#Is it normal I find cannibalism a form of love

[just-some-user-hunny]

The Cannibal dragon headcanons ...

(art credit for middle image, ig: dracalyss)

. Cannibal is a huge dragon, the largest of all wild-dragons, but I can't see him being any larger than Vhagar- let alone Balerian the black dread. I imagine he'd be a tad bit smaller than Vhagar- just about. His build is bulky and scarred, a thick neck of scarred obsidian scales, a set of jagged jet-black spikes that run along his spine, and covered in thick taut muscle and hardened flesh. His eyes are a blazing emerald green, teeth sharp and jagged like a shark.

. I also love the idea of him having this 'grinning' look on his face, like a crocodile or the indoraptor from Jurassic world. (His personality screams indoraptor to me, just a mean guy with a nasty lil goblin grin). And with his torn jaw and exposed teeth, it makes him look even creepier and menacing. There's something way too...human about it. Expressive in both his grin and mannerisms.

He's definitely a stare-er too. Something about a monstrously big dragon being unnervingly quiet and observing is uncomfortable, which is exactly the vibes he gives off.

. I like to visualize him as a very 'wild' looking dragon, like how'd you imagine a stray feral cat. His scales are rough and weather-worn, covered in large claw-like scars from fighting and hunting other dragons throughout his life. There's also fanart of him missing a huge chunk of flesh around his jaw and mouth, baring his teeth, which I think looks really cool :) as a young dragon he probably picked off the small and easy dragons, ones that wouldn't put up much of a fight. But as he grew in age and size, he would probably grow cocky and try his luck with larger prey. Due to him being an absolute monster, I'd imagine he'd often come up on top- but not without earning a few disfiguring scars in return.

. Despite never being bonded to a rider before, nor being ridden before in his life (he'd scoff at the mere thought of some little measly human thinking that they could climb upon his back and treat him like a pony), once he bonded with you it was like an instant connection. He is still a little edgy and unpredictable, but there is one thing for certain and that is he is always as gentle as possible with you. He'll press his body into the dirt if it allows you to climb on and off safely, craning his claws and jaw for you to step upon.

. He wouldn't wear a saddle, so you'd have to learn to ride him bareback. Thankfully he has many jagged scales and spikes to cling onto, but to be on the safe side, you'd have special riding gear to wear to help cling on. Rougher gloves and boots and trousers, it certainly helps, even if it's just a little. If anything the fact you ride bareback is a testament of your bond, showing how close and in sync you both are.

. The biggest issue with him would be his... diet, and how he'd have to adapt once he begins to hang around dragonstone more often. I'd imagine he wouldn't eat much, adding to the unpredictability of him and when he would hunt, but as his rider you'd have to supply him at least livestock every week to keep him happy and saturated. Cows, horses, large livestock due to his sheer size.

. He flies quite similar to Vhagar. His form is heavy, and although strong, he is lumbering.

Although at his age now he'd be a rather ancient dragon, he wouldn't really show his age besides a few moments where he just wants to curl up in his little cave upon his ✨private island ✨ to take a nap. In his youth he was most likely a very quick dragon, like a stalking panther striking upon his food. (Being younger dragons and hatchlings). I've seen someone write about him being a silent hunter (I'll reblog and credit once I find them), but that's such a neat idea for his character! He's survived from hunting his own kind, so he's going to hunt differently. Smarter.

. His fire in the books is described as green, and that's just too cool to swap it out with normal fire. Blazing emerald flames that engulf earth and prey, unnatural and mystical. It'd be very distinctive as well, whoever finds their fields or flocks of trees burning and crackling in a blaze of green fire, they'd know that the cannibal had just been there.

. Personality wise, I feel like he'd be cruel and sadistic, but wise and grumpy. Probably cocky as well, for having survived on his for so long and through unconventional means.

He's not a hardheaded bully, he's very tactical when it comes to facing challenges, but at this point he's such a huge threat he may be blinded by his own ego and emotions. If something were to happen to his rider, he'd make sure you'd get avenged. He's ride or die, quite literally. He'll burn everything down for you, because he feels strongly for the one human he feels he can trust. His grief is not silent or tearful, it's angry.

[tojisbestslut]

YANDERE Ambessa [cw: imprison, faking death, dark content]

Here we go again, we're sick like animals, we play pretend

You're just a cannibal, and I'm afraid I won't get out alive. masterlist

Yandere ambessa who is irritated by the thought of you, her perfect little loyal soldier falling in love. You'd go to her chamber through midnight, feeling excited and happy to tell the older woman about your lover, only to be met with her slightly scrunched face, eyes narrowing and gaze darkening as words kept leaving your mouth, the excitement in your tone slightly fading under her lips twitching in disgust.

Yandere ambessa who'd scoff at you afterwards, not believing one of her soldiers had turned so pathetic to actually fall in love. She'd roll her eyes and shake her head in disbelief, a lump forming in your throat as you realized that you had actually disappointed your general. Standing up from her desk, she'd dismiss you with a sway of her hand, making you cry silently through the hallways to your room feeling humiliated.

Yandere ambessa who felt like she was slapped in the face after seeing you in a solitude area of the Medarda mansion, violently kissing your lover. She'd stand there for a good minute in the distance, fingers twitching and body heating up with rage, lower jaw shaking from anger. The sight felt filthy to her, making her want to throw up.

Yandere ambessa who clears her throat to catch your attention, enjoying the sight of your frightened eyes as you quickly push your lover away, standing awkwardly trying not to faint. She eyed your shaky fingers as you gulped nervously, not knowing how to explain yourself, or even where to start.

Yandere ambessa who'd dismiss you from the army afterwards, stripping you of your ranks and weapons, making you a normal citizen. Then she'd lock you in a secret room built beneath her own, feeling relieved that she had you where she wanted. At nights she'd listen to you screaming for help and close her eyes as she zoned out, pleadings dancing through her ears like a lullaby.

Yandere ambessa who'd fake your death as your peers started wondering what suddenly happened to you, questioning their general. At first she'd push them away with random answers, saying you simply left Noxus. But as time went by, she got tired of people trying to find you. So she announced your death, your body supposedly being found in a random forest as you were on your way to another city. Yet you were sitting in a room, scratching the door trying to open it, living off by your instincts to escape at any cost.

Yandere ambessa who wouldn't feel guilty at all, hell, she was mad at you for what you did. She had planned to take things slowly with you, giving you the luxury of being hers. But hey, you were too much of a spoiled brat to deserve it. She'd be pleased with herself as you slowly faded away from reality, like you had never fought a war, never won a battle, never trained with other soldiers, never slaughtered others in the battlefield, never existed. Your remains would be you, breathing underneath her, your whole world becoming whatever she was willing to oh so generously grant you.

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[yanderes-galore]

Would you do a yandere Sanji (One Piece) concept?

YES! He's single handedly one of my favorite characters so I hope I get things right!

❗️Some spoilers for Sanji's backstory in Whole Cake Island Arc❗️

Yandere! Sanji Vinsmoke Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Clingy behavior, Submissive yandere, Jealousy, Violence, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Attachment issues/Fear of abandonment, Stalking, Isolation, Delusional behavior, Blood, Implied murder, Brief mentions of marking, Tampered food, Possible cannibalism implied, Possible drugging implied, Forced relationship implied.

Sanji himself can be an intense and clingy yandere due to his past.

He's someone who wants to please, always has been since he was young.

He's had a rough time growing up which affects how he acts with his obsession.

For example, Sanji might be against trapping his obsession in a cell as he knows how it feels.

He's loyal and caring towards you, even self sacrificing like he is with most of the crew.

Sanji would take anything you gave him with a smile.

Which isn't healthy but he doesn't care as long as you pay attention to him.

Sanji works as a romantic yandere most of the time, which is what this concept focuses on.

When he finds someone he loves... He no doubt will do anything to pursue them.

Sanji is probably one of the most affectionate yanderes on the Straw Hat crew.

He's flirtatious, sticking around you while planning ways to earn your attention

Out of all the Straw Hats, Sanji would probably be the most submissive with his obsession.

Don't get me wrong, Sanji isn't always like that.

I'm just saying if his obsession asked him to, the man is on his knees with hearts in his eyes.

Honestly to him, your word is law at times, but he's no pushover.

Sanji will definitely swap his demeanors if you asked him too.

Yet if anyone is around you, he's quick to be an intimidating presence.

Sanji can be a rather controlled yandere despite being intense.

He's possessive and easily jealous though....

Sanji wants to protect and impress his obsession, completely unwilling to watch you throw yourself into danger.

He treats you with manners, like a gentleman despite his pirate origins.

Although, considering his biological family, it makes sense.

Man... He'd do downright anything for your love.

He'll wait for you, defend you, cook for you, anything.

As long as he has your attention, he's a happy man.

Even if you just choose to smile at him or thank him for something, he's swooning.

Sanji might also fall into the pathetic yandere category around you.

However, as I said before, he isn't always like that.

There's times when Sanji will be aggressive, jealous, or overall possessive.

He'd most likely form rivalries with others, especially Zoro.

He loathes the idea of Zoro winning your heart over him.

He's not even a gentleman who's willing to observe and tend to you!

Sanji, while acting like a gentleman, can sometimes be a creep.

He stalks you, yet never likes to admit that's what he's doing.

He's a bit delusional, telling you he just... want to attend to you?

He's your bodyguard now, like it or not.

At first you don't mind because, well, the crew has a tendency to be targeted by others.

Yet you can't excuse the rumors you hear of Sanji rummaging through your clothes or belongings in general.

You just seem to know it's him when things go missing.

He probably won't really want to admit to it when you confront him either.

He might stop when you tell him to... but no promises.

If Sanji was obsessed with something, he'd probably practice being dedicated to you.

He hasn't loved someone as intense as he does with you.

It's strange for the crew to see Sanji indifferent to a pretty lady, instead focusing on you.

Normally he's a big flirt... yet it looks like you've charmed him.

It's interesting how fast Sanji can swap his behavior around you.

Sanji could be over protective or worked up over you.

Maybe he's having an argument or overall just fighting with someone else about you.

But once everything is taken care of, he's practically on his knees in front of you like he's yours to command.

Sanji could go from kicking someone half to death... to kissing you senseless.

Everything he does is for you when he's obsessed.

Even if you turned him down, even if you said you weren't ready to date...

He'll patiently wait for you, all while being incredibly clingy like usual.

Now, would Sanji kill over you?

Usually Sanji knows when to stop.

He'd probably get into fights or hurt someone bad... but usually they can recover.

However... If Sanji snapped, probably due to seeing you hurt or taken from him...

He'd snap, see red, and by the end of it is probably covered in blood.

Sanji sees no issue with this if it's for you.

It's ironic considering his father deemed him a failure for not being an emotionless assassin.

Sanji is far from emotionless, in fact he has no shame in expressing himself around his crew.

Yet the man sometimes acts like an assassin if it means he's protecting who he loves.

He hates scaring you though, often coming up to you to check if you're alright.

Even if his suit is wet with blood.

Towards most, his jealousy starts small.

He grumbles a bit or gets moody.

Although, if he feels you're getting too close to someone else, he steps in.

Even if you aren't dating, he acts like you are.

Could be his delusions, could be him just trying to scare others off...

It's unclear, really.

He'd never harm his own crew too badly but he may get in fights with those not a part of the Straw Hats.

Like someone flirting with you on the street or something? That would be enough to set Sanji off.

But murder... well... that's reserved for if he thinks he'll lose you.

Something he doesn't think he could ever accept.

