#there is such a possibility for him to be one of the most complex and incredible characters

[oddberryshortcake]

Twisted Wonderland - Blessings and Curses 

In Twst, it’s said repeatedly that blessings and curses are virtually the same thing, but are differentiated only by how they either positively or negatively affect the person who is spelled. 

This is interesting because of this, in some cases, spells meant to be blessings turn into curses, which a number of characters suffer from. Some curses can also be a blessing. 

There are now at least four characters who are canonically cursed in some form, with some being more explicitly stated as cursed, others implied, and some we don’t even know what’s truly going on, so I’ll be going over everything that we do know because this magic system is mysterious and I want to know more. 

Idia Shroud, the late original Ortho Shroud, STYX’s director (Idia’s father) and the late Aidne Shroud (Idia’s grandmother) have all been generationally cursed for hundreds of years since their ancestor was punished for trying to revolt against their rivals, the Jupiter Family. 

Their curse manifests itself as firey blue hair and the ability to incinerate blot at such a speed that overblot is impossible. 

The inability to overblot can be interpreted as a blessing, but if the Shrouds don’t produce blot/live in close proximity to blot, the curse will attack their magic force and destroy it, possibly harming their lives as well. 

Because of this, the curse makes the Shrouds uniquely qualified for blot research and protecting the rest of the world from the massive phantoms created by hundreds of overblotters across history. 

This curse prevents Idia from living a normal life and, as Idia has done research on himself and the family, concluded that it is the curse is unbreakable (as most curses appear to be) 

Idia also confirms that Grim is cursed, except Grim’s curse seems to be so old and complex that he can’t decipher what it is. Grim does have blot resistance, and its theorized that he’s a direbeast fused with some other kind of animal and possesses almost human-like intelligence. 

Idia is able to conclude that someone casted an ancient spell on Grim, but the person who did it and the purpose of the spell is unknown. 

This, paired with Grim’s insatiable desire to eat blot stones produced by overblotters, hasn’t been touched upon by the plot again as of right now, but the chimera creature that resembles Grim from the prologue is an indicator that we will find out what this curse is at some point. 

Next is Silver’s curse, which is different from everyone else because it was intended to be a blessing from the very start. 

And it was a blessing for around 400 years…Until he woke up and started experiencing negative effects from the spell, which made it a curse. 

This is more on the theorizing side since Silver’s sleeping problem is brought up only once in Book 7 and not touched on again. By the end of Book 7, his sleeping issue still isn’t talked about. Given the new guest room and chat voice lines that just dropped on JPN server, it’s implied that Silver is still struggling with his uncontrollable sleeping habit and he is not cured of his curse. 

But again, we won’t know if that’s actually the case until the story continues. 

People rightfully speculate that the reason behind his sleeping issue comes from his original blessing, which was to sleep until found by someone who loves him. He was in ageless sleep until he was found by Lilia, and then he started to age like a normal child but fell asleep suddenly with no explanation. 

It’s stated multiple times in vignettes and once in main story that Silver has been taken to doctors for his sleeping issue and no one was able to find anything, implying that curses are virtually undetectable outside of the STYX technology Idia has access to. 

The blessing met its criteria and him being awake proves that it has been broken, but the reason why he’s experiencing negative effects from something that saved his life is unknown and hopefully it’ll be explained later on. Lilia also theorizes that the spell may have fallen apart due to how unpredictably long he spent under it, but that was probably just him assuming he didn't meet the spell's criteria.

Given what we know, I theorize that, in some cases, excessive amounts of exposure to powerful magic can be harmful to people, especially humans who were spelled at such a young age. 

This is how a blessing can change into a curse, it’s now a part of him whether he wants it there or not. 

Maybe his body is just used to being asleep, he was like that for 400 years and has only been awake for 18 years. Maybe there’s something else at play, we don’t know. 

We have enough evidence to assume that he’s part of the cursed club (also he’s twisted from Aurora who is very famously cursed lol) 

But he’s in the same place as Grim where you know it’s there but you’re not entirely sure why. 

Lastly, Malleus has joined the cursed club as of the end of Book 7.

The Senate “blessed” him, and their intention truly was blessing. However, the effects of the blessings have become more of a curse to Malleus. 

Malleus himself even interprets himself as cursed. 

He was blessed to be so powerful that no one could do him any harm, however, because of his power he was harming everyone around him, including his loved ones, which is something that kept Malleus isolated and repressed.

Because the curse hindered his ability to express emotion, he was robbed of what he actually wanted, which was the ability to be happy, sad, and being able to hug someone without the fear of hurting them. 

Malleus is the best example of blessings and curses being virtually the same thing. What was a blessing in the eyes of the senate was a curse in Malleus’s perspective. 

Because of what happened, Malleus’s curse isn’t ‘broken’ per se, but he can no longer physically perform the kind of magic he was able to perform when both his horns were intact. 

I don’t know if there’s anything Idia, Grim and Silver can do to break the effects of their curses but we’ll have to see as the story goes on.

IN CONCLUSION, having consequences to powerful spells and an open interpretation of how magic can both save and harm someone simultaneously is a really interesting aspect of Twisted Wonderland that I hope gets expanded upon in the future. 

[aventurineswife]

In keeping with Amphoreus’s classical mythology vibes: can we get headcanons for Dan Heng, Phainon, and Castorice with a sorcerer/sorceress!Reader? Like, in general, Reader is a reasonable person, incredibly pleasant and hospitable, even — but if someone was dumb enough to seriously piss them off, Reader might just turn them into a guinea pig or a sprig of mint (like that one time some snobby researcher from the Garden of Life insulted them, and got turned into a dandelion for it). 💀

The Art of Restraint

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Castorice x Reader, Phainon x Reader, Sorcerer!Reader, Humor, Magic/Spellcasting, Fluff, Angst (light), Power Dynamics, Camaraderie, Lighthearted Revenge.

Warnings: Mild Violence (Transforming people into inanimate objects or plants, though it’s more comedic than harmful), Mild Dark Humor, Mentions of Death, Mild Mentions of Abuse/Insulting Behavior, Mild Language, Complex Power Dynamics.

Dan Heng is cautious by nature, and when he first meets you, he keeps a respectful distance. He’s heard stories of sorcerers and their power, and while he’s not afraid, he’s certainly wary. But after traveling with you for some time, he realizes you’re one of the most level-headed and kind people he’s ever met.

He admires your intellect and meticulous approach to magic. You remind him of a scholar more than a mystic—studious, analytical, and measured. He often listens in quiet fascination when you talk about the ancient laws of sorcery, the flow of energies, or the myths behind different spells.

He once made an offhand comment about disliking mint tea, and you, ever the playful one, asked if he had some deep-seated trauma involving an unfortunate sorcerer’s wrath. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t answer, which only made you more curious.

The first time he saw you turn someone into a plant, he nearly dropped his spear. Some overly arrogant researcher from the Garden of Life had been sneering at you, calling your magic "a parlor trick compared to true botanical science." With a serene smile, you flicked your fingers—and poof, he was a dandelion.

Dan Heng sighed. "Was that really necessary?" he asked, though there was no real judgment in his tone.

"He’ll turn back in a few hours," you assured him. "And maybe he’ll be a little more polite next time."

Over time, Dan Heng grows to trust you deeply. He appreciates your sense of justice—you never use your powers recklessly, only when absolutely necessary (or when someone’s behavior is so insufferable that even he considers it justified).

If you ever tease him about turning him into a dragon/reptile so he can match his past self, he just gives you a flat look. You swear you see the corner of his mouth twitch.

He’s not much for words, but he does find subtle ways to express his affection—bringing you rare books on ancient magical traditions, making sure you have the finest quality ink and parchment for your spellwork, and standing silently by your side whenever you need backup.

If he ever did get truly angry at someone for harming you, he wouldn’t hesitate to strike. But he’s also completely at peace knowing that, if it came down to it, you could handle things yourself… possibly by turning the threat into a rather unfortunate beetle.

Phainon is delighted to meet you. He has nothing but admiration for sorcerers and scholars, and he finds your magic incredibly cool.

"Oh, you’re a sorcerer? That’s amazing! I’ve read about the ancient schools of magic from Aedes Elysiae, but I’ve never actually worked alongside one before!" He asks about your magic constantly, eager to learn about everything from incantations to alchemical concoctions.

Unlike others who might be wary of your abilities, Phainon has no fear whatsoever. If anything, he enjoys watching you cast spells. He thinks magic is an art, and you are its finest artist.

The first time he sees you turn someone into a plant, he bursts into laughter. Some arrogant noble had insulted you, sneering about "uncivilized sorcery" while flaunting their wealth. You smiled, whispered an incantation, and in an instant—poof. A rather unimpressive sprig of thyme now occupied the noble’s seat.

"You turned them into a herb?" Phainon wheezed. "That’s incredible. Oh, please tell me this is reversible."

"Of course," you chuckled. "Eventually."

Phainon has an endless sense of humor about your power. If someone annoys him, he’ll dramatically throw himself at your feet and beg, "Please, my dearest sorcerer, make them a turnip. I implore you."

You have to remind him that, no, you’re not going to hex every person who mildly inconveniences him.

That said, when things get serious, Phainon deeply respects your power. He knows that magic like yours isn’t just about showmanship—it’s about wisdom, responsibility, and the will to protect. If you ever lose control or doubt yourself, he’s there to remind you of your strength and purpose.

If he ever sees someone trying to intimidate or harm you, his usual cheerful demeanor vanishes. He stands at your side, hand on his claymore, exuding an unshakable confidence that tells your enemies they’re severely outmatched.

He likes to joke that if you ever got tired of vanquishing Titans, you could make a fortune turning criminals into decorative houseplants. "Imagine it: ‘Sorcerer’s Justice—Transformations While You Wait!’ It’d be a hit."

