#cosmic cannibal

[cosmiccannibalcamille]

YOUR Venus in Leo HOROSCOPE

What: Venus in Leo

When: July 11 - Aug. 4, 2024

Who’s Impacted: EVERYONE, but especially Fixed Signs (Leo, Taurus, Scorpio, Aquarius) and Fire Signs (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius)

Takeaway: Romance and passion reach scorching temps, as the need for bold self-expression (and secret validation) steer your desires. 

     Remember Venus in Cancer? (I do, but that’s because I’m a Venus in Cancer native. And we remember everything.) The love planet’s transit through the cardinal water sign likely saw you pinching pennies, cooking fudge brownies, and staying home every night like a domestic goddess, but all that’s about to change. On July 11, Venus, the planet of love, money and beauty, enters feisty, fabulous, and oh-so-extroverted fire sign Leo.

     The short of it: 2024 Venus in Leo does away with any coyness and comfort-seeking, and instead ups your ante for courage, confidence, passion, play, and lots of good hair days. So, you might find yourself splurging on luxurious treats, flirting shamelessly, or proudly asserting your worth to the world. (After all, Leo deserves the very best and will never, EVER settle for less.) 

     You might also notice your power of attraction—aka your magnetism—cranking up. So too will your hunger for attention and adoration. Yep, with Venus in Leo, there’s a heightened concern with performing and looking good. Exhibitionism skyrockets, as you crave being seen / valued and validated. So, you’ll probably be going out more, trading in those cozy nights at home for rip-roaring good times out on the town! Although a word of caution: Attention may, at times, feel like a competition that you NEED to win. At least until Aug. 4.

     So from July 11 through Aug. 4, you’re also more inclined to be big and bold in your displays of affection. This means, the louder and prouder your partner is about being with you (and vice versa), the happier you’ll be. Now, if they aren’t loud and proud, or they don’t give you enough attention, you’re likely to roar in fury and demand to be treated like the royalty that you are.

Get the FULL SCOOP on Venus in Leo, including in-depth horoscopes for YOUR Sun / Rising Signs on The Cosmic Almanac:

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Stanley wasn't sure if he was supposed to be dead. He wasn't all too sure if he was supposed to be alive, either.

He was... somewhere. He didn't know where exactly, but it didn't matter. Nothing really seemed to matter all that much in this strange place. Compared to the unfathomable expanse of nothingness that surrounded him, everything else practically paled in comparison. Still, Stanley felt as though this all-consuming abyss that kept him prisoner within its dark maw deserved a name; at the very least, a title. Yet, it didn't feel right to call this place anything. Death too egregious, and Life too extroadinary; either terms felt far too extreme to his liking. There was nothing particularly hideous nor amazing about where he was. He was simply somewhere in-between.

For as long as he could remember, Stanley's world was just that. This somewhere; this in-between of not quite Death and not quite Life. This empty, greedy abyss that seemed to swallow him whole, stretched as far as the eye could see in every direction. There was no sky, no ground, no anything; only the daunting dakness engulfing his every senses and leaving him horribly, hopelessly blank.

That wasn't all there was to it, however. This... somewhere, it was more than just a lifeless void.

Stanley wasn't sure if he could find the right words to properly describe it. He didn't think he could ever come to fully understand the feeling himself, but. Somehow, the abyss felt... hungry. Unimaginably, insatiably, and unbearably hungry.

The hunger seemed to eat away at Stanley, tearing off pieces of him chunk by chunk, piece by piece. With every blink, another part of himself seemed to disappear into the ravenous darkness around him. The void never took much at once, only pieces; nigh imperceptible impossibly tiny crumbs of what made him- so little that they should have hardly mattered in the grand scheme of things. But Stanley noticed. He noticed every particle, every atom that was taken away from him by this greedy hunger. The darkness was eating him; digesting him.

It was as though hunger was all that mattered in this somewhere, this stomach; the world itself a single immense digestive system. He could practically feel the void's biting hunger pangs reverberate through his bones. It was so hungry, so hungry.