Sanji has different ways of displaying affection.

It always seems to be intimate in a way, but the intensity depends on his mood.

Most of the time his affection is soft, gentle, and loving...

He likes to pull you aside in private to pepper you in kisses.

He wants to cuddle you, to show you he can be the perfect man for you.

He'll hold you close in a hammock, tell you that you're the only one for him.

He's gentle when he kisses your lips, like you're porcelain.

He'd let you take the lead if you wanted just to see you happy.

He wants you to want him too.

If he's jealous, his affection is rougher.

He nips your skin a bit and often takes the lead.

He tries not to harm you, yet at the same time he wants to show everyone you're his.

He desperately wants someone to love him back for who he is.

In fact, while Sanji would probably attempt to change himself to have you love him... if you accepted him for who he is?

He's surprised... yet is completely enamored.

All Sanji wants is for you to accept him, to be your lover.

He yearns for love as he was rather isolated when younger.

Now he's scared once he has you he can lose you.

He'd never lock you away... but he'd never leave you alone either.

He doesn't want you to leave him which is why he's so submissive towards you.

Just tell him what you want... He'll do it.

If you want me to drop some more twisted things, Sanji insists on being the one to cook your food.

Which would, y'know, allow him to slip things in?

This is rare, but if Sanji is delusional enough, I can see him putting a drug in your food...

Or even a part of him if you want to go down that route.

That seems a bit too OOC... yet it's possible, depending on how dark you want to make him.

He doesn't want to breach your trust... yet curiosity may get the better of him.

Point is, yandere Sanji can either be sweet, submissive, and insecure who wants to protect you and jealous... or a total creep if you want to go down that route.

Regardless, in his own delusional little way, Sanji adores you.

He'd spoil you with affection and gifts...

He'd make sure you know he's the only one you can love.

Overall, he can probably be a sweet boyfriend...

If you don't look into his more creepy behavior.

[wantondoe]

Sleep tight, dear

Alastor x doe reader, fluff, slight angst

Just a short story about Alastor cuddling you until you hibernate <3

During the whole fall, you had concentrated getting as much nutrients as possible. After all, you are a doe demon. You need those nutrients to survive the harsh winter. Deer don't normally hibernate, but for some reason, you do. Perhaps it's because your body hasn't gotten used to Hell yet, so it protects itself by hibernating. Even though it has been two years now...

You would often be found in the kitchen, sitting at the table while surrounded by food. Your form had gotten even softer and cuddlier, which your mate Alastor did not mind.

The moment you arrived in Hell and met the tall, dark, and creepy Radio Demon, had also been the moment when you knew your single days were over. Alastor had wasted no time getting close to you, fascinated by your doe-form. He had offered you a job at the Hotel. Of course you couldn't deny his offer!

It was a quiet evening as you carefully gathered up the softest blankets and plushiest pillows to build a makeshift nest on your bed. You had even found two body pillows to make the nest stronger. You carefully folded the pillows inside the blankets. This was serious. You would spend the next 9 weeks on the nest after all!

Your handsome mate was examining your each move, leaning his form against the door frame, his arms crossed, a sly smirk playing on his lips. He always found it endearing when you had a pout like that on your pretty little face. He loves seeing you so concentrated, so devoted.

"Building a little nest are you my dear?" he spoke with a soft voice.

"Yes! I think I'm going to need more blankets though... " you gazed at the nest. It was forming up nicely, but still looked a little... Boring.

"My dear you've done spectacular job building the nest! Leave it to me to get some more blankets for you!" he smiled at her before disappearing in the shadows.

You smiled at your mate's helpfulness and climbed on the nest, seeing how it felt. You curled up in the nest, placing pillows between your knees and under your head, trying to find the perfect position.

"Oh my, you look absolutely adorable!" he reappeared next to your nest. You didn't even flinch, as you had already gotten used to his teleportation tendencies. He laid next to you on the nest, placing blankets over you two.

"Thank you, dearest."

"Of course, anything for my special doe", he hummed, petting your hair, admiring those perky doe ears. "You know... I'm going to miss you", he said, his smile dropping, something he only dared to do with your presence.

"I know", you say quietly, nuzzling in his chest, the soft red shirt tickling your nose. "I'm going to miss you too, so much."

As you looked at your dear mate deep into his crimson eyes, you could see tears pricking from the corners of his eyes despite his small smile.

"I will miss you more", he whispered. "I don't want to let you go."

You chuckled at your mate's dramatic tone. Brushing your fingertip around his jawline, you say: "I won't be going anywhere. I'll be right here and you can visit me anytime."

"I hate seeing you in hibernation... So unresponsive..." he pouted. "I adore our banters, our walks around Cannibal Town, the way those gorgeous doe-eyes of yours gaze at me..."

"Alastor dear", you whisper, "I won't stay gone."

"I know..." he sighed, cuddling you tighter. "I just wish you didn't have to hibernate."

"I know", you speak quietly, your hand resting on his cheek. "Will you stay here until I fall in hibernation?" you request.

"Of course I will, my dearest", he kissed your forehead. "That's it... Relax, darling", he spoke, his voice soothing. "I'll be right here."

"You're too good to me", you smile faintly, feeling your body relax. You feel his long lean arms wrapped securely around you, his breathing calm and heavy. You inhale his scent as you feel yourself giving in to the deep slumber awaiting...

"Only the best for my dearest mate", he chuckles as he witnesses your eyelids pressing down, your eyelashes casting long shadows over your soft cheeks. "I love you my dearest. Sleep tight."

Alastor let a few hot tears roll down his cheeks as he felt you fall into hibernation. The mere idea of you just sleeping for 9 weeks was unbearable. Who would he have breakfast with? Who would walk with him at the parks, who'd hug him after a stressful overlord meeting?

He sobbed softly as he carefully got up, tucking the blankets securely around you. He gazed down at you as if you were the most precious thing ever which you definitely were. He sighed, running his fingers carefully on your hair.

He took a deep breath as he sat there, imagining all the things he'd miss about you. He smiled at the memories, such as your adorable face peeking behind the radio tower door. His heart melted at the way you two would sit in a comfortable silence on that same bench at that park nearby your favorite bakery... His heart fluttered at the memory of your soft lips pressed against his cheeks. You'd always find ways to make his life a tad more bearable.

He caught himself in a dark place, reminiscing all those things. On the other hand, he knew all those things were a good reason to keep up the hope, to suffer the waiting.

Before leaving your cozy room, he turned to look at you one last time. With a soft loving voice, he whispered: "Sleep tight, dear."

[bambidixon]

Today's episode was so crazy I can't even think of anything to say about it SPOILER FOR EPISODE 6

"Do you think Mel has to wear Jackie's clothes when they make out?" that was funny. I love Van, she's the only one normal out there.

I need more Travnat crumbs. Please, I'm starving

They ate Coach Ben. They took Natalie’s act of mercy and compassion and twisted it into a form of cannibalism as atonement for their sins. Cannibalism is no longer a physical necessity for them but a spiritual one. I was a little mad at Shauna for suggesting a feast to "honor" Ben, but in hindsight, it was a wise decision. Now... I know it was wrong, but those girls needed something to hold onto, and that’s what Shauna gave them—she reframed their loss as a sacrifice to appease the wilderness so they wouldn’t lose hope of going home. That’s exactly what Natalie was trying to do by keeping Ben alive.

Lottie saying that Shauna is going to lead? Terrible decision. Anyway, I will continue to be a Shauna Shipman defender and apologist.

Lottie going insane and singing at the wilderness was beautiful in the worst way, I love my pookie so much I would give anything for her to find peace.

The ritual at the end of the episode being interrupted by that man gave me chills—I still feel sick. It was so clear how far gone those kids are; they're never going home. So, as I understand it, that man was out there observing the birds when he stumbled upon them and recorded them... But how did that cassette survive until the present? What did they do to him? I have no fucking idea.

Please free Taissa Turner. I feel so so sad for her she's trapped in her own body..

[cure-icy-writes]

Everyone talks about cannibalism as a form of love, but no one has really talked about cannibalism as survivor's guilt in dungeon meshi. More specifically, how it manifests as Senshi's fear that he's somehow exploited his friends, that he used them and consumed their flesh to keep living, that this injustice he committed is forever part of him in a horrifying visceral way. He fears that he ate his friend to live, that they're together forever in a horrible melding of flesh.

Together forever doesn't mean love, in this case. It means guilt. It means he's haunted by the memory. The trauma has stuck with him for so long, crushed by layers and layers, that he doesn't know how to go on without it, and that's why it's such a relief when he finds out that it wasn't true. He didn't eat his friends, and by extension, it was an accident that they died and it wasn't his fault and they wanted him to live. He finally gets closure. He finally feels like he has permission to continue living.

It's... man. I mean, Senshi is like the patron saint of people who enjoy fat hairy bear panty shots and people with an unhealthy relationship to food who are learning to eat three meals a day with his help. You can always imagine him, telling you to fry something nice up with olive oil, that it's okay and perfectly normal to crave fatty meats for your body, that malnutrition makes you feel like shit, that carb loading on bread is a great idea. He deserves someone to say that to him in return. It is okay to live. It wasn't your fault that you survived. I know the world is terrifying, and you will not escape it unscathed. You have permission to live, to be happy, and to eat a good meal with friends.

[guillotinesandroses]

HIII omg i literally love you thank you so much for answering my previous ask (i feel so bad for doing this rn but i got another odd prompt) so what if we swap what we did for the previous one and it’s individual upper moon reactions finding out you’ve become human again (so like adding on to the previous) feel free to ignore or answer whenever you like!!

Note: Very cool concept! Haven't seen this done before, so I had fun trying to figure out the logistics of it :] For now I decided to just write the six main upper moons since doing too many all at once gets kinda draining and annoying to edit lol. I'll do the other demons if someone asks me to.

This one can be read as platonic or romantic. Reader is still implied to be mentally around the same age as the characters, though.

Characters: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Hantengu, Gyokko, Gyutaro

Content Warnings: Blood, injury, gore, cannibalism, murder, canon typical violence and themes, morally fucked up reader to varying degrees depending on the character in question

Editing notes: This has not been edited yet.

Remnants of the Past

Kokushibo

> Upon sighting your figure fleeing towards him, all six of his eyes blink open in surprise. Blood pours out of open wounds, your breath comes out ragged wheezes, and you collapse when you see him. He appears beside your writhing form in a flash. His worried, racing heart hides beneath his cold and calm exterior as he examines your wounds. He receives no answer when he tries to interrogate your shocked self, but he soon feels as if he needs none. 

> The flesh of your arm is far too soft for a demon, the skin lacks any of its usual markings, and your blood smells... unmistakably human. All of the comfort he had found in knowing you were indestructible shatters. His attention turns to the culprit finally showing itself, a demon slayer of seemingly normal stature. However, the sword of this human is far from common, curving a way fit more for piercing rather than slicing. He makes fast work of the slayer- who was admittedly rather powerful- before going back to tending to you. 

> From the few answers he managed to squeeze out of the cocky eyesore of a slayer, he gathered that this was a new remedy that was being worked on. The fact that it worked on an upper rank such as yourself was worrying, but it should not be anything to get too concerned about. There should not be any need to examine your injuries, so he ignores your snarky comment about him making you wait. Instead of giving it the time of the day, he holds you up to inject his blood back into your body. He does his best not to pay any mind to the fret constricting his lungs as the dark liquid courses through your bloodstream. 