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but laugh.

Castorice is fascinated by you. As someone who communes with death and the divine, she sees sorcery as a sibling discipline to her own craft. Magic, after all, is just another means of understanding the mysteries of the world.

She appreciates your sense of reason and restraint—after all, power must be wielded wisely. When she sees how pleasant and diplomatic you are, she feels a kinship with you; like her, you possess strength but do not flaunt it.

The first time she witnesses you turn someone into a dandelion, she simply hums in approval. "A fitting fate," she murmurs. "There are worse things than being scattered by the wind."

Unlike Phainon, who finds your transformations hilarious, Castorice finds them poetic. She even starts a collection of pressed flowers and leaves from the unfortunate souls who cross you. ("This one was particularly rude," she muses, tucking a preserved violet into her journal.)

Despite her quiet, ethereal nature, she enjoys your company. The two of you often spend time in silence, working side by side—she preparing rites and funerary charms, you transcribing spells and crafting new incantations.

You’re one of the few people who can read her moods easily. While others find her difficult to read, you notice the subtle shifts in her aura, the tiny hesitations in her voice.

She’s endlessly intrigued by your magic. "The gods gifted you with power," she says one evening, her lavender eyes watching you closely. "Do you ever wonder what price they will demand in return?"

If anyone threatens you, Castorice is merciless. Not in the way Phainon or Dan Heng would be—she doesn’t shout or draw her weapon. Instead, she steps forward with the eerie grace of a specter, her scythe glinting under the moonlight. "You should leave," she whispers, voice like a funeral prayer. "Before they decide what to do with you."

She never asks you to use your powers for petty revenge, but if she ever sees you hesitate to defend yourself, she will remind you in no uncertain terms: "Your power is not a crime. Do not let the unworthy make you feel otherwise."

Over time, the two of you develop a quiet but profound bond—two people standing between the mortal and the divine, wielding power with wisdom, bound by an unspoken understanding.

[samdeanjohn]

i understand why "female coding" is controversial and i even understand to an extent why people choose to make it an "everyone is equally wrong and ridiculous" problem. however, dean's atypical position in the narrative, especially considering what he may seem like aesthetically when we first meet him, has been a topic of discussion since 2005. dean enjoyers (including critic sheila o'malley) have for the most part always approached this with the nuance it deserves and alongside discussion of his (and the show's) masculinity. it's not treated as some forever get-out-of-jail card, but as a legitimate analysis of his character and his relationship with gender.

but as with many things about dean that make him fascinating and anything but a caricature that neatly fits into tropes, it inspires a certain insecurity from some fans who prefer sam. part of it comes from the belief that supernatural has one main character and therefore only one of them can be a complex individual, which of course would not apply even if jensen really was a supporting player and not a co-lead. still, the idea that purely by existing and being popular dean "steals" things from sam persists. under the guise of "reclaiming sam's main character status" dean's traits and relationships are frequently appropriated and given to sam in a way that distorts both characters beyond recognition. since the motivation is really contrarianism, the reasons why some things are interesting and resonant with dean get lost in the copy/paste process.

as to not derail with other examples, i will focus on the gender thing. it's really not a coincidence that with the post-spn finale fandom renaissance, along with dean appreciation there was a new push to diminish him in every possible way. i'm sympathetic about the disrespect and misplaced aggression shippers were exhibiting toward sam and jared. but the answer isn't to tear down dean to elevate sam who is awesome as he already is. especially from the side of fandom that mainly focuses on the brothers (plural!) and is theoretically supposed to like both of them. after dean's death , we got new waves of posts about his gender, sexuality and trauma and instead of simply contributing to the conversation or ignoring it, some people got mad. and we got endless gender essentialism in the form of "actually, sam is female coded. no, sam is a woman. every woman in the horror genre is sam. sam outliving dean who died young and beautiful to give him a heteronormative "happy" ending is sam being the final girl. she/her pronouns for sam in casual conversation. claiming sam textually suffered misogyny from dean who is the most cishet man on tv and nothing but a amalgamation of every "toxic male" trait ever", etc. all incredibly childish, exhausting and self righteous. it's unforgivable to watch 15 seasons of a show and come away thinking either brother was that simple.

when people discuss dean and femininity, they don't seek to cast dean as the one and only victim and everyone around him as a patriarchal abuser, it's not about guilting anyone into liking dean better, it's certainly not about female coding making dean incapable of having flaws or causing harm. and as horror is a primarily female genre, it's not about how no other male character in the show can occupy a female trope. this whole thing is misunderstanding why people are drawn to dean in the first place. it was never about wanting a perfect person to put on a pedestal as an example but about appreciating the complicated whole, thorns and all.

what's troubling about the "sam is a woman" rebuttal is that the word woman really becomes a synonym for perfect victim. it becomes all about being infantilized, having zero autonomy and never making a single choice. when it comes to actual female characters, audiences have always valued their agency even when a narrative has afforded them very little. at least the deer/lamb/rabbit sam trend is more honest about what it's attempting to twist him into. the more i see this phenomenon in whatever form it takes, the more i'm convinced it's really just about creating the blandest least dynamic character possible. and sam deserves so much better than that.

[corporationsarepeople]

Indeed, the president chose a television personality to lead the Pentagon, so it stands to reason that he’d want a new makeup studio.

By all appearances, his job isn’t to serve an administrative role, overseeing one of the planet’s largest and most complex bureaucracies; his job is to effectively play the role of defense secretary on TV, saying words like “tough” and “strength” on Fox News as Trump nods along while watching.

Hegseth is less of a cabinet secretary and more of a camera-ready performer. He’s able to keep his job — at least for now — not through competent governance, but rather by responding to the CBS News report by publishing a tweet that read in part, “We should have installed tampon machines in every men’s bathroom at DoD instead — the leftist ‘news’ media would have loved that.”

It’s the sort of juvenile online trolling that makes Hegseth look ridiculous to everyone except those ingrained in far-right politics.

- -

This—playing an official on TV—is essentially the function of ALL of Trump’s cabinet members. The only real standout in this regard is Marco Rubio, whose lack of trolling is such a low bar that it’s erroneously led people to see him as a “serious thinker.”

The Republican members of Congress aren’t any better. Try to imagine any of their rising stars with the patience or aptitude required to sit down and work out a piece of legislation. It’s simply not a priority. They’re in office to torch the government and to weaken it, so that the rest of us are as defenseless against the privations of the worst among us and global corporate elites as possible. They only need to be drama queens and public assholes to make that happen.

[doomed2repeat]

The “I want the Colin I knew back” part of their fight bothers me because NO SHE DIDNT.

We know for a fact that Colin wrote her letter after letter while he was away, and she ignored every. single. one. That is not the action of someone who wanted to restore a friendship, that is the act of someone who wanted to move on. And I don’t even fault Penelope for that- it is well within her right to decide that her relationship with Colin wasn’t healthy and that the right thing for her peace of mind is to stop engaging, ESPECIALLY in 1815 when they weren’t supposed to be writing each other letters in the first place.

Fine.

But a Penelope who only wanted her friend back would’ve read his letters. She would’ve answered them, or continued a private conversation. Colin was reaching out to her and literally only changed because of how isolated he felt in her absence. The first thing Colin did when he came over to her at the garden party in S3 is act the same exact way with her as he always did right up until she walked away, further emphasizing to him how unwanted he was. A Penelope who only wanted her friend back would’ve told him to cut the shit then and there, just as Eloise did.

Writing about him in Whistledown is about covertly managing his behavior through publicly shaming him to control him. She felt entitled to pick apart how he conducted himself even after deciding their friendship was over. She wanted to be petty and punish him, and she used LW to do it because she didn’t yet realize how much power she had over him just as Penelope alone to inflict damage. And I only wish the show had the courage to admit that.

Penelope has a history of trying to manage Colin’s behavior from behind the scenes. The biggest example of this for me is how she never owned up to exposing Marina after S1, and instead wrote him letters to “fix” what that situation had broken inside him without giving him the opportunity to understand her role in that exposure, and decide for himself what that meant for their (his and Penelope’s) friendship at the time. The truth from her (or even an abbreviated truth admitting to spreading gossip without admitting to being LW) would’ve open the possibility that Colin might dislike what Penelope did and not want to be around her, and Penelope can’t have that, so the lie must be maintained. This is what I actually think the whole “you did not respect me enough to tell me to my face” thing is about- not about Penelope telling him about Marina’s pregnancy.

And it’s such a weird move on the part of the show, because for me it really does remove Penelope’s moral high ground from S1- she doesn’t care that Colin’s fiancée is lying to him as long as she gets to be the fiancée doing the lying. So S3 Colin is dealing with the fact that Penelope will always choose to control a situation sneakily over confronting someone head on, all the way up to her impulse to immediately just pay Cressida’s blackmail to maintain her secrets.

And because the show really relishes in Penelope’s hyper independence and doesn’t really want Colin to ever be seen to be her equal, I don’t think they were ever going to be willing to confront how LW went beyond just Penelope finding her own voice, but became her way of controlling others, Colin in particular.

BTW- all this to say that I don’t hate Penelope for this, this is beautifully complex stuff, all of which makes her a rich and interesting character. But the show starts these threads with the potential of such depth and then they don’t deliver. If they had more balance in the writers room or production of people who can think more critically of Penelope, or who really valued Colin as a standalone character, I think the season would’ve been better for it. And not in a “Penelope must be punished!!” way, but in a “it is ok to explore her faults” way. I want to see Polin have a happy ending, I want to see Penelope have a happy ending, but despite giving Penelope most of the screen time me I actually think they shortchanged her on actual character development and positive growth. With all else Colin’s side of the season was lacking, his character arc let him grow and got him to the place of being ready for marriage to Penelope, but I’m not sure the reverse is true for getting Penelope to a place of being ready for marriage to Colin. She repeats the same patterns of lies, secrecy, and control right up to the very end, basically because the show likes to keep couples apart until the last 10 minutes of their season. I would love to see her to continue to grow into her marriage in S4, and if I felt like that was a possibility I probably wouldn’t mind so much, but they’ve basically decided Colin is just a wife guy now, so…🫥 A Polin vs the World subplot where they truly act as a partners on a team - with all the collaboration and compromise that entails- is all I ask.

