#House of Sayuri

[spiraphobia]

House of Sayuri (2024)

Directed by: Koji Shiraishi

Genre: Horror, Supernatural

Synopsis:

The Kamiki family has moved into their dream single-family home. The happy time of the 7-member family was short-lived. A family where each member dies one by one, with strange laughter heard from somewhere. There is something in this house… ~ Adapted from the manga series "Sayuri" (サユリ) by Oshikiri Rensuke (押切蓮介).

An exciting horror manga adaptation!

I love Oshikiri Rensuke's works, especially Misu Misou, and I just finished reading Sayuri as well - which is another awesome recommendation. This manga has a ton of creepy and insane moments!

I couldn't find this movie streaming anywhere, but I hope it becomes available soon. Oh, and have I mentioned that it's directed by the same director who brought us Noroi: The Curse, Dark Tales of Japan, and Occult? I'm even more excited now! Here's the trailer:

[marcusrash2024]

เรื่องย่อ House of Sayuri บ้านผีอิหยังวะ

เรื่องราวของครอบครัวคามิกิที่ได้ตัดสินใจย้ายเข้ามาอยู่บ้านเดี่ยวในฝันของพวกเขา แต่ช่วงเวลาแห่งความสุขของพวกเขาช่างสั้นนัก เพราะเพียงไม่นานก็พบว่าสมาชิกครอบครัวเริ่มตายจากไปทีละคน ๆ พร้อมกับได้ยินเสียงหัวเราะประหลาด ๆ ดังออกมาจากที่ไหนสักแห่งภายในบ้านหลังนี้ และพวกเขาต้องเผชิญหน้ากับสิ่งที่น่ากลัวและต้องต่อกรกับมันที่นำไปสู่ความสยองสุดขีด

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[cinefilesreviews]

Review: House of Sayuri -- Fantasia Festival 2024

House of Sayuri is screening as part of the 2024 Fantasia International Film Festival, which runs from July 18 to August 4. Koji Shiraishi, known for the unsettling Noroi: The Curse, gives us in House of Sayuri an initially by-the-numbers haunted house film that pleasantly surprises with a second act rug pull. The film focuses on a family moving into a new home, where strange things immediately…

[usagimen]

             𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄: 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐎 𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

         From the broken fragments of a young maiden, the wretched ability was born, she would never be known in history but all would remember the seeds she planted. Miyako Odori reminiscent of a blossoming festival, shrouded those who inherited such a technique in a veil of secrecy. Manifestation begins at an early age, a Kobayashi girl might be able to manipulate the shape of her nose, lips, the hue of her hair or eye color && in that glorious moment of pure excitement, she will be granted a status that would carve her not as an dream men conjure but a blade to strike.        A fragment of visage, they would steal the faces of one’s closest ally, lover, consort, children - piercing through the darkness to end dispute amongst clans. The Kobayashi women who succeed in the art of deception are categorized as ‘no face’ women. Prestige, honor, though a great burden is placed upon them - they would know the wickedness of life. Horrendous monsters, unfathomably greedy women, cursed - the lot.          Words they are accustomed to hearing, none that they care for, in their hands is that of balance. When all subsides into chaos, they are the means to stop it && only they, who know && live amongst death can understand the weight of sacrifice. Miyako Odori is the succession of RCT, underneath a duration of 20 minutes, one single assassin can be rumored to perfect the face of her target for a lifetime in a singular moment of glory. In her early years, Sayuri carved the very stars in her eyes && brought forth an imagery of idealized beauty, as her heart began to decay, she revealed the horror of Miyako Odori’s perfection. In the height of her ascension, she would utilize it to take down Takako Uro, both women of distant tiers colliding in a battle against the heavens. Ironically, in the final blow of sheer cunning skill, Sayuri would embody the heart of a true no face woman - free of bindings, free of name, free of identity, grasping her own fate.   

[spydcddya]

↳ @kuroyrii !

❛ not to be a pest, but i'd like to move my table. some place a bit more reserved preferably. not all of us are HERE TO MINGLE. ❜

[100tripsaroundthesun]

Art reference for one of my ocs!

[literaila]

I was thinking, if reader and gojo decided to have a baby of their own, I'd wanna honor Haibara and name that baby after him but I have this gut feeling gojo would hate it. Also most ffs I read where they have a baby, the child inherits gojos limitless but I have a feeling that wouldn't be the case. Watchu think?

“kaoru?”

“boring.”

“izumi?”

“too common.”

“ami?”

“blech, no.”

you sigh, shaking your head at him. “ami literally means beautiful.”

“and boring.”

satoru is sitting at the end of the couch and rubbing your feet (because you threatened him) and you’ve been at this… well, technically six months. but currently? fifteen minutes.

it’s not like you agree on most things—but you didn’t expect satoru to really care all of that much about a name. he might care about the color of the nursery, but he’s not that sentimental. indifferent, if anything.

though, if satoru can defy your assumptions in any way, he’s sure to do it.

it would be kind of sweet… if it wasn’t completely annoying.

“you know you’re supposed to make your own suggestions?” you ask him, wearing his pout. “not just turn down all of mine.”

satoru grins and you groan on instinct. “i like megumi for a girl.”

there’s a cabinet closing from the other room and then a brief: “shut up,” like megumi can’t be bothered to care any further.

you refrain a smile and point a finger at your antagonistic husband. “don’t ridicule the blessing,” you tell him, and very sternly too.

“i heard that too,” megumi mumbles, setting down two mugs on the coffee table.

you grin at him in thanks. “i know.”

while satoru pours a gallon of sugar in his tea and megumi idles through the baby names book you’ve been hoarding, you close your eyes, thinking again.

“how about sayuri?”

“that’s too close to mine,” satoru resumes his methodical feet massage, much to your relief. “we’d get confused.”

“that’s not even remotely close to satoru.”

satoru make a face. “besides i don’t want any flower names. too girly.”

megumi frowns, snorting. “she’s a girl.”

“and you’re a boy but you still—“

“don’t even,” you interrupt satoru, kicking his leg. he sticks his tongue out at you because he is very mature. “you make a suggestion, gojo.”

“i already did,” he wags a finger at megumi tauntingly.

“so two megumi’s in the house is fine, but god forbid her name shares a syllable with yours?”

satoru pretends to consider it. “yup.”

“i’m moving out soon,” megumi tells you, rolling his eyes at his father—they have a very loving, respecting relationship (obviously).

you pout again and megumi nudges your mug—more of a mother hen then you’ll ever be. you grab it reluctantly, and he turns away.

“see!” satoru points at him, reaching over to ruffle the boys hair—and failing. “he’s okay with it.”

“i do not find you funny, satoru.”

“yeah, you do,” he grins at you, tickling your feet just enough to make you squirm. you would have a fond look on your face, of course, if you didn’t have a reputation to uphold.

no one can know that you actually like satoru and the stupid things that he says.

and you both glare at each other for a minute—or two—but then megumi murmurs, “i like akemi.”

you blink and look at him, but he’s staring down at the book in contemplation.

hes really been so helpful with everything. cooking dinner when you’re tired, dealing with satoru constantly, going with tsumiki to find baby clothes and useless (but adorable) baby shoes.

you can’t help the little twitch of your lips, or the admiration the pit of your stomach holds for him. “that’s pretty,” you whisper, sitting up again, “bright, right?”

megumi nods.

you turn to satoru, eyebrows raised.

he immediately rolls his eyes. “no.”

