#until only makima remains

[mugmegan]

I just saw some recordings from the chainsaw man stage play and... Aya Hirano as Makima. I am going to die

[sugar-grigri]

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down

Guns, nails, katanas: I think it's interesting to read this title not just in terms of the chapter's construction, but as three notions serving the same idea, which is what we're going to develop. 

The chapter opens with the students, followers of the Church of Chainsaw Man, who don't really know what to do with their weapons. They weren't even aware that they had so many, which marks a continuity with the last chapter, when Nobana wasn't even aware that there were weapons.

Their reaction becomes the opposite when their superior gives them a reason to interpret the weapons differently - they're no longer guns in the hands of children, but a continuation of Chainsaw Man's message and power.

I think that's an easy interpretation to have, but it's one worth establishing for the sequel. The guns are only a third part of the reasoning, after all. 

When the fiend arrives on the scene, it's also interesting the moment and the way they's cut off. Strangely enough, the fire doesn't start until they begins to suggest that children shouldn't be holding weapons, as if someone wanted to prevent them from provoking an awakening of conscience. All symbolic, of course. 

I insist on the fact that the response of the weapons is instantaneous because in French the line is well cut (I read both versions because sometimes it helps me to have a re-reading on certain lines and I perceive better the indicators notably on the tone… And yes, you missed the fiend saying Ouh Là Ouh Là Là… )

The fiend seems to have a strong desire to protect children. Which gives us an idea of the demon they might embody. A common trait that could be given to fiends is that they are beings (and I say this with all the love I bear them) intellectually limited or rather who have a way of reasoning that is more animal and demonic (logical, they are demons they embody) than human.

Whether it's Power, who only reasoned through the prism of domination, or Beam, who considered himself Chainsaw Man's pupil and follower, the possessed reason strictly through hierarchy, or rather through a kind of food chain, which is typically bestial. 

Seeing what looks like a fiend, or even a devil, reasoning in terms of child protection induces the idea that they must have something to do with these children to reason in such an abstract way as child protection. 

Especially as it's something they embodies rather than understands themself, since they remains demonic, bashing in the skull of a child they themself wanted to protect, but had spoken to wrongly, as if this "lesson" were also part of his upbringing. 

That's why I interpret this fiend as harboring the devil of studies. Which is logical? It's one of the main fears of young people in particular, whether it's the choice of direction, exams, or even because it's related to the future, studies are a subject of anxiety. 

Particularly in a Japanese system in which the costs of studying are considerable, with university rankings that can be quite anxiety-provoking for high-school students. 

That's why this fiend is so revolted by the sight of children with weapons, and nails them to walls rather than brutally killing them all.

Moods and compassion are not necessarily inherent concepts in the fiends, even if they are capable of them, as we saw with Power.

But then again, if Power changed her behavior, it was only with regard to Denji and Aki, because they were part of her pack and her entourage, just like Meowy.

Sacrificing herself for Denji, even if she did in the end, was by no means obvious, hence the fact that there were several pages before her second death where she considered two options: her survival by helping Makima and her certain death to protect her brother. 

That's why the fiend's words are so strange and put me on the trail of the study demon.

Skull-hammering, or being overloaded with information and knowledge to be accumulated, is symbolized by this protruding brain. 

In the same way, the fact that the demon possessed has no eyes symbolizes the school system, whose aim is to develop students without actually seeing them. 

I was thinking about the hammer, but the title indicates that it's the nails we should be thinking about.

Hence the title of this analysis, which takes up a famous saying :

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down

Obviously, this saying alone cannot reflect the complexity of Japanese society, which is sometimes even used as a caricature by the Western media. 

Nevertheless, without falling into caricature, it symbolizes a simple idea: Japanese society, unlike Western society, puts the collective before the individual. 

This doesn't mean that the individual is completely erased, but that he is encouraged to consider his behavior from a more global angle, one that transcends himself. 

It's simply a saying that can be understood as advice: if you step out of line, you can expect to encounter more difficulties.

This is as true for a Japanese society as it is for a Western one. I'm not establishing any hierarchy of values.

Hence the nails, which freeze individuals where they belong. 

That's why this possessed person has an aversion to seeing students with guns: it's not just for protection, it's also for compartmentalization. Society doesn't give students the role of assailants; their role is to have a criterion in their hands. 

We continue with this superior, who also happens to be possessed by the demon of justice. His posture is not only interesting in that it's a completely instrumentalized justice in the sense that it puts children in danger for a better purpose, but it's above all the thesis of necessary evil, i.e. fighting evil with evil. 

If human morality were to be summed up, it would be through this maxim: preventing wars with wars, protecting like Chainsaw Man while endangering students - that's the whole human contradiction.

So, of course, the fiend find him vain when he argues that he is the best incarnation of justice.

It's typical of man to imagine himself superior to other species. 

We end on Katana, who arrives with a cutaway (which I loved) to declare that there's no justice with Chainsaw Man. 

So, in one line, we put back in place all the originality of this character, and I find it incredible. 

This line is both true and ironic!

True, because Chainsaw Man humiliated him by killing his grandfather, winning against him and beating his private parts with Aki to avenge Himeno. 

But above all, Katana Man has been brought up among the Yakuza, who he believes are governed by the same principles as his grandfather, to the point where he firmly clings to this position.

Katana Man hasn't evolved at all on this issue .

Ironic, given that Katana Man's grandfather was Denji's debt collector, the man who ended up ordering the overindebtedness and dismemberment of a child.

Indeed, Denji has no idea what justice is, for his life is profoundly unjust, whether it's being indebted for his father's misdeeds or dying prematurely. 

Above all, he doesn't take justice into his own hands; Denji didn't take revenge on Aki and Power with Makima, he saved her, just as he pursues his own personal goals of killing demons; they don't slaughter demons to bring justice to all those unjust deaths, he fights because they turn him on, he's an instrument, not a vigilante. 

What the chapter speaks to in these three themes is the whole paradox of protection, whether it's seeking justice through the church by sending children as gunpowder.

Whether it's trying to protect these children by enclosing them in a school system.

Whether it's protecting ideals that are unfounded. 

Once again we follow the analysis of the last time, public hunters choose weapons or possessions that limit the damage to the teenagers who constitute the nation's precious asset. The church uses children as a kind of barrier, not because they think they're good soldiers, but because they're moral barriers. So they send a possessed man convinced that he's protecting the children.

Or a weapon who thinks he still has a man's heart.

It's not just a clash between the two camps; it's also a battle for public approval.

Katana Man and Chainsaw Man are two sides of the same coin, the same story. While one has known a loving grandfather whom he loves so much that he closes himself off in denial (to the point of always refuting Denji's version that he murdered his grandfather as a zombie, even though the only legacy he left him was a zombie weapon), the other has known the monster and has therefore not internalized concepts such as love, compassion or justice.

Katana Man is a weapon who has been instrumentalized by the Yakuza, and is still deluding himself to find meaning in his existence, while Denji is one of the few weapons living strictly for himself at the moment.

He's the only one who truly follows his heart !

[neonscandal]

Manga With Me: CSM and the Concept of "Want" and "Home"

Completely blocking out the events of the first Chainsaw Man segment after reading it is not a unique experience. I am not alone in this phenomenon but one thing I always think about is the idea of "want" or "desire" and how it's this really messed up impetus for Denji to go on living, at least in the hands of Tatsuki Fujimoto, and the concept of "home". I feel like not enough people are ruminating on this so now I have to.

⚠️ Spoiler Warning: through CSM chapter 97.

First things first, in no way am I insinuating that Denji's reasons to live are not valid nor am I implying that a character with his background is better off dead. I think it's important to mention because we've seen that play out with the likes of Ash Lynx as an example and I hated that.

Tatsuki Fujimoto, the Jackass Genie

When we're introduced to Denji, he's not exactly living the life. Trying to offset the massive debt of his father, he'd sold off several organs including an eye and a testicle and was forced to work off as much as he could by handling the dirty work of the yakuza debt owner. Treated inhumanely and frequently left with barely enough money to feed himself, Denji appears to remain relatively upbeat with his only friend Pochita at his side.

Solely motivated to simply survive the day, hopes beyond that are seemingly out of the realm of possibility for him beneath all of his inherited burdensome debt. It isn't until he gets a seemingly second shot at life that Denji can dare to dream. Mind you, this is after he's discarded like garbage but it just furthers how alone and pitiable he is to be treated in such a way.

Even with this newfound life, his hopes are comparatively low hanging fruit to the average reader and yet, at every turn, Fujimoto takes these innocent asks and twists them into such unpalatable experiences. Most notably being his first kiss.

What's particularly interesting is the space between Denji's idealization and, of course, the subsequent reality of his wishes. For instance, have you ever wanted something so bad for so long that when you finally got it, it could never measure up to what you'd dreamt in your head? Because you'd sunk so many hours into thinking about it and putting it on a pedestal but... as we saw above, Denji really only had time to think about survival for the better part of his life. So the drastic difference between wanting a solid meal, wanting his first kiss, wanting to touch boobs, wanting a girlfriend, etc. They were so relatively short lived before being obtained, and yet, so catastrophically unsatisfying each and every time. It seems like everything Denji gravitates toward is inevitably something that will cause him great displeasure which we see most readily apparent in his attraction to Makima.

For all this suffering, you'd assume Denji would have had to have done something to have earned such karmic punishment but, to the reader, his only sin seemed to be being born to a recklessly selfish father. Especially when a great deal of his origin seems to be kept hidden behind a figurative locked door which is constantly teased and shown to be something Pochita urges him never to open.

You Can't Go Home Again

This, of course, brings us to the crux of why I wanted to talk about this in the first place. We see Denji's door, something he regards with unfamiliarity and trepidation, a few times throughout the story. Not knowing its significance until the very end of the arc but, for the sake of this discussion, we will consider this and his life with Pochita Denji's "home". Denji's wariness, his avoidance, it's not unique to him.

POWER

Now we know Pochita can seemingly read the heart of Denji (being that he is the heart of Denji) but I wonder how much Power the fiend knows of her former human life. From her introduction, she was likely murdered and left naked in the very woods that Power found the body in. Power is shown to be boisterous and very self-serving, her affection for Meowy being a severe aberration, at least at the beginning of her character arc. Again, not exactly living the life, enthralled only by the taste of blood and the act of killing until she finds herself somewhat domesticated through her employment with Public Safety.

What we know of Hell, Devils that die on Earth go to Hell. Devils that die in Hell go to Earth. Power wasn't exactly avoiding "going home" but her return to Hell destabilized her semblance of safety and comfort by way of facing the Darkness Devil. Even of the devils faced on Earth, Power always faced them with the same bravado that she demanded humans to kneel before her with. Either to generally disguise her relative strength or lack thereof (being that she was fighting in a group) or, in retrospect, perhaps her fear, too. With all the confidence, we don't consider what the Blood fiend's experience may have been down in Hell, whether she was top of the food chain or not. Topside, her experience may have been a little different when you have humans and lesser devils in the mix. But the fear she experienced upon her return to Hell caused debilitating PTSD where she had to lean on Denji and Aki a lot more as she was unable to care for herself or be left alone. In this sense, it tempered her connection to Denji, especially. Almost as if the progression from a life of survival to a life of relative comfort is toppled by the harrowing reminder of one's origins.

AKI

Aki is the best literal example of the negative ramifications of "going home". As he packs the kids up for a reluctant trip to Hokkaido to visit his family's graves, Power and Denji remain immature handfuls even on the tail end of the Darkness Devil drama. But as the snow falls and Power sleeps, Aki confesses to Denji:

Every year, when I went to visit their grave, I'd remember nothing but bad things. It was depressing. But this time, you guys were such pests that I didn't have the time to get lost in that.

It's bittersweet, this acknowledgement. Seeing their behavior somewhat changed, his own resolve toward them softening, he questions whether his pursuit of the Gun Devil justifies the possibility of jeopardizing the peace he's cultivated with his found family. A distinct change of heart in light of his previous attitude toward devils and fiends, not just Power and Denji. But moreso an outright defiance of the very thing that has driven his survival thus far. That, of course, being to avenge his family's death by killing the Gun Devil. His decision to pull from the expedition is, of course, manipulated by Makima by using her purview over Power and Denji to solidify his participation. The irony of his found family enabling him to resolve his need for revenge being the bargaining chip to keep him on the hook is dastardly. Moreover, the knowledge that vengeance was never even on the table for him.

The linchpin in this is, of course, the fact that, what precedes Aki's end is not his return to home but the Angel Devil's who he inadvertently and without knowing accompanies. A past Angel Devil had forgotten, courtesy of Makima, precipitates Aki's death and evolution into the Gun Fiend. As the battle wages, the fact that it plays out as the snowball fight with Denji was devastating in light of his previous losses.