Unpopular opinion is unpopular, but everything inside of me so so badly wanted to see Colin push back more when Penelope told him she loved him the night before the wedding. He has been in knots for AGES thinking she was just settling for him, that the thing she wanted to tell him is that she doesn't return his feelings, that for him, it's a love match, but not for her. He spent the entire engagement ball thinking she was avoiding him and wanting to call it all off. She didn't tell him she loved him after they were intimate, or before. He told her he loved her, and she didn't say it back. Of course he's insecure about their relationship. She'd ghosted him over the summer, he spent the majority of part 1 earning himself back into her good graces tthrough a variety of love languages, she was about to marry Debling and HE was the one to call it off, not her. Tell me YOU wouldn't be insecure and doubtful too?

So after he found out she was hiding the fact that she was LW, and they were out of sorts, idk, I just wanted that "Then what good am I to you?" "Colin, I love you! I love you!" to be followed up with "I don't believe you!"

And I get it. He WANTS to believe her. He caves so fast because he loves her and he wants her to be telling the truth. But his trust in her has been broken. She lied to him about other things: why not about that, too? That's the part of the LW reveal and fallout that I think was missing for me: not that she was endangering herself or wrote about XYZ, but the fact that she lied to him and how badly THAT hurt. That she kept lying to him. He's been told "I love you" before as a diversion from the truth, he carries trauma from that blow up of an engagement with Marina. Why couldn't we explore that, more?

I wanted to see Penelope SHOW him that she loves him, not just SAY that she loves him.

[borkthemork]

I think a lot about how Naegi has had a lot of moments with uncertainty despite being given the title of The Ultimate Hope, and how Kirigiri was one of those people who pushed him to keep going.

Because Naegi does have this voracious tenacity in moving forward, that is apparent throughout the series, but there have been multiple moments where he felt listless and cornered despite this strength to keep going. He does get pessimistic and hopeless during the Killing Game, and Kirigiri being there so that they rub off on one another is one of the most important arcs between these two regarding that.

While they do seem very different on the surface, their focus towards compassion is there. It is genuinely one of my favorite parts of their dynamic, because Kirigiri isn't a heavy pessimist (or I guess sour sport) as people believe. Actually, she has the same optimistic drive just as much as Naegi, to the point that there were parts of the game where her optimism was stronger than Hope Boy's himself.

Here's a quick example of this:

Before the game began, Naegi has always harbored a pessimistic and self-aware streak to him despite his optimistic attitude. We see that in how he downplays himself, the bitterness towards his bad luck in the short story, how he snarkily thinks about how he is being used by Togami again later down the game, etcetera. There's a ton of moments where he doubts there's a way out, if people are being genuine with him, and if things could be okay.

What saves him is his ability to keep moving forward despite those stressors. It's a new development prior to the time of HPA, since he takes on this realist philosophy from an old man he met in his short story, where instead of fully resisting or leaning into fate, he takes the world for what it is and focuses on something else to keep mushing onward.

This helps him direct these anxieties and fears into something that keeps him moving rather than stagnant in fear. However, when the Killing Game occurs, we see the limitations of this mindset when it comes to reacting to the suffering around him, which can be found with the case of Maizono Sayaka.

For the early game, we can see a Naegi who has very much placed his all into being there for Maizono, and how much this betrayal felt to him that even his optimism didn't allow him to think of a softer interpretation towards what she'd done. No matter how he sliced it, Maizono did plan to double-cross him. He doesn't blame her or Leon due to the complexity of the situation, but there's this pain where he acknowledged his compassion, and how much he'd been blindsided to someone he put his heart and soul into.

Keep in mind, Naegi at the beginning of the story really honed in on Maizono's safety above all else. She was the only one he recognized from being in a previous school. While he loves helping people, he and Maizono latched onto one another as safety nets for good reason, and this became a bigger priority compared to the others' security despite Naegi wanting everyone to be okay.

Naegi doesn't know who to trust in the games during Chapter One, after all, and has even felt wary over people like Celeste and Owada due to their suspicious impressions. Out of anyone he went to first, he chose the girl who reached out and showed she wanted to protect him.

So when Trial 1 finished, we can see how melancholic he is over the reveal, and since he's a realist, he's not able to really confirm or theorize what happened when it came to Maizono's reasons and justifications.

Naegi is canonically very grounded, especially with societal rules, and what is considered normal logic and evidence. By being part of the normal world, his early-game self didn't think outside of the box much when it came to himself and what he could possibly do/think in a situation, since he lives very much up to codes and ethics.

Jokingly enough, this can be seen in the many times where Naegi wanted so badly to beat up the cameras, or how he's adamant on not going into the girls' bathroom. He fears the idea of breaking these rules and the punishments that come with it, and knows the societal repercussions when one goes against the normal, societal logic of the world. He wants people to survive, he cares about others' and his own safety, so he shows it by not taking risks against the guidelines.

He follows this status quo not just within the Killing Game, but in Japanese society itself as well. While the government sees the Ultimates as people who can commit change and are destined for greatness, Naegi can only see himself as a working class teen who got here out of sheer coincidence. Under societal expectations, Naegi isn't anyone special or someone worth looking at, and it affects his perception of his own capabilities. Of course, he's going to move forward and take the opportunity anyway — since he does have a voracious optimism — but overall, Naegi's sticking towards code is what veers his priorities more towards working within normal societal and logical confinements, rather than pushing out of it.

In Maizono's death, this is where his pessimism comes from. There is no way to confirm what Maizono was thinking towards him during that point in time, all he knows is the certainty that she betrayed him, and that he is sure of it due to how massive the evidence is towards that conclusion.

It stings, it hurts, and it's hard to brush away that feeling of betrayal.

Add in the factor of his low self-esteem, you also get a Naegi who interprets the worst outcome on whether Maizono's remark of "I need you by my side" was genuine, since Naegi doesn't know if Maizono was actively lying to him at that point, or if the thought of betraying him came later after this scene. There's not much evidence from Naegi's perspective to help prove what she was thinking. And yet, he can't help but wonder if she only saw him as a tool, rather than someone she cared about.

But then Kirigiri comes along. In this scene, she pulls him away from the group for a second, and we see how different her interpretation is on the subject:

We find Kirigiri trying to comfort him with the idea that Maizono wanted to protect him, and that she was thinking of him during her last moments alone.

It's interesting, since keep in mind that Naegi's right during this conversation. If Naegi assuming the worst over Maizono's betrayal is not founded on substantial evidence, then Kirigiri telling him that Maizono was thinking of him is also not founded on substantial evidence.

There is no true way on whether they can confirm what Maizono was thinking during those two separate scenes. No matter how much they could hypothesize, infer, and try to connect what potentially happened, these deductions won't have every detail explained due to their limited point-of-view. And if we go by the DR manga (the one which showcases Maizono's perspective), we see that there are elements within the killing that the class never was able to uncover fully, due to this point-of-view.

Naegi focuses on the realist options of the situation, and while he can easily adjust to multiple perspectives when given reason to back it, his mindset at the end of Chapter One is...stuck. He didn't believe in the hopeful idea that Maizono did try to protect him, and if Kirigiri didn't intervene, he probably would've continued with this mindset while moving forward.

Because Kirigiri pushed on with hope anyway. She knew her theory was one interpretation. The dying message could have other reasons to exist, such as outing Leon as the killer, but we'll never know for sure; that's something she won't be able to refute. And yet, she doubles down on her optimistic hypothesis with certainty.

This is important. Kiri doesn't usually say her hypotheses in this very confirmed matter without solid or substantial proof. Her words here are a very pathos-oriented choice, and one that she never backed down from.

We see a similar thing happen later in Chapter Five. Even when there isn't definite evidence over the headmaster, she followed her heart's interpretation more than logic.

There are multiple factors that fuel her reasons to say this to Naegi, and that comes down to a few things: she sees Naegi as an asset, someone who has a similar goal and drive as her; and that she genuinely cares over giving him reprieve.

Kirigiri is driven by the truth. Out of anything in the series, uncovering the truth of a mystery is what motivates her into taking action, and this allows her to save lives by giving people closure despite the risks she takes to unveil it. It's one of the big reasons why Enoshima utilizes this desire against her, and left her in despair over her father and the Tragedy.

Her detective credo is making sure truth is the priority compared to a sense of ethics and justice, and while that makes it sound like she's very cold, it's what makes her come off as a leader in times of turmoil. By having proof, by getting clarity, by doing whatever it takes to reach towards a goal despite societal repercussions, they're all actions that force a new pathway to open and help people who are in pain. So when the Killing Game began and Ikusaba got murdered, Kirigiri is wary of everyone else due to the possibility of betrayal, but she knows that the opposite of caution is true — if no one cooperates, then no one will get through this game alive.

She says, includes, and omits things carefully so that she can get ahead of the Killing Game. She will do anything like blackmail, risking her life, getting hated by the rest of her peers, or going against the rules to prevent more murders and find an answer. This leads to a lot of risk, and doesn't even have to involve the safety of people as a priority depending on the situation.

On the other hand, she also uses these qualities of her articulation, deduction, and risk-taking to give people closure, comfort, and hope in moments where one feels trapped.

A great deal of this is motivated by care.

That's where Naegi comes in.

We see that Kirigiri finds a similar drive in him. Out of anyone in the group, he's one of the few people that actually shoved his despair aside to investigate Maizono's crime scene extensively.

