#everyone is a blank canvas

[respectthepetty]

Who'll Stop the Rain (2023) | 青春並不溫柔

[vorpal-vortex]

i just randomly farted this art out at 1am how

anyway fukase is a great muse

[moeblob]

Hello, can i have a modern sylvain pls??? PS: i love how you draw scrimblos

Finally another Wheel Spin and thankfully modern equals I get to draw someone with fish somewhere on their outfit. (Overlay layer my friend how I missed you)

[lemongogo]

oo u want 2 draw soo bad..

[the--firevenus]

Guys guys guys guys. Guys. Stay with me on this one, I know I keep rambling about merlin but like. Do you get it that merlin doesn't have any memory of when they were a kid..... Like childhood?? Na-da, who's the closest parental figure they have?? Dunno, do they ever have a family before they got the title merlin?? Would that be fucking awful if they did but their whole bloodline just dies after war or something. It's been centuries, there are countless of ancient tablets or ruins with historical events and some of it highlighting merlin great deeds, heroic myths, but none about their family. None about who they were before merlin.

Anyways, being of a star or not, immortal or not, he's just a pure enigma, a tragic one too, not a god, not a demigod, not a mytics, not even a human. But is so tragically humane and warmth, and oh so alone.

Anyways anyways..

[thedevotionaltour]

i havent even read enough gl to justify the feelings and emotions i have about kyle i just have the lovers heart and also something wrong with me. and my projection. in my mind he's just like me. and he would have loved college vending machine frozen cheeseburger and heating it up in the microwave at 1 in the morning because he was bored and didn't want to work on a drawing assignment on 20" x 30" paper that was due tomorrow in his freshman year. he would have loved going to the club to push off finals work that's creating the worst stress known to man in his brain. and he would love to annoy the fuck out of his roommate when high and avoiding homework on a saturday.

[ipsen]

Blank Canvas 10

Read on AO3. hugs to @just-another-tokyo-ghoul-fan for the ideas as always <3 Word Count: 3907 Summary: Kaneki revisits Kafka. Chapter 11 Chapter 9 Master Post

Takatsuki had been pulled aside by Miza for one reason or another, leaving Kaneki to venture toward their shared room alone.

It didn’t feel real. What sort of sick prank was being played upon him that began with him sharing a room with Sen Takatsuki for two nights? A terrible part of him was looking forward to it, but there was also the rational horror clawing at the insides of his stomach, telling him that it wasn’t too late to go home and sleep in his own bed.

He could see it now: his miracle 12th ward apartment, where Hide— probably watching TV or analyzing another set of Chie’s mystery findings— would glance up and see Kaneki in the doorway. They’d exchange a weird greeting, and Kaneki would have to explain that he’d chickened out of the resort because they’d drawn sticks and somehow, he’d gotten a lucky break and he was just too damn scared to follow through. The next day, Touka would tease him for it in good fun and he’d shrug it off with a laugh. The three of them would get ice cream or something, forget the whole ordeal, and life would go on.

… He was such a coward, wasn’t he? A coward running away from his own feelings, unable to reconcile with the gaping hole that was his greed and try to fill it for once in his life.

“Oi, Tree Branch.”

Ayato, who apparently hung out with Kurona more than Kaneki thought he did, appeared and clapped his shoulder. He brought Kaneki close and whispered, like they were part of some conspiracy.

“Just so you know: they rigged it.”

Okay, so apparently Kaneki wasn’t far off the mark. His brow furrowed. “What?”

“Miza and the others, minus Naki and maybe Tatara, rigged the drawing.” Ayato glanced behind him before continuing. “You’ve been set up.”

“Set up? Ayato, that doesn’t sound— I mean, why would they—”

“Apparently, Takatsuki was making hopeless fuck-me eyes at you the whole ride here—”

“She was not making—” Wait, really? Stop.

Ayato pinched the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t say she was! That’s just what Yumitsu told me, so just— ugh, this is the fucking worst.”

That was one way of putting it. “T-Takatsuki and I are just coworkers, Ayato. Like… Like how you and Hina are friends!”

Ayato suddenly turned his face away, as though to look again for onlookers, but in the completely wrong direction. “Yeah, sure.” He cleared his throat. “Look, I just wanted to let you know that the others have a different opinion, so… Yeah.”

Kaneki didn’t really want to unpack that just yet. They reached Ayato’s room first, and he peeled off.

—

There was only one bed (because fate was unusually cruel lately and wouldn’t stop now), but at least it was a very large one, enough to fit three or even four people. Not that Kaneki took up much space to begin with, but still. Though he’d probably sleep on the floor with the futon he’d packed for emergencies, considering his… roommate.

He sighed. It was going to be a long weekend.

He set down his luggage and unzipped it. He’d brought clothes and some of his personal favorite books, which included Takatsuki. As he unpacked more, he noticed that most of it was Takatsuki.

He looked up at the door, imagining her coming through at an inopportune moment.

Too much Takatsuki, he decided, putting them back where they belonged.

He spotted the folder on Noroi in its personal compartment. He’d nearly forgotten about it after the play, the conversations, and Takatsuki herself to distract him. If he read this, he’d be privy to knowledge that would apparently alter his life in some way. Chie had asked him to make a choice: 

Remain in ignorance, or seek the truth?

Taking a deep breath, he gripped the corner of the folder and—

The door opened, forcing him to pull back. Takatsuki herself stumbled in and practically slammed the door shut.

“Ugh, I’m so tired…” she complained, yanking on her hair tie and undoing the braid. Kaneki couldn’t help but stare in awe as angry strands lashed out in all directions, finally free from the constraints of the style.

She kicked her flats off and dragged her luggage to the bed. He watched with bated breath as she tore open her suitcase. Both books and clothes spilled out onto her claimed half. She dug out a bra, a large sweater, and some sweatpants, then trudged over to the walk-in bath don’t stare at her back.

“Where’s the fucking towels…?” he heard her grumble, followed by multiple doors and cabinets being thrown open as she searched. “There we are.”

He heard the turn of a faucet, followed by a rush of water that was left to run. So she took baths instead of showers? Interesting.

“Ah, shit. Shit shit shit…”

Takatsuki came back to rummage in her suitcase, throwing aside the books and clothes. She didn’t seem to find it and groaned.

“I thought I— Oh goddammit, where’s…?”

Kaneki cleared his throat. “Um, Takatsuki?”

She glanced up, then jumped back. “Haise!” she exclaimed, fanning her hair out of her face. “Hi! I— I didn’t see you there!”

Was she feeling okay? Her hair was much nicer like that. Like a lion’s mane. The Takatsuki he knew seemed to be aware of everything going on around her, but she was nowhere to be found now. He kind of wanted to touch it. Would it be soft? What was he thinking about again?

“S-Sorry…” He smiled sheepishly. “I didn’t want to distract you.”

She gave a sharp bark of laughter. “Well, too late for that; consider me sufficiently distracted.”

Kaneki’s chuckle was an octave too high. She was just kidding, he told himself. Just a fun little joke between acquaintances! She wasn’t— she wasn’t flirting with him or anything, no matter how tempting it was to indulge and believe otherwise. He wasn’t nearly so presumptuous to think himself the type to be flirted with, especially with the likes of Takatsuki. Even if she was making f— that kind of gaze at him. Which she wasn’t. At all.

