#this got into my brain and wouldn't let go

[yeagersss]

WHEN THE WORLD CRUMBLES

Sukuna x f!Reader — Zombie Apocalypse AU

Synopsis: As Sukuna reflects on all the people he lost and the lives he took by his own hands, he shouldn't be surprised that this messed-up world decided to take you from him too.

Tags and warnings: excriminal!Sukuna, ANGST, violence, TRAGEDY, Reader and Sukuna die at the end, other characters die too, if this upsets you please turn back

Words: 2k

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Jin was the first one to go by his own hands.

If Sukuna were told that he would be the one to drive a knife through his little brother's skull, watching him choke on his blood before crumpling to the floor... He wouldn't have believed it.

Perhaps if it were five years ago, he would have. Back when killing was a common thing for him. Splattering a man's brain on the floor for refusing to pay him back was an everyday occurrence.

Eventually, his actions caught up to him and he landed himself in prison.

Jin had been stupid enough to offer him a home even after he had served his years there. Even if Sukuna was sure that Wasuke, if he were still alive, would have disowned him for it.

Though his brother did keep his distance from him.

It wasn't until he met you did Jin warm up to him again.

Sukuna clung to the memory of his brother's warm smile and the way he had slung his lanky arm around his broader shoulders one day.

"What the hell are you smiling for? You of all people should know I don't deserve it."

"But you've changed and learned your lesson. That's all that matters to me, Sukuna."

He clung to it desperately as he watched the corpse of his brother slither across the floor, groaning and wheezing before finally succumbing to its wounds.

He hoped Jin would forgive him for this too.

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Chaos and confusion.

Nothing but tragedy as he hauled his nephews and you into Jin's car.

People were screaming, bleeding, being eaten alive. Some would approach the car, begging and crying for Sukuna to let them inside. To take them to safety.

The world was crumbling. Yuuji clutched his head and sobbed over his dead father. Choso slumped against the seat, sweating and shaking but still consoling his little brother as much as he could.

If your gentle hand on his arm hadn't been there to ground him, Sukuna was sure he would have driven off a cliff and ended their misery by now.

So he pushed towards a safe zone. At least that's what he hoped it was when he saw some men from the military guiding people onto ships.

But one look at his eldest nephew, they suddenly raised their guns and screamed at them.

"Get the hell away from him! He's about to turn!"

Sukuna had easily overpowered one of them, wrestling the gun out of the man's hands while shouting at his family to get away from the raining bullets.

Back then, Sukuna had been naive. He thought he could save Choso. He thought he wouldn't make the same mistake he did with Jin. He thought that maybe, maybe there was a cure.

But there wasn't.

Choso had always been hostile towards him. Then again, he rightfully deserved the treatment he got from his eldest nephew.

But you always told him to make an effort with him. That Choso will eventually come around when he sees how much his uncle has changed. So he took your advice to heart like he always does and waited for that day to come.

It did, one day on a quiet afternoon as they stood in the balcony when Choso offered him a cigarette.

"...Want one?"

"From you? That's a surprise, kid."

"Yuuji told me that you're... trying your best. And I can see it too... So, just take it before I change my mind."

He remembered glancing back into the house and seeing how proud you looked.

But now there was nothing but pain and agony in your eyes as you watched him drive a bullet through Choso's head right before he could pounce on Yuuji.

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"Uncle 'Kuna, guess what I am!"

Sukuna glanced lazily at his five-year-old baby nephew from the couch before going back to his phone. The boy had tied a red towel around his shoulders like a cape.

"A clown." He stated in a bored tone that earned him a whine.

"No! Clowns have red noses and scary makeup!" Yuuji exclaimed, making Sukuna groan in frustration and shoot a glare at him. Of all the nights he had to babysit the boy, it had to be tonight.

"What, brat? What are you?"

"A superhero!" Yuuji exclaimed with twinkling eyes.

But his uncle simply snorted, going back to his phone, and checking his email. Hmm, looks like a shipment is late. Someone is dying tonight. "That so? So what are you gonna do? Beat up your big, bad uncle?"

But Yuuji tilted his head. "Huh? Why would I beat you up, Uncle 'Kuna? I'll protect you from the bad guys!"