He is the guy who was the closest to Maizono, after all. Out of anyone in this group, being confronted with the dead body of someone he cares for showed how much he put his own anxieties aside to uncover what was needed. She saw his ability to note details, to formulate inquiries, and his determination in the face of adversity, and decided to test him.

Test him to see not only if he could become useful towards investigations, but if he had the ability to think outside the box and take the risks to bring people to safety.

There's a great post that talks about how she's taking risks with Naegi's responses. She is careful in wanting to preposition him over his role as another anchor keeping the group from despairing, and that's where she gets a bit wary when Naegi talks to her about the reasons he's driven towards moving forward.

While she cares heavily towards people, Kirigiri shoves down her emotions to allow herself to help without getting impulsive; control and deception is needed to press and prod at the Mastermind, and it's essential in not outing her intentions away, even if that means she has to compartmentalize her feelings of loss and move on from their deaths. Naegi, on the other hand, is driven so much by empathy and love that it's written in every action, expression, and declaration he takes. Even while in agony, he passionately lunges if he has to, and that has lead him to almost getting killed by Monokuma two times due to his anger getting the best of him. So in this situation, he states he will never move past his friends' deaths, even if it hurts him.

Naegi's declaration is what keeps her in a push-and-pull situation with him throughout the story. She doesn't know what to expect from someone who is so "foolishly open"; he may be a detriment to her if he won't keep himself cool under pressure, but he has the potential to push far with how compassionate he is just like her.

All she needs to do is keep gently guiding him. See where he can play a part so that, if she is incapacitated, he'll be able to help. All she has to do is believe in his capabilities even when he himself saw nothing much in what he can do, and she does so — seeing him grow more assured of his deductions, able to hold out on his own, and reminding him that there are more opportunities they can take even when he thinks there are no more clues or theories left.

It takes a lot of mental fortitude to place your feelings aside and hone in on the task at hand, and it takes even more energy to spend time on a person so that both of them could be ahead of Monokuma in the world's most messed-up game of chess.

She cares so much through risky action, and that can co-exist with her nature of throwing Naegi into a death situation — just like how Naegi can care so much while not making any risks due to the fear of someone getting killed.

I can go on about how Kirigiri was able to get influenced by Naegi's sense of normalcy, realist nature, and his own form of empathy as well, but that would be a whole other post entirely.

What matters is that Kirigiri's compassionate nature towards the truth and the saving of human lives is what drives her and keeps her own despair at bay. She sees that there are possibilities of surviving because any path of action isn't limited by her own fear; and she will gladly break ethics, because she believes that there will always be a way out of her situation.

Unless she is in the pits of despair or stuck in a situation like her own execution, she will find the silver lining of possibility, and will never let go of it.

These aspects of her optimism is what hits Naegi the most when she talks to him in Chapter Five, and what inspires him to think outside the rules of the Killing Game moments after.

[galactic-rhea]

Thoughts on Padmé x Anakin x Rex?

Padmé and Anakin are so mutually obssesed they would first have to check into that before trying to bring another person to their carefully-balanced-kind-of-damage or something it's going to explode.

Honestly it's a fun ship! But I don't have too many thoughts about them because when I consider them is usually in very low-stakes-fun-AU-scenarios.

And I'm actually a bit of a fan of Rexwalker myself! Athough I tend to like them more as very good buddies, the covering-for-you-dynamic it's so funny for them, lol It's also angsty and complicated because, y'know, the power-imbalance and unchecked trauma? Is funny that the clone that's actually a slave for the republic is the most normal if you bring him into the anidala romance circus.

Also shout out to @phoenixyfriend , she has a lot of rexanidala fics and recs for anyone interested reading this!

[bitchywillgraham]

Personally, I think this line serves several important purposes:

First, it's a fun Easter egg for fans of the book (and for QotD movie fans too).

Second, it acts as foreshadowing. For viewers unfamiliar with Akasha, Lestat's emphasis on her name and the fact that her blood makes him immune to burning implies three key things: she’s very important and very powerful and we're going to hear about her again. It’s a clear cue to the audience to remember her name, because she’s likely going to matter later on.

Third, it lays the groundwork for a future revisit of this scene or for added context in a different scene. Lestat says that because of Akasha’s blood, he can only die by fire if he wants to die from it. That’s an odd detail to drop unless we’re going to see it come into play. I think this means that a scene where Lestat burns is inevitable, either as a revisit to this scene or in a separate scene.

Then there’s the question of how Louis knows about Akasha. According to Sam Reid, Lestat told Louis. The episode script is available online, and in this scene, Lestat is speaking directly to Louis, he tells him that it's Armand who doesn’t know who Akasha is. In Sam's interview with Autumn Brown, he mentions a cut scene from 1x05 in which Lestat and Louis are in the air before the drop, and Lestat reveals that Akasha’s blood gives him this monstrous rage/power that he struggles to control. It's not entirely clear if Lestat explained who Akasha is to Louis beyond saying she's powerful and that Lestat has her blood. If that cut scene appears in S3+, it would clarify how Louis knows of her if not about her.

However, it's also possible that the cut scene will stay cut and that Louis really hasn’t heard of Akasha at all. Maybe Lestat mentioning her was meant to mock Armand (or Louis does know about her and Lestat is still mocking Armand). At this point, Armand has just killed Lestat’s daughter and (imo) kept Lestat prisoner like in the book. Perhaps Lestat’s comment was a calculated jab, because he feels so powerless: Armand doesn’t even know about Akasha, but Lestat does. And how would Lestat know? Marius. It’s a verbal knife to the gut, because Armand doesn’t know that Marius is alive, but Lestat does and he knows Armand doesn't know. Marius entrusted Lestat with secrets, like Akasha, but withheld them from Armand. This moment will sting once Armand learns the truth in S3+.

Finally, Lestat’s line might be doing double duty by laying further groundwork for the Armand/Marius/Lestat dynamic. So far, Armand is the oldest vampire the audience has met. Yet here’s Lestat implying that Armand doesn’t even know about one of the most powerful vampires in existence. Why? It suggests to the audience that Armand’s knowledge of vampire origins is incomplete, and raises the intriguing question: how does this younger vampire (Lestat) know more than Armand? This moment sets the stage for deeper revelations and a complex triangle between Lestat, Armand, and Marius.

Why did Lestat say that he had Akasha’s blood in him? Armand and Louis doesn’t know who she is because in TVL, Lestat talks with Armand at the end of the book but doesn’t tell him her name nor Louis. He has sworn to secrecy by Marius to not tell about Those Who Must Be Kept to any few fledglings he creates.

[c1trvswurld]

Finally glad the mouthwashing fandom-at least on here- is finally coming around to see the idea that neither curly or jimmy are completely innocent nor should be babied or completely villainized because to do that you'd need to *checks notes*

Completely ignore how mouthwashing is a story of how systems of abuse are kept in power. Particularly rape culture and the patriarchy that encourages these actions while also encouraging bystander effect from other men close to predators...which is all encouraged under a system like capitalism.

Idk read more of tha rant in tags I got carried away I fear.

[bagea]

MY NICHE

[feng-huli]

Amusingly, I did actually put together my own ratings based on @welcometothejianghu's absolutely fantastic eunuch rating system quite a few months ago, but never got around to posting it. I'd be happy to go through them and explain my line of thinking, as well as how it may differ from my current thoughts. My understanding of these characters is constantly shifting and developing, after all! 😸

I will preface by saying that for the "Fuckable" category, I based my ratings mainly on the ease with which I can find potential to write and/or draw smut of the eunuchs.

Jin Xuan

Complex: There is so much ambiguity in his character. To what degree does he lie? Where is the balancing point of his split loyalties? How much he regret what he did? The more I think about him, the more questions I have, and he's probably my brain's favorite character to chew on.

Loyalty: "Who does anything with all of his heart?" (ch. 371) I personally believe he has a sentimental heart, but that the cold practicality of his mind dissuades him from following it fully. He may have a loyalty that he feels deeply, but that doesn't stop him from taking a course of action that goes against it.

Schemesy: I don't remember why I only rated him at an eight for this category. Perhaps it's because for all his plotting and planning, there are many times he doesn't follow through. It could speak to his carefulness, or it could speak to his lack of commitment. The times he takes the most action tend to be when things don't go according to his expectations.

Style: Impeccable, I love his design. Of the Five Eunuchs' official purple python robes, I think Jin Xuan's has the most balance and aesthetic appeal. Then, with his informal outfit, the combination of icy blue and deep purple is truly excellent. His white hair is beautiful, and his eyebrows are a unique and striking feature.

Fuckable: Whether it's a tender time in bed with his emperor, or a cold touching session with Jin Yan, I've found plenty of smut potential with him.

BIIIIIXIAAAAA: Jin Xuan says bixia the most out of any of this generation of the Five Eunuchs (though he surely doesn't beat his shifu). He isn't necessarily a wailer, but the way he says it still conveys his concern and care for his emperor, his life's companion.

Jin Yan

Complex: I'd rated him at a four, but he should probably be bumped up to a five or six. Sure, his desires are fairly simple: attention, a higher position, wealth, survival. There's something paradoxical about him, though, and he wears a facade that hides quite a bit of his true self.

Loyalty: On one level, he is very self-interested, so I can't exactly call him loyal, but he serves those he allies with very well. On the other hand, with everything he does for his allies, especially Jin Xuan, it doesn't seem suitable to call him disloyal. Perhaps I'd rate him at a five, for the paradox.

Schemesy: He is incredibly schemesy. Granted, he's mostly involved in other people's schemes, but he does what he can to stir things up with his words.

Style: Fantastic. I love how his official robes are a shade of mulberry that sets him apart from the other eunuchs, which goes well with how he's the only one who didn't have Zhuo Qing as his shifu. His casual look is a lot of fun, especially with the wing-like silver hair ornaments.