Takatsuki, in a similar vein, changed the subject. “Say, you wouldn’t happen to have brought a comb or brush, would you? Looks like I forgot mine.”

And he was more than eager to oblige. “Oh, sure! Let’s see…” He rummaged about his suitcase, pulling out his toothbrush and toothpaste before locating a detangler brush. “Something like this?”

“Yes, exactly! You’re a lifesaver.” She reached out across the bed and plucked it out of his hand. “Thanks, Haise.”

He allowed his ego to feed for once. “N-No problem.”

“And sorry about the earlier display.” She gave an awkward grin, almost like she was embarrassed. “I get a bit cranky when I’m tired and by myself.”

He smiled softly back. “It’s no worries, really. I don’t mind.”

“Well, thank you for your gracious acceptance.” She gave a dramatic mock bow.

Kaneki dipped his head back. “Anytime, Ms. Takatsuki.”

With a giggle, she disappeared back into the bathroom. He let out a breath, trying to relax. This didn’t have to be hard; clearly they got along. But…

His gaze found the bed. Singular. Big, but singular. Well, that’s what he brought a futon for. Problem solved.

Takatsuki’s books were strewn about the mattress, and he skimmed over them. What titles had been worthy for her to bring along? Were they old favorites? New titles? Maybe a mix of both?

One caught his eye: Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis. A classic, by all means, and considering the condition of the book, one she had read before.

He held the book with both hands, smiling as he skimmed its pages. He noticed then that she treated her books far differently from his. Where he would write up his analyses on separate paper or just store them in his mind, Takatsuki put her thoughts directly on the book’s page, making it completely her own.

Once upon a time, he might have called such an act blasphemy, for a book’s raw text could only be enjoyed as long as no extra commentary existed within a hand’s reach. However, after sitting on the floor and using the bedside for support, he found himself charmed by the scribbles.

At the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn’t read this. It was her personal copy, rampant with her ideas and analyses— things that weren’t meant to be seen by another pair of eyes. However, horrible curiosity won out in the end, and he started from the beginning.

He lost himself in a whole new experience, now essentially having two texts to read side by side: Kafka’s story, and Takatsuki’s writings. It was almost like having a partner in crime as he read.

A partner in crime…

Speaking of stories, the one he and Takatsuki were working on had Fushimi investigating the Hierophants alone. It was one of the consistent beats in her work; the protagonist, ultimately, fought alone, and regardless of if they succeeded or not, they died alone.

Gregor, similarly, was left to fend for himself in his new form by his family. They literally shut him away in his room, only growing more bitter about his condition the longer he stayed. Gregor, ignorant to society, remained stagnant in his mindset, but stagnation, like the rotting cheese he liked to eat, only meant the smell grew worse with time.

(There was a power outage tonight, and he was alone. Mom had been spending more and more time away. It was because of work, she said, before telling him to shut up. It was dark. He was scared and wondering where she was. Did she know? She had to know; she lived here too. She had to be coming home right now because she had to. She would come through the door any second now. She would. Right?)

And then he died.

(“It was from exhaustion.”)

Kaneki frowned. When he first read this story, he was in grade school, and he mused upon what it would be like to be in Gregor’s situation. He wondered how it would be to be the protagonist of a tragedy, yet ultimately the foundation for positive change once he was gone. Maybe he had subconsciously pursued such an ideal all his life.

Now he wasn’t so sure. The tragedy of Gregor’s family trying to keep him while simultaneously abandoning him— it didn’t sit as well with him now, unlike every other time he’d read it. Why was that? What had changed?

In grade school, he was with his mother. In high school, the Asaokas’. In college, there was Rize. And today—

He heard the door to the bathroom slide open. There was a pause before he heard, “Haise?”

Kaneki peeked from over the edge of the bed. “Hm?”

Takatsuki, hair wrapped in a towel and dressed in pajamas, stood in the doorway, seemingly looking for him. When she found his head peeking out from the side of the bed, her expression softened, and he drank greedily. “There you are. What’re you doing over there?”

It suddenly dawned on him that he was holding her book with her notes in it. He clapped it shut and hid it under the bed, scratching at his chin. “Just some light reading, is all!” he said a little too loud with a laugh a little too boisterous. “I-I like to read before I sleep!”

She raised a brow. “I was more asking what you’re doing on the floor instead of the couch.” She gestured past him with her finger.

He turned around, seeing a small couch not six steps away from him. “Huh.”

She snickered. “No wonder you struggle with backgrounds; you can barely get a hold of your own.”

Kaneki blinked, then laughed, softer this time. “I never even realized— Wow, you’re right…” It wasn’t his fault the static square geometry of a city wasn’t the most compelling thing to draw. He preferred expressions or detailing smaller objects.

Takatsuki swept off some books to make space for herself. “Well, bath’s free. Clean up; the hair’s fun, but it’s not you.”

Did she just imply— No. No, that was stupid. For the umpteenth time since he’d started working with her, he told himself they were just coworkers. Acquaintances. Sharing a bed. Alone. For two nights. At a nice resort that she invited him to. Where her friends rigged the drawing to get them together. Again, alone.

He found his own pajamas— a white T shirt and black shorts— and grabbed his personal shampoo and conditioner. He glanced at the folder on Noroi Takatsuki peeking out of its pocket, a harbinger of change were he to peek at its contents.

But… He saw Takatsuki, who was reading a book from her pile. Her expression was carefully neutral, but he saw her eyes shift slightly with a hint of the emotion they were experiencing— idle amusement, crushing sympathy or familiar loneliness. She tucked her lower lip behind her teeth as she turned a page. Anticipation. He had the same habit.

Do you… still like her?

He smiled to himself, and zipped the file away. It didn’t matter, he realized, whether or not he read it.

He trusted her.

———

Day one.

Even though Takatsuki said it was fine to share the bed, Kaneki slept in the futon he had brought. He didn’t want to decipher the look on her face— simultaneous relief, yet a touch of disappointment— when she realized he wasn’t going to budge.

When he woke up, he saw her arm dangling next to him. She was drooling slightly from an open mouth, but otherwise. She had started on the opposite side of the bed, hadn’t she? So why—

His ego offered an opinion, but he swatted it away immediately and got up.

He stepped outside to get some fresh air, when he noticed a second car parked next to Naki and Miza’s van. As he approached, he saw the driver step out and recognized them.

“Shiono?”

“Hm? Oh, Sasaki!” Shiono grinned. “You’re up early.”

“I-I could say the same to you! What are you doing here?”

Shiono brought him to the back of the car and opened it up. There were a lot of coolers and open boxes. Kaneki peered into one of the latter and saw—

“Food?”

“Yep! Naki paid me a pretty penny to get this stuff to you guys,” Shiono explained. “Couldn’t refuse. Plus, it’s a good excuse to finally spend some time with Sen off the clock.”

Kaneki tested the weight of one of the boxes. Despite the size, it was actually pretty light. He stacked a few more, tested the weight again, and lifted it up.