Sukuna smirked. Oh, if only this kid knew who he was. If only his family knew who he was. Dad had his suspicions but he knew he wouldn't say anything to get on the golden child Jin's bad side. His little brother did blindly defend him.

"Let's say, I was one of the bad guys. What would you do then? Huh, brat?" He asked, mouth stretched to his usual feral grin. Oh, he loved messing with this kid.

Yuuji crossed his arms and frowned. "Then... Then I'll save you from being bad!"

Sukuna rolled his eyes at that.

What a stupid, naive kid.

...

...

Yuuji was the one who volunteered to act as bait and sacrifice himself.

But the kid didn't have a choice. The bite on his forearm proved it. Yuuji had saved Sukuna by tackling the walking corpse to the ground before it could bite him. Only for it to sink its teeth in the kid's arm instead.

Sukuna thought the supply run had been going smoothly. But this world was too unpredictable. One minute, they were filling their bags with all the necessities. You and Yuuji had smiled brightly when both of you discovered a dusty board game on one of the shelves, already making plans to play it tonight.

But then the next minute, the store was surrounded by dozens of those abominations.

You were sobbing, clinging to Yuuji as you begged him not to go. He was like your son. Ever since this hell started six months ago, you did everything you could to be the parent that Yuuji needed. Even if he was stronger than anyone you had met, he was still a sixteen-year-old boy who had gone through too much for someone his age.

But all this world does is take and take. So it was only a matter of time.

As Sukuna guided you towards safety while Yuuji ran towards hell, the older man thought back to that memory once again.

Perhaps that boy wasn't a stupid, naive kid after all.

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He met you in a bar a week after he was released from prison.

Sukuna knew he had deserved nothing short of a life sentence. But he had his connections. He had a top lawyer at his disposal.

But none of that mattered when that place had been a reality check for him. A realisation that he had fucked up immensely in his life.

He had lost everything he took for granted. Jin may have been foolish enough to offer him a home again, but he could tell his little brother kept his distance. He pitied him. Something Sukuna despised deeply but perhaps, deserved because of how fucking lost he was now.

You were the exact opposite of Sukuna. Chatty and bubbly yet graceful and soft-spoken. Your smile lit up the entire room and your eyes were too radiant.

And for some reason, you had fallen in love with him as deeply as he had with you.

You changed him for the better. Your words of encouragement, your warm embraces and your soft words of love had truly made Sukuna realise that even someone as shitty as him deserved a second chance at life.

Because of you, Jin had smiled at him again.

Because of you, Choso had stopped resenting him.

Because of you, Yuuji had the chance to be a normal teen in this fucked up hellhole.

It was all because of you.

So when he gazed at the bite on your trembling hand, he knew it was the end of the road for him too. The emotions that surged through him ranged from utter despair to nothing but rage as he hacked and sliced the corpse that bit you into tinier and tinier pieces.

He only stopped when he heard your pained whine and turned his attention back to you.

"S—Sukuna..."

He stepped closer but you screamed at him to stay away from you.

"No! S—Sukuna, please...! Do it! Please... Before I...!"

He grabbed the gun. His hands were shaking. Something that never happened when he held a weapon. He wondered if perhaps the universe was finally punishing him for his sins. From standing in front of people begging for their lives as he slayed them with a feral grin on his face to you who was begging him to pull the trigger while his hands trembled in fear.

He couldn't do it. Of all the people he had killed. Of all the lives that were taken because of him, you are the only one he can't kill. Even if it was to save you from becoming like them... He couldn't.

So he lowered the gun, letting it fall to the floor.

"No."

You were about to scream at him to run then only for you to scream when one of them suddenly snuck up behind Sukuna and sank its teeth into his shoulder.

Sukuna didn't budge. He didn't care as it ripped his flesh off. He didn't care when you shot it. But he looked back at you with a tender gaze when you ran to him and gently cradled his face with your hands.

You looked paler than ever, your cheeks were hollow and your hands were cold.

Even as you were turning, you were still so utterly beautiful.

"Y—You could have... You could have easily killed it... Why did you..." You choked out.

Sukuna craned his neck to gently kiss your palm.

"... Because it doesn't matter anymore." He whispered against your skin. His eyes were closed as he basked in your warmth for one last time.

He only opened it when he felt you press the cold barrel of the gun to his head. He gazed at you, searching your tearful eyes. But you simply dropped the gun and buried yourself in his chest.

