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pigeonwhumps · 7 months
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Begging for a quick death AU
Taglist: @annablogsposts @dont-touch-my-soup @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch @thaliaisalesbian
From this. Featuring Phoenix, Kai and Aaron from Immortal Cannon Fodder, and Isabel from Out of the Frying Pan.
Phoenix in this AU only heals fast when they're dead. They don't have the living healing factor.
Taglist peeps, lmk if you don't want to be tagged in new aus. Especially for Immortal Cannon Fodder bc I have like three (at least) in the works for that.
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CWs: immortal whumpee, begging for death, conditioned whumpee, broken neck (both the act of and the immediate aftermath), possibility of stabbing (doesn't happen), mentioned stabbing, whumpee thinks caretaker is going to hurt them, implied terrible (nearly non-existent) medical care, broken wrist, sprained ankle, sadistic whumper, implied/mentioned resurrection, temporary character death, fear of punishment
Phoenix is following Isabel in a fast-paced jog around the compound grounds when their vision blurs and they waver from exhaustion, stumbling off the path. Their foot slips, ankle turning, and they slam hard into the concrete floor, reactions too sluggish to even catch themself. Their brain seems to reverberate around their skull for a minute, vision white, and when they're able to tell which way is up they try to push themself to their feet, ignoring the screaming pain. They only make it to their knees, ankle collapsing when they try to put their weight on it.
That's okay. Isabel wouldn't like it if they were still on their feet after failing so badly anyway.
The weight is agony on their skinned knees but they hold the position, hold their expression, just as they've been taught, as Isabel marches over, face tight.
"What the hell have you you done to yourself now?" she asks, anger and scorn dripping from every word.
"I have a badly sprained ankle and skinned knees, ma'am, and, um, my face–"
"I can see your face. You're pathetic. You can't stand, can you?"
"No, ma'am." They know what's going to happen now. It'll be over a month until they can run and fight again properly, and the leaders can't afford to wait that long. "Please will you kill me quickly, ma'am?"
Isabel pulls out her dagger and examines it, stroking the blade. Phoenix feels a split-second of hope before she shakes her head, stowing the weapon back under her clothes.
"No. No, you don't deserve that, and I have my own training to do. If this doesn't work on a weak, unresisting weapon like you it won't work on proper opponents." She strides behind Phoenix, placing her hands on their shoulders. "Arch your back a little. You'll be unconscious before too long, but I hope you suffer first, as your punishment."
Phoenix obeys, trembling, and Isabel hooks a warm, bare arm tightly around their neck. Isabel's too close, her warm breath on the back of their neck, they can't see what she's doing, they can't move, her arm is too tight and it feels like they can't breathe.
She yanks their head round, pulls it up, drops them. Two heartbeats and it's done.
Somewhere in that, something snapped. Now they really can't breathe.
They gasp for air, still, air they can't take in, their breathing gets faster, they're desperate for air but they can't get any, oh, god, they can't breathe, their vision greys around the edges and everything fades.
They pass out, panicking and defenseless, still unable to breathe.
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"Pass me that book, will you, Phoenix?"
Phoenix is helping Kai clean up the front room, while Aaron works on the infirmary. They've got visitors coming tomorrow, friends of Kai and Aaron's, and Phoenix is just on the edge of panicking about it, but now they have more immediate problems.
Their wrist is broken. It's still throbbing when they move it, it looks a bit off, just enough to only be noticeable to them, but they can't tell anyone or they'll be killed. They've been doing a pretty good job of hiding it, too.
They swallow hard and hold their expression still as they pick up the book with their injured hand. They keep their face still, completely still, still as they were taught, as they pass Kai the book.
Maybe it's a little too still, maybe they're a little too stiff, but whatever it is, Kai catches it and frowns, setting down the book.
"Are you okay?"
Phoenix nods, heart just about ready to explode out of their chest. "I'm fine, sir. I just, um, I was thinking of something." An offence, surely, but less of one than breaking their wrist out of their own stupidity.
"Sit down for a minute." Kai sits down himself and pats the sofa, and Phoenix joins him apprehensively, perching tentatively on the edge. "You're not in trouble. I just don't believe that excuse. Does anything hurt? Physically, emotionally, anything else?"
Phoenix looks away. It always hurts emotionally, Kai's going to kill them. They don't want to tell him the truth, but they know he won't accept nothing for an answer.
"My, um, my wrist is broken."
Kai nods. "Aaron! We need you! And bring the first aid kit!" Phoenix flinches. "Sorry. Will you show me your wrist?"