DENJI

With Denji's integration into society, his many goals thwarted by the unsatisfying reality of them, and the comfort he establishes with Power and Aki, we see him grow to understand the world a little better. He's still a neglected and immature kid but his emotional intelligence sharpens with his aspirations even if they only go so far as to wish to impress Makima. With all the trauma he'd suffered prior to joining Public Safety and even the trouble he experienced with them, fighting and killing Aki the Gun Fiend proves to be too big of a breaking point for him. It doesn't hit him immediately. But he finds himself unable to enjoy such simple pleasures with the guilt and turmoil of killing someone he hadn't realized meant so much to him and comes to understand the loss and pain so latently. The end of Aki's character arc as punctuated by Denji, even as prophesied, was shattering to watch unfold. Especially juxtaposed with the innocence of the snowball fight in his consciousness.

This altercation, too, was preceded by a door Denji didn't want to open. A door we'd seen many times over. A door that he'd decided was best left closed wayyy back in Hokkaido. 👇🏾

Aki's death yields a significant windfall of money willed to Denji to take care of he and Power. Money, the driving factor in his previous suffering, is no longer a problem for him and he uses it to taste and experience more but they do not quell the unrest within him.

Even though Denji grown to adjust to the world he finds himself in with his rebirth as Chainsaw Man, this loss, in particular, forces a deeper reflection beyond the frivolity of why touching his first boob is unsatisfying. He laments the fact that every choice, every want inevitably goes to crap just as Makima finds him. Ultimately, this extremely low point (not unlike the misery she'd initially found him in), is exactly where we see their relation to one another come full circle: Denji, a dog to Makima's whims.

As Denji submits to Makima, we immediately see the cost of his allegiance. Not only by means of Power's death but the fact that her orders completely conflict with what Pochita has been urging him against this whole time. Never mind the fact that this is the second time where he knew precisely to what end the door he was opening would reveal. Aki. Power. But, even though his expectations have been met at the other side of that door, whether it be Aki's or Makima's, it never prepares him for the big reveal. The worse turning worst case scenario. Denji's shock at Makima making good on her word allows for her full plan to come into focus.

The door opens, the true depth of Denji's backstory is revealed. The irony of Makima, the Control Devil, condemning the actions of a child trying to survive the abuse of his father is something the reader doesn't have time to reconcile it before the next big twist to the story is revealed, the next big fight.

This cycle of violence and revelation without reflection breeds an odd disconnect from the events, probably not unlike Denji's own perceived experience. Perhaps it informs our collective amnesia when it comes to the story, again, not unlike Denji's as he's forced to play the part of Chainsaw Man. A blessing and a curse, born of affection and the belief that Denji should get to lead a normal, fulfilling life. But Pochita's kindness is unexpectedly barbed despite his innocent and unassuming appearance because the Chainsaw Devil is one so feared, one so renowned, it is marked and killed by many devils but he arises again and again.

Almost as if Pochita was avoiding the burden of his own nature like Denji avoided the truth of his past... I don't know, perhaps this rant was a bit self-indulgent but whenever I think about these 3 (to 5 if we count Angel and Pochita) characters floating through the ether of life only to be connected and summarily destroyed by the fact that they finally found something worth living for really just spoils my thoughts for where this story is going, what the grand message is. If there's even a grand message at all.

[cyllres]

Remember how yn died and regenerated her ENTIRE HEAD? Something that im not sure gojo can even do

Will we every get an explanation of how? cuz mai was right about that being incredibly freaky is she just the second coming of christ in that universe? (More like the third cuz of gojo lmao)

Also I like to imagine she has a scar around her neck where she was decapitated idk it sounds incredibly badasss

I did not really specify this but it's more like her head attached itself to her body. Her abilities are a mix of her past abilities as a devil and present abilities as yn. (But it's mostly her devil abilities)

Makima has this ability where the harm inflicted on her would be transferred to a random citizen. (Because of a contract) Also devils can't die they would just get reincarnated. But in this context yn hasn't made such deals, yn isn't entirely a devil. So how did she manage to stay alive after getting literally DECAPITATED.

That's because she's yn and so happens to know RCT. While it is impossible to bring back the dead with RCT, we have to keep in mind that yn isn't entirely human or belongs to that universe, that's why a simple decapitation wouldn't kill her, but would urge her body to bring itself back together and heal itself. How could it reincarnate itself if it's in a place where it doesn't belong to? If yn wasn't taught about this by Shoko, she would remain decapitated but alive until her body knows what to do to fix itself.

That's why the higher ups think it's freaky and shit and want to kill her. They can't allow what they couldn't understand roam freely. That's why, despite just being a student, despite not having her full abilities assessed, they allow her w/ special grade missions. Missions only experts should take with the promise of money. (Hence, why Satoru decided to stop it since it's obviously taking a toll on her)

Now, I wonder how the Kyoto Sister Event would occur 🤔

I hope this makes sense 🥲

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

hi there! you are once again about to see a message regarding your chainsaw man fics. specifically the makima x reader duology :D absolutely gorgeous fics. I would love to know what Makima's perspective was of the events of part 1. Do you think she had birds spying on reader? Do you think she somehow heard the convos with the shopkeep and understood what they were saying? (my personal headcanon is that she knows, like, every language. fear is a universal language and the Control Devil has existed since the dawn of time!) anyways, thank you so much for writing such an incredible piece of literature :)))

Oooh I think this is the first time someone's ever asked about Makima's perspective of the events of part 1!

Before she developed any sort of interest in the reader, she didn't really have enough interest to specifically spy on her. She didn't think much of their partnership in general other than the fact that they were partners for however long until the reader either died or otherwise retired from being a devil hunter.

Once her interest was piqued by Reader refusing to listen to her, Makima's focus was on testing to see if Reader's refusal to listen to her orders was a one time thing. So she kept on giving subtle orders for an extended period of time, testing to see how Reader would react to them. When the order refusals kept on happening, Makima is pretty much in awe after that. I didn't write the scene with the shopkeep with Makima spying on that conversation in mind but I do see there being instances where Makima does start doing that before their relationship together. By part 2, it's something she does around the time Reader is expected to show up to their home to make sure that you get home safely. It's no different than a cat looking out the window waiting for its human to pop back up.

But using animals to spy on Reader and your whereabouts isn't something Makima does consistently.

By offering the contract not to use her abilities as the Control Devil on you, she essentially was placing her trust in the relationship she has with you. That she's managed to craft a relationship where she didn't need her abilities to force someone to care about her. That you'll always come home to her because you choose to. That you will always choose her.

But prior to that relationship being established, Makima sucks at connecting with people and it wasn't like the Reader was fond of Makima for a while so she was still lonely. So having someone who was simply human and wasn't an all-powerful being as a prospective equal was pretty much a beacon of light for Makima.

So Reader reaching out to invite Makima to dinner after work was pretty much a gift in her eyes. All without Makima having to tell you to do so. So from that moment on she stops using her power to connect with you, it's just hard to control the urge when she is dealing with her insecurities, her inexperience with a normal relationship and her envy regarding your relationship with Himeko.

Himeko is pretty much seen as a threat in part 1 before you start dating. Makima's definitely contemplated killing her and getting rid of her but it isn't something she thinks about (often) when you start going out together. At that point your relationship with Himeko is a minor wrinkle she can't really iron at.

Makima's biggest worry at that point in time was whether or not she could consistently remain in this relationship with Reader as they were without ever succumbing to her nature as the Control Devil. Sometimes wondering if the entire relationship was simply just a dream she'd eventually wake up from. Or that even the Reader would decide that someone like Makima isn't worth being with which only makes her desire to control the reader stronger.

Hoping that she could give an order that Reader could succumb to. There's relief in that hypothetical reassurance it would give that you would be incapable of leaving her.

But that hypothetical relief is immediately washed over by despair and anxiety because if there was ever an order you could succumb to, that would only solidify that she can't make equal relationships with anybody. That only one being could do it.

Which is why she orders the Reader to sleep with her towards the end of the story, which you thankfully refuse before she divulges the truth about her identity. Something you take in stride rather than recoil in fear, leaving her alone.

Instead you stay and accept her contract of a lifetime, marriage in her eyes. So staying with the Bureau was meaningless at that point. She wanted a simple life with her beloved, so she left. There was no need for idols like Chainsaw Man and seeing if he could be found if Makima already had the relationship she wanted.

So from there, you and Makima live together in abstract bliss in a new city until... some unfortunate events happen in part 2. But hey you find each other again so it all works out!

[mahaguro]

Understanding Denji’s spiral into descent. His distaste for the ordinary life and separating himself from Nayuta.

At the end of Chainsaw Man Part 1, Denji had been entrusted with looking after Nayuta. Along came the necessity to lead a normal life as it was important another corrupt personality like Makima would not resurface.

At first, Denji wasn’t interested in the idea but after everything he’d gone through, I’m sure that it was something he had to reconsider for the greater good. Also Pochita also encouraged Denji to do so.

However throughout Part 2, Denji in more ways than one, shows his dissatisfaction with this new life. Although he’s come around to appreciate some aspects of it (nurturing Nayuta + pets) there remains an itch that craves just a little bit more.

When confronted with this fact, Denji questions himself, showing some level of uncertainty. Perhaps even conflicted.

“I do, right?”

And surely enough, Yoshida/Public Safety’s ultimatum to Denji to refrain from transforming only further complicated his dilemma.

Being Chainsaw Man fulfilled Denji’s inner desire(s). It gave him the glory, fame, notoriety, etc. The one thing that made him happy has now become consequential to his livelihood. Which, once again, rids him of all autonomy.

Though, it could be argued that unlike Barem, Yoshida’s bargain was a harsh attempt to preserve Denji’s life for a bit longer and not allow Public Safety make to make use of him for the time being.

Now to the current events of the story.

Denji has lost what has allowed him to sustain an ordinary life. The home, pets and foundation is burnt to the ground. Most of it gone, leaving him no other choice to cast all else to the side.

I don’t think Denji would voluntarily put Nayuta in harm’s way. As mentioned before, he’s grown to care for Nayuta’s wellbeing. At this point, he wouldn’t let her become collateral damage due to his indulgence.

Because up until now, he’s done everything with her best interest at heart and he’ll continue to do so—In his own way.

Denji as Chainsaw Man in all of its wreckage, will only have Nayuta follow in his footsteps but as the Control Devil. This would no doubt null the intended purpose of raising Nayuta. It’s better to keep her at a distance.

In chapter 149, it was only by mere whim that Nayuta was deterred from going down a destructive path. If Denji allowed for it, it would have happened. No question.

From this point forward, Denji will be chaotic, brash, and utterly gratified in the pursuit of his dreams as the Chainsaw Man.

From how I see it, he hasn’t truly given up on Nayuta.

He simply went for the choice with the best outcome for all parties involved.

[animehouse-moe]

Chainsaw Man Chapter 134: Ordinary Happiness

Well, another somewhat inconsequential chapter in the grand scheme of things, but it takes Yoshida's conversation with Denji from the prior chapter and runs with it. Who is Denji without Chainsaw Man? Is he still Denji if he's just Denji?

Denji's themes of dream and desire remain strong throughout this chapter, starting right away with Nayuta questioning him. Asking him if his dreams end here, living in a little apartment with his adopted little sister and all their dogs. If he dreams no longer include Pochita and being Chainsaw Man and kicking ass and finding Power and saving the world so that all eyes are on him.

It's such a simple question, but it digs right into the heart of Denji and his passivity when faced with an obstacle. With Makima dangling the carrot in front of Denji he made his way through Part 1, until he realized he wanted to think and act for himself, to fight for and save the friends that he made along his way.

I wouldn't go as far as saying it's a repeat of Denji surrendering himself to Makima, but I also wouldn't say it's a stretch to compare the two when Denji's thinking of giving up his life as Chainsaw Man to live with the Control Devil and their dogs in an apartment. There's just a few differences.

But anyways, more Part 1 comparisons! Because Denji is the protagonist of part 1, not part 2. We're rehashing his identity crisis through several perspectives and comparisons, as we get a divergent piece from Denji's past featuring Chainsaw Man and televisions. This time, rather than the world calling out to Chainsaw Man, it's our impostor calling out to the world. It's not Denji that answers the calls and cries of the people that love Chainsaw Man, it's his frustration at that spotlight being taken from him. From being forced to shrink back from his spotlight, and seeing somebody else take it. Seeing somebody else take his identity, his hard work, his dream, and sell it to everybody else. It's incredibly great work to perpetuate the cycle that Denji finds himself in. (left image is ch 92 pt 1, right is today's chapter)

And Denji himself addresses that cycle in this chapter as well. How living for what he dreams of means he'll always be hollow, that he'll continue to aim higher and higher and find more things to desire, despite being happy with how far he's come. It's a simplistic worldview befitting of Chainsaw Man, and because he doesn't understand or know better, all he's doing is grasping at straws, trying to create something more meaningful than what he has.

I just think it's really great that Denji's forced to face his reality once more, to ask himself if it's really right to want more. To continue to string his best friend along that gave him a second chance at life, to further gamble on the lives of Aki and Power so that he can gain more. His lashing out of the prior chapter really just gives these moments the perfect backdrop, expending all his energy to preserve what he has, only to calm down and realize maybe he is okay with it all. That is, until someone takes more from him. He could give up Chainsaw Man if it meant Nayuta would get to keep living, precisely because nobody else could be Chainsaw Man. He would still be able to hold onto that title, that legend, the part of himself that people love and champion.

