#bc in my head- just hear me out

[luvkun4]

EREN IS A SWEATPANTS AND MAN BUN BF

YEA YEA YOU’RE RIGHT !!

if i’m honest though i think Eren is a basketball shorts bf too 🙈 just depends on the day for him y’know haha

[kenjakusbraincum]

Heey, I LOVE your writings on soft sukuna, you write so beautifully🩷 please can you do one where he is jealous (fluff)😭🩷

Thank you sm for the kind words!!! Here's my best attempt at doing your idea justice <3

Sukuna has no real reason to be jealous. He practically owns you, controls every aspect of your life, who or what could he possibly be jealous of? Every servant who dared approach you in an inappropriate way would be dealt with swiftly. And you're a good pet, who has eyes for no one other than your master. You really don't give him a reason.

But there's this one thing... Since you've been so good and obedient, Sukuna has allowed you many liberties. You're permitted to skip around the mansion, watch Uraume cook, even enjoy little hobbies. You've tried many before you found that crocheting particularly piqued your interest. Ever since you've learned the basics, you've been spending hours working on perfecting your skills. At first it was cute, watching you squint in concentration as you move the hook. But then the math became really simple - having this hobby to keep you busy meant you approached Sukuna out of boredom a lot less. And he noticed it. It irked him, but you're not technically doing anything wrong. You were still as happy to serve him as ever, he just had to ask. But why would he have to ask? You should be all over him on your own. He should have to push you away, not beg you to give him attention. He didn't like this disturbance in your master and pet balance that this little hobby of yours caused.

He stands at the door now. You're crocheting again. You and your favorite servant laugh at your failed creation so sweetly, you don't even notice he's waiting. He clicks his tongue to establish his presence, and your servant falls to her knees immediately. You however, are not held to that high of a standard anymore.

"Master!", you call him, and hop up to greet him with a deep bow. Before he can say anything, you've picked up the piece of fabric you've been working on and ran into his arms to show him.

He looks at the ugly form and scoffs. "This is what I'm sponsoring?", he says and pulls a loose piece of yarn, making your little creation fall apart. He always was a bully, but you note his bad mood.

"I'm only a beginner...", you sulk.

"That much is obvious.", he flicks the yarn away and it falls onto the floor. Before you can bend to pick it up, he seizes your wrist and pulls you back. "Aren't you a little young to waste time with hobbies for the elderly?", he asks. You look at him with your cutest, practiced doe eyes, but it doesn't work.

"Come, pet. I know an activity more suitable for your age.", he says when you don't respond, and steps out of the room. You hop after him, unaffected by his condescending comments. You know that they're just for show. If he really thought you were a hag, you would've been gone a long time ago.

"Sitting at your throne all day?", you tease innocently and join him at his side, sliding your arm underneath one of his. You hope your playfulness will distract him from whatever is bothering him. "Or in a bath?" His lower set of eyes peeks at you and smirks, noticing that you're feeling particularly daring today. He's not sure how he feels about that. "Or in your bed." He rolls his eyes gently and opens the door to his chambers.

"At least then you'd be serving your purpose and actually spending time with your master.", he comments and shuts the door. His comment catches you a bit off guard and you stop in front of his bed. He makes his way towards you, and you look up at him with an insulted expression.

"Master, are you jealous of a ball of yarn?", you ask playfully, and squeal when he suddenly pushes you down to sit on the bed. Now you're at eye level... with his crotch.

"You've got quite a big mouth today. Put it to good use for a change, will you?", he runs his hand from the crown of your head to the back of your neck. You seem to have struck a nerve, so it really is the ball of yarn. Is it possible that Sukuna is this clingy?

"Will you?", he repeats and tugs on your hair and narrows his eyes. You smile obediently and reach behind him to untie his obi.

"Yes Master."

-

You try your best to manage the time you spend crocheting from then on, working on productivity in the hours that you dedicate to developing this skill. And it helps that you have a specific goal in mind now: helping Sukuna realize that this hobby is a friend, not an enemy. He still catches you engaging in it sometimes, and gives you a dirty look, but you're as quick as ever to drop what you're doing and join him. That seems to satisfy him.

When you're finally happy with the result of your creation, you look for Sukuna around the mansion. It's not really that hard to find him, as he frequents three places most of all: the dining room, his bedroom and his throne room. This time, he's sitting on his throne, and a small line of people wait for their turn to be gifted his attention. You on the other hand, don't have to wait in line to get it. His lower set of eyes spots you the moment you enter the chamber. You're allowed to roam the mansion, but barging in unannounced is not standard even for you.