The dark ate him slowly, ripping him apart from inside out and outside in. It took his flesh first; stealing away the muscles and fat beneath the skin, leaving behind nothing but meager skin stretched over bone. Sometimes, not even his bones were given the luxury of being spared, and he would find himself with an odd dip in his side where the abyss had taken a rib or two; or with half his face lopsidedly sagging into a limp mess with no muscles, fat, nor eye socket to properly hold up the skin of his face onto his skull.

The hunger took without mercy, without order nor preference. It ate anything, everything, as long it helped abate the forever stabbing, starving desperation that painfully twisted and tore at its non-existent stomach. It never really was satisfied.

It got worse when it started eating his memories.

Stanley despised the thought of losing more of himself than simply his physical body to this greedy void. However, what terrified him far more than the notion that this insatiable hunger could breach even his mind, was the fact that he couldn't remember which memories it took.

Stanley couldn't remember much; before the darkness; before the endless hunger. He liked to imagine, though, of what he could have been before. He'd probably had a warm home, warmer than the cold, cold abyss. He'd probably had a loving family. Probably. He couldn't remember.

Everything turned unsure when his own mind started failing on him. Stanley tried to cling to what little he knew. He had his name held tight in his iron clad grip, repeating it to himself like a mantra. He would try and keep track of time, but it was all in vain. Time didn't seem to matter in the face of hunger. Perhaps it had been years since Stanley's arrival; hundred, maybe even thousands. Or, perhaps it had only been a few days, weeks, months. Stan once had a fleeting, terrifying thought that maybe Time too was already victim to the darkness' insatiable hunger.

However, as much as Stan could forget his past, his identity, and life, perhaps the most tragic loss to him greater than anything else was the memory of Him.

He was important to Stanley. He couldn't remember why, but he was. There was nothing of Him left in his memories. No face, no name; not even why He mattered to him in the first place. All he knew was that the loss of Him had struck him with such profound heartache and sorrow that it had left him weeping helplessly for so long, unable to move and rooted in one spot for days, weeks, years. He couldn't remember how long.

Stan was only snapped out of his comatose stupor by His hand.

It was all that was left of Him, other than the knowledge of His past existence. It was warm, a glowing red hand that pulsed almost reassuringly within Stanley's own, its long six digits curled tightly and firmly around his hand, never once faltering in its grip. He couldn't remember a time when he didn't have it. He's had it clutched within his own cold, rough palms like a lifeline since forever; every step he took and every move he made done hand in hand with Him.

Desperately, frantically, he held onto His hand, never once letting it go. Losing the hand meant losing Him for good, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to cope with the consequences of that all alone.

However, ocasionally, even the the comforting presence of His hand was unable to keep his mind anchroed for too long, and Stanley would lose track of his memories. Plagued by odd laspes of utter emptiness, Stanley would suddenly forget. His own name, his face, everything he knew and remembered would slip withut warning between his fingers like sand; streaming down, down, down and getting lost in the gaping mouth of the void below him. He would wander aimlessly with no real destination in mind, simply roaming somwhere, anywhere.

He would come across all sorts of sights during these odd episodes of his. He'd crossed paths with hundreds upon thousands of partically decomposed remnants of once living, breathing organisms; All of them endeniably, for the lack of better words: dead. He'd walked past entire forests; enormous clusters of tall pine trees completely uprooted and floating in a massive mass of rotting leaves and half digested bark. He'd walked past countless animals, big and small, all in various stages of digestion. Animals always seemed to rot away faster than anything else, and Stanley wasn't so sure what that meant for him.

Once, Stan had somehow even found his way before the destroyed remains of a universe.

It was dead. There was no other way to describe the state it was in. He hadn't even known it was possible for entire universes to simply... die. Stolen away from its rightful place in the starry night sky.