And that's where this chapter ends, with another meltdown from Denji as he loses yet another piece of himself. Continuing to be whittled down until he's nothing more than a high school kid that has to scrape together money so he can help out his little sister. So that he's only a step or two removed from where he started out in this life. With only one person standing beside him, without anything that allows him to be different, to have something special. Without Chainsaw Man.

[championofravens]

Tali’s thoughts/analysis on CSM ch. 151

Or: How you haunt the narrative in a story with no afterlife

(Spoilers abound)

Makima’s death has always been very interesting in the context of Chainsaw Man and its greater world building, something not typically touched upon often by other folks in the fandom. As mentioned by user @Jelimore when they approached me to write this, there is no afterlife confirmed within the story’s canon (at least not with the sort of certainty the population accepts other facets of the divine). It’s a fascinating implication in a world where Hell is real and already populated by denizens who are born and resurrected there. Based on what Makima describes of her time in Hell with the Chainsaw Devil, it is not a metaphorical place of suffering but almost has its own societal structure completely alien to humanity’s. So it seems safe to assume it is not widely believed in this world that a damnable soul can descend to Hell after it dies.

Heaven is much more nebulous. Heaven is implied only through hallucinations at the time of death (think Aki and Yuko’s final moments of peace) or a comforting word given to those at death’s door (the Angel Devil soothing a dying woman). This makes sense as the narrative works hard to neither confirm nor deny the existence of a singular God ruling the world. The story has never invoked divine intervention or any other godlike acts. If anything, we are rapidly approaching a junction in which a God Devil is more likely to arise as we see the looming shadow of the Death Devil and Nostradamus’s prophecy. 

I believe both of these decisions are what really helps the story have such impactful and painful deaths- the mundanity of it all in a fantasy world that death could just be a black nothing as far as we know.

The idea of death becomes all the more interesting as we look to Devils, who can be completely destroyed to the extent that they are eradicated from existence and their very influence ceases to remain. It goes far beyond human death. In one of my all time favorite chapters, Makima lists a number of Devils who have been destroyed so completely (eaten by the Chainsaw Devil) that whatever concepts were born from them- or vice versa- are no longer even within the human consciousness. I think the first example she brings up to Kishibe is especially telling: Nazism is something that had to exist prior to its Devil, and when the Nazi Devil was eaten, it still wiped out that political party from the fabric of reality. Though the Nazi Devil did not create Nazism, its destruction assured it was as though it had never even existed. 

So. Let’s talk about Makima’s death and Chapter 151.

Barem foolishly attributes a possible reasoning for Natuya’s inability to control him as the fact his body remains under the control of Makima even beyond death. Though this is something contradicted in all we know of how Devils work, Makima is not forgotten. Makima is not erased. Makima’s physical body and arguably her “soul” have been as thoroughly killed and buried as they can be and yet we do not forget her like other Devils. This is because Makima was destroyed. Not the Control Devil herself. He is still attributing an amount of divinity to a corpse however. His second idea that his inability to be controlled comes from a pure loyalty to her… well, I think that’s wrong as well.

Makima’s power of Control is forged from a feeling of superiority, a feeling cultivated and encouraged and fed throughout her life until she had innate control over all humanity. I believe Makima was encouraged in her position to see those around her as less than, which is a task that is already easy for Devils to follow. Natuya, raised by Denji, is saved in part by the love she has for him but also the average life he gave her. Though she has a strong Devil nature that has her putting an amount of distance between herself and others, we just finished a chapter in which she retracts those feelings for the sake of continuing her life with Denji. Even though she says it should be acceptable for her to hurt and kill as a Devil, she is more bound to her happy life than to following her instinct. We know it is not an indomitable force, or rule of nature, that she has to follow and we know it is not something encouraged by those around her.

So in that aspect, a man who just so easily destroyed her happiness and took multiple gunshot wounds without faltering, a man fused with a powerful Devil, it makes sense she may falter and lose that superiority. Her powers in ch. 151 seem to stem clearly from grief and rage as opposed to the calm certainty with which we’ve seen her use it before even when she is upset (think: Asa). It’s for this reason that I think Natuya fails in controlling Barem. 

An irony of this is that Barem is blind to the intricacies of Makima’s power and how it works, unlike the readers, despite his devotion to her which is what leads him to think he is being protected by a more romantic notion. He was, after all, just a puppet during his time with her. His devotion is to a Devil that no longer exists and a woman with no power beyond that of anyone seeing ghosts in the throes of grief.

I think this chapter paints a very interesting and first time distinction between what Denji killed and didn’t kill at the end of Part 1. In the simplest words- Denji killed Makima, a human woman. That is what she became when Denji ate her and prevented her healing and resurrection and allowed her to die in a way no Devil ever has. She is as dead as any other human is within the story… and that is how she haunts it. It is what gives her power even still. Denji did not eat the Control Devil. He ate the first woman he loved. That is why Natuya is alive and why Makima gets to have a surprisingly human hold on the story in death.

(Tune in for Tali’s unhinged fanon explanation about Ahashi’s role in part 2, including the effects of Makima’s eyes in his skull and his puppeting by the Public Safety Division)

[miceysfandomcreations]

Seasons Came and Changed the Time

I wrote a spoilery csm fic. Tagging my comrades in *** *****, @gunfiendbabymama, @lela-ri, @itoshisoup

The Gun Fiend’s holding cell is cold and dry, a grey rectangle with the bare necessities and no windows except the one on the door. The fluorescent lights buzz on his skin.

He picks at his lip with his remaining hand. He’s not allowed to reform his other one unless ordered to; the last time he did that it got torn off by a trigger-happy Devil Hunter and that blasted fox devil.

That agent shouldn’t have done that, or been near you at all. The Child had said. In fact, Public Safety has fewer agents than I remember.

The Child, short, clad in winter gear, at times more mature than he seems, was with Gun Fiend for as long as he could remember. From the moment he came into consciousness in the cold cell of a Public Safety facility, his entire body in pain and regenerating, the Child was there, placing his spectral hands on Gun’s remaining one.

I have black hair. The Child says.

“I don’t care.” Replied the Gun Fiend.

I’m pretty short next to you.

“I don’t care.”

I think I remember slicing apples into bunnies, but everything else is hazy.

“Can you feed me one of those bunnies right now?”

No, sorry.

The Child smells like nothing, no blood, no life. He follows the Gun Fiend whether inside his cell or outside on missions. None of the Gun’s handlers seem to notice him.

The Child was very annoying, actually. Don’t eat that. Spit that out. Keep your hands out of the snow. Stop trying to suck the bloodstains out of your shirt, you’re only going to waste energy. Please go to sleep earlier, you’ll feel less tired. I mean it, stop eating the decorative soaps! You’ll get sick!

He shot at the child once, out of curiosity and during the chaos of battle, where he wouldn’t get scolded for acting without orders. The bullet went straight through him. That won’t work on me, you know. Gun Fiend apologized a while after, when he noticed the Child seemed very down, so it was fine.

His nail hits a chunk of loose skin. He pulls and pulls until it detaches. Beads of blood emerge on his lip, and he laps them up. The tang coats his tongue.

Stop that! It’s only going to hurt you. The Child points out.

Gun Fiend doesn’t care. He chews that scrap of skin between his iron-tinged teeth. Blood is blood, even if it’s from his own body. It’s leagues better than that watered-down trash Public Safety keeps giving him. He swallows the skin. He’s still hungry, still weak. Still locked up until Public Safety wants him to shoot at something. He sticks his tongue out at the Child.

Why do I even bother trying to help you? The Child rolls his eyes and tilts his head back in a show of exaggerated exasperation. Gun Fiend ignores him. The Child can give him the cold shoulder all he wants, but sooner or later, the Child will go back to complaining about Gun Fiend’s bad habits. It wasn’t Gun’s fault those soaps at the mall where the consumption devil attacked looked like candy.

A new scent of sweat tinged with cologne emerged from down the hall, followed by footsteps. It was time for the agents posted outside the cell to change. “Did you hear about Chainsaw today?” One said to the other. Gun Fiend felt The Child perk up.

“Yes, he stole a kill from us.”

“Does he even get paid for that? He’s making all of us look like fools.”

“I swear, Public Safety’s gone downhill ever since Makima disappeared. You may not remember, but she really was the top dog.”

I hope Chainsaw Man’s feeding himself, do you think he’s learned how to cook?

“Why are you so obsessed with him?” Gun asks.

I’m not sure. I need to see him.

The talking stops outside the cell door, and then resumes.

“Look at us now, reduced to working with that pistol-headed freak that talks to air. I’ve got friends who were killed in its rampage. I joined Public Safety to kill these things, not work with them. I swear every time the public sees we’re leaving him alive, they hate us more.”

“It’s not like we can do anything about it, most of our fiends with less publicity got killed. Most of our devils too. Fox’s threatening to sue for overwork.”

The Child dissolves into a pile of giggles. Gun Fiend, by instinct, feels his chest contort into a laugh. He wasn’t sure why; his only experience with Kon was when the Fox Devil complained about the loss of his good looks, whatever that meant. And then eating his gun arm, He can’t forget about that.

One of the guards, the more senior one, bangs on the door. “Hey! Shut up!”

“You sure we’re safe from him?” The other one asks.

“Yes. These walls are bulletproof, and he’s not fed enough blood to do any real damage.”

“Until he’s on the field. Anything about his mental state?”

“What, you suggesting we get him a fiend therapist? Dump him in a mental hospital and have him be someone else’s problem?”

The guards laugh together one last time, and one of them leaves. Gun walks away from the child and sits in the farthest corner of the room. His stomach growls. He curls up in a ball and lies down. The cut on his lip has stopped bleeding.

They shouldn’t treat you like this. It’s not right. The Child comes over and tries to brush the hair from Gun Fiend’s forehead, but his hands go right through his face.

The blast from the Fireworks Devil sends Gun Fiend flying across several city streets. He hits a building very hard. He feels his ribs, shoulders, and the back of his head crack upon impact. His gun arm and left leg get flattened by rubble. He struggles and yanks himself free, losing the two crushed limbs in the process.

Something warm rises in his chest, and Gun regurgitates all the blood his handler fed him at the start of the devil fight. A shame, he was full for the first time in weeks, and now he’s not. The sun feels unfamiliar on Gun Fiend’s skin. His lungs, which burned so wonderfully when he was in combat, are torn open by his ribs.

Gun looks down at the blood vomit in front of him. He leans down and opens his mouth. Stop that! The Child’s voice bursts into his mind.

“I need blood!” Gun Fiend shouts. It’s been so long since he got truly mad at the Child, but this wasn’t a mere matter of gluttony. He wanted to live, dammit!

I, I know. But that’s not going to be enough. The Child points at the rubble next to Gun Fiend. A limp, pale arm sticks out. Food! It smells relatively fresh for a dead person. Gun pulls himself forward with his one shaking. The debris and glass shards cut into his palm. He yanks the arm. Watch out!

Dislodged pieces of crumbled building fall and hit Gun squarely in the face and chest. The gun barrel protruding from his forehead cracks almost clean off. He feels woozy in the head from all the cracks in his skull. He spits out blood and a few teeth. Gun Fiend falls backward, the crushed upper body of a corpse close to his chest, his prize for all of this.

Gun Fiend starts with the hand. It is exquisite. He bites the fingers off and rends flesh from bone. The meat is juicy and tender. The tendons are chewy and melt in his mouth. He eats the delicate finger bones whole. They crunch under his teeth. He breaks the studier hand bones and sucks out the marrow. He sucks the blood-coated nails and then spits them out. It’s been so long since he was able to chew something, to truly savor a meal.

Gun sniffs the air for the scent of his handler, the handler who’d force him to vomit everything up if he caught him like this. He’s dead, he got eaten in the fight, remember? The Child reminded him.

“What about the others?” The Public Service agents smell of fear and hostility, a smog that makes It hard for Gun Fiend to breathe.

Either dead or busy with Fireworks. All rookies. It’s been a while since Public Safety handled a devil this dangerous.

“Because of this Chainsaw Man?”

That’s the most likely guess, I suppose. Is he busy somewhere else?

A moment passes where there’s nothing but chewing and distant explosions in the air. Gun Fiend gulps down the arm and his skull knits back together. His ribs jerk into place. The fresh blood works wonders on regrowing his leg. He begins to reform the barrel on his forehead when the Child speaks up.

We can do it now. We can run.

The Gun looks quizzically at the Child. He’s never spoken of this before.

We can disguise ourselves and find Chainsaw Man. He’ll know what to do. I’ll be able to remember.

Gun Fiend takes in his surroundings. He cannot understand the strange symbols on the storefronts. The signs and screens on the buildings flash bright and loud, and buzz with electricity. The streets are deserted but hold the scents of many people coming and going, of crowds and noise. During Gun’s first fight outside, a crowd threw rocks at him. And the Child wants them to disappear to disappear into this strange world.