Shiono’s eyebrows raised. “You’re pretty strong.”

“Er, thanks…”

He picked up one of his own. “By the time I was halfway here, I realized I forgot a dolly, so you’re a lifesaver.”

Kaneki, watching the way Shiono adjusted the box every so often, sensed a struggle that lent strength to his claim. “Happy to help.”

“Oh, and speaking of work,” he led Kaneki back into the resort, “I haven’t properly thanked you for your help with Sen.”

“Um, s-sure…?”

“Some context: Sen’s writer’s block was incredibly bad until you showed up. Worse than even during Black Goat.” They turned a corner. “I’m sure you heard about the draft that was done for two years?”

Kaneki nodded. “Tatara mentioned it. What exactly was it about? Takatsuki said she was scrapping it, so I never—”

“Yeah, uh, the draft doesn’t actually exist.”

He nearly dropped the boxes. “You lied?”

“To get the execs off our butts, yes! Those guys were getting antsy for no reason! You can’t force the creative process, I told them, but it’s just numbers numbers numbers with those guys! Soulless bastards, I’m telling you…” They found the kitchen: a wide space with blindingly clean silverware and large sinks and stoves galore. “Set the boxes down there. Alright, where’s Naki…?”

Kaneki did as he was told, but tried to steer the conversation back on track. “So, wait— she hadn’t written anything since finishing Hanged Man’s?”

“Nope! Not a single word hit the page. Except maybe ‘the’, but that’s hardly anything.” Shiono shrugged. “I was the one who suggested Sen collaborate with someone, and after a few months of nothing, she reluctantly agreed.

“I did my best to give her candidates who I thought could make something great with her, but none of them— even the ones Tatara approved of— seemed to click. She always told me something different— ‘they didn’t get the work’, ‘they were too pretentious’, ‘they were creepy’, et cetera, et cetera.

“Then, just as we were about to give up hope, your submission came up, and she happened to see your sample.” He grinned fondly at the memory. “Her eyes lit up, Sasaki. You have no idea.”

An ugly part of Kaneki’s mind said he actually did have one, but he ignored it.

“Before the whole collab thing, on the off-chance that something on the internet could inspire her, she got onto social media using a private account. That was when she found you, and she’s been following you ever since. So imagine our surprise when you applied to work together!”

Kaneki blinked. He had started posting his art around that time, shortly after Rize disappeared. Had Takatsuki gravitated toward new or obscure artists from the beginning?

“She demanded to interview you on the spot, and, well… look at us now!” Shiono chuckled. “So thank you, Sasaki. We’d probably all be out of a job without you.”

Kaneki tried not to frown, but that seemed so strange. He wasn’t that good of an artist. Sure, he took some meager pride in his work and he always strove to improve, but it wasn’t so revolutionary as to make Sen Takatsuki excited to work with him, was it?

Before he could dwell on it, one of the other doors swung open, and Naki came marching in, fanning the air in front of his face.

“Hoo! Mornin’ diaper shits are not fun!” he shouted too loud for a public space (arguably, this was not that, but the point stood). He spotted Kaneki and Shiono and waved. “Mornin’, fellas!”

“Hey, Naki!” Shiono grinned.

“G-Good morning…” Kaneki waved back.

It was going to be a long weekend.

—

Once all of the food was transferred to the kitchen and everyone was awake, they convened in the large common room to discuss the day’s activities. A large map of the resort was placed on the large kotatsu between them, and tea was passed around by Middle Bin. There was the path to the private shore on the west, the mountain and forest on the east and northeast, and a view of civilization to the south.

“Well, we can end tonight with the hot springs,” Miza said. “At least after the fireworks.”

“We could go hiking while we’re here too.” Big Bin pointed on the map. “I know you’re pregnant, Miza, but we could all see the sights on the lower levels, and anyone who wants to reach the mountain shrine can go after?”

Hiking… Kaneki remembered back in college when he, Hide, and Touka tried to hike a trail. He hadn’t trained as much with Touka back then, so he nearly passed out halfway through at the pace she was going, but it had been fun spending time with them. He wondered how he might fare this time.

“The path to the beach is a gentle slope,” Tatara said. “And there’s a few grills stationed there already; we can use them to cook the meat for lunch.”

“I brought my bat,” Yumitsu chimed in. At the confused looks, she added, “For watermelon splitting. Duh.”

A chorus of ‘oooh’s followed.

Ayato went next. “I’ve got a couple card games and other shhh—” he caught Miza’s glare— “shtuff for us to play when we’re done.”

“Thank you, Ayato,” she said, satisfied. 

Kaneki glanced at Takatsuki, who was entertaining Shiori’s endless barrage of questions. She was wholly detached from everyone else, to the point she was sitting in the chair furthest from the map. Even though she wore a smile for Shiori, he thought she looked a little bored.

She suddenly looked back at him. Before he could avert his gaze, however, she beat him to it and coughed into her sleeve. If he squinted, he could catch the slightest hint of embarrassment on her face, but he didn’t. Shiori asked her what was wrong and she deflected with ease.

Kaneki’s ego crawled out of its pit to try to feed, to convince him that it was because she liked him and not because he was being a creep. Fortunately, he knew better and beat it back. He had to be vigilant this weekend; he had a feeling there would be more attacks to come.

“What do you think, Sen?” Middle Bin’s voice interrupted. “Beach, hike, or games?”

“Hm?” She snapped to attention, holding onto Shiori’s hands. “I dunno, beach? I saw you bring a volleyball and some net. We can hike in the afternoon and catch the sunset before heading back.”

“Woo, volleyball!” Naki cheered. “I’ll kick all yer a— butts!”

“That a challenge?” Ayato suddenly stood up, a grin reminiscent of his sister on his face.

“Hell yeah it—!”

“Language,” Miza interrupted flatly, sipping her tea.

“Sorry— you bet it is, kiddo!” Naki smirked, no momentum lost, and put his foot on the table.

Ayato met him head-on. “The only butt that’s being kicked is yours, then.”

Naki glanced at Tatara. “This your guy, Tatara?”

“For better or worse, yes,” Tatara said flatly, clearly anticipating the next bit.

“Then you, him, and Yumitsu against me n’ the Bins.” Naki grinned. “Losers get spun for watermelon splitting.”

“Wh—” Yumitsu sputtered. “Why me?!”

“You n’ Tatami Mat—”

Tatara glared.

“— T-Tatara are tight, ain’tcha?! Only fair you’re on a team together!”

“What, against Big and Middle?! Yeah, okay, super fair, Naki. Asshole.”

“Language!” Miza said a little louder.

“Moron.”

“Sooo… Should one of us switch sides?” Big Bin offered.

“No.” There was a glint in Ayato’s eye. “Yumi, if you wanna drop out, be my guest; I know who can take your place.”

He jabbed a finger at Kaneki.

“You guys don’t know him, but I do,” he said, as if he were talking about some legendary figure. ��He’ll kick your a— butts.”

Kaneki coughed. “Ayato, I’m really not—”

“Hell yeah!!” Naki shouted, and got smacked by Miza on the arm. “Sorry— Yahoo!!! Let’s do it!”