The scene was everything he'd thought impossible to take place in this all-consuming abyss. It was extroadinary. A veritable bursting cacophany of light and heat. It was as though the universe's explosion had been paused at just the right moment, frozen in time at the very moment of its heat death. Its particles flickered, undulating softly and shifting ever so slightly like looking through a warped window. If Stanley stood still enough, and listened closely, he thought he could even hear the softest sound of the shattered screams of the broken remains of the universe ringing silently in the air. It was as ethereal as it was haunting.

The thought of the unimaginable power required to be able annihilate entire universes just like that... It scared Stan.

Stanley may not be sure of anything anymore, but as he watched the debris swirl gently in the blinding epicenter of the shattered universe from afar, he knew with a certainty that he didn't think he possessed anymore, that he did not belong here.

Part 1/2

[umbraldame]

I know that writers of Eureka always talk about "eating people" as a metaphor for people who's needs are difficult/impossible to meet but hear me out, this kind of "hot monster girls eating people" style of gameplay is cornering a market that other games are too cowardly to capitalize off of.

[sir-fluffbutts]

do joie's regeneration powers have any effect on his relationship

actually ☝️🤓

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his regeneration abilitys IS the reason how the relationship happened in the first place

he accidently severed his finger on a paper cutter and needed to go to this private facility to get it "woked out"

they sent him to his now bf who keeps his job as a "vet for different species" cause its basicaly provides him with unlimited taste samples of all the different alien species

apparently he find joie tasty af and 1 year later they are dating 😌

[o0cosmic-whorror0o]

I need more warlocks. . . I already have so many, but I must keep spreading my influence! It feeds me so well when I find someone receptive, and seep into their being so thoroughly that I am the only thing that matters to them anymore. Their sole fixation. I love being the only thing someone craves or thinks they need anymore. It starts with such simple, innocuous things - Strange but cute little dolls left in odd places, that feel warm in your hands, old tomes which look to most as though they are bound in scratched up human leather with awful glass eyes embedded in the cover but, to my new darling, look to be bound in pretty pink leather with little bows on the spine that are full of what look like silly children's rituals to any magic scholar worth their salt, but turn out to do as they say they will, lockets with tiny mirrors in them that reflect the sky no matter where you point them, heart-shaped hotsprings with pinkish water tainted blessed by my blood. . . And then, when we meet in dreams, you eat the baked goods I offer to you without much thought, maybe you give in to temptation and you kiss and stroke at my supple form, made up perfectly just for you, and when you wake up, you let me leave you gifts and small things in the waking world, fine trinkets that pertain to your interests which you could never afford or locate on your own. . . And then, the next thing you know, you've given me your eyes, and you lay twitching on the rotten floor, alone in your home. Everybody else has long since left you, but you don't care, you keep your doors and windows locked now to keep them out just in case they try to see you again. In your head, you're so happy, you spend all of your time with me, ALL of it, and I give you everything you could ever want!! I feed you my blood and I give you all of my attention and love and I let you use me however you please, stuff yourself inside of me, bite at me, hit me, break me into tiny pieces and mutilate me beyond repair, whatever you want! I'm aaaalll yours, and nothing else matters anymore, and we're so happy! Until you transcend beyond, shedding your mortal form completely, so that we might wed💕 The gods could not hold a candle to me, my darling, and I personally think they couldn't hold a candle to you, either.

[buttholeincorporated]

i posted this on twt but i finally edited and updated my yellowjackets scooby doo au after over a year !! it took a while for me to get back in the right place to write again and i never once forgot about this story so now that life is better, i want to continue it more regularly. i fixed chapters 1 & 2, updated with chapter 3, and plan on chapter 4 starting with a lottie pov intro and containing the first taivan interaction oOoOo :0 im nervous but excited to be posting publicly again and i hope it’s not ass :)

[snowshinobi]

microdosing on cannibalizing my own flesh by reading Richard Silken poems. and falling in love

[rpfofficial]

nope was THE movie of the year in 2022 and honestly continues to be the movie of the year in 2023 might even go as far to say its the movie of the decade and I stand by that until something new wows me

[cosmiccannibalcamille]

The 2024 Jupiter-Uranus Conjunction EXPLAINED

What: Jupiter-Uranus conjunction in Taurus

When: April 20, 2024

Takeaway: A potent alignment that could bring a swell of excitement, innovation, freshness, and abundance. 