Do you want to go back to Public Safety?

That little grey cell. That shitty water they call blood. Shivering throughout the night. Never being full unless he’s needed for a fight.

Rage bubbles up in Gun Fiend’s gut. His barrel’s halfway to fully reforming. He resists the urge to shoot a bullet from it into the air.

Gun licks the blood off his fingers. “Will there be lots of bodies I can eat?”

Yes. Plenty of devil fights happen in this city, there’ll be dead bodies everywhere.

“What about a live one? I want to eat a live one.”

The Child sighs as if he’s had this conversation a lot of times before. If you eat the live ones, people will report it to the police. We’ll get in legal trouble. Public Safety will catch us easier. Besides, there’s a ton of other things you can eat. Remember when one of the guards bought a bento box to their post?

Gun Fiend remembers. He had salivated all night from it. “Other things? Like what?”

The Child launches into a list. Sliced apples, coffee, beer on someone else’s tab. All of these can be found throughout the city. I can even teach you how to make them, if you promise not to kill civilians. 

Apples, coffee, beer on someone else’s tab, whatever that meant. Blood, gooey, thick blood, even if it’s from the dead. The chance to gorge himself day and night. The sound of fighting dies down in the distance.

If we run away, we need to do it fast; I think Public Safety’s almost finished. The Child looks at Gun Fiend’s almost complete gun barrel. Oh. That could be a problem.

Gun grabs a slab of concrete and slams it into his head. He slams it until the barrel fractures and falls clean off. “Dinner first, and then we find Chainsaw Man.” The Child beams.

In Public Safety, an alert rings out. The Gun Fiend is missing. No one discloses it to the media; Public Safety’s public rating is bad enough as it is. Agents on overtime are sent to come through the streets.

A nearby paramedic thinks he misplaced some supplies in the aftermath of the Fireworks devil. A man with bandages around his head and a missing arm staggers away from the battlefield, and into the city. Most bystanders pity him but refuse to look closer.

The Gun Fiend disappears into the sea of humans, led by the ghostly specter of a child in winter gear, ready for a good dinner.

[makibeni]

Ch. 45- Wishing I was With You

Makima wordlessly filed paperwork at her desk, shuffling documents between stacks with a parting signature. Office work had grown especially dull for her of late, deprived of her usual vices, and the anticipation of them waiting at home for her only serving to accentuate her desires. Her performance hadn't suffered, not yet at any rate, mundane bureaucracy was time consuming but effortless for her at this point. An unexpected knock at her door drew a wayward glance. She donned an annoyed gaze, wiping it from her face before her unannounced guest made their entry. It quickly returned as an all too familiar hand poked it's way through, waving a scuffed-up, half empty pack of cigarettes.

"I don't smoke"

She replied with an apathetic tone, hoping to silence the proposition and return to her work.

"I'll buy you a coffee then!"

The woman's voice echoed through the room. She could refuse, of course, but she knew the course her day would take if she did. Himeno had likely pawned her work off onto some hapless newcomer, and she wasn't going to let up until she got what she wanted. Makima took a deep breath, standing from her desk and making her way to the door where the awaiting Himeno gleefully adorned herself with a triumphant grin.

"...haaaah~ It's too beautiful out to be cooped up inside all day, don't-cha' think?"

She stretched, pulling the crumpled packet of cigarettes from her coat and lighting one up, taking a long drag before exhaling. Makima swirled the plastic cup Himeno had handed her, the cheapest shot of coffee from the vending machine to fulfill her self imposed obligation.

"Testy today, 'eh?"

She noted Makima's disinterested stance, and as usual, opted to push her luck.

"I'm entertaining your inquiry, not your small talk, Himeno, if you don't have anything else to say, I have work to get back to."

She dumped the muddy brown liquid towards a storm drain and began walking back inside.

"Wait I-"

Himeno grabbed her arm, the look on Makima's face quickly reminding her that was an undue course of action.

"Sorry..."

The redhead turned, wondering for a moment why she was bothering to. As annoyed as she was, animosity seemed fruitless, and continuing to antagonize her was likely to only end up giving Kobeni more grief down the line.

"Hospital said she'd been discharged, I came by her place the other day and she wasn't there, so i figured she might staying with you"

Makima's expression remained stoic, disinterested in answering questions she wasn't asked directly.

"How is she?"

Himeno was use to dancing around the issue, getting what she wanted from implications in matters where being direct might come across as crass. She'd done it enough to where it was harder to stop than to start, something she tried to be conscious of with Makima.

"Recovering"

An unsatisfying reply seeking to discourage further inquiry, but it was more than she'd given up till now.

"Any idea when she'll be coming back to work?"

It was clear enough this wasn't getting her anywhere, and at any rate she was more interested in talking to the girl herself.

"That's up to her."

Himeno popped the cigarette out of her mouth, stopping her drag at Makima's reply.

"What, you're just gonna put her on paid leave 'till she feels like it?"

Her comment was laced with a sarcastic tone, though in truth she had little notion of what else Makima meant.

"If she wants to come back to work after she's recovered is her choice"

Himeno raised an eyebrow, a clearer picture beginning to form in her head.

"You mean she's gonna quit?"

It wasn't an unexpected turn of events in her mind, the turnover at Public Safety was high, those who stayed were usually people with nowhere else to go or nothing left to lose. Makima was a different case seemingly, one Himeno never quite figured out, but she seemed well off enough. If she didn't have to work there anymore, she couldn't think of much reason why Kobeni would want to stay.

"If you're going to make inferences based on my words keep them to yourself, she doesn't need office gossip to worry about on top of everything else"

Kobeni didn't seem sure of her answer when they spoke on the matter, and the last thing Makima wanted was the answer decided for her by a misinterpreted idle conversation.

"I... just wanna know she's gonna be safe"

Himeno's earnestness was grating, and on top of that insulting. Her fears based on mistrust and the consequences of her own actions. Makima knew her demons well, better than anyone, she knew the fear of inadequacy in the face of them, what they could do to her love, and what she was prepared to do to stop them, and the depths of ignorance that Himeno spoke with.

"Your conscience might weigh less heavy on you if you didn't wait until the matter was out of your hands"

A snide remark, less than she wanted to say but as much as she felt was apt without further escalating matters.

"I'll keep her safe, you've got someone else to worry about"

Makima looked back towards the entryway, darting a passing glance back at Himeno. A hint that unfortunately came off more as an accusation.

"And who might th-"

The sound of oversized sneakers stomping their way up the stairs in a flustered huff was her answer.

"Shit..."

Himeno flattened the cigarette butt and ran after her, leaving Makima to finish off her work day in peace.

[cielles-random-vault]

hear me out denji x asexual reader /pos

i feel like the fanfiction fandom really lacks of queer representation esp aromantic/asexual one so i'm here to change that 🤭

it will be a regular trope, in which basically y/n is makima's sister and the two of you met during the trip to enoshima

author's note: i only read around chapter 55 so some things might not be accurate/canon 🗿 there might be some grammar errors since i'm not a native speaker so please bear with me 🩹

(also ngl i'm lazy to write denji's "i can't fall in love with someone else than makima" because i just woke up and bffr he deserves better (by better i mean me obviously) but yea idc i alr specified this wouldn't be canon)

‼ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP ‼

✨enjoy✨

POV: y/n

it was a peaceful afternoon of summer. you were waiting for your sister's call to pick her up at the airport. you remembered the last call she gave you and, even though she didn't show it,you could feel that she was missing you.

before you decided to head to the airport, you decided to buy some groceries, so that you could welcome them well.

you came back home with some yakisoba, some raspberries and some strawberry flavored rice alcohol, as you knew it was makima's all time favourite.

as soon as you started cooking, your phone rang.

-hi, y/n here! you said cheerfully.

-hello, y/n, said calmly makima. are you still OK with picking us up at the airport?

-sure!! you said happily. but what do you mean by "us"-?

-thank you!! she said, interrupting you ,not answering your question.

what did she mean by "us"? you thought as you made your way to your car. wasn't she supposed to come alone?

POV: makima

-makimaaa, denji said with a pout, when's your sister comiiiing ?

-be patient, denji-kun, she's on her way, i said with a smile.

power sighed loudly as a way of saying "why can't she come faster?" ,while angel and aki remained silent.

i headed to the closest shop to get denji,power and angel ice cream.

i swear to god they can be so childhish sometimes i said to myself.

my phone vibrated. it was a text from my sister.

oya big sis, what's up? i'm next to the building b, i'm waiting for you !! hurry bitch i'm not gonna wait forever. c'ya <3

i couldn't help but smile at my phone. even though we didn't meet much due to our jobs,we always loved seeing each other.

-oiii, who's text are you smiling at? both denji and power asked.

-it was y/n, she said she's under the building b. come on kids, let's go!

we all headed to where my sister was, happy as we could be with our almost melting ice creams. y/n also got herself a strawberry one, the kind of ice cream we used to eat when we were children. seeing she remembered this was heartwarming.

POV: y/n

-HEYYYY BIG SIIIISSS HOW ARE YOU??? I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!! you yell as you run to hug her. hold on. who are these people? you didn't tell me you weren't alone.

-the name's denji!! he said cheerfully claimed.

-i'm power! nice to meet ya!!

-my name is aki hayakawa. mice to meet you and thank you for the ride.

-ice cream, said who i assume was the angel devil.

the ride was a little uncomfortable because i wasn't used to talking to people i didn't know. the heavy silence lasted for a while until my favorite song came on the radio. i immediately recognized the first notes of sweet/ i thought you wanted to dance.

-AYO I LOVE THIS SONG yelled denji, TURN THAT SHIT UP

we all swayed to the music on the way home, and it made me feel a little better to see that i wasn't as alone as i thought i was.

as soon as we got home, while i was preparing yakisoba for the rest of the group, makima joined me in the kitchen to ask me:

-i booked four hotel rooms, do you mind having denji staying here?

at first,i wasn't comfortable with sharing my appartment with someone i barely knew, but afterthought i was like "hey why not that's a good way to get to know someone"

OK this is the first part ngl i'm a bit lazy to proofread myself so i apologize for any mistake there can possibly be.

thank you for reading and have a good day !! (∩^o^)⊃━☆

-saetsukko/ @chainsaw-locket-444

[acefaun]

Hi! may I request for a goldfish similar to Kobeni from chainsaw man? 👉👈

The Zodiac Contract

Synopsis: Usually… Demon hunters made contracts with demons in order to fulfill their duties and stay alive. In the course of her life-threatening work MC comes across the aid of the Zodiac gods who lend her their powers in exchange for her cooperation when they need the power of the stars in her eyes.

✨Masterlist✨

Female goldfish! 

A/n: So, during my lovely 9 hour road trip to Branson, Missouri, I watched all 11 episodes of Chainsaw Man(not realizing they had an english dubbed version…). Anywaaaay, at first I thought it was going to be some kind of Demon Slayer or Jujutsu Kaisen but what the heck! I wasn’t ready for all of that chaos. 

Honestly, at first Kobeni annoyed me with how much she was screaming(even though she’s literally me… “We’re gonna die!”), but then she ended up being pretty brave and badass(unlike me). So I think I’m prepared to give you a Kobeni-MC now with a happy ending!

–Word Count: 5,469 –

There were vines growing along the cracks in the walls, some windows appeared to be broken, and I wasn't even going to think about how the entire building looked like it was at just the right angle to collapse at any given moment. It was maybe two in the afternoon which gave me ample daylight hours to check everything out for demon activity.

To start off, this mansion’s sudden existence in the middle of a forest was entirely unprecedented, leaving us to believe there were demons present. It wasn't fair that the other demon hunters were too preoccupied with demon attacks in the city leaving me as the only hunter from Division 4 available to patrol.

What if there was a big, dangerous demon inside? Even worse, there could be an overwhelming number of smaller demons! 

WHAT IF THE MANSION WAS THE DEMON AND I WOULD BE WALKING INTO ITS MOUTH? 

This was it; I was going to die all alone in a spooky mansion. Would they even come look for my remains once I was gone? I knew Denji and Power probably wouldn't care that much over the death of some other human, but I hoped that at least Aki and Himeno would cry over my grave… if I got a grave, that is. 

My hands were shaking unsteadily as I finally reached the front door and gained the courage to walk in. But I had to pause… it surprised me at how beautiful the inside was. Opposed to the outside that was falling apart, the inside was all fine marble. 

I blinked in confusion but I had my katana ready in my hands along with a few daggers on my belt as backup weapons. It didn't matter how nice the building was, there was always a chance of demons.

Besides, Miss Makima said there were weird powers involved with the sudden appearance of this mansion. That could only mean demons were afoot. 

Steeling myself for whatever I might find, I made my way down the impeccable halls. I had to be prepared for the worst and pray that whatever I found would only be the best.

Walking around for an hour with a blade drawn yielded no results. I knew better than to let my guard down, but I couldn't help but lower my weapon to my side as I trailed the untouched building. If it was any consolation to Miss Makima, I didn't sense any demonic presence.