“what? come on, that’s nice.”

satoru crosses his arms, your feet aching with his absence. “i’m not taking suggestions from a fifteen-year-old.”

“are you kidding?”

he frowns at you, eyes shining much too bright for the middle of the day—or anytime, really.

you nudge him with your foot and lean back again, readjusting. “why are you better at this than your father, megumi?”

“hey!” satoru sits up, looking dejectedly at both of you. “he just has more room in his brain to think.”

megumi snorts and you laugh, sipping on your tea again.

“it’s true,” satoru insists, “it’s hard being gojo satoru.”

you roll your eyes and nod exaggeratedly. “oh, i’m sure. big decisions to make.”

satoru pouts.

megumi hums. “glasses or blindfold, today?”

“should i threaten this kid with execution, or save his life?”

at that, megumi actually laughs and satoru slides even further down on the couch, arms still crossed.

“that was once,” he says, glaring at the both of you.

you blink at him.

“twice.”

“and yet you still can’t decide on a name,” you tut, megumi is still flipping through the book, trying to hide his smile.

“where is tsumiki when you need her?” satoru whispers, looking back towards the hallway. then he scoffs. “and i would decide if your names weren’t bad.”

“your name is literally satoru—“

“kazue?” megumi interrupts, tapping on the table.

satoru rolls over, groaning. “ugh, no.”

you sigh again, looking down at your belly. the baby is lucky that she has three more months before she has to deal with any of this.

“we may need to replace your father,” you tell her.

at that, satoru basically squawks.

***

of course. they are having a girl because megumi needs another sister. so no haibara—but reader does suggest yu.

and besides i think she would want to save that name for nanami and refrain from crying every time she has to fill out a school form for her third child.

to answer your other question—it does seem unlikely for the baby to inherit satoru’s techniques (considering he’s the first in a century) but maybe the genetics are just that strong.

i wish i knew more about the actual statistics of cursed techniques and how often they’re passed down/how many people receive a technique from their parents. based on what megumi says (“how many people have you met that can actually see curses?”) it’s probably more likely that their baby has no cursed energy at all.

it would be fun to play around with their techniques though. and to imagine satoru teaching another poor child how to manage cursed energy.

[lemonlover1110]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤

Suguru Getou & Kento Nanami

[Chapter 4] Camping Trip Pt. 1

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Pairing: Suguru Getou x f!Reader x Kento Nanami

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“Sayuri, wake up.” Your voice is gentle first thing in the morning as you wake up your daughter. You know that if you don’t wake her up the right way, she’ll be cranky for the rest of the day, it doesn’t matter what you do to cheer her up. “C’mon, honey. We have a great day ahead.”

You don’t really trust your words though. Your beach trip changes to a camping one because something happened with getting the beach house for the weekend– You didn’t ask for the details. You have no idea if it’s true or if Kumi changed her mind and he lied about it. All that you know is that you absolutely do not want to go camping, and when you heard the change of plans you refused.

Suguru knew one thing: Sayuri would not go without you. Therefore, the man decided that he’d do the next best thing and invite Kento to come along with you. Kento was totally against the idea, until Suguru threw in a little white lie that you were dying to go. It sounded unlike you, but he agreed. Then Suguru told you that Kento was dying to go, and you doubted that Kento and Suguru would really talk about that sort of stuff when the men barely can look at each other in the same room. In the end, Kento told you he was joining you on your camping trip so you agreed.

Sayuri turns, her way telling you that you should stop annoying her and let her rest. But you have to start getting ready. Going camping with a child that’s barely potty trained is certainly an idea, but you’re letting Suguru deal with that. You kiss the top of her head before softly saying, “It’s time to wake up, princess.”

It takes a couple more attempts, but she finally wakes up. She’s not as energetic as she usually is, but you can’t blame her since it’s really early. You also don’t want to be up so early but you agreed to a certain time, and you can’t be late. You’ll be joining Suguru and Kumi on the trip there, and Suguru gets extremely impatient after waiting for just a minute.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun, honey.” You tell her as you help her get ready for the day. You’re only saying that to make yourself believe that the trip will be a fun one, you don’t have high hopes for it. You were excited about going to the beach, you were looking forward to it. Now there’s not much you can do about it. Maybe you can go in a month or so but just the two of you… Perhaps you can invite Kento. “Are you excited to go camping, princess?”

“No.” She truthfully answers, and you wonder if maybe she’s just saying that because she’s still half-asleep. That’s probably why, the last couple of days she seemed happy about the trip. In a few minutes she’ll be thrilled about the trip. 

You make a simple breakfast since she isn’t particularly hungry so early in the morning. You give her some milk in her cup, and give her some cut up fruit. As she eats, gaining her vast amount of energy for the day, you receive a message from Suguru. You sigh as you open it, he’s telling you he’s outside. You won’t rush Sayuri though.

You begin to gather your stuff for your trip as your daughter finishes eating her breakfast. You know Suguru is probably tapping the steering wheel, growing more and more impatient by the second, but you’re not rushing her. You don’t even want to go on the trip. 

After five minutes, there’s a knock on your door. You sigh before walking over and opening the door to Suguru. You almost roll your eyes as you say, “Good morning, Suguru.”

“Kumi’s waiting in the car, let’s go.” He steps inside, making himself welcome into the home. He grabs the stuff you have packed before his eyes land on his daughter, his voice softens as he says, “Good morning, princess. Are you excited for our trip?”

“Hi, daddy!” Is all she answers before putting more food in her mouth. Suguru guesses he can give her a couple of minutes so she can finish her breakfast. He doesn’t like to waste time but his princess’ health is the most important thing. 

“You look grumpy.” Suguru notices, and you brush it off. He knows well that you’re not too excited about this trip, but for him that’s no reason to look as if you were about to kill him. He invited your boy toy, that should be enough, right?

“I’m finished!” Sayuri announces when she eats everything that she wants to eat. Suguru smiles, before picking her up. He carries all of your stuff as well as your daughter, and you notice just how strong the man is. 

“Let’s go!” He exclaims and he begins to walk to the door, however, you stay behind. You have to clean up her plate, or does the man want you to leave the house filthy? Knowing Suguru, he probably does. “What are you doing?”

“Cleaning up.” You answer, and the man sighs. It’s too early to argue, he’ll bite his tongue. He guesses he can’t blame you. You take a minute to finish up, making sure to dry the plate and put it in its spot within the cabinets. 

You exit the apartment and follow him to his car. You begin to feel nervous as you get into the car, knowing that it’ll be an awkward long ride. You don’t want to get inside. You watch Suguru open up the trunk of the car, making your daughter ask, “Am I sitting here?”

“Yes, princess.” He jokes, but she doesn’t quite catch the joke. Suguru often forgets she’s only three. She looks at the trunk, watching how her dad puts the bags there. It isn’t all that spacious and it doesn’t have any windows so her bottom lip begins to quiver. You notice it immediately.