Phoenix stretches out their arm, biting their lip when he takes it carefully in his hand, examining their slightly swollen wrist.
"Please will you kill me quickly, sir?"
Kai looks up, horror plainly visible. "No. Phoenix, god no, I'm not killing you."
Phoenix frowns. What's he going to do then?
Kai sighs, rubbing their shoulder in a manner they think is meant to be comforting (because, well, it kind of is). "You can drop the sir, too. When did you do this?"
"Two days ago." Kai nods, and they hesitate before saying, "Can I ask a question?"
"Go ahead."
"Why, um, why didn't you believe me? How do you always know?"
Kai strokes Phoenix's hair back gently. "Your face was too still. Too stiff. It's the expression you make when you're desperately trying to hide what you think or feel."
"Oh." They wish they could be more articulate, but they don't know what else to say. No-one's ever cared enough to notice that before – so long as they weren't crying, it was fine.
And it is care, not looking for reasons to punish them, they know that now. It took them a while but they're getting there.
"Yeah."
Aaron enters the room and strides across to Phoenix, kneeling down in front of them. They shift uncomfortably. Nobody should be kneeling to them.
"What's wrong, Phoenix?"
"I've broken my wrist," murmurs Phoenix. "Um, two days ago."
"Right. The swelling should have mostly gone down by now, but I'm going to splint it anyway for a few days before we put a cast on. Does it hurt?"
Phoenix nods, unsure what most of those terms mean but knowing it does hurt, and Aaron rummages in the first aid kit, pulling out a packet of pills and popping a couple out. He hands them to Phoenix along with the glass of squash on the side table.
"Here, take these. They should help."
"Thank you."
Phoenix swallows them gratefully, watching as Aaron rummages in their bag again. They're looking for something else. A splint, maybe? They don't know.
Kai clears his throat, and they snap their gaze to him.
"You were begging for a quick death. Have I done something to make you think I'd kill you?"
Phoenix shrugs. "That's just how it works. If the injury's, um, going to affect my performance for more than, um, a few hours, then I'm killed, and I heal quicker. It's just, um, not always quick unless I deserve it. So I thought you'd kill me."
There's a beat of silence.
"So when I found you bleeding out... that was normal? That's why you were so surprised?"
Phoenix nods. The months since Kai found them bleeding out after being injured in a training mission and helped them, brought them to his and Aaron's base instead of handing them in or ignoring them, have been one surprise after another.
Kai grips their shoulder tightly. Comforting-tight, not painful-tight.
"Never. I'd never, we'd never kill you, Phoenix. That's not how things work around here."
"What happens, then?" asks Phoenix, confused. Why would they not be killed?
"I patch you up," says Aaron, wrapping the split too carefully around their outstretched wrist, "and then we let it heal. Normally. With painkillers. No death involved."
"With painkillers?"
"Yeah. With painkillers. Like the ones I just gave you. We won't leave you in unnecessary pain."
"But–"
"No," says Kai firmly. "You won't learn from it, or whatever the reason you want to stay in pain is. Any pain is unnecessary, and I won't stand for it. Neither will Aaron."
"Oh."
Phoenix frowns. They don't understand why Kai's so insistent on giving them painkillers. But they're not complaining.
For the first time ever, they actually feel safe. The threat of being disposed of when they're no longer useful isn't as ever-present, they're not in pain for the first time they can remember.
And they haven't died once since Kai and Aaron brought them home.
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monochrome-night · 1 day
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Best Bros just hanging out in some festival
(Reblogs are very much appreciated ✨️✨️)
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thecluelessdoctor · 20 days
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i made a new silly to put into my in the makings story with Kai
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His name is Sebastian. Also what is with me and giving men such voluminous hair.
His flamboyant, fruity, and probably a bit of a danger
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Mood
Yes bro has slutty clothes. Appreciate it I don't normally give OCs slutty clothes
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Kai is like "what the fuck"
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galaxicalsart · 7 months
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Random angst based on when Kai had hanahaki disease~
Featured character: Kaiaka “Kai” Himura (he/him)
(Please don’t repost, but do reblog!)
@emmettnet
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ceiwiart2 · 1 month
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Early concepts of Kai:
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Vs. latest concepts:
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I have more to come! 🧡💜
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dreamberry24 · 3 months
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m-0-ths · 1 year
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commission dump ✨
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rimhyokang · 2 years
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Hola. Solo quería dibujar esta escena basada en un fanfic de una increíble autora. Donde Kai y Botan se encuentran por primera vez. Me gusto mucho. Yo se los recomiendo, pero depende si conocen el anime de Yu Yu Hakusho y si les gusta la misma ship que a mi.