Well, that's what I was certain of until a door opened to my left and I screamed in fright, drawing my weapon in an attack position. In cases like these, I knew it was better to attack first and ask questions later. I swung my weapon, but all I heard was a snap before I was pinned to a wall, unable to move my limbs as my katana clattered to the ground. 

Clamping my eyes shut, I prayed for a quick and merciful death. “I’m going to die, I’m going to die,” those four words were the only thing I could whimper out as tears poured from my eyes. 

“It's you,” a voice said in surprise.

Hesitantly opening my eyes, I stared in shock. “You… You don’t look like a demon…” My eyes shot wide open in terror. “Oh my god. Did I just invade a civilian house and try to kill a- a man?” I paused again, my thoughts jumping to the fact that an invisible force pinned me to the wall. Did this man make a contract with the ghost demon too? “Wait. Are- Are you on assignment to his house as well? Uh… What Division are you from?” 

The man blinked in confusion. “I believe you have me mistaken for someone else. Here,” he grabbed my katana from the floor as he released me from the wall. “I promise you won’t be needing your weapons here. Can I show you something?”

Now I was feeling extremely awkward in this guy's house. He said I was mistaking him for someone else, but was he mistaking me for someone else? “I… Ah… Do you know me?”

“My name is Huedhaut. I suppose I should first ask… what drew you to this mansion?”

I gazed at him warily. I was starting to have suspicions about this guy not being a demon hunter. “Miss Makima personally assigned me here. Which means-”

“That name,” he interrupted, his expression suddenly serious compared to his calm expression just a minute ago. “Where did you hear that name?”

I was very uncomfortable being in his presence—it was as if he were suddenly giving off an aura. “Look, sir, I just work here. There’s clearly been some kind of mistake. I think I should go…” Before things could get too tense or too awkward, I made my escape from the mansion—thankfully without him following or trying to stop me. Clearly there were no demons around and I didn’t want trouble with some rich dude who owned a mansion.

***

Miss Makima stared at me with slightly furrowed eyebrows. “Then… you didn’t complete your mission?”

She didn't look pleased with me, but it wasn't like it was my fault! “Miss Makima, I’m telling you, there were no demons in that house! Some rich guy was there—I think he was a civilian demon hunter who has a contract with the ghost demon. But I didn't see a single vicious being-”

“(Name),” she interrupted, the gentle smile not leaving her face as she spoke softly, “I want you to search every corner of that house.” Holding up a string with a bullet tied to the other end, she looked me in the eye. “This will direct you straight to the demon. It has a piece of the gun demon in it… You’ll be able to find it easily.”

I didn't sense anything particularly big when I was there—not that I could mention that particular talent of mine. But this new information about the gun demon made me wonder if that man was hiding a demon in his home. It wasn’t unheard of, after all, and this was a direct order from Miss Makima… I sighed. “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll try again. Um… What do I do about the civilians in the mansion?”

“Find out whose side they’re on.”

***

The next day, I made my return to the mansion, apprehensive to make my way inside someone’s home without permission. That's why this time it was a stealth mission. My goal was to avoid any inhabitants and go straight for the demon. It was in there somewhere and I was going to find it and bring the piece of the gun demon back to Miss Makima! 

Now… Did I really want to go searching for a demon that consumed a piece of the gun demon? No, not really, but I was going to do my damned best! …or pretend to do my damned best while fearful tears welled up in my eyes.

The worst part was that I was stuck searching in their damned basement! And their basement was just as big and creepy as the entire outside of the mansion! The only good thing was that I finally found the door where my demon was…

But by all means, I didn't want to face a scary, powerful demon by myself. 

I held my katana tightly in one hand as I kicked the locked door open. I was ready for a fight—well, I thought I was. I wasn't ready for a demon to scream the minute the door flew open and come barrelling out at me. This only caused me to scream in turn.

Much to my dismay, it knocked me flat on my back before barrelling for the exit. “Get back here! I have to kill you!” Though I had the thought of letting it run off, I didn’t want it to hurt anyone else—and I knew there were other inhabitants in this mansion. Besides, it seemed more terrified of me than anything else. Weird. Usually demons were only terrified of the unhinged demon hunters… maybe it was this weird house with that weird guy. Was he keeping this demon locked up in here like a prisoner? What a weird dude…

I chased the demon through the scary, dimly lit halls of the basement before finally cornering it. I felt pretty bold… before finding that the cornered demon was growing in size. Alright! It was probably time to kill it before it got any bigger! 

However… rather than getting cut by my katana, it simply absorbed my blade as if it were made of some corrosive acid. “Huh…?” I had to jump back in order to avoid it eating my hands as well. I’d never fought a demon I couldn’t stab to death before! This absolutely wasn’t fair!

To make matters worse, it started growing arms! Absolutely nothing could make this demon worse for me until I found a hand grasping at my leg. I screamed, trying to kick it off, but I only managed to fall onto the ground where the demon had the advantage of being above me. I hated how it was gripping at my face with its filthy demonic hands—I could only wait in fear to feel the corrosive heat eating at my skin.

“I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die!” I was bawling over my soon to be pathetic death at the literal hands of a demon.

“What a beautiful expression… You poor thing.” 

I didn’t know who was teasing me in such a perilous situation, but I found myself saved as a pink shield sliced through the demon, separating us. It might have left me with demon blood on my face and demon organs at my feet, but I was relieved the damn thing stopped touching me. 

I quickly scrambled away, realizing the demon is what was caught in a pink bubble. 

“You…” I stuttered, staring at the man with pink hair. He had a similar uniform to the man I met the other day. “You have demon powers too.”

“How rude…” Partheno pouted as he looked away from me as if genuinely hurt by my words. “You say that so casually as if I didn’t just save your life from a nasty little demon.” It's not as if I was spewing insults just because I could, I was stating genuine observations. He had demon powers!

I tilted my head in confusion. “But you… Those were demon powers… right?” Unless… he was insinuating that he was part demon. I’d seen enough humans who looked human but were not, by all means. Besides, this man had an aura that even I could pick up. Warily, I picked out one of my daggers, pointing it at him. “State your name and affiliation.”

He was surprised by my audacity to aim a weapon at him, frowning in disappointment. “All after I saved your life too. I could have let the thing eat a noisy little human like you. If only you weren’t so cute.”

The fact that he called me a human sent red flags up in my head and I was already on top of him with my dagger… if only he weren’t so fast. He might’ve saved me from one demon, but that had to have only been because he was more intelligent. “Thanks for taking care of that ugly demon… Now I only have you to deal with.” Only… once this one was taken care of, I knew that pink shield would fall and I’d be right back to dealing with that captured one. Fortunately, it looked like it was cowering away in that pink bubble. That would make it easier to deal with. 

Partheno hummed, a small smile etched upon his lips. “I’ll take that as a compliment, considering you don’t find me appalling to look at. Still,” a thoughtful look crossed his features. “Staying near this demon is pretty dangerous for you. I think we should continue this dance after I’ve taken care of it. I’ll be with you in a moment.”

The minute he snapped his fingers, I was transported to a room full of men, but I was frozen in place with my bloodied face and bloodied weapons. Was that another one of his demon powers? What about these men that were just staring at me in surprise? Were they demons too? Or did they just share similar powers as well?

“Hm? (Name)?” 

I turned, my eyes widening. Him again? “Hue… Huedhaut?” Well, at least he was a familiar face.

Leon's lips curled up as he observed me. “You know this goldfish?”

Huedhaut nodded, his eyes glistening in… disappointment? Why was he looking at me like that? “This is the one that came to the mansion the other day in search of demons.” His eyebrows furrowed. “I say you’ve found it…” Pursing his lips, he snapped his fingers, a towel appearing in his hands as he approached me. “That was very dangerous. I should have taken precautions, but I was certain you weren’t going to return.”

This man… had similar powers to the one with pink hair. The tears that were built in my eyes continued to fall steadily as he gently removed my weapons from my hands and wiped my face of blood. He was just cleaning me up to eat me too, wasn’t he? These men all had powerful auras. I didn’t know why I didn’t see it before. Now that it was so blatantly obvious I wasn’t feeling particularly brave against them; I was surrounded.

Rolling his eyes, Leon scoffed. “Why are you bothering cleaning it up?”

“Haven’t you noticed the stars in her eyes?” I blinked in confusion, but froze in fear as Huedhaut leaned closer to my face, using his cool fingers to wipe my tears away. It was almost as if he actually cared as he tenderly assured me, “You’re out of danger now. You don’t have to cry.”

“I…” I faltered. I didn’t have enough weapons to fight all of these demons at once. Maybe I would've stood a better chance with my katana, but that was eaten…

Huedhaut offered me a kind smile. “You must be shaken up by that encounter. Do you need to sit?”

The living room door flinging open didn’t surprise me, but what did surprise me was the voice that rang out, “Oh… You’ve managed to calm her down. Last I saw her, she was trying to kill me.”

“Oh-ho?” Leon smirked. “Not bad for a little demon hunter. She certainly knows what she’s doing.”

Partheno pouted, crossing his arms. “I wish I’d stop getting treated like I’m not a changed man.” Glancing back at me, he smiled pleasantly. “You’re looking more beautiful already without that blood on your face.”

I took in shaky breaths trying to recall what Miss Makima told me to do. My eyes flitted between them and slowly, I asked, “Who are all of you?” I paused. “What are all of you?”

Huedhaut smiled knowingly. “We’re gods.”

***

“Ew, how disgusting…” I couldn’t help but wince at the sight of the ugly little demon. The flames on my katana went out as the biggest threat was gone. Placing the katana back into its sheath, I continued investigating the quiet building.

After I officially met the gods, I decided that their evidence was indeed conclusive enough to prove that they were divine beings, the complete opposite of the demons that I hunted every day. Of course… they only divulged such information to me because I just so happened to be a reborn goddess. 

Fortunately enough, a few of the gods gave me the special privilege of having contracts with them. It was mostly the nicer gods—and those who felt pity for a sad human forced to hunt demons—who agreed to share their power with me. It worked similarly to contracts with demons… only that these gods didn’t ask for horrible things in return. All they wanted in return was my cooperation when they needed the power of the stars in my eyes.

I didn't get a big explanation or anything fancy—Leon was adamant that a human not be involved with godly business. I was only fortunate enough to get a few friendships and a few contracts; I didn't need to be getting too greedy with my divine connections.

But these gods were why I could change the temperature of my katana at will. After losing my weapon to the corrosive demon in the mansion, Krioff gave me a replacement katana so I could channel his powers of fire and ice into it.

They also sort of owed me for my informational value. They didn't understand my explanation of needing the demon in their basement until I showed them the bullet from the gun demon. Realizing that these fragments were what made these demons stronger and more erratic was a big help to them—especially since they just so happened to have been hunting the gun demon as well. 

I wasn't a fan of the missions that I'd been given recently. Even this one, which appeared simple at first with minor demons, was growing more challenging at a quick pace. It didn't take long into my investigation for the lights of the building to be knocked out. The demons were unusual, as of late. It seemed all of my fights were getting unnecessarily harder for my skill set. 

Even with the contracts of gods, I sometimes still had to call upon them for help. It was pretty convenient that my wishes got to them easily, especially when I was having a breakdown and couldn’t lift a weapon to save my life. 

However, the frequency at which this seemed to happen to me was unironically cruel. I was starting to think that bringing Denji along would be a blessing rather than a curse. At this rate, I didn’t care how much blood got splattered all over, as long as I was alive at the end of the day. But… it didn’t seem like I was going to survive today as things seemed to go from worse to worse.

But I was confused. Just as I was hiding under a desk to take a mental break and reassess what I was up against, I heard footsteps. I no longer heard the sludgy sound of a demon chasing after me. It sounded human… but my instincts told me to stay put—and I always followed my instincts. 

I tensed up as the room suddenly fell silent, a short scream leaving my lips as the desk flipped over my head, breaking to bits at its impact against the wall. My watery eyes lifted to find two robed men standing in front of the door, peering down at me with eerie grins. I had never seen them before, but seeing them staring at me with hungry eyes made me feel sick to my stomach. 

They weren’t familiar, and I was sure they definitely weren’t friendly. But who were they and what happened to the demon outside? 

Servillah grumbled, “Looks like we finally caught up with you. These demons are absolutely worthless. They didn’t even put a scratch on you…” He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing on me. 

Crow glanced at Servillah with an uncertain grimace. “Is this the right one? It’s… It’s crying, and no one touched it yet…”

Servillah glanced between me and his dark companion before shrugging. “Well, we better check before we grab the wrong, worthless human.”

Their approach made me panic, throwing up a light pink shield between the three of us and threatening, “I… Leave me alone.”

They paused, their eyes lighting up in recognition as Servillah grinned. “That answers our question…” He pointed his hand toward me, safe in my bubble. “You think your powers can match up to those gods? What a pathetic attempt to keep us back.” His hand exuded a black mist before the surrounding shield shattered into thin air. Suddenly, I felt the pressure of his dark magic; my head was pounding, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. It was as though my head and lungs were being compressed, similar to the crushing feeling that only occurs deep underwater. 