Still, Sukuna has learned that you usually only feel daring enough to cross boundaries when you're sure he'll like what you have in mind. So for now, he will let this slide. He's bored as hell anyways. The people are dismissed and you pass by them on your way to his throne, nestled on a pile of bones. You stop in front of it and greet him with a bow.

"Master, I come to you with a humble offering.", you say with your hands on your thighs and your eyes fixated on the ground.

"Show me.", he says simply, but you recognize entertainment in his voice. You climb up the bones and feel his stare scan you from head to toe, before you sit on his knee.

"May I ask you to close your eyes?", you ask and flutter your lashes. Oh the way you seduce him. Who else could ask Sukuna to do something as dangerous as close his eyes? Give his opponent valuable time to land an attack. Who else could dare? And who else would he ever listen to and really close his eyes? Really do as he's told? Oh how safe he feels with you.

You take one of his large hands into yours, and gently pry his long fingers away to open his palm. He has beautiful hands. The only ones you've ever known, but you're sure they're the most beautiful hands in the world. So dangerous, so elegant. You want to press a kiss to his palm, but you hope your gift will have the same, maybe even more profound effect.

Something soft touches his skin, and then you speak, as politely as before. "You may look.", in your softest voice. And when he opens his eyes, he finds himself looking at you first. You're an offering on your own.

Then he looks at his hand. Two crocheted plush figures resembling him and yourself lay flat on his palm, connected through their holding hands. At first glance, it looks like they're two separate creations. In a sense, they are, but... He tries to part them.

"We're sewn together.", you explain. He hums in amusement and inspects your gift more closely. His plush is bigger, recognizable by the pink hair and four buttons for eyes. It's even wearing his favorite kimono. Yours is smaller and less detailed. You look like any other human when placed next to him, insignificant. But in a sea of pets, entertainers and lovers he's had in the past, he would never fail to recognize it as you.

He's spent so long looking at it with that face of his that you just can't read. You're starting to grow restless in his lap, and he feels your eyes dwell into his soul. When he looks back at you with one pair of eyes, your brows are furrowed in worry and you're fiddling your hands in your lap. He pats you on the head and pulls you closer, so you have no choice but to lean on his frame.

"It's beautiful, darling.", his fingers run through your hair, scraping your scalp softly. "No loose threads either.", he looks at you with all four eyes now, and you feel so small in his arms. You're not used to receiving this many compliments from Sukuna at once. Not ones that weren't directed at your body or performance. Especially not when he's looking at you so tenderly, when every word sounds so loving and genuine. "You've improved so much.", his hand is on your face now, and you catch him glancing at your lips. You part them to start thanking him, but you already know how much he hates listening to that.

You stay quiet instead, and lean closer, letting him take you. And he kisses you so softly, fingertips light against your heated skin. You feel like you're floating, like a lily pad in a warm pond. The littlest gesture of his affection has you melting in his embrace. The power he has over you... and how wonderful it is to surrender yourself to it.

None of the liberties and privileges you've been awarded with compare to this. You know that many pets have walked these halls before you. Many warmed his bed and claimed the title of his favorite. But how many loved him like this? Enough to dedicate time of their day to making intricate gifts. How many could say Sukuna kissed them lovingly, for no other reason than to show gratitude and affection?

You're flushed completely red by the time his lips leave yours. You can't hold the intensity of his gaze, as he stares at you in adoration. "I'm happ.. I'm glad you l-like it...", you stumble through the words and win a giggle out of him. You are just so cute. Like a pet should be. He rubs your head again and pushes you away lightly.

"Go now, the people await me.", he says with a benevolent smile gracing his face. "I'll see you tonight."

You bow to him and leave.

And when you visit him that night, he is as gentle as he was when he kissed you earlier, still in a good mood after your gift. Caressing your hair, shoulders and back, as you lay comfortably with your head on his chest. Keeping you warm in his embrace. You're trying your best to follow the conversation, but sleep is slowly taking over you. Sukuna notices and plants a kiss to your forehead, wishing you goodnight. The last thing you see before your eyes close, is your handcrafted plushies sitting on his nightstand.