Fuckable: I could probably write smut between him and almost any character in the show. I ship him with over twelve characters, two swords, and ice.

BIIIIIXIAAAAA: He's more of a shengshang (圣上） person when he does speak to his emperor, and doesn't seem all that concerned about His Majesty's well-being.

Jin Xian

Complex: He doesn't have many desires, besides keeping those he loves safe, doing his duties, and traveling the martial arts wold. The complexity comes in how those few desires conflict.

Loyalty: Loyalty is quite possibly his greatest trait. He is willing to risk everything for his silly shidi.

Schemesy: He may not be inclined towards involving himself in schemes, but he has enough proximity to them that I daresay he deserves a couple points, especially with how he assists Xiao Se.

Style: His official look is quite magnificent, though that's not where he truly shines. The wintery green robes, the green sword, the green gloves... truly, a glorious design! 💚

Fuckable: Personally, I got a very ace vibe from him in the show, and there's dialogue in the novel that suggests he's sex-repulsed: "Monk, even though you managed to recreate the beauty of the eight demoness, I've been a eunuch for more than thirty years. In my eyes, these are nothing more than chunks of flesh and blood. Makes me retch just looking at them..." (ch. 15) At least for me, writing smut in which he's a willing and/or direct participant would be very unlikely.

BIIIIIXIAAAAA: Like Jin Yan, he's more inclined towards calling his emperor shengshang. Nevertheless, I do think I should have given him at least a three, because he does care about keeping his emperor alive.

Jin Yu

Complex: If a certain theory of mine is true, I'd probably put him at a ten. As it stands, I do think there's more to him than the upright scholar he presents himself as.

Loyalty: There is no denying his loyalty to his prince. He possibly believes in Bai Wang more than anyone.

Schemesy: He probably deserves to be rated at least a five. While he plays a much more reserved and mild game, he is still trying to get Bai Wang on the throne.

Style: His casual look is really growing on me. The robes have a nice texture, and I like the gold against the purple. His official robes are decent, thought the elements feel less balanced than Jin Xuan's. Even so, he probably deserves another point or two.

Fuckable: Preoccupied as Jin Yu likely is with reading most of the time, there is certainly some good smut potential to be found between him and Yan Zhantian. The contrast between their temperaments is a lot of fun, and the possible implications of Yan Zhantian's wrathful power is interesting to explore.

BIIIIIXIAAAAA: I can't get much of a read on his relationship to His Majesty, since they're barely in the same scene.

Jin Wei

Complex: Admittedly, I might have overthought his simplicity to be more complex than it is. He does have quite a bit of range between sweet and fearsome, and I think he was affected the most by his shifu's passing. Still, I'd probably put him at a five.

Loyalty: He is willing to risk death to fulfill his shifu's wish.

Schemesy: I don't think he has much vision when it comes to his goals, but he has some involvement in schemes.

Style: His official robe's design is very solid, and his casual look is lovely.

Fuckable: He does have a very interesting sword and a lot of repression.

BIIIIIXIAAAAA: On the one hand, he takes his job very seriously. On the other hand, attempted regicide. Plus, he's also more of a shengshang person.

I love talking about the Five Eunuchs, and I'm glad I got this opportunity! 😺 This really is a fun format. Thanks for reading!

Greetings, esteemed eunuch-rater! I ask thee: how would you rate each of the five tboy eunuchs individually?

I'm afraid I would absolutely need to rewatch those Youths before giving any kind of accurate rating on that, on account of how it has been Quite Some Time since I saw the show (and I'm 100% sure I did not wholly follow what everyone's deal was in the first place).

However, I may not even have to opine, because I feel almost certain @eunuch-enjoyer5 has done this already somewhere! I can't find the post, though. Did I dream it? Either way, though, I'm going to pass the question over to him, because his enjoyment of Those Particular Eunuchs outshines mine by far.

[frogs-in3-hills]

anyways i. finished my gawl rewatch

[cuteniaarts]

Wine stains on porcelain

(Alternatively: @katkastrofa and I have created 5 OCs in 3 days and I suffer from chronic “I wanna draw the little guysssssss” disease)

[insanescriptist]

Adel eventually got around to it! Some weeks and a couple reminders later...

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Q. So how'd you get the idea of this?

The idea of a FSN/JJK xover happened because I got a little nostalgic for complex magic systems, tried to find some good FSN crossovers that I hadn't read and also I might have been rereading some of Slex's fics (specifically this one ) and went huh. Then there was a little math work and I realized the FSN cast could feasible be of age to be upperclassmen.

Speaking of the little math work, due to the Amnesia by Fire, Shiro doesn't have a birthday but is considered 17. So I went to Rin, who is in Shiro's year and saw her birthday. And then I looked at JJK's profiles to see how old they were and saw that Geto was 1. younger than Gojo by two months and 2. that was the same day as Rin's.

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Q. Who agitates for birthday parties?

Well, obviously Gojo. For cake purposes. If he covers ingredient costs, he gets cake!

Honestly, I suspect this will lead to further ridiculousness, because of Gojo Satoru is just Like That.

Satoru: he's responsible, good looking, hard working, skilled and can cook. I'm going to ask him to marry me. Shoko: and what about his girlfriend? Satoru: she can be the mistress.

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Q. I thought Divine Energy wasn't possible to be used by mortals/would kill them

If it did, then the history teacher that Caster enchanted to keep up with a Servant would be dead by Caster's hand.

Nasu verse says something about how the mana in the Age of the Gods would be too much for modern mortals/magi. Which the Age of the Gods would have plenty of Gods shedding mana into the world to produce miracles by faith and so on. (Also in Nasu verse, modern humans are weaker, because there's a lot more of them.)

Anyway, it's mentioned that JJK techniques are unique to the individual/family and can be improved by various means/vows. Which are binding.

And then you have Heavenly Restrictions. Which are clearly an observable phenomena by some metric. Or else they wouldn't be know.

In Nasuverse the Gods have more or less left. In JJK, you have Cursed Spirits that have ascended to godhood as part of their background lore. Hello, Michizane Sugawara. (Sakuna, as powerful as he is, is still a Cursed Spirit. Not a god.)

So yeah, you can easily have lots of little gods having favorite little meow meows for specific spiritual techniques. Alas, can't just talk to them to figure it out. That would be too easy.

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Q. Power Creep in JJK?

Eh, yes and no. I haven't read the manga (it's on my list) but most shonen do end up with some degree of power creep. JJK's is a little awkward in some places, but not completely unexpected for the genre, especially as it tends to scale exponentially instead of at a set rate. No, seriously, it kinda does on the ranking scale of things. However the math does place FSN Servants and ofc, magi as very weak in comparison. Because of the whole, set rate. Behold, the power of exponential math. Crazy numbers and that means crazy power.

If traditional weapons were used against curses and sorcerers measured their effectiveness as a gauge: Grade 4 - "A wooden bat is enough." Grade 3 - "If you have a handgun, you can rest easy." Grade 2 - "Close call with a shotgun." Grade 1 - "Even a tank might be insufficient." Special Grade - "Cluster bombs might work.

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Q. Nasu's metaphysical mechanics confuse me

Yes, they're not the most straight forward system. Basically it's concepts and ideas, with other factors tossed in to make them stronger/more effective.

Basically you want to Min/Max everything in your favor. From yourself to another concept you like/have researched/your family has researched for X amount of time. Do all this. Ahead of time. And you can still lose because someone negates a boost of yours or has a bonus you didn't account for. A magi walks with death.

We'll take the idea of Hero for example. A Hero fights monsters, perseveres over challenges and brings hope. So applying the Hero status to someone would metaphysically boost Attack, Endurance/Strength/Constitution and also Charisma, at it's most basic. Maybe just an all around stat increase of say, 1 or 2 points.

However with it being Very Generic, you get Very Minimal Boosts. So you get more specific. Apply the idea of say, a Knightly Hero. More strength, more speed, more charisma. However a Knightly Hero is as a concept, not great at magic. So greater stat increase in specific fields.

So you get more specific and do say... a Dragon Slaying Knightly Hero. Well, obviously you get a bonus against dragon type things or things that are similar to dragons. Same general bonus as a Knightly Hero, but probably with a higher rating.

Even so, without the innate compatibility, the effects are going to be less than ideal. Dressing a pig in pearls doesn't make the pig a lady.

But say, you apply the Concept of a Welsh Hero to a Welsh Girl, in a Welsh Village, that has been worshipping said Welsh Hero for centuries, and controlling every detail to increase compatibility.

Well, then you can get someone like Gray. Who has magically been changed into a vessel best suited for King Arthur, with the exception of King Arthur's soul. So if you applied the concept of King Arthur to Gray, then you'd have an A+ compatibility, thus theoretically allowing King Arthur to be reborn. Once you acquire the soul of King Arthur and put it into Gray. Which a bit tricky.

Flipping over to JJK, Incarnations of dead sorcerers into a living being/possession is part of how JJK's Culling Game came to be. As I haven't read JJK, you can see how it's very much the reverse process to Gray's transformation. Souls tossed into various vessels.

You can also do it to other concepts beyond "Hero," such as say, Consumption, Acceleration, Resonance, Imaginary Elements etc. Which also sound somewhat like the basis of a Sorcery Technique.

No seriously. There's lots of similarities in the systems at the base of things. Since it's all metaphysical and JJK's sorcerer's are still fundamentally human and thus interact with the world in fundamentally human ways with human understanding of it.

