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[withonly-sweetheart]

HI JJ! Hope you're having the BESTEST day mwua anywa 1 & 6 for the ask game! <3

CHUNK TUMBLR IS HATING ON ME I DIDNT SEE THIS UNTIL NOW WHEN MY SHARK ANON POINTED OUT UR ASK GOT ATEN BY MY PHONE TUMBLR BUT NOT MY IMAC TUMBLR... SOO... SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE MWAH HOPE UR HAVING AN AMAZING DAYYYYY RIGHT BACK ATCHA POOKIE <333

1. what is your favourite thing about the fall?

ooooh i also have to add my halloween decorations they're just little drawings of cute halloween stuff on plastic that i made into keychains!! was thinking abt matching with the gang but they're being a lil bit salty rn so...

6. what is your favourite fall season film? (horror film, mystery, fall themed, whatever you like.)

hmmm i had to think abt this one for a bit... my favorite horror film is chandhramukhi with the og star RAJINIKANTH IN ITTTTTTTT ALL THE RAJINI FANSSSSS... raa raa... if u get the joke hmu i need bollywood movie fans!!! but for like english movies i think it would be 13rw AND IK WHAT UR GONNA SAY ITS NOT FALL THEMED AT ALL but the supernatural aspect of hannah coming back and all the dead characters still appearing to clay was sooo interesting and spooky and there was a real sense of mystery to it so im gonna go with that (bc i dont watch horror movies thinking abt getting into it tho!)

LYSMMMMMM BYE CHUNK <333 HOPE TO ESE U AROUND AND THANKS FOR DROPPING BYYYYY

[lsdunesarchive]

ranchodelalunastudio: we had the pleasure of hosting @.lsdunes and crew with @.alexnewps producing a few months ago and they’ve just released one of 2 songs recorded here.. BENADRYL SUBREDDIT . it’s a ripper. here’s @.frankieromustdie and @.timpayne_inthemembrane taking a selfie with chunk, who may have actually played a big part of the recording of… love to all

(Instagram | June 20, 2023)

[withonly-sweetheart]

what if you didnt...

• Life •

Sukuna grappling becoming a father while you give birth.

CW/TW: GN! reader, Labour/Childbirth, Sukuna typical violence mentions, BRIEF suggestive stuff, Nothing graphic, Religious metaphors & LOTS of life/death talk, (LMK if I should add anything else!)

Characters: Sukuna x Reader

AN: Nobody dies in this fic! It's fluff-ish. (It's Sukuna and reader giving birth, as fluffy as that can be man), prequel to this Descendant fic

   Life was such a fickle thing, not that it mattered to Sukuna. He was above life, death sickness and health, beyond it, above the proper empathy to care for it. It wasn't that he didn't understand, because he did, once mortal himself, and existing on this earth surrounded by the humanity that populated on it for years as a curse, he understood. But there was no legitimate reason for it to matter to him unless he could gain from a life, there was no reason to mind it.

And by the loose, greedy and otherwise just gluttonous standards of what it meant to be a creature of 'gain' to Sukuna, you fit it to the T, your life mattered to him. Your life, it was something he wanted, no needed to maintain to be kept satisfied, if you weren't there to be by his side, he'd be left starved.

To lose such a thing, would only ignite a certain wrath inside of him.

The screams of agony that parted from your pretty little lips had his chest twisting into a feeling of irritation. He much preferred your screams of ecstasy, making you scream his name in sweet pretty moans when he bedded you. Not this, screams of something he was also the culprit of in fairness, sobbed screams of pain as your body tore to birth his child.

Sukuna enjoyed such screeches of terror, weak defeated sobs he could rip and tear from the pathetic lot of mortals he terrorized, all of whose lives served no purpose to him. The issue is, yours does serve purpose, a great purpose to Sukuna. You're always there, by his side, and when you're not, it bothers him, he's greedy, hungry for you.

Your pain only infuriates him, he doesn't like it at all, no, he loathes listening to it.

Finally, finally, it stops after what felt like torturously long, it comes to a stop. Like that, the tightness inside his chest unwrapped, Sukuna didn't think he'd ever feel relief, he wouldn't need to, he had never fought an opponent he couldn't defeat, pillaged an army that would come close to his strength there was no concerns or worry for him to have to be relieved from. Yet here he was basking in such relief. Your screams stop, now instead replaced by the bothersome cries of something much more smaller. Squeaky small wails, that of an infant. his infant.

"Lord Sukuna." A muttered voice of one of the midwives comes through the door separating Sukuna from the delivery room. The door opens to the midwives attending finishing up and then all bowing in submission, their heads hanging low as Sukuna stands by the door-frame.

"Done?" He asks, more so a statement, a demand as everything he speaks is.

"Yes-" The meek voice of a midwife responds, she not daring to look up from the floor of the delivery room.

"Then what the hell are you dimwitted fools doing? OUT." There's the slightest growl in his voice at the command, one that though slight works wonders on any who dare stand in his presence, and to which without a moment of hesitation has all the midwives scatter out of the room, rushing out with their heads low. Only one pauses to shut the door behind herself, not wanting to risk the stupidity of leaving the door open.

Now, only the sounds of a baby's cries echo in the room, the small thing wrapped, protected in a small blanket. The moment is deafening as it is loud, there are as many thoughts as there is nothing in his eyes as he stares at the small baby you held. Yes, you made his child, 9 tedious months of him practically carrying you around everywhere and it was out now.