Kaneki cast a pleading glance at Takatsuki, who simply shrugged and gave an apologetic smile back. She wasn’t going to help him, and something in her gaze told him she wanted him to participate. Out of curiosity, maybe, or plain entertainment. In fact—

“I have an idea,” she said, commanding attention for a moment. “Why not have Middle Bin and Tatara swap spots? It’d be a nice ‘mentor vs. student’ theme.”

Kaneki blanched at her (admittedly) sound logic, and she snickered at him. He looked at Tatara, who was honestly massive now that he got a good look. Ayato, meanwhile, had a weirdly excited grin on his face, like he’d been waiting for someone to suggest that.

“I knew you were fun, Sen!!” Naki cackled. “Let’s go, everyone! Don’t forget your swimsuits!”

Oh. Right.

[bigtstreaming]

honestly what’s so crazy abt the lowkey dream team downfall is the fact that they have no one to blame but themselves 😭 they’re sucky and like they have connections and introduced a lot of ppl to so many interesting and great content creators but the themselves r being left behind bc they literally suck asssss

[bumblingbabooshka]

Ship Dynamics for the best canon Voyager ship: Tuvok/T’Pel

[lunarpanda]

The big drawing I did in tonight's maggie session~ When he catches you catches me. :3c

Tiddy included~

[bunibelles]

The day I decide not to hold back on my art and draw with no fear is the day society progresses 🫶🏼

[mariocki]

Un témoin dans la ville (Witness in the City, 1959)

"I'll yell. I'll yell for help. The neighbours will come."

"The rich don't have neighbours, Mr. Verdier. Just trees surrounding their homes."

[moeblob]

do you draw other fire emblem characters besides three houses and hopes?

I do indeed, as shown 3 days ago when I doodled Sharena. And on Aug 18 when I draw Sharena wearing other outfits (Felix and FRobin's day if devotion dress). And on Aug 13 when I drew Ephraim and FRobin. I spent years drawing for Fates and enjoyed my time drawing Xander/Gaius after the support system in FEH came out.

I like to draw Camilla/Balthus for FEH content as well (though half is 3H).

I have only played 13/14/16/16.5/17 for FE though so it really limits who I draw. And as a Camilla and Saizo enjoyer it's upsetting to see tags sometimes by people who aren't fans of them. But most of my followers showed up after I drew 3H stuff and I know many times people told me to draw what I want... but it's easier to default to 3H on very low energy days cause I'm still used to it.

Also did stuff for Engage though not as much as I wanted.

[sephiramy]

me, incorrect: everyone is probably sick of me drawing this character by now...

my inner voice, wise: ah, but this cannot be... because I am part of "everyone"... and until I am sick of drawing them... it will not be everyone

me, opening a new blank canvas: ur so right

[scentedpeachlandcreator]

how i manifested my dream life with extremely hard circumstances + how you can too ♡

Note: this is not my post and it's blushydior's post that everyone been searching for, so i thought why not making it as a post,and blushy if you see this, please don't kill me i know you said that you'll change your post but you disappeared After that.

♡ table of contents:

1. the importance of making this post

2.my take on manifestation + the 3D

3. HOW I DID IT - my journey in 4 phases i went through that include my mindset changes up to the moment i got my desires 

4. your new rules & routine from this moment on

5. a note from me!

6. frequently asked questions: separated into topics regarding the 3D, self concept + miscellaneous questions to have you leaving this post stress free.

now let’s get into it. read every bit of this post “ ~ ୨୧ ♡ ·

I. THE IMPORTANCE OF MAKING THIS POST

i’ve been through it all. you can read my experiences from old life in the “my life before” section of my success story + here, here, here and here. this is my success story on how the law of assumption has changed my life. as you can see from the “how” section of the post, i had purposely left it short, sweet and simple to avoid people complicating the simplicity of the law of assumption. but as time went on, anons and other blogs made me realize that since people do tend to over-complicate the law, the need i felt to make an in-depth post on how i personally manifested through my hard circumstances grew strong.

my blog often highlights topics that pertain to mental health, so i want to make sure those who find themselves in the same situations as i once were feel seen, heard and loved. you are all so powerful, amazing and hold so much potential more than you know. with this post, i hope i am able to help you realize that fact to the best of my abilities.

𝐈𝐈. MY TAKE ON MANIFESTATION + THE 3D

something that you’ll see me say all the time is: “life is a blank canvas.” that’s because it truly is.

remember that you are working with the law of assumption. what you assume to be true, is true. nothing is set in stone unless you say it is. things have meaning only if you assign it one.

you are the sole creator of your life. you are the artist that controls the brush/pen, you control what goes on and off of this very malleable canvas we call life. you don’t have to do anything. therefore,

you don’t have to: affirm 24/7, be specific, word your affirmations correctly, listen to subliminals, ignore the 3D, be positive all the time, meditate, have high vibrations, script, visualize, do sats or lullaby, go into the void, affirm in the present tense, avoid the mirror, etc.

you can literally say a random word like “bonk” and if saying it means you have all your desires or money is constantly filling your bank account, then that’s what will happen!

“but what if my subconscious doesn’t know what it means?” your subconscious mind is literally you. it’s not some stranger separate from you. if you want a scene to play out a certain way on a specific date or a romantic partner with all the most perfect qualities even if you can’t name it all at the top of your head, your subconscious has your back with the details! you have your own back. don’t worry.

YOU DON’T HAVE TO IGNORE THE 3D.

read that again and again and again and again and-if your circumstances are quite literally in your face, how can you turn the other way and ignore it? you could if you wanted but you’ll only be doing more harm and we don’t want that, right?

“so then what do i do?” you KNOW it’s going to change. it’s challenging when you don’t fully believe the law to know it’s going to change, so for a start, tell yourself that this is not the end. why? because the moment you had a desire and claimed it as yours, it has already been set stone in the 4D so the 3D has no choice but to reflect it. this is your movie, you KNOW this is not the end. you are director and star of this movie! you control how it’s going to play out.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. HOW I DID IT - The 4 Phases (more so, 3)

PHASE 1:

i found out about manifestation from tiktok. from there i have tried scripting, law of attraction and had taken a liking into the craft. i tried it all until i found out about the law of assumption, sammy ingram and finally, tumblr.

PHASE 2:

upon finding out about loassumption tumblr, i had learned more and more about the law but as time went on, i had realized i had never really fully tried to apply the law. the idea just didn’t come about to apply it. as many others, i had overconsumed information, always wondering if i was doing it right, questioning the 3D,

so i took a break. upon discharge, i realized many things and decided to spend an extended amount of time alone, away from social media. i’m someone who values alone time as long as if it’s spent wisely.

during this time away from tumblr and sns platforms in general, constantly surrounded by other people’s takes, information, and opinions, i had learned so much about the law of assumption on my own! i went into the law of assumption with a fresh mind, actually applying the knowledge and overtime of affirming and persisting, i ACTUALLY understood the meaning behind “creation is finished. it is done.”

i’m advising you to step away from social media (that on it’s own has negative impacts) and be alone with your thoughts. i know your thoughts haven’t had it’s time to be alone because you’re most likely constantly seeking information to help you. and i don’t blame you. it’s just that, you are always bombarded by thoughts that aren’t your own, you barely give some time to yourself to think for yourself!

and if you can’t help but be on tumblr for other reasons than loassumption, unfollow blogs for the time being, scroll past informational posts to avoid second guessing your application. tell yourself that

YOU ARE DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT!

