#he’s here to fucking slay in the zombie apocalypse

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#gosh dang it velvet #brain rot #sweet sweet brain rot #an hour in and I’m not even done yet #the pose took forever ngl #ode catching a free ride #he’s here to fucking slay in the zombie apocalypse #and slay he will #and Junhan is probably 10 seconds away from pushing him off (jk jk) #Kkito is in backpack form #xdinary heroes #xdh #junhan #han hyeongjun #o.de #o.de xdinary heroes #oh seungmin #xdinary heroes fanart

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To the end (Chapter 6)

The end of the world as you knew it began with the virus spreading in your dorm. Six months later, you are once again on the run. By your side is Sukuna, the bad boy of your camp, the most unlikely companion you expected. But maybe this is exactly as it should be because sometimes hope comes in the form of a smug smirk and a tattooed pair of sword-yielding arms.

Masterpost ++ Chapter 1 ++ Chapter 2 ++ Chapter 3 ++ Chapter 4 ++ Chapter 5

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Zombie Apocalypse AU, horror, smut and some fluff Playlist: Zombie Apocalypse Word Count: 7k Warnings: 18+, violence, gore, angst, smut, cumshot, cum-eating, squirting, rough sex, zombies, fighting, knives, blood, mentions of several side characters' deaths, alcohol, suicidal thoughts. This AU is based on The Walking Dead, so imagine a world like this. It's cruel and hopeless at times, but there is also a love story :) All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

You wake up to an empty bed, shivering slightly from the chilly temperatures in the cabin. There's an uneasy feeling in your gut, and after a second, the horrible memories of yesterday slam back into your mind with full force. You look around feverishly. Where is Sukuna? In your hurry to get dressed and look for him, you almost fall over your own feet.

But you find him in front of the hut. He's standing with his back to you, overlooking the forest surrounding the small cabin. The strong muscles on his broad back are tense, just like the rest of his posture.

You approach him slowly while softly calling out his name so as not to startle him, still scared that a wrong move will send him running.

When Sukuna's gaze meets yours, you see a glimpse of the boy who cried himself to sleep in your arms last night, grief-stricken and lost. For a fleeting moment, his eyes look at you almost longingly. As if he wants to be back in your arms.

But the moment is gone quickly, and Sukuna's face turns into an emotionless mask. It makes your step falter for a moment. The memory of his tears on your naked skin is still fresh, as well as the desperate way he fucked you, looking for an outlet, for an escape, that you gladly provided to him.

Part of you hoped he would let his guard down and let you continue to comfort him this morning. But one look at his carefully blank expression tells you that Sukuna isn't ready to be open about his feelings and share his grief and pain with you in broad daylight.

His face is a carefully constructed mask of indifference. He looks as cold and beautiful as a marble statue, almost cruel with the way his lips lift at one corner in a malevolent smirk that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Pack your things, brat. We are leaving. There's no reason to stay here any longer."

Your stomach clenches painfully. You can hear the hopelessness in Sukuna's words. The resignation. There really is nothing here for him anymore. Only pain. You understand why he wants to leave as fast as possible and leave this place that will always remind him of what he lost. You blink the tears away that are gathering in your eyes and tentatively take a step closer, feeling the urge to give Sukuna some kind of comfort at least,

"Sukuna..."

But you don't get any further because he interrupts you, his voice toneless but unrelenting,

"I said pack your things."

You gulp hard and swallow down what you want to say to him. The words of comfort, the reassurance. You can see that he wouldn't take it well at this moment. Nothing is left of the boy who cried in your arms last night. This is a different Sukuna. Cold, hard, ready to slay his way through hordes of zombies and every other enemy he might encounter.

And so you nod and turn around wordlessly to gather your belongings, saying goodbye to your small temporary home of the last few weeks.

Your journey to the other end of the forest is one of strained silence. Sukuna shuts down any of your attempts to talk. The pace he sets is a fast one, making you breathe heavily and effectively shutting you up.

His brother's leather necklace with the golden tiger charm dangles around Sukuna's neck. You see him touching it unconsciously several times, but anytime he realizes what he's doing, he quickly jerks his hand away as if the metal burned him.

Sukuna is tense, mouth set in a grim line, red-rimmed eyes scanning your surroundings with a defeated look in them. He is still functioning, though. A fighter through and through.

His senses are still sharp. He gets in front of you when there's the sound of a twig snapping to your right, automatically putting himself between you and any potential danger, shielding you with his tall body as if it has become a natural instinct to do this.

A small group of zombies breaks through the underwood at that moment, stumbling towards the two of you with their grotesque movements and their disgusting gurgling noises.

You watch in horrid fascination as Sukuna slays his way through them. He is fighting them with a lot more vigor and violence than needed. But he seems to be in a frenzy, driven by grief and rage, as he throws himself into the fight with all his brute strength.

Blood is spraying everywhere as Sukuna's katana hacks down over and over again on the zombies in front of him. He doesn't stop when they are dead but keeps hitting them with his sword, cutting them into little pieces, smashing their heads under his army boots, and scattering their body parts over the forest floor. He is breathing harshly and glaring at the bloody body parts with a feral look on his face, eyes burning with hate.

He isn't just killing them, you think. He is erasing them from this world. The creatures that killed his little brother.

It's a horrible sight. And a heartbreaking one. Tall, muscular Sukuna leaning over the bloody mess on the forest floor, bringing his blood-stained katana down onto the scattered pile of bodies, hacking desperately, his hands gripping his katana so tightly that his knuckles are white.

"Sukuna...please stop."

You have to suppress the bile from rising in your throat as you carefully wade through the slippery mess and reach out to put a hand on Sukuna's back.

His muscles feel taut under your hand, and his shirt is wet from sweat and dark blood. He twitches at your touch but doesn't pull away.

You try again, gently,

"They are already dead...please...stop."

Your hand caresses his back lightly, just a whisper of a touch, scared that you might make him pull away again if you ask too much of him.

But he finally stops and straightens up, katana hanging loosely at his side as he turns to look at you with a face sprinkled with dark blood and tears.

Your eyes widen. You hadn't realized Sukuna was crying during the fight.

Automatically your hand comes up to cup his cheek, not caring about the dirt. You wipe away some of the tears. It's a loving touch, tender and caring, wordlessly letting him know that you are here for him, that you want to ease his pain if he only lets you.

For a moment, Sukuna stands in front of you, just watching you with a blank expression, sword arm held out stiffly, and you hear the awful syrupy sound of the blood and gore dripping down from it. But then you feel him lean into your touch ever so slightly.

Encouraged by this, you give him a shaky smile,

"Let's move on, ok? The sooner we find a good place to stay for the night, the better."

"Yeah, let's look for a place to set up a camp for the night."

He steps away from you, pulling up the front of his shirt to wipe the gore and tears off his face. And you watch the tattoos on his stomach move when his abs flex. It's a hypnotic sight, a little normalcy after this horrible scene you witnessed only minutes ago. When the shirt drops down again, Sukuna looks more put together. Only the understandably haunted look in his eyes remains.

You set up camp for the night at a deer stand. Sukuna orders you to climb up into the wooden stand and get some sleep while he stays up to keep watch.

When you climb down again a few hours later to take over the watch, you get wordlessly pulled into Sukuna's arms. Your surprised gasp gets silenced by his lips which move over yours in a fierce, desperate kiss.

And after that, you speak the language you and Sukuna can speak the best, letting your bodies do all the talking.

From that moment on, it's deep, feverish kisses and low moans. Hands and teeth tearing at each other's clothes until you are a half-undressed tangle on the forest floor, where Sukuna rolls on top of you and takes you with his usual hard and unrelenting thrusts. He cums on your stomach and licks you clean afterward while his long fingers pump into you mercilessly, making you cry out his name as your whole body shakes and you cum all over his hand.

He gets dressed in silence before telling you to be careful during your watch and then presses a surprisingly gentle kiss onto the side of your cheek before his strong fingers let go of your chin, and he climbs up the deer stand to get a few hours of rest too.

You doubt he got any good sleep though, judging by the tired look on his face and the dark circles under his eyes when he climbs down the ladder again at the first light of morning.

After a silent breakfast, the two of you continue your journey.

It's afternoon when Sukuna's left arm darts out in a warning. You stop in your tracks, your heart hammering fearfully in your chest as you strain your ears. And then you hear it too. There are voices. Human voices.

You freeze up completely for a moment. Your last encounter with other survivors wasn't a pleasant one after all. Panic is threatening to engulf you as you remember the two strangers who wanted to steal your supplies.

You still see images of Sukuna's fight to the death with those men when the voices suddenly turn into screams.

Your gaze snaps to Sukuna, eyes wide. He puts a long elegant finger to his lips, motioning for you to stay silent. His other hand wraps tightly around your wrist and pulls you along as he slowly makes his way toward the commotion, carefully making sure not to make any noises.

Soon you spot a clearing just a few meters down the hill. A small camp is set there. Only two tents. The inhabitants of those are currently all standing with their backs to each other, holding up their weapons as they get surrounded by a large group of zombies that constantly closes in on them.