> However, he cannot pretend not to notice when the mass amounts of blood he has poured into you shows to have no effect at all. When you shift around in discomfort, he reprimands you for allowing a slayer to catch you off guard. You try to strike back with sarcasm as you usually do, but shut your mouth when he threatens you into staying still. At the end of the day, his orders demand absolute obedience, and your close relationship does not change that. Eventually he has to give up and admit that his efforts are producing no results; he needs to take a different approach and meet with his lordship. 

> Normally he would trust you to survive on your own. Now he hovers over you, much to your annoyance. Even so, he cannot help himself. Humans are so fragile. Although demon slayers unaware of your past would leave you alone now, regular humans and wild animals have turned into real threats instead.

> Every nerve in his body screams, terrified that this could be permanent. Still, he remains calm on the surface as he patches up your wounds the old fashioned way. He knows all too well how vulnerable the human physique is, treating you with more grace than one would handle a porcelain doll with. The irritated twitches of your mouth do not go unnoticed by him, he understands why you would hate being considered weak. Even so, he also knows you are grateful for his care from your bashful, averted eyes and the gentle manner you hold his hand in when he helps you up. 

> On your way to the agreed meeting place, a lone demon slayer crosses your path. This is of no concern at all, though the man harshly questions why a human would hang around a demon. Kokushibo cleaves out the slayer's heart in a swift and uncaring movement. Your expression did not as much as shift at the man's accusations, much to Kokushibo's delight. This newfound humanity has not changed your resolve, which his lordship would hopefully take into account when considering your fate. 

> Luckily, in spite of your seemingly permanent human form, his lordship opts to keep you alive. A poison such as this is a definite threat, but by examining your body he should be able to find an antidote to reverse its effects. Until then, you are to remain in the Infinity Castle for safekeeping and experimentation purposes. Frustrated and longing to gain back your stronger form, you agree to the arrangement. An immediate sense of relief brushes over him the second your safety is guaranteed. 

> He does not hide this from his lordship, thoroughly satisfied with the end result to these unfortunate circumstances. Although his lordship disapproves of this warm relationship between the two of you, viewing it as a hindrance at most, there is no questioning the loyalty either one of you has shown to him. You may not be as punctual or absorbed in his lordship's goals as Kokushibo is, but in not a single corner of your mind do you hold a wish to disobey him. The hierarchies of demons may not matter to you, but you have never gone against them either, holding a strange form of optimism for the future of the species. 

> He may not be able to fully understand you, but he knows that in his many centuries, thousands of things have slipped past his fingers. You are the only one he managed to grab a hold of. The idea of your death sends shudders running up his immortal spine, something he only realized upon witnessing your newfound vulnerability. Perhaps lamenting on past mistakes is worthless, but he now regrets allowing you to fight on your own. As much as conceals his thoughts, your snarky comments and oddly hopeful smiles fill his heart with a rare sense of delight. Regardless of what the future may bring forth, he will not repeat his mistakes; you will remain alive by his side. 

Douma

> His colorful eyes widen in confusion when you rush past the treeline towards his temple. You collapse onto your knees in front of him, but he does not even get the chance to tease you for the action. A demon slayer jumps out of the forest, and he blocks the hunter's blade with one of his golden fans. In spite of the slayer's confidence and genuine skill, Douma emerges victorious from the battle. This is largely due to you shouting at him to actually dodge the blades just this once instead of reveling in his masochistic tendencies. 

> When he is done and turns to you, he completely understands that something is truly wrong here. By now your bleeding should have stopped, you should not even have a scar left on your body as a demon of your rank. Without warning, he strikes a hole into your bicep with one of his razor-sharp claws. You grit your teeth as the crimson liquid flows through you and await the usual surge of strength that comes with demonic blood transfusions. However, your condition shows no improvement at all as the minutes pass, and soon he is forced to give up his efforts. 

> Thoroughly amused, he giggles before asking you for more details. The poison's effects are rather concerning when you explain them to him; you have been turned fully human again. As hilarious as he finds this predicament, he does bring you to one of his cultists who is more informed on mortal medicine. The whole way through he teases and bugs you, but at least his presence ensures that the cultist does not dare slack off while treating your wounds. You are the one who needs to insists going to Kibutsuji with the information on this new poison, he would have much rather kept you all to himself as a cute little human-demon. Being on the way to meet with the Demon Lord does not make him lessen his antics at all, though. 

> The moment you glance away distracted, sharp teeth sink into your shoulder and you jump. Lips suckle at the flesh, drinking up the warm blood. You grunt and roll your eyes, shoving your fingers into his. He yelps at first but like the little freak that he is, allows the noise to turn into a delighted gasp right after. You do your best to ignore him when sighs with glee, red liquid running down his lips as he explains in detail how he wishes you would dig your way into his mind with those dull nails of yours. 

> Suddenly, cutting him off, a pair of arms wrap around you and swoop you away from your infuriating partner in crime. You demand that the slayer put you down, only for him to exclaim that he will protect you with his friend. Douma laughs so hard his back arches and he has to grip his sides not to fall over. You almost feel bad for the two humans for how insistent they were in shielding you. Soon enough the slayers have been taken care of and he pokes at you, chastising you for not thanking him even though he has saved you twice today already. 

> Closing your eyes, you try to ignore his taunts. This comes with ease until he brings up the pity in your eyes when he killed the two demons slayers. He coos as your eyes snap open again, twirling one of your accessories around his finger. How pure of heart you must be to feel even for such foolish creatures. Perhaps being human suits you better. Besides, he quite likes your newfound vulnerability, it's so adorable! 

> Though it must also be so burdensome, maybe he should relieve you of that suffering and pain. He does not even get the full suggestion of devouring you out of his mouth before you shoot it down. Even so, he just laughs off your rejection, smiling bright with empty eyes like he always does. Once again he reminds you that pitying the weak only makes them weaker in the same way allowing them to believe foolish things does. Not in the mood for this kind of conversation, you change the topic and try to retain your sanity during the trip. 

> The King of Demons is more than displeased at the discovery of this new poison. Even his own blood cannot reverse the effects of this toxin. Irritated to have lost one of his most powerful servants, he demands to experiment on you until he finds a way to undo it. Obviously, you have to agree and Douma oh so graciously offers to watch over you while you are in this vulnerable state. Despite your irritation, you agree to the arrangement; locking your whereabouts down to a specific place makes transporting you easier for Nakime. 

> Arriving back at the temple, Douma urges you to have some sake and describe how it tastes and affects you with your human biology. You decline, calling him out on just wanting to get you drunk to see you make a fool of yourself. Giggling off the accusation, he whines over you being no fun at all. In spite of all his talk, he gulps down the ineffective alcohol and stays by your side for hours. Although he may do his best to act insufferable to draw reactions from you, he does not want you to die. 

> After death, there is nothing; you stop feeling, your heart stops, and your brain stops. He does not want you to rot. If you rot, there will be no one he can talk to so openly. In spite of your supposed apathy, you neither hate, judge nor revere him. Such a person- one capable of accepting him as he is- is difficult to find even among demons, and he is not ready to let go of this kind of treasure just yet. 

Akaza

> His eyes widen at the unlikely sight- his rival, primary sparring fighter, one of the worthiest opponents he has ever faced- runs through the woods, wounded and out of breath. Bright blood pours out of your body onto the white snow as your legs give out. What an utterly disgraceful picture, Akaza thinks and scrunches his nose. Before he can berate you for letting yourself get into this condition, a nichirin sword almost sinks into his forearm. He grabs said appendage and sends the demon slayer flying. 

> Although the slayer proves faster than most, proven by how he landed on his feet, he gets defeated soon enough. Akaza raises a brow when he turns to you. By now your injuries should be long gone, yet you still pant and wheeze as you try to keep your guts from spilling out. He walks over but freezes halfway through. Your blood smells... human. 

> Used to containing his hunger, he ignores the saliva gathering on his tongue. Against his will, his heart squeezes in worry as he crouches next to you. He does not wait for an explanation, unpleasant memories reaching for the surface. Pushing his finger into one of your wounds with furrowed brows, he assures you that you will survive, mind not truly present in the moment. He has the cure this time, he can save... 

> ...Who can he save? That does not matter, he will save the sickly person before him at any cost. The haze in his eyes grows into desperation as no amount of blood seems to work. So, he forces in more and more blood. You will be cured, no matter how long he must remain by your side, no matter what he has to do! 

> You are the one who needs to push him away. This is not accomplishing anything, all it does is hurt more. Even after pulling his hand away, he refuses to leave your side. Raising an eyebrow at his strange amount of concern, you tell him if he wants to help, he should go and get some bandages. He performs the request in an instant, moving you around to wrap with a mixture of gentleness and frantic fear. 

> He remains at your beck and call even after having taken you to cave before sunrise. Tireless, he keeps checking on your bandages and wellbeing, keeping you warm in the cold weather. You nearly managed to give him a heart attack by stepping out of the cave into the sunlight, entranced by feeling it on your skin after so long. He tries not to think about how angelic you seem in its glow, light shimmering like fireworks in the ice that covers the trees. Truly, he should kill you for having become so weak again... but he knows too well he never could. 

> These thoughts grow worse when nightfall arrives and you prepare to meet with the Demon Lord. Akaza comes up with as many excuses as he can for keeping you around. Even humans can become strong, you could become worth fighting again. Besides, this should not be permanent. No, regardless of whether you get turned to a demon again or not- a worthless thought to consider since you surely will be- this weakness of yours must be temporary. That means you are worth keeping around, you will be allowed to live, he tells himself and hopes his master will agree. 

> Akaza's anxiety reaches its peak when kneeling before the King of Demons beside you. He would pray for this transformation to work if that would have any effect on it at all, but he is certain whatever gods may have existed abandoned him long ago. Your persisting human form makes him even more certain of this. At least Kibutsuji allowed you to live even if only as a test subject for now, it is your only way of becoming a demon again after all. In spite of that small success, Akaza's heart aches even after leaving the Infinity Castle. If the effects of this poison are permanent, you will grow old and die. 

> Although the pain of that reality would be unbearable, you remain blissfully unaware of Akaza's internal conflict. Allowing the snowflakes to melt on your warm skin, you find yourself entranced by the pillowy sky. The cold water floating down, sticking to your lashes and rushing down your forces that sense of humanity further into your veins. Concerned, he asks you about your sudden quietness, unnerved by your absent eyes in the wintry atmosphere. When you respond, he almost wishes he had not asked. Being human again has brought back memories of your past with an unpleasant intensity. 

> He swallows, knowing a demon's own memories are far easier to control, to push down and forget. Although your past remains for the most part a mystery to him, he loathes to think of his own. Something within his heart shifts, much to his chagrin. He truly should not feel this way, should not feel the urge to protect someone so weak. Your death would only be a natural, fitting, and expected turn of events. Even so, he finds himself hovering near you far more often than he would like to admit. 

Hantengu

> When you emerge from the treeline running for your life, he shrieks and scrambles off on all four limbs. Surely the threat must be great if it has sent someone like you running, right? Eventually he has to slow down but to his surprise when he glances back, no one is behind him. Neither you nor whatever was following you are anywhere near him. He hesitates before sneaking back, yelping at the sight that awaits him. 

> Initially he hides further behind the tree, trembling, but then whispers to the assailant. What gives the slayer the right to bully and wrong the weak? How cruel to hurt someone so innocent. The demon slayer lowers the sword from your neck and smirks, claiming it is a lucky day, two high ranked demons gone in mere minutes! Upper Four trembles at the words and insists he deserves pity but as he predictably gains none, a battle breaks out. 