PHASE 3:

when it was time to apply the law, i simplified it. you choose what you desire, you affirm from your desire and persist. okay! got it. so that’s what i did. i affirmed whenever i thought about my desire, i kept saying that it is done! so in phase 2, i mentioned how i realized how creation was ACTUALLY done, right? before deciding to apply the law, i kept seeing posts saying that but i didn’t really fully understand it until the realization hit me during my time away from social media. (see? i love alone time. solitude is my bff) — here’s my breakdown for you:

once you decide a desire is yours to claim, THE SECOND you affirm that, in your head, imagination, your 4D, it is ALREADY yours. therefore, it has no choice to become physical reality. (this is why your subconscious only needs to hear things once in order for it to conform!)

it will always be yours for as long as you sustain that assumption (persist), it is yours! no matter what.

this is the meaning of “it is done.” it’s like telling a chef what dish you want, once they know what you want, they’ve got you covered. except that this chef is you. you know the details of your desire, you declare it’s going to conform instantly so why are you worrying? there is no need to worry.

informational post on the 4D + 3D here:

❝ If you judge after appearances, you will continue to be enslaved by the evidence of your senses. To break this hypnotic spell of the senses you are told, "Go within and shut the door,” The door of the senses must be tightly shut before your new claim can be honored .Instead of fighting against the evidence of the senses you claim yourself to be that which you desire to be. As your attention is placed on this claim, the doors of the senses automatically close against your former master (that which you were conscious of being). As you become lost in the feeling of being (that which you are now claiming to be true of yourself) the doors of the senses once more open, revealing your world to be the perfect expression of that which you are conscious of being. ❞

i kept time away from social media and being persistent really helped me be aware of my thoughts.

persistence has helped me:

be aware of thoughts that i wouldn’t have been able to catch before. for example, i was declaring that i have all of my desires and creation was done, but i found myself affirming “okay but where is it?” — this made me realize i was questioning my desires in my 3D even though i knew it was done in the 4D. (you don’t have to do this, you can imply your 3D conforms fast with whatever affs)

flip and interrupt my intrusive thoughts faster and faster the more i persisted. i hated my intrusive thoughts so much. like it was so annoying and hurtful. it was filled with replaying past scenarios that happened to me, things i wished had played out differently, just people who absolutely did not deserve the right to be occupying my mind and space! so i was grateful to learn that with persistence, i started to have less and less of those.

(see!! mental diet, persistence!! <3 this is how habits form and strengthen duhh. remember not to abandon common sense for the law)

AND THEN, PHASE 4:

i had entered sabbath, the state of the wish fulfilled, calm and relaxation that my desire has already manifested and there wasn’t nothing left for me to do other than persist. after so much persisting and saturating my mind with my affirmations, i reached being peace with my desires. i’m really glad i persisted. see how after persistence of assumptions, though false, will harden into fact? see how even your affirmations would feel “fake” at first but will soon feel natural to you? this means that i wasn’t questioning where it was, how long it was taking, etc. but this doesn’t mean i was ignoring my 3D. i saw it all but i knew it was going to change BECAUSE i felt peace in my inevitable desires.

then, i received my desires.

❝ I couldn’t possibly be worried about anything if I really believe that imagining creates reality. ❞

❝ When I speak of feeling I do not mean emotion, but acceptance of the fact that the desire is fulfilled. Feeling grateful, fulfilled, or thankful, it is easy to say, “Thank You,” “Isn’t it wonderful!” or “It is finished.” When you get into the state of thankfulness, you can either awaken knowing it is done, or fall asleep in the feeling of the wish fulfilled. ❞

𝐈𝐕. YOUR NEW RULES & ROUTINE

☆┆YOUR 3 NEW RULES ARE:

1, you have all your desires:

i have all of my desires.

creation is finished. it is done.

2. you manifest quickly and easily:

manifesting is always so easy and instant for me.

i always manifest within 2 days or less, the 3D conforms instantly.

the 3D instantly reflect my 4D.

the physical reality instantly reflects my 4D/imaginative reality.

3. you are okay because nothing can stop you from getting the inevitable:

everything is going to be okay because creation is done.

i am always aware of my thoughts. nothing can stop/get in the way of my desires.

no amount of intrusive thoughts, events and opinions of others have the power to stop my manifestations.

✉️: choose one affirmation from each list or make one of your own that makes you feel comfortable.

☆┆ROUTINE:

affirm on loop as an act of saturating your mind whenever you think of your desire until you feel satisfied,

in the morning, after you wake up: saturate your mind with affs.

read the manifesting vaunt below everyday (whenever you feel like it) — read it over and over again until you feel confident then go about your day!!

at night, before you sleep, affirm this:

“i kept all my thoughts in check today. i didn’t waver once. my mind is completely saturated with the new story.”

optional tip: if you want to saturate your mind even more as a start, you can set reminders with sticky notes around your space, have affs on your phone lock screen or wear a bracelet.

✉️ NOTE: soon enough, your mind will be saturated and you won’t need to do this anymore. this is just a start for those who battle intrusive thoughts!

let yourself feel any emotions that may come up because of your hard circumstances then once it’s out of your system, affirm your rules, especially rule #3!

do not consume any loassumption information if you know it will only cause you to second guess your ability. if you have the urge to ask a blog a question, try to make sense of what they will say and answer it yourself.

in times of doubt, remember that life is a blank canvas. your desire is set in stone, so your only task is to persist.

REASSURANCE VAUNT

creation is ACTUALLY finished. it is done. the second i claimed my desires as mine, it has already manifested itself in the 4D so it has no choice to present itself in the 3D! all i have to do is affirm and persist. i always have unwavering faith in my manifesting abilities and the law. i never fail. i am successful at every single thing i do. manifesting is so effortless. no amount of doubt, worry, fear, anxiety, intrusive thoughts or events can ever, and i mean EVER stop my manifestations. why? because i said so. this is MY life. i make the rules. so if i say i manifest easily, the 3D conforms instantly and that i have all of my desires, then it is a FACT. i’m literally unstoppable. everything i want is inevitable. my only task is to persist, sit back and relax as the 3D reflects my 4D. it all happens so fast, but what else do you expect from a master manifester like me?

SOMETHING TO NOTE:

most of the time, people think affirming on loop is saying it like a robot but what you don’t realize is that you’re affirming as if you’re reading a book. it’s not filled with enthusiasm but it’s not exactly monotone either. stop overthinking it. it’s like the voice you’re reading this post with. correct?

again, soon enough, your affirmations will feel natural and you won’t feel the need to affirm constantly. the routine above was given for those who battle intrusive thoughts, making your affirmations dominate to the point where you don’t waver.