“Oh, he’s just joking, honey! He wouldn’t put you there.” You reassure her, but she begins to sniffle. Suguru absolutely hates it when she cries, and what he hates the most is that fact that she looks too damn cute while she does it. He’s wrapped around her little finger. He closes the trunk once everything is inside and he begins to comfort his baby girl.

“Go inside the car, go talk to Kumi or something.” Suguru tells you while he comforts Sayuri. You furrow your brows, and the man can’t help but roll his eyes. “Can’t you two just try to get along for once? Greet her then talk to your boy toy.”

“What’s a boy toy?” Sayuri stops her crying to ask. Suguru feels his cheeks turn pink, and you decide to follow his word and get into the car. You greet Kumi, and she greets you back, but it doesn’t go past that. 

“Well… A toy that’s for boys. Like cars and stuff.” Suguru says, and she tilts her head, confused. You don’t have boy toys then, she’s never seen you play with a car or anything. Before the conversation can progress, he decides that it’s best to put her in her carseat and begin the drive. The conversation will die down when she notices something else. Or perhaps you can answer the question.

Kumi looks back, extending her arm to reach Sayuri. Kumi gives her brightest smile to the little girl and says, “There’s my little princess. How are you, honey?”

“Hi, Kumi!” She greets her back. It’s something that you like to see. You and Kumi might have a rough relationship, but she and Sayuri are like best friends. 

They begin to talk as Suguru begins the long drive to your destination.

When you get to the park, the only thought in your mind is Kento. You keep dumbly texting him, asking if he’s almost there. The man wouldn’t even dare to check his phone while driving. 

“God, can you call him? He’s taking too long.” Suguru grows impatient. He thought you said Kento was always early, yet here he is, waiting for the man to finally show up. You ignore him though, you can wait a couple more minutes. There’s no difference between starting your walk now and a little later. Wilderness will still be the same. 

“That’s Nanamin!” Sayuri points out as she notices the all too familiar car. She begins to get excited as she looks out the window. Suguru finally turns off the car, and you all begin to get out. 

“There you are. Took you long enough.” Suguru can’t help but make the remark the moment Kento steps out of the car. You roll your eyes, but you’re not going to defend Kento, he can fight his own battles. 

“There was a lot of traffic.” Kento responds as he begins to get out the stuff he packed for the trip. Suguru follows his lead. “I don’t see the point in getting here so early anyway.”

You can’t help but agree as you get your daughter out of the car. The moment her tiny shoes touch the floor, she runs to Kento’s side to hug him. Kento stops what he’s doing to pick her up and give her a well deserved hug. 

“I missed you, Sayuri. How are you doing?” Kento asks, and she begins to tell him how great she’s doing. Unlike earlier, she’s much more excited about this. “Are you excited to camp?”

“I am!” She can’t hide the excitement, one that was nowhere to be seen earlier. You’re happy to see that at least she’s excited about it, after all, you’re doing this just for her. 

The men carry everything, and you pick up your daughter before you follow Suguru to your spot for the trip. He has it all on the map he got, somewhere close to the bathrooms. Now his issue is reading the map. 

He stops in his tracks, squinting his eyes as if that would help him read the map better. Kento notices and he can’t help but ask, “Do you need help?”

“I can read a map.” Suguru says. It’s not that difficult, it’s just a small– Well large map of the park. You’re all somewhere there. You almost chuckle as you watch him, he’s really jealous of Kento.

“Just take the help, Suguru.” Kumi snatches the map out of her fiancé’s hands and hands it to Kento since she’s already tired of just standing around. Within a minute, Kento begins to lead you to the spot Suguru marked. You’re truthfully not sure if you’re going in the right direction, but you’re not going to express your doubts because you want Suguru to keep the gloomy expression on his face. 

“This is it.” Kento stops when you’re supposedly at the spot that Suguru marked. Nobody can really say whether you’re right or wrong, but it looks like a good spot. Plus, you’ve been carrying Sayuri for too long and you need to put her down.

“I’ll go check if the bathrooms are nearby.” Suguru wants to check if Kento really is right. He’s probably wrong, he’s a dumbass, at least that’s what Suguru thinks. Either way, it looks like a good spot so you’ll settle down. At least that’s what Kumi thinks as she begins to unpack and build her tent. The woman has had experience camping so she certainly knows what she’s doing.

“Can we go swimming?” Sayuri points at the lake that’s in the far distance, but her little eyes still catch it. There’s no way that you’re letting her swim in the lake. You crouch down and you grab her little hands.

“Listen, Sayuri, and listen carefully.” You begin. “You’re not going to go anywhere near the water without an adult present, okay?”

“Okay, mommy.” She nods in response. You still feel the need to tell her a little white lie to make sure she doesn’t go anywhere near that place alone.

“There’s also sharks in there and they eat people, so you can’t swim in there.” You lie, and she grows scared. Instead of hugging you for safety and comfort, she runs to Kento.

“Nanamin!” She yells, hugging his leg. The man picks her up and comforts her as she tells him about the little white lie you told her. He assures her that her fears are right, there’s sharks in the lake. Although it’s impossible, she’s not going to know. 

“We’re in the right place.” Suguru sighs, disappointed that Kento ended up going the right way. He guesses he can’t do anything else but start setting up the tents. He looks at you and asks, “Do you need help?”

“Yeah–” You begin but Kento steps into the conversation.

“I can help.” Kento interrupts, and you’re surprised to hear his offer. Kento isn’t exactly one to love the wilderness so you doubt he’s gone camping before. He wouldn’t tell you that he spent the entire night watching tutorials online.

“I got it.” Suguru claims, getting more irritated with Kento. Is he trying to show off? But before you can decide who you want help from, Kumi decides for you.

“Babe! Come here!” She yells, and Suguru puffs out a breath before walking away.

“Alright, so what do I have to do?” You give your full attention to Kento and he gives you a small smile.

“Nothing. You can just sit around and look pretty.” He replies, and you feel your face get warm. You step closer to him and kiss his cheek, and he bites his bottom lip to suppress a foolish smile. 

“You’re too sweet. Thank you, Nanamin.” You tell him, and at that moment he realizes that staying up later than usual was a great idea. He needs to catch up on his sleep, but it was worth it.

“Ew! Mommy kissed Nanamin!” Sayuri yells at the same time, making Suguru freeze as his eyes widen. He’s about to yell something, but Kumi is shooting daggers his way. 

He pretends to not care in front of her, but he’s very much not happy with what Sayuri just yelled. 

[sunnytoonsproductions]

Class of 3000: back to the SING!