The campers seem to be a family. A middle-aged man and woman, their teenage sons, and an older woman, probably the grandmother.

Your heart jumps to your throat at the sight. You can see that the horde of zombies is too big. That family will not make it out alive. Your hand darts to the long knife in your holster, unsheathing it.

"What are you doing, brat?"

Sukuna's voice is a harsh whisper. You blink at him, eyes wide with fear,

"We're going to help them, right?'

His eyes narrow, and before you can move, he gets in your way, placing his tall, muscular body between you and the clearing.

"No, you're not going down there! Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"But Sukuna! They need our help! We have to do something!"

"No, we don't!"

You feel anger rise in you. Anger at Sukuna for trying to stop you, anger at him for not talking to you all day, anger at yourself for getting angry at him despite his grief, anger at the zombies, anger at that family for not being more watchful and letting themselves get ambushed by a whole horde of walkers, anger at this cruel world that puts you into such situations.

A broken sob escapes your lips as you quickly step to the side, trying to get past Sukuna in your blind urge to do something, to right some of the wrongs in this fucked up world.

But Sukuna is faster than you. His strong arms grab you and stop you from getting any further.

You howl like a wild animal and struggle against his tight grip,

"Let me go!"

But you don't stand a chance against Sukuna, of course. He tightens his hold on you, his muscled arms wrapping around your waist in a death grip before he lifts you off your feet and half drags, half carries you away from the horrible sight of the family fighting against the zombies and screaming for their lives.

Tears are running down your face, blurring your vision. You don't even know when you started crying or why you are in such a desperate state. But somehow, you cannot stand the thought of more useless deaths, more innocent people dying, and more unfairness, just like when Yuuji died.

You keep struggling against Sukuna's hold, frantically kicking at him and clawing at his arms.

"Please, we have to help them! They will die!"

Your desperate cry gets muffled by a firm hand clamping down over your mouth. Sukuna's other arm is still wrapped painfully around your waist while his tall, athletic body presses against your back, holding you tightly to him, effectively restraining you and shutting you up at the same time.

His low voice is an angry whisper right next to your ear. You feel his lips brush wetly over your earlobe as he spats,

"And I don't fucking care what happens to them! All I care about is keeping you alive! Why don't you understand that!? You are the only one that is important to me! I don't give a fuck about anyone else! I won't let you go down there and get yourself killed! I won't lose another person! I lost my brother! I won't lose you too! Get that in your stupid head, you fucking brat!"

You can feel the rise and fall of his broad chest against your back. He's breathing heavily. His mouth lingers on your skin, hot and wet, blowing his warm breath onto your neck.

You draw in a sharp breath that turns into a muffled sob.

Sukuna is scared, you realize. He is scared to lose you like he lost Yuuji.

It's as much of a love confession as you can imagine coming from him at the moment. A desperate plea to stay alive for him because he needs you just like you need him.

And suddenly, the fog seems to lift off your thoughts. Your mind is clear again. You realize how stupid you were. How could you think running blindly into that clearing was a good idea? Sukuna is right. There are too many zombies, and you have no idea how many more will join the ones already down there. Helping that family would most likely just get you killed too.

This time you don't try to resist when Sukuna starts walking again and drags you with him, hastily putting more distance between the fight and the two of you.

You spend the following days in the same routine. During the daytime, you make your way through the forest, mainly walking in silence. And at night, Sukuna and you are fucking on the forest floor, with your nails digging into Sukuna's broad back while his hips snap in feverish moves and his lips leave bruises on your neck. You decorate his tattoed skin with scratches while his tears leave their wet trail on your neck and shoulders.

You know this is probably not how coping should work. But these are dark times, and Sukuna is a special kind of guy. This is the method that seems to work best. It's the only one that seems to give him some comfort. And so you lay with him every night, giving him all the comfort and love you can by meeting his hard deep thrusts eagerly and stroking or sucking his gorgeous cock with sweet abandon until he cries out softly and spills his warm seed into your mouth or on your body.

You think at night, when he is lying in your arms after another round of desperate fucking, Sukuna seems better. His kisses turn softer, and his embrace becomes gentler. You could even call it cuddling, what the two of you are doing for a short while before you have to part again so one can sleep and the other can take watch.

In broad daylight, things are different, though. After his outburst, Sukuna retreated again, marching along wordlessly, eyes fixed on the way ahead, muscles tense, and jaw clenched. You can see the grief he carries with him like a heavy weight dragging him down constantly. You can see it in his posture, in the way every step seems painful for him.

The golden tiger charm on the leather band around Sukuna's neck keeps rhythmically moving with every step. You gulp hard when you see him unconsciously raise a hand again to wrap it around the small charm. This time he doesn't let go of it but holds it tightly.

It's hard to just walk beside Sukuna, unable to do anything. You know how to help him when you lie down with each other. When you can offer your body to him. When you can let your hands and your mouth, and your body give Sukuna the comfort he needs.

But you want to help him here right now too. Not just in the hazy moments at night, when he can hide his expression from you, and you only feel his tears on your skin but don't see them. You want to comfort him in daylight too.

"Sukuna..."

You reach out, gently placing your fingertips on his biceps.

Sukuna shrugs your hand away instantly, taking a step to the side to put some distance between the two of you. Cold, maroon eyes sparkle at you.

"Get away from me, brat."

He sounds hostile, but you can see that longing in his eyes again. His actions and words tell you to leave him alone, but his eyes show how much he needs someone to help him.

And suddenly, you can't take it anymore.

It's too much. Yuuji's death, worrying about Sukuna, the lack of sleep, the constant fear, the zombie attack on that family, and your craving to help Sukuna while he keeps pushing you away.

Suddenly you find yourself snapping at him,

"I won't get away from you! I care about you, Sukuna! And I can see how much you are suffering! Let me be there for you, please! Don't push me away all the time!"

Tears run down your cheeks as you stand there with your fists helplessly balled at your sides, glaring up at Sukuna's much taller figure, shaking from how distraught you are.

Deep down, you know you are selfish for asking this of him, but you can't deal with this anymore. You can't tiptoe around him when you know he needs you. When every night, he cries while fucking you in that desperate and frantic way but still refuses to talk to you about what happened.

Sukuna stares back at you. His maroon eyes are wide and haunted. He blinks several times, and his emotionless mask slips, face contorting in a painful grimace. His lips twitch before he starts speaking, and his low voice is just a broken whisper,

"But can't you see? I don't deserve it."

His words catch you off guard. You blink and stare at him with a puzzled expression.

"What?"

"I don't deserve any of your sympathy, brat. I'm a monster. I bring chaos and death everywhere I go. I even killed my little brother."

Blood is rushing in your ears and pumping much too fast through your veins, threatening to make you black out. What is going on here? Has he lost his mind? He isn't making any sense!

"What are you saying, Sukuna? You didn't kill Yuuji!"

A sad humorless chuckle escapes Sukuna's lips.

"It might as well have been my hand which did it. I swore to protect him. But I failed him. I wasn't by his side when he got into a fight. I wasn't there to keep my little brother safe. It's my fucking fault he died!"

The last part is an angry scream that ends in a wretched-sounding sob. One of Sukuna's large hands comes up to cover his face.

It breaks your heart to see him like this. So broken, stripped of all his arrogance and pride.

You feel unsteady on your feet as you begin to realize what Sukuna has been dealing with in silence all this time. The messed-up version of events he constructed in his grieving mind. The guilt he has been drowning in. Sukuna became an unreliable narrator to himself, twisting the story of his brother's death and turning everything into his fault.

You make a strangled noise as more tears well up in your eyes, and then, without thinking, you close the small distance between the two of you, throwing yourself at Sukuna, reaching out to wrap both arms around his tall figure and hug him. For a second, you fear he will push you away again. But he doesn't move.

"But... that's not how things were. None of it was your fault."

Your voice is a gentle whisper, afraid you will lose him if you speak louder. Every muscle in Sukuna's body is taut as if he is on the verge of running. And his next words make a fearful knot form in your stomach.

Sukuna sounds dead, talking in a gruff, toneless voice while his eyes stare unseeingly at a place behind you.

"It should have been me who died. Yuuji was the good twin. I am the bad one. It's ironic, isn't it? They always try to teach you to do good, but if you do it, you die, while the ones who do bad things stay alive."

"Stop saying stuff like that! You both should have lived! And you were always a good brother to Yuuji! Even now, you want to bring him back to your family grave!"

You look at Sukuna with pleading eyes, desperate to reassure him.

His gaze meets yours and Sukuna laughs softly. But it's a humorless, cruel laughter. There's a shadow ghosting over his face. His eyes hold a deep sadness as he looks at you and shakes his head ever so slightly.

"I changed my mind. What use is it to bury him in my family grave? He is gone. I don't believe in that crap about the afterlife or whatever. Yuuji isn't here anymore. So what good will it do him? That is only something selfish I wanted to do, to fool myself into believing I didn't fail my little brother completely. But I did. I promised Yuuji I would always protect him, but instead, I got him killed. It's my fault. I don't deserve your compassion or your trust."