QUOTES on STATES:

❝ I paid thirty dollars for my first suit. Today a suit will cost me $200.00, but regardless of the cost, when the suit is new I am aware of it. But let me wear it long enough for it to feel natural and I will no longer be conscious of it. The same is true for a state. You may desire the state of fame. If you will think you are famous and remain conscious of the state long enough to make it natural, as the thoughts flow from you they become a natural part of your body of beliefs, and the world will proclaim your fame. ❞

❝ I urge you to use your own wonderful creative power and deliberately move into the state of your choice. Make it now by occupying the state long enough so that it feels natural. Haven’t you had a suit of clothes that felt so new you were conscious of them every moment? I know when I bought my first suit I walked down Fifth Avenue thinking everyone I passed knew my suit was new. People passing paid no attention to me, but I was so aware, so conscious of my new suit. That’s exactly that happens when you move into a new state. If the state of affluence is new, you think everyone knows it, but no one knows or cares whether you are rich or poor, so walk in the state until it becomes natural. The moment the feeling is natural, wealth is yours! ❞

𝐕. ENDING NOTE

i love you. read that again. you can do it. read that again. i am so so so so proud of you. read that again! you are so strong, you have SOO much potential and power. it’s time for you to tap into it, angel. stop making excuses. stop telling yourself you can’t do it. stop the nonsense! you’ve dealt with your hard circumstances long enough, it’s time for you to turn to the person who can make that change (you) and make it happen. i’m really sorry you have to go through what you did. you certainly do not deserve the unkind treatment. give yourself a hug and tell yourself that this. is. it. you’re going to make the change. you know it and i do too. it’s possible. nothing is impossible for the person who believes! keep the faith in yourself. nothing can stop you.

it’s like those movies where the mc finds out they hold so much power. they doubt it because of the life they’ve had so far but once they give it a shot, they become the most powerful hero ever. you are that hero!!!

i love you and i am, again, giving you the biggestttt hug ever.

now, with that being said, @blushydior​ will no longer be taking asks regarding this topic. i’ve cleared most of the questions that could ever arise. you don’t need my guidance anymore after this post! im seeing you off now. i love you. stay safe. know that you’re loved and hold the power to change your life.

— kisses from bambi ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

ps. make sure you clicked the words that have links! <3 (the links are missing)

𝐕𝐈. FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS

Something you wish you could’ve told yourself before you manifested it all to make things easier for anyone struggling:

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.

you guys are beating yourself up for something so simple. take a step back and realize that. you’re already dealing with such hard circumstances, so why are you literally degrading yourself for something so within your power and reach? tell yourself everything is going to be okay. you’re always doing your best. you deserve the WORLD.

I could write a whole novel, combine all the posts on tumblr teaching the law of assumption, and every helpful ask out there but at the end of the day, YOU are the only person who could change your life. YOU make the call. turn every doubtful question to a positive one, when in doubt, turn inwards toward the 4D and know that it is real. it is done the second you affirmed it so.

SPEND TIME ALONE.

i can NOT stress this enough. i didn’t include the details of my time alone in phase 2 for nothing. you’ll see that you can answer your own questions. you’ll catch the thoughts you missed because you have always been so adamant on getting answers to questions you already knew. take a deep breathe and stay firm.

SEE WHAT’LL HAPPEN IF YOU DON’T GIVE UP.

What did you affirm to get your dream life?

basically my affirmations i gave above and these. all i used were blanket affirmations.

What does persisting mean to you? What does persisting really feel like? Is it just like a mental diet? or what?

“persisting is sticking to what you want / the end no matter what you’re shown, told, and what you experience + picking yourself up after letting any negative emotions & thoughts pass by.” — blushydior from this ask here (sadly the link is missing:()

+ keeping your thoughts in line of the same category. to word this in a different way, i can affirm so many affirmations just as long as they mean the same thing to me!

“it also is a mental diet. we’re always persisting in something. it’s just a matter of what you’re persisting in. you either persist in your desire or negative/non-beneficial thought 24/7.”

“in your post about how you changed your life, you said you just affirmed and persisted. but from your other posts it seems like you read neville goddard books. so did you just affirm or did you do imaginal acts too? i get confused when people say “just affirm and persist” cause neville never said that.” (original ask here) (note from Eli: the link is missing).

“yes, i read his books and sometimes i would do imaginal acts but i would only do that bc it helped me get by my circumstances, yk? like if i was overwhelmed i would just daydream lol. its like how i read books to escape to another world. but i would say, affirming and persisting was what i focused more on.

i just used what worked for me and used his quotes as a reminder of the power of man. i didn’t want to bound myself to one’s teaching constantly worrying if im doing it “right” or not so instead, i went back to his quotes that consisted of telling me to persist, look inwards, finding confirmation in my imagination, etc whenever i needed a pick me up.

but correct me if i’m wrong, i’m pretty sure many of the success stories he shared consisted of people simply decreeing their desires and feeling the wish fulfilled simply by repetition and acceptance of their assumption.”

What is saturating your mind?

read about it here (the link is missing, but Basically it is repeating an affirmation every minute or hour until you feel fulfilled)

Do we have to believe our affirmations? Did you ever doubt the law in the process?

no, i did not believe my affirmations and YES of course i doubted the law but i kept persisting either way because what could i lose? and here i am.

Did you just affirm, persist, maintain a mental diet and that’s it? No SATS, going to the void, lullaby, repeating affirmations? Did you just got it sleep?

just affirming and persisting. sure, the occasional lullaby, i usually affirmed for 10 seconds max before i gave up. i couldn’t sleep without imagining some romantic scenario LOL #bambiexposed

How to deal with manipulation and narcissism?

remind yourself that you’re in advantage because you know about the law of assumption. life is a dream, you can literally have whatever you want just by affirming. if you know that, why allow yourself succumb to other people’s thoughts and beliefs? i couldn’t allow other people’s thoughts ruin my chance of living my dream life. the thought of it alone gave me the worst feeling.

How did you tackle the feelings of having no hope? + After being in the victim state for so long what did you do to get yourself out and actually stay out?

i persisted on loop whenever i doubted the law. i reminded myself that it doesn’t hurt to just be quiet, affirm and persist to live my dream life. just do it. you gain nothing from turning back to your old habits. see what’ll happen if you don’t give up. ❝ Do you always turn to your imagination and, no matter what happens, do you remain faithful to the state imagined? If you do, you have passed the test. But if every little rumor, doubt, or fear can move you around like a pawn on a chessboard, then you are not keeping the faith! ❞ ❝ Objects seem so independent of our perception of them that we incline to forget that they owe their origin to imagination.❞

What was the timeframe of when you got your desires?

about a week after deciding to be strict with self discipline, mind you, i was dealing with hard circumstances and intrusive thoughts for years. within this time span, i had entered sabbath so i immediately got my desires.

How did you kept a positive mindset when it looked like there was no movement?

refer back to phase 3

What was your affirming routine?

AT FIRST, when i started to get sick of overconsumption and not getting my desires, i knew my mind wasn’t saturated/my desires were not my dominant thoughts. so, i decided to be strict with myself. i reminded myself with pieces of paper in my room that said: ❝ PERSIST. new story only!❞ ❝ AFFIRM!❞

❝ 1.) the 3D conforms instantly.

