#sorry this isn’t my usual content

[firephoenix23]

Like I literally have second hand embarrassment for Vox after seeing what Alastor ACTUALLY is like in a rivalry.

Like homie wishes he could be that close to Alastor 😂😂

[ego-osbourne]

I wanted to add to this. Speaking as a Christian who is far too aware of AI: this is not me bashing on the people using this app, this is a genuine warning and awareness post that I think is important. I realize it’s not going to reach a lot of the people I hope it would, being on tumblr, but I’m not entirely sure where else to put this besides in the reviews section of the app itself. And that’s not an app I really want to download just to write a review for, considering the data-gathering and overall boost that it would recieve if I did.

This is a long one, so hit the “read more” at your discretion.

TLDR: don’t download this app, even for fun. ChatGPT is a horrible thing. If you have Christian friends who think this might be a good resource, tell them it isn’t, and it never will be. They need to seek someone with actual church authority / someone ordained / study the Bible if they want anything genuine. Jesus is not in this app.

To start, this app uses ChatGPT. Also, it isn’t just chatting with Jesus, it’s with a few other biblical figures + a random prayer buddy (who is also a bot). The main reason why this app is heretical (by the very definition of the word) is because it is claiming to be Jesus when it is not Jesus, it has no proof of being so, and is not recognized by any Church organization as holy. It would have to go through a screening process to be considered viable in Christian use, and it would never pass.

Here’s a look at part of the description page for the app.

While the app does say it uses AI, it very blatantly claims that the user is able to talk with Jesus himself, along with other holy figures, as mentioned before (“Chat with Jesus, the Holy Family, Apostles, and more…”). I had some hope seeing that asterisk at the end, thinking maybe the developers would fess up and say that “hey, this isn’t actually Jesus, it’s just AI,” but you can see at the bottom that it’s only informing the user that, to be able to talk with other bots, you’d have to pay them. And, like heresylog said, PRAYER IS FREE! If someone is telling you to pay them for holy advice, get out of that situation immediately. A paywall is not charity.

The “prophets and heroes” highlight is just further stating my previous point, that the developers are fully claiming that users will be able to talk with actual people from Scripture.

“Meaningful dialogue” is a pseudo-lie. What this bot seems to do is answer the user’s messages with some fluff words and direct quotes from the Bible. What translation of the Bible? Which denomination is the bot taking these lessons from? Who can say! Because the bot sure doesn’t! And because it doesn’t specify which translation / denomination it’s getting its info from, it will, no doubt, leave many denominationally-specific Christians who use this app very confused. Speaking as a non-denominational Protestant, I can see how this would appeal to me, taking “lessons” (in quotes because, let’s be honest, these are fake lessons that only hit the mark by coincidence) from each denomination and choosing which to study, which ones I agree with, which ones I don’t. But what if a Catholic uses this app and starts to get views based on Methodist teachings that contradict their Catholic ones? If they weren’t aware of the discrepancies, they’d be sent on a false lead in their community. I’m not saying that switching denominations isn’t perfectly valid, I am saying that not everyone is willing to do that. Christian denominations act as communities that many people would appreciate sticking with, and confusing them with counter-beliefs will only frustrate people. If you want differing views, you should be able to seek them out, not be confused on what is part of your community vs what is part of another’s.

“Suitable for all ages” probably hurt the most. Mostly because we can see in one of the reviews that, yes, kids do use this app, and it’s extremely predatory.

Adult Christians getting confused in their faith is bad enough, but children in the Church is always something that should be treated with the upmost caution. The fact that there is an 11yo using this app is extremely disturbing and disgusting. My own views on children in the Church is very grey, and not an argument for this post, but the conclusion nonetheless is if a child is pursuing faith, they should be pursuing something real.

While the tumblr community has had a good laugh at this post (I even thought it was fake until I looked into it), the actual audience that this app has garnered is completely out of the loop.

As of Aug 31st, this app has just over 600 ratings deeming it 4.5/5 stars. Looking into the reviews. It’s clear who the main audience is: extremely gullible Christians who know nothing about AI and probably fully believe that there is an ounce of truth to this app. I wanted to show some reviews that put me off the most.

“I know I’m not actually texting Jesus or Mary or anyone like that but if I were, I think this would be how it would feel,”. This is someone who obviously doesn’t know just how fake AI is. It’s not somebody roleplaying the part of Jesus, it’s a soulless, heartless machine that takes viewpoints from every Christian source under the book, ignoring denominational standpoints, throwing it all in a blender, and attempting to present it in an appealing way. It’s fake faith. It’s fake sentiment. It’s fake study. This is not how it would feel if you were genuinely speaking to “Jesus or Mary or anyone like that.” This is a false voice. We will never know what it would be like to speak with Jesus (until death or the 2nd Coming, if you’re religious), full stop. This app cannot recreate something that it has not documented.