You couldn't do it as much as he couldn't.

Both your fates were sealed and all Sukuna did was close his eyes and hold you close as he felt the life slipping from him.

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"In here! I found something."

Two men and a woman walked in as they cautiously looked around. They navigated around the dead corpses on the floor. They cringed at the one that looked like it was cut into a million pieces.

They finally found some supplies.

"Ohh! Canned food! Finally something other than biscuits." The woman said as she eagerly shoved the cans into her bag just like the rest of the group.

Scratch scratch scratch

Groan

They tensed and quickly withdrew their weapons, pointing them towards the sound to see two of them slowly approaching.

What used to be a tall, muscular man with pink hair.

And what used to be a woman.

"Shit." One of the men hissed. "That tall one looks like it's gonna be a problem. Take out the other one first."

The other man nodded as he lifted his gun and aimed at the stumbling shorter corpse.

Only for the taller abomination to get in the way. It snarled and pounced the man, easily ripping off its throat.

The woman screamed and the man cursed loudly as they haphazardly started shooting at the two corpses.

Two lucky shots were all it took. And they were finally able to take them down before scrambling outside. All the while mourning for the friend they had lost.

Time went on.

More survivors came and more went.

Yet all of them failed to notice the look of peace in the dead, rotting eyes of the two corpses.

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Tags: @moonstonejpg @sukubusss

[thebrainrotsreal]

Drew this real quick because I fucking love these two so much ???? Especially Bee. I wish they interacted more so badly. PLEASE.

Also learning how to draw these guys.. slowly.

[kyouka-supremacy]

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[taegularities]

just thinking thoughts

[thats-cantorintuitive]

small update

ok so um I got my number theory paper today, and the TA had cut marks for me because i left the answer at 66^2 and not 4356 (fermat's little theorem) 😔 I even wrote the full proof

my friend told me I should mail the TA about this, I got 14/20 and should be getting 17or18/20 😔

scores aside, number theory is so much fun, so much fun. the only good thing here is that I know the concepts well, and I fully knew the paper (still fucked it up, because I'm so frickin slow while writing and time). and it hurts worse because there's not enough proof that validates my knowledge. which in turn makes me question if i actually do have any.

I am, in general, a person who does well in concepts but screws up the exams (70% of the time) and I'm trying, I'm trying to get myself out of this "exam paniK" that I often spiral into, just minutes before the exam. I hope I change and grow; I hope, I hope.

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

Who said anything about cosplay I'm just sad I don't have a suit of armour :3 (specifically my hair is longer but a lil darker than hers)

Was just talking out loud about things I know and how I would go about replicating it in a way that would look decent and end up being MUCH lighter than real plate, but I do understand and share your despair over not having a fitted suit of armor.

However her plate being fairly understated and far more practical than your standard fantasy series armoring is my reason for thinking making it wouldn't be too hard. The simplicity of the plate's geometry and that the plates are solid pieces rather than being interlocked together and few plates are layered over top of each other means actually designing and planing out a manufacturing approach would be quite straight forward.

Looking at the image I used in my initial post about her which is official art of her I am counting twenty to twenty-five parts to achieve the full look of the armor along with keeping your range of motion, non of which are incredibly massive and the curves look fairly standard so Id be willing to say the entire plate set could be forged on a standard anvil. Granted I am a machinist and never have done any real forging work though I have done a lot of research on the skill set as I would like to learn the skill one day. Currently the only smithing work i've ever done is cold straightening some steel and aluminum parts without needing to be concerned for how their surface finish came out.

[nocentis]

Light of the Cove ┆ AU

Name: Jellal Fernandes Age: 29 Home Planet: Evra Status: Intergalactic Fugitive, Vagrant Affiliations: Pyk'ryan Rebel Faction Occupation: Defense Pilot, Supplier Classification: Carbon-based sentient life-form; bipedal, mammalian

Background: The universe at large has been dominated by the Lythrum for thousands of years.

Jellal spent many of his formative years helping to organize and direct his planet's department of defense. When his home was invaded, he helped lead the resistance against the Lythrum army. Unfortunately, the Evran Allied Forces were outnumbered and, subsequently, overpowered. His home was instated under Lythrum rule, and he, among many of his peers, was taken prisoner.