As further example... The Zen'in Cursed Technique of Construction is basically a magus' Gradient Air/Projection, done out of Cursed Energy. Shiro's blades are made using Tracing, an Advanced form of Projection. Construction apparently is Energy Intensive, which is why Mai usually only makes bullets, because she has small reserves of Cursed Energy and JJK fundamental world building says that you can't really increase the energy reserves in a meaningful way without specific training over a long period of time or by use of vows. Shiro meanwhile by specializing in what he's making and adding in his bonus of Origin and Element (Sword by Sword) can be super energy efficient. So long as he's making a Sword(sword), Sword(bladed object)?? and SwORD(weapon)??? but not S̶̯̲̘̝̦̾̀̀W̴̙̹̪͓̩͛̃̍͛Õ̸͕̓̈͐Ŗ̵͔̇̌̋D̴͈̗̆͊̓̎ (alien weapon). (The definition of "sword," in Shiro's Unlimited Blade Works is Very Flexible. Rho Aias makes no fucking sense to be in there otherwise, except under Very Flexible Terms.)

Q. So still no plot?

Again, I'm not writing this. I'm just building the sandbox.

Q. So that Domain Expansion and Unlimited Blade Works, they're similar but not the same right?

Yeah. Very Similar at a glance. Function pretty similar too, but also still fundamentally different.

A Domain Expansion is basically, at it's core, amplifying a sorcerer's Cursed Technique over a defined area, an area defined by the barriers of the Domain. The boundary is the important part as by imposing a boundary, you are limiting range in exchange for accuracy. For someone like Sakuna, who as a Cursed Spirit and immensely powerful and skilled, he doesn't need the sure-hit effect when he can just aim. It helps that his Cursed Technique is effectively straight lines of cutting energy.

A Reality Marble is expanding a person's innate world (it's laws, limits and rules) and imposing it on an area of reality. Most easily done by spirits and aliens. Humans usually can't do it, but those that do are a little warped.

So uh... Kenji likely has a Reality Marble instead of an actual Domain Expansion. Surely this isn't a problem at all.

Q. Why would Shiro become a Sorcerer in JJK terms?

Fighting Cursed Spirits would absolutely let him be so happy. He gets to save people from monsters! Fulfill his purpose (as a sword)! Save people! Be a hero! Slay Curses!

Except.. except... except... fundamentally the enemies in JJK are Cursed Spirits, born from accumulated Cursed Energy from masses of people. Japan has the highest amount of Cursed Spirits due to Reasons, so much so that Tengen has set up Barriers (of Cursed Energy) around Japan to do minor Purification (Cursed Sorcery Skill). Barriers of Cursed Energy, exposing the Japanese population to Cursed Energy for generations surely will have no knock-off effects in the latent Cursed Energy reserves of non-sorcerers and thus increase the frequency of Cursed Spirit Genesis, especially combined with higher modern population compared to historic populations.

Yeah. Oops. This might be a problem that's only going to get worse. And has been for some time. Whoopsie..

Q. So who would win if the Magi Association fought the Jujutsu Administration?

Pretty sure Jujutsu could kill off the magi individually, but someone would likely end the world somehow. My money would be on Atlus or a Dead Apostle Ancestor.

Primate Murder is a Good Boy.

Q. Still not gonna write this?

No. Enjoy the sandbox.

Having vague thoughts on how JJK would go if it got crossed with F/SN

Since the main characters of F/SN are just old enough to be upperclassmen to Gojo Satoru

[exopelagic]

talking to him more very much achieved. we just talked for like 4 hours in the kitchen holy shit I need to sleep

[sukunasweetheart]

hear me out on bully!sukuna okay...

warnings; highschool setting, DUBCON, dry humping, thigh fucking, unprotected sex, sex in a confined space, semi-public sex, breeding, sukuna is kinda mean but is a simp at the same time, groping, cum in panties, just lots and lots of cum, "just the tip" he lied, mentions of pregnancy risk, ?cheating, sukuna the toxic tsundere but is horrendously down bad and perverted, eventual or mildly submissive sukuna?, this isn't gonna be the healthiest relationship - but its to be expected tho bc its a bully fic so..

Word count; 5.5k

bully!sukuna bothers you because he has a weird complex with you - preferring to be outright hated by you rather than deal with indifference or facing possible rejection.

it's often teetering on the edge of actual bullying; his existence is more of a nuisance than a serious distress to you.

he often loves getting on your nerves by tripping you up with his foot, only to catch you himself, or he purposefully bumps into you in the hallways making you almost topple over - like the fucking asshole he is. and you'll never forget the time you happened to get paired up with him on an assignment and the bastard had the audacity to try and take you both down by not doing his part. in exchange for his participation, he had you carry his bag for him around school for a week...

and he only gets more thrilled the more you fight back or retaliate.

sukuna likes to call you names, often using very condescending and colourful insults against you. and he likes to harass and chase off any potential boyfriends that come your way. that last one pisses you off the most. you want a boyfriend so bad, and that bastard is being such a huge cockblock. god forbid a girl wants to get laid. all your friends have had their first times already - why can't you?!

and he's back at it again too, after finding out that another guy confessed to you at school today. you accepted it. obviously when he wasn't watching. for a damn reason.

he finds out your last class was P.E today and you find yourself cornered in the locker room, empty of girls except for you. you ended up lagging behind as you were texting your new boyfriend over your phone after class. you try to walk past him to go home, but he traps you against your own locker.

you end up snapping back at him, having had enough of it.

"what is wrong with you? you know what? i think you're obsessed with me!" you shout back, shoving at his chest.

"who do you think you are, to stop me from getting a boyfriend... what, do you like me or something?" you speak without thinking, in a fit of anger.

"i bet you do! i bet you go home every night and jerk off to daydreams of me. is that right?" you go off, pushing every button you can.

sukuna falls silent. you expect him to argue back, to deny all your claims fiercely, and then go storming off, having heard enough of your nonsense.

but he's glaring at you, tight lipped, ears and cheeks turning bright red.

"...why're you silent all of a sudden? say something..." you continue awkwardly. "don't tell me... you actually...?"

"shut up," he hisses at you. "just shut up, for a second."

he wears an expression you've never seen on him before, and seems to be thinking about what to say next. he looks as though he wants to say something.

you open your mouth to tell him 'nevermind', but the sound of a small group of girls approaching the locker room is audible, which interrupts the both of you, and you panic. just what kind of rumours would spur on if they caught you and sukuna like this in here? you only just got your first boyfriend, there's no way you're gonna let this bastard ruin that for you!

thinking quickly, you open up your locker and roughly push sukuna inside, and then jump in after him. you shut the locker door quietly and peek outside through the little gaps at the top. the girls come in, having come back to get something that they left behind. what terrible timing.

one of the girls walk up a little close to your liking and you end up moving your body back as far as you can, your back pressing up against sukuna without thinking. and then you're startled by the low and quiet groan you hear behind you.

whipping around, you see sukuna with clouded eyes and a tightened jaw, barely able to fit inside this narrow locker. but he doesn't find it in himself to feel uncomfortable or annoyed at the situation.

after all, your ass is pressed up tightly against his growing bulge right then and there.

you were right about what you'd said earlier. he'd always daydreamed of a moment like this, pumping his cock at the thought of doing lewd things with you...

you turn back to the front, panicked. what the fuck? why does he look... like that?

kinda hot...

shaking your head, you try to ignore your beating heart, praying that the girls exit the locker room soon so that you can quickly escape from this situation.

meanwhile, sukuna's hands struggle to keep away from you as his brain begins to short circuit, dick helplessly twitching in his pants, chest heaving but it being of no help - as the locker fills with the scent of you in it, the sweetness of your shampoo and perfume, making his heart pump harder.

you slowly shuffle forward a little, trying not to lean against him so much. when are these girls leaving... you think to yourself. they've started gossiping amongst themselves, sitting on the bench. goddamn it!

large hands fall onto your hips and pull you back toward him. you feel him grinding his crotch against your ass, and you know that whatever is poking you is definitely his fucking boner.

"what the fuck, sukuna? s-stop," you whisper to him as quietly as you can.

sukuna has stopped his thinking in itself entirely. whatever's making him act right now is nothing but his pure and selfish desires. there's no way he can resist you when you're the one who climbed inside your own locker with him. he needs to relieve his ache somehow.

he gets more and more handsy with you as each minute passes. his large hand snakes up to fondle your clothed tits as he continues to discreetly dry hump your ass.

you should be disgusted. you should jump out right now and snitch on him and call him a molester right in front of these girls.

but good god, this feels like... nothing you've felt before. his wandering hands. his immense horniness. this tight enclosed space. the size of his boner. it's all making you excited in a weird way, and you're starting to feel aroused at your core.

sukuna is doing his best to get some pleasure from this minimal friction he's getting inside his tight space, but it's not enough. the desperation and arousal claws at him, his dick hurting from how tightly it's sitting in his pants. he swallows on nothing.

fuck it. he's already started. why hold back now?

you feel a shift behind you and the sound of fabric and a zipper being undone. is he...?

you gasp softly when something hot and hard gets pushed between your thighs. it's... it's pulsing. you can't believe this is happening. with sukuna, out of all people? should you be mortified or intrigued? you fear that the latter might be truer.

there's ringing in his ears. not a single logical thought is occupying his brain as he thinks purely with his dick at the moment, having waited so long for a moment like this. fuck, he's so hard. and it only excites him more that you haven't leapt out of this locker yet, running away from him. even though you could. his heart is on the verge of beating it's way up to his throat.

small, shallow thrusts. you feel his heavy cock rub up against your inner thighs, and both of his large hands are now groping your clothed breasts lewdly. he unbuttons your blouse, and then messily pulls down your bra, as he's desperate to feel the real thing, and you can't muster the strength to swat him away. when his fingertips tease your nipples, you have to stop yourself from making any noise. you've always wanted someone to touch you there...

never did you know that someone would be sukuna. you grab his wrist in a fit of desperation.

"you're a fucking pervert... what the hell are you doing?" you tell him a tad bit loudly, trying to deny the heat in your cunt.