“I was able to get a biblical answer … that I couldn’t easily and clearly find anywhere else besides the Bible itself.” I think this reviewer is confused, but to play Devil’s advocate, if they were able to find an answer in the Bible, why did they use this bot? The Bible has been gored in the sense of interpretation to hell and back for the past millennium+, but interpretation is part of the art of reading the Bible. There are people who do read the Bible well, and can interpret it, and they are called priests, pastors, bishops, preachers, popes, etc. (Yes I am fully aware that many people in those positions HAVE NOT read the Bible well, and it’s why we get the dreaded Christian-encouraged homophobia, transphobia, racism, religious xenophobia, etc., and I am fully aware that there are others outside of those positions who DO read the Bible well, but as a general rule of thumb, those should be the people that lay people go to in search of guidance.) There are other options, too, but this app is not one of those options. — — — Also, further regarding the “loving lgtbq question,” it’s never stated what was answered or how. In that regard, I’m not going to argue any technicalities, but I will leave this message: Christians have, do, and will continue to love all members of the LGBTQ+ community. Not “good” Christians, real Christians. Bigoted people should not be what most others think of when they hear the word “Christian.” There is no such thing as a good Christian. Our acceptance of LGBTQ+ should not make us “good.” It should simply be the way that we are. Anyone who fails to support the community fully (not talking about the “oh well you’re a sinner but I still love you,” screw that sentiment) is not a Christian.

On the flip side of things, we have users who are right to turn away from this app, but wrong in what they call it.

Not going to go through most of this review, you can read it for yourself, but I wanted to draw attention to the use of the word “demonic.” Yes, this app is blasphemous (more accurately heretical, but still right in its own sense), but it is not demonic. It was not made by Satan or demons, it was made by some idiotic people who wanted a cash grab. People who are smart enough to use and program AI are smart enough to realize that they are being predatory to the Christian community. I refuse to give the developers the benefit of the doubt that they are unaware of how heretical it is to make a machine impersonate Jesus.

To the God-fearing Christians of tumblr: this app is bad, yes, but language like this is what makes people point and laugh at us. Know your language. Not everything that is anti-Christian is demonic. Not everything that tries to trick you to think it’s Christian is demonic. In fact, 99%, it won’t be demonic. Keep your wits about you. Know your vocabulary. Speak wisely.

And, to end off, I wanted to show a developer response to one of the reviews. I didn’t include the review because it was a bit garbled, but know that it was strictly negative.

I have to laugh at the “literally nobody is claiming any of this” line. It reads like a teenager losing an argument. To more seriously interject, though, “you may use this as a tool to explore scripture” is interesting. While this feature is somewhat referenced in point two of their description (in the first image), the app clearly states that it’s a tool to speak with biblical figures, not a “Scripture explorer.” And, to reiterate a previous point, exploring Scripture where it isn’t specified which translation or denominational Bible it’s coming from is next to useless. Many interpretations are just plainly bad (I have personal beef with NIV), and while most of the Bible is the same / extremely similar across denominations, there is a reason why Catholics have different versions of the Bible from Protestants. It’s for that reason that it’s so very important to know where you’re getting your verses from. That’s something that this app does not do. (I wouldn’t be surprised if the texts that get spat at users are fake verses, too, thought I don’t have any evidence for that sentiment.)

While tumblr has had a glorious ride with this post, please be aware that there are well-intentioned people who are genuinely using this app and are being lied to because of it. Christianity, at its core, is human. So extremely human. An AI is not human. An AI will never be human. Developers making an AI will never be able to put an ounce of real emotion into it. They just want your money. They just want to trick people. That trickery will lead to people getting hurt.

Even if you aren’t Christian, and/or don’t like the faith, I hope understand how dangerous this is for well-meaning people out there. Again, if you have Christian friends who would fall for something like this, make them aware of it. It’s insane to think that this app is even remotely successful.

And, just in general, AI sucks. So, if nothing else, see this as one more pushback against the AI movement.

In conclusion: this app is stupid. Thanks for reading.

They've managed to automate heresy now!