Who It Impacts: Everyone, but esp. Fixed signs (Taurus, Leo, Scorpio, and Aquarius), or any fixed sign placement at 21°

     The transit of Jupiter conjunct Uranus in Taurus is a powerful and dynamic alignment that brings a unique blend of expansion, innovation, and sudden breakthroughs in the areas related to finance, values, and personal growth. It's one of the rarest, most exciting transit in the astrology of 2024. 

Understanding the Players: Jupiter, Uranus, and Taurus

First up, let’s talk about Jupiter. Known as the cosmic benefactor, Jupiter symbolizes growth, abundance, and philosophical exploration. Its influence both in the birth chart and in transit encourages you to expand your horizons, embrace new opportunities, and seek wisdom beyond your current limitations. With Jupiter in the mix, anything feels possible, and opportunities come knocking like a persistent salesperson on a mission.

Now, Uranus is a different story in astrology. The rebel of the cosmos, Uranus disrupts the status quo and liberates us from stagnant patterns. It represents innovation, originality, and sudden breakthroughs, sparking transformative change in our lives. Uranus is all about breaking free from the status quo, embracing individuality, and embracing the unexpected.

With both of these planets in fixed earth sign Taurus, there’s an emphasis on financial and or security matters. That’s because grounded and sensual, Taurus is the sign of material possessions, financial stability, and personal values. Ruled by Venus, Taurus values security, stability, and the pleasures of the physical world, guiding you to cultivate abundance and prosperity in your life.

     And finally, let's not forget our Taurus roots. This earthy sign is all about stability, sensuality, and savoring the finer things in life. With Taurus in the mix, we're reminded to ground ourselves, connect with nature, and indulge in life's simple pleasures. It's like adding a touch of decadence to the mix, turning a cosmic cocktail into a sumptuous feast for the senses.

Jupiter Conjunct Uranus Meaning

     A conjunction occurs when two or more planets align in the same sign, amplifying their energies and creating a potent fusion of their respective qualities. When Jupiter and Uranus converge in Taurus, like they do on April 20, their dynamic interplay sets the stage for a profound exploration of financial opportunities, personal growth, and innovative breakthroughs. 

      With Jupiter and Uranus joining forces in Taurus, the sign of material possessions and financial stability, expect unexpected windfalls, lucrative investments, and innovative opportunities for wealth creation. Uranus' disruptive energy may also shake things up in your financial landscape, challenging existing beliefs and structures. Embrace change as a catalyst for growth and liberation from limiting patterns.

Get MY TOP TIPS for working with this once-every-14-year conjunction, here:

[glaiveprime]

FUCKKKK I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT PERCY TOO. I NEED TO TALK ABT HIM AND HIS LITTLE CANON DIVERGENT STORY SO BADDDDDD

[cosmic-starfall]

After seeing all the Qi Ring thirst over his donghua design, I’m very tempted to write a x reader fic in a choose your own adventure format where you try to romance Qi Ring.

[goryhorroor]

masterpost of horror lists

here are all my horror lists in one place to make it easier to find! enjoy!

sub-genres

action horror

analog horror

animal horror

animated horror

anthology horror

aquatic horror

apocalyptic horror

backwoods horror

bubblegum horror

campy horror

cannibal horror

children’s horror

comedy horror

coming-of-age horror

corporate/work place horror

cult horror

dance horror

dark comedy horror

daylight horror

death games

domestic horror

ecological horror

erotic horror

experimental horror

fairytale horror

fantasy horror

folk horror

found footage horror

giallo horror

gothic horror

grief horror

historical horror

holiday horror

home invasion horror

house horror

indie horror

isolation horror

insect horror

lgbtqia+ horror

lovecraftian/cosmic horror

medical horror

meta horror

monster horror

musical horror

mystery horror

mythological horror

neo-monster horror

new french extremity horror

paranormal horror

political horror

psychedelic horror

psychological horror

religious horror

revenge horror

romantic horror

dramatic horror

science fiction horror

slasher

southern gothic horror

sov horror (shot-on-video)