[tzarrz]

to all people who said PART 1 made them laugh - i lov u 💗 this is for u

[skitskatdacat63]

Every time I read Fernando cursing in fic, I can only think about this clip and then my brain short-circuits

[puppyeared]

I just skimmed through the art part of your blog and holy bajeebus your LMK art is so beautiful and the headcanon ideas you come up with are so good I wanna steal em-

Kinda wanna see like a part 2 of the little angst you did between MK and Macaque a while ago. It's so interesting and I wanna see Macaque's reaction in your art style. (You don't have to of course, it's just a suggestion [idk if i spelled that right])

Thanks for reading and hope you have a good day/night!

Hope this is to your liking ^^

Part one here

[moeblob]

kitty kitty kitty

[thekittyokat]

Hi! Please please please, could you tell me more about your coffin chain ideas?/nf

I am obsessed but barely anybody has jumped onto the ship yet and I am VERY new to the fandom so I wanna wait with making it myself until I know more lol. You are lowkey fueling this entire operations and I wanna thank you for that either way.

(rubs my paws together) you have no idea what you've unleashed anon i've been holding onto this ask specifically bc i've been sapping dopamine from it like a little leech waiting until i had time to hastily doodle up a little dynamics timeline for different stages of the ot4

i REALLY hope this makes sense . i feel the need to say this every time i post abt coffinchain but my ideas are rly specific and i've had time for them to infect my brain like mold so i'm defo ready to accept this all being rly niche and really just for me and like 3 other people

buuut if this little peek into my mind speaks to ANY of y'all i absolutely encourage implore and beg you to send me asks and ideas and whatnot about these 4 bastards literally whenever you want!!

TL;DR one half of the trauma bonded couple reaches out and forms an immediate kinship with the big scary guy that no one likes & convinces his petty boyfriend to let him fw them. then he starts bringing his deranged fbi otter around they start double-dating only for it to become a situationship and then the worst polycule ever

[miekasa]

Ok but-

Gojo insisting you kiss his cheek / neck / anywhere really before your lipstick is dry bc he loves to let the world know he's taken by you

Cries and yells. He’s not even subtle about his… thing (he refuses to call it a fetish or a kink, and will insist it’s just a you thing he’s got). He pretends to not pay that much attention to you while you’re doing your makeup, but the second you get to your lips, he straightens up—if he were a dog you would see his ears stand up, you’re certain of it. Follows the curves of your lips while you apply it and gives you that crooked smile when you’re done, “You look so pretty, my love. Why don’t you come give me a kiss?”

“You waited until now?” you question, turning and standing with a pout, “My lipstick will get all over you.”

Satoru shrugs, that stupid, stupid, lovesick smile still sat on his face; and it only grows wider when he watches you pout with color-stained lips. You look pretty like that too, he thinks. He wants a kiss, but maybe he should keep you talking, or pouting—briefly he wonders how your stained lips would look quivering while crying, wonders if you’d let him make that happen tonight.

“I don’t mind,” he answers, stepping forward, a gentle hand tucked under your chin—because while he doesn’t mind you smearing your lipstick on him, he knows better than to cradle your face after you’ve done your makeup, lest he really get chewed out. Though, briefly again, he thinks about how you kinda look pretty when you’re mad at him, too.

“You will when you’re covered in it,” you laugh, innocently, “And I don’t see any reason to waste it.”

He tilts his head, flickers his gaze to your lips, then your nose, then your eyes, “Is it a waste even if I’m asking?”

(“Wouldn’t you do anything for me?” is what he’s asking, “I would for you,” is what’s left unsaid).

“I suppose not,” you smile, reaching up to hold Satoru’s face between your hands. He waits, eyes closed, for you lean in and kiss him and he hums when your lips finally meet him; but you’re pulling away too soon, and his turn to pout, “More.”

He doesn’t open his eyes, doesn’t dare let you see just how desperate he is for you to touch him and claim him, but there’s an overwhelming sense of pride and happiness and mine mine mine that washes over him when you indulge him with another kiss. And another, and another, and soon he’s turning his head to make sure you hit his cheek instead, opening his eyes to catch the shock on your face. A glance over your head allows him to see his reflection in your vanity, blood rushing to his cheeks when he catches sight of his lipstick stain on his face.

