because you would obey his every word, no questions asked. But this is different, this isn't your usual crying about something small, something you aren't allowed to do or something mean Sukuna said. This is a honest, heart wrenching breakdown that has been impending for a while. And he can't tell you to stop - because you can't stop. All he can do is hold you tight, and remind you to breathe.

There's nothing he can do. Healing you is a double edged sword, that provides relief, but at the cost of crashing hopes when the symptoms return. They always return. How useless of him. He can't properly comfort you because he's so detached from human emotions and interactions, he can't save you from this hardship... And he can hardly make it any easier. All he can do is sit with his guilt, little weeping you curled up in his arms, and... that salty drop of liquid that just escaped from his eye to his lip. What was that? Is he?... No, it's impossible.

Of course, reader falls asleep quickly after this. Sukuna stands up to leave, but he finds himself unable to part his stare from the bloody napkins and abandoned crochet projects by your bed. Tea gone cold and plates still full of food and sweets that you didn't have the strength to consume. Clothes untouched, folded neatly in your closet - you don't change out of your sleepwear anymore. The doorknob to the terrace, the one that leads to the garden you love so much, gathering dust after days, weeks of being unopened. You used to go into the garden every day. Your descent is slow, like that of a flower, whose petals slowly dry and detach, until none are left. His favorite flower, the one he loved to admire every day, at every opportunity. The type of flower that grows, blooms once in a hundred years and more.

And Sukuna is a stone, was a stone, stoic and unshaken for the longest time. But he is not as he was before. Love spares no one. Love leaves no one unchanged. He breaks.

You're in his lap in the garden, during one of the last sunny days of autumn. He stares into the distance, lost in thought as he often is, but... his face looks different. Tense, with his brows furrowed and his lips tight. He looks worried, almost sad. You ask him what he's thinking about, and he hesitates. There's a lump in his throat, and you hear it in his voice when he finally speaks. Nothing. He should've said nothing. What a fool.

He tells you he struggles to imagine life without you. And then he looks at you, and you feel it so vividly. A punch to your gut, a knife to your heart. Oh. You know you're dying, but if you had even the slightest of doubts, it's gone now that Sukuna is opening up to you. Sukuna and vulnerability don't exactly go hand in hand.

You sit up and plant a kiss to his shoulder. You tell him what you believe to be true - that the pain is fleeting, and that one day he will be complete again, alone or with someone else in your place. He frowns at you, once more unwilling to accept that scenario. But you want that for him. You truly, wholy believe that he is worth your - and anyone else's love. That he's beautiful, he keeps you safe, provides for you, pleasures you, listens to you - what more can anyone ask for? There's a thousand humans who would die for a chance to be loved like that, who would be just as genuine and grateful as you - and he crumbles, telling you to just shut up! He turns his head in another direction, facing you with the veins popping in his neck. He should've known you would try to make it better. He should've known you wouldn't let him wallow in his misery.

You crawl closer, reaching your hand for his face and trying to pull it towards you, but he doesn't budge. He holds his breath. He really doesn't want you to see him like this. Weak, pathetic.

Sukuna. You call him by his name. So intimate, forbidden. So personal you don't think you've ever called him that outside his bed, and even then it was pried off your lips, pulled from the depths of your conscience, out of your control. Anyone else would've paid for the mistake of uttering his name with their lives. But it's nothing new that you have privileges others don't.

Sukuna. You wrap your arms around him and lean into a hug, and he accepts it, squeezing you so tight he almost leaves breathless. You kiss up his neck, his cheek - wet, and his lips, almost trembling as they touch yours. There's so much more you want to tell him - but he shushes you. Kisses you again, tells you to forget it, it will be fine. You're not sure if he's saying it to you or to himself.

You tell him you know, that's what you've been trying to say the whole time. Then you smile at him, that angelic smile of yours, and smooth your hands over his face, wiping the frown off of his face. What a magical little being you are, he thinks to himself as he savors your beauty. You always had the power to take his anger and turn it into love.

No, Sukuna doesn't think that he could ever scoop up another little human like you out of the crowd. For a moment he thinks maybe it's better that you die, simply because he fears how far he would keep falling for you if nothing stopped him. He thinks maybe he would've become a different man. A better man. But your fate is sealed, and with it, any and all hopes for a changed Sukuna. Soon you will breathe your last breath, and Sukuna will once again be a monster, unbound by anyone or anything. Free of the confines that you've passed upon him - the heaviness of a human conscience. Closer to the man he was before he met you. But never, ever the same again.

[digitally-absent]

NO CAUSE I JUST SAW A GOD DAMN POLY!DAMN CREW WITH XAVIER HEAD CANNONS

AND MY PAGE REFRESHED

IM SO UPSET OMG.

SOMEONE FIND IT FOR ME HELP..

[czekoja14]

posting glorbos to revive my twitter (and tumblr apparently!) day 8: mika

[mothric]

pierced by many arrows (my love for reigen) (my love for serizawa) (my love for mob) (lactose intolerance)

[cult-of-a-buttercup]

CAN SOMEONE TELL ME HOW THOSE FUCKING LORE TABLET THINGS WORK I HSVENT SEEN A SINGLE ONE IN MY SAVE 😖

[dreamingdeadly]

universal homestuck experience

[luvismenu]

ty cutie 🤍

nuh uh ,, thank YOU 🩷

[jellyjamheadobb]

I. I think. I think the directed ads are becoming too smart

[fandomfreakstudios]

heyoooo what do you think about bojack's love interests (pc, wanda, (((ana))), gina) who appeared throughout the show?