"... did you guys hear something?" one of the girls suddenly ask outside.

your heart drops to your stomach as this sets off a panic inside you again. a big, warm hand clasps over your mouth, shushing you effectively.

"quiet..." he mumbles into the shell of your ear, and it weakens your knees. it never occurred to you that he's always had an attractive voice. a wave of goosebumps wash over your skin.

you look down. you can get a tiny peek of his tip whenever he thrusts in... it's so fucking big. you can't possibly fit that inside you, could you? when you catch that it's glistening with precum, your pussy squeezes around nothing.

one hand still over your mouth and the other teasing your tits, sukuna is busy slowly chasing an orgasm, regardless of the girls that have gotten a little wary outside. they soon forget about it and continue their pointless chatter.

fuck... his cock is so close to your cunt. the thought of it makes him shudder. he's almost there.

your hands are semi-clawing at his hand that's still against your mouth, when you suddenly feel him cease the incessant groping at your breasts. instead, it goes under your skirt - a finger loosening your panties up to fit his fat cock beneath the flimsy fabric.

there it is. your bareback fuckin' pussy. he has to bite his own lip to hold off groaning out loud. he does his best to slide his dick in and out against your slit - being restricted in movement due to the tight space, but make doing somehow.

you're actually thankful for his hand covering your mouth up, as you would've definitely moaned out loud if it weren't for him. it's unreal how turned on you are right now. does he feel it? all the slick pouring out of you? it's so, so strange. you were so sure that you didn't want this with him before, but not anymore...

it grazes over your clit over and over, painfully teasing, and you need to orgasm so badly.

sukuna jolts his hips against you, giving a final short thrust as his tip catches the fabric of your panties - he presses his own face against your neck to effectively silence himself as he reaches his first high.

you shudder as his dick pulsates between your thighs so strongly, making a hot mess in your underwear, cum spilling out in thick ropes - you feel the heat of it on your poor cunt, and you shiver as sukuna inhales deeply against your neck, his breathing wavering, dick aching for more even as it continues to spill heavily, creaming your panties. his tongue licks a stripe up your neck, causing you to shiver.

it's a pleasure that's greater than he could've ever given himself alone. but he wants more. he needs more.

you're in the middle of trying to gather yourself again, but you again, feel him moving his hips. just what is he up to now...?

your eyes widen when you catch onto how he's trying to thrust himself inside you now. there's no way... you struggle against him but he holds you still - mouth still firmly silenced by his palm.

the best he can do is have the tip inside. but for now, it's enough. he doesn't care - as long as he can get whatever pleasure that's available...

"j-just the tip..." he whispers with the smallest voice he can manage, against your ear again. it turns you on so good.

you can't help but enjoy when he gropes at your chest again, his tip bullying it's way in your desperate and wet hole, popping in and out, in and out, in and out.

even with just the tip, you're about to lose your mind. you want more, but at the same time you're scared what'll happen to your mind if he shoves that whole thing inside you.

sukuna's brain is yet again short circuiting as he dips the tip of his cock into your hot and slippery cunt - making him feral and desperate to get deeper. yet, what's stopping him is this confined space that suffocates him. there isn't enough oxygen for both of you here, and he wonders whether it's you or the lack of oxygen that's making him endlessly breathless.

oh, he's close again.

he's going to cum again, but this time inside. you want to protest, but you've always wondered... does it feel good to have it spill inside? regardless, you still try to struggle against him purely because you don't like the thought of sukuna knowing that you're enjoying this. even though it's already too late.

he holds you so tightly against him - before letting himself loose once again - tip poking into your pussy as he pumps inside, balls clenching. your hole is welcoming, and it puckers around him mind numbingly, milking his heavy cock for everything he has. you feel the warmth of his seed reaching inside you but not very deep - most of it trickles back out onto your panties. he twitches against you harder and more intensely, hips shoving into you messily.

you're both out of breath...

...and that's when both of you hear the girls leaving the locker room with muffled laughter, successfully avoided noticing you and him inside.

they turn the lights off before they leave, and the locker room turns dark and silent. you're now sweating against sukuna - and the moment you feel his hands loosen against you, you push the locker door open and step outside, unsure of what exactly you're trying to run from. sukuna himself? or the fact that you might be forming some kind of attraction to him? to the way he treats you?

but alas, no matter how fast you think you are, you could never beat sukuna's reflexes. in that quick momentum, he's pursued you outside and grabbed your arm - before pulling you back and shoving you against the now closed locker door.

"where do you think you're going?" he asks with a deep and low voice, vein popping on his forehead and looking desperate and an intense blush being permeated on his face. why is it that it's always made you feel so squirmy, whenever he cornered you like this? the size difference, the strength difference... the pervert here is not only him, it seems.

your needy gaze flutters from his eyes down to his exposed cock. it's veiny, throbbing, and leaking messily. it looks heavy and most importantly... it's so fucking big.

in the blink of an eye, sukuna has hiked your legs up, holding you up against the lockers, making it so that you cannot run from him again. it's game over.

"having the nerve to try and run after seducing me with your ass..." sukuna mutters angrily, lining his dick above your cunt and tummy, showing off how deep it'll reach if he slid it inside.

"no- i didn't..." you protest weakly, heart hammering with excitement. "idiot... let me down."

you tell him, despite your arms that loop around his neck.

"your voice is lacking it's usual sharpness," sukuna tells you breathlessly, flipping your skirt up and pushing your panties aside. it's still wet with his previous loads. oh- he can't think straight.

"wait-! something that big won't fucking fit!" you tell him, only now the fear beginning to hit you. moreover, you're afraid he'll end up breaking you and stop all rational thinking - this is dangerous.

"it will. i'll mould the shape of your insides to my fuckin' cock," sukuna insists, eyes focused on your wet glistening pussy. so pretty.

he pushes it in. but he doesn't stop there. he pushes it in all the way. balls fucking deep.

your eyes widen and when he thrusts the whole thing in one go, you well and truly break. legs trembling, pleasure washes over you and you cry out a moan.

"fuck-! did you just cum? are you cumming?" sukuna asks, panting, slowly sliding himself in and out as your cunt spasms around him. soon enough, he speeds it up and makes sure his tip is bullying your cervix with each deep thrust, eyes rolling back as your walls welcome him so warmly and clamp down on him.

"haah- haah- mm, fuck! you're so fuckin' tight! ugh, 'm gonna bust again," he slurs messily, hips moving non-stop. the unkempt bush of his pubic hair gives friction against you adding onto your strange sensations of pleasure. drool begins to roll out from the corner of your mouth.

his balls have never felt heavier as they slap against your wet ass each time he slams his cock inside, slick pooling out of you and creating droplets on the floor. he has a lot to give you... and your cunt is being so agreeable, the way it sucks on him, warm and wet. it's turning him animalistic, no thoughts running inside his brain except to fucking breed this hole. breed you.

not inside... not inside... you think, not realising that you're not saying it out loud.

"i'm gonna do it inside. i'm gonna-!" he hisses, hips stuttering at the last second.

"ugh- shit! 'm c-cumming... fuuck... fuck!" sukuna cusses deeply, thighs trembling as he continues giving tiny, but sharp thrusts even as he's spilling into you while buried to the hilt.

it's hot. you can feel that it's thick. there's so much. even more than his two previous loads. sukuna's face being twisted in pleasure puts you in awe - and you unknowingly tighten your pussy around him as he orgasms inside, joined to you hip-to-hip.

he's never felt such a deep seated pleasure in him before. he continues to gasp and shudder with every stringy spurt that he knows is reaching your womb. what if he actually knocks you up? what if his seed takes? it's a scary but thrilling thought. the thought of you swollen with his baby... all rational thinking has been thrown out the window due to this pleasure.

sounds that you never could've imagined coming out of sukuna continue to spill from his lips... he slides his cock in and out and squeezes every last drop out of himself, and he suddenly brings his lips to yours, kissing you feverishly. both of you pant over each other while making out messily as he slowly begins to thrust into you over and over again. he's going to get addicted to this. he's going to crave your pussy everyday from now on.

sukuna sucks on your tongue like he wants to swallow it. your arms hold onto him for dear life.

all too suddenly, he brings you off the locker, arms hooked under your legs and palms supporting you by holding onto your ass cheeks.

the kiss breaks, and catch sight of sukuna's lust-filled eyes as he moves you up and down his cock using his monster-like strength. and you're held up by him like this, you can't do anything to stop him. just cling onto him and take what he gives you.

"f-fuck, sukuna... ooh-! t-too deep," you mumble with tears in your eyes, gasping from the way his tip kisses your womb effortlessly. he's seriously too big for his own good.

"keep saying my name like that- it'll only make my dick harder," he pants, continuing to use your pussy like a fleshlight. his thick load has made it even wetter. he can feel your slick beginning to cream up around the base of his cock now, and it makes his chest well up with something like pride. does he turn you on that good? this hole of yours refuses to run out of lube.

the absurdly obscene plap plap plap sound of flesh against flesh, makes for the lewdest echo in the locker room. that, paired with the mild darkness, and the possibility of being seen by someone coming in during after-school hours, makes for the perfect thrilling atmosphere for such feral sex.

it's driving you mad. the echoing, the subtle anxiety, the smell of his sweat.

it's marvelous...

another orgasm hits you like a bullet train. gasping, you whimper as he continues fucking you through it this time, relentlessly thrusting into you regardless of your pulsing walls.

"shit... your cunt's clinging to me," sukuna groans, feeling blessed to see you get undone by him, by his cock. the fingertips of his large hands against your ass sink deeper, the pleasurable knot in his stomach getting tighter once again.

"you and your uselessly big dick... fuck you," you chide breathlessly, doing your best to keep your sentences clear even as he plunges into you with an unforgiving pace.

"clearly not useless when it's made you cum twice now, right?"