A select few of the Evran people inherited the ability to control the fundamental elements involved in nuclear fusion, such as helium and, eventually, hydrogen. Jellal was one of these generational Evrans, and as such, was the subject of study for a handful of years whilst held in captivity.

The prison ship which held him passed through a highly volatile, atypical magnetic field, which disrupted their technology and caused a shipwide blackout. During this blackout, Jellal managed to escape using an emergency pod and assigned his landing to the nearest heavenly body.

After nearly a week of drifting through the dense vacuum of space, breaking two days' rations into smaller and smaller pieces, his pod finally met the surface of a kingdom-sized asteroid. An ostensibly abandoned Lythrum outpost lay a few miles from where he landed, so he mustered what little of his strength remained, and he suited up for the journey, expecting to scavenge more supplies. When he stumbled through the outpost, he was met with hostility from its occupants — Pyk'ryan Rebel Captain Ynxa and their crew.

Over time, Jellal proved his credibilty to Ynxa and their crew, and joined the Rebellion as an official member. Due to his Evran stature, he became one of their main suppliers, often sneaking into Coves and "borrowing" precious supplies — namely fuel and advanced technologies — from especially heinous fugitives to stoke his rebel faction.

Lythrum: A bipedal mammalian species most often known for their cruel and destructive nature. Most Lythrum have thick skin with short, fine fur in a range of red-yellow hues. Their ears are typically long and pointed, though they come in a range of shapes and sizes. They might be described as fox-like by humans.

Cove: An intergalactic black market typically found on asteroids or small heavenly bodies far outside of claimed star systems. These markets are unregulated and often avoided by Lythrum forces, but they are lawless wastelands wherein there is no true authority and no protection.

[torgawl]

a bit obsessed with the idea of kusakabe dying as a form of sacrifice to specifically protect/save somebody else. it's consistent enough with the theme of the past generation achieving no meaningful feats against significant threats but it's also ironic enough that someone without a technique and who claims their philosophy is primarily self-sacrificial - although he tends to stay from his own ideals in critical moments, proving he's not only brave when necessary but he does have a sense of responsabilty and guilt - ultimately redeems themselves through death resulting in the achievement of something his colleagues have failed to do. not that i'm wishing for him to die, i hope he doesn't. but it would also make a clear-cut distinction between him and a character like mei mei, who narratively serves a very similar purpose (besides her being a foil to nanami). to have someone be awarded by their selfishness just for it to not be worth much within a world and system that runs and sustains itself due to the sorcerer's labour power, whose only means of subsistence is to sell themselves away. a class of people who is doomed no matter what path they choose to take, as long as they do not break free from their duties and as long as the system doesn't collapse. a death that could serve as a symbol of punishment towards solidarity and altruism but a win for revolution.

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

I've come to the conclusion that when it comes to new characters I have the same attitude as a poorly socialized dog. I swear every time new content comes around and we get the news of new characters my instant reaction is to just. Dislike them. Hope they have little to no importance in the plot. Even when the design looks nice and the characters seem interesting. They're taking screen time away from my faves and my heart tells me to Bite

[swordsonnet]

on the off chance anyone on here followed me for my jonmartin fake dating au, currently standing tragically unfinished at 7 out of 8 chapters: i'm still working on the last chapter! i would love to have it up this year, but unfortunately i can't make any promises, because i've started a new medication and the side effects are wreaking havoc on my mind and body. haha isn't chronic illness fun. but rest assured the fic is the beating heart under my floorboards, and i WILL finish it one day

[izzy-b-hands]

Mini s2 blackhands fic-ish thing below the cut

"Fuck," Ed tugs at the rope, then at his belled collar. "Shit. Okay. Not ideal, but-"

The wind gusts; the rope pulls, and his collar gets tugged with it.

He's more or less alone on deck. Everyone else is busy with other chores (not a bad thing, despite being wrecked to shit, the ship's starting to look pretty good), far enough away they can't hear him gag and choke when the rope tugs again.

It's his fault, for not minding the end of the rope as he tied it on to the rest of the rigging, for not making sure it couldn't whip up and get caught under the just loose enough edge of his collar-

A gloved hand lands on the rope, pulling downwards to relieve the tension and let him breathe again.