[ihavesomejays]

home is what you make of it

closeup under keep reading

[hplonesomeart]

Whoops hand slipped here’s some TADC character fanart. Apologies for the severe lack of Pomni in this one idk where she went off to…maybe she got lost on her way to find the exit. The lines are incredibly choppy & rushed, I know, but it was still fun art practice! I don’t draw these guys nearly enough anyways so this is a nice change of pace. Support indie animation :3

[babybunnytoy4you]

Is it weird that I want the non-conventionally attractive guy? The one that was a band kid and had no friends? The one who spends most of his time chronically online? The one who’s never been touched by a female other than his mother? Idk, three year crush is fading. Ig I should move on

[javierduffy]

ohh javieran … javieran post kieran’s death .., javier is a poor lonesome cowboy in america a long way from home with no more sweetheart to sit and talk with him ooohhh can anyone hear me ….

[amongsnot]

psst otgw fans,,, gravity falls fans,,,,,, rejoice

this is a fic written by me and my dear friend @spectralsnailenjoyer! (don’t fret though, there IS a nicktoons fic planned to be released by halloween)

[qiallos]

i hate making posts like this but i just want to vent in saying that the fact there’s a person in the rpc , one i know floats in the same circles as me , who has been blatantly stealing from me and making money off my content for years just makes me lose sm faith in this community fr. i’m not one for callouts so i won’t do that , but their blog just popped up in my feed again and i just big sigh.

[starbymoss]

Tw: vent (mentions of school shootings (didn’t happen to me I’m just scared it will), panic attacks, nausea/throwing up, death of a family member/death in general, swearing)

Hey can we normalize making comforting playlists that are ACTUALLY comforting?? No I don’t want to listen to art is dead I just had a panic attack and almost threw up bc I’m fucking terrified of the fact my school could get shotup and my cousin died last night I don’t wanna even THINK of the word death rn I need comfort. NORMALIZE ACTUAL COMFORT PLAYLISTS GODDAMNIT AND PUT TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. IDFC IF YOU “DONT THINK ITS ACTUALLY TRIGGERING” I JUST ALMOST CRIED BC A SONG CAME ON

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

All the entertainment media about the woo-woo aspect of psychic services don’t prepare you for how mentally involved doing tarot readings is. It’s not “ooooooooo the spirits are whispering to me through the cards and I see your future clearly ooooooooooo” no you must work for your answers. It’s like literary analysis but ten times harder because it’s vague and there is no author to speak of.

[shyestofhearts]

Does anyone know how to take care of wavy hair/good products to take care of wavy hair? Asking for a frizzy haired friend

(It's me, my hair is so frizzy all the time and I can't figure out how to make it stop pls help lmao)

[wormbraind]

having a crisis over how good this katsuragi art looks maybe i shouldn’t have changed my art style

[workplacefire]

Living is weird, we were blobs given sentience and now we have to pay to live, eat, and drink like we don't need to survive. We are just beings on a planet, that is tiny compared to the vast expanse of the universe, and most of us believe we are alone. We’re stupid for thinking we are alone.

Why do I have to pay for water of food when all I could do is go down the road and grab a fruit off a tree? Why don’t we? Because we are lazy, we’ve been lazy, we’ve become used to being lazy and now it’s a way of life that we accept and that is fucking up future generations.

We have no free will anymore, you will find that most of us think the same and act the same because we have this presser of fitting in and if we don't fit in we are weird and insane. Why am I an outcast because I have a learning disability. I try so hard to fit in and it’s fucking tiring and all I want is the ability to leave my house in clothes I like and not be judged for being comfortable. We were given sentience just live like a hive mind and act, look, and fundamentally are the same.

We are the largest species that does selective breeding WILLINGLY like holy god, why can i not love someone who has a physical disability or a mental disorder? "Because its bad for the baby." well what about me can i not chose for myself anymore or is my generation so royaly fucked that even as adults we need advice and instructions on every little thing.

Back to my original point, belong alive is weird and we should all stop paying taxes.