Merry 3000 Christmas!☃️❄️🎄

Since today is the official Christmas day and since I even promised to draw somethin' class of 3000 related for this Christmas, here's the Christmas drawing, featuring Mrs Claus =^_^=

So, in this picture, y'all can see Mrs Claus on top of the chimney of Sunny's house, and she's holding a present just for Sunny, and she's obviously lookin' a bit flirty =^.^= 💛❤️🎄

And this is even a treat for everyone in my big tumblr family such as: @kxllboii @cheezekennith @aquamarine-dream-queen @daydayc224 @oscarandgrinchfan @moshywoosh @ilovescaredysquirrel2 @nuggetaubrey @sharkyy599 @nightkit92 @familyoffood @animatronicdoozer @thelazzyblogzz @sugar-miss1 @shrimpathizer @shypeachrunaway @iggyguyy @sayuri-does-skits @peaceforpeople @ben5569 @oxxjustfrankieandmikuloverxxo @ducktopia90264 @artismeyou-12 @blackstar044 @dieguin-san-theartist2009 @nia1sworld @rumplestiltsbear @s4gefr0g @beeware-of-lulu @leafith @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing @blo0st4r @fancytigercupcake @classywinnerpeace @dackychansworldofhoshino @itzbluecl0udd @moonlightrosebud2000 @avaford2009 @ghostytoasty726 @devillemon085 @untitled14360 @dynastinoble @kornyart @elizachangreaves, and all my other loved ones and mutuals in my big tumblr family who always love me and support me and even my work and projects, and even bringing me lots of joy and happiness whenever ah'm feelin' down, and I'll always love them all and make sure to give them lots of joy and happiness =^//////^= ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Note: I'll draw some more characters that I haven't drawn from class of 3000 into the reboot, but even some more ideas that I was plannin' to make =^.^=

I hope y'all will like this, and!...

MERRY 3000 CHRISTMAS ONCE AGAIN, Y'ALL!!!!! >w< ❄️🎄☃️🌨️❤️

[phyx-m]

Beneath The Silk | True form Sukuna x Reader

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Chapter 14: All The Hands Past Midnight

Content warning: masturbation (brief), violence, dismemberment, blood, mention of child abuse, death of an animal.

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Over - Portishead Cult - Skinny Puppy In the House - In a Heartbeat - John Murphy

Chapter 13 | Chapter 15

By the time you return to your chambers, it’s late, nearing midnight. Upon entering, you find it dark, where a damp chill clings to everything. The outlines of furniture barely distinguish themselves in the gloom, so you carefully navigate the maze with outstretched hands. Though lighting a flame crosses your mind, all you want is sleep. And after this long, arduous night followed by the uncomfortable encounter with Sayuri, you're too exhausted and on edge.  

Still dressed in thick layers from the ride to the forest, you quickly strip them off, tossing the garments and gloves into a heap on the floor—something to deal with in the morning. As your eyes adjust to the dim, you spot your white yukata, its pale cloth shining faintly in the dark. You slip it over your shoulders, letting it fall over your bare skin.  

With two brisk steps to the futon, you tug back the bedding and slide under. Settling is difficult as the persistent chill clambers over you, icy fingers latching onto any exposed skin. Folding your arms across your chest in search of heat, you try to get comfortable.  

Though the deer broth from earlier soothed your aching body, a heaviness remains. Your limbs are still weak, energy drained. It will take much more than one bowl to restore your strength. With that in mind, you close your eyes on an exhale.  

The quiet begins to lull you into rest, but a sudden shiver creeps in, and your teeth start to chatter.  

“F-fuck,” you curse softly.

Perhaps it’s time to ask Uraume for something to keep your chambers warmer.

You turn onto your side, squeezing your eyes shut as you burrow into the sheets, but the chill offers no relief.

Teeth knocking together, you shift—from your side to your stomach, shoving your arms beneath you in search of warmth—still, nothing. Frustration grows as you roll to your back a heartbeat later—yet the cold remains.

A trembling exhale has you sitting up.

Your gaze drops to the pile of rumpled fabric on the floor, where Sukuna’s black haori muddles with your garments. You stare at it for far too long before finally reaching for it.

Running a thumb along the fabric, you gently slip your arms into the sleeves, letting it fall over you—consume you. It’s so large that it catches at the knees.

You huff as a sense of begrudging relief seeps in. The added layer calms your shaking body and stills the stutters in your jaw.

You crawl back onto the futon, pulling the sheets to your chin while tugging the haori closer. The faint scent of Sukuna lifts off the fabric, and a thread of treacherous longing moves through you.

Your thoughts start to empty, mind drifting to the King of Curses—his eyes, fingertips, mouth, and touch.

God, his touch.

Even after he said it didn’t matter if you rotted, you still think of it as your hand starts to wander down your stomach and further to your center.

Something had to be wrong with you.

You’ve touched yourself before while thinking of him, but now, it feels like the consequences are beginning to catch up. Consequences that are clouding your judgment, making you blind. Besides, he doesn’t deserve a place in your head—least of all in your thoughts like this.

But, despite all these conflicting desires, your hand reaches your clit, and it’s aching.

As soon as you press down, your hips rise to meet your touch, and a moan tumbles out. You begin to grind against your fingers through the thin fabric of your yukata, while the haori, with its extra material, moves lazily around you.

Mind turning hazy, you convince yourself that it's just for release, only to banish this perverse attraction that’s tormenting you.

But images start to fill your vision. Images of being filled by Sukuna. Not by his thick fingers and not by his stomach maw, but by him, his cocks.

It’s a dangerous curiosity, but hell, if you can stop fantasizing about it now.

Panting and moaning, you keep going and going, desperate to cum, while your other hand slides up your body to knead and tease your breast.

Chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp.

Outside your grilled window, a solitary cricket begins to sing, searching for company. Its constant clicking an intrusion into your heated daze.

You listen as the sound of the insect gradually merges with the sudden rumbling of hooves.

Breathing heavily, you pull your hand away and sit up.

Someone is riding out this late?

You strain your ears and realize it must be Sukuna. He’s the only other rider here besides you, and those monstrous creatures he uses as mounts would be too difficult for anyone else to handle.

But then that just means he’s leaving. Again.

“Damnit." You glare at the window. “How long is this going to take?”

From your chambers, you listen as the hoofbeats slowly dissolve, and Sukuna slips away, leaving only the cricket to trill mournfully.

Desire gone, you lie back down, curling inward for comfort. You give his haori one last tug and tuck your chin to your chest.

“Come back soon, my Lord,” you whisper into the darkness. “So I can kill you.”

Eyes shutting, you finally let sleep find you as the sounds of the night fade into nothingness.

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You’re nine years old, and the cat’s fur beneath your hand is soft. It purrs affectionately as your tiny fingers trail its velvety coat in careful, uneven strokes.

The animal weaves playfully around your feet, diving in and out, its tail curling and swishing back and forth.

You laugh softly, smiling, as it comes to a stop in front of you.

Curious, you bend down to observe the narrow slits of its eyes. But you wince as the angry knot growing on the side of your head swells.

Your fingers find the abnormality, feeling it protrude from the otherwise smooth contours of your skull. The discomfort and pain from the knot mirror the ache growing inside your chest.

At nine years old, you know when to run—when your father’s eyes narrow, his mouth twists into something cold, hard. Unfeeling. Usually, you can escape in time, find your mother, hide, do anything before he gets his hands on you.

But today, you weren’t so lucky.

You’re not sure what you did to deserve the strike. All you know is that one moment, you were standing, and the next, you were toppling to the ground, head cracking against the floor, your father looming over you.

“You stupid, useless girl! I should have had sons to carry this clan’s weight. Instead, I’m cursed with two fucking daughters!”

His mocking words only seem to grow crueller with every passing year. Maybe he loved you once, but you can’t remember ever feeling it.

Tears stinging down your face, you stare at the cat. One hand gently strokes it. While the other rests on your welt. Both begin to tremble.