> After his clones are done, he peeks out from his hiding place. Creeping forth cautiously, he shakes as he realizes you still have yet to heal. Sekido tells his original self to pull himself together, that kind of cowering pisses him off. Karaku licks his lips as he takes in your pained wheezes, making an inappropriate comment on them. Urogi lets out a gleeful laugh in agreement, finding your suffering amusing, but Aizetsu disagrees. 

> Such a poor thing you are, something is clearly very wrong. Zohakuten scoffs from the sidelines, going on about unjust villains tormenting the weak. Yes, this is a type of situation his entire being is quite familiar with. Such a poison's existence is a scary though, turning into an even weaker creature than he already is makes him shudder in terror! Thankfully, there is an easy cure for your predicament... or at least he thought there was. 

> He quakes in fear, trying to calm himself as your condition shows no sings of improvement. Oh, no, perhaps his weakling blood simply is too pure to induce a transformation! He truly apologizes, even though it is not his fault in any way! He is far too pathetic, you see, so you must have pity and forgive him! You brush him off, too delirious to get fully annoyed and tell him to get in contact with the Demon Lord. 

> Helpful and considerate as always, he gets around to doing that right away! However, as he does so, a group of demon slayers suddenly attacks him and claims they are saving you. He screeches and cries, begging for them have mercy on his feeble self, but it is all for nothing. Although he takes care of most of them on his own, you still have to finish the last one by whacking her upside the head with a fallen branch. You snarkily remark that you have to still do everything around here yourself, allowing the stick to crash into the dirt. 

> He gives a quivering smile, saying that a gentle soul like him would be nothing without a partner like you. The rest of the trip to the castle goes by swiftly, as does the meeting. His lord examines you and he tries his best not upset the Demon King. The thought of doing so rattles his very core, his entire being! Unfortunately, nothing can be done for your condition, how scary! 

> That could have been him if he were not better prepared! To him, it is simply another thing to get jumpy over. The thought of losing his invincibility sure is horrifying. Luckily, it was you and not him! You are not particularly appreciative of these comments but stick beside him either way, and he is oh, so grateful for that! 

> Cruel as the world may be, at least it blessed him with a friend who owns a heart as kind and sensitive as his! Kibutsuji utilizes this predicament as a way to urge Upper Four out of his shell more often. He wants his 'protector' to be able to defend him again, does he not? It works and he actually does pick up the slack, growing a little bolder than usual. You better be grateful, he is putting his own frail skin on the line here! He will not go much further than this though... or perhaps he will, considering the type of person that you are. 

> He is a virtuous and kind man after all... maybe it's time to return the favor. You have protected him quite often and stood up for him, defending his word against the brutes who dare doubt his integrity. Truly, you are a gracious and understanding hero, a saint among throes of garbage. Yes, this could work out. You may not be able to shield him physically anymore, but you'll keep sticking up for your fragile, vulnerable old pal, won't you, former demon? 

Gyokko

> Normally he would scowl at and maul whoever interrupted him while he was enraptured by the dance of the muses. However, this time the disruption to his creative process came from his most devoted fan. No great artist could possibly look past the call of loyal admirer. So, he turns around only to bear witness to the most glorious art piece. You lay before him, blood pouring out into a puddle below you. 

> As you scramble and fail to get back onto your feet, your hands slip from beneath you, failing to support your rupturing body. The vermilion splashes over your arms, coating them like paint. He urges you to stay still with a gleeful grin, praising the aesthetic and elegant display you have brought before him. Those splotches of crimson and maroon contrast with your skin tone in the most gorgeous and refined manner! He must capture these most sublime shades into the piece of art they deserve to be.

> However, before he can do so another disruption, this time utterly unwelcome, springs before him. Only because of your warning, he was able to dodge the strange blade slicing at him. Infuriated, he lashed out and attacked until the demon slayer was torn to shreds. What a poor and uncultured cockroach, that one took atrociously long to die! Now the maggot resembles its true, inferior form more accurately. 

> He hums in delight at thought of another beautiful masterpiece created by his godly hands. Truly, that worthless lower life form should be grateful for having been made into a sculpture worth existing. Though one thing still troubles him, a mere ordinary human should not have been able to bring you, strong and beautiful, to your knees. He finds the answer in your marred features, a horrendous and disgusting truth. The fine art that once was your demon markings have been washed away. 

> In place of the formerly superior and chosen being resided a mortal. Vulnerable and pathetic, wounded and brutalized as all humans should be, yet his guts churned at the gory visual. Rather than relishing in the bloodshed, his throat dried like that of a fish tasting surface air for the first unfortunate time. If someone like you could so easily be twisted back into this horrid form, could he or his lord be corrupted in such a way? What an uncomfortable thought, he shakes it off to his best ability. 

> To truly rid himself of it, he pushes his blood into your injuries. Soon enough you will be back. Perhaps much weaker and therefore less worthy, but you will be back nonetheless. Then he will have no need to burden himself with such thoughts any longer. However, no amount of extra blood seems to be causing any resemblance of change within your physique. 

> No, this could not possibly be! Not his admirer, one of the very few intelligent and cultured enough to see the beauty in all of his art! Why, out of all the useless maggots crawling this earth, did you have to suffer in this way? Oh, how cruel the world is, to take away his muse, the one whose ideas were actually worth considering. He should create a vase inspired by this unsightly transformation, as soon as possible. 

> However, undoing this nonsense takes priority on his to-do list. You were not meant to be a mere human, a weakling, a creature headed for death since its creation. So, he brings you to the mightiest being in the whole universe, the Lord of Demons! If his lordships's might cannot fix you, nothing in this world can. This should be an easy feat... or so Gyokko assumes. 

> Upon witnessing your persisting mortality, conflict stirs in his brilliant mind. This is still you- ethereal, art-loving, inspiring you- but you are now horribly human. Even as you take the form of lesser being, he is fond of you. However, your existence needs to be refined again, and someone must now make sure your fragile form does not crumble, leading to your untimely demise! He is not sure he can handle that, his chest is already painfully tight from all this worrying, you see! 

> Though it is as they say, beauty is pain, no? Usually he much rather prefers the pain of others, but he is not too picky. An artist must be open to new options, interpretations, and sources of inspiration! You will continue to be his muse, and he will create art that will go down in history. Surely you would not disagree with this arrangement... even if he asks you for just a few drops of your delightful, easily staining mortal blood, right? 

Gyutaro

> Your bloodied footfalls echo in the halls of one of the Entertainment District's largest buildings. They splatter against the wooden floors and you heave with desperation. Only after reaching the one demon near enough to help, you allow yourself to collapse into the closest wall. His eyes widen in shock as he tries to ask what the hell happened to you. All you tell him is to not get cut before your strength fades. 

> He does not get the chance to shake you back to reality or question your ominous words. His sickles deflect an oncoming, oddly curved blade on instinct. A battle ensues and all he can gather in the heat of the moment is that this slayer is guilty for your current condition. He keeps your words in mind and goes on to win. After putting the dots together, it is blatantly obvious that you were poisoned in a way that rendered you far more vulnerable than usual. 

> He tries to keep his voice steady as he crouches down before you. To his horror, your body reeks of blood, human blood. It is not excess from the slayers or other humans, it is your own. With a sharp breath, his gaze darts around before grabs a proper hold of you. Berating you for being so stupid as to let yourself get cut by a sword obviously containing poison, he injects an irrational amount of his blood into your veins. 

> As it shows no sign of working, his breath quickens as he tries to shake you in a weak attempt to make the blood course through your body as it should. You groan in discomfort and tell him to just help with patching up the wounds. Although he complains, he does so with brows furrowed in worry and frustration. As soon as the bandages are in place, you begin to move together to get to a human doctor. You have to act as the brains for now, since his panicked scrambling is not exactly the most helpful thing. 

> The ways he scratches himself in with the hand not supporting you are also concerning, even with his demonic physique. So, you ask for more support to get him to stop. Meanwhile, a million thoughts race through his mind as he holds you in a grip far too tight, as if you may crumble away if he eases up. The scales need to be balanced more, he thinks while holding back the urge to rip and tear at his skin once again. Once he gets his hands on the rest of those demons slayers, he swears they will never forget who it was that sent them into the afterlife. 

> Now, this time it seems lady luck decided to stand by his side. He will get to do what he does best sooner than expected; he will collect what is due. A group of demon slayers comes along and tries to start a fight with him. However, before he even gets the chance to strike back, you step in with a well-concealed mischievous glint in your eyes. With your new, obvious human appearance, you step forward as well as you can and scold them for judging your dear friend. 

> He is no demon, he is your dear partner, who is currently being so kind as to help you recover from your surgery. They should be ashamed of themselves for jumping to conclusions like that! With your stern voice and convincing, confident act, the slayers end up apologizing, much to Gyutaro's amusement. As soon as the inexperienced swordsmen turn around with their guards down, you give him the go ahead to strike. After finishing them off with his usual ruthlessness, he tells you the act was unnecessary. 

> You hum in agreement but at first offer no response aside from a chuckle. When you ask him so sweetly if he can blame you for wanting to contribute, he breaks out in uncontained, delighted laughter. In spite of the cruel situation, this atmosphere persists for a while as you prepare to inform the Demon Lord of this development. As your injuries begin to weigh down on you once again and you quiet down to spare energy, familiar, uneasy thoughts creep into his head. You sure are charismatic... and persuasive... and beautiful. 

> If you had met when you were humans, surely you would not have spared even a glance into his direction. Only in these twisted circumstances did he even have a chance at knowing a person like you. Even now, this sense of companionship was almost ripped away from him. Nowadays he is so used to having the control he lacked through all of his youth. Still, today was a grim reminder that the world is more than eager to try to rip it all away from him, everything he has managed to claw into his hands with blood and sweat. 

> There is much more he needs to do still, reasons to get stronger. Especially after the Demon King's failure to turn you again, he knows he must keep his guard up. With poisons like that, his sister's life is on the line as well. Your invincibility already shattered, but he refuses to let it burn to ashes. Even as the world seems to quiet down once more, he will continue to work hard and ensure there is nothing in this world for you to fear. 

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Teacher!Ryomen Sukuna x Sorcerer!Reader // Teacher!Sukuna HC's <3

(THIS IS NOT STUDENT X TEACHER, READER IS NOT A STUDENT!)

Personally, I think it’s an actual crime there isn’t more teacher!sukuna content out there. I’ve only ever seen one fan art of it, and ever since I’ve been scrounging around on my hands and knees to find more

So m’ gonna just do it myself 🙏 

-!! [AFAB + AMAB] READER (HC’s involving reader’s bodily autonomy have both a female and male vers. → brief smut drabble at the end)    [everyone's in on this one👏]

-!! Reader is a rather powerful sorcerer 

-!! CW: Slight possessiveness (mainly for the short smut at the end → overstimulation, dacryphilia, slight size kink(?), mention of double cocks for og form Sukuna)

-!! Veeeery slight nod to manga spoiler if you squint. If you don’t know it 99% certain you won’t pick up on it

-!! Sukuna being a bit of a softy for his SO

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Awhile (around a good few centuries) ago, Ryomen Sukuna came to the conclusion that no, this was in fact not the way he wanted to live his life. He decided to put everything behind him; the bloodshed, the death, the massacres, and cannibalisms— (okay maybe that stayed the same)— all the things that essentially made his staple as the King of Curses. He’s a changed curse, he swears it. Honestly? Human food? Not that bad. Kinda worth changing his world view for 

With a changed work ethic, and a changed heart, Ryomen Sukuna made the conscious decision to become a teacher, — specifically a teacher in sorcery

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Ryomen Sukuna works at Jujutsu Tech,-- the infamous King of Curses, who predominantly spends most of his days helping ungrateful brats obtain the necessary skills to kill his kind

→”No, you thick-skinned brat, you’re doing it all wrong!”

    “I’m sorry, Sukuna-sensei! I’m trying,--.. I really am! Could you maybe go over it one more time–”

             “No! You’re going to die all alone as your friends are tortured mercilessly!”

“How could you say that…” 🥺 

Following the fateful passing of Yuji Itadori’s grandpa, the poor kid awakened as a sorcerer with a rather nasty supply of cursed energy; a complete abnormality with an aura suspiciously like that of a certain Ryomen Sukuna… 

→ “The little brat is not living with me” 

“Awh, c’mon Sukuna-!! The kid’s a ticking time bomb to disaster, he needs help controlling his cursed energy, and who better to help than the amazing King of Curses himself!” 

“Shut up, Satoru Gojo.” 

“Ohoho~... looks like someone isn’t happy to become a single mother~~” 

“What-!? Single moth– fool, you yourself are a single mother” 

“...oh, yeah. Hehe… 😚”

“I hate it here…😒”  

Now, with the additional burden of personally attending to Yuji Itadori, there was only one thing keeping Ryomen Sukuna from completely imploding: 

You. His partner, his lover, his spouse, his anchor,-- the only source of light in his miserable, cursed life, – the sole person keeping him from reverting back to his old, murderous ways. 

Meeting a few years back, the ancient curse could’ve sworn the world got a dozen shades lighter the second his eyes landed on your form in the Tokyo crowd. Where everyone was actively moving away from his looming, intimidating hulk of a body, you looked at him with eyes void of the fear reflected off so many others. 

You approached him with interest, recognizing his unmistakable aura for that of the King of Curses, – and, to his utmost shock, – you proceeded to have a perfectly normal, civilized conversation with him. Never once did you look at him like you would a monster. Every time he’d get lost in those eyes of yours, never once did he find anything short of pure love and affection. It was sickeningly sweet. 

There on a mission, you introduced yourself as a fellow Jujutsu Sorcerer. 

Ryomen Sukuna could’ve sworn he’d heard your name before: rather infamous with the higher-ups, you were a well-respected sorcerer. That only aided to his immense confusion: why would a sorcerer of such high esteem and all around regard even remotely think talking to him, the King of Curses, was a good idea? 

Absolutely flabbergasted and entranced from your first encounter, Ryomen Sukuna was practically completely at your mercy. It took very little for you to simply haul him over your shoulder and take him wherever; he’d soon become akin to a lost puppy with you. 

Ryomen Sukuna is absolutely down-horrendous with his emotions. Hah, communication? Never heard of her. 

He’s never felt this deep for anyone before, and it terrifies him to no end. You terrify him to no end,-- the amount of power you have over him could be almost comical. 

At the start, he flat out avoided you altogether. Anytime he’d see you on campus he’d immediately start in the opposite direction. Anytime you’d attempt to strike up a conversation something would come up,-- he’d have to go somewhere, or the brats had gotten themselves in trouble again. And when Satoru Gojo found out about his little “crush”...  oh boy, the teasing was lethal.

It wasn’t long before he craved your touch, and Ryomen Sukuna started to enter withdrawal from your presence. You were brutal, the poison continuously being pumped into his veins, – which was extra ironic, considering he was after all the King of Poisons, – how the actual hell did he end up in such a position? What have you done to him? 

Man, he was cooked. 

With a lot of time, and a heck of a lot of patience, did the curse finally allow himself to reveal more of himself to you. 

It’s never been easy, – even after you two were married did Ryomen Sukuna still suck absolute ass at communicating his wants. 

He craved your attention, your gaze, your approval. You were the drug that he simply couldn’t get enough of. 

He’s not good with words, – in the past everything was just handed to him, – he had no clue how to actually work for someone’s affection. 

Please be patient with him, – he’s trying, he really is 🥺. No matter how much he denies it, no matter how much he complains he hates being dependent on someone, no matter how much he claims how meaningless love is, you both know deep down these feelings of deep admiration and affection aren’t one sided. Sometimes, that fact alone can get you through even his most frustrating of times. He pushes you away because he feels guilty, but almost immediately does he regret his actions and desire your presence more than anything. The things you do to him 

He lost his original form centuries ago, abandoning it after his near fatal confrontation with the sorcerers of the Heian Era. Gravely wounded, he absolved to staying hidden, laying low in the shadows. Sometimes he wished he still had that form, – still had his four arms, his two faces– he felt stronger, prettier in that body. Despite how much you told him how beautiful his current, two-armed form was, he wonders if you would’ve liked his original form– what it could do, how it could please your body. (But most of all he missed his two massive cocks to shove deep inside you–)

Ryomen Sukuna is very insecure about his image as the feared “King of Curses”. He’d be seen as weak, like he’d gone soft, – if anyone found out about you. That did little to deter you from showering him with your affections though <3 Even if he struggled to receive such affections–:

“What the actual hell do you think you’re doing–” 

“What? Am I not allowed to visit my darling husband at his job?” 

“No- ..! Who exactly do you think you are, you can’t just waltz into wherever to embarrass me–” You were in an empty classroom in what would be the normal time for lunch. The students would be out eating, so it was only you and him.

“Is that really all you think I do? Embarrass you?” You fought to conceal the pained expression threatening to bubble up to the surface. 

“Yes! Do you know what they’ll think of me if they see me with you? He snaps angrily

“Are you.. Ashamed of me?” You blink 

“What-? No, of course not” His face contorts into a scowl 

“Then why can’t people see me with you?!” 

“That’s not what I meant–” He hisses 

“Yeah?” you retort, “then, what did you mean by that?” 

“I–....”  Ryomen Sukuna only ever seems to find himself short of words with you

Nodding curtly, “I’ll take my leave then” you make your way to the door 

“Wait-” you pause, he hated seeing you upset. It made him feel hopeless, it made him feel weak. “tsk, nevermind. Leave then” 

Huffing, you step out the door. Your second foot never even leaves the threshold before you’re lifted up by a pair of strong arms. 

“Gah-! Ryomen– what the hell?!” 

“Shut up.” the curse growls, placing you down on the nearest desk with a surprising gentleness, “just shut up.” He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck

You smile, accustomed to his brazenness, knowing this was him succumbing to his own affections for you.

“I’ll be quieter next time.” 

“Mmm… don’t be”

“Oh?” you quirk an eyebrow, “are you no longer embarrassed of being seen with me?” 

“No,” he grumbles, “if any pathetic worm dares to utter something against me, I’ll cleave their head off” 

Chuckling, “charming”

“I’ll do it for you too” that part he whispers, so low you almost miss it. Almost. 

“Awh, you’d slaughter anyone putting dirt on my name? And they say romance is dead 🥰” 

“Shut the hell up.” 

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Sukuna Ryomen would have a special ringer set for you in his phone so whenever you’d text him he’d know it was you 

He never responds to anyone’s texts,-- anyone’s that’s not yours. 

The second he hears that notification that man is immediately scrolling. It took him years to figure out how to work a telephone,-- and he still kinda sucks at it. So it takes him a while to respond, – he’s just a slow typer :) 

He’ll be in the middle of sparring with Yuji for his training when he’ll hear your notification and swiftly whip out his phone, – still in the middle of fighting. Poor Yuji will still be sweating his ass off trying his very diddly darn hardest to land a singular punch and he won't even glance up from his phone 😭

It doesn’t matter what he’s doing, – the guy could be in the middle of fighting a Special Grade and he’d start texting you about what he wants for dinner while simultaneously throwing slashes 😟

Not big on PDA, – but alone? Man, you can’t get the bastard off you, – blud’s clingier than a kitten 😭he just really likes being nice and snuggled up in your arms 

Alone, will often call you, – regardless of gender, – doll, (whore), sweetheart (if you’re not being a pain in the ass), – possessive lil’ shit and likes to add ‘my’ in front of any pet name, just to enforce the fact that you’re his. 

Calls you karasu –(Japanese word for raven) 

Sukuna Ryomen is incredibly picky with what he eats, (unless it’s your ass–)     – he needs his meals done in a very specific way, otherwise he’s just not eating. It needs to be your meals too. If bro forgets to bring lunch or you don’t have time to make one for him he just starves. He’s an absolute menace when hangry– super grumpy. None of the students can stand him hungry, – and he refuses to defile his delicate palette with fast food of all horrible things

You got some of those cute cookie cutters for sandwiches and gave him little star sandwiches one day for his lunch. Mans was over the fucking moon. His ass refuses to ever eat another sandwich again unless its cut into cute lil’ shapes ���🥺

Be careful if you ever decide to visit him at work after a certain amount of times, cuz he will make you useful: using you as a sparring partner, giving you chores, making an example out of you to the other students. 

You’re strong enough to hold your own against the King of Curses in a quick spar, – which really only means you won’t get immediately eviscerated upon throwing hands. 

You’re strong, but nowhere near as strong as Ryomen Sukuna. 

He’d only give you a cocky smirk, telling you to hurry up and lock in. You stare at the expecting faces of Megumi, Nobara and Yuji – who you naturally have grown a rather close bond to, being around each other so often. He gives you a reassuring thumbs up, smiling with an expectant glamor. You gulp, glancing back at your husband who has the most shit-eating grin on his face. Oh, you were cooked. 

You manage to successfully dodge at least two strong attacks before being thrown onto your ass, the wind knocked out of you. Huffing, you scramble up, irritation giving you newfound determination. The King only raises an eyebrow at you. 

You explode into a sprint, dashing up behind him, seemingly catching him off-guard. You lean in real close to his ear, whispering in a sultry tone: 

“Your shoelace is untied” 

“What, I’m not even wearing shoelaces–” and he gets thrown into the nearest tree, snapping it in half. 

“Hahah!!” 

“No way, Sukuna just got his ass handed to him!” Nobara exclaims, grinning

“That was so cool!” gushes Yuji, sending a wave of pride flowing through you at his excitement. 

It is short lived, as your husband comes up behind you, glaring with a burning passion in his eyes. 

“You totally beat him up, you sent him flying–” Megumi slaps a hand to Yuji’s mouth, his rambling getting choked off with a “mmph-!” 

His smile is laced with dynamite as Sukuna dismisses the students early. Confused, but mostly relieved, the trio scurry away, Nobara and Yuji shouting cheery goodbyes over their shoulders. 

Only you were close enough to see the raging lust in the King of Curse’s many eyes. His gaze rakes over your body, tensed in a fight or flight state, predatory. You swallow, hard, chuckling nervously, “Heheheh…”  

Oh man, you were so horribly, undoubtedly cooked. 

(short smut begins below line)

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[AFAB vers.]

Sukuna is brutal, hips smashing against yours, large hands gripping so hard large bruises start to form on your hips. You cry out, sobbing, pleading with him to slow the fuck down. Sukuna only clicks his tongue, condescension dripping from his tone, 

“Where’s all that confidence and strength from before, eh?” 

“h..*hic*..huh-?” 

“Tsk,” he grunts, slamming himself particularly hard into your leaking heat, causing you to scream in both pleasure and pain

“S..sukuna-!! P- *hic* please..-! I-..I can’t— I can’t– OHH~” You keel over, knees giving in from underneath you. You stay pressed firmly against the teacher’s desk– his desk–  in his empty classroom, – only being held by Sukuna’s deadly grip. “I-It *hic*.. It– HURTS..- *hic*” 

“You can,...  and. you. will.”  he punctuates each syllable with another unforgivable thrust, “You seemed confident enough you.. *pant* take me in a..- *pant* .. in a fight– fuck–” Warm cum swells, coating your insides white. 

Your eyes roll violently to the back of your head, thighs squeezing desperately against him, instinctively trying to milk him for all he’s got, – despite the excess cum already spilling from your abused hole, kept in only by Sukuna’s massive cock. Was this the fourth or the fifth time..? 

You lost count ages ago, numbers losing all sense of value along with everything else in your head, Sukuna absolutely fucking your goddamn brains out. Dumbed by his cock, you could only limply gaze dreamily through lidded eyes, a look of pure bliss on your face. 

Sukuna grins down at your fucked out face, admiring you as his masterpiece. You looked so pretty impaled on his cock. Pulling your head back by your hair, he smashes his lips onto yours in a sloppy kiss. You truly were the best thing to come of his long, cursed life. 

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[AMAB vers.]

Sukuna is cruel, hips smashing against your ass, large hands gripping so hard large bruises start to form on your hips. He fucks you, bent over the desk, – his desk, in his empty classroom,-- and shaking like a pathetic mutt. You cry out, sobbing, pleading with him to slow the fuck down. Sukuna only clicks his tongue, condescension dripping from his tone, 

“Where’s all that confidence and strength from before, eh?” 

“h..*hic*..huh-?” 

“Tsk,” he grunts, large hand closing around your swollen, throbbing cock. Your eyes widen in horror as he begins to jerk you off at a grueling pace, causing you to scream in both pleasure and pain

“S..sukuna-!! P- *hic* please..-! I-..I can’t— I can’t– OHH~” You keel over, knees giving in from underneath you. You stay pressed firmly against the desk only held by Sukuna’s torso. “I-It *hic*.. It– HURTS..- *hic*” 

“You can,...  and. you. will.”  He punctuates each syllable with another unforgivable thrust, syncing with a violent pump to your cock, limpand emptied out. “You seemed confident enough you.. *pant* take me in a..- *pant* .. in a fight– fuck–” Warm cum swells, coating your insides white. 

Your eyes roll violently to the back of your head, thighs squeezing desperately against him, instinctively trying to milk him for all he’s got, – despite the excess cum already spilling from your abused hole, kept in only by Sukuna’s massive cock. You're so drained, already milked dry, a few meager squirts of cum dripping from your cock. Was this the fourth or the fifth time..? 

You lost count ages ago, numbers losing all sense of value along with everything else in your head, Sukuna absolutely fucking your goddamn brains out. Dumbed by his cock, you could only limply gaze dreamily through lidded eyes, the look of utter worship on your face enough for him to harden once again inside of you. 

Sukuna grins down at your fucked out face, admiring you as his masterpiece. You looked so pretty impaled on his cock. Pulling your head back by your hair, he smashes his lips onto yours in a sloppy kiss. You truly were the best thing to come of his tedious, damned life. 

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Sukuna brain-rot goes hard-!! He's such a goofy lil' guy, I love him :3

[noodle-is-unstable]

JJK Characters and their Readers Vibes

Ft ~ Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Ryoumen Sukuna, Choso, Takuma Ino, Shiu Kong, Uraume, Yuki Tsukumo, Shoko Ieiri, Mahito

Synopsis ~ Just the personalities/how I envision the reader for each character

Content Warning ~ None? Idk

Original Ask

Gojo ~

Needs a soft love. Reader is someone that reassures him CONSTANTLY that they still love him and don't find him annoying. He needs someone that will match his gooey and over the top love style. Someone, soft, patient, and just as obsessed with him as he is to them. Unmatched Co-dependency and go everywhere together. If they aren't breathing the same air they're too far away

Geto ~

He needs a challenge. Reader will push back and put up a bit of a fight, especially when he's being hard headed. He loves with his whole heart and excepts the same. Some bullying vibes on both ends but it's more loving teasing. It isn't necessary to always be doing the same thing but there's normally some for of physical contact. Grabbing his shirt, his feet under your legs, fingers just barely touching, just some form of connection

Nanami ~

He wants someone level headed but goofy. Reader is the only person that keeps a smile on his face and makes him laugh. Reader become his world, his star, what his day revolves around and they feel the same. He wants someone he can peacefully co-exist with. Talking, touching, and being around each other 24/7 isn't needed, it's enough to just be in the same area.

Toji ~

He needs someone so insane, he's the normal one. Not judging him for his line of work because Reader does the same thing. If he's hard headed they're a brick wall. Reader looks at him like he's the only person in the world though. He never has to get jealous because they only have eyes for him. He is the light of their life, but Toji feels the same. Secretly co-dependent. Will never actually say it but if either gets up to go somewhere the other silently gets up to follow. The only time either leaves the house alone is for work and even then they work together a lot

Sukuna ~

Badass. His world revolves around strength and only the strong are worthy, Reader is strong. Reader has no fear and told him to fuck off the first time they met. He tried to kill the reader but just couldn't? Has been obsessed with them ever sense. They are warm, soft and kind until something happens and it's like a switch flicks and they are just as crazy as Sukuna. Also completely unbothered by his cannibalism or murdering. Has no desire to "fix him" will just match his freak. They spend most of the day apart but the second they're together again they are trying to fuse together with how close they are

Choso ~

He needs someone patient and kind. He's new to the world and needs someone that can slowly explain thing or answer his questions as he learns. Reader never so much as raises their voice even if they are pissed at Choso. Soft, loving and delicate. Reader treats him like a wet cat and will handle him with care, in return he gives unconditional love. They would live in each others skin if possible and are always going everything together. Complete package deal

Ino ~

Best friends turned lovers vibes. Reader and Ino may have been friends since childhood or just met a week ago but it's like they've known each other forever. Sarcasm and bullying are their love language while also constantly being obsessed with each other. Completely just two best 'bro' friends with benefits and love. They don't need to be together all the time but they just like it. They're each others safe space and peace and would rather game together than be anywhere else

Shiu ~

He likes them crazy. He didn't think he did until he met Reader though. The way Reader is completely and unapologetically themselves, even if they are insane, melts his heart and hardens his cock. Reader has no filter, if they think it, they say it and he likes the fact he doesn't have to play games with them. He also likes that Reader is his scary dog privilege. He can sleep soundly knowing the world would burn down and world war 3 would start before he was ever hurt. Emotionally or physically. They aren't in touching distance at all times but he knows Reader always has his location, or some form of eyes on him

Uraume ~

They need someone that will gently pull them out of their comfort zone. They need someone that understands they aren't the most expressive person and won't take offense to it. Slight sun and moon opposite vibes. If Uraume won't talk, reader will talk for them. Reader is absolutely a "They said no pickles" kind of person for Uraume. Reader likes to push Uraume but not in a way to make them uncomfortable. Uraume acts like they don't need or want affection but Reader knows better and will always pull Uraume onto their lap or hold their hand.

Yuki ~

Likes a bit of a challenge. Someone that will sass her and won't let her get away with everything. Reader takes charge in the streets but Yuki is in charge in the sheets. Reader will actively be arguing with Yuki with their head in her lap as she plays with your hair. Adventurous and up for anything they are chasing sunsets together and jumping into the ocean with their clothes on. They don't need each other but they want each other. They enjoy being close but can also spend weeks apart

Shoko ~

Reader is Gojo coded. Loud, excitable, bubbly ball of energy. Reader is probably best friends with Gojo actually. Reader and Shoko balance each other out. Shoko is more level headed, calm and it takes a lot to get a reaction. Reader is childish, excitable and gives big reactions to everything. She likes the excitement and unpredictability reader brings while she brings reader back down to earth and keeps them grounded. Reader will always want to be touching and holding Shoko, she's indifferent to it but enjoys their time together

Mahito ~

He is a little menace and needs someone that will keep him in line and put him in his place. He's low-key scared of reader but he likes the fear. Reader comes off as standoffish but is just very cool and level headed. Reader gives Mahito a soft, patient, gentle love but comes off very monotone and indifferent. Reader is very calculated and enjoys the chaos Mahito brings to everything. Mahito will do anything for Reader. ANYTHING. Mahito would live in Readers skin if he could without killing them. Reader isn't vocal about it but cares very deeply for him and is working on changing the world for him. Also enjoys the fact he acts like their shadow and follows them around

[harleehazbinfics]

OMGOMGOMGOMG HOW WOULD CHIEF CANNIBAL READER X ALASTOR REACT TO CHARLIE DAD COMING TO THE HOTEL

Love Rival??

A/N: POLLING IT RN, ARE WE MAKING THEM THE OFFICIAL RIVALS??? AND ALSO DO WE DESERVE A KISS? CUZ THIS CHAPTER IS THE CLOSEST WE WILL EVER GET TO INTIMACY

Cannibal chef! reader m.list | Author profile

The day finally came when Lucifer, Charlie's dad, would come to the hotel. So, out of consideration for your friend, you hosted a dinner party to leave a good impression on Hell's King himself.

So, you busied yourself in the kitchen for the past hour trying to whip up as much and as fast as you could, given the limited time you had been offered.

Everyone was gathered as they would on any regular day since you had started preparing breakfast. However, today they brought a little bit of... class~. They wore their best outfits seeing how special this event started to be and wore suits and dresses to dinner.

After everyone was present and settled themselves down. You appear before them donned in your chef's uniform, an apron wrapped around your waist stained with sauces and your hair curled, tied into a bun inside a hairnet. You introduce each dish that was placed down in front of them by Alastor's shadow puppets.

"Ooh! This pasta are incredible! Compliments to the chef!" Lucifer exclaims lifting his head and grinning at you.

"Oh, thank you!" you replied while gave him a polite smile and nodded your head.

While you we were wiping Niffty's face that was covered in the ragu with a napkin. Lucifer turns to Charlie and says, "Say, do you always eat together like this? I wouldn't mind staying here if that were the case."

While he was laughing at his own jest. Alastor, who sat opposite of him, glared at him not even being subtle about it. "It's a shame that his majesty has so many important matters to deal with. He hasn't even come to see how his daughter was in a while and finds his only reason to stay is through my companion's cooking," Alastor jabs at him while delicately cutting the meat on his plate that you especially made for him.

Lucifer splutters nervously as he aggressively denies the deer's claims. Lucifer watches as you approach Alastor's side and pour him his drink, seeing your heart shaped manic eyes ogling him while Alastor exuded a softer aura around him.

"Hohoho," Lucifer laughs in revelation before raising his own glass, "Uh, chef dear? Could you also pour me a drink?"

You raise eyes towards him, eyes turning normal before giving him another smile before coming over to his side. Lucifer gives Alastor a smug grin as you poured him the wine and sees how Alastor narrows his eyes at the blonde, as if asking him what the hell he was doing.

"So, you uh.. you made all of this by yourself?" Lucifer trying to start a conversation with you and keep your eyes off Alastor.

"Why, yes! Given I only had an hour to prepare, this is the least I could do," you reply with a small smile.

You didn't find it odd that much that this very important person was talking to you so candidly. You didn't really mind that much given how well he complimented your cooking so, all of his antics flew passed you head as he continued conversing with you.

By the time Lucifer decided to go home, you all gathered at the door to send him off. After he gives Charlie one last hug, he steps closer to you. All of you were confused at his actions especially what happens next.

"I'm sorry for my sudden intrusion then. I'd love to try you cooking some other time," he says with a flirtatious smile after he kisses the back of your hand.

Your eyes widen open as Alastor's ears peel back while giving the blonde a snarl. After he disappears, Alastor wipes the back of you hand on his coat and takes you to his quarters to get rid of the outrageous' sent off of you.

While in the bath as he scrubbed you down without batting an eye at your naked form. He takes the stained hand of yours and bites down on it with his sharp fangs deeply causing it to bleed.

"You belong to me. Got it?"

🔗TAGLIST:

@bonnie-02, @marxo5, @whaatttlaufey, @froggybich, @rybunnie, @midorichoco, @lucifers-silhouette, @kimmis-stuff

[borderline-culture-is]

Bpd culture is finding murder and/or cannibalism kind of sexual. please let me cut you open and chew on your insides this is the only way i know how to express how much i love and need you

(also feeling extremely weird about it. in no way shape or form is that normal.)

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[alastorss]

—ꕥ FOREVERMORE (MLIST)

warnings: literal and metaphorical cannibalism, non-sexual biting, alastor is a whole walking warning, canon-typical violence, co-dependency, probably slightly toxic relationship? possibly more to be added in the future

syn. If you took a peek into Alastor's heart, you might expect to find some select choices of rye from the speakeasies he danced at in his youth. Or perhaps you would see the endless bog of contracts for every soul he owned.

But here's what you would really see if you looked into Alastor's heart: you, with your jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut so tight that your brows are furrowed. Blood—lots of blood—spilling from your skin like liquid gold.

He's no monster in your eyes. He's just the devil. A beautiful, charming demon who you signed your soul away to. And he would know your love forevermore.

—ꕥ ACTS

i. to devour

Poor little lamb, so sweet and trusting. If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought you waltzed right into this shop knowing that the butcher wanted to flay you open.

ii. to love

iii. to change

iv. to become

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I'll be keeping this taglist separate from my normal one. If you'd like to be added to forevermore only, please specify in your ask and I'll only tag you in forevermore updates and not other posts. To those of you on my normal taglist, I've already added you here

@the-lake-is-calling @dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice @averylonelysea @bri22222 @cxrsedwxrlds @amarokofficial @anae-naea-zacheria @for-hearthand-home @fantasy-is-best @angixyc @th3-st4r-gur1 @i-am-nonbinary-bean-deal-with-it @dilemmaiscool @concentratedconcrete @squiword7 @clarakainda @princekeerys @iicarused @lillylovesalastorsm1 @veroneverleft @fandomfan-102 @mysterypotatoink @beaniedoodz @rileyglas @radio-static666 @ieatcocoa @cedarrthefluffylee @concreteburialplot

—ꕥ NOTES

Do not repost, translate, or modify my works in any shape or form. This work is TUMBLR ONLY. If you see it anywhere else, please report it

I in no way own these characters. They are property of Vivziepop and Hazbin Hotel. This story is not canon compliant but does roughly follow the same plotpoints as the main series. Written before season 2 release. Updates will be slow (❗️) but I'll do my best!

[tyriq-edits]

Wavewave - The 6 Swans

And each night he'd sneak out to sew a shirt of starflowers, silently hoping with each stitch to break his sons' curse.

CW: Kinda OOC

Eyyy finally some Wavewave love around here.

This AU is based on the Grimm Fairytale "The Six Swans"

However I will say right away that this is not 1:1 retelling of the Grimm's Fairytale. There are THOUSANDS of fairytales who all follow the basic plot beats of the six swans with some mild variations amongst them and I kinda pick and choose the stuff I like from them for this AU

So the AU begins with Soundwave and his children, the cassetticons. Soundwave is just a normal single father working hard to care for his kids.

Unfortunately one day Soundwave pisses off the wrong mech by being his typical stoic self.

The pissed off mech in Question being non other than Soundblaster. But instead of going after Soundwave directly, he goes after the ones Soundwave loves the most: His dearest children; The cassettes.

He curses them all to be Swans (I have not yet figured out what that would mean for Laserbeak) and mocks Soundwave by revealing to him that the only way to break the curse is by not speaking for 6 years while sewing shirts out of starflowers for each cassette, ignoring the painful stings in his digits from touching the petals

So Soundwave gets to work. He isolates himself into a cave in the forest by a small lake so he can be with his children at all time and spends his days gathering starflowers, drying them and then carefully stitching them together to form a shirt.

But on the 4th year King Shockwave finds the mute mech in his cave and grows fascinated with him and through fairytale logic they get married and maybe have another sparkling together (Send suggestions on who that sparkling should be cuz I can't decide)

Now this is where my version of the AU kinda varies from the Grimms' Tale. In the original Grimm's tale the heroine gets accused of being a cannibal and the King locks her in prison, planning to have her executed the following day.

So instead of growing suspicious of his Spouse because of rumours of Cannibalism, Shockwave sees Soundwave sneak out of the castle at night (to continue collecting starflowers for his cassettes' shirts and also to visit his children by the lake) and starts to wonder what might be going on. Through some rather faulty logic however he begins to believe his conjunx is either working as a double spy, meeting with one of their enemies at night.

So he follows his spouse late at night into the forest and sees him gather starflowers who (to Shockwave's knowledge) can be turned into deadly poison. So he concludes his conjunx is gathering herbs to poison him.

Shockwave approaches Soundwave mid-gathering and asks him directly "what are you doing here?" Trying to give Soundwave a chance to explain himself.

But like the very day they met and every day since, his conjunx stays mute and does not answer. So Shockwave takes it as a confirmation that his beloved conjunx wanted to poison him and locks him up in prison with the plan to execute him at sunrise.

But soundwave manages to escape from prison with the help of the swan-cassettes and runs back to his cave to finish the last shirt just in time before Shockwave and the seekers catch up to him. Shockwave witnesses as the curse his lifted and for the first time he hears his conjunx's voice.

Soundwave finally reveals the truth to his conjunx and they live happily ever after because I'm a sap!

As always: If you have thoughts or ideas for this AU let me know. Or heck you can post your own version (and if you do please tag me in it, I would love to see more Transformers Fairy Tale AUs)

[darlin-collins]

so one der wolfsjäger playlist,tag scrolling through escaped blog,5.5 notebook pages and 4 highlighters later i present

Der Wolfsjäger world building (aka types of werewolves/hounds)

all of this is directly taken from der Wolfsjäger playlist in the channel and from the lore offered here on his blog under "der Wolfsjäger" tag so far, this will be updated everytime we get new lore about the werewolves/hounds

you can correct me if you find any mistakes of what I said just please provide the source that you got the correction from and it has to be by escaped

first kind we meet and are interduced to isn't a werewolf but a dog/a hound,moon light hounds/Mondscheinhunde

these include WeißssHund and Gerald so far, they are very special dogs,they are huge in size,bigger than normal dogs and wolves, they understand human language and human emotion,their bite is harmful to werewolves, vampires ,miseries and other kinds of monsters,only their bite and silver wounds don't heal when the werewolves shift back into humans, they find their hunters naturally

→they come from a Reißzhan_rut (not sure if i typed that correctly)father and a human mother (impregnated by the father in his human form) they stay in human form until the ages 5-6 and they look like strange kids with silver hair and animal behavior and they don't speak,on one particular moon they transform into their hound form and are set to look for their fathers to (try) and kill them, abandoning their mothers, they chose a master who is a hunter and they bound to them for life,you become a real werewolf hunter when one of them chose you

-absolutely hated by all kinds of werewolves, they looks like wolves , aren't wolves,they understand their language, don't speak it,track and hunt their werewolf parents then bound with their enemies,and their bite is harmful to them and they don't know why, the werewolves are terrified of them, they are monsters of monsters

2. Moundheulers

-most common type of werewolves,cursed humans that transform into wolves, they have a strong uncontrollable bloodlust,in and out of their wolf form, enjoy Violence and likes killing humans which are their primary source of food, they kill in and out of moonlight, most likely to become serial killers and cannibals,the older they get the more powerful they become, they gain power every moon circle,and the older of them have the ability to transform under half-moon light,like goresume art as humans

"wolves that become man,wolves that speak ,has the mind of a man towers over 2 meters tall"

unless injured by sliver or by a moonlight hound bite,their wounds will regenerate the moment they shift back to humans

very agile creatures with weird bone structure,look like deformed monstrosities , with deadly claws

they have temporary control of their transformations, they don't transform at the first sight of moonlight,hence they can control where and when to turn to an extent

Fundamentally very smart but not because lycanthropy makes them smarter,but it cures fatigue, depression, chemical addictions,and gives their cursed a lot of motivation which make them feel and seem smarter

Johanne claimed to be a bestienkönig and those are of Reißzhan-Wut

they can't make new relationships after they turn,at least they can't fall in love anymore,but will maintain relationships before they've been bitten (for example: Johanne with his wife)

edit: Mondheulers don't stand on two legs, those are the Blutschreibers. Mondheulers are quadrupedal.

→ are a different type of werewolves, their primary source of food isn't humans,but they still hate them and will kill them (by eating them alive from the feet up and enjoy the sound of human suffering,will wear their victims teeth and bones on their necks)

they don't need moonlight to be wolves,they are born as and of wolves, hardly take human form,when they do , they are mostly nude and only adorned in their paint and jewelry

they see themselves as nobility-like of the wolves and distance themselves form humans, are almost always in packs and are tribe-like in my opinion

they are strong and big as bears,can be reasoned with and much smarter then humans,

they are the fear of the unknown and forbidden, everything around them feels like a warning, the forests get darker when you are nearing them, you forget how you got there, it turns into night-like scenery the closer that you to them even if it's the middle of the day, if you get close enough you might hear singing, of chanting and howls while everything else goes quiet a from normal birds chirping to sounds of normal forests it disappears and you could only hear them and the Wind

in wolf form they look like imposing animals with human eyes, they look at you with conscious intent almost like they're reading your mind, like they know everything about you but you cannot know a thing about them and they will kill you to keep it as such

very rare to see because almost everyone who did see them have been killed

they bear crazy names like smoke and rampage because they are very tribal and they distance themselves from humans, in Europe and Northern Asia they are always in packs, anywhere else they are almost 100% Renegades / outcasts

→as renegades/outcasts they are a problem to all werewolf types because if they are alone they are seeking humanity when they Rebel and, if they have kids (which are most likely to have violated the other parent) there's a 50% chance it's not a human and it's a Moonlight hound

unlike moundheulers, they might fall in love with a human

bestienkönigs are a folk lore prophecy of theirs, it's prophecy that it's a wolf that is the strongest being and will end humanity

Reißzhan-Wut can kinda stand on their hind legs, but they stand kind of the way bears do.

this kind of werewolves are not turned by biting or anything like that they are actually haunted by terrifying spirits

3. Blutschreibers

they are very intelligent cruel and very strong they are capable of blending in with society and they hold malice for All mankind

they can turn at will they are extremely rare

and they have two forms other than their human form,they can look like normal wild wolves or a bipedal form

they are chosen as children by evil spirits

The only fully bipedal wolves are Blutschreibers.

extra notes

-all of these have an uncanny Valley sensation except for Sombra desesda which are a type of vampires that blend seamlessly with humans

-all werewolves have two mouths one that speaks a human language that one is tied to only the lungs and their werewolves mouth which is tied to their lungs and to their stomachs which makes the growl noises

[echantedtoon]

Mermay Day 7 Ninja Lantern Shark

(Muzan is a rare pitch black Ninja Lantern Shark mer like the one in the article.

www.newsweek.com/scientists-find-new-all-black-glowing-shark-species-ninja-lanternshark-409718 

Warnings for mentioned cannibalism and death.)

The darkness of night was always dangerous to those whom did not heed the warnings of the monsters whom lurked within the abyss and shadows.

The woman knew that more than anyone else very well. Often finding herself confined within it's hold. Innocence ensnared like a bird within it's cage. Singing it's innocent melodies despite being condemned to be surrounded by cold iron bars. Forever ongoing. Swirling, swirling around.

The sun sank beneath the horizon to make way for his sister the moon to take her rightful place upon her throne of darkness surrounded by her army men of stars and comets. 'Cone out!' She cried out to her dark children that hid from the light. 'My brother and his infernal light is gone. Once more come out to greet your mother and wreck discord upon thine earth. Have your fun dancing in my gentle glow and bask in the darkness that I reign upon as I watch over you.' The monsters woul answer their mother's cries. Dancing. Reigning havoc over the darkness. Bringing entropy to every household they manage to invade.

A fire warmed up the skin as your lazy eyes watched the dancing flames in the pit. The flickering lights casted dancing shadows the lonely still walls. They frolicked in tune with their own rythme in their own universe. However the warmth of the fire kept your body warm and toasted from the cold outside. No doubt crawling with monsters and demons of the abyss walking forth towards you with every step they took. In tune with every breath you took. But you didn't mind. Infact within the darkness the maiden embraced their outstretched embrace.

Step. Step. Step.

Closer and closer.

Breaths of sins clawed their way from a maw that swallowed more innocent lives than the mind cared to remember. Smiling at a wicked whim remembered or a sinful coppery taste that it could still taste on the malicious tongue. Running the muscle along fangs sharp and destined to rip flesh from mere bond. However the sins of that life would be forgotten in exchange for the comfort of innocence that the night allowed him to have once every moon. Footsteps soft yet loud enough to echo through the darkness and approaching fast the house with remaining light. Light that offered warm and comfort but not protection.

F/c orbs opened slightly and turned. A door normally provided comfort and protection was no match for the class that ensnared it and pushed it open allowing the night and shadows to spill inside. The shadows morphed and molded like a child's puddy but blackened by evil sins and see through like shadows. It melded upwards into a shape that sprouted the form of a man but the eyes of a predator only found deep within the ocean's depths.

The sinful, wicked smile that soon melted into place on the face was delighted to see the one of innocent happiness smiling back to her. "What's this? You should know better than to leave doors open. But as long as I stand here, do you mind if I come in and warm myself by your fire?"

A giggle all too sincere made the monster's moldable heart beat against his own ribcage in anticipation of her answer.

"Come right in, Sir. Heaven knows how cold the night must be for you."

The monster did not hesitate given the permission. Coming inside to receive his reward for the sinful deeds he had done in the form of an embrace of the warmth she gave. The embodiment of darkness was enticing to say the least. Especially with herself entangled within his grip. It felt...

C o l d.

So cold, so frightening. Yet just for you. The blood ran cold yet so warm upon the strong arms around her. Eyes deeply staring through the soul wriggling, squirming in its hold. Gleaming teeth beside the eyes in a smile that was promising sin yet a love no one else gave. There for her, the one caught up into the grip of the night. the only thing they could do for them was finish them off — even if it was they who would have to suffer then.

"You have no idea what you do to me. Making me feel things a man like me has no right being happy to have."

Neither spoke for a long moment just staring into each other's eyes before a cold hand reached out to run his knuckles along her chin causing her to shiver before leaning into that hand that switched to caressing the soft warm flesh not hard scales or wet fins. A strong arm pulled her forward until they were chest to chest. His sinful freeze and her innocent warm glow. A sturdy arm held her close, the other cracked the back of her head gently as worlds apart connected in the ultimate declaration of affection between two partners.

Lines were blurring. Obsession with love. Madness within clarity. Starvation of touch with longing of burning loneliness. Passion and poison. Breaths were warm despite his cold body. Eyes soft despite their own desire filled look. Grip firm but restrained so much it hurts him how cautious he was being to not harm. Her soft skin burnt him! It burnt, it burnt-

It lit up his soul with unresolved longing he was never able to fulfill like this with anything else in his life.

It was so easy to trick humans with his allure whether a man or woman dragging them down to the depths for a meal or the occasional time he'd come ashore and assurt himself into society in his desperate search for a permanent human form instead of temporary spells or charms.

 Pretending to be someone's mother, partner, nanny, neighbor- It didn't matter again. As long as it suited his purpose. That's all this was supposed to be. A similar song and dance until he got what he wanted or he got bored and either left or devoir her and then leave. However he changed his mind once he first saw her and decided as just an ordinary woman you would be better suited against monster hunters compared to his past higher positioned 'partners'. He loved when he saw you sitting there smiling at him for the first time welcoming him back home with an open armed hug and kissing his cold cheek.

"You were taking so long. I was getting worried something had happened to the man I love."

The practiced grin from years of doing this gave away on his newest disguise. "I wouldn't dream of it. Sorry I took so long."

"Are you hungry? I made dinner."

"Oh no. I ate on the way here."

"Really? You must've been really hungry if you didn't wait."

"I was so hungry...I could've eaten a whole man."

Little did you know as you innocently giggled at his joke, was that he did. Your now dead neighbor who was getting too nosey for his liking. It was easy to assume his place as man of this household. 

You seemed more happy to please him than worry about him making you happy. You never complained about anything. Wishing him a good morning and breakfast every morning, and a clean house and dinner every time he came back home. Doing your best to take his coat and asking how his day was. Never pushy if he was upset. Stayed quiet most of the time he was around other than the occasional small talk or happy humming.

This was nice. Most of the time his past 'wives' or 'husbands' were too pushy or did something to get on his nerves, mostly by bothering him but here you were just happy to be a stay at home housewife and let him bring home the bacon as you doted on the creature you thought was your husband. None the wiser to the change right in front of him. You were an exceptional person and he could work with this.

However liking it wasn't a part of the plan.

He never expected to like someone doting on him hand and foot bringing him meals while he sat in the living room drinking tea and reading the newspaper. Never thought he would want to be hugged and kissed. Never thought he'd long to come back to do nothing but sleep against the warmth your body would provide. Never expected to want to see you smile and giggle at him.

Never admiring the domestic aspect of it all. Watching you hum while cooking food or cleaning up the home. Watching your face scrunch up when the lamp refused to work. Seeing you scared and flying to the nearest chair as you saw a giant spider.

He wanted ALL of it! And there was nothing stopping him from having you.

He pulled her closer deepening the connection for a blissful moment before slowly pulling away just a smidge. Their lips still touching as warm breath gently caressed his face as his dark eyes looked back in narrowing into possessive slits. Words whispered against lips as he spoke

.

"Don't say that. You're far from some beast on the streets."

Oh if only you knew of the monster that clawed his way out of the ocean only to ensnare you within his claws. A shiver ran over her body so close and it sent a smile against her lips from him. It pleased him so. Whispered murmurs against lips. Close as lovers could ever be. Arms around each other's bodies like a whirlwind would pull them away. Eyes closing with one last murmur against her lips.

"That's right, Darling. You're one and only. Mine."

[moonjellysfeast]

NSFW Alphabet - Ishna

A- aftercare

He doesn't feel too strongly about aftercare, though the amount of times your aftercare ends up being patching up a wound he gave himself, you can tell he finds you tending to his wounds incredibly sweet and soothing

B- body part

His favorite part of your body has to be your teeth, you're always reluctant to show your teeth from the weird visions which only makes them more special to him. He's got quite the oral fixation. For himself, he's very proud of his hips, he thinks his plush, wide hips make him look just pretty enough to deserve you.

C- cum

He'll be actually upset if you're cum doesn't go inside him, depending on his mood he may pout at you all day. Despite that, he does like seeing your cum on his body, he just also has to scoop it up and huff at you for almost wasting it.

D- dirty secret

It's not much of a secret but he's so incredibly embarrassed to admit he wants you to eat him, if you don't mention it first he will tell you about it while crying and ready to threaten you or his own life if you get disgusted by it.

E-experience

He isn't really experienced, he's always been off putting and uninterested in other's lives. He is very knowledgeable, tho, as he started researching the moment he fell for you.

F-favorite position

Mainly either missionary or against a wall. He wants to look at you constantly, especially while you're experiencing pleasure.

G-goofy

He can barely form proper sentences when you talk to him normally, he doesn't have a chance to be goofy during sex

H-hair

He naturally doesn't grow much hair but he tends to shave everything as he actively wants to feel smooth all over.

I-intimacy

Almost frighteningly intimate during sex, he's whining and moaning all cute and also making direct eye contact the whole time, he wants your bodies pressed close enough that you might as well be one.

J-jack off

As I said in his intro, he can cum just by knowing he's pleasuring you so he doesn't even need to actually jack off to masturbate. However, he tends to be too busy stalking you and planning your future to take the time to masturbate.

K-kink

Of course his main kink is cannibalism though he's also very into bondage. Typically he likes to be rendered helpless by you, it sort of comforts him that you'd actively chose him even if he can't do anything. He's also a little bit masochistic, he likes the way his wounds hurt and often he imagines a pleasant burn when you bite into him.

L-location

He prefers in your bed or on a table/counter, but he's not very picky. He doesn't want to be seen during sex but if you really want it, he'll indulge.

M-motivation

He tends to get excited watching you eat or especially by you wanting him. Just walk up to him and dryly say you're horny or tell him to bend over and he's immediately rock solid, ready to be pounded.

N-no

His only hard no is being left alone. I said in his intro as well, he will actively hurt himself trying to get to you. He doesn't desperately need to touch you but if you're not actively watching him, he will destroy himself to get out. That and cucking, he cannot do.

O-oral

He'll say he prefers to give but he's not incredible at it and he definitely enjoys receiving more.

P-pace

He doesn't have much preference for pace, as long as you enjoy him to the fullest, he's more than happy. Though if he had to chose, he'd favor a rougher, faster pace as he likes how passionate it feels.

Q-quicky

He doesn't like quickies much, you shouldn't be so busy as to not have time to have your way with him. They honestly just make him grumpy even if he cums hard.

R-risk

He loves to experiment with you, but it is a bit of a gamble as he can become a bit destructive if he really doesn't like something. Or if he likes it too much, but that's easier to redirect and he won't hurt you.

S-stamina

During sex, he doesn't seem like he has any stamina at all. After he calms down, though, he's ready to go again. It takes a LOT of effort to find the end of his stamina, like a never-ending handkerchief of sex.

T-toys

He much prefers skin-to-skin contact, but while you're away or busy, instructing him on how to use several toys is good enough that he can spend all day jerking off.

U-unfair

He refuses to tease you, if would feel sacreligious to him. He also would be so bad at it, he gives into your wants so quickly.

V-volume

Very very vocal but not very loud. He talks quietly too, but when he moans it's more of soft whimpers. He cannot silence himself but your neighbors absolutely will not complain about his sounds even if your walls are thin.

W-wild card He kinda wants you to view him like a doll, he really enjoys you dressing him up and if you can lift him easily, you won't be allowed to put him down ever.

X-x-ray

He's very small, almost a micropenis. He's like under 4 inches hard, but it's really cute.

Y-yearning

His sex drive is very low for how consistently he's ready to spread his legs for you.

Z-zzz

It takes him a minute to fall asleep after, really he can go about his whole day unaffected even if you fuck him for a while in the morning.