Just a silly little ramble

[thechatsmeouch]

i know i’m more of a fandom account but i was thinking last night about how far i’ve come with my contamination ocd, and i wanted to talk about some of the more “taboo” compulsions i had.

to add some context, i have drug based contamination ocd, (most prominent) so i typically obsess over there being drugs in my food, drinks, and anything i touch.

so without further ado, here are my compulsions that i no longer do, or do much less than i used to.

would not wipe after peeing, and would actively hold any bowel movements because of how afraid i was of there being drugs on my toilet paper

would not sit down on any toilet seat, at home or in public. (still won’t sit on most public toilet seats, i hover)

would not drink water

would not drink alcohol (still won’t)

would not eat anything that wasn’t made by myself or someone i trusted, and even then, most times would not eat (this caused me to lose 30lbs, and i had to explain to my psychiatrist that i WAS NOT anorexic, i was just terrified of eating)

would not go out in public without every square inch of my body covered in thick clothes, and close toed shoes (i was afraid someone would throw drugs on me)

would not sit on public benches

would not touch ANYTHING with my bare hands, i wore two sets of gloves at all times in public, and would still use my sleeves to touch things. i used my sleeves on everything in my own home as well.

would not shower or use soap, and would go as long as possible in between showers. i was convinced that there were drugs in the water and soap, even if i’d used them before with no problems

would wipe everything down with bleach wipes after grocery shopping (refused to go to walmart because it was “unsafe”, and had panic attacks/dissociation episodes every time i did go)

ironically wouldn’t wash hands unless necessary until i was comfortable with the soap

wouldn’t pet the dogs or cats if they’d been outside, or if someone “contaminated” touched them first

wore shoes and socks in the house no matter what (i had a pair of house sandals)

my ex who i lived with at the time brought drugs into the house (he knew i was terrified of them, and that’s a whole other can of worms) so i refused to go into his room or touch his doorknob for 3 months

would not brush my teeth, same reason as the soaps

would not eat anything processed (packaged, like fruit snacks, candies, chips, etc. i lived off of kraft mac and cheese and fries)

this is all i can think of off the top of my head, and as you can see, my biggest compulsion is avoidance. i suffered for only around a year before i was diagnosed and started exposure therapy through NOCD (genuinely an amazing experience and i highly recommend it to everyone with ocd or whoever thinks they have ocd, not sponsored obviously)

i was considered disabled. i could not work, or function properly, i was in a CONSTANT state of fight or flight, all day i was dissociated and felt completely unreal. i don’t perform most of these compulsions anymore, but there are some that still find their way back into my life. i still avoid certain foods, drinks, and other things.

what i hope someone can take away from this is that ocd does not always look like being a clean freak, or flipping light switches. i didn’t believe i had ocd because it didn’t present in the stereotypical way.

i believe so many people suffer from ocd and just don’t know it, so they end up making it worse for themselves and wonder why their entire life is filled with anxiety, and sometimes they choose to end their lives because of it. i know i considered it every day when i was starving, dehydrated and exhausted from the moment i woke up to the moment i fell asleep, and when i couldn’t even escape it in my dreams, i felt hopeless.

but there is hope. i would not be here today if i hadn’t gone through exposure therapy. i will always, always advocate for ocd therapy and recovery, and i will always point out misinformation and do my best to destigmatize ocd.

if you are struggling, please, please reach out. if you can afford therapy, DO IT! NOCD does virtual sessions, and you get a free consultation phone call. exposure therapy is the golden standard for ocd for a reason!

[catchastarorten]

—License and registration, please.

Pairing: Hwang Jun-ho x wife!fem!reader

Summary: Did you pass the speed limit? No. Did Jun-ho pull you over anyways to steal a few moments (and kisses) with you? Yes.

Content: fluff, shared kisses, a girl flirting with him but Jun-ho being very loyal, English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, not proofread, sorry!

Word count: ~ 1.1k

The air was cool that afternoon, sunlight glinting off the windshields of passing cars. Traffic duty wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it was steady, and after everything Jun-ho had endured chasing shadows and secrets, it wasn’t so bad. He didn’t mind the transfer. It gave him time to breathe. To be with you.

A motorcycle driving into sight caught his eyes, bringing him out of his thoughts. A man carrying a girl on the back, helmet-less.

Jun-ho approached the two as the motorcycle came to a stop, his partner—a younger, less experienced officer trailed after him.

“You’re not wearing a helmet. Your license, please.” he took out a small tablet as the man cursed, eyes full of impatience and annoyance.

“Isn’t this entrapment? Hiding to catch people is shady. You want to squeeze money out of broke citizens?” the man scoffed.

“Your license, please.” Jun-ho ignored him and extended a hand out, waiting.

The man handed over his license begrudgingly as the girl sitting behind him on the motorcycle hopped down, giving the man a reassuring pat as if saying, “I’ve got this,” before coming closer to Jun-ho.

“Look, can’t you just let us go? I’m wearing one.” she gestured to her own helmet, giving it a steady pat.

“No, ma’am.”

The girl frowned, but took a second look at him and her eyes sparkled, peering at him. “Hey, you’re really handsome!” her voice tuned into a higher pitch at her excitement, as if she found some treasure.