Stupid, useless girl.

You squint your eyes.

Something painful blooms in your stomach, like acid, and your fingertips burn.

Stupid, useless girl.

A subtle vibration—barely noticeable—but the cat's body swells once.

Stupid, useless girl.

A terrible heat engulfs you. Your brow furrows, teeth clenching.

Stupid, useless girl.

Another swell, and then another.

Stupid, useless—

Like a stone dropped into water, a ripple spreads unnaturally across the cat’s skin. It heaves, and its body begins to fold, fold, fold in on itself with a wet crunch. Blood bursts from its stomach. Bones jut out, desperate to escape the confines of its skin. The rib cage tears through its own flesh, pulling away before collapsing into a mess of innards.

You yank your hand away, exhaling sharply, staring down at the warm carcass.

Vomit churns in your stomach and licks up your throat.

You stand, legs shaking, in shock. 

You glance down at your hands and the pads of your fingers, then start running, knowing exactly where to go.

“Yuna!” you wail, throwing open the door to your sister’s chambers and barreling inside.

She’s tucked into her futon, unwell, but the moment she sees your distress, she's on her feet.

"I didn’t mean to—I didn’t mean to hurt it." Tears dive down your cheeks as the weight, the consequences of your touch, settle in, twisting and reshaping you.

“What’s wrong?” She breathes the words softly, rushing toward you. “You’re scaring me.”

Yuna searches your face, your watery gaze, the emotions mapping your features, desperate to understand.

As if wanting to shield you, she reaches out.

"No!” You jerk back, terrified of your own touch. “Don’t.” She steps forward, and you retreat. “Don’t come near me.”

"It’s okay," she whispers, soothing, treading closer as if you’re a frightened animal—and you feel like one.

You wonder if the cat, under your hands just moments ago, had felt the same fear before you turned it into nothing but pulp and mass.

"It’s not," you sob, vision blurring, shoulders shaking. “It’s not okay. I’m a monster—I don’t know what’s happening—I didn’t mean to...”

Before you can move again, she pulls you into her arms, holding you tight. You flinch, try to wriggle free, to fight her embrace.

"Stop," she murmurs, hugging you tighter. The solace in her arms stills your body, softening your struggle. "Shh. It’s okay... you’re okay."

You cry into her shoulder until there’s nothing left, and she holds you, rubbing gentle circles on your back.

Soothing touches, with her fingertips, over and over and over and over—

A caress glides along your cheek—a touch so brief, it’s barely there, like an insect crawling over skin, the fraying ends of loose fabric, or a wisp of hair. In sleep, amidst dreams and memories of your sister and the discovery of your cursed gift, you brush it away gently.

But another touch follows, drifting across your skin. This time, you’re aware enough that your nose twitches and your face scrunches.

You brush it away.

Another one, feather-light, on the left side of your face, down along cheekbone to chin.

You brush it away.

Again.

You brush it—

Weight presses down on your hips, straddling you. Something is keeping you held down.

All at once, you’re awake.

Your eyes snap open and adjust to the room bathed in hues of inky black and shades of blue.

It’s past midnight.

A glance upward reveals a sight that makes you wonder if you’re still dreaming. You had to be. A figure hovers above you, their face obscured by a veil of long black hair.

But it’s not a dream. And you don’t need to see more to know who it is.

The cream-coloured robe, the lithe frame, and the delicate fingers clenched into tight fists, holding something in the left hand—these details, however small, tell you who it is.

“Sayuri…?” Your voice is so quiet you’re not sure a sound came out.

But it did.

She lifts her chin, parting her hair to reveal her face. Her dark brown eyes, almost black, hold no warmth.

A slow horror falls over you.

You were told she was unwell, but that was a lie, considering the strength she exerts on your body. And now, trapped beneath her, you feel every bit of your vulnerability, worsened by the fact that you were bedridden for a week.

Your heart starts to rattle against your chest, urging you to run, to flee, to go now.

But you can’t.

Soft pants escape your lips.

You pull your hands away from Sukuna’s haori, which you had been clutching subconsciously, and place them on the bed.

“Sayuri,” you exhale raggedly as her grip tightens on whatever she’s holding, “What’re—why are you—”

Her arm flies up, and without a sound, she brings it—down.

“Sayuri!” A wet scream erupts from your throat.

The sound can only be described as a noise a wounded animal would make. It’s the sound of realization, knowing now that she’s holding a knife and driving the blade right into the center of your palm.

Pure, white-hot pain splits your vision. The feeling is unlike anything you’ve felt before, as if a heated metal rod is jamming through your skin.

Tears pool in your eyes, while tendons and muscles part. The force with which she drives the blade punctures through your hand and embeds into the futon and the floor.

Laughing viciously, her right hand covers your mouth, smothering any of your cries.

“Shut up, you stupid bitch,” she hisses, leaning close, strands of hair brushing against your face, taunting you. Lazily, she lets go of the knife and brings her hand to splay across your throat before gripping it.

Looking up at her, you realize you don’t recognize this woman. You don’t know her anymore. Perhaps you never did.

“Please.” A choked sob against her palm.

The pressure around your neck increases. A warning.

Still, you try to pry her grip away with your uninjured hand, but before you can, the one covering your mouth shifts, pinning it back down.

Your brow pinches in distress.

“Why are you doing this?” you croak.

Her eyes narrow as she tilts her head back, laughter spidering up from somewhere deep inside. The sound is both a melodious and malicious mix—a playful yet mocking tone that shatters like delicate glass.

The timbre raises the hair on your body, causing you to shift, and you groan in agony. Any movement aggravates the steel lodged in your palm, digging deeper into reddening flesh. Salt and iron hit your nose as warm blood begins to pool and trickle onto the bedding.

Her gaze, the colour of blackened mud, returns to you.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. You’ve always been so good at pretending, haven’t you?” she croons, fingernails digging into your neck and wrist. “It should be obvious. Or are you blind? Perhaps naive?”

Your mouth trembles.

“I-if this is about Sukuna… I don’t want him.” Anger flares across her features, turning her lovely face unkind. “I never wanted this! Please, you don’t need to—”

“You don’t understand!” she spits, “It’s not about what you want. It’s about what I’ve lost. You’ve taken everything from me! But I’ll make sure you’re gone. Then he can be mine again.”

Suddenly, the hand at your throat pushes down until it constricts.

“There—has to be—another way—”

“There is no other way. I should have done this myself!” she shouts, “thinking someone else could handle it. That was a fucking mistake.”

Someone else?

You try to take in her words, but she falls forward. Leaning on all her weight, she presses her hand down on your windpipe.

No!

Your legs flail in desperation.

Her brows twitch with intense anger, colourless lips curling in a snarl of all-consuming hate.

“Just—go to sleep,” she taunts in your ear, pushing down.

You buck your hips, trying to throw her off. But Sayuri only pushes harder, her thumb finding your trachea.

A push. Harder, harder, harder.

The delicate rings in your neck begin to shift and crunch.

Air. You need—

Crunch!

The passage of your throat ruptures, and a long, garbled wheeze punches from your lungs.

Adrenaline screams into your veins.