Es de Hiei x Botan.  :3 El fanfic se llama Love You More escrito por @mystikoorime. Oh, es un fanfic en inglés. Pero igual uno puede leerlo usando el traductor de paginas. x3 A mi me encanto y yo solo espero que a ustedes también. Aquí el link, espero puedan leerlo. www.fanfiction.net/s/11802295/… Perdónenme pero no soy buena dibujando los fondos y casi no he practicado sobre eso. El escenario de atrás es sencillo. De hecho el dibujo lo hice un poco rápido, por lo que quizás tenga algunos errores. Lo siento.  u.u' Aun así espero les guste este dibujo.  : D Botan pertenece a el creador Yoshihiro Togashi, Yu Yu Hakusho. Kai Oc (hijo de Hiei y Botan) pertenece a @mystikoorime.
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vampcubus · 2 years
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Been working on some things with Talia (my dragon ball oc) and thought I’d share them here 💕
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drppeppr · 2 years
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parsy and still my unnamed kai oc ;-;
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pigeonwhumps · 6 months
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Hospital stay
Immortal Cannon Fodder masterlist
Taglist: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch @whumpinggrounds @painful-pooch
Whumptember day 28: "I never should have let it come this far" | failed hero | hospital stay | begging for help
Set in the future, when Phoenix has been with Kai's team a while. After being kidnapped together and tortured for, Phoenix and Aaron have been rescued, Kai injured while doing so.
Joseph belongs to @i-eat-worlds, from their story Alex and Friends. Please go read it if you haven't yet!
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CWs: immortal whumpee, hero whump, caretaker turned whumpee, trans whumpee, mentions of superpower overuse, mentions of waterboarding and whipping, past torture, medical setting, coma, low self-esteem, self-degradation, wish to have committed self sacrifice, something that could potentially come across as a death wish but isn't, past self sacrifice, emeto, past temporary character death, past whump reveal (I guess? Idk how to label it)
Phoenix blinks back tears as they watch Aaron, still and silent in the medbay bed in front of them. He's lying on his stomach, trailing with monitors and IVs and all manner of medical equipment, swathed in bandages. They should've done better. They should be there instead of Aaron, but their stupid healing factor, their immortality that's been so useful in the past, means that he was the one who almost died.
It's not fair. He could've escaped if it wasn't for them. But they're stupid and they failed, and now people are worried about them, too.
"They're definitely out of the coma?" whispers Phoenix to the nurse currently taking Aaron's vitals.
"Yes. Just asleep now. They're safe, everyone is."
"It's my fault."
"No. No, it's not, kiddo."
"It *is*. They used me to control him, he could've, um, escaped. And to check they were right. If I'd died quicker then he would've been less hurt, I should've, um, I should've–"
"Don't you dare. Don't you dare talk about yourself like that."
Phoenix blinks, then bursts into tears. The nurse is so fierce.
"Why do you care? Aaron's yours, I got him hurt, you should–"
A hand falls onto their shoulder. "Do you think that after what we've seen of you over the past few years, how much you've helped, how much you've hurt, do you honestly think that we wouldn't care for you too?"
Phoenix cries. They watch Aaron's too-still body and they cry. Everyone else shouldn't care. But as they watch the nurse tend to Aaron, they can't bring themself to point it out again.
"You're sure they'll, um, they'll be okay?"
"Yes. He's recovering nicely. They should be awake in about six to twelve hours."
They're still too bandaged, too still, too too too, too little Aaron in there. Phoenix tries to comfort themself with the thought that he'll be awake soon, but it doesn't help much. What if he doesn't want to see them again? It's all their fault. They're a failure of a hero, a useless, stupid–
"Hey. Whatever you're thinking, that's enough. Joseph's sent you another cat meme if you want a distraction. Are you in pain?"
The answer is yes, everywhere still aches and hurts whenever they shift (and when they don't), but they can't say that. They know why the nurse is asking. But they're a waste of resources and they deserve this anyway.
"No, sir."
"Are you saying no because you really aren't in pain or because you don't want painkillers? I have standing orders from Aaron to remind you that, although you can of course refuse medication, it's perfectly fine to take painkillers or anything else and it's not a waste of resources."
"I'm, um, I'm okay without, sir," murmurs Phoenix, unsure whether they want the nurse to call them out on it or not. She sighs knowingly.