Ooh fun fun ask!

Princess Carolyn:

Obviously I love PC, you can’t not. I think Bojack’s treatment of her at the very beginning was a massive product of early s1 being written in a certain way, and the show needing to commit to that introduction. The way he treats her, with that level of casual cruelty in the beginning (cheating on her and not caring, being so inconsistent and holding her at arms reach) just doesn’t… match the way he treats his other long term relationships. He’s never shown cheating on any of the other three mentioned, or insulting them, or otherwise acting overly cruel. But he is shown being more like that towards hookups especially in any sort of aftermath. So yeah, feels like a product of early s1 but the show ended up making something impactful out of it.

Of course this was the jumping point for one of my favourite relationships to explore in the show so I can hardly complain. I think in-universe the explanation would just be that Bojack had completely given up with her. She’s seen too much of him, she’s too close to him, so there’s no way she could truly love him (and he ignores any and all signs that point to otherwise). He’s used to the relationship though, she’s nice to have around, she does make him at least a bit happy, so he keeps her around.

I think eventually he realizes he’s holding her back, and he realizes he’s dragging her down and a waste of her time. And I think part of him already knew. He ends up firing her, and he claims she thinks he wasted her 30s. She doesn’t think he wasted her 30s, but Bojack claiming she thinks that is his ass backwards way of claiming HE thinks that.

Anyways! the whole character arc of PC learning to let go is some of the most amazing character development the show has to offer, fully deserving of its own post. I couldn’t do it justice here when it’s sharing the floor with other characters in this post, but I love it so much nonetheless.

Wanda Pierce

Ough! I love her, she deserves more love. I think Wanda was rather emotionally screwed over. She was essentially being used as a tool by Bojack to act as his fresh start. She wasn’t given the relationship she deserved or thought she would be getting.

It never would have worked, because bojack’s choice of her as a partner is an attempt to escape his past and his responsibility.

It’s a massive theme in season 2, and I think Wanda is an amazing culmination of the idea that you can’t escape who you are. Bojack can pretend to be this person, but Wanda gets close to him and gets to know him through his actions and not through this charismatic projected persona, and thus the real Bojack catches up to him. This is, of course, repeated with Charlotte at the end of the season.

Ana Spanakopita [sigh]

As much as we hate it, this was still a very central relationship in Bojack’s life.

Ana was very… representative of a lot of Bojack’s issues with authority and mentally unsafe dominance. She’s his mother, that’s all there is to it. She’s Beatrice if it was possible to impress Beatrice through his acting skills.

It shows how Bojack tends to drift towards a familiar pain and discomfort, simply due to the fact that it’s familiar. He’s used to having someone in his life who’s mean, and dominant, and hard to impress, because of his mother. He sees his mom in ana, but a version of his mom that he has a chance of getting some amount of appreciation from

Gina Cazador

I know I talked big game with PC about how much I love her….. But Gina’s my favourite. What can I say, I like the Philbert season.

Anyways! Gina’s interesting, because Bojack, in his relationship with her is somehow simultaneously the most and least self aware he’s ever been in a romantic relationship. Fully aware he has massive capacity to damage her both physically and emotionally, while simultaneously being practically asleep at the wheel due to his addiction. I love Gina as a character, a tragic and stark picture of Hollywood abuse, especially in her plea to Bojack to keep the choking incident secret so it doesn't define her career.

So yeah, two months later here's my answer. Hopefully it was at least a bit worth the wait. I have no excuse, I'm very distractible. I still stand by everything old I wrote, and I love any opportunity to talk about these tragically underrated characters

[reyukey]

Chat I have art block. Help. Gib suggestions of what to draw. I art block but wanna draw. Gimme smth to draw. My art has gone backwards help. I can’t draw sans aus like I could before. Help. Gimme smth to draw. Like sans aus. I gotta practice. Quick before art block gets a hold of me harder. Chat helpppp…..a ywgavakuhqwvzhjqgwvzjygqwvzjhqgwvzyjqfwvsjgqwfhgqqhyws

[daistea]

I'd lick Mithrun without being a beastman too. Without a second thought. As it is one of my irl ways to show my love.

Tbh... I'd just make it a round and lick the whole Canary team. (In that case form platonic affection.)

Guys. GUYS!!! LICKING IS SO GROOOSSSS !!!! THAT SHIT AINT IN THE BIBLE!!!

[junglejim4322]

I always feel gay men don’t have as juicy drama as lesbians and then I remember instances like as a teenager my friends sister started dating some guy who seemed super nice and great and my friend absolutely hated him for no reason and nobody could figure out why until it came out that they had fucked in the past and the guy was dating his sister to bother him but knew he couldn’t mention it because when they got together he was cheating on his boyfriend LMFAOOOO

[futturmangamez]

[lunarbun-ships]

I HAVE MADE ANOTHER DISCOVERY...

[tinyperson00]

help… this is why I don’t do more than 2 characters per drawing usually lol

I finish 2 out of the 3 characters in this drawing I’m doing,… I go to draw the third one.. and bam

I am brain dead and don’t know how tf to do the pose I wanna do even tho I very much was able to do the other 2 🥲👍

I am now forced to go find a ton of Pinterest references since brain is failing with just having a couple references.. so time to go to the Pinterest and inevitable get trapped in a loop or something cause I find something and just get looped into that stuff.. BUT ANYWAY

Wish me luck 🫡

I’m off to the Pinterest In hopes of finishing my drawing lol