He’s a bit disappointed when you firmly tell him that, no, he cannot walk into your dinner reservation with a lipstick stain on his cheek and that you won’t leave with him until he washes it off. He lets you, only because he makes you promise him one more, watching with greedy eyes as you happily waste another layer of lipstick just to bring Satoru’s hand to your face and kiss the inside of his wrist. The mark protrudes only the slightest bit under the cuff of his shirt, hidden completely with his blazer, but it feels like it burns his skin and all his layers throughout dinner.

Satoru’s practically vibrating by the time he’s asking for the check, the glimpse of his lipstick stained wrist enough to make him half-hard and delusional enough to turn down dessert in favor of getting home quickly. “It’s okay,” he muses, when he’s back on top of you, mouth and neck and collars messy with you naked under him, “I know how you can make it up to me.”

[milkbreadtoast]

looking back at the yjh webtoon screencaps i have saved and giggling... hes so cute... moe... my pookie ^___^ 🥰🥰 poor little meow meow woof woo- *eliminated where i stand*

also these poses are sooooo... 꺄아악🖤🫣🫣🫣🫣

[beanghostprincess]

If I don't see my guy Usopp on Elbaf soon I will probably disintegrate from existence

[kagoutiss]

some bog & rya from my last sketchbook

[strawberrygiorno]

So Joyce and the Paledriver both seem to experience Shivers or, at least, something similar to it

[ID: A screenshot of Disco Elysium dialogue taken from FAYDE. It reads:

JOYCE MESSIER - "No. We asked East Motor Tract to raise the drawbridge. The road company is a partner of one of our subsidiaries. However..." She pauses, looking to the sea.

JOYCE MESSIER - "This is a limited-time opportunity. Once the complaint has been processed by the trade committee they'll have no choice but to lower the drawbridge -- and the operation will continue." She looks north.

JOYCE MESSIER - "Thousands of litres of raw ingredients will pour onto the streets of Revachol. Not the East, across the river, but the West. The vulnerable, the weary..."

SHIVERS - A cold breath rushes in from the bay, making its way down the alleyways and potholed streets -- from Martinaise to Jamrock. In the traffic you hear the clinking of glass vials, concealed beneath tarpaulin. Or is it just your teeth chattering in the cold?

YOU - (Shiver.) "Fucking misery."

End ID]

[ID: A screenshot of Disco Elysium dialogue taken from FAYDE. It reads:

JOYCE MESSIER - "No. I would say the apes were *neutral*." She looks at you, her gaze sharp.

YOU - "They're *good* apes, actually."

JOYCE MESSIER - "I don't know about that..." She turns north, to the bombed out buildings lining the waterfront, then shivers slightly.

End ID]

[ID: A screenshot of Disco Elysium dialogue taken from FAYDE. It reads:

PALEDRIVER - "Lomonossov's Land. Udachnaya Zemlya. The Western Plain..." She nods and closes her eyes again, letting her mind submerge...

SHIVERS - A terrible cold comes over her. Rattling her teeth, as she stares inward.

PALEDRIVER - "The Trans-Katla Magistral. U41-A. As Estradas do Mirador. All the good ones. The deep trenches. Where the bluebirds fly." She opens her eyes again and shudders.

End ID]

Joyce will compare her over-radiation to Harry's deal, and Harry can compare his deal to the Paledriver's over-radiation. Shivers seems to grow stronger the closer Harry is to the church (the check to find the coat, the check to find Ruby at the Feld building, Revachol speaking to Harry, etc). It seems pretty clear to me that Harry's weird psychic abilities and memory loss are symptoms of over-exposure to pale.

This makes it even more interesting that Harry has had similar blackouts before and had an interest in entroponetics. It sounds like he was probably exposed somehow even before he ended up in Martinaise, maybe even knew of another hole. It all raises so many questions!!

[solargeist]

despite my previous post, I don’t know how to handle when people talk abt things I don’t know or understand bc I focus too hard on my own reactions so I don’t accidentally offend them bc there’s only so many times you can say “oh really?” before you sound sarcastic ‼️💥

[isa-ah]

for people who have anxiety but live alone anyway: how do u deal with the panic? I live with 2 other people and still have bubble burst moments of random fear that only gets soothed by putting myself in someone else's eyeline. what do you do when the catastrophising starts???

[puppyeared]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[moeblob]

I'm sorry for the OC brain rot on main....

(the lines are from a post about "tag yourself: awkward/unflirty Sims edition" and honestly? all my OCs are awkward/unflirty so ... yeah...)