Sukuna was, well Sukuna, he didn't bother thinking much of the specifics, but rather the obvious reality of the situation during those passing months, and didn't see a reason to. He could still sleep with you, could still have you around, could still listen to your voice speak with him in converse. Was it different? Sure, but in no way that bothered him. Cravings? The King of the Curses can provide feasts. Tired? You needn't walk, he has four arms for a reason. The bodily change? Sukuna guts humans like pigs, the size of your stomach was far from grotesque to such a demon like Sukuna.

But now, he is met with the reality, the sight, the sound the smell of the newborn babe, absolutely reeking of familiarity, a literal complete being of two halves, Sukuna and you. It's overwhelming, and not in the way Sukuna likes, not in the hedonistic pleasures he enjoys but rather overwhelming in thoughts. Thoughts as rampant as blank in his mind, fogged like he was considering all of this.

"Sukuna." A clear call of his name comes from your throat despite its audible hoarseness of exhaustion, still as captivating as always, catching his entire attention. No one can command the Sukuna, but he doesn't need to be commanded when you call for him, because it's in his full will and gratification to come to your side, which he of course does. Stepping softly to where you are laid, surrounded by stained sheets, tools and incense presumably used in aid of the birth.

"What?" His throat rumbles, a question with no particular answer aside from the obvious literal whole baby you had birthed in your arms.

"Look at them... Beautiful, aren't they?" And perhaps by the grace of a god he'd doubted existed, there was a moment of serenity now, the fog cleared from the depths of his sick mind as he gazed upon the small bundle in your arms. That was your grace perhaps, no definitely, definitely your grace, you had bore his child.

That damned sinister grin came over his face as he reached down to the infant, the large monstrously large hand of his ever so delicately traced the cheek of the little one, a comical contrast between himself and the child. For the entirety of you and Sukuna's time spent together, he had considered you the only life that truly mattered to him, and now you had created a life from the mere womb, you've given him another life he'd find true importance in.

His child's life, blessed by the sanctified arms that cradled it.

"Divine, rather." He rumbled, a short snicker leaving his twisted tongue, but laced with genuine adoration. Utter devotion to this small life, to both two lives he had found himself so graciously gifted. Of you, of his child.

[hinamie]

cat nap :3

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[uncanny-tranny]

I recently had to do a project in one of my psych classes, and man, I knew that CBT was used for every little thing, but seeing over and over, "do CBT! CBT is the best for every mental illness!" was so jarring. I'm absolutely biased because of my own experiences, but I just don't think it's as universal a treatment model as it's touted.

If you didn't benefit from CBT, it's not because you're lazy or didn't try hard enough or lacked intelligence or foresight into your own needs. Frankly, it's a therapy model that (I think) shouldn't be the only readily-accessible model and among the only therapy models covered by insurance. Some of us should not be treated in a CBT model and that's okay. It's not a sign of poor character or unreasonable demands, and if you don't think it's a model that works for you, then it's your right to express that!

[3-aem]

i looked over whilst assembling another part of the couch and saw him having the time of his life

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hope you feel better soon!

I am riddled with ailments, but I stay silly!

[rockoblanco]

honkhonk ! 😳

[rocketbirdie]

deranged picnic

[l0verseyes]

happy pride to the two streetcleaners spawning near a staircase or around a corner

[carrotsofthepirabbean]

bttf au where they send Jennifer (criminally underused) to retrieve the sports almanac to avoid the tremendous problem of Marty accidentally meeting himself, which instead causes some tremendous other problems

[withonly-sweetheart]

HI JJ! 👨‍👧‍👧 & 🌝 for the ask game!! <3

HIIII CHUNK HRUUUU MERI JAAN HOPE UR HAVING THE AWESOMEST OF DAYS TODAY!!!

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic? 

erm one person knows bc i wasnt too secretive abt it and now she wont stop making fun of me... she recently read fortune cookies and currently bullies me abt the "doesnt ur mom kiss u goodnight" line WHICH I THOUGHT I COOKED WITH NGL... aside from that no because im respected well enough not to be seen as someone who "wastes their time"? if ykw i mean like people dont see writing as a form of relaxing they see it as something to excuse laziness...

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

AHHHH there's so so so many but rn i think it has to be *hides in shame* tim bradford and kenji sato LITERALLY MY ERA FOR KEN IS SOOOO LONG GONE BUT I GOT AN ASK ABT IT FROM MOOT SO.. aksjdklasjdklasjd tweaks i cant write anyone but leon's lame assssss and i sell at that too so i shrug to this

AHH TYSM FOR DROPPING BY THE INBOX KISSING YOU VERY HARD RN

[tiredyke]

every time queer discourse surges on this site everyone is so quick to jump to “it was actually the evil lesbians who divided us” because y’all heard the term “political lesbian” and never bothered to figure out what that meant

[turtletoria]

youre never gonna believe this. but i really liked the musical with the miserable middle aged man

[untitled-tmnt-blog]

I absolutely HAD to draw something for @phoebepheebsphibs's DTIYS (based on this pose)! I decided to mix things up a bit by experimenting with a more limited color palette, which was a pretty fun challenge.

[bearchuckles]

Whew, finally finished this badboy. Had this in the wings for a while but other things kinda kept taking priority so I didn't get a chance to finish till now! (Please do not take, save, use for AI training or repost- Thank you! Reblogs are fine ♥ )