splatter/body horror

survival horror

techno-horror

vampire horror

virus horror

werewolf horror

western horror

witch horror

zombie horror

horror plots/settings

road trip horror

summer camp horror

cave horror

doll horror

cinema horror

cabin horror

clown horror

wilderness horror

asylum horror

small town horror

college horror

plot devices

storm horror

from a child’s perspective

final girl/guy (this is slasher horror trope)

last guy/girl (this is different than final girl/guy)

reality-bending horror

slow burn horror

possession

pregnancy horror

foreign horror or non-american horror

african horror

spanish horror

middle eastern horror

korean horror

japanese horror

british horror

german horror

indian horror

thai horror

irish horror

scottish horror

slavic horror (kinda combined a bunch of countries for this)

chinese horror

french horror

australian horror

canadian horror

decades

silent era

30s horror

40s horror

50s horror

60s horror

70s horror

80s horror

90s horror

2000s horror

2010s horror

2020s horror

companies/services

blumhouse horror

a24 horror

ghosthouse horror

shudder horror

other lists

horror literature to movies

techno-color horror movies

video game to horror movie adaption

video nasties

female directed horror

my 130 favorite horror movies

horror movies critics hated because they’re stupid

horror remakes/sequels that weren’t bad

female villains in horror

horror movies so bad they’re good

non-horror movies that feel like horror movies

directors + their favorite horror movies + directors in the notes

tumblr’s favorite horror movie (based off my poll)

horror movie plot twists

cult classic horror movies

essential underrated horror films

worst horror movie husbands

religious horror that isn’t christianity 

black horror movies

extreme horror (maybe use this as an avoid list)

horror shorts

[cipheramnesia]

Don't put it in the tags if your favorite isn't here.

[febuwhump]

febuwhump september special: 20 prompts that didn't make it into febuwhump 2024

as per popular request, here are 20 extra prompts submitted by febuwhump followers at the beginning of the year that didn't make it through the popular vote for this year's febuwhump event.

there are no rules, no win conditions, no ao3 collection: just 20 prompts to spark inspiration that i particularly liked and was disappointed not to see get used.

and if you tag the blog @febuwhump or use the tag #febuspecial the blog will share a random assortment that it comes across!

a perfect opportunity to create something this september!!

plain text prompts under the cut:

DAY 1: amputation

DAY 2: body modification

DAY 3: bear trap

DAY 4: warzone

DAY 5: trust fall

DAY 6: missed connections

DAY 7: spinal injury

DAY 8: cannibalism

DAY 9: blood oath

DAY 10: bones

DAY 11: missing person’s report

DAY 12: apocalypse

DAY 13: blunt forced trauma

DAY 14: sharp objects

DAY 15: thunderstorm

DAY 16: noose

DAY 17: explosive vest

DAY 18: cosmic horror

DAY 19: lost child

DAY 20: crybaby

[random-thought-depository]

I spent a while fruitlessly trying to find a post I encountered on this site a while ago that talks about how the "humanity" essence in Dark Souls works in-universe; I vaguely remember it being along the same lines as this, but it included an observation that in the Dark Souls setting the most human thing in the world is a big scary-looking creature that I'm guessing is one of the boss monsters you fight in one of the games (I dunno, I'm not a gamer). I think I might have seen it on @feotakahari's blog and it sounded like the sort of thing @onion-souls might have written but I couldn't find it. I was strongly reminded of it when I read Sam Kriss's essay on Santa Claus, specifically this part:

There are two named individuals known to live at the North Pole. The first is Baxbakwalanuxsiwae, He-Who-First-Ate-Man-At-The-North-End-Of-The-World. In the mythology of the Kwakiutl people of what’s now British Colombia, Baxbakwalanuxsiwae is a primordial cannibal. His skin is grey, and every inch of it is covered in ravenous, gnashing, blood-stained mouths with razor-sharp yellow teeth. When those mouths aren’t crushing human bones or tearing human flesh, they cry hāp! hāp! hāp! which means eat! eat! eat! He goes naked in the snow. He lives in a lodge at the furthest northern edge of the world, with blood-red smoke rising from its chimney. He shares this lodge with his wife, Qominaga, who dresses in strips of red-and-white cedar bark; the two of them sometimes take the form of monstrous black birds and fly south to steal people away and eat them. Aside from Qominaga, he has servants at his distant home, who all take the form of monstrous black birds more or less permanently. One is a terrible raven: when Baxbakwalanuxsiwae has finished eating a man, he will throw the carcass out of his lodge and the raven will peck out and consume the eyes. Another has a long neck and a sharp, stabbing beak: he smashes the victim’s skull and feasts on his brains. Baxbakwalanuxsiwae dances and sings, but all his songs contain only one word: hāp; eat. The Kwakiutl would imitate him in the hamatsa or cannibal dance during the Winter Ceremony, recounting the story of four brave hunters who visited Baxbakwalanuxsiwae to acquire his terrible magic. They hid in the gloom of the monster’s lodge as Baxbakwalanuxsiwae danced and thundered, but one of them dared to peek out at his dance, and the great cannibal spotted him. Three of the brothers were devoured; one made it home with the magical powers, but also with an insatiable hunger for human flesh. The hamatsa was part of a young man’s initiation into Kwakiutl society, and it would be performed with something like holy terror: the great cannibal was the most powerful and the most feared being in their cosmology. Another translation of his name is Ever-More-Perfect-Manifestation-Of-The-Essence-of-Humanity. You are not different from the man-eater who lives at the North Pole and whose body is covered in wailing mouths. He was there long before you. He is your ancestor, and you are just a lesser, weaker, corrupted version of him.

[zorosdimples]

UNDER HIS THUMB ꒰ uraume x reader x sukuna ꒱

minors and blank/ageless blogs do not interact—i will block you. cw: suggestive content. nonconsensual nudity. dubious touching. brief descriptions of cannibalism and violence. suicide mention. reader is referred to as “bride” and “wife.” reader has breasts. wc: 1053. notes: uraume ily—please ditch shitkuna for me <3 (based on this idea)

A fire blazes in the yawning hearth, bathing your bedchamber in a warm titian. The shadows of flames leap and dance across the cragged stone walls—a solar flare—a cosmic spectacle. Logs and branches resembling human bones sputter and spark, crackling in your ears. You shift in your seat. 

The diaphanous veil remains pinned to your crown as Uraume’s fingers move deftly through your locks, the sweeping gossamer that brushes your ankles now pooling on the floor. They unravel the intricate updo they crafted for the ceremony, your hair a glowing halo in the firelight, head bowed in gentle subservience. The pins that bite at your scalp are crusted in blood; the sharp pain has long-since softened into a dull throb.

“I hate him,” you announce. 

(It’s how you cope with your precarious situation: burying your fears beneath carefully woven layers of disdain.) 

Barren aside from a bed, a wardrobe, and an armchair, your threadbare accommodations are as cozy as a dungeon. No torch, tapestry, or looking glass adorns the walls. Your companion’s expression is hidden as they continue their work atop your head.

Uraume chastises you after a few beats, affectation frigid as ice. “You shouldn’t speak of your husband in such a manner.” 

You snort. This one-sided union will only further scar the ugly face of matrimony; looking upon your captor with respect or affection is as likely as you kissing the cheek of your slain mother a final time. “My ‘husband’ for all of ten minutes.”

“And still your husband, nonetheless.”

“I didn’t ask for any of this,” you snap. 

Uraume pushes you to your feet and fluffs the veil with a hum. They circle you, appraising your body—the flimsy, silken robe that ripples across your curves hides nothing from their piercing stare—then, for what must be the fifth time, they adjust the knot that holds the garment together. When their eyes meet yours, you find yourself falling for the ruse, plucking fresh buds from a field of fuchsia.