I couldn’t help but whimper, “This isn’t where I want to die. I don’t want to die. I wish I brought Himeno with me… or Aki… Or anyone…” I wished for a lot of things at that moment. I wished this weren’t happening. I wished I weren’t a demon hunter. I wished the gods would save me. 

Lowering his hand, the pressure was finally removed and Crow said, “That’s it. Taking them to the under realm is going to be easy now.”

Under realm? My eyes flitted to them. They were going to take me to hell? Why? Why me? Why today of all days? This was such a horrible month to be a demon hunter. Though… from the sounds of it… they were the reason those demons were coming after me in such large numbers. Rather than doing the hunting… was I being hunted this whole time?

Blinking the tears from my eyes, I pulled my katana out, flames dancing around the blade. “I- I’m not going to die. I’m not…” I hesitated. “I will not surrender!” Wiping the tears from my cheeks with my sleeve, I glared at the two men who were watching me as if they were bored. 

Though, Crow seemed to get a nasty idea as he smiled and suggested playfully, “I guess since those other demons couldn’t land a scratch on you… we could do the honors of putting a human like you in your rightful place.”

Before I knew what was happening, they vanished before me. I glanced around frantically, before forcing myself to settle down. I had to relax and be calm. If they were accepting a fight with me, then I’d just do what I’d been doing to keep myself out of harm's way. Even if I couldn’t land any deadly attacks, the least I could do was anticipate their attacks and avoid them. 

Closing my right eye, I could use Huedhaut’s power to see several seconds into the future. As long as I could see them coming then I’d be okay. 

Only… everything was thrown upside down when a heel pressed into my spine, throwing me into a wall where I stumbled back onto the floor. My eyes were wide as I wiped the blood that dripped from my nose. How come I couldn't see that coming? I should've seen his appearance and been able to dodge him!

I desperately grabbed my katana off the ground, but they ripped it from my palm before I could act with it. Almost immediately after, I felt an impact with my forehead, throwing me back onto the floor where I felt something heavy weighing on top of me. Looking up with wide eyes, it was the demon I had escaped from after giving it quite the bit of nasty wounds.

But now it was on top of me, pinning my arms down—well, it pinned my entire body, to say the least. But it was so heavy I felt like my ribs were going to be crushed at any moment as it grew harder to breathe with it on top of my chest. 

“No…” I whimpered, the tears already falling from my eyes. “No, no, no…” I wheezed, struggling my damndest to get out from under the demon. “This isn’t where I want to die. I don’t want to die.” Were they going to let it kill me? Was this the end? No one was going to save me this time… I was going to be killed by powerful demons…

Just when I thought I was going to die, there was a flash of light and everything fell silent as the weight was lifted off of me. Still, I didn't dare move, praying my thanks to the gods above that I wasn't crushed to death excruciatingly. All I had left to pray for was that those other two demons were gone.

The room was filled with a much more familiar voice. “Tch. Filthy. I got blood on my clothes.” Scorpio vigorously shook a few demon chunks off of his sleeves.

Krioff grumbled in return, “At least that’s all you got blood on. I think I got some in my mouth. Demons taste like shit.”

I stared up at the dark ceiling, weeping silently in relief as I slowly sat up. I was on the verge of dying… No, cancel that. I was on the verge of being kidnapped. Those demons were threatening to take me to hell and I couldn't forget about it. 

Scorpio and Krioff ended up finding me sitting with my knees drawn to my chest as I cried out all of my anxiety, trying to catch my breath.

They were rough gods, but at least they were nice enough to let me calm down on my own. Krioff glanced down at the blade that was strewn onto the ground. “Hey, you using that weapon like I told you?”

Despite shaking on the floor, I gave him a clear “Y- yes, sir!”

“Good,” he quietly commented. If I had the brain capacity to answer him, then he was sure I would be able to understand what they had to say. “We didn't come here to save you from that low-level garbage.” That made sense, they were Punishment gods not Wishes gods. They wouldn't have heard my constant wishes for help. “We were sent here to look for you because you're being hunted by demons.”

“Huh…?” My eyes widened again, staring at the floor in disbelief. “Hunted by… demons? I… Heh. I almost died. This has to be a horrible joke…” I was right… Those two demons were the reason I was being hunted by all these horrible monsters.

Scorpio scoffed. “You’re talking to the wrong gods if you want a damn joke at a time like this.” Still, my distress seemed to register with him, and he said, “You need to return to the mansion with us; you’re in danger.”

I understood that much. I, a demon hunter, was being hunted by demons and the only people who could tell me why were standing right in front of me. “Y- Yeah. Let’s go.” 

I wasn’t sure I was steady enough to be walking around and moving, but they quickly transported me to the mansion’s living room where Karno was surprisingly quick to dote on me. “(Name), you’re covered in blood. Don’t sit down yet. Come here. You’re bleeding.” 

That’s right… Usually when I visited the mansion I was mostly free from any kind of scratches. Yet today, my nose was bleeding, my lip was busted, and I had a cut that trailed from my eyebrow to my hairline. 

As he tended to my injuries, I quietly admitted, “I hate demon hunting…” Karno gazed into my eyes silently as he listened to me. I could only see pity on his face, the same way they all treated me. “I never wanted to do this… I just- I wanted to live in a nice place. I wanted a nice job.” His motions to clean my wounds slowed as he watched my eyes fill with tears that trailed down my cheeks. “I hate killing for a living. I hate it. I hate them. Those- those demons. They shouldn't exist.”

“(Name)-”

“Now I’m being hunted by them~” my voice cracked and just before I could completely breakdown, I was surprised as Karno took me into his arms, holding me against his chest.

No one had… comforted me like this during a panic attack before. It was all part of the job—even if it was counterproductive and demons fed off of my fear and distress. There were plenty of demon hunters just like me—not all of them survived as long either. 

But the way Karno was holding me against his chest, my attention was suddenly hyper focused to his heartbeat. Why was it racing so fast? Did I startle him? Or was he just that worried for me?

Karno started off slowly, “These demons that are after you are not the kind humans should be up against. They're dark gods.”

“I’m being hunted by-”

“Shh,” he hushed me again, his hand resting on my head to keep me still. “You’ll stay here with us until they’re dealt with. If they were to use you to revive the Dark King, then the fight against these smaller demons would be hopeless.”

“But after,” Ichthys added energetically, “Once those dark gods are taken care of, we’re going to join you to hunt the gun demon!” They want to join the demon hunters?! With me? No, no, no! I hoped that this was it for me. I had the slightest hope that I wasn’t going to have to go back in the field after the dark king was taken care of, but they were sending me back? Seeing my dazed expression, Ichthys asked, “Aren’t you excited for us to join you?”

Pushing away from Karno’s chest, I whimpered, “I have to go back and kill demons?”

Zyglavis nodded, his expression telling me the necessity behind it. “There’s more to it than that. We need to be personally involved in the activities of the demon hunters. I assume it would look less suspicious for a small number of us to join with you, a veteran member as our division leader. From what Scorpio gathered, your division is already made up of members who also seek the same demon?”

“N- Not my division,” I quickly stammered out. Well, it was my division, just not under my command. “I’m in Division 4 under Aki Hayakawa.” As much as I didn't want to return, I knew these gods would take care of me just as they were now with the Dark Gods. “Aki would be more than thrilled to have members dedicated to hunting the gun demon. It would be less suspicious.”

Scorpio nodded his head, agreeing with me. “I thought that might be the case. Anyway, we don't know how long this dark god-hunt is going to last. Your excuse is that you're going private for a while. That's how you're gonna convince Hayakawa to take us in when the time comes.”

Leon’s lips curled up in amusement as he commented, “I don't think this hunt will last that long. This goldfish is going to be the perfect bait, after all.”

“B- bait?” I didn't like the sound of that at all. “Excuse…Ahem- Excuse me, can you come up with a different plan?”

Karno scoffed, bringing my attention back to him as he pulled me closer to finish what he was doing earlier. He wiped my face of tears and blood as he reprimanded Leon, “Now's not the time to make her panic again. Why don't you spend your time looking for those two instead of antagonizing her?” 

I nodded silently in agreement, only drawing a chuckle out of Leon. “Our goldfish needs thicker skin before I join that division.”

My train of thought paused, my eyes following Leon out of the room despite how Karno was holding my head still. He said… ‘our goldfish…’ Did that mean they were considering me part of them? I'd been knowing them for a while now and they'd become increasingly friendly… 

I wasn't entirely sure what he meant with his teasing words and egotistical smirk, but I felt safer in their care than anywhere else in the world. 

It wasn't exactly a contract… But for their hard work and protection, I'd do my best to make sure they were accepted on Aki’s team and got all the information they needed to do their jobs.

[cyllres]

Devil | JJK x Makima! Reader

Chapter 15

You walked back inside the building, the flickering candlelight casting elongated shadows that danced across the walls. The room now felt imbued with a heavy, almost oppressive silence. The air seemed thicker, the atmosphere more tense as you stepped forward, the weight of the recent revelations pressing on your mind.

Principal Yaga, still engrossed in his task, didn't immediately acknowledge your presence. His fingers deftly worked the yarn, creating yet another plushie. The rhythmic movement of his hands was almost hypnotic, a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the air.

“It's a pleasure meeting you, Yaga-sensei,” you said, bowing respectfully. The motion was precise, controlled, a practiced gesture that hid the turmoil churning within you.

Yaga finally looked up from his knitting, his gaze settling on you with a mixture of curiosity and scrutiny. His eyes, sharp and discerning, seemed to weigh your words and your demeanor, searching for something beneath the surface.

You straightened up, maintaining a polite smile. “I’m Y/n Itadori. I like dogs.” The words felt almost surreal, a strange echo of normalcy in a moment that was anything but ordinary. Your voice was steady, the tone calm, yet the turmoil beneath your composed exterior was palpable.

“What did you come here for?” Masamichi asked. You stood straight, meeting his gaze.

“Interview,” you answered simply, making Masamichi deadpan for a quick second.

“But why Jujutsu Tech?” He followed up.

“To become a sorcerer,” you answered confidently, making him deadpan even more.

“I mean, beyond that? What do you hope to find once you become a sorcerer?” Masamichi pressed further.

“I'm here to make sure my brother stays safe when he goes to get Sukuna's fingers. Additionally, he is adamant about remaining here because it is risky to allow that curse object to exist,” you explained.

“Why?” He asked again, making you bite your tongue in annoyance, your polite smile wavering for a bit. “Every day, people you'll never meet pass away from illnesses, accidents, crimes, and the normal course of life. But you're telling me that even though it's the result of a curse, you can't ignore it? Much more that the only reason you want to become a sorcerer is because your brother would serve as Sukuna's vessel?” He pressed, and you mentally rolled your eyes.

“I mean, it's my brother... I don't care about the details,” you answered, your voice edged with frustration.

Masamichi only let out a disappointed huff. “So you're saying you fight against curses because your brother is fighting curses too?” He asked, making you nod. “You fail!” Your eyes widened, about to protest, but one of the motionless plushies punched you right in the face, making you lose your balance.

“What the hell are these?” You asked, as you held your cheek, quickly standing up to avoid another punch.

“Cursed corpses. They're dolls infused with my curse energy,” Masamichi explained. You formed your fingers into a gun, quickly pointing it at the approaching cursed corpse.

“Bang,” you spat out, only for it to dodge your attack, leaving a dent in the wall behind it.

“You can't damage the property,” Masamichi informed, making you groan, your polite smile now replaced with an annoyed look. Before you could aim at the cursed corpse again, it quickly punched you right in the gut, making you fall to your knees.

"I'm going to kill this doll," you muttered through gritted teeth, not caring about the interview anymore as the doll mockingly danced in front of you, taunting you.

“A person's true nature reveals itself during a crisis. I'll keep attacking you until I get an acceptable answer,” Masamichi said sternly. “And you can't damage the building with your force manipulation unless you want to fail immediately!”

“Look, my brother is not just someone else!” You stood up, dodging another punch as you aimed your fingers again, clicking your tongue in annoyance at your inability to hit the fast-moving target.

‘If only Pochita were here,’ you thought to yourself as you dodged once again. Anger surged through you as the cursed corpse got too close. You let out a small bang, ripping the cursed corpse in half. Before you could catch your breath, another plushie punched you in the stomach, this time with even more speed and force.

‘Fuck, where is it?’ you thought, your shaky fingers aimlessly pointing at the cursed corpse that continued to toy with you. Before you could react, it delivered another punch, slamming you against the wall, causing you to groan in pain.

“A family member is still someone else,” Masamichi said, cutting into your thoughts. The cursed corpse took this opportunity to mock you further, its movements almost gleeful in their cruelty.

‘Getting fucked up by a plushie is so fucking humiliating,’ you bit your tongue as you aimed your finger at it again.