"shut up-"

you get cut off when he begins to thrust faster, as you witness the very moment sukuna's eyes become blank with pleasure, getting ready to empty his balls again.

"slutty fuckin' cunt. latching onto me so greedily... can't stop- thrusting-" he mumbles, gripping onto your ass tighter.

you can't help but sigh with pleasure when he begins to fill you up again, twitching and pulsing like crazy inside you as he spills so much seed like he's peeing.

"ohh, shit... cumming s-so hard..." he breathes out shakily.

you're starting to feel full. but you get the feeling that this still isn't the last one. desperate kisses are pressed against the side of your neck as he takes some time to relax a little again, thoroughly finishing deep into you, hips jolting every now and then.

he carries you over to the bench in the middle of the room, where he lies you down and brings your knees closer to your chest, fully exposing your cunt to him, whole. his dick still squeezed into you.

with a hoarse shaky groan, he slowly drags his thick cock in and out of you in this position, with only the heavens knowing how he is still hard after so many orgasms.

you give a small yelp as he speeds up - your plush walls embracing him warmly and filling up his balls once more. god, he doesn't think he'll ever have enough of this pussy. of you.

"idiot! e-enough.. take it out... i'll get- pregnant-" you warn him not-so-convincingly, with gasping moans between each word.

"c-can't... you're... sucking me in so good... can't stop-" sukuna replies with no thoughts in his brain other than to relieve the throb in his erection again. it's driving him up a wall, too. the flesh of your ass that softens the impact everytime he drives his hips into you. your squeals and whines of euphoria. your exposed breasts and glistening clit. he burns every detail into his brain, to make sure he remembers forever...

he doesn't even know what number round this is, but it amazes even him how he feels like he's already edging close to another climax. it's pathetic and ridiculous of him. but he can't help the fact that you push him over so easily.

the number of tissues he'd run through just from jerking off every time he thought about you all night... you have no clue.

recalling those moments makes him feel even more determined to chase this final orgasm even more rigorously. it won't be difficult, not with how your cunt swallows him up so nice.

"fuck.... i- i like you. i've always liked you..." sukuna mumbles out the sudden confession slowly.

"stupid... bastard... you say this now...?" you say as you sigh in pleasure, almost being close to your own climax as well, this position setting off yet another deep arousal in you. after all that bickering and tormenting - he has the audacity to confess to you? only after cumming inside multiple times?

"can't give any excuses can i?" he voices with a curt laugh - finding himself to be pitiful in this moment as well.

"but it's true... i- fuck- i like you so much..." he groans, hips getting faster.

your eyes begin to blur with tears again... sukuna thumbs your clit gently... and then you arch your back with a gasping squeal. sukuna too, hisses as he pumps you full for a final time, letting his dick drain itself in your fluttering hole, hips and thighs jerking uncontrollably while his tip leaks spurt after spurt through your cervix, overflowing you to the maximum.

after dumping his final load, he slowly drags his large, twitching cock out of you with a pop and lets it rest against your gaping cunt, pulsing weakly against your clit. his thumb pushes your panty lining aside to keep your pussy exposed for him to see. your hole is still gaping and thrumming, as if missing him already and he's watching with awe as big globs of his spend trickle out of you thickly. if he wasn't so exhausted, the sight of this would've made him hard again.

sukuna lets go of you and lets your legs rest on the bench, as you're still panting from the exertion, mind numb from that last orgasm. he seems to loom over you for a second, before leaning down, arms caging you against the bench, knee between your legs, to kiss you on your glossy lips. it feels good, but you wouldn't want to admit that out loud to him.

"i like you." he repeats again, after breaking away from you. he wonders why it had taken him so long to admit this fact. once he got it out, it became an easy thing to say. you look at his face and he looks so pathetic in your eyes, the usual look of cockiness and mischief being wiped away. he says it as if he's pleading you, and you know what he's asking for, what he's unable to say out loud. he probably wants to be your boyfriend.

it's strange to see the puppy eyes of your literal arch nemesis, and it's also strange to hear his voice give you a love confession. it makes you mad. it makes you angry. not because you hate it, but because you don't hate it.

he sees it. he sees the instant your eyes glint with anger, and he very swiftly dodges the head butt you try to give him at the very last second.

"move, idiot," you say sharply, glaring at him.

alright, he probably deserved that one.

you stand up and fix your bra and blouse before gathering your things from the locker before leaving without another word - sukuna follows you outside in a fit of mild anxiousness.

"hey-"

"you. take responsibility and buy me some plan b pills. and a pregnancy test kit," you interrupt, looking back at him.

"...alright," he responds rather obediently, after a nervous swallow.

after you turn back around to continue walking, the tiniest smile grows on your face... sukuna looking nervous is something you never thought you'd see. maybe you can use this to your advantage.

your phone vibrates in your hand. it's from your new 'boyfriend'. a sweet message saying he's excited to see you again tomorrow. you delete the notification with a little bit of guilt on your mind. you'll leave tomorrow's issues for tomorrow.

in front of the chemist, you languidly stand around outside waiting as sukuna does as you'd asked him. truth be told, it was because you didn't want to buy them yourself, out of embarrassment. you know he doesn't care about how people sees him, so no harm done there.

when he comes back out with the bag, he holds it out to hand it over to you. but when you try to grab it, he lifts it away.

"you're gonna break up with him, right?" he suddenly asks, with a rather serious expression on his face.

you ignore the question and try to grab the bag, but he avoids you again.

"...right?" he emphasises. he doesn't intimidate you at all anymore, not after knowing about his feelings for you.

"it's none of your business?" you tell him, finally snatching the bag. he doesn't look too pleased about that answer. you take the pills quietly and shove the rest into your bag.

"okay. now go home," you shoo at him. "i'm tired."

"you haven't answered me yet," he says firmly, holding onto your wrist.

"you'll have your answer tomorrow," you reply in an exasperated tone, shaking off his grip.

"and just letting you know. if it turns out positive, i'm never speaking to you again," you warn him with a deadpan face. in the back of your mind, you're pretty anxious about it, but you know according to your cycle, today wasn't a fertile day. that, and with the pill... it should be alright.

sukuna stiffens up and opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it again.

"and don't follow me. if you do, i'll also never speak to you again."

you're not that serious about not talking to him ever again, but you believe he deserves to feel as anxious as you do.

"... i wasn't planning on stalking you anyway. jesus," sukuna mutters, kicking at the dirt on the ground.

you narrow your eyes at him, and then continue your way home.

he scratches the back of his head in frustration. it's like he's skipped a lot of steps towards you and it's coming back to bite him in the ass. ah, well. nothing he can do about it now.

sukuna starts praying that the test comes out as negative.

-

in the end, you decided to become the asshole and just break up with the guy over text. what was there to even really 'break up' anyway? it was for less than a day...

regardless, the news seems to run across the entire school and your friends begin to pester you about why. you can't tell them the truth. what could you even say? 'oh, i got railed good by the one guy i despised in school and it made me end up changing my mind'? fuck that.

he walks towards you after school with seemingly high spirits.

"so... i heard you broke it off after all," he approaches you after hearing the good news. you'd been ignoring him all day, but he's hoping you'll stop once the day was over and there was no one else around to watch them.

you continue to give him the silent treatment, walking along without sparing him a glance.

"hey," he grabs your forearm to stop you from walking.

"stop ignoring me. please."

you only spare him a glance because he added 'please'.

"...i don't see how that changes anything between us," you finally respond.

"right. surely not," he responds, voice thick with sarcasm.

"is that the correct attitude you should be taking? i broke up with him because i felt bad i fucked someone else while we were together. not because i like you back," you shoot at him, crossing your arms.

"oh, give me a break. you were barely with him for one day-"

"sukuna. do you want me to like you back?"

sukuna falls silent, looking at you with annoyance yet also simultaneous desire.

"if you want me to like you... then you need to work for it. make up for all the mean things you've said and done to me."

"...how? what should i do?" he asks, daringly, stepping forward towards you.

you wordlessly take your bag and shove it against his chest with an aloof expression on your features. it startles him for a moment, but looking at your face, he understands what you're asking of him. he slowly smirks and slings your bag over his shoulder, on top of his own.

"easy. anything else?"

"...i'm kinda hungry. take me somewhere good to eat. you pay."

"so... a date?" sukuna hums teasingly, trying to hold your hand.

"nope. you're gonna act as my lackey for a few weeks. it's payback. after that... well, we'll see," you say as you dodge his hand.

he can't wipe the smile off his face. you're clearly playing around with him, but he doesn't hate it. it's another form of attention, is it not? he'll have plenty of chances to make you his from now.

little does he know... he's the one that will become yours in the end.

you know the drill! dot points bc im lazy as fuck!!

okay well, first off the test does turn out negative, lucky for him... from then on you make him wear condoms whenever you have sex

but before that, he spends a few weeks running around to try and appease you

everybody shocked to see the big bad bully is being so obedient, and little do they know...

mmmaybe you give him little rewards every now and then, some sneaky kisses or so, just to keep him afloat... and then you withhold your body from him again

still carries your bag for you everywhere

has to deal with the frustration of not having boyfriend privileges yet... always itching to touch you but you wont allow it until you think he deserves it

sitting between his legs but not letting him be handsy with you is torture. maybe he'll break the rules a bit and hug your waist anyway

love the thought of him borderline begging for your touch because he's so hard from spending so much time being so close with you and it's been well over three weeks since he's done anything remotely sexual with you

maybe you'll feel a little turned on by his pleading that you cave in a bit, and take him to the public restrooms for a few handjobs

he will take anything he can, the opportunist...

and you'll have plenty of fun edging and toying with sukuna until he's shaped nicely into being a good obedient boyfriend for you

bully sukuna trope was inspired and set alight by @gojos-thot-patrol btw, link to his fic here... mine took a completely different path but it was a similar concept in the end ✨️👌

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