2.) AFFIRM THE DESIRED

3.) BE LOT.❞

and taped them on the wall infront of my bed & one on my door so i can see it before i head out.

i didn’t need them anymore after a few days. (phase 3 & 4)

What did you do on all the days you woke up and things were still the same?

stop affirming that you don’t see results. i flipped the thought of “nothing’s changed.” to “i am in my desired reality, it is done.” and so on. be stern and remind yourself that you are in control. don’t fall prey to the 3D. turn inwards, find confirmation in the 4D. read quotes above.

How did you not react to the 3D?

i allowed myself to be angry. if i wanted to cry, i did. if i wanted to vent, i did. i ranted my feelings out in my head, aloud or in a journal then proceeded to go back to the new story after i cooled down.

But isn’t ranting “not letting the old story die out?”

you and i could rant until our minds are cleared, just as long as you flip my thoughts, you are on the right track. i ranted for 2% of my 24 hour days. the other 98% i was persisting in the fact that creation was done. as “time” went on, it began to feel more natural and i felt more at ease. i held onto that feeling because i knew this was when i would get my desires and i did. letting out and actually feeling your feelings is important. you’re not a robot.

Did you script how your life would be?

no.

(.𖥔 ݁ note from Eli: here's her post about her life before and After she changed it with LOA, anyway i wanted to make it in a post since the Google document can't let you make a copie of it and plus you can't take screenshots which René didn't allow)

[saintobio]

blank canvas: the epilogue.

pairings. ryōmen sukuna, fem!reader

genre. past lovers, angst, opposites attract

tags/warnings. mentions of toxic relationships, purple hearts-ish themes, maybe some heartache

notes. 2.4k wc. i said it’ll come in a few days, but i had free time so here it issss!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

TWO YEARS LATER

Tonight was Yuki and Choso’s going-away party. 

Their decision to migrate to another side of the world was because Yuki had always talked about wanting to live abroad, and so when Choso was offered a once-in-a-lifetime job opportunity in another country, it became the perfect chance for them to make that dream a reality.

So despite your apprehensions, you couldn’t miss the chance to see Yuki one last time and accepted her invitation to the party.

The evening was alive with laughter and chatter as their families and friends gathered to celebrate their bittersweet departure. Among the crowd, you spotted some familiar faces who exchanged greetings with the couple, as well as some strangers you had never seen before.

But one person was conspicuously absent. 

It had been two years since you had seen Sukuna, and the thought of potentially running into him again filled you with a strange mix of anticipation and dread. However, deep down, you knew he wouldn’t be there. There was no chance of him ever showing up because you hadn’t heard from him since that fateful night. The apartment you once shared together now housed a new tenant, and the tattoo shop across the street had transformed into a record store. Neither Yuki, nor Choso (even Yuuji), had mentioned anything about Sukuna since then, possibly avoiding any mentions of him to you out of his request. He had simply disappeared, evaporated from existence, leaving behind nothing but a fading memory.

As you scanned the room with a forlorn smile, your thoughts were interrupted by Yuki’s cheerful voice. “Y/N! So glad you could make it! I thought you weren’t gonna come, too.”

Your first instinct was to hug her tightly. “Of course, not! You know I can’t not see you before you go.”

“Aww.” She embraced you tighter before pulling away with a sad smile. “I’m gonna miss you so much. You’re like a little sister to me.” 

Indeed, and she was the big sister you never had. Things would feel different without her here, but you supported her decisions and would always wish her the best in her future endeavors. So, despite the distance you two would soon have, you gave her a reassuring pat on the back. “We can still keep in touch. And maybe, I’ll pay you a visit there, too.” 

“Honestly, I would love that!” she enthused, “Please do, even if I have to harass Getou and Gojou about it.” 

You chuckled as she mentioned the duo’s name and spent the next few minutes with you chatting for a bit, catching up with your life, talking about your future plans. It was amazing how much can change in two years, and how some things can also stay the same. Like your friendship. And this bond that you would never find with anyone else.

For now, the night was still young, and you knew Yuki still had many more guests to accommodate, so you didn’t want to take all of her time. Eventually she did excuse herself to greet more guests, and you found yourself standing by the kitchen island, absentmindedly stirring your cocktail.

As you stood in the corner of the room, surrounded by the chatter and laughter of the party, you felt a sudden jolt run through your body as loud voices boomed across the room. They were Yuuji and Choso’s exuberant greetings cutting through the air, drawing everyone’s attention, including yours.

“Nii-san!”

“There he goes, Mr. First Lieutenant!” 

Your eyes widened as you saw the figure they were addressing with playful salute—a man in a crisp military uniform, standing tall and confident. It took you a moment to recognize him, but when you did, your heart skipped a beat.

It was Sukuna.

He looked different, transformed almost, his demeanor more composed, his smile softer yet still retaining the undeniable aura of masculinity. He looked a lot more muscular than the last you remembered. His hair, now dyed back to its natural color, was neatly trimmed. You recognized that the uniform he wore was of the Japan Self-Defense Forces, adorned with badges and insignias that spoke of his achievements. The reckless, wild look in his eyes had been replaced by something steadier, more focused.

It wasn’t just the sight of him that made your heart skip a beat—it was how different he looked. 

“That’s so cool!” Yuuji raved about his older brother’s badges, his starry eyes genuinely intrigued at the sight of Sukuna in a uniform. 

Choso, on the other hand, was pulling him in a hug in an emotional jest. “Dammit. You said you couldn’t make it!” 

“Don’t cry now,” Sukuna teased, patting the younger brother’s back. He seemed to be genuinely having fun teasing his brothers. “Had to pull some strings. I was on duty, but do ‘ya think I’d let you go without seeing you?” 

You felt a pang of nostalgia in their interaction, but also recognized the visible difference in the way your ex-boyfriend spoke to others. He was genuinely happy. He was all smiles. He was the healthiest version of himself, both physically and emotionally.

It was clear to you that Sukuna had turned his life around, and it was evident that he was doing well in his field of work. The man you once knew, who had been consumed by his reckless way of life, was now standing tall and respected as an honorable member of the military.

When you said you had never met Sukuna again in your lifetime, that was true. Because the Sukuna you knew was no longer here. It was an entirely different man, changed for the better, just not for you. 

As if sensing your gaze, Sukuna turned and your eyes mirrored each other’s surprise. For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away, as if you were characters in a movie screen seeing each other for the very first time. It was as though your eyes were the camera, and he was the actor. You could say you were starstruck, your heart thumping so loud that you could hear it vibrate through your ears. 

Two freaking years, and Sukuna still had that effect on you. 

You didn’t know what to do. You found yourself at a loss, the red cup in your hand now shaking from the sudden surge of anxiety. Your mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, a kaleidoscope of heavy emotions, a tornado of nostalgic bliss, leaving you feeling adrift in a sea of memories. 

You wondered if Sukuna hated having to see you here. And if so, should you leave to spare yourself—or perhaps him—from any potential discomfort?

Caught in this internal struggle, you felt paralyzed, uncertain of what to do next. But then, you saw a flicker of recognition and regret in his eyes. 

