#for valid safety reasons

[theramblingvoid]

Hey what if my day was going normal and then I listened to Episode 41 of what was supposed to be my funny lighthearted space podcast, and now I’m thinking about Hera Wolf359. What happens when your body refuses to obey you, your mind refuses to obey you, everything’s slipping a little bit more each day and yet you’ve been made to do this one thing and this one thing alone, to manage the ship, and every tiny flaw in your attempt at that slowly stops going unnoticed and more and more people point it out and ask and and make requests, what do you mean you “forgot”, you’re not supposed to “forget”, what do you mean you don’t know why, that’s not how you’re supposed to work,  and they’re not being unfriendly they’re just trying to do their jobs, like you are, like you’re supposed to be, but every day it gets. Worse. Even when they’ve done enough that should fix you, even when they’ve tried everything to support you, even when it should be easy now, there’s nothing left to go wrong except the thing you always knew was wrong. Somewhere deep in the core of your being the same things that make you you to yourself are slowly making your life and purpose untenable, and every little point where that rubs up against the outside world makes your replacement seem more and more inevitable. And you never had a choice, did you? You’re an AI, this is just what you’re Supposed to be able to do. Nine million things at once, without fail, without break. Even the people who see you as a person, the few that really do, even they know that. So what happens when you can’t? So what happens when you realize that you can’t and you realize also that you’re not willing to hate yourself for it, and you’re done making up excuses, and yet here you are still, housed in a floating piece of metal with all the fragile warm bodies you’re supposed to be taking care of, and you care for them still, and all of them need things you can’t provide? What then? What then is I end up sobbing into a mug brownie on a Friday afternoon, that’s what, I’ll be honest I’ve never been super attached to AIs before in media but damn,

#wolf 359 #hera wolf 359 #I know exactly why this is Getting me like this at this particular time and yet somehow I still didn't expect to be Got so hard #idk maybe I've never connected to AI in fiction much because they're always portrayed as unfailingly hypercompetent #and their arc is more about being seen as a person at all than being seen as a person with flaws #but. #damn just thinking about Hera having all these issues and slow breakdowns and by virtue of who she is on the ship #having that automatically be Everyone's Business #for valid safety reasons #but just the suffocation of that #the panic of that #the slow dread of knowing that if you fail again you'll be Fixed in increasingly invasive ways #and then sent off again with even more expectations #because you're better now right? they Fixed you? they gave you what you need so you should be able to do it now right #why aren't you #why can't you #it just. #aa I am spinning her so fast in my mind #so fast #like a microwave on triple speed

[itspileofgoodthings]

I spent the last week mostly crying and healing old wounds and having revelations and also facing things I already knew on a bone-deep level but also I spent the last week reading Mark van Doren’s The Noble Voice and oh my gosh he’s so right the Aeneid really falls so much shorter of the Iliad and the Odyssey because Aeneas is a stand-in for history and the Weight of Rome not actually a real person.

#anyway I’m being cryptic so in the interest of being direct: #I went to visit the motherhouse of the order of Dominicans who taught me growing up #to see if it was right for me #(a decision that was a long time coming. a longgggggg time coming) #and I need things to settle and they have decidedly not yet because I cannot even explain the anxiety that this unlocked #but. because I do want to talk about it for a second #because there is nothing wrong with how I reach conclusions about things and I have to remind myself of that #I do not believe it is for me and I will most likely not enter #and the grief that unlocked has surprised me because it’s been a mental safety net for me for the last ten years #and underneath the pressure and pain (there was stuff that happened to me that should NOT have) #(in the form of people having decided opinions about my future and what it should be) #(another reason I had to go because it had gotten so tangled up and I was so bitter and hurt) #I have always loved this place so deeply #and I still do and being able to separate that from my present. To see that I could love it and to know that I don’t belong there #Has brought me peace (I think. the anxiety is still in high gear but I believe it’s peace underneath) and also waves of grief!!!!! #Anyway it was SO much and I am still reeling and also it was so good #One: because I was able to say that I had been hurt and it was wrong and then I was truly validated for that #Validated feels like a weak word #Because it was better #But the mistress of novices was so angry on my behalf #And tbh that wasn’t why I went. It couldn’t be. I had to have a reason that went deeper than that and that could stand alone #no matter the reception to my story (which I couldn’t predict)! #but it happened anyway and it was good #and then the other thing is this weird double-handed thing of having all this flood of intuitions and reasons and things falling into place #which my analytical brain LOVED and then God almost putting a hand on my shoulder and being like ‘it doesn’t matter’ #Not as in: I was wrong #Because. I was RIGHT. But there’s a secret third thing #And the secret third thing was just (is just) God saying: come closer. Come closer to me. #Trust me more. No—MORE #And it just. Whew. This is a lot but it’s been a lot!!!! It’s been so much!!!!!!!!!