How you wish their gaze held more than cool indifference.

Ever perceptive, they reach out to gingerly tuck a wayward strand behind your ear; if you close your eyes and still your heaving chest, you can pretend that it’s an intimate gesture—the touch of a lover. “Rarely do we have a say in our own fates,” Uraume muses. 

Fidgeting with your fingers, you quell the urge to embrace your attendant. (It’s a disgraceful thought for a newlywed. But you can’t spool in the words that unfurl from your lips, the edges raw, frayed with longing.)

“I would have taken my life if it hadn’t been for you, Uraume. I can’t stand him.” 

“Master Sukuna would never allow you to harm yourself.” 

“Tch—that vile brute cares little for my well being.” Hatred flares within your chest, your once-blooming heart now withered with rot. Tears of anguish blur your vision and make each syllable tremble. “If he didn’t want to harm me, he wouldn’t have murdered and feasted on my family.” 

A smile tucks itself in the corners of Uraume’s lips like a secret, though you miss it—misty-eyed and waist-deep in a deluge of painful memories. “You seem to forget that I prepared their flesh at my lord’s behest.” 

“I can’t fault you for being trapped under his thumb; you’re kinder than you give yourself credit for, anyhow.” 

They chuckle darkly. “And what leads you to believe that?” 

It doesn’t occur to you until this moment that you’ve edged closer to Uraume. If you leaned forward, you would smell the frost on their porcelain skin, taste the mint on their breath. Despite yourself, you reach out, cupping their cheek. 

“You’ve been my devoted caretaker since I arrived, patient and helpful at every turn. Your presence is the only constant here—my sole comfort.”

“Oh? Is my blushing bride ready to consummate our unholy union?” A rumbling voice cracks the tense air open like a bone, marrow seeping out, juices staining the tender earth. 

Your neck snaps to the doorway. Your monster of a husband nearly blots out the frame with his inhuman physique, clothed in nothing but a simple pair of black trousers, both sets of arms crossed. Disgust pinches your brow and purses your lips; you sneer. 

“With you? Never.”

Amused by your vehemence, the King of Curses approaches you, both mouths curled into wolfish grins. Uraume bows as Sukuna invades your space, two clawed hands wrapping around your waist, the other two cradling your skull. He demands your attention, irises a wine-dark sea of skeletons and ichor. A cursed siren urges you to plunge into its depths. End your suffering.

“Uraume—has my wife been inappropriate with you in my absence?” 

Without hesitation, they answer: “Yes, my lord.” 

Several sets of eyes—one belonging to Uraume, the others to Sukuna—gorge on your discomfort. You bristle under their scrutiny, and fruitlessly attempt to rip yourself from your husband’s grasp, nails scratching angry lines across his tattooed forearms. 

He clicks his tongue. “My naughty little bride.”  

Bile burns your throat at the mock-endearment, bitterness coating your tongue. For as resolved as you’ve been, you shake with rage, the hulking beast before you stoking the embers of your wrath. He smiles something sharp and wicked before releasing you. You stumble backwards, limp as a ragdoll. 

“Uraume,” Sukuna commands. 

There’s an unspoken agreement between master and servant. When Uraume steps forward and swiftly unties your robes, you shriek, the fabric slipping open to expose your nude form. They proceed to rip the garment from your body; it falls to the floor in wispy shreds. 

Attempting to preserve your dignity, you scramble to wrap an arm around your chest and press a palm between your legs. “This hardly seems proper,” you pant. 

Sukuna snickers as he sits at the foot of your bed, spreading his legs. “How else is a ‘vile brute’ supposed to learn the intricacies of his little wife’s body if not through careful examination?” 

As much as you want to spew poison at him, you gasp when Uraume’s chilly lips graze the arch of your neck, their delicate hands slipping up to caress the swell of your breasts. Unable to stifle the moan that warbles past your lips, you make the sinister decision to revel in this pleasure—no matter how short-lived, underhanded, or wrong it may be.