"Alright. Let me know if you need any. Do you want to see Joseph's cat meme?"
Phoenix nods. "Please. And, um, can I move over to Kai's bed? It's, um, it's his turn."
"Of course."
The nurse fetches Phoenix's phone and wheels them over to Kai's bed, then adjusts their saline IV.
"We'll start you off trying to drink again soon. No water for a while yet though."
Phoenix nods, feeling a burning shame. There's no physical reason they can't drink, they're fine. But mentally...
Mentally, they've spent too long without Kai or Aaron reassuring them on anything, and they didn't realise just how much they relied on that. They're useless on their own.
They clutch Mr Frosty to their chest, smiling weakly at Joseph's new message and making sure to reply. They barely see it, but they know now that he'll worry if they don't answer for too long.
It's their daily cat photo. They don't know what they ever did to deserve Joseph.
They slide their phone onto their lap and sink their chin down onto Mr Frosty's head, observing Kai. He's unconscious too, but a lot of that's because he overused his powers. The medics weren't worried about his unconsciousness so much as the stab wound.
Kai looks peaceful. Phoenix isn't sure if that's true.
They look between their two best friends and guilt wells up inside them. Guilt, and grief for something unknown, bubbling over like an old stone well, overflowing and unstoppable. They've both been hurt, everyone's been hurt, because of them.
"I wish I'd been tortured instead of Aaron," murmurs Phoenix, stroking Mr Frosty's fur. "He didn't deserve it. But it's partly so I wouldn't have to watch, so maybe that makes me selfish. What do you think, Mr Frosty?"
"Mr Frosty thinks you shouldn't be so hard on yourself," croaks a voice from the closest bed, and Phoenix looks up, heart in their throat, to see Kai squinting at them.
"Kai! You're awake! Oh." They press a small red button on the side of Kai's bed. "The nurse said to call if you woke."
"How long have I been out?" he asks weakly, as Phoenix helps him with a sippy cup of water.
"A few days? Not entirely sure," they reply quietly. "I was unconscious too for some of it."
Kai tries to sit up, a concerned look on his face, but he can't manage it. "Are you okay? I thought you'd be healing faster, what's wrong?"
"Dehydration, mostly. I'm fine." Kai's gaze flickers pointedly to the IV line in their arm and back, and they sigh. Can't Kai ever miss anything? "I'm... struggling to drink, after... well. It's simpler this way." Phoenix hesitates, and then reaches out a hand hopefully, laying it on top of Kai's uninjured one. Kai turns his own over and squeezes it gently.
Kai's hand is rough, and warm, and large, and it fills Phoenix with relief, to be able to hold it again.
"Where's Aaron? How are they holding up? I don't remember that well but I'm pretty sure they were in bad shape."
Phoenix's eyes dart to the next bed, and Kai struggles in another fruitless attempt to sit up.
"He... he, um, he took the last whipping for me. After everything else he took it, I don't know why, I'm, um, I'm immortal, I'd have been fine, but he– anyway, they're, um, they're out of the induced coma now. Asleep. They're healing. I've, um, been switching between you."
Phoenix is dreading the point where they have to find out exactly how bad things are, how much Aaron hates them now, but they know they deserve it.
"Okay. Phoenix? Firstly, being whipped and waterboarded counts as torture, yes, to you too. Stop being mean to yourself."
Phoenix frowns. "How do you, um, know about the waterboarding?"
Kai squeezes their hand. "They sent videos. To anyone who might care that they had you both. Our team, Joseph, Electrocus, Aisling and Gemma... and Aaron's parents and Alicia. Nobody's told you, huh?"
Phoenix shakes their head, but everything's muted, like they're underwater. They're drowning and they have no idea how to come up for air.
They understand why no-one would tell them. Everyone knowing... that's far too much for their mind to hold.
They gasp, trying to grasp onto something, anything, looking for a lifeline their mind can hold. Everyone knowing...
And they don't even know how much.
"My... my parents?"
"No idea. We haven't contacted them, they haven't contacted us. If they know they're not saying. But no-one can share either of your identities further."
Phoenix takes a deep breath, trying to steady themself. This means Aaron doesn't know either.
Of course he doesn't. Of course he wouldn't. He hasn't woken since the rescue.
"Stop, um, stop trying to reassure me when you were stabbed."
"Then stop claiming you weren't tortured."
"Wasn't bad torture."
They were experiments anyway. That doesn't count as torture.
There's footsteps from behind Phoenix and they cower down, throwing their arm above their head even though it'll do no good. He's going to hurt them, he's going to stretch their limits and kill them and hurt Aaron and–
"Easy. It's just me, I'm here to check on Kai, breathe."
Phoenix does so obediently, blood rushing past their ears still but seeing the medbay as if from miles away, someone in a white coat entering their field of vision.
"Hello Kai," the voice says warmly. "You're awake. How are you feeling?"
"Tell Phoenix there's no such thing as "not bad" torture."
"There isn't. But Kai, I asked about *you*."
"Thirsty, tired, sore. Not dying." He coughs. "What happened?"
"Let me check your vitals and monitors." There's a pause. Phoenix puts their head between their knees, trying to remember how to breathe. "You remember the rescue? Well, you got Phoenix and Aaron, but you had a dagger thrown in your back on your way out. You're damned lucky you were in wolf form. The healers patched you up, but you had a way to go on your own."
"And the others?"
"Lian's been in and out of sleep, Morfydd's in a sensory deprivation chamber, and Santhiya's recovering in a power-blocking room. You all overused your powers drastically, but you'll be okay."
The floor is mostly white with splatters of colour, swirling swirling splatter, and Phoenix throws up on the medbay floor.
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little-red-fool · 3 months
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Astarion you’re not the most dangerous thing in this two-man party.
Part 2 (CW: body horror)
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dreamberry23 · 7 months
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I'm back in school, so here's some doodles :)
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galaxicalsart · 4 months
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Presented without comment.
Featured character: Kaiaka “Kai” Himura (he/him)
(Please don’t repost, but do reblog!)
@emmettverse
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rrairey · 2 months
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- synopsis : Instead of cuddling with Ryomen Sukuna, you cuddle with a plushie... -contents: sukuna being jealous of a plushie, denying that he's jealous, you tease him a bit, cuddles, fluff, :D
a/n: the never-ending saga of jjk men being jealous of inanimate objects continues....this is also really self-indulgent whoops
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Sukuna could feel the growing annoyance as he stared down at your sleeping form.
Because for one, you were taking up all the space on the large bed, and two-
you were supposed to be cuddling with him.
Not that damn plushie.
That damn plushie in question was staring directly at Sukuna with its beady eyes, an almost smug look on its face as you calmly continued sleeping, unaware of the feud that was now spewing in between the now rivals.
Which, was really ridiculous considering that the plushie wasn't even alive and that he was the one that gave it to you-
No, he was not jealous of it, why would he be jealous of it?
That was ridiculous, he, the Ryomen Sukuna, the king of the curses, would never be jealous over something as ridiculous as this.
He's a curse, he doesn't sleep, but just because he doesn't sleep, doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy his precious time with you.
And, he might enjoy feeling your warm body entangled with his, with his arms wrapped around you as you peacefully sleep on-
again, he might enjoy it when its time for you to sleep.
and he might love you.
But right now, he was too annoyed to feel that stupid little emotion for you.
"ryo?"
he looked down at you with a scowl, watching as you slowly blinked away from the deep trace of sleep, and you rolled over, accidentally tossing the plushie off the bed.
did sukuna feel a tinge of satisfaction?
no. [yes.]
"move over brat."
raising your head, you sigh and slowly scoot over, your head falling back onto the pillow as you slip into the land between dreams and reality as Sukuna slips in the covers, scowling at the feeling of cotton and silk entrapping his large form, but-
his arms were now enveloped around you.
"you were jealous weren't you?"
"no."
"stop lying ryo, i knew you were standing there watching me for who knows how lon-"
With a frown, Sukuna tugged you so that your back was squarely against his chest as he closed his eyes.
"shut up."
he felt your heart and breaths slow down to a more relaxed pace as he slightly shifted, uncomfortable underneath the blankets, as he didn't like how trapped it made him feel-
but he was with you.
and it was peaceful.
so maybe it was worth wasting his precious time to have his arms wrapped around you, with the only sound being your breaths, with the only thing he needed to worry about was making sure he didn't roll over and crush you with his weight...
so maybe, he might love you.
he might love this time with you, where you were wrapped up, all snug in his arms....
yeah, he should probably get rid of the might.
he loves you.
forever, eternal, for as long as he lives and beyond.
Sukuna sighed as he opened his eyes, knowing that you were asleep.
But he couldn't bring himself to leave.
So instead, he brought his lips to your ear, knowing that you wouldn't hear him, but...
he wanted to tell you.
" i love you. brat."
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dreamberry24 · 3 months
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Last of my 2023 drawings :)
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