“I could charge you with obstruction.” Jun-ho said dryly, checking the information on the small tablet in his hand.

“You’re a tough cookie,” the girl smiled wider, taking out her phone. She snapped a few pictures, striking different poses as Jun-ho tried to avoid the camera, his head ducked low as he scanned over the information shown on the tablet. The man on the motorcycle narrowed his eyes at the sight.

As the ticket printed out from a machine strapped to Jun-ho’s vest, the girl patted his shoulder. “Come on, get in here!” she leaned closer, but he stepped away to maintain a good distance, before walking over to the man.

Jun-ho handed the ticket to the guy. “The fine for not wearing a helmet is 20,000 won. Pay it on time.”

The man snatched the ticket away as the girl continued fawning.

“What’s your number? Are you single?” she squealed.

Jun-ho blinked, momentarily taken aback, before he smirked softly and raised his hand, the band on his finger glinting in the sunlight. “Happily married,” he said simply, his voice warm.

The girl’s excitement evaporated, replaced by a pout. “Seriously? Who’s the lucky woman?”

Jun-ho didn’t answer, instead he walked back to the squad car.

The man drove off on his motorcycle, a bitterness clinging onto him. The girl was startled and chased after the guy, shouting and exclaiming and throwing her helmet at him but missing while trying to catch up, her loud curses disappearing into the distance along with the motorcycle.

Jun-ho watched the scene unfold with an amused smile, shaking his head before getting back into the squad car. His rookie partner shot him a bewildered look. “Does that happen to you a lot?”

“More than you’d think. Just ignore them,” Jun-ho replied, settling back into his seat, looking down at the band on his ring finger as his eyes softened, already missing you.

They were driving back toward their usual patrol route when Jun-ho caught sight of a familiar car in the distance. It was yours, the unmistakable silhouette of the vehicle and the way it handled the road bringing an instant smile to his face.

“Pulling over for a second,” he told his rookie partner.

“What? Why?”

Without explanation, Jun-ho sped up slightly, falling into step behind your car before flicking on the lights. You weren’t speeding—you rarely did—but you pulled your car to the side of the road obediently anyway, your indicator blinking calmly, putting the car in park.

Jun-ho stepped out of the patrol car, smoothing his uniform. His partner stayed inside, fiddling with the radio.

He walked up to your window, tapping lightly on the glass, then gestured for you to roll it down. When you turned to look at him, he saw the way your eyes flickered in recognition and affectionate annoyance. He could already feel his heart melting.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along as you pressed the button and lowered the window.

“Officer,” you said, your voice laced with playful suspicion. “What’s the problem?”

Jun-ho leaned against the frame, speaking in a serious way, though the corners of his mouth twitched. “License and registration, please.”

You scoffed. “I wasn’t speeding. You know I wasn’t speeding.”

“You were driving suspiciously… within the speed limit,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Very suspicious.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Am I really getting a ticket for obeying the law?”

“Yes,” he said, dipping his head closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “But you can pay in kisses.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in through the open window, his lips brushing yours in a tender, stolen kiss. It was soft, warm, and lingering—the kind of kiss that reminded you just how much he adored you. When he pulled back, he waited for just a moment before stealing another kiss. And then another.

“Jun-ho,” you mumbled, your voice half-scolding but mostly filled with affection.

“One more,” he murmured, his hand resting lightly on the edge of the window.

You gave in, letting him kiss you again.

“That’ll cover it,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement as he pulled back, his eyes lingering on yours.

Just as he straightened, the passenger door of the squad car opened, and his rookie partner stepped out, looking thoroughly confused. “Uh… everything okay?”

Jun-ho let out a sigh, his expression shifting back to something more professional, though you could still see the softness in his eyes when he glanced at you. “Everything’s fine,” he said. “I’ll be there in a minute, go wait in the car.”

The officer hesitated but nodded, retreating back to the patrol car, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Jun-ho said, his voice softening as he looked at you.

You smiled warmly. “I’ll see you at home.”

“I’ll be there,” he promised. “Sharp.”

With one last lingering look, Jun-ho stepped back, letting you drive off. He stood there for a moment, watching your car disappear down the road, his heart full.

As he returned to the squad car, his rookie partner gave him a questioning look, but Jun-ho didn’t offer an explanation. Some things were just for him to cherish.