“A jujutsu sorcerer constantly faces death. And not just their own. Sometimes you must ignore those murdered by a curse to pursue the cursed spirit. Being a sorcerer is an unpleasant job. You have to be a little crazy and highly motivated to handle it. But you want to be a sorcerer because someone else? Don't make me laugh!” Masamichi said angrily. You looked at him with fury burning in your eyes.

“Excuse me—” before you began to curse him he cut you off sharply.

“Are you going to blame your brother when you're killed by a curse, too?” he asked harshly. You clicked your tongue as you stood up, anger fueling you.

“A bit harsh, aren't you?” you spat. Before you could point your finger at the cursed corpse, it quickly punched you again, causing blood to gush from your mouth.

“It's not easy to imagine how you feel on the verge of death. However, I can say one thing for certain. At this rate, you're going, you could end up cursing your brother. Sorcerers never die without regret. I'll ask you one more time. Why did you come here to Jujutsu Tech?”

Before the cursed corpse could land another punch, you unleashed a focused blast of your force manipulation, obliterating it. Taking the opportunity, you turned your aim on the remaining unmoving plushies, destroying them all in a fit of frustration.

“I don't want my brother to die,” you admitted, a hint of vulnerability creeping into your tone despite your best efforts to remain composed. “I am tangled up in a mess where mine and my brother's lives are in danger. What's so wrong with wanting to live with my brother? If I could find a way to escape our death sentence or run away without consequences, I would have dragged him along with me. But there isn't, and you expect me to sit back and accept this fate? I didn't ask for any of this, yet here we are.”

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, the effort to articulate your thoughts becoming more taxing with each word. “I won't stand idly by and watch my brother die. I want to find a way to defeat Sukuna without sacrificing him,” you declared fiercely, your eyes locked onto Masamichi with unwavering determination Your legs weakened as you coughed up more blood, collapsing to the floor. “I don't mind dying, but I don't want to regret letting my brother die without even trying to save him!” you declared, glaring at Masamichi with fierce determination.

“Satoru,” Masamichi said, his voice breaking the heavy silence that followed your outburst. You quickly turned, seeing your brother and teacher standing side by side. They must have entered without you noticing. Yuuji looked at you with concern etched on his face, but Satoru held him back from approaching.

“Show them the dorm. Explain the security and everything else to them too. Both of them passed. Welcome to Jujutsu Tech,” Masamichi declared, a faint smile playing on his lips. You sighed in relief, attempting to stand, but your legs wobbled and gave out beneath you. Yuuji rushed to help, but you pushed his hand away, still simmering with anger from your earlier argument.

“Y/n,” Yuuji spoke, his tone carrying a hint of sternness tempered with concern. “Don't be stubborn,” he urged gently, guiding you upright despite your resistance.

Masamichi's eyes flickered with understanding as he observed the exchange. “Let Ieiri check on her,” he suggested calmly, gesturing towards you. His concern was palpable, a reminder that despite his role as principal, he cared deeply for the well-being of his students

-

The air in Shoko Ieiri's office was cool, almost sterile, filled with the scent of antiseptic and the faint lingering trace of cigarette smoke. The stark lighting cast sharp shadows across the shelves lined with medical kits, vials, and clinical equipment. You glanced around, your eyes drifting over the array of tools and medicines, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and discomfort in this space.

“What’s that?” you asked, your voice breaking the silence as you pointed towards Shoko's hands. She was in the midst of manipulating her cursed energy, the air around her shimmering slightly as she worked.

Shoko looked up, her expression momentarily puzzled. “What’s what?” she replied, following your gaze.

“That,” you repeated, gesturing more clearly to the energy swirling around her hands. Despite your calm and composed demeanor, there was a glint of eagerness in your eyes, a hunger for knowledge and understanding that belied your polite exterior. “Is this your cursed technique? How do you do that?”

Shoko regarded you for a moment, as if weighing the depth of your interest. “It’s the Reversed Cursed Technique,” she explained, her voice measured and instructive. “It involves multiplying two negative sources of Cursed Energy, resulting in a form of energy that creates rather than destroys.”

You nodded thoughtfully, absorbing the information. “Can I try?” you asked, your tone polite but insistent. Shoko’s eyes widened slightly at the audacity of your request.

“I just finished healing you,” Shoko pointed out, her tone tinged with mild disbelief. She had barely turned away when you raised your finger to your head, forming it into the shape of a gun.

“Bang,” you murmured, and a sudden force struck you, enough to make your head jerk back and blood to trickle down your face. Shoko’s calm exterior cracked, worry flashing across her features.

“You’re so reckless,” she scolded, her voice tight with concern. Despite the dizziness from the concussion, you shrugged, offering her a polite smile as if you hadn’t just intentionally harmed yourself.

“Now can you show me how you do it again?” you asked, your tone almost serene. Shoko sighed but relented, activating her Reversed Cursed Technique once more. You watched intently as the white, smoke-like bubble of healing energy enveloped you, the soothing warmth knitting your injuries back together.

Fully healed, you brought your finger to your head again, whispering another “bang.” This time, Shoko didn’t react outwardly, though her eyes never left you.

You took a deep breath, focusing on your cursed energy. Shoko stood back, observing with a mix of caution and curiosity. Shoko knew that for a Grade 4 Sorcerer like you, attempting the Reversed Cursed Technique was difficult— nearly impossible. This technique was exceptionally complex, requiring not just skill but also an intimate understanding of manipulating Cursed Energy. Only a few sorcerers at Jujutsu Tech had mastered it, underscoring its rarity and difficulty. Even Shoko, despite her expertise, found it challenging to perfect and even demonstrate it. But Shoko also believes there's no harm in trying. Blood from the earlier injury dripped onto your shirt, but you ignored it, channeling all your attention into replicating the technique.

For a moment, the air around you shimmered with a faint, white glow. Shoko’s eyes widened in surprise as the bubble of healing energy began to form around you. “You surprised me,” she murmured, her voice almost a whisper. The unexpected praise broke your concentration, and the energy dissipated.

“Ah, I only managed to heal myself a bit,” you admitted, a hint of frustration creeping into your voice. Shoko nodded, stepping forward to activate her Technique again, fully healing you this time.

“You should master this,” she advised, her tone serious. “It’s a useful technique. If you become strong enough, you might be able to heal others.” Her words carried weight, the implication of what you could achieve with enough practice and dedication.

You nodded, absorbing her advice. Hopping off the chair, you bowed politely, muttering a small goodbye as you turned to leave. A smile tugged at your lips, a sense of accomplishment warming you despite the trials of the day.

Outside, Satoru and Yuuji were waiting, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity. Shoko had barred them from entering, insisting on treating you without distractions.

“Let’s go~?” Satoru asked, his usual enthusiasm evident. You nodded, joining them as the three of you began walking towards the dormitory halls.

As you walked away, Shoko watched from the doorway of her office, a rare smile gracing her lips. She lit another cigarette, the ember glowing brightly in the dim light. “Finally, someone to share my workload with,” she mused softly, the thought bringing her a sense of quiet satisfaction.

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Kape?

[rinrinx2]

Hello! I wanted to check if you still accept requests and if you do, I wanted to ask if you can write something about Kishibe from CSM and reader with the reader simping for him but thinking kishibe only has eyes for quanxi but in reality he let go of her a bit after she joined work. She makes nsfw videos and has only fans and he even follows her and confronts her one day at work, leading them to confess to one another. thanks in advance in case you ever write it

"Please say you think of me"

Kishibe x reader

Warnings: Mature themes, Inappropriate language, Adult themes, Semi -Smut, Sex work. Kind of begging Kishibe

Eye closed tightly as your legs remained spread as yours pussy leaked out onto the sheets beneath you.

Biting your lip so hard as you pushed your finger back and forth inside your clenching pussy, as you chased after your orgasm.

Fingers picking up in speed as you imagined them to be someone else's, imagine them to be - Kishibe's.

Picturing your fingers as the handsome man's, the image of him alone pushing you over the edge.

As clear liquid squirted out of you clamping pussy as you came hard.

As your fingers remained stuffing your pussy, with your lips parted gasping for air as you lipgloss shimmered in the camera lights.

The camera that had been filming your every action as you fucked yourself merciless to the thought of - Kishibe.

You quietly made your way through the office, keeping your head down as you sat down at your desk.

Keeping your mind occupied with the thoughts of all the paperwork you would have to do after coming back from your last mission.

So caught up in thoughts you hadn't heard the voice of another.

"(Y/N)" a voice called out to you, snapping you out of your thoughts, as you heard snapped in its direction.

"Morning Makima, sorry I focused on this demon profile from yesterday" you explained, trying to excuse your lack of acknowledging the other woman.

"No worries, I was just going to ask you if you could help Kishibe when you're done. He tends to fall behind on these sort of things"

"Yes of course" you replied, trying to maintain your composure at the name of the man who filled your fantasies night after night.

You watched until the other woman was a good distance from your desk, finally allowing the biggest smile to form on your lips.

You would be able to spend time with Kishibe after so many failed attempts, it would just be you and him in his office as you would help him and if you were lucky maybe he would place his hand on your thigh as you would explain the paper work to him.

The thoughts of spending time motivated you to finish your work early, as to spend as much time with the attractive male with the stitched scar on the side of his face.

Finally having finished your work you stood up from your desk, pulling your skirt down and trying to brush over your clothes in hopes to fix your appearance.

You began walking in the direction on Kishibe's office, taking deep breathes with each step, trying your best to calm your nerves.

You had finally reached his office door. Starring down at the doorknob before giving it a gentle twist but before you could fully open it another individual was already pulling on the other end, doing the same as you to open the door.

Without another thought you let go of the door knob allowing the other individual to leave Kishibe's office.

You watched as the door swung open with none other than the reasons for all your failed attempts of talking to Kishibe as none other than Quan Xi walked out of his office

With the calmest look in her eyes as she existed, barely acknowledging your existence, with her eyes barely moving an inch to see you standing beside the door.

You watched as she walked away confidently from his office not sparring a glance back at you, while you kept your head hung low.

And the thoughts began to resurface, the thoughts that kept you away from Kishibe at every attempt, the thoughts of how he probably liked Quan xi. As you always spotted the two of them together, no matter how much you were told that the two to of them argued and disliked each other by other colleagues, you had a feeling it was just a facade that lovers put on infront of others ... infront of you.

Slowly you made you way inside Kishibe's office, less enthusiastic than before.

"Afternoon (Y/N)" Kishibe said looking at your figure stand at the front of his desk.

"Afternoon Kishibe" you replied keeping your gaze to the ground, as the thoughts of Quan xi filled your heard.

"Had Makima sent you here to help me with my paperwork" Kishibe asked as he looked over to the stack of paper that sat at the corner of his desk and then back to you. He watched as you slightly raised your head in a nodding motion.

"Very well then, let us start"

You and Kishibe spent most of the afternoon going through his paperwork with little conversation in between, mostly just you asking questions about missions so that you could fill the paperwork out, as he would give straightforward replies.

The two of you continued in this manner until all you were done.

"I suppose that is the last of it" Kishibe said as he placed the last page onto a now organized stack of paper.

"Yes, it is" you said with a soft smile, trying your best to hide any feelings of sadness.

"Thank you" he said, as he watched you walk to his door.

Watching as your hips swayed back and forth, as your ass would rise and fall with each step.

"(Y/N)" Kishibe called out just before you exited his office.

"Yes" you said turning back looking at him with a look of curiosity painted on your features at his sudden actions.

Kishibe looked at you for a moment, letting a smirk fall onto his lips as you continued to stare at him in confusion before he finally spoke.

"How long are you going to avoid me"

Your force morphed from confusion to embarrassment at Kishibe's question. You could feel heat rise to your cheeks as your brain scrambled to find an answer.

"I - urhm" you said barely allowing any words to leave your lips.

Kishibe stood up from his desk walking over to you where you stood at his door.

You watched in awe as he came closer and closer till he was mere centimeter from your body, tilting his head down as he began to speak again.

"Is it because of Quan Xi?"

"You know her and I are not anything that you should deem a threat towards yourself" Kishibe said as he lowered his head to speak to you.

Your gaze remained down, as he spoke. You couldn't bare having your eyes looking into his.

Kishibe let out a chuckle at you being unable to even look up at him as he spoke to you.

"I wouldn't expect such a shy girl to have an onlyfans" Kishibe said with a snicker, finally causing your head to snap up, eyes now locked with his.

"Do I finally have your attention now, (Y/N)?" Kishibe asked as he moved a stray hair from your face tucking it behind your ear.

Your mind was racing with thoughts that Kishibe knew about your secret one that you meticulously kept far away from anyone and everyone one at the public safety devil hunters association.

Once again so lost in your thoughts you hadn't even felt the hand of Kishibe move to your lower waist, only when he finally grabbed you closer did you snap out of your thoughts.

"Do you think about me, when you touch yourself?" He asked as you felt his breath fan against your skin. You could feel the heat rising between your legs at the question.

"Hmm (Y/N) do you? Do you think about me while you're knuckles deep inside your pussy?" Kishibe asked as his other hand began to play with the hem of your skirt.