Desperate, you lift your right hand, sliding your palm along the knife. Sayuri’s hand flies to the hilt, wrenching it free, and a cry lodges in your throat, gurgles, and dies.

Fueled by panic and free from the blade, you lurch forward, driving your left elbow into her chest, shoving her back until she collapses onto the futon.

You scramble up and dash across the room toward the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?!” she snarls.

From behind, she lunges.

The blade sinks into your back.

You scream, the sound a mere crackle from your damaged throat.

Sayuri tugs at the blade, making sure to twist it, push it down, and pull away a path of skin with it.

Teetering on your feet, you reach back, trying to dislodge the intrusion. But she yanks it free and follows up with a kick to your legs, sending you crashing to the ground.

Your stomach lurches.

The hard surface of the floor steals your breath. And for a heartbeat, you can’t move, but you fight to drag yourself forward. The wound on your palm aches, the one on your back even more.

Over your shoulder, you hear Sayuri take two steps toward you.

“If only Master Sukuna could see you now,” she chuckles bitterly, “he would probably regret taking such a pitiful woman as a—”

Bang!

The door crashes open.

You blink up, eyes adjusting to the darkness at the threshold. Ren stands there, breathless.

“Ren,” you garble, voice like crushed stones as you crawl painfully across the floor.

Your second attendant’s gaze darts from Sayuri to you. She doesn’t react; she just stares, an expression so severe that her brow wrinkles.

You freeze.

It’s one thing to face Sayuri’s betrayal, but Ren’s as well. Trapped between two of them, you won’t survive this. You will not survive this.

I’m going to die here.

They both move.

Sayuri is quick, but Ren moves faster.

“Sayuri, don’t!” Ren collides with the other attendant and positions herself between you and her. She’s shielding you, putting herself in harm's way, protecting you.

Your heart clenches.

Despite this, Sayuri’s blade frantically rises up and—down, plunging far too easily into Ren’s throat.

A cry cracks the air, from you or Ren, you’re unsure.

Thick globs of blood gush out.

Ren makes no noise as she collapses to her knees. Just a damp choke, a twitch of her fingers, that’s it.

Your mind empties.

Sayuri slides the blade free and raises it, aiming for her temple next.

Certainty falls over you.

You’re about to watch her die.

“No!”

Ren reaches out, shaky hands knocking Sayuri’s legs from under her. She falls back.

One of them yelps.

Ren turns, eyes finding yours. They soften for the first time. Her lips form a single word: Run.

You shake your head, unwilling to leave her.

She gives a faint nod.

"Yes, my Lady," she whispers, pressing a hand to the wound at her neck. Blood gathers at the hollow of her throat. “Go.”

Trembling, you dip your chin.

“I’ll find help.” You try to reassure her, but the look on her paling face says otherwise as she pushes a tight smile onto her lips.

Reluctantly, you pull yourself to your feet, forcing your body to move to the door.

Bursting into the corridor, you glance left, then right.

A decision must be made. Now.

Left or right.

Left leads to other arteries of the shrine. Right to Sukuna's chambers—but there’s no light, no presence. He left on horseback hours ago, and besides, you've never been inside. It could be a dead end. And even if he were there, he wouldn’t help you. He hates you as much as you hate him.

"It doesn’t matter to me if you fucking rot."

Sukuna's earlier words have you turning left.

The corridor is dark as you stumble forward. The only sounds are your ragged breathing and the drip, drip of crimson hitting the floor.

Every movement hurts—every heartbeat throbs through every gaping wound.

Still, you press on, step by agonizing step, Sukuna's haori clinging to you while your yukata grows heavy with blood.

Tap, tap, tap.

Delicate footsteps echo behind you.

“Oooh, my Laaady,” Sayuri drawls in a sweetly mocking voice.

She’s coming.

Glancing back, you catch a glimpse of her emerging from your chambers, black hair spilling around her like a shadow.

Keep going.

You run faster.

The sounds of her feet grow closer.

Reaching the turn in the corridor, you round it and make it in front of the doors to the central hall. It's deserted, but the passage ahead—that’s your chance. Find Uraume, then—

You’re tackled from behind.

Hitting the ground, your skin scrapes painfully against the polished wood as you roll twice.

Sayuri lunges to pin you down, but you shove her off and scramble away. With some distance between you, you try to stand. But the next blow drives you into the floor. Your head cracks against the wood, vision wavering.

Stupid, useless girl.

You're nine years old again, your father looming over you.

The blade slices into your shoulder, and you scream as Sayuri yanks your head back, tearing chunks of hair from the roots.

Stupid, useless girl.

You shake away the memory and turn.

Shrieking, you strike—your uninjured hand slashes across Sayuri's face. Nails dig into her cheek, peeling away strips of skin, throwing her off balance. You follow up with a sharp kick to her shoulder, dislodging it.

“Bitch!” she seethes, tracks of red falling down her cheek to chin.

She crawls toward you, and you scramble back, frantic to keep her away. But she keeps coming, knife in hand, teeth bared like a wild animal, hellbent on tearing you apart.

You have to do something—the one thing you don’t want to do.

In the few seconds you have, as Sayuri gets close, you raise your left hand and reach for your gift. Power thrums through your fingertips as you thrust your arm forward, fingers splayed.

Then you freeze.

The face staring back is Yuna's. You’d always thought they looked alike—from the softness of her mouth to the effortless way she moved through life. Adored. Both of them were adored.

Your hand hovers. You hesitate.

Sayuri doesn’t.

The blade arcs cleanly through the air, slicing a deep gash along a heart line of your palm.

You wince, your power fading, slipping from your grasp. Your hand falls limp. Blood drips from the angry wound, dark red against the wooden floor, barely visible in the murky light.

Sayuri chuckles softly as she gets to her feet.

"That's it, just give up," she coos, savouring the sight of you breaking.

But you think you've been broken for a long time—since seven years ago, but maybe even longer than that.

Tears climb down your face and fall to the ground.

Fuck.

Your only regret is failing to protect your sister. Nothing else. You were never meant for more than that.

Something pulls at you. A faint tendril of energy, curling to soothe the back of your neck, gentle, almost curious.

You lift your gaze to Sayuri.

Her hollow eyes meet yours through bits of tangled hair. Her arm pulls back, ready to slit your throat, the blade shining in the dark, a thin sliver of silver.

Badum, badum, badum.

Your heartbeat pounds, then another pulse—one that’s not your own.

Snap!

Her hand gripping the knife, once there, disappears. It severs flawlessly, cut at the wrist. Blood sprays across your face, forcing you to shut your eyes and turn away as the mist clings to your skin.

An elongated shriek cuts through the corridor.

Something moves past you.

You crack open your eyes.

Sayuri flails on the ground, as she’s dragged away by the roots of her hair. She lifts her arm, seemingly unaware her hand is gone, pressing the oozing stump against the massive hand gripping her.

His hand.

“Sukuna…” His name barely makes it past your raw, burning throat.

Even with his back to you, beneath his kosode, every muscle bunches, his whole body on the verge of snapping.

He is furious.

The woman in his grip screams, lashing violently, her legs and feet pounding against the floor. Blood spurts from her severed limb, painting her in vivid blooms of red.

The King of Curses doesn’t stop. His steps are like an undercurrent, drawing everything toward him.