[sttoru]

Sukuna with clingy concubine 🛐🛐 like hella clingy, always clinging to sukuna, sitting on his lap and just following sukuna like a lost puppy

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. fluff. little bit suggestive. size difference. reader is clingy, a bit of an airhead ig. reader gets called ‘girl, brat’.

“y’re annoying me, girl,” sukuna grumbles as he walks to the courtyard. you had magically appeared behind him the moment he stepped out of his room to get some fresh air.

you flash him an apologetic smile “i’m sorry, my lord.” you’re not sorry, sukuna knows, though he doesn’t comment on it. it’s been like this ever since a week or two ago. he cannot recall why you’re suddenly so much more affectionate.

he doesn’t wait on you, however, and takes big strides towards the courtyard. if your little legs can’t keep up, that isn’t his problem. you frown and take on the challenge that’s been thrown your way.

you increase your pace and nearly run after sukuna. you have to lift your kimono a little to make sure you wouldn’t trip over the fabric. it doesn’t seem like you’ll give up any time soon as you follow him with that same content expression on your face.

sukuna can’t believe that a human like you dares to even be in his presence for so long. he didn’t call for you, so why are you adamant on staying with him? he concludes that something must be up, “what’d you want from me?”

there hangs a silence between you two afterwards. sukuna’s slow yet heavy footsteps reverberate through the hallway, followed by your quick and light ones. you pout as you notice that the king of curses isn’t even sparing you a glance, “nothing at all. i just like to be with you.”

you add the latter as an afterthought. you don’t expect sukuna to react to that, so you continue to trail behind him into the courtyard. “tch,” you hear him scoff in annoyance. you’re sure he doesn’t mean any actual harm by that, so you don’t take it personally.

sukuna eventually sits down on the engawa, where the servants have placed the comfy zabuton cushions. there’s always one for you as well—right next to sukuna’s. it’s become a habit for the maids to include you in sukuna’s daily routines since you’re always with him.

you eye your own cushion, though don’t make an effort to actually sit down on it. sukuna stares ahead, not bothered to notice you at the moment. you look down at his lap, recalling just how perfectly you can fit on it.

you don’t waste any more time and plop down on his thick thighs, your back against his chest. sukuna’s brow twitches at the sudden contact. his bottom pair of eyes look down at you whilst the upper ones keep looking at the nature in front of you both.

“get off me,” the king of curses commands through a low tone. he doesn’t push you off, however. that alone should tell you enough; he’s tolerating your behaviour as per usual. or perhaps he secretly likes your proximity.

you shall never discover which of the two it actually is.

“nooooooo,” you exaggerate with a whine. you don’t want to. you wrap both of your arms around one of sukuna’s—clinging onto him like your life depends on it. he simply responds by sighing.

you know sukuna’s able to grab you by the collar and force you to sit down on the cushion beside him, but he doesn’t. your heart flutters every time sukuna shows some tolerance to your clingy behavior. it means that maybe—just maybe—he’s opening up to the idea of being more affectionate with you.

“such a fuckin’ brat,” sukuna simply puts one hand on your waist, the others supporting his weight on the engawa. he grumbles, but there are clear signs of him relaxing with you in his presence.

you chuckle at the realisation and swing your legs in excitement. sukuna unexpectedly bites your ear in response to your increased activity on his lap, “stay still or i’ll kick you off.”

you let out a small whimper as you feel his fangs gently sick into your earlobe. you jolt back and rub the skin with your hand, looking up at sukuna with a playful frown before teasing him back. you roll your eyes and answer him with a firm yet mocking, “sir yes, sir!”

sukuna clicks his tongue at your tease. you answer him like he’s some general in the military. that’s not the kind of relationship he has with you—it’s more than that. even though he knows you’re joking, he dislikes it when you call him anything other than ‘my lord’, ‘my king’, or just his name.

he finds great satisfaction in the way you refer to him as such. you’re the only one who can make sukuna grin each time you remind him of his status and the power he has over you.

the power dynamic; it’s addictive.

he needs more of it.

sukuna reaches out to grab your face with one hand, but you’re quick to pull your head back the moment you see that intimidatingly big hand coming down onto your vision. you clear your throat and apologise, “i mean—yes, my lord.”

the king of curses hums in content. that title is exactly what he had been looking for. he retracts his hand and settles it back down on your waist, patting your sides twice to show his satisfaction with your obedience.

you stop squirming around in his lap and simply lay back down in his arms. you close your eyes and nearly fall asleep because of the comfortable atmosphere. the slight breeze against your face is relaxing and perfectly compliments the warmth from sukuna’s body.

what a perfect way to spend your day.