He makes careful eye contact with Izzy, letting their eyes meet for only a moment. "You don't have to help me."

"No," Izzy sighs. He's slightly off-balance, leaning more with the movement of the ship to stay upright, but how much of that is his adjusting to moving on his new prosthetic versus the result of the rum and whiskey bottles he's been polishing off is uncertain. "I don't."

"They'd tell you not to."

"They might," Izzy shrugs, as he lifts his other hand, and saws through the rope with his knife.

The rope slips away from them, and Ed can finally take good, deep breaths again.

With the tense rope gone to hang onto, Izzy stumbles and trips forward.

He doesn't even have to think about catching him. He just does.

They pause there. Ed helping to hold Izzy up as he gets his balance back. Izzy, holding on to him tightly, but his eyes only on the collar.

"No more rigging work for you," Izzy finally says as he adjusts to stand beside Ed, only partially leaning on him. "Not until that's off. I don't want that happening to you again. If anyone else has anything to say about it-"

"I tell them it came from the orders of the first mate," Ed interrupts gently. "Um. Thank you, for this-"

He hasn't fully let go of Izzy, yet. Nor has Izzy pulled away any further. He's steady now, but Ed's hand still holds at his waist.

Not the first time he's let his hands linger there, after all. It's still, after everything, a comfortable spot for them to be.

"Don't thank me," Izzy sighs, a deep, aching, tired sign. "Just stay alive. For the sake of the Captain."

'And you too?' is what he wants to ask Izzy. But he doesn't.

He forces himself to let go of Izzy, adjusts the collar to be slightly tighter while he watches, and nods. "I can do that. I think. Gonna try, at least."

"All any of us can do," Izzy says. "No more rigging."

"No more rigging," Ed agrees, and watches him walk away towards the Captain's quarters.

He still cares. He shouldn't still care. Ed wants to pull Izzy back and beg him to explain it, how in the fuck does he still care about him after all of this?

But the words strangle themselves in his throat, and there's railing to be painted, easier than trying to force the words out.

Ed kneels to look for the paint brush and small box of paint that's been getting tossed about the deck with each wave, and tries not to shudder when the bell on his collar jingles.

[galmiahthepigeon]

Something very... Autistic that I realized lately is that growing up I had a problem with ordering the "right" thing at restaurants.

I'd go out for dinner to a seaside restaurant with my family and I'd say "I think I want to eat noodles", and my mom would say "noodles? If you wanted to have noodles we could've gone to a pasta place for that. Here they make really good fish."

We'd go to a grill and I'd say "can I have empanadas?", and my mom would say "you can get empanadas anywhere! We came here for meat".

And I know it wasn't my mom's intention to shame me or anything, she just wanted me to eat the best the place could offer and have something special. But really she just got me to internalize the idea that there were right and wrong things to order, to the point that I assumed every restaurant specialized in something and you HAD to order that thing.

We'd go to a general restaurant that had a bit of everything and you could order whatever, and I couldn't figure out what it specialized in and what I was "supposed" to order. I would freeze and be completely unable to choose what I wanted to order and it would drive my mom CRAZY. For years I'd just tell my mom I didn't know what I wanted and that I'd rather she chose for me.

This bled through into every area of my life: food, clothes, hobbies, etc. I wasn't able to choose ANYTHING for myself or make any decisions at all bc for one reason or another I subconsciously felt like I was going to be judged, even if other people didn't say anything about my decision I felt like they were shifting their perception of me every time I made a "right" or "wrong" choice on literally anything, and that the reasons any random choice could be "wrong" would be so arbitrary that I wouldn't be able to predict it, wouldn't even cross my mind.

Therefore, every choice is a potential failure that reflects negatively on me as a person, and I shouldn't make any choices. Others know better what the correct decision is, so let them handle it.

I've gotten better at this the last few years as I've gotten more chances to make decisions away from my parents, but to this day I still feel awkward making up my mind on things and being assertive about what I want. Idk just.. something that randomly came into my mind and got me all introspective rn. Trying to get better at doing whatever I want forever.

[kitchensinksurrealism]

listening to my february-june 2022 playlist which led to ⬇️

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

These strange veiled threats come to my address.

Don't you understand you're stuck in the fifth realm of Muhammad philosophy and I'm pushing 131 all day and all night

[randomfusilier]