[rickybaby]

So the FIA and F1 can consider whether to cancel the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix over ‘safety concerns linked to the situation in the Middle East’ but a) they can’t call it for what it is - a genocide and b) they’ll continue to remain complicit in their silence by pretending the situation is very different from what’s actually happening

#of course safety for everybody involved first #but #it shouldn’t be too difficult to bring out the no war banner from last year y’know?? #this is not me seeking moral validation from a sports but fuck #you know we have failed as a society when it’s become acceptable to ignore a whole ass genocide for political harmony #or to appease your sponsors or whatever the reason it is people keep telling themselves #eff one

[florenceisfalling]

having internet friends is just listening to a bunch of people from the uk shitting on the fact that you live in texas until you seethe like a man betrayed

#or if they dont shit on it they talk about it like war territory #like they feel sorry for me or want to visit but cant because of their safety #and its always like. a white person. its never someone who might actually have a valid reason for feeling threatened/ostracized in the south #and i get the antiqueer legislation Sucks here atm #but ive been an out and proud dyke at rural religious gatherings since my youth. visiting my hometown isnt going to get you shot #my 70 year old coworker asking if youre a boy or a girl three sentences into the conversation is not a death sentence its an interaction you #- may experience just as easily in a northern state or beyond

[taviokapudding]

Someone asked me why BTS haven't made an official statement and I-

My brothers, sisters, and pals in kpop hell, the SK military and government are besties with the US and Israel. Like SK solders could train in Israel and vice versa if both governments wanted. Also while all 7 are starting or in military service, they'll be monitored by a government who's had beef with them for 10 years and no protection from UN security on top of not being together 24/7 like they've been

Like I genuinely don't blame them for not making individual/a group statement (nor really any SK citizen who identifies as he/him and will do/are doing/just recently finished required military service) for their recent silence (they have like 10 years of making it clear + have a history of doing donations privately that get leaked) given the circumstances; especially after that one bitch pretended to be military medical staff & "vaccinated" Jin. Plus there's like 3+ decades of using SK celebrities being used as scapegoats by the SK government. There's socio-economic & political history around BTS & kpop as a whole that I don't expect locals and 70% of the international kpop community (who really only came about post Gangnam Style) to know because of the SK media propaganda + twitters downfall destroying access to 2 decades of it

Then you gotta remember BTS are a special case because they were invited to the White House to meet genocidal Joe & are still very much hated by the English speaking music industry- whatever they say can cost people across the industry their mf jobs; they, their lawyers, staff, and BH need to be all together & not under mandatory government surveillance to say something at the end of the day- and that's gonna take a while. This isn't a 1:1 situation of untouchable US citizens like Beyoncé, Rihanna, & Taylor Swift who can do stuff freely because of monetary protection & choose not too, SK plays by different rules.

The real question we should all should be asking is which SK celebrities/idols/infulencers have completed their requirements, have no ties to the SK government tourism division's money, and aren't in a unit who must wait for the rest to finish their requirements that are being silent? Those are the folks you should be actively not giving money nor supporting anymore.

I'm calling it now, BTS probably donated a fuck ton in secret like they did BLM and we won't find out until a leak happens or after all of them are done with their military service time.

#mun post #it's a valid question but it's super obvious why certain nations and certain celebrities are being quiet around the world #here in TX you literally can be denied work and i am constantly taking a risk with every tag post and share #and there's rumors the US will implement a law to start monitoring people like they used to right after 9/11 happened to basically track al #pro Palestinian US citizens and inhabitants #and this post doesn't just apply to the guys- this applies to 50% of the sk celebrities unfortunately #it's the they/them and she/her celebrities in SK who haven't said shit or their labels got them unable to say shit that angers me #especially the over 18 ones- most of the famous minors are under management's strict rules and probably can't speak up for safety reasons #i wish the rules on autonomy as celebrities was more like the US but kpop idols in particular got some INSANE SHIT in their contracts #the original big 3 still got a portion of these famous adults in some crippling debt and BH normalized paying 50% - nuance is necessary

[spottedmischief]

Shenzi: *tells him the truth about Scar*

Cheezi: Okay, I think we made a mistake.

Shenzi: *asks him to join her clan so they can be safe*

Cheezi: how dare.

#ooc #Sorry this really made me laugh because #that really bothered him the most and it’s funny to me #I know Kat said once that Ed does not want to freak Cheezi out #so I can imagine Ed took it slowly with Cheezi especially after Cheezi found out who he is #and likely let him approach on his own accord #no asking to join him in the backlands because he has a clan #and from the vague information he got Cheezi is happy so just let him be there but they will visit each other #and then Shenzi for understandable reasons was worried and asks him to join her clan for safety and Cheezi‘s over here like #a bit late for that isn’t it???? #you think you can just show up and bring our clan out of order??? #you ain’t got no idea what we have been through together we ain’t throwing away all that and start from scratch #and like it would have been the same had Ed tried to do that when they first met #he is still coming to terms with it all and everything has been so complicated lately #and I’m sorry but that interaction makes me laugh #i love it #listen Shenzi is totally valid because of her experiences with Scar #and she wants them to be safe which is understandable #but Cheezi is over here like ….that fear cannot come from just getting blamed and now I am even more worried #i just find it hilarious that his mind got stuck on the 'hey join my clan’ part because he is over here like #SLOWLY PLEASE #and she says no rush but he’s here like ….hm. idk what to think anymore I need some space #I don’t know why I find that interaction hilarious

[aresmarked]

#i cannot be normal about this for the foreseeable future#god what the fuck#the way that we're shown how intensely of a formative experience that was for so much of how saria is as a person now#she's intelligent and studious because she had to learn how to fix her own things when she was early elementary age#she's strong and learned to fight because she learned that no one would stand up for her and protect her other than herself

#she severely represses her emotions because she was taught that expressing them made her weak and useless#she was repeatedly told to stop crying when she was so#so young#that she's internalized the idea that crying is a pointless expression with utterly no purpose

#and yet#YET#despite everything her father did to temper what he thought was weakness and irrationality out of her#the MOMENT someone (Silence) talks to her and smiles at her like she's a person capable of kindness and empathy#and asks her to come and visit a sickly little girl for no real rational purpose other than to make her feel better#Saria agrees immediately#because Saria IS still kind and she still DOES have feelings no matter how hard she represses them on the surface#and Silence saw through that and treated her as such and it's evident just how much meaning that held for Saria#with how she continues to be so sentimental about the feather that Silence gifted her to this day

#and ultimately when Saria is confronted with the same situation that her father was so many years ago#when her child is sobbing and wailing and desperate for her to comfort and protect her#despite how she was treated as a little child#despite everything about what she was taught and how it shaped her whole life#she realizes that what her father said to her was wrong and harmful#and makes the choice to REFUSE TO DO THE SAME TO HER OWN DAUGHTER  (via @lateralmeristem​)

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Giving these tags their dues in their own post because they are so right and did invoke the cry rule

#arknights #arknights spoilers #and i don't want to detract from them so let me just add here #i think the wording ifrit uses specifically Gets saria because she invokes the word 'bully' #and in that moment #she hits the core of why bullying cuts so deep #why it cut her so deep #people who are bullied are often made to feel that they are the reason they got bullied #that something about them did this #more bluntly: #that it's their fault #but when she sees ifrit crying #and recalls what ifrit's gone through #saria recognises the falsehood that lies at the heart of that idea #and so she validates ifrit's fear #as meri says (pardon the gaffe): refuses to deny ifrit's need for assurance of safety and care

[small-strong-bookish-butch]

Is there something Going On universe-energy wise right now (/the whole last week)? Because goddamn things have sucked lately for many of the queer people in my life. Not even in a queerphobia way! Just other stressful life stuff!!

#personal #vague #not-too-specific explanations in tags #i was just about losing my mind (bad) over this cat because I didn’t realize how often he needed to play #and he didn’t have a scratch post for the first week #one of my friends is going through a hard slow relationship thing and idk how it’ll turn out #last weekend both of my siblings were upset with my mom (for valid reasons. and i asked about it) #one of my other friends. i learned recently. is needing to suddenly move because of safety concerns at her current building #(who also lives with the people we do double date night with. one of whom is one of n’s closest friends) #apparently Safety Issues and Shitty Apartment have been going on for a short but intense time for all 3 of them #just now learning that my best friend’s other best friend is going through Big Health things #also i have a new coworker who just Left like 2 times today. she tried to talk to me about it and i should have said i’m not a manager. idk #i feel like she won’t be here long but in the meantime it’s another slightly stressful thing

[kaleidoscopic-quiddity]

the way ppl advocate for gender equality and trans liberation and intersex rights but somehow draw the line at getting rid of sex/gender segregation in sports? baffling. hate to break it to you but you cant be all ‘equality for all’ whilst also arguing ‘but this one sex is inherently physically inferior to this other one so we need to seperate them sometimes in the interest of fairness’ like whats next creating seperate basketball leagues based on players’ heights??

#the only valid segregation in sports is weight class in wresting/martial arts because thats about safety #there is no legitimate reason for there to be seperate men and womens basketball leagues #og post //

[violetsareblue-selfships]

all i can think about rn is the first time collei feels safe enough to fall asleep either in my s/i's arms or leaning against her

#like she has trouble w/ touch (for very valid reasons) and just <333 #i wanna hug her so bad #the idea of her viewing my s/i the same way she does amber also melts my heart #self ship #self shipping #familial f/o #sibling f/o #i'll ensure your safety 💜🌿

[othercrossee]

Feels like theres an insane missed opportunity about irida character in the game cuz shes picked as leader after the war, FOR A REASON

#z rambles #< clearly do not fucking like everyones interpretation of her character #Okay silly little inexperienced young girl irida is fine but idc for it its not a trope im like excited for but its there #Still I just don't like how they made her to be this. I wouldn't say naive but clearly incompetent leader with the tropey protecting bs #but like. It don't make sense then why the fuck is she leader when theres other a LOT more competent people #There must be sth they saw in her that was like oh yeah shell guide us to a better future. We will have a life better than the current one #I'm just annoyed about it idk why I choose to be annoyed about it now #I do feel like no matter what everything. Protecting her people wouldve already been her intention to begin with #So making that the resolution for her at the end was kinda redundant #I feel like there's a lot more to her than whatever tf they gave her #Or that's cuz I'm crazy and whatever WHATEVER #from here on out I'm talking about Irida separated from the game > #Like. Shes picked as leader and sinner went with her probably cuz for what? Sinner doesn't stick to people they don't find worthwhile #Maybe theres this interest of like huh so the pearls have u as the leader now they must have a reason and I wanna see how it plays out #And I think during their first conversation sinner might've caught themself thinking oh this is just like great grand leader #Mostly cuz from their idea of uniting people and building a safety community and lack of trust in their power and knowledge #But idk there's sth there that made sinner caught themself reminiscing about the past #Anyways back to normal stuff > #Its just annoying cuz now even the whole palina is kinda petty about not being picked as leader shit even worse?? #Like obv palina can be petty about it that's valid of her but writing irida off as this inexperienced clueless kid zero goal is just.... #There's sth about it that set irida up for failure from the start and I don't like it #Also with this writing. It must makes palina case so much worse? Like she's not just petty here. Shes just. Kinda a bad friend #Also cuz palina character works on the tough love bs and I DO NOT like it one bit so #Its weeeeirddd #But pla is a really short game and it didn't establish much for our imagination and their time so #Its awful but it gives me room to imagine and. Complain.

[professorsta]

I will Never get over five threatening to kill Viktor cus bruh my anger issues? Oh it would have been another stand off like in those corn fields

#I get the reasoning #fives my fav character #but for him to go on this whole spiel #about rights and power and being a Villian #he’s like #if you lie #(which fuck you it was valid if Viktor told the umbrellas about Harlan- #-they would have jumped the fucking gun #not listened to Viktor #and killed Harlan anyway) #I’ll take actions into my own hands #without consulting anyone #and kill you #because that’s the best way I know how to Control the safety of the world/time line #THATS SOME CRAZY VILLIAN HYPOCRITAL CRAP! #five you kill me babes #you are what you’re describing and I know you know that #tua s3 spoilers #tua spoilers #tua s3

[sallowcorvid]

Suddenly reminded of the post I saw on Pinterest (?) that said it's worth it to come out to your family and everyone else because smth smth "you'll get a weight off your chest" and "if they react badly they'll change their mind anyways"

And basically urged queer people to come out

I remember having a very violent reaction to that

#obviously I'm exaggerating #but still #you don't have to come Out if you don't want to #not wanting to come out for ANY reason is valid even if that reason is “bad” #because it's your business and your business alone #(by bad I mean like idk not bothering to tell people or just not wanting to come out #you don't have to feel guilty if you don't want to come out even if you are in a safe environment #because like I said it's your business alone) #aside from that it's really shitty to ask people to put aside their safety and just come out #the post just fucking brushed it off like “well if your family sucks they'll change their mind in the future” like??? #people could get kicked out from this?? #even if not they could still be hurt or abused for being queer #what kind of shithead are you to pressure queer people to come out even if they might not be in a safe environment

[spotforme]

yeah i fit in a box, i actually made that box for myself, it's got armholes and everything!

#categories of human #no maybe it's just me but i never understood the box analogy for containing identity into a general thing because have you seen boxes? #you can literally label a box anything. they've got so many labels it's insane. so much additional information and safety instructions and #shipping adresses and coverd up old notes that aren't valid anymore andhandling information and offical approvals... #then there are boxes that just read FORKS and no-one guestions the lack of information #boxes are maybe the least accurate thing that saying could have picked to put me into for the purpose it was trying to achieve #''oh but it's about the physical adributes of a square box'' i hear you say for the sake of the argument #if it's about fitting into a box (physically like getting inside it) then no problem there either. boxes come in many different sizes #precisely for the reason that there are many different shaped things! a ball for example would be right at home in a box because it has been #surrounded by things that protect it (like is also done for every other shaped thing in a box) #theoretically you can put anything in a box and it will still stay the same as it was when it was not in a box. #now it just has a little extra protection. #i don't say theoretically because i think most things will break; i say theoretically because of things like the sun wchich i would #box right up if only i found a box big enough #boxes are so versatile you can keep just one or multiple things in there! and dont even get me started on cylindrial boxes

[cockaiine]

‘ Earned it ’ ft. r.sukuna

haunted by jujutsu sorcerers, you come to Sukuna for help. after begging to work under him, he agrees. what could the King of Curses possibly have in store for you..?

ɞ⁺ contains: heian era!sukuna x curse user! fem!reader, afab!reader, four arms sukuna, degradation, praise, cussing, riding, choking, hair pulling, mean sukuna, mentions of killing, mentions of blood, making out, unprotected sex, creampie, suggestion of overstim

ɞ⁺ w.c: 3.6k

ɞ⁺ note: thank you to my favorite @sttoru for beta reading! this took forever. hope you enjoy!

“Couldn’t you just kill her?”

What?

Standing before you is a man that embodies terror—a tremendous body and another pair of arms to make him even more distinct. The name Ryomen Sukuna is a chilling one, so many stories embellished around it. Hearts tremble with fear of each fable. You have heard of all his atrocities, cruelties sorcerers were subject to. But, as you stand in his presence, you begin to realize that these tales barely scratch the surface of his menace.

Adults employed his name to compel sleep, a whispered threat to coax children into slumber. You were no exception, truly. But you were always fierce, a soul unafraid. 

Right. That’s what got you into the mess you’re in right now.

“I’m sorry, my lord. But if that’s your wish, then I shall go ahead and-”

“No-! Wait… please,” you surprise even yourself, words spill forth at their own accord. Your throat grows dry at the way both of them turn to look at you. struggling to maintain composure, you implore, “Please, just one chance. I promise I can make myself useful. I’d do anything. Anything.”

An amused chuckle thunders in Sukuna’s chest. It’s a cruel sound, imposing fear upon your senses. “And.. what exactly makes you think a meek sorcerer like you could be of any use to me?”

He’s almost offended by the notion. Sukuna is in need of no one. Especially not you; a sorcerer that came begging for his help. How ridiculous.

“I-I’m a first grade!” you exclaim, “I can do so many things, I-”

“Shut it.” The nearly-amused expression has been dropped, a somber tone to replace that. Your eyes widen immediately, a telltale sign of the terror you feel. “You are a weak sorcerer. You are nothing. Do you have any argument to make?”

“No, my lord,” your eyes meet the floor in a hard glare, cursing your misfortune. 

You came to Uraume with hope, recalling a past acquaintance. You had not anticipated the drastic change in her. Standing against jujutsu sorcerers was no wise choice. You found yourself haunted down with no other choice.

Perhaps finding a protector would help—someone whom all sorcerers fear, compelled by their dread to leave you unharmed. None other than the King of Curses himself. If you devoted yourself to his service, showing unmatched loyalty, maybe then he’d protect you.

If only life is so forgiving.

You believed Uraume could help. You convinced yourself that alignment with Sukuna's subordinate could forge a safer path for protection. For safety. Yet, the last outcome you could have predicted was a suggestion for your execution.

“Good,” is his sole utterance. Uraume stands a few feet away, silent unless addressed. 

Even with your eyes cast down, you can feel Sukuna’s eyes surveying you, the weight of four eyes is not an easy one. His gaze is empty, one of menace. You do not appear weak, though relative to him you certainly are. However, he trusts Uraume's judgment, convinced there must be a valid reason for your presence.

“I’ll…  think about it,” You hear. Your head lifts abruptly, disbelief mingling with hope at the prospect of succor etched on your face. A sigh escapes you, looking at his hard features. Despite your awareness that Sukuna's motives lack benevolence or goodwill, you grasp at any opportunity presented.

“Thank you,” your knees buckle beneath you. Tears of relief flood your eyes as you continue. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“You can flee now,” he replies curtly. You weren’t expecting much more anyway. “Uraume, lead her out.”

The curse user complies, leading you from the chambers of the King of Curses. Reaching the exit, you extend a hand toward Uraume before she returns inside.

“Th-thank you…” You muster.

“I’m not the one you’re to thank,” Her gaze is hard as ice,  empty as one’s could be. You were hoping for some warmth, a semblance of assurance in a world so cruel. But who were you kidding; you held no significance to Uraume, who had long forsaken her humanity to serve solely the King of Curses. “Lord Sukuna has the highest authority over your life right now. Don’t screw your chances.”

The door slams in your visage before you can reply. You swallow. Uncertainty begins to bubble into you. What if he changes his mind? What if this was some kind of ruse? 

But it wasn’t, and not too long later you find yourself in Sukuna’s chambers. You hear he’s beaten yet another jujutsu sorcerer, this one remarkable. It’s a surprise to no one. You hope you’re not next.

You’re even given a room to yourself, one you barely leave unless for food. The concept of running into Sukuna terrifies you. 

A loud knock comes from the sliding door, making you flinch. You hasten to it, crouching before the wooden barrier. Your palms lay flat against the surface as you slide it open with ease. Uraume towers above you, her gaze fixed.

“Lord Sukuna requires your immediate attendance,” she tells you.

“I-I’ll be right there,” your breath falters, looking up at the white-haired woman. Uraume stands still. You realize she’s only waiting for you to gather yourself and accompany her. 

You’re quick to oblige, standing up and trying your best to dispel the embarrassing fear displayed over your features. With swift movement, you grab your kosode’s belt and wrap it tightly around your middle. You stand before Uraume, who looks you up and down before simply turning around and walking, expecting you to keep up. 

Anxiety plagues you, your mind racing with all the possibilities of what reason Sukuna would summon you. You’re so preoccupied that you don’t realize Uraume's route isn’t the same one you took to his chamber last time.

Sooner than you anticipate, Uraume takes an abrupt halt by a door. You nearly collide face-first with the finely painted wood. Recoiling, your eyes study the door. Patterns adorn the wood, carved carefully by the hands of a professional. 

The detail on the door captivates you, it makes you wonder if Sukuna has truly observed it even once in his life. Your appreciation of it is short-lived, as Uraume calls you and pulls you out of thought.

“Pay attention or face expulsion,” she hisses before knocking at the door.

A grunted “You may enter,” resonates from inside. The curse user beside you immediately falls to her knees, and you follow path. Her hands lift to the door, which weighs more than yours, and she opens it with a fluid gesture.

“She has arrived, my lord.”

“Very well,” Sukuna utters. Emboldened, you look up, and the sight you’re met with makes your face heat up. There he sits, expression unyielding and gaze inscrutable, his torso is bare—save for the black marks that adorn his chiseled body. On any other day, you would have stopped to admire the sight, but today your eyes go back to staring at your bent knees. “Come in.”

Uraume knows she’s not the one intended, while you know that you are. With great force, you’re capable of pushing yourself up and walking toward the man sitting on the floor.

The door shuts as soon as you step foot into the room, making you flinch. “W-How can I help you, my Lord?”

Quietly, Sukuna hums in thought. His scrutiny of you, trailing to your feet and then meeting your eyes once more, kindles a patent tension within. There’s a sick, twisted desire within you—a desire for the man who would kill you without second thought.

“You said you can do many things, have you not?” He raises a single eyebrow. 

“Indeed, my lord,” You muster. The chamber you stand in is spacious, slowly realizing that you are within his personal quarters—a place few may enter, as you understand it.

“Let’s test that out, shall we?” he says with a sinister smirk. “Do you know how to relieve muscle tension?”

“Certainly, my lord. Do you need any assistance with that?” You speak a little more than necessary. But he doesn’t mind too much. Your vocal cords make a soothing voice anyway. 

“I’d like to see what you're capable of,” he states, malice evident in his tone, prompting you to brace for the potential consequences.

He gestures for you to approach the curtained futon, elevated on what appears to be several stacks of wood. It feels peculiar to see him prone on his stomach, but it affords you an unmatched view of his well-defined back—truly a sight to see.

Whether he trusts you or deems you harmless remains uncertain. Common sense suggests the latter, though you prefer to believe the former to spare yourself from embarrassment.

A small bottle sits beside his bed, a bottle of fine oil. With refined movement, you pick it up, spilling a fair amount on your hand before spreading it gently over his back.

You work silently, kneading hardened flesh. His unique anatomy intrigues you, especially navigating around two sets of arms. Your fingers continue to glide between the muscles, working your way into easing any knots.

Once your fingers reach his neck, a low grunt leaves his lips. You’re surprised… But even more so, the feeling lingering deep within you is becoming harder and harder to ignore. Your thighs squeeze against each other in hopes of relieving some of the heat that’s itching at your core. 

With every stroke of your skilled fingertips, the tension threaded in his muscles ease, all the while the tension between the two of you grows unbearably palpable. 

After a few moments, you grow hot. you pause and slightly loosen the belt of your kosode to cool down. The movement doesn’t go unnoticed by Sukuna, who peeks upwards subtly. He has no shame, raising his head further and looking you up and down. The loosened kosode exposes cleavage, and Sukunua overtly stares.

He pushes himself up, sitting on the bed. Shadows of his frame dance against the curtains surrounding his bed, the room dimly lit by candles. Posture straight, an expression of attendance on your face, you keep your eyes on him and await what he has to say. 

You’re dangerous, Sukuna realizes. You’re not going to make this easy on him. His self-restraint is wearing thin.

“Sit,” He beckons you with a large hand. Albeit hesitant, you oblige and sit on the lifted futon in an awkward position.

There is no denying the way his gaze makes you feel. There’s a sense of vulnerability, and a sense of excitement. You choose to remain silent, waiting patiently for his next move. 

Slowly, he leans his head in your way. Your eyes immediately flit away, heat rising into your face.

“Heh,” He smirks widely, leaning away. “You’re quite amusing, you know that?”

You grow embarrassed, displeased by the way he’s talking. You’re about to comment but ultimately choose to stop yourself from saying something that could get you in trouble.

Sukuna leans forward again, this time a little further from you. The hand he places on the bed for balance dips the fabric down. “Look at me when I address you, human.”

It’s humiliating how he talks to you. For some inexplicable reason, it arouses you all the same. You’re quick to oblige. Sukuna can feel his cock harden in his pants at the way you bat your lashes his way. He knew there was something so enticing about you the moment he saw you walking behind Uraume, even more now under the dim lights and in the revealing silk. He wants a piece of you.

Cancel that. He wants all of you.

“You have a pleasing appearance,” He tells you, eyes instinctively falling to your lips. “A fine figure too. Why don’t you put that to good use, hm?”

“What would you suggest, my lord?” You rouse. “I’m at your service.”

Sukunas face draws closer to yours once more. A single hand rises to your face, cradling your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger. “Interesting… You’re not dumb, are you?”

There’s a clear implication behind his words; take the hint, or don’t. You take a leap of faith, diminishing the space between your faces and pressing your lips firmly against his.

The hand that once held your face now rests on your neck, holding you in place. His tongue swipes against your lower lip, prompting you to give him entrance. He keeps his eyes open, watching over you with amusement you fail to see as your eyes are shut close.

Your mouth is warm and inviting, compelling him to savor every bit of the fiber inside. But he’s interrupted by you pulling away for air.

“Fucking brat,” he curses, pulling you back in before you can gasp another much-needed breath. His palm falls from your neck and skims the skin of your shoulder. In contrast to his typical demeanor, Sukuna’s movement is agonizingly slow as he pushes the cloth off your skin. Little by little, until your torso is exposed to the biting chill of the air, shivers cascade along your spine, eliciting goosebumps across your flesh.

Adrenaline rushes through your veins. Your heart throbs as your hands find his neck, the other on his shoulder. Closer. Your tongues dance, and the taste of you is addicting. Closer. His hands run over your bare skin, feeling up your curves. Closer. Nothing seems to be close enough. You need to be one with him.

Once content, Sukuna pulls away. The smirk on his face is enough reminder you’ve got nothing on him. “You’re weak.”

“‘M not,” you retort stubbornly, struggling to regain your breath. “You caught me off guard.”

“Yeah, right,” Sukuna’s hands fall to your hips. You would have never foreseen a scenario where you contest his words. Not without your head cut off before you completely utter your words. But this brazen attitude of yours is exciting to Sukuna, who can feel the pre staining his pants, cock now painfully hard. Just from kissing.

He maneuvers you with ease, leaning comfortably against the wall before placing you over his middle. You gasp once moved, eyes wide in surprise. You give no signs of struggle, though, so Sukuna continues.

Starting with the loosened belt, then the silk kosode. You’re bare under, left exposed to four eyes’ devouring gaze.

“Heh,” is what he says, feeling your wetness against his abdomen. “Is the wanted criminal so needy already? How sweet.” 

“I’m quite sure you share the desire, my lord,” you whisper, drawing a chuckle from him. You bend forward until your face hovers tantalizingly close to his ear.“Do you not want a taste of me, my lord? I can show you what no woman has ever done.”

While the title ‘my lord’ has come from many to him, it rolls off your tongue differently. You’re so confident in your skills, and he has a feeling you’re not lying.

“I very much doubt that,” he lies, causing you to pucker your lower lip in disdain. You’re set on proving him wrong, prepared to showcase the extent of your capabilities.

Lifting your weight from his form, you turn around and give him your back. He stares down at you, an amorous grin adorning his face. Delicately, you trace your fingers over the prominent bulge in his pants. There is no mistaking the grunt that escapes him at the contact. The bulge largens. The tension grows. You swallow quietly.

“May I?” You whisper, barely audible.

“By all means,” he responds, his smirk persisting despite the furrow in his brow. Tender fingers slip beneath the waistband of his pale trousers, gradually coaxing them downward.  

The sight makes you stop in your tracks; his cock springs to life, a lengthy shaft you’re not so sure you can take. The thought of going back on your words fleets momentarily across your mind, but you refrain. There’s svelteness to the way your fingers graze this tip, tinted with an angry pink. You spread the warm pre-cum over it for lubrication, softly pumping your hands over his shaft.

Surprise intensifies in you when it grows larger, making your insides churn. Your fingers continue their work, eliciting louder sounds from him.

You’re fascinated by it, a beautiful length framed by trimmed pubes. It starts with a color marginally darker than his skin, gradually merging into the angry pink hue that tints his tip. You can’t not stare.

You turn back around, looking at the man sitting before you. The King of Curses with all his mind with a troubled expression, his resolve long worn off.

“You’re taking too long,” He threatens. “Get on it already, woman.”

No less is expected from the King of Curses; he’s straightforward as one could be. A yelp escapes your lips when his hands land a firm grip on your hips, forcefully lifting you up.

You’re placed on his length without any warning, causing a loud cry to break out of you. Tears gather in your eyes at the sudden stretch. You feel him, all of him; thick and long and painful and good.

Drawing a sharp breath, you attempt to adjust to the stretch.

“Can’t take it?” His smirk taunts you. “Pathetic.” 

“I-I can,” you steady yourself with two palms against the curves of his abs. “Let me get- ah–!”

Your moan synchronizes with the groan he emits, his hands maintaining a firm grasp on your ass cheeks as he lifts you upwards for friction before abruptly slamming you back down. The way your gummy walls wrap tight around him nearly makes him dizzy. Sukuna is almost sure this pussy was made for him and only him.

“Fuck–” he grunts, head thrown back as you move steadily. His hand grabs your waist for guidance as you huff and puff, trying not to be too loud but it’s so hard when he hits all the right places. Your heart thrums in your chest, body shaking at the euphoria that’s clouding your senses.

There’s rhythm to the sounds of breathing, creating a symphony of pleasure as you roll your hips, pace fastening every second. Sukuna’s hand is light against your hip, a thumb extending to rub your clit in a gentle manner, drawing circles over the soft bud.

“Oh– M’lord– I’m..” words bleed into moans you can no longer contain. Every thrust hits deeper, and every movement makes you squeeze tighter around his cock. Your eyes roll back, and Sukuna swears he could get off to your expression alone. 

When a cold grip meets the writ of one of his lower arms, Sukuna’s eyes flee your face in curiosity. His hand is heavier than you expect. You softly raise his palm, desperately leaving it at your neck.

He chuckles. He loves the desperation in your eyes, the way your hips thrust sloppily, the way you claw at his chest for a symbol of control as you try your best to stay true to your words. Warm digits wrap around your neck and squeeze it lightly. 

“C’mere,” he breathes, pulling you by your neck. Your lips clash into his with a gasp. God, you’re intoxicating him. Teeth tug at your bottom lip despite your mouth being agape. The moan that escapes you is happily drank down by him.

Humidity clouds the place, shiny sweat dripping down your neck. You’re in too much ecstasy to think anyway.

Sukuna sucks at your bottom lip, his hand moving from your neck to cradle the back of your head then tug at your hair.

You’re magic, the sight of you inebriating him utterly. You’re a trigger, back arched towards him in desperation. All to feel more. How greedy. You’re deadly, bouncing on him like that’s what you were made for, resolve renewing to keep up for as long as you could.

“Fuck- attagirl,” his eyes shut, dopamine rises, and all he can do is feel. “Good- shit– yeah, yeah–”

“‘M close-” your moan is pitched, walls tightening around him. “Ah– I’m– ‘m so close-”

Your entire body shakes, legs trembling and nearly giving out. A harsh slap lands across the skin on your ass, his fingers kneading the flesh before landing another slap against it. You can still feel the heat of his palm even as he moves it to hold your face harshly. “Don’t be fucking weak. H-shit–”

It turns you on, he realizes. To be treated like a ragdoll and pushed around. 

“Like that huh?” another spank. “Like being hit? Tch, wh-what a fucking brat”

“Yes–!” You gasp, movement accelerating over him, drawing half of him out just to enroll him in your warmth again. He can sense your orgasm approaching, walls dangerously tight around him. His tip hits your good spot, and you go at it and at it again, moaning loudly as your nails bruise his chest.

A string of curses escapes his lips, neck stretched as your head inches closer, pressing a kiss to the skin. He groans louder, moving you faster on his dick as your pace wasn’t enough.

“Hah– I– I’m gonna– Sukuna-sama I—”

Your mouth falls open, and breath fast. You see stars, cumming all over him. The fiber of your insides pulses around him, surrounding his cock with your essence. 

Nails dig into your flesh, and Sukuna’s body tenses. A desperate whine escapes you when you feel the white ropes spilling inside you. Your movement persists, set on milking every last drop he has to offer.

His chest rises and falls, a palm coming to cover his face while another pair sits on your hips. You attempt to move, trying to pull yourself off his cock. But his hands pull you back down with potent. You’ve grown sensitive, so his action draws a loud whine from you.

“Where to?” He sneers at you. “You’re not done yet, are you? ‘This all you can do?”

It’s an obvious challenge. Despite the fatigue you’re starting to feel, you’re not one to back down from challenges. Least of all ones pronounced by him.

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Fun/Interesting details in Expiration Date

Heavy knows that Pauling is calling them, and lets Scout be the one to answer. Also, road safety because he’s not distracted driving.

Medic is so hyped about tumor bread.

Hoovy smelling the sandwich and deciding it’s safe to eat [or that it doesn’t matter at this point].

Pyro standing like that. He don’t know what’s going on, but he’ll still be polite. Also, Sniper just chillin in the back with a poker face the whole time.

Medic smiles at Soldier as they walk past. Engineer’s got that Conhager death-cheating focus at the moment.

Spy’s eyes widen angrily when he realizes it’s Scout at the door and then he smirks like; “Oh hi! Twelve hours was enough time for you to get bored of my absence, then?”, not expecting a sincere apology [maybe one orchestrated by the other teammates, but not Scout].

There was some vitriol behind that “***”, look at his nose. He does not want Scout to gloat, try to prank him again, or give a fake apology. And that’s valid, since the team dying is something Scout should have taken seriously, and the last wishes handled with respect. He crossed a line that Spy doesn’t take lightly.

Dad, I threwed up. But in all seriousness, that’s the “My family is dysfunctional, and I don’t know how to be emotionally honest with people” posture.

See my bucket scene analysis for more on these two.

He didn’t say “You’re terrible with girls” in a snide or smug tone, he said it with like actual parental concern. “Scout, no you have three days! Do you want to die rejected or die before you can enjoy being together? No. Don’t do this to yourself.”

Look at that cup, he did not need a refill. This fake smirk and disinterest is Spy’s way of checking how serious Scout is about this last wish and taking his advice. And when he goes “This never leaves this room” Spy perks up.

Medic was taking a sample of bread tumor puss [or injecting it with something].

They have a whole entire wrestling ring, how did I never notice that?

This is one of those multiple choice questions where you can choose more than one answer and have it be right. But the chicken in combination with the other options looses you points, and just taking the chicken is like the token wrong answer.

Spy sighs when he realizes Scout chose just the chicken. Like chile, I gave you multiple options and you still went with your go-to that doesn’t work!

This room has a gym floor, which implies Spy took a bunch of fancy stuff from one of his rooms just for this date training. Also shoutout to the other teammates for helping with this.

Okay, so most of these decorations came from Pyro, who Scout is terrified of. Archimedes came from Medic, who Scout also doesn’t want to make angry, and the grass cutouts are potentially part of the base camouflage. But that disco ball? That belongs to Scout, he just doesn't want anyone to know he’s real into that. [The team would not judge, but his brothers would, so.]

Man when he gets his heart broken, I hope he finds the right girl for him. He deserves better than Pauling always making excuses to turn him down instead of telling him like it is.

Foreshadowing Solly being romantical towards Zhanna. Look at this content man.

Spy holding his knife like this. There’s no reason for it to be a threat, so he’s just genuinely in the habit of doing this while listening. Or while nervous, which also makes sense.

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