He’s going to kill her.

“W-wait!” Sayuri cries as Sukuna drags her further down the corridor. “Don’t do this! Master, please! I love you!”

Unmoved by her declaration, he scoffs, the noise rolling into a peal of loud, cruel laughter.

“That word means nothing to me,” he says, continuing his relentless pull.

Realization dawns on Sayuri as her frantic eyes meet yours.

“Please!” Another shrill appeal from her. “My Lady, help me.” She struggles harder, flopping around like a fish. “Please! He’ll listen to you!”

At her words, Sukuna stops. He turns his head toward you, broken on the floor.

A challenge flickers in his eyes, daring you to act, as if you had any control over him. But that’s impossible. No one tames this man. No one.

He shifts, gaze returning to Sayuri, expression darkening. For a moment, you almost feel sympathy, but then you remember Ren, bleeding out in your chambers, and it’s gone.

Sayuri looks up at the man she claims to love, her voice breaking as she pleads.

“Please… Ryomen—”

At the sound of his epithet, Sukuna aggressively swipes the air in front of her.

A shallow slit drags the length of her throat. Her mouth gapes open, confusion painting her face. She starts to sputter and gag while thin red lines stream from the wound. The trenches of the cut is not deep—just enough to silence her.

“I should have done that long ago,” Sukuna sneers, pulling her struggling form down the corridor. Only the soles of her pale feet are seen as they slowly disappear around a darkened corner.

Alone, a feverish sweat washes over you. Another laboured breath pinches out of your throat, blending with Sayuri’s distant, gurgling cries.

You hear her choke, hear her thrash.

Sukuna chuckles gleefully once more.

There’s a pulse, a slash, a heavy thud as something collapses, and finally, silence.

Your body folds to the ground, cheek pressing against the cool floor, and your eyes close.

Beneath you, footsteps tremble. Four strong arms envelop you, and you whimper as the hold sends a wave of hurt through your body. You’re lifted up, held against something warm and solid. Fingertips gently trail from your temple down to trace the bruising on your neck. You lean into the touch, head lolling into fabric that smells of steel and fire. After that, you remember nothing more.

🔗 Chapter 15

[cheezekennith]

So uh hi

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[stealingpotatoes]

Invitation to talk about Sayuri and Nymie?

:D CAN OF WORMS: OPENED!! i'll tell u abt how they got found as Jedi

ok so Sayuri is one of the students that doesn't rlly go home bc there isn't much to go back to. Basically her parents were Rebellion pilots (or one was a pilot the other a mechanic. kinda unsure) but were both killed in action against the Empire abt 3-4ABY ish. obvs the Rebellion couldn't look after a 7-8yo while fighting the Empire

so the remainder of the squad manage to get her back to her parents' home village/ where she was born. so having like Everything change all at once leaves her pretty ?? and gives her some serious trusting-her-environment issues. her coolgirl "i dont care" persona is very much a result of this bc she's worried abt getting too comfy in smthn. (which is at odds w the OTHER issue she got from this event which is "deathly afraid of flying" an issue not helped if Master "traffic laws are just guidelines" Skywalker is piloting. but she tries 2 act like shes fine)

this is gonna get kinda long so im gonna smack some unposted art here and then go into a readmore

anyway fast forwarding to when Sayuri's abt 13 (roughly 9aby) she's visiting her parent's old squadron on a New Republic bc they'd all come visit whenever she could and after the Empire's fall they did a lot more pick her up and fly her to a base to ALL see her. and they're like omg Sayuri you came at the PERFECT time bc this rlly amazing pilot war hero who's also some like. mystical whatever is here!! he's on his way to some magic place we heard. maybe u can meet him!! which sayuri meets w her usual whatever bc she's not that gassed abt war heroes.

very worth noting that the squad's probably all seen her move shit with her mind, but theyre like oh you know how it is with teenage girls. the "nobody knows what a jedi is" + "the empire existed for a decent bit of her childhood" thing has kept anyone from being like yeahh sayuri should like. talk to someone abt this.

anyway she goes along when the squad are like c'mon let's see if we can see him. ok the only way i can describe this is you know the spiderverse like... spidey-sense recognition thing? that's basically what happens LOL Luke and Sayuri both have a FORCE USER RECOGNISED?? moment and Luke then makes a beeline for her then realises oh shit tiny teenager not jedi. would you LIKE to be a jedi?? and sayuri who hates her village and is feeling the strongest emotional connection she's felt in forever w this stranger she met 2 seconds ago is like okay fuckin sure yeah. and woo jedi!!

i posted my unposted nymie art yesterday but likkeeee pretend theres some here <3

So Sayuri falls into the "one of the Jedi found them thru the force or by chance" category of students who get found. However Nymie very much falls into the second category, which is "CAN SOMEONE DEAL WITH THIS WEIRD SUPERPOWERED CHILD FOR US????"

So 2 things about Nymie: 1. like i've said before, she's from a very rich high class pantoran family. super stuck up, mostly raised by nannies & tutors, but somehow Nymie just didn't get the stuck-up genes like all her (4!!) siblings who are just obsessed w their social standing etc and is instead just :D all the time. 2. her proficiency ig is the living force esp in the 'good at connecting to animals' way (which I think means I legally need to draw her w Ezra).

so the former often led her to escaping her family's stuffy parties and galas or whatever (usually to whoever's house it is' garden or somewhere she wasnt meant to be) to find something interesting. usually a pet <3 one particular time when she was 9 she was following her Pet Sense but couldnt find anything in the house. so she kinda just reached out more and long story short thats how Nymie managed to call this hugemassive beast (i'd tell u what it was if i knew pantoran animals LOL) out of the nearby countryside to her. massively distressing for everyone, all these rich ppl were like "OH MY GOD I NEARLY DIED" (it didnt attack anyone). very funny exciting time for Nymie who was enjoying this new beastie friend til animal control showed up. saddening. everyone is confused bc HOW did that happen

a dude old (and cool) enough to have seen more than one jedi in their heyday (+ idk uni researcher knows his shit) noticed what happened w it going straight to Nymie and overheard her account and realised what happened and was like hi nymie's parents. i think u need to get into contact w the new republic bc thats a jedi right there (which they take and go oo social climbing. we have a jedi child people will think we're cooler. bc theyre assholes)

and yeah im losing steam now but luke shows up and she joins the academyyay!