His words make panic rise in your chest. Sukuna sounds defeated, full of self-hatred and hopelessness. These are the words of a man who can't forgive himself. Someone who has lost his will to live.

Your mind is reeling. What can you tell someone who is down at his worst? You exhale shakily and tilt your head to look into Sukuna's eyes.

"I'm not gonna say things will be ok because I know they won't. You will always miss your brother and regret not being by his side when it happened. But Sukuna, I need you. Maybe this is selfish, but please, I need you here by my side. I won't survive this on my own. So please stay alive for me, ok? I know it's painful and hopeless, and death seems so much easier, but I am not ready to die, and I cannot stand the thought of losing you. So please stay with me, Sukuna."

He huffs, eyes glittering dangerously, and his words come out snide, almost mocking.

"Do you really want a zombie apocalypse partner who gets the people he wants to protect killed? I think you'd be better off with someone else."

His words make the blood rush in your ears. A mix of fear and hot searing anger floods your senses. What does he mean, you'd be better off with someone else? Is that why he is acting this way? He thinks he will get everyone he cares about killed? He thinks he has to protect you from him? Will he just drop you somewhere? Will he just leave you behind in his state of self-hatred?

Suddenly you see red. You bring your hands up and push angrily at Sukuna's firm chest, taking a step back to glare up at him,

"How can you think I would be safer with someone else!? I only trust you! And before you get the stupid idea to drop me at some camp or something, let me tell you that I will not stay with anyone else! You are my zombie apocalypse partner! Only you! And if you leave, I will just follow you! I will follow you until the end of the world, Sukuna!"

You yell the last part, not caring about the zombies you might attract with your noise. Angry tears run down your cheeks, and your body shakes violently.

For a moment, Sukuna stares at you as if he can't believe you are real. Then he crosses his muscular arms in front of his chest and sneers at you.

"This makes you sound just as crazy as I am. I hope you realize that, princess."

In your helpless anger, you laugh, a strange squeaky sound that sounds all wrong and insane, and maybe you are proofing Sukuna's point by acting like a mad woman, but you cannot stop. Your hands ball into fists at your sides as your gaze burns into his, and you yell the next words, so desperate to get your point across,

"I don't care if I am crazy! Everything in this world is crazy! And it scares me out of my mind to imagine being in this madness without you! Don't do that to me, Sukuna! You dragged me away from that fight because you didn't want to lose me! So why the fuck can you even contemplate leaving me behind with someone else? I know your brother is gone, but I am still here, and I need you! You told me it is us from now on! That we are in this together! Don't you dare take that back now! I need you by my side!

Don't give me that crap about needing to protect me from yourself, as if we are in some shitty teen romance movie! It's not true! You are the best thing that has happened to me since this stupid virus outbreak! And I care about you, whether you want that or not! I care about you a lot, you idiot! Do you really think I would let you go and get yourself killed? Do you have any idea how bad I felt when I went back to the hut alone when you asked me to? I will never do something like that again! So stop this idiocy and promise me we are still in this together!"

You glare at him with tears streaming down your face, breathing heavily and almost choking on your tears.

Sukuna watches you curiously, and you can see his adam's apple bob as he gulps hard. Something in his gaze twists, and then he asks in a soft voice,

"Why are you so stubborn, brat?"

"Must have learned it from the best, I guess."

You wipe angrily at the tears streaming down your cheeks while Sukuna's gaze wanders scrutinizingly over you as if you are the most fascinating thing he has ever laid his eyes upon. Finally, his gaze meets yours again, and he nods slowly,

"Ok."

You frown at him, surprised by the sudden softness in his features.

"Ok?"

"Yeah, I'll keep going. For you. I won't leave you, I promise. We're in this together, just like I said."

Relief washes over you, making your legs almost give out. You sway precariously for a split second, but Sukuna's strong arms are there to catch you. They wrap around you and pull you into his firm embrace.

Your sob of relief gets muffled when you nuzzle your face into Sukuna's muscular chest. You hear another strangled sound, not even sure whether it's coming from you or Sukuna.

But it doesn't matter. All that matters is that Sukuna is holding you. That he promised you he will stay alive for you, that he will stay by your side. It's still him and you.

"Thank you, Yuuji, for being so kind and caring. You will be missed a lot."

You smile through your tears as you place the small bouquet of wildflowers you picked on the makeshift tomb you and Sukuna built out of several big stones.

It's been a week since you found Yuuji, and this morning you suggested holding a small burial ceremony to honor him and say your goodbyes since Sukuna is still adamant about not bringing Yuuji's ashes to their family grave. He calls it an unnecessary risk. This is true, but you still tried to encourage him to follow his initial wish. Until last night.

Last night, when your head was resting on Sukuna's naked chest after another round of feverish fucking, he whispered something to you. A confession, a fear.

"Too much can happen on a long journey like that. What if we get into an ambush and have to leave everything behind? I cannot stand the thought of losing Yuuji's remains like that. It would be like failing him all over again. He has to stay here."

And that's why you are burying Yuuji here, where you can say farewell to him under controlled circumstances.

You eye Sukuna carefully as he gets on his knees in front of the tomb. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, brushing away the tears that gathered there before he lowers his head and closes his eyes, lips moving silently.

You know he isn't praying. Sukuna doesn't believe in that. But in his head, he is talking to his little brother. Words that will only be between them. A goodbye, most likely words of love and pleas for forgiveness.

You hardly dare to breathe, scared you will make a noise and disturb this intimate moment between the twins. Yuuji isn't alive anymore, but the bond between the brothers still remains.

After a few minutes, Sukuna lifts his head again, maroon eyes glittering in the last rays of the setting sun.

"Goodbye, you idiot little brother."

He speaks the words with a grin on his face and a hint of his usual teasing humor in his voice. Despite the flippant message, you can hear the affection in his words.

Sukuna gets up and joins you on the fallen log you are perched on, sitting down so close to you that his thigh brushes against yours. He runs a hand through his hair, smoothing the pink strands down while his gaze remains glued to the last resting place of his twin. He snorts softly.

"And that's it... that's a hero's burial. In the middle of nowhere, far away from home, with no one here but his brother who couldn't save him and a girl who didn't even really know him. That's what you get for being a hero."

"I don't think we are the only ones who remember him. I think someone like Yuuji always stays with everyone he ever meets. The things he did weren't in vain, Sukuna. And the ones he saved will always remember him and be grateful for him. He was very selfless."

"Yeah, my stupid selfless brother. He was too good. It's unfair, isn't it? All the heroes die, and this world is left with the scum, with the selfish ones, the ones who only have their own advantage in mind. That's why I'm still alive. The bad ones survive, and the good ones die."

Sukuna's army boot connects with an empty coke can, kicking it into the small campfire you lit to chase away the cold of the night.

Since your argument a few days ago, things have become better. Sukuna isn't as closed off anymore, and some of his guilt seems to have been lifted off his shoulders. But he still has moments like this when the darkness of his thoughts threatens to swallow him again, just like now. But you think you know how to handle him now.

You smile challengingly at him and ask him in a soft voice,

"What about me then? I am still alive too. Does that mean I am a bad person too?"

Sukuna rolls his eyes and makes a dismissive gesture with his hand,

"No, you're still alive because of me."

You chuckle softly and turn to face Sukuna with a raised eyebrow.

"Ah, so you admit that you saved someone too? Maybe Yuuji wasn't the only hero, huh? Sukuna, you aren't a bad person. Don't you see it? You just said it yourself. I owe my life to you. Would someone who only thinks of himself have burdened himself to take me with him? Would a bad person have saved me? You would have been much faster without me, but you chose to help me that night when our camp got overrun. You chose to take me with you even though I was holding you up. To me, you are a hero too. My personal hero."

Sukuna lets out a long breath, shaking his head.

"Yeah, fine, I saved you. But still, I only look after myself and you. Everyone else can die for all I care. Look what I did to that family. How I let them get eaten. And how I killed those two guys who wanted our supplies. And I would do it again without any hesitation."

"And I told you, I understand. You saved us on both occasions. And I am grateful for it. I am grateful for your ability to judge a situation calmly and make the decision that keeps us alive. You aren't a bad person for wanting to put the ones who are important to you first."

"You don't understand. Yuuji was the good one. It should have been me who died."

"Sukuna... I understand that you miss your brother, and I know you feel guilty because you are still alive, and he is not. But it wasn't your fault. It was an accident. Yuuji's death was something that was out of your control. You aren't to blame for it."

You lean against Sukuna's side and rest your head on his broad shoulder, eyes fixed on the dancing flames of the campfire as you continue talking in a gentle voice,

"You are a good guy, too, Sukuna, at least to me. I don't need a knight in shining armor who always does the righteous thing. I am more than happy with the antihero who keeps us alive by putting us first. I know Yuuji was a symbol of hope for a lot of people, including me, back when we were in our old camp. But you have become an even bigger hope for me. My only hope in this world. Maybe you aren't sunshine like your brother was, but you are a fire. A fire that can be raging and dangerous when it burns our enemies. But also comforting, keeping me warm and safe and making me feel like there is still a reason to keep living. That's what you are to me. A reason to wake up again tomorrow. You are my only light in this dark world."

You exhale softly and lift your head to look at Sukuna, feeling almost drunk after letting all that out. Your gaze travels slowly over the filigree tattoos on Sukuna's jaw and follows the black lines upwards to the pair of fake eyes that are inked into his skin before you finally reach his real eyes.

Your gaze meets his, and you find that Sukuna is looking at you with a stunned expression in those pretty eyes. His long eyelashes flutter for a moment, and then he asks in a slightly hoarse voice,

"That's how you see me?"

You nod, smiling at him through the tears in your eyes.

"Yes. And I don't want you to change. You don't have to be this perfectly selfless good guy. You don't have to be the hero who saves everyone. You are my personal hero, Sukuna, and that's more than enough. You save me over and over again, and I like you exactly the way you are. I..."

You stop momentarily, your heart pounding wildly as you look at the boy who has become your whole world. And suddenly, it's so natural to say all those things and bare your whole heart and soul to him. Because, after all, the two of you have already been through more than someone can usually take. So what is there to fear? A love confession is the least scary thing in the current state of the world. And so you let those words spill from your lips that would have made you shy and nervous in your old life.

"I love you, Sukuna. I really love you. It's so different from what I thought love was before this virus. Everything I felt in the past seems so childish, so irrelevant compared to this. I think I never knew what love was supposed to be. But now, with you, I understand it. I watch you kill, and I am not scared but grateful. I watch you fight, and think it's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I see you with blood smeared all over you, screaming and laughing death in the face, and I am so full of love. I love you at your worst and at your best. And I can be my worst version around you too, and I know you won't turn your back on me. I have never trusted someone so much before. And if this isn't real love, then I don't know what is."

Your lips tremble at the last words, overcome with emotion, and you see the utter amazement in Sukuna's beautiful maroon eyes. For a long moment, he just looks at you, apparently too surprised to do anything, but then his lips twitch, and he says softly,

"Princess... come here."

Sukuna's strong arms wrap around you, holding you tightly to his chest. There's a smile in his voice when he tells you,

"I think you're crazy for seeing me that way. Absolutely insane. But it makes me want to be that guy you think I am. So I will try to be him."

It makes you laugh, your lips moving against Sukuna's shirt, chuckling softly as you shake your head,

"You don't have to try, you stubborn idiot. You already are him!"

You feel and hear a low laugh deep in Sukuna's chest.

"Ok, I will accept the compliment, then."

There's a short moment of silence in which Sukuna just holds you. You breathe in his scent, letting it wrap you in its comforting familiarity. Leather and sweat and the unexplainable hint of cherry blossom.

And then Sukuna sighs softly, and his velvety voice is very close to your ear when he speaks again,

"I don't know much about love. I think before all of this, I never felt it for anyone apart from my brother. I hated this world and everyone in it. But now there's you... and I like having you by my side. I want to burn the whole world down, but not while you are still in it. You aren't scared of me or repulsed by the things I do. After everything I've done, you're still here and treat me like I'm worthy of your affection. And that makes me... that makes me feel more human again and less like a monster. You make me want to continue, no matter how fucked up everything is. I want you next to me and under me, and I want to tease you until you roll your eyes and get mad at me because it makes the apocalypse a lot more fun when I can bicker with you. You mean a lot more to me than I ever thought possible. The thought of losing you terrifies me. I would do anything to keep you safe and see another sunrise with you."

You are sniffling against his chest, overcome with emotions, as hot tears run down your cheeks and into Sukuna's shirt. The raw openness in Sukuna's words caught you off guard.

He rests his chin gently on the top of your head and adds softly,

"I think I'm in love with you too, brat."

You stifle a sob when strong fingers cup your chin, and Sukuna tilts your face up, making you look at him.

He looks beautiful, even here in the half shadows. The flames of the campfire flicker enticingly over his tattoos and Sukuna's high cheekbones, accentuating his sharp angles and handsome features. His usually maroon-colored eyes glow red from the fire reflecting in them, like two glittering rubies.

He watches you with those stunning eyes, letting his gaze travel unhurriedly over your face as if taking you in for the first time.

Finally, the left corner of Sukuna's lips lifts ever so slightly in a hint of his usually smug smirk. But tonight, it's not really a smirk. It's more of a soft smile.

"It wasn't just me who saved you. You saved me too, princess."

And then Sukuna's eyes close, and he slowly leans closer to you. The breath you were holding leaves your lips in a soft sigh when Sukuna's lips press against yours in a gentle slow kiss that tastes like tears and hope and love.

Thank you so much for reading! This was a long chapter aaaaah, but I needed Sukuna and Reader to sort things out :) I hope you liked their I love you scene! It made me very emotional! I am so weak for this kind of love, where you love someone with all their darkness, and they do the same when it comes to you. It's what I love the most about writing my version of Sukuna, and I am very happy that I could include it in this AU too. I hope it could touch you too.

Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!

Chapter 7 (last chapter)

#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna fluff #sukuna #jjk x reader #jjk smut #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader

[vox-fantasma]

hi hi! happy new yr .. for the book ask 3, 4, 10, 12 !!

happy new year king! thank you for the ask :)

3. top 5 books of the year

gonna be honest and say that i don’t know when any of the books i read come out, i just read them whenever. so im just gonna take ‘of the year’ and just assume it means ‘read this year’

- severance by ling ma. it’s that post that correctly said zombies should have more resemblance to the people they used to be, but taken as a premise. local woman works her corporate soul-sucking job all through the apocalypse. what do you do when the whole world turns into remnants of themselves and your life stays the exactly the same? what does that say about you? great fucking stuff, 10/10, read it in a day and spent the week in a daze.

- the golden compass by philip pullman. this was a re-read but it’s so good i had to put in on here. it’s pretty rare that the first book in a series ends up being the best one (not to say that the second and third are bad by any means), but this dude is just so good at writing willful little feral twelve year old girls who just want to eat hot chip and lie. lyra silvertongue my beloved.

- lincoln in the bardo by george saunders. not gonna say anything much about this one because the best way to read it is to go what the fuck is going on??? every three sentences. made me care a bit more about life.

- portrait with keys by ivan vladislavić. this one is a bit of a niche pull, but it’s a series of loosely connected vignettes of an author and his life in johannesburg. it’s so technically perfect and lyrically beautiful that sometimes i read a little snippet and i have to put the book down and say wow that is so technically perfect and lyrically beautiful. this guy loves his city so much.

- and soon i heard a roaring wind by bill streever. nonfiction about the history of wind and weather forecasting. sounds boring, you say? well what if i said it’s really well-researched and gracefully presented. and also intercut with his experience of buying a half-a-century old sailboat to go out to deep sea with only his wife and a few weeks of sailing school for company. to learn about wind. he’s nuts, he’s good at writing, and i love this book.

4. did you discover any new authors you love this year?

george saunders has a couple of short stories online that i really like, and while i knew vaguely of him i hadn’t read anything of his until lincoln in the bardo. will definitely be checking more of his stuff out

10. favourite new release of the year?

well in 2023 i read the brothers karamazov which is written by this great guy fydor dostoyevsky, who is totally slay and remains eternally relevant to modern society.

yeah i checked through my storygraph and i didn’t read any books released on the same year. sorry

12. any books that disappointed you?

i don't usually start reading books with a lot of expectation, so none of them really disappointed me that much. i will say that i read middlegame by seanan mcguire on a 17-hour flight, and while it the writing was pretty good, i didn't think it really led to anywhere? there wasn't so much a climax, just a constant teasing of something that never actually got explained or resolved in the end. i know its a series, but like. at least give me something. i liked the little chapter inserts of the fake fantasy book the best, and the rest was just m- the rest was just mi- middl- *gunshot*

#@rootsmachine #book ask

[fudokaze]

thoughts on titans 4x04 (spoilers ahead)

do NOT treat my soon to be milf this way sir

man murdering women are always welcome

random dude stay away from MY wife

girlie is joining a cult

seb is so sweet, he hasn’t said or done anything yet but idgaf. i love him

GOD JINX I LOVE YOU

tim is such a little nerd

seb and rachel need to take a nap

loving the flashbacks fr

“your dad led a cult?” “yeah… :(”

conner and jinx bickering content is appreciated

jinx has middle child energy in this show and i will not elaborate on that btw

ravens are cool, i like ravens

“what is that?” “just your standard portal to hell :)”

JARED LETO?

oh it’s just a random long haired man, my bad

this is mass suicide guys no

are we getting cult sapphics?

THIS LOOKS LIKE CULT SAPPHICS TO ME

oh…

not cult sapphics, I REPEAT NOT CULT SAPPHICS

cool cake, i approve

yes, she is kind of evil and weird and cult-y and she betrayed her friend/gf, but does it rlly matter if she has a pretty dress?

“you’re beautiful” oh sapphics

yes hold hands

do not ruin the moment, MALE.

did she just drink blood or like

i can excuse cults, but i draw the line at cannibalism /q /j

seb be my bf thnx

dick listen to kory please

tim is so fucking cute FUCK

“hey, are you and garlene (?)…” “just friends!”

checking if her gf likes someone else ofc

but she only likes her own gf

I KNEW SEB WAS HER SON, I KNEW IT C’MON

my poor wife :(

give her her son back!!!

she deserves so much better

SNEK.

“i don’t know anything about anything holes”

sorry i know it’s serious but…

GUYS.

shut up, it’s a funny word

jinx don’t kill my bf

gar always saving the day, best boy

SAVED BY HER GIRLFRIEND OMG YES

slay zombie apocalypse i guess

“oh, blue light therapy, nice! i think you cleared up their acne!”

god, i love jinx

i also love zombies

“how many people work here?” “too many!”

“get it rachel”

mood

jinx do something

OH.

this scene must have been so hard to film

with everyone being still and all

ZOMBIR WHO NOW

“jinx, freeze him!” “i need time to recharge!” “what are you, a fucking iphone 7?”

I’M SORRY THAT WAS FUNNY

seb NO

“headshot motherfucker”

this ep’s lines are so iconic idc

oh, my man just reattached his head like it was nothing???

NO CONNER FUCK

GIRL WHAT

LEAVE MY BOY ALONE

dick and his little gadgets

superboy did not stand a chance, dick pls…

smacked in the face by a zombie

JINX I LOVE YOU GOD DAMN IT

saving the day as she should

icon behaviour

jinx and dick are the duo i needed all this time

conner sweetie :(

oh, do not die like your gay dad pls

snek?

LITTLE SNEK

oh it’s so cute

like a living noodle

rachel and seb best siblings

this ep was FUN

#dc titans #season 4 #episode 4 #snek means snake in case it was not obvious btw

[tokugou]

do you have your favourite tdbk fanfics? (share pls i'm out of things to readdd) ♡

Finn!!! I gonna try my best to share something and hope you gonna like at least one of them. Also I didn't have time to read anything for a past month (?) so I am not very up to date with new ones.

okokok I need to share this one first because it was written for me (well i requested it but it still counts!!)

the right kind of home by @dabibones​

“comfort food”

I will start with on-going I really liked so far (I need to catch up with them too)

love lies bleeding by twopinchesofcinnamon - the best setting I could ever ask for - Zombie Apocalypse AU

“We could. Y’know,” Red-eyes sucks his teeth hard, as if his own words physically pain him. “Compromise.” Shouto lets himself slip down the railing until he’s propped against it. “What do you propose?” “Easy,” he zeroes in, contemplating, and Shouto can’t quite decipher him anymore. “Split the food and go our separate ways. We never need to speak again. Deal?” Shouto tips his chin up at the clouds. He blows out a breath, counting to seven. “Can I get two thirds?” Or: a loner, a wanderer, and flowers that glow in the dark.

20:04 by redonthemoon - it is finished already but I still didn't finish it

He’s now lying on his floor, naked, listening on repeat to the same song trying to come up with an idea of what he is supposed to do. He has watched all the movies that are out there about the topic. He has even taken the car and drove as far as he could. He has even taken a plane to another country and landed there but the second the clock hit midnight, he woke up on his bed, alarm pounding and the same date: Friday, October 28th. He can’t do it anymore. He can’t repeat the same day over and over.

let's ignore my 200 tabs opened on my phone - to read later - cos I am lazy, so I went through my bookmarks to pick the ones I think are good (and not embarassing to share) - under read more because yeah there is a few

better late than never 

Bakugou and todoroki get hit by a body swap quirk, and physical contact seems to be the only answer to their predicament

My Hero Love Story 

After the two of them are spotted at a Valentine's Day hero convention while on a mission, Shouto gets the brilliant (and extremely bad) idea to pretend he and Bakugou are there on a date together. It's brilliant because it's the perfect cover story. It's bad because he's desperately in love with Bakugou, and Bakugou has no idea.

Whatever It Takes 

That one where Bakugou agrees to pretend to date Todoroki just to piss off Endeavor, and ends up falling in love instead.

Bam Went My Heart 

Bakugou Katsuki is 100% not on a date with Todoroki Shouto

A fishy deal

Bakugou Katsuki, a rebel spy, attends an auction and leaves with more than just intel.

better than myth

Amidst domestic disasters, the infernal water bill and the armchair in the shower, there was a comfortable rapport between them. Bakugou was falling disgustingly in love with it.  

The Energy Between Us Blossoms Colors In My Heart

Todoroki Shouto has always been a bit curious about his punk roommate with red hair tips, but he never had the opportunity to get to know him better. That's until they get assigned as partners for their university projects.

Teenage Rebellion

Shouto dye his hair

Can I Get A Name For Your Order?

Coffee Shop AU

i like you so much (what do i do?)

Katsuki is really good at what he does, except when Shouto's there. another coffee shop au

i wanna ruin our friendship

Todoroki and Bakugou make out, become friends, and fall in love, all in that order.

You Set My Soul Alight

When enrolling into college, Shouto thought he’ll be freed from under his father’s thumb, but that’s not true. Never was true. Even here his father is controlling his life. To be more specific, his dating life out of all things. After witnessing his roommate, Bakugou, arguing on the phone with his mother about significant others, Shouto gets an idea. They form a compromise. Shouto is tired of his father orchestrating dates for him and Bakugou wants his mother to leave him alone. Nothing could go wrong.

Sweeter than Victory

In which Katsuki sets out to slay a chimera, ends up hunting down an elusive, mystical flower, and encounters a nymph known for being beautiful and unattainable. He really needs to have a damn talk with the Fates. Or Aphrodite. Because seriously, what kind of bullshit quest is this?

Sorry (Not Sorry) For The Distraction

Bakugou Katsuki may have made a mistake. Not that he'd call it that, of course, but he probably should've thought more about what he chose to wear when he allowed Todoroki into his home to work on their shared case.

He just hadn't exactly anticipated that Todoroki would notice his piercings. Or more importantly, not shut the fuck up about them.

hope you think of me high, hope you think of me highly

Shotgunning

Raising the Steaks

Inasa serves dishes, Bakugou serves food, Camie serves customers and Shouto serves looks.

threadache

Todoroki asks Bakugou to make his outfit for the Met Gala - nothing is what it seams.

love you sideways

Katsuki is the undisputed King of the arcade until some asshole comes in and starts beating all his high scores.

Synergy

Katsuki, a top pro gamer, encounters a worthy and very irritating rival—who may also be about to become his teammate.

Bloom

In recent years, it's been assumed that the appearance of soul bonds has disappeared. Katsuki, a cocky pro hero, and Shouto, the barista at Katsuki's favorite coffee shop, are about to discover that's not quite true.

Upon My Back

the soulmate au where every time your soulmate cries a flower tattoo appears on your skin

Vampirism wasn't in the roommate contract

“You’re a vampire?!” “And you’re a werewolf. You don’t see me complaining even though-“ Todoroki’s nose scrunched, and Bakugou could feel the vein in his head about to pop. “If you say I smell, I’m going to kick you out right now, dead blood.”

The best kept secrets aren't secrets at all

In which, Todoroki dates the edgy chemical engineering student who keeps stealing his friends parking spaces and is only just learning how to get along with others.

i want you (to want me)

invisibilia (or voyeur, of the unwilling kind)

Hagakure Tooru is invisible, and that is sometimes a lot more trouble than it's worth.

Just One Bite

This particular fuckup begins when he saves a cat from a demon in a sketchy alley.

How To Lose A Costume Contest But Still Win At Life

Bakugou Katsuki was determined to win a costume competition with the most realistic werewolf costume he could feasibly put together.

Without Hesitation

The first time Bakugou told Todoroki he was in love with him, he thought he’d die.

did i say a few? i overdid it I AM SORRY but i do hope you gonna like/read a few of these, I liked them. Also thank you so so so much for the ask! It made me so happy no one ever ask about my favorite things it was such a nice thing to do!

#chloe.mailbox #fi-nn #mutsy! #that took longer than i expected orz #also i probably missed the good ones #but i hope you can find something nice for you here #otp: fire meet gasoline #dont forget to talk to me about my babies!! #anything!! #hcs or ideas #talk my babies to me

[grilledcheeseandguavajelly]

What's your favorite and least favorite season?

Hi nonnie!! Thank you so much for your ask!!! I’m guessing you mean AHS seasons?? At least I hope so, because I’ve always wanted to rank them!! (But if you meant weather, then my favorite is spring and my least favorite is summer alsdlfkajsdf)

OKAY, LET’S DO THIS:

9. Murder House

I can’t with this season. I’m sorry, I know a lot of people really like it. But I just can’t. I don’t like the main characters, I don’t like the plot (what plot though) and I don’t like a majority of the dialogue. It’s not bad television, and a good jumping off point, I suppose. But I feel like Ryan Murphy hadn’t really gotten his feet under him yet, like he was testing the waters to see what worked and what didn't. 

I remember yelling at @shineestark when she told me she ranked Murder House below 1984, because “HOW CAN YOU RANK A SEASON WITH PAULSON BELOW A SEASON WITHOUT PAULSON?!?!?” And then I watched 1984. And here I am, ranking Murder House last. There’s just something about it that makes me itch with boredom. If I never watched this season again, I wouldn’t complain. I’ve seen it twice, and both times I felt like I wasted my time. Oops. 2/10 solely for Billie Dean, Moira, and Nora. 

8. 1984

There were aspects that I loved (Xavier, I’m looking at you) and aspects that I couldn’t have cared less about (hi, Richard Ramirez). But I thought that the general aesthetic was great and Lily Rabe absolutely slayed the game. And Leslie Grossman was phenomenal-- it was great to see her shine. Plus, I could really jam to that theme song. Nice and trope-y while still being compelling. Minus one point for using the theme song in a chase scene, plus two for Eye of the Tiger at the end. Solid 4/10. 

7. Freakshow

I couldn’t do it at first. I just couldn’t. I stopped watching Cult halfway through because it was too scary, and I decided to watch Freakshow instead, despite the fact that I knew Twisty was going to scare the fuck out of me. I made it exactly three episodes into Freakshow before I decided that Cult was so much better than this freaky-ass clown shit. And that is with TWO Paulsons as incentive. However, once I got past Twisty and firmly into the Dandy storyline, I ended up really enjoying the season. (But I would personally like to slap whoever decided that the sliding, screeching strings were a good idea for the score, because oof it makes my skin crawl.) 5/10.

6. Hotel

I wasn’t a huge fan of Hotel the first time I watched it. If Sally wasn’t there, I doubt I would have finished it. But after watching it a second time, I realized it was really just John and his wife that I didn’t like. Mr. March is my favorite of Evan Peters’s characters, Lady Gaga is iconic, and Kathy Bates did amazingly. Plus HELLO LIZ TAYLOR??? So John Lowe and the vampire children aside, this season wasn’t too bad. (I would also like to note that the final episode has a heavy bearing on how high this season is ranked.) 5/10.

5. Coven

Coven was the first season that I ever watched, back when I was tiny and sensitive and couldn’t handle the smallest bit of horror. But I plowed through because so help me I was going to try to watch at least one season of AHS. As it turns out, I didn’t finish it. I didn’t intentionally stop watching-- I must have gotten busy with work, and two years later I realized that I still had two episodes left. That’s right. I didn’t even find out who the Supreme was. 

So last October I watched “The Seven Wonders” (probably my favorite episode of AHS, period), and I was hooked. But when I went back and rewatched Coven a few months later, I didn’t like it as much I remembered?? I’m not a huge fan of the whole Kyle plot or the zombies. But Cordelia and Fiona are perfect, Myrtle rules the world, Misty is adorable, and Angela Basset is at her absolute peak. Plus, I’ll take that black-skirted, New Orleans witchy vibe mixed with Stevie Nicks any day. A solid 7/10. 

4. Cult

Okay I’m going to be honest. The first time I watched Cult, I almost didn’t make it through the entire season. I got to the part with the man hanging from the hooks in the attic, and I just couldn’t do it. Too many of my phobias up on the screen, and it got under my skin in a way that none of the other seasons did. And I hated how I legitimately felt like I was going crazy with Ally. But after taking a little break I made it through, and then I watched it again, and yeah -- this is a good season. I was on the edge of my seat the entire time, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. Some of it was a bit too gory for me, but overall it was a great season and the more I rewatch it, the more I like it. 8/10.

3. Roanoke 

For me, this season was the perfect blend of scary and fun. I watched the whole season from between my fingers or behind a pillow, but I still laughed and I was always 100% invested. It didn’t lose my interest for a second. I loved the plot, I loved how it repeated, I loved the change halfway through, and the new characters. Everything was brilliant, completely different from every other season, and just absolute good fun. 9/10. (She loses a point because I will never be over what they did to Audrey, and perfect scores are only for seasons that give Audrey the ending she deserves.)

2. Asylum

If Apocalypse didn’t exist, this would be my favorite season. I think it is the best season of AHS, by far. Ryan Murphy somehow managed to weave zombies, serial killers, possession, insane asylums, aliens, and nazis into one season, and it WORKS. It’s so cohesive, tied up at the end in a pretty little bow. I always enjoy rewatching it, and I think that every single one of the actors was at peak performance. Absolute perfection. 10/10. (This is usually the season that I recommend to people who have never seen AHS.)

1. Apocalypse 

This was the season that really technically started it all. The first full season of AHS that I watched after finishing Coven. And I love every single thing about it. The plot, the aesthetic, the characters, the costumes. I was hooked from about five minutes into the first episode, and I only got more invested as the season unfolded.

I could rewatch Apocalypse every week and probably never get bored. (Although I do tend to skip through the Michael episodes until Venable comes in, but shh it’s fine.) We get our witches, Misty comes back, Stevie Nicks singing “Gypsy”, HELLO?? Plus Billie Dean. Plus an episode directed by Ms. Paulson. And it isn’t too scary. Could we ask for more? Ryan Murphy blessed us with this one and I will be forever grateful. 11/10. 

#i had way too much fun with these gifs #and it also took me way too long to find them #ahs #american horror story #ahs murder house #ahs asylum #ahs coven #ahs freakshow #ahs hotel #ahs roanoke #ahs cult #ahs apocalypse #ahs 1984 #ahs ranked #ask me anything #asks #asks and replies #asks answered

[vole-mon-amour]

OTP tag game.

Tagged by @captainjowl. You know for sure than I'm struggling to pick only 10 & fit them in here. But hell, that’s fun, thank you <3

Rules: Choose 10 OTPs BEFORE reading the questions, and then get to answering

1) Harry James Potter & Sirius Orion Black

2) Daniel Le Domas & Grace (Ready or Not 2019)

3) Samuel & Nathan Drake (Uncharted 4)

4) Corvo Attano & The Outsider (+probably Emily Kaldwin; Dishonored series)

5) Steve Grant Rogers & Bucky Buchanan Barnes (Marvel)

6) Tony Edward Stark & Peter Benjamin Parker (Marvel)

7) Handsome Jack & Rhys (Borderlands video game series)

8) Damon Salvatore & Elena Gilbert (TVD Books & a tv show)

9) Batman & Joker (in every universe, really)

10) Adam Jensen x Francis Pritchard (Deus Ex video game series)

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

I believe it didn't hit me before Spider-Man: Homecoming. Civil War was about Steve & Bucky for me, but when I saw that growing up Peter with Tony, their dynamic, chemistry. Tom & Robert are really just like that.

2. Have you ever read a fanfic about 2?

Lmao. I've read like 50% of the tag on AO3, I wrote my own & started a few wips on them. They are amazing. Plus, with that shitty canon? We didn't get enough of them & they deserved better, so it's only logical to save yourself with fanfiction.

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr screen saver?

I was living with The Outsider icon on my twitter & tumblr. That one is still my Google profile picture I believe. Don't remember about having an icon with the two of them. Also had The Outsider as my lockscreen on my smartphone for a while.

4. If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?

Funny how it fits canon, lmao. Rhys literally tried to erase Jack's AI in TFTBL, so I guess another day on Pandora, nothing new. They torture each other, they kiss each other, they kill other people in the process. It'll be fiiine.

5. Why is 1 so important?

I love them since the first time I met them, which was much more than 10 years ago, I don't even remember when. At some point they were the reason I was waking up & forcing myself to eat just to read more fanfiction & feel something. Even if I was drowning in pain (I was extremely depressed), it was still something. I read every fic I could find at that time. The depression that Harry went through, all these feelings, his love for Sirius. I was living through it, I could relate.

I'm currently drowning in these two again, though in a much healthier & happier state. I see their flaws & I know as much as I can. I see them differently as an adult. They saved me, they keep being my number one, I still consider making a tattoo of Padfoot/Sirius or of both Harry & Sirius together. I have many headcanons, ideas, I write fics about them. They are everything, you see? They were my choice when there was nothing, no one. They are HOME.

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

Both. There goes the dynamic of Jack & Rhys: torture, fighting, flirting, a lot of trauma. I'd definitely say that they are wild and comical sometimes, but they are definitely serious. With the Asylum, the mental health issues. There is so much more to it, the complexity of their relationship. The struggle of loving who you probably shouldn't (but hey, when does it work like that?) Thinking about Tettlate's Batman, about Batman: Europa & how Joker was: "You must be crazy, putting me in charge of the plan, letting me decide. Okay, well..."

Nah, they are entertaining, but this is a serious ship.

7. Out of all the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

Are you kidding me? They are all the definition of CHEMISTRY. I'd say 5, but then go 2, 6, 7, 8. Come on. I'm not choosing. Most of they are WILD.

9. How many times have you read/watched the 10’s fandom?

The fandom itself? Idk. I found one of my favourite artists through this fandom. If it's about the characters themselves, I played the first game with the DLC from start to beginning, looking around every corner. Spent more than 60 hours in there. Watched a second game (my laptop can't run the game) and the DLC (obviously), since Francis is in the DLC & not in the main game. I have a tag for them on tumblr, I read fanfiction, I tried to write my own. I still follow Elias & want a third game. Elias liked my tweets about Adam and Jensen being an actual couple a few times. I'd say I interacted with all of this a lot? Still do, actually.

10. Which ship has lasted the longest?

5. Best friends since childhood, fought & died for each other, still found their way back to each other. "It would break your Captain's heart, to see what they did to you." That only the MENTION of Steve can pull Bucky out of this brain washing(ed?) state, distract him in the middle of a fight. When Steve died in the comics because of Sharon & Tony sent Natasha to take Steve's shield from Bucky because even Tony knew how much Steve means to Bucky. And Bucky was like: "Oh, I see what he did. Not happening!" Fought Natasha (that is his ex in the comics) & kept going for Steve's sake.

Well, you see the point, I can go on and on.

11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?

They're not actually canon so none? They had a few fights: In Civil war (the comics), in Homecoming (the movie).  That only means that they’ve got history & love each other.

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

As fierce Grace is, they wouldn't stand a chance against Damon & Elena. Those two had to deal with worst thing than brainless stupid zombies. On the other hand, if there were no alive humans to drink their blood... It's either an animal diet that Damon hates so much or I don't know? Still, they're faster & more powerful. Their bodies have advantage of healing the wounds as well.

13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

From some people, yeah. Don't tell Athena, don't tell Vaughn, don't tell Fiona. Though Rhys wasn't very subtle about it & Jack just doesn't give a fuck. You will probably end up dead if you disagree or bore him, or if you're useless.

"I can take you to the top, but you gotta know where the top is" & Rhys doesn't tell anybody until Jack makes him the President for like whole 20 minutes lol.

Fiona & Sasha: "This can't be happening." Sure it can, darling.

14. Is 4 still together?

I have a headcanon about The Outsider finding Emily & Corvo after Billie frees him from the Void. He doesn't have anybody & they are his only friends aside from a potential friendship with Billie. And if we don't consider TOTO dlc, they definitely are! The Outsider visits them both when they sleep & takes them to the void sometimes. How could he not?

15. Is 10 canon?

Not really but also sort of? Let's say that they really care about each other in canon, despite Adam pushing Francis away because of his trauma & fear that Megan caused him. :/

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

Can you imagine wizards fighting extremely powerful vampires? Superheroes with venom in their bodies that make them super strong with people that made a deal with the Devil himself (hi Le Bail)? 5000 y.o. God and his lover that share his powers and an augmented human protecting his tired IT guy? Combine mental health issues to that, Jack and Rhys with Batman and Joker. Corvo & The Outsider would probably slay them all as Corvo and Emily did in both games with entire islands, though it will still be a slaughter anyway.

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?

All the fucking time, lmaooo. I’m not even talking about it.

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

I feel like I already did with Steve & Bucky after many Marvel movies (we're not even mentioning Endg*me, I fucking died & was dead for full 4-5 months).

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?

I used to do that a few years back, but not anymore. There is not much content since the trilogy is finished.

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all forever, which ship would you sink?

1 already went through it & fandom lives, so I'd say maybe 7? Rhys will find a way to bring Jack back & they are both so wild. It’s what happened in canon anyway. Jack kidnapped Lilith & forced her to do Angel's job, so I'd like to see that witch try at first. Jack is an immortal bastard. <3

Now that I think about it, Corvo would also deal with her in seconds as she waits to curse them.

As a conclusion: no one breaks up forever, we're killing the witch.

I tag: @ianmillkovichgallagher​ & @aledbr​

Whoever else wants to join the game, please do.

#otp #me #tumblr #harry x sirius #delena #corvosider #rhack #tony x peter #batjokes #jensard #steve x bucky #ready or not #drakecest

[atlasfollowed]

hey here’s a semi-detailed, tldr’d list of all of my dumb self-indulgent verses... (sorry it’s long but read more’s fucking... break everything, i’m soRRY)

main/canon verses (which take place within vld’s canon, I never use these lol. ask if u wanna know abt stuff in more detail please don’t):

01. // PRE-KERBEROS ARC     pre-series. garrison golden boy. thinks kids who steal his car are cool.

02. // GLADIATOR ARC     pre-series, post-kerberos. beating aliens up for sport really sucks.

03. // BLACK PALADIN ARC     takes place during seasons 1 & 2. he didn’t even get to take a nap first.

04. // ATLAS ARC     takes place during seasons 7 & 8. it’s really weird hearing ancient robot voices in your head all the time.

05. // POST-SERIES ARC     takes place post-season 8. except season 8 didn’t happen and voltron wasn’t stupid.

alternate verses (mostly miscellaneous):

01. // MODERN     lives alone in his grandpa mathis’s old house. kinda sad bc that place is huge. it’s cool though bc he has lots of pets to keep him company. dating sucks. men suck. he’s so lonely. recovering alcoholic. he’d love his job if the guys over at NASA weren’t such massive dicks. they’re just jealous bc he’s smarter than them. eat shit NASA. he’ll have an identity crisis later and have a baby with some lady who’s like “ur gay, bye”. kid’s name is phoebe. she’s an angel. suddenly this has turned into a single dad au. oh well.

02. // COLLEGE     he majors in astrophysics and astronautical engineering. super smart. probably your math tutor. alcoholic. captain of the soccer team. hates himself a lot more than he lets on. really sucks that his parents got killed back in middle school or else he’d probably be happy and well-adjusted. really shitty relationship with his twin brother. hard-worker but it doesn’t show because he waits until the last minute to do everything. has gone down on every guy on campus. help him.

03. // FANTASY V1. ROYALTY       in which shiro is the young and inexperienced king of a small country by the name of leodoros. born into a bloodline of loyal servants to the crown, takashi has never known a lifestyle other than that of a knight and one of the few captains in the kingdom’s royal army. however, when the king of leodoros falls ill and passes away with no apparent heir to survive him at the tail-end of a violent war, shiro is reluctantly chosen to take his place as the kingdom’s patriarch. stuck in a loveless marriage. secretly kinda just wants to fake his death and run away with the man he was planning on getting hitched with ‘til that old fart had to go and kick the bucket.

04. // FANTASY V2. CURSED       an ex-mercenary cursed to feed and thrive on suffering caused by his own hand. shiro hides away from the rest of humankind in the bowels of a dungeon where the worst he can do is rid the place of it’s seemingly never-ending supply of bloodthirsty demons and monsters.

05. // WEREWOLF       spent most of his life stuck as part of an illegal, underground werewolf/dog fighting ring. ditched on the street once he lost his undefeated winning streak (and his arm). kind of an asshole now with lots of trust issues but I promise he’s not actually an asshole, he just acts like one.

06. // POST-APOCALYPSE       guess who got bit by a fuckin zombie right off the bat and had to saw his own arm off to avoid going feral? how tf is he still alive. the apocalypse is a lot less fun when you’re tired and middle-aged and you only have one arm to fight shit with. the kind of guy to adopt all of those orphaned children running around and take rowdy teenagers under his wing. we’ll call this a the last of us verse too bc i couldn’t really decide what i wanted out of this tbh.

crossover verses (which take place within the lore/world of some other stuff I rlly enjoy):

01. // POKEMON       so fascinated with history and mythology that he decided to leave home and travel the world. nerd. spends all of his money on books and sweets. loves his pokemon like they’re his own children. husband material but he’s not very good at the whole socializing thing. manages to fall in love with a hermit who is somehow a lot worse at the whole socializing thing than he is.

02. // DRAGALIA LOST V1. ADVENTURER      shadow-attuned axe user. an ex-gladiator who escaped from the empire, but not without paying for it dearly. with a slight frown set almost permanently on his visage, ashy white hair, a missing arm, and more scars than you could count on both hands, he looks much more intimidating and scary than he really is. very soft and kind once you get to know him. seems to attract a lot of cats for no apparent reason.

03. // DRAGALIA LOST V2. DRAGON     oh shit he’s a dragon this time. that’s it. imagine how sexy he’d be all dragon’d out. i’m gonna nut. i love big lizard shiro.

04. // DEMON SLAYER: KIMETSU NO YAIBA       he’s member of the demon slaying corps. that’s all i’ve got right now. have a nice day. EDIT: I made a post.

05. // BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA     i’ll do this one one day, but it exists. help me.

#this is mostly for me #but ig it's helpful for people stuck on mobile too so #maybe i've done smth useful for once sdfhfsdkgh..... #long post * #like. really long #sorry abt that #i wanna draw shiro's caracter ''piece'' for his dragalia verse #he'll be covered in cats #it'll be great #i really do swear a lot i am so sorry

[ao3feed-shinkami]

No Matter What | Bakugou Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku Zombie Apocalypse BNHA

by wintersadness

•—•

Blood was everywhere. There was so much blood.

Bakugou watched as clusters of things feasted on bodies lying on the streets, the sound of screams increasing tenfold. It was too loud—he couldn’t breathe. His chest rose and fell quickly, his heartbeat was pounding in his ears—so loud. He needed air—

Bakugou felt Kirishima put a hand on his shoulder, and whisper in his ear, “We need to go.”

So they left. They ran and ran, Mina’s eyes filled with tears, Kaminari’s throat constricting as he fought off the urge to vomit, Sero’s face covered in sweat, and Kirishima’s usually sparkly eyes, blank. Bakugou was coming down from the panic attack, but the feeling of fear stuck, because—what the fuck did he just watch?

•—•

So this is my first time posting on here, and although this fic isn’t finished I still wanted to post it and see if it gets any reactions.

I’m very, very new to writing. Well—it’s been years since I last wrote a story. (I was in year 3 so...)

I hope you guys enjoy what I’ve written so far, I’ll post the rest of the one-shot once I’ve finished writing it :)

Words: 4427, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Kirishima Eijirou, Shinsou Hitoshi, Eri (My Hero Academia), Sero Hanta, Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, shinsou hitoshi/kaminari denki, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo

Additional Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Adopted Eri (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Minor Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku is a Nerd, Bottom Midoriya Izuku, Cute Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Ashido Mina is a Good Friend, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi Friendship, Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, I’m super new to this and I have no idea what I’m doing, this is a sample of a one shot I’ve yet to complete, please show it love, my ego is super low, this is really long, im super sorry, Or am I, I am, can we all just appreciate how good the apocalypse would look on Bakugou, like he’d slay, Eventual Smut, Eventual relationship, ok I think that’s it

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/20259220

#kaminari denki/shinsou hitoshi #shinkami #kamishin #ao3 #fanfic

[lumiereswig]

Plumiere/Garderenza Prompt: “so I found this abandoned place and I really wanna see what’s inside.” -singing anon

death shit death it’s all death it’s a fucking labyrinth who put a lABYRINTH under the palace jesus fuck who’s idea was this (it was adam’s it was totally adam’s)

lums and plums and cad and gards are all fucking losing their goddamn minds they just came in here because they thought it’d be a semi-private place to make out and it’s all just fucking indiana jonesing their asses like who the FUCK makes a hallway that turns into s p e a r s if you step on the wrong fucking **color-coordinated marble tile**

‘we’re! going! to! fucking! die!’

cadenza is carrying lumiere (because he’s a w e a k l i n g ) and garderobe and plumette are holding hands

after like the 50th raging tiger is unleashed on their sorry asses they decide its time to Buckle The Fuck Up And Get Out Of The Secret Hidden Hell House Adam’s Dumbass Rococo Ass Put Here One Fucking Extra Halloween

‘look we’ve got to figure this out, we’re fairly competant people, right?”

‘plumette darling we’re a maitre d, a musician, an opera singer, and a supermodel , i don’t think we’re anyone’s bets to survive the zombie apocalypse,’ says lumiere

‘unless you have a particular faith in liberal arts majors, which i don’t,’ he adds, as plumette pulls him out of quicksand and he clings onto her like the pathetic darling wimpy skinny boy he is

they’re halfway over the crocodile bridge (the crocodiles are the least worst part of it, all things considering; it’s the poisonous rats swarming under the bridge made of strung-together crocodiles they’re truly concerned about) when garderobe realizes: we MAY be useless specimens of humanity but we DO have our strengths

please fucking elaborate says lumiere as the bridge starts to give way, the crocodiles realizing they truly do not have any stake in this fight

like THIS says garderobe, and sings SO FUCKING LOUDLY that the glass walls around them shatter, and the tigers from earlier promptly start feasting on the rats

our four useless favorite people make a quick getaway, and then realize their Quick Getaway is not as quick as the Even Fucking Faster rolling Massive Boulder Rock™™ coming at them

‘no wait lads i got this hang on,’ says plumette.

GUESS! WHO! CAN! FUCKING! FLY!

(( not very well  with her three besties clinging to her but they ……. manage ))

they are now in a dark tunnel. fuck. guess who has F I R E H A ND S

they’re so close to being out, fuck, they have to be, even adam’s big halloween bash from ten years ago has to have a fucking end, also have they mentioned theyre gonna fuckin slay his ass when they get out of here

they get out of there. thank god. turns out cadenza did nothing useful. literally i can’t think of anything useful he could do but oh well at least we had a good time gotta go rewatch indy jones now

#asks #singing anon

[yuujispinkhair]

To the end (Chapter 4)

The end of the world as you knew it began with the virus spreading in your dorm. Six months later, you are once again on the run. By your side is Sukuna, the bad boy of your camp, the most unlikely companion you expected. But maybe this is exactly as it should be because sometimes hope comes in the form of a smug smirk and a tattooed pair of sword-yielding arms.

Chapter 1 ++ Chapter 2 ++ Chapter 3

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Zombie Apocalypse AU, horror, smut and some fluff Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: 18+, this chapter is rather tame, but the overall story contains violence, gore, angst, smut, cumshot, cum-eating, squirting, rough sex, zombies, fighting, knives, blood, mentions of several side characters' deaths, alcohol, cigarettes, suicidal thoughts. This AU is based on The Walking Dead, so imagine a world like this. It's cruel and hopeless at times, but there is also a love story :) All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

A big part of your everyday life now is to explore the vicinity of your hut. Combing through the forest to look for traces of Yuuji and for everything that could be useful for your survival out here. Food, supplies, and weapons.

Today's excursion is a successful one. You and Sukuna stumble upon an abandoned construction truck, which from the looks of it, used to serve as a break room for former timbermen.

The lock is easy to break. Excitement washes over you as the metal chain rattles softly in your hands. Before you can pull open the door though, Sukuna's hand lands on your arm, and he pushes past you.

"Let me go in first."

"I can do that too, you know? I'm not completely helpless."

He huffs and grins at you over his tattoed shoulder, amusement sparkling in his maroon-colored eyes.

"Maybe I just want to get my hands on the best stuff in there. Too bad for you that you let me go first, huh, princess?"

You roll your eyes and put both hands on his broad back, shoving him playfully. Or trying to, because you can't move his muscular body even an inch.

"Shut up, and open the door. I am curious what's inside."

Two weeks ago, you wouldn't have dared to talk to him like this. Sukuna always seemed so intimidating in your old camp. He used to be someone you didn't want to get too close to. Funny how being stuck together in a small hut can change the way you feel about someone. And maybe sharing kisses with him and fucking like rabbits helped too.

The door swings open with a soft creaking sound. Sukuna's muscles tense under your hands as he lifts his hands with the knives in them, carefully checking the inside for any surprises in the form of undead souls.

"Clear."

You let out a breath of relief at his low voice that carries a triumphant tone in just that one word.

Your hands fall to your sides, and you slowly follow Sukuna into the truck.

Sukuna whistles appreciatively as he strolls into the narrow space, his hands buried casually in the pockets of his cargo pants.

"Nice! Guess those guys used to have a fun workday."

Your gaze follows his, and you chuckle.

A rather extensive collection of beer and coke cans line the metallic shelve that's installed at the wall. On the small table beneath it is a stack of cigarette packs and several bags of chips and cookies. The crown piece of the former lunch supply is, to your amusement, an almost full bottle of vodka.

You and Sukuna put all the stuff into your backpacks before you make your way back to the hut, sharing a package of chips and a can of coke on your way.

The few zombies you encounter on the way pose no challenge, and Sukuna slays them casually with one hand while taking a sip from his coke.

You huff at the cocky display of arrogance, but when his maroon gaze lands on you, he raises an eyebrow and tells you in a far too smug voice,

"Oh, don't gimme that look. I know you get wet from watching me fight."

Your heated attempt at denial gets silenced by Sukuna shoving the coke can into your face and a loud laugh coming from him.

Later that day, when the sun is starting to set, Sukuna rummages through the newly acquired supplies and pulls out the vodka bottle with a big smirk on his face.

"Hey, brat, wanna have a party at the end of the world?"

You can't help but snort, but the offer sounds too tempting to turn down.

You try to remember the last time you went to a real party. The memory is blurry, like most things that took place before the virus. It was another world back then. And somehow, you find it hard to relate to the person you had been back then.

She had spent hours getting ready for a party, excited and nervous because she might see her crush. She sang along loudly to her favorite songs and danced in front of the mirror without a care in the world. Her biggest worry was whether to wear a black or blue shirt.

That girl doesn't exist anymore. Only traces of her are left now that your world has been turned upside down.

A year ago, you went to a party with that nice and a bit nerdy guy from your English course who started to stammer when you just held his hand and who you could have brought home to meet your family at any time.

Now you lift your head to smile at a heavily tattoed guy with a vodka bottle in his hands who has a body count of at least three people and countless zombies. Literal body count, not sex-wise. Though, judging by the way he fucks you, he has a high body count in that department too.

The craziness of it all makes you laugh out loud, and you shrug,

"Oh, why not? Let's have a party."

The twinkle in Sukuna's eyes lets you know that you picked the right answer.

The two of you end up sitting next to each other on a blanket on the floor of the hut, leaning back against the wall, legs stretched out comfortably in front of you.

It feels homely, like an indoor picnic you might do on an evening with friends or a sleepover. A candle is flickering softly in a small glass jar, shedