#and relieve of this did he or did he not anguish 🥺

[fayromance]

Little did I know back in the fall when I commissioned this cute "lovebirds chilling by the sacred oak" fanart that their actual interaction by a tree is going to be so scary and heartbreaking 😰

The Fate* is laughing at me 😭

*also known as Alice from RC

[sukunas-wife]

the Dadkuna series is great!!! Sukuna isn’t my main character that I like in jjk but this series has me SAT and WAITING for the next upload! I’ve always wondered though what momkuna and dadkuna’s relationship dynamic is. We get that sort of in how they met but what about when their relationship is established? I get the sense that obviously dadkuna would quite literally do anything for her but what exactly goes through his mind when he thinks about her?

Oh? Guess whose back 😎🤧

Me- I’m sickly too 🤭 but! The blog is picking up 🥺 and I’ve been working on this for a good time so here you go 🤍🤍🤍

(Indentions are thoughts, things he didn’t actively say out loud 🥺🤍)

Lord Ryomen Sukuna, though emotionally stunted and constipated, loves his wife. Would level cities and kill men easily if she didn’t have such a strong hold in him.

But he’s a misogynist at heart to an extent. He wants you at home with his kids being his cute little wife that he knows he can always come home to. It was your overwhelming passion for helping women who couldn’t bear children that convinced him he could let you live your life, as long as he knew he had people there to look over you when he couldn’t.

He appreciates the fact that when he’s tired, covered in blood that’s not his own, and carrying the exhaustion of his war ridden day, there you are rushing to him when he enters his temple. Disregarding your fine silk robes and the blood partly way on his body. The way you cling to him, always so happy and relieved to see him come home.

The first time he came home after being gone for so long, he remembers how you cried and held on to him, your anguished filled cries when you cried about how you thought he was never coming back, how you were scared he’d left you alone. He remembers how his hands found your waits holding you a bit away, another hand coming to cup your face, thumb wiping away your tears when he looked at you with tired eyes, “It would take the militia of this land's greatest sorcerers to even consider preventing my way back to your embrace.” Your teary eyes softened before you buried your face in his chest again hugging him and clinging to him.

He longed for that feeling of your embrace whenever he would leave you behind, he could deny it but on his way home to you, his heart ached and longed to feel your embrace and hear your praises of how he had returned. You cried no more because you were filled with that confidence he would always return.

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He’s a traditional man with his one form of values, not once did he long for sexual pleasure or was he consumed with lust. Misery, pain and the screams of his victims fueled him and filled him with an immense pleasure no woman’s body could ever possibly offer him.

They were all the same, sultry, scandalous, attention seeking harlots, prostitutes and women. Thinking they could better their lives if they could slip into his bed. They were wrong, every woman who he allowed to enter his bed chamber under these pretences had walked in with starry eyes and ambition. Only to cry and scream for their life while he slowly dug his nails into their flesh tearing them all apart, slowly and agonisingly. That was until he saw you that one day, any girl of age would’ve started to present themselves to him in shy or subtle ways hoping to catch his eyes. There you were kneeling out of respect in his presence, scared you had offended your lord.

‘Oh? Is this little morsel afraid?’ Fear filled and humbling yourself before him. You couldn’t look at him, there wasn’t an ounce of “I want to sleep with this man.” And yet these feelings caused a sentiment in the depths of his chest, something stirred inside him, you head captured his interest (non sexual at this point). ‘Hmm?, this will be a fine pet to break.’

You were a phenomenon in the temple, one he wanted to study, to take into his clawed hands and mould, twist, stretch and push to the edge and then just over the point of breaking to see what would become of you. Yet, once he had you in hands reach, once you were close enough for him to graze your skin with his nails… he didn’t treat you like a common daisy or water Lilly, no he took you into his hands like a Lotus floating on the water's surface. Making elegant work and taking care of your delicate bloom. You would be his delicate lotus that no one else would ever take the joy in having.

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“My gratifying queen, My delicate lotus, My benevolent wife.” Words he doesn’t speak so freely, he whispers them against your skin whenever you’d sleep by his side.

Delicate words and honeyed names had never once crossed his mind in his existence. Yet here he was, allowing himself to indulge in the smallest amount of vulnerability with these words. The press of his feverish kisses against your neck and cheeks between every word.

‘My little beloved pet, so tired, sleeping away the wares of today. How could something so small and insignificant like you cause this shift in my existence hm?’

The back of his hand brushing hair away from your face, nails grazing the side of your face lightly, he held you in his embrace watching you. Two arms securely around you, one supporting his head, the other kept grazing your skin. You’d stir in your sleep when he shifted slightly away from you to lay on his back. You’d become so used to his body heat even on the hottest days you’d search him out half awake.

‘My little lotus,’ he closed the space between you, pulling you into his side again, ‘rest your weary head without worries of tomorrow, I’m here to hold you now.’

He wouldn’t admit it, he didn’t even know it at that moment, but he was absolutely smitten with you in ways he had yet to comprehend. But it showed in his subconscious movements. A hand on your lower back or waist guiding you, knowing you’re close and safe.

Bringing home little jewels and trinkets he’d usually never spare a second glance . That is until a stone sparkles in the light of his flames and he stops briefly to take a close look.

My queen would look Devine with these adorning her neck. These stones would make fine pieces for my wife.

It was a shock when he came home one night waking you when he sat on the bed. You sat up sleepily while he handed you a bag of precious stones and jewels telling you he had brought you a gift, a free hand of his brushing your hair back and bringing you closer by the back of your head so he could kiss your lips.

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It was your wedding, there you were standing beside him in the Ceremonial Robes. You stood on his right, his eyes looking down at you.

Hmm, What an enticing display, to have my little pet dressed up so exquisitely for all to see and admire.

Even more enticing to know soon you’ll be round with my child, what an ethereal sight you will be laid out in silk robes and swollen carrying my legacy

My delicate little lotus, my malevolent queen, my gratifying and honourable wife. Perhaps these thoughts never be spoken aloud with heavy sentiment. But I vow myself to you in this instant, that I will do all to assure our future, our health, our children and our endless lives.

I will assure your hand never be left cold nor alone as long as I can take it. nor will it ever be lifted in vain or to labour. Your stomach is never empty as I will assure you have the finest wine and a feast every night if it’s what your little human heart desires, your head will always have a place to rest even if it is only on my chest. Your nights will never be cold, your days will never be short, your loneliness will exist no longer, and your heart will be mine, and mine will be yours.

It wasn’t all he told himself, but it was in the moment you felt a warm sensation against your skin, on your chest below the centre of your collar bone but above your breast was the same mark you’d seen on his tongue very few times.

Ryomen Sukuna DID NOT enjoy the thought of staining your teeth black, instead he took your hand, as if vowing and brains you, the ring finger of your left hand, the base faded to a black band, above it a snark mark matching your chest and another thin black bank, just below your nail was another black band. That’s how your little husband decided to present you as his.

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[yougainedlove]

can i get kris, flowey and chara's reactions to the reader gently kissing their foreheads while they're sad 🥺🥺

oh you sure can

soft sad babies.............. being comfort.............................. I’m love

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CHARA

Ahahah… you are so incredibly careful with them. Have you mistaken them for something delicate which needs to be treated cautiously? Despite their initial surprise, they’re mostly in a good place regarding touches from you, so it no longer startles them. Their usual coping mechanisms are in full force, laughing in an effort to convince both you and themself that they’re okay even though, yes, they’re sad. Their face is flushed both from the strain of holding back their emotions as well as being flustered at your attention. It takes a moment, but… they do finally break down and quietly admit that they’re upset, that they’re relieved to be upset with you so near, and it’s clear your gesture was a comfort to them. They’re so used to hiding things and they’ve forgotten what it’s like to have someone outside their family be able to tell when they’re sad despite their constant smile.

FLOWEY

What the… HEY! Get off him, will you?! He doesn’t need you slobbering all over him just because you think he looks like he wants a hug or something! Off!! He’s almost like a cat, hissing at you trying to get you away. He’s so freaking unused to affection and has such a hard time actually feeling the whole of nice things because he doesn’t have a SOUL anymore. His knee-jerk reaction is to push it all away, because he can’t fully understand it, so if he doesn’t experience it, that means he doesn’t have to try to understand it. Win for him! But… as soon as you’re pulled away from him… the anguish comes back, with no soft cushion to make it hurt less. What was that? What did you do to make it not hurt quite as much? Once he’s tasted your comfort and then pushed it away, he starts to feel like… things were better with you than without. Dammiiiiiiiit. It’ll be up to you to try again; the last thing he’s gonna do is go crawling back and beg for that stupid, mushy shit!

KRIS

Mmmmh… okay, okay… that’s pretty nice. But what do you think you’re doing here, wasting your time with them and their bad mood? You should be doing something more… worthwhile. They’re accustomed to everyone thinking they’re always in a bad mood, always kind of melancholy, so people have mostly stopped trying to offer comfort unless it’s incredibly clear. Kris’ emotions outwardly are very subtle, so they’ve gotten used to not being comforted when they’re sad. You… kind of get it, though. You can tell if they are. It’s different to have someone just come up and try to comfort them on a hunch even when they’re not being obvious about their sadness. They take your hand, and mumble a quiet thanks, and they lean against you. It’s hard acting like they’re a strong, silent rock all the time. Just that small gesture makes them feel so much more like a person. They… would be very okay with you doing it again, if you wanted to.

[mickmilkovitchi]

Quick headcanon challange-

Where do Ian and Mickey live 5 years after canon?

What do they do for work?

Does Fiona come back to Chicago? Does Mandy? Do Vee and Kev?

How are the Gallaghers react to Frank's death?

A cute little head canon you feel like sharing?

Feel free to send it to your favorite blogs 🖤

hii, this is so cool thank you for sending it to me🥺💞

english is not my first language and im terrible with my words lol but here it goes:

1- I like to think that in 5 they are maybe thinking about starting a family 👀, they stay in west side but have a house with a backyard so their little one can run 🥺. Idk if they would go back to the southside but i can only see that happening so they can stay close to family etc etc

2- I love that they work together and have their own thing going on but emt!ian or nurse!ian is my religion!! In my head after a while ian goes back on being a emt and mickey continues the security job, he loves being the boss and he is so good at administering it and he is so proud of himself! (im proud of him as well)

3- maybe to visit family but i dont belive she comes back to stay u know, to me she has a girlfriend and her business is doing well and she is happy 🥺, the same thing for mandy, she reconnects with mickey and she talks with him and ian every week about the most stupid stuff and they are best friends!!!

( idc what happened in the show to me mandy and fiona were at the wedding lol)

Now i do belive Vee and Kev come back to stay because i just cant imagine the southside without them lol.

4- honestly i do belive they were relieved, maybe not at first, the beginning was a little hard because losing someone is never easy no matter what that person meant/did to you, but frank put them all in terrible situations mainly when they were all very young so after the sadness or the feeling of 'anguish' it became relief.

5- mickey and ian get a at least 4 rescued pets. It starts with a kitten they see on the street and decide to take care of and evolves into a house/apartment full of cat toys and their galleries are full of pics of their pets just existing, they there's even an instagram with pictures of their babies 😻.