Before you could even contemplate your next move, Sukuna was already excusing himself from his brothers. Their knowing looks exchanged in silence spoke volumes, indicating they were aware of where he was headed. The realization then hit you like a wave. Sukuna, your ex-boyfriend of two years, was coming toward you, and you were suddenly faced with a decision between confronting the past or making a quick escape.

“Y/N,” he greeted with a boyish grin, his voice deeper, more controlled. The bad boy persona he used to carry was completely gone. 

“Sukuna,” you replied, struggling to keep your voice steady, a complete opposite from his confidence.

There was a moment of awkward silence before he spoke again. “You look great.”

“Thanks,” you meekly replied, clearing your throat and gesturing to his uniform, “You, too. Military suits you. I never saw that coming.”

He smiled in agreement, seemingly happy about his current appearance. You had never seen this kind of bliss from him before, like he was filled with content and a sense of self-worth. He was proud, and truth be told, you were, too. 

“It’s been a good change. It gave me structure, purpose,” he paused, taking a red cup from the kitchen island nearby, “I finally got something ‘better’ to do with my life, huh?”

You smiled softly, not missing the implication of his last statement. “I’m happy for you. Really.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” 

“Mhmm.” 

The minutes that followed were some of the most agonizing of your life, not because of Sukuna, but because of the overwhelming awkwardness that enveloped the two of you. It felt as though you had nothing else to discuss, knowing full well that delving into your shared past was a territory you could never comfortably navigate. However, Sukuna, always the more vocal one in your relationship, had finally broken the silence.

“Do you…” he began, leaving you on edge, anticipating his question, “Do you wanna get some fresh air outside?” 

Right. And with a smile, you nodded. “Sure.” 

— —

You were grateful for the opportunity to escape the stifling atmosphere of the party and find some solace in the cool night air. Both of you were at the front porch, sitting over the pavement talking about anything but your past. 

Sukuna excitedly talked about his time in the military, where you learned that he had enlisted two years ago and joined the army. After enlisting, he quickly excelled in the rigorous training required for the Special Operations Group (SOG). It didn’t surprise you that his physical prowess, sharp intellect, and determination made him a standout candidate.

“I actually completed advanced courses in counter-terrorism, reconnaissance, and combat survival,” he shared, his gaze set on the clear starry night above you. “Oh, and last month, I was deployed on a high-stake mission overseas. We extracted hostages from a conflict zone. Remember the action movies we used to watch? It was exactly like that. It was fun, thrilling.” 

You listened intently, an elbow propped on your leg as you absorbed the enthusiasm in his stories. Pride and joy swelled in your heart as you heard him talk about something he was passionate about, because it was a stark contrast to the old Sukuna who wouldn’t have shown interest in these things. And this time around, you felt like you were infatuated again, but with the new him. 

“I’m really proud of you.” Longingness dripping from your voice. “Very proud. And you’re First Lieutenant, too? Wow.” 

The compliment seemingly made him blush, a sight so rare to see that you haven’t seen it throughout your relationship. “I wanted to become a better man.” 

You felt a squeeze in your heart. You recalled the words he said that night at the parking lot, of him telling you that he had his own insecurities, too. That he knew all along that your uncertainties about him were rooting from his way of life. That he was aware that he couldn’t give you the life you deserved. 

“Y/N.” Your name rolled off his tongue in an affectionate manner. He soon rose from his seat, prompting you to follow suit, before turning to face you. “I forgot to mention.”

You swallowed hard. “Yeah?”

His smile was sweet and genuine. “I’m engaged now.”

Oh.

Of course. 

What did you expect?

His words settled in your heart like a suffocating shroud. Despite the ache in your chest, you managed a polite nod, concealing the storm of emotions swirling inside you. But you couldn’t contain it—the damn tears that pooled in your eyes. Please, not now. You turned away, hoping to shield your reaction from him.

But it was all too late. 

He was already pulling you into an embrace, the familiarity in his warmth only making you weaker inside. “You are and will always be my greatest love,” he whispered into your ear, pressing his lips against your temple, “And also my biggest regret.”

Damn it. You covered your face with your hands, feeling ashamed of the tears streaming down your cheeks. What an absurd twist of fate. You could have gone about your day without encountering him again, yet here you were, shedding tears over the same man who had broken your heart two years ago.

“When I say regret,” he continued, cupping your cheeks and smiling at you lovingly. He ran his thumb across your cheeks, wiping your tears away. “I meant regret of not being that man for you. I didn’t treat you the way you deserved, or respected your boundaries like I thought I did.” Sukuna’s charm had you holding your breath still, too enamored by his beauty under the moonlight. He used to be a man of a few words, and now he didn’t shy away from pouring out his raw emotions. “I’m sorry I was two years too late. I’m sorry I had to let you go and be with someone else. But you and I know that it’s for the best.”

You weren’t crying because you wanted to get back together with him. You weren’t crying because he had promised marriage to someone else. You were crying because it felt like he was the one who slipped through your fingers, the one that got away, the one who could have been your forever if circumstances had aligned differently. It was the regret of a lost possibility, the ache of knowing that in another universe, you and him could have shared a lifetime together, untouched by the mistakes of the past.

He had dreams of making you his wife, dreams of having your children, dreams of growing old with you.

But the old Sukuna was dead, replaced by the new Sukuna who was happy and free from love’s toxicity. You realized it was time to let go. Time to bury the past and instead celebrate the future. 

“Congratulations on the engagement,” you offered your well wishes, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze with your tear-filled eyes. “I hope she doesn’t find you a handful.”

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “No, no. I have to behave or else I’m a dead man,” he joked. “She's in the army, too.”

“Well, I’m glad you met her, Sukuna. You deserve it,” you said, your voice filled with genuine warmth as you wiped your lachrymose eyes. 

Gratitude and comfort shone in his gaze. “And I’m glad you found your peace, Y/N. You always deserved better.”

You smiled in appreciation of his words as he helped you dust off your pants. Just then, your phone buzzed in your pocket, briefly taking your attention away from the current scene. “Uh, I think I need to go,” you hesitated, glancing back at the house. “But I think Yuki’s pretty busy.”

“It’s fine,” he assured. “Do you want me to call you a cab or?”

“No, it’s okay,” you replied, shooting him a grateful expression. “Satoru’s on his way to pick me up.”

He nodded, smiling. “Cool.” You were surprised when he offered his hand, a gesture to finally close whatever remained between you two. “It was nice seeing you, Y/N.”

You shook his hand and gave him a playful salute. “Likewise, First Lieutenant Ryomen Sukuna.”

As he returned to the party, immediately attacked by his friends, there was no hint of yearning or longing in him, as if the poignant exchange with his ex-girlfriend had never occurred. He was back in the scene in a fluid motion, laughing, catching up with his loved ones, telling stories about his life. No heartbreaks, no painful memories.

While as you stood there, knowing you had shared respect and love for each other, you were happy that there was a sense of closure in seeing Sukuna as the man he had become. You had both grown, both changed, and in that moment, you knew that your story, though painful, had led you two to where you needed to be. 

That your love’s canvas, once blank, now held colors to complete the portrait.