Your eyes quickly looking down, watching as Kishibe began to bunch up the material of your skirt.

Kishibe let out another chuckle, even though he was so close to you you were still unable to answer him, not even letting out a single word.

"I think about you" Kishibe said as his hand now moved under your skirt, hand resting at your upper thigh.

"I think about you while I fist my cock" he said moving his hand further up your thigh, until he placed it onto your clothed cunt causing you to gasp out at his sudden touch.

Kishibe began to massage your clothed cunt, noting how they were already damp and soft moans began to escape your lips.

"I imagine it's your pussy I'm facing into, that it's your pussy that clamping so hard down on me, milking the cum out of me" he said as he continued massaging your pussy.

"Kishibe" you moaned out finally talking again, as you grabbed at his biceps as you steadied yourself while you rode his hand as he played with your pussy.

"Yes (Y/N)" he said looking at you with innocence in his eyes.

Your clit was being rubbed back and forth, causing pleasure to tingle through your body as your pussy clenched down on nothing.

He watched as you road yourself against his hand, feeling the way your panties became damper and damper with each passing second.

"Please tell me you think of you, while you touch yourself. Please (Y/N)" Kishibe begged out as he began to massage your pussy faster, causing the knot in your tummy to get tighter and tighter.

"Say you touch yourself to me so I can fuck you"

"I do" you moaned out, and within the same moment Kishibe picked you up and moved you body against the door.

Quickly he pulled his cock out from his trousers and pulled your panties to the side, pushing into your warm tight cunt.

"Fuck you're pussy so perfect" Kishibe moaned out, as he kept his cock hitled deep inside your pussy.

Kishibe remained still allowing your pussy to suck him in as deep as possible until the feeling became to much and you needed to feel him move inside you, to finally know how his cock would feel like rubbing against the walls of your pussy.

"Kishibe fuck me, please fuck me" you groaned out with need.

Kishibe looked into your eyes as your words settled in his ears, biting his lip as he pulled his cock slightly out only to have it sink deep back inside you.

Kishibe kept this grueling pace of fucking you deep and hard, as the only sounds being heard in his office was that of yours and his moans as wells as the squelching of your pussy as he fucked into you.

"Your cock feels just like I imagined it" you said as you felt your pussy fluttered around his cock, sucking him in deeper with each thrust as your hole dripped down his shaft.

Kishibe felt his cum in his balls travel to his cockhead just aching to shoot into your warm wet pussy.

"Cum on my cock like you do in those videos" Kishibe said feeling as you were clamping down tighter than before.

Your orgasm was approaching fast and from the way Kishibe was fucking into you like an animal in heat you could tell he was close too.

"Please (Y/N) come on my cock. Please I need it. Give it to me please" Kishibe was once again begging out.

And suddenly your pussy spammed around his cock, as clear liquid squireted from your pussy all over his cock dripping down onto the carpeted floor.

The moment Kishibe felt your pussy begin to spasm hot ropes of cum shot out of his slit and painted your walls, over and over as you milked his cock till he was shooting blanks.

Kishibe placed his forehead against yours, as the two of you caught your breath. Carefully he pulled out as he unwrapped your legs from his waist as he slowly brought your body down.

You felt as his hands once again came down to your skirt pulling it down rather than up this time, as a small smile was now on his lips.

You looked at him, hand on the doorknob ready to leave again.

"Don't avoid me (Y/N)" he said causing you to giggle as you left.

Once your were on the other side of the door your slumped your back against it, letting out a sigh as a smile of happiness spread across your face at what had just occurred. You reveled in your happiness until your head a noise coming from the other end of the door.

From the other end of the door that you just been fucked against a once stoic Kishibe was celebrating.

"I can't believe I fucked (Y/N). Mahn I hope she speaks to me" he said, as a quiet laugh left your lips at his words.

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[feminariden]

Finished the volume and arc yesterday and it was pretty good 👍

I have seen a lot of people claiming this is the chapter where it gets "really good" and while I don't see a huge jump in quality tbh it's definitely better than Katana arc at least, Reze is a geniunely a pretty interesting character and memorable female main villain, in a shonen of all thing;, we get some good development on our fave loserboy Denji, along so spicy sideplot for Aki and Angel, along with Makima and Beam slaying fr

Best part had to be the date with Denji and Makima tho, sorry Reze but your insane firework adventures don't compare to makiden crying together

And speaking of that i'm kinda let down by Reze as character, for how hyped she is by the fans i expected her to blown my mind by good writing but once I finished this arc i was just like "eh, that's it? This is the character hundreds of guys hated Asa for months", all in all...... she was kinda of a bitch, her reaction to being rejected by Denji is arguably the biggest crazy yandere incel i have seen in the series until now and didn't really felt bad for her when Makima and Angel found her, and speaking of that is it just me or Makima stopping Reze from pulling her trigger similar to when Reze did that Denji?

Makima def saw that so she's just avanging him in the eviliest way possible, but hey, she is the one who tortured and betrayed an innocent boy who trusted her, so I don't really care either way

She has her motived and sad backstory, which got waaaaaay less explamation than expected but I guess it's not super necessary rn to say what's going on in Russia of all countries, but still i didn't feel that.... emotional about her, i'm more interested in Katana Man and Sawatari comparated to her even if they are way more flat than her

That said, i do like her, her relationship to Denji is pretty good and it'a cool.how the "school" motif pops so often with her from the start right to her death

She poses herself as Denji's "life teacher' but when she dies she admits she never went to school either, i think she wants to be seen as and teach Denji how to be the only master of themself and a free warrior but in reality she is another trapped guinea pig who doesn't know shit about the world just like him; after all, her animal motif are rodents which is something even she is aware when she says she prefers the "country mouse", but in her last moments Makima breaks her bubble and say even the country mouse will get brutally killed by dogs in his "safe" farms, Makima is the top dog but Reze will always remain just a little lab rat, all her attempts to escape her fate and live an happy life will always lead to a brutal karmic death

It's certanly a sad death for her, specially when she was just starting to experience what real freedom tastes like thanks to Denji, I appreciate the parts in the dates where Reze criticized how PS has been treating him, but she almost seem unsure about that, saying she has been thinking really a lot about that, while a normal teen would have jumped to the conclusion that Denji's situation is Fucked Up, she is starting to change and see that her being a living weapon isn't that much better than being a slave, while Denji never does stop to find out if Reze is right or not, he's just happy things are starting to get "better" with his work, cool contrast between our villain protagonist Reze and her unchanging DMPB Denji where they never find a compromise, arguably you could say Reze was the real city mouse trying to live in danger for a chance at freedom while Denji is the country mouse who only wants to stay in his "safe" PS family

And speaking of Dennis

Mh

Uh

This guy got carbonized and still forgives her for every crime she committed and proposed to escape together because "he liked her", I feel like he and a bunch of Reze fans didn't get the memo she is a actually merciless war veteran and not a sexy tehe ^_^ young girlie, but I guess Dennis thinks way too much with his dick and we just have accept that 😑

As for the art and fight themself, this arc was sooooooooooo funny, I don't think CSM really worries about making great fight scenes but Fujimoto KILLED it here, everything was HYPE AS HELL, Aki, Angel and Beam were Epic, and Bomb Girl is soooo badass and scary, but also very funny, her powers are goofy and nosensical like her little headless walk lmao, she can make explode everything she touches including herself to a comic but extremely entertaining degree, she turning her body parts into bombs made of fuses (her clothes are also made of fuses which is neat detail) is such a cool ability too, it feel like Bomb Girl never ran out of surprised and that Fujimoto is expanding his vision for action scenes with campy fantasy elements, def a good ride

All in all, can't wait to buy next volume

Halfway throught Vol 6 now and i'm basically in the heated middle of Bomb Girl's arc, I know more or less where it's going but this arc surprised me enough i want to wait to finish it before disclosing any full opinion on Reze herself in particular, because i gotta say, it's really not what i expected

Reze herself is far less sympathetic than the fans made me believe, and way less competent too, as spy i mean, as warrior/enemy she's freaking OP, but for good reasons, she feels like a stronger Katana Man but without team and complex plan to cover her back, and speaking of that even if her plan to get Denji is just.... eh at least she has the power to fight half of Japan's PS without any problem, and speaking of that, it just came to me how so many devil hunters seems to treat devils like regular criminals and not like the supernatural entity they are, even Reze commented on PS needed permission to shot to a fucking devil! I guess there is some commentary to hunters being either weak or crazy idiots, but it also seem like Aki, Kishibe and Himeno were the only humans with some competence behind them, Kon is catching Ls tho

Denji has been kinda MIA for now and Power has become less relevant than Kobeni (and she was the ONLY to be spared by Reze probably for how pathetic she seemed lmaooo), but now he has woken up he is doing interesting stuff again kinda?

Again, waiting the end of the arc for him too, but I think Reze has taken the part of the (villain) protagonist of this arc but we are seeing it with Denji's eyes

As for the new devil/fiends interoduced, Princi has yet to do anything, Violence has not done a lot too but he's hilarious so I forgive him, Reze complimenting him when his Super Kick failed was oddly nice, Beam is the goat and much smarter than he looks, he knows shit no one else does and I love it, Angel issss ok? Himeno replacement nothing too special about him yet, more competent and hard-working than he gives himself credit for

Aaaaaand that's it for now, let's see how it ends

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

How They Feel Being Loved by You | CSM Edition

 tags: gn!reader, headcanons, tarot, spoilers for makima’s

a/n: a spin on my usual tarot hcs of how it feels being loved by a certain character but rather how they feel being loved by someone else. something light-hearted to cheer up after a recent, unfortunate event. let’s enjoy csm tuesday tomorrow woo!! i don’t apologize for the person i will become when angel is officially in an episode, i am saying that right here and now. (also for the anime onlys, i’m a manga reader so lwk just assume anything with makima unless specified otherwise isn’t anime only-friendly)

denji

knight of cups, the emperor, ten of cups, the hierophant

ever the romantic who doesn’t ask for much, denji is wholly satisfied with your relationship and the love you give him. as far he’s concerned, he’s living on cloud nine. you’re the bonnie to his clyde, the thelma to his louise, you’re partners. he’s spoiled by what you do for him, big and small. you make denji feel safe and secure, he doesn’t need to worry when you’re around and if you’re apart, he knows your relationship is just as strong. what more does he have to ask for? although, if denji was asked, he supposes he does have a small list of things he’d like to ask you for. boobs and ass please going on lots of dates together, steak every morning for breakfast and an unlimited amount of jam and butter.

aki

the lovers, five of swords, the hierophant, king of wands

love was freedom for aki. all these years being pulled by his hate and desire for revenge led him into conflict after conflict with the devil hunters and it wasn’t until experiencing love did he consider following a different path. love for his new family, a new family that includes you. rather than his strength being fueled by hate, aki’s strength is fueled by love and his fear he will lose those that he cares about. he wants you to have a long life even if he knows that you won’t be able to enjoy a long one with each other. he wants to spend as much time as he can with you regardless. he feels your warmth and passion and love for life envelope him completely, that’s the foundation for his actions.

power

the lovers, king of swords, eight of cups, the world

power feels like she is on top of the world when she is with you. she isn’t the brightest tool in the shed, nor is she as brave as she claims to be but you make her feel that way 100%. there are tendencies power will never be able to let go of as the blood fiend. she will always thirst for blood and she will always be fond of the idea of violence and chaos and her general dislike of humans will remain. but if it’s you, humans aren’t all bad. meowy likes you after all and if you have her beloved cat’s approval, power knows in her heart that you’re the one for her. you know what she is and isn’t capable of and you accept power, flaws and all and she accepts you human and all. she’s the ultimate, great and feared power and you are her ultimate lover

angel devil

queen of chalices, the devil, queen of swords, two of pentacles

being loved by you is a sign to angel that it’s finally okay for him to be selfish. he no longer has to put on airs or be fearful of the terrifying beast that keeps him chained to the devil hunters. angel chooses you. you make him feel balanced and like it is okay to release the emotions he keeps quelled inside him; love, happiness, fear and anger. he lets them flow as freely as the newfound selfishness you awakened in him. he can make this work, he can get through any trial his relationship with you may come across. it matters not if he is angel or devil first, angel is first and foremost yours. he will always be cautious of touching too freely, but he welcomes the affection he can receive like its the finest wine

makima

the world, the fool, five of swords, four of wands

your love is a new experience for makima. until you, every relationship she has had was one that was based upon her powers as the control devil and that fact has haunted her for many years. but you came and freed her from those chains, the one person the control devil can have a relationship with where her powers didn’t play a part. for makima, this is as freeing as it as luxurious. everything about your relationship is something new for her and it makes makima feel as if she has everything and is everything. for makima, close isn’t close enough she wishes she could live in your skin. your love the is the blood that flows through her veins, the air she breathes and if she could she’d live in your chest as your heart. for makima, your relationship is a harmonious one. she hopes that through you, she can form more relationships like your own. relationships that are equal. but you will always be her favorite.