[yukasyukasyukasyukas]

Drew Tanaka headcanons bc I'm going insane over them

She's from Hokkaido in Japan

Her full name is Sayuri Tanaka, Drew is merely the name she chose when moving from Japan to the US bc the Americans couldn't pronounce Sayuri right and it got on her nerves, later it irritated her that she couldn't get her chosen name pronunciation right

She's ainu and bc of it she'd get bullied in school in Japan

Her dad (like Piper's) moved from the more indigenous area to a more urban but still made sure Drew knew and appreciated her heritage

He made knives and blades in general, once he made a katana and she was so obsessed with it

Moved to the US for financial reasons rather than demigod reasons

She got on a fancy private school with athlete scholarship for having two gold medals in kendo

Spoke a very poor English and that made it hard for her to make friends besides one boy in her class who God knows why spoke japanese: Connor Stoll, and consequentially his brother, Travis

Aroace spectrum, probably a lesboromantic

Her satyr took her and the siblings Stoll to the camp when she was 11

When she arrived the camp she was reluctant to befriend anyone, specially because, since she had just immigrated, she was afraid people would find her weird

She was the kind of child of Aphrodite who might look like a kid of a god of beauty but has the personality of a child of a god of war: Aphrodite Areia. She'd come after anyone who messed with her and has a really bad temper, sometimes even compared to Clarisse

After Silena's betrayed she was deeply hurt since she admired Silena so much, that's why she was so bitter to everyone after the war

Despite being hurt from her sister's betrayal she still tried to be a good conselour and sister, making sure the younger campers, specially Lacy, were okay and trying to lighten the grief

Drew was never on a good financial position, mainly because her father's job didn't have much clientele, so she started working at fast food restaurants when she was a teenager

Despite being poor, she always tried to look good, it was her way of coping from all the bad stuff she went through. Because of it she learned how to sew.

She disliked Piper not because she reminded her of Silena but because, at first sight, Piper reminded her of herself, but without most shit she had to go through. Piper was also indigenous, at a fist look she seemed poor, she was a demigodess etc. But she didn't go to the war, she hadn't had her friends die all at once, she didn't meet Silena.

After Drew found out who was Piper's father she only got more pissed; that girl, who had everything she always wanted, who never had to sleep wondering if on the next day she would still have a house to live in, who never had to worry how her father would be without her on his side to SPEAK for him because he didn't know English. Yet she romanticized all that Drew hated in her own life.

After Mitchell cleared up what was going on between the two to the other, Piper and Drew started getting along, but Drew never really got over Piper's style choice, not because it wasn't pretty but because that looked close to what she wore when she was on her worst financially when Piper could afford any kind of luxury brand

Idk I just really love the idea of her being ainu

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2024 Fantasia Film Festival Program Preview

It’s time again for the Fantasia International Film Festival. I really enjoy writing about the Montreal-based festival, whose films span multiple genres and celebrate the diversity that the term “genre film” has to offer. As per usual, I want to outline a few titles of interest being featured at this year’s festival. Fantasia will hold its 28th edition from July 18 to August 4. Frankie Freako…

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       I think a lot about the fact Sayuri is referred to as a nothing child due to her late blossoming. She was encouraged to give up on the notion of having cursed energy && focus on her studies as a shikomi. She was essentially the underling to her aunt who is notoriously known in Gion for her beauty && talent, though also revered as nothing more than a treacherous woman who will turn in an instant. Hatsuko could not stand her only apprentice being deemed ‘nothing’ thus, giving Sayuri her envious skill of dancing was to provide her some semblance of respect. Without making this too long, Sayuri carving her body into a living weapon && thus, becoming that of the newborn sun during Shibuya showed her determination. Her willingness to grab Godhood && bend it to her will.

        Though, it’s depressing to think her origins were that of a shy, delicate, scared child who wanted to bring great pride to her aunt who she idolized deeply. She was not a nothing child but only eight years old, thrust into a society that is slowly dwindling && forced to uphold a name that is revered && yet loathed. The secrecy she held during the Past Arc made her feel distant from her classmates as she wore a false mask to appear somewhat normal despite the heavy rumors that circulated around her. She was always meant to represent freedom, autonomy over herself, despite the despair she faced as a child && endured only to stubbornly survive. 

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Why is Souichi Tsujii considered Scary?

No, I mean, I'm actually asking.

He's not scary. He's just mentally ill. And he's not being treated for his illness. Like, seriously.

All that needs to be done for him is to drag his ass in to see a doctor, get him on meds, get him a therapist, and if he rebels send him to an in-patient program. (That actually might be a better pace to start him).

Granted, I've only seen what's on Netflix. But from those two episodes, his parents are basically just enabling his behavior and not doing anything about it. Annoying Koichi while he's studying? Why aren't his parents doing more to enforce boundaries between Souichi and the other members of the family? Why are they just sitting back while Souichi is clearly misbehaving? He's 11-years-old, why aren't his parents sitting on his ass about studying like how they are with Koichi? And why isn't Koichi studying at the library if he knows this is a problem that his parents won't confront? Why do his parents jump to hiring a carpenter to completely rebuild a room of the house when it'd be so much less expensive to just discipline their child?

And don't even get me started when it comes to Coron, the cat/kitten. If you know your son/brother has a tendency to hurt animals, why the fuck are you letting him anywhere near the cat? If you're aware that he's manipulative, why aren't you keeping the cat somewhere he can't get to it? Don't let him near the cat until he goes to therapy consistently!

Like, the wiki describes him as an "eccentric oddball", but that's not accurate. I get he's anemic, but don't let an 11-year-old run around with nails in his mouth. Give the kid a steak and some spinach, hell throw in some iron supplements if that's what it takes, and call that shit a day. There is absolutely no reason for him to behave the way he is and get away with it. His parents need to ride his ass about his behavior and get him to see a doctor, both for his physical and mental health. He's not about to be a functioning member of society with how he's acting.

. . .

As someone who has been battling my mental illness for the majority of my life, I'm really tired of people using mentally ill people as a horror trope. The book he first appeared in was published in 2006. I understand using this trope as a cautionary tale for why you need to be treated for mental illness, but it's not. It's just using the bias we have against mental health as a means of scaring people. Are people with untreated mental illness scary to experience? Yeah, they are. And honestly, I do think you're crazy if you know you're mentally ill and refuse treatment. I think you're crazy if you think you can pray it away. I think being willfully ignorant is being crazy.

This would be totally different if Souichi was a full-ass-grown adult or even just living by himself. The problem I have is that he is in a household with people who are allowing him to behave this way and are doing nothing about it. No one is holding him accountable, everyone is just letting him do whatever because they "can't stop him". But I don't actually see any of them making an effort. Koichi and Sayuri ask their parents to do something, anything, to make their brother stop. But their parents throw up their hands and say "he doesn't listen to us". He's mentally ill, you can't treat him how you treated his siblings. He takes extra work.

I guess the real reason I'm writing this is because, as someone with mental illness, I look at a character like him and I feel angry about what everyone else is doing. At 11-years-old, there isn't a lot he can do to get himself treated. In fact, I seriously doubt he even wants to think about being treated. To him, there's nothing wrong with his actions or what he's doing. But the people who know better, the ones who recognize that his behavior is inappropriate, they aren't doing anything to help him. They aren't trying to find a solution to help him. They're being willfully ignorant to their child's behavior; only complaining when he's being disruptive. They're literally ignoring him and hoping his behavior goes away.

But then he goes to the attic and stomps around over his brother's room, or hammers nails into the wall in a way that it could catch and hurt someone, or manipulates the cat to be aggressive to everyone but him. He wants attention. He wants affection. But he's being ignored. So he acts out more.

I know he's just a fictional character, and I know that his surroundings are set up so that way he can be as "scary" as he needs to be for the story. But for me, at the very least, it feels like a slap in the face. It feels like people who enjoy this see me the same way they see Souichi. And it makes me angry, because all the work I put into my health is being disregarded. That all the work everyone put into fighting their mental illness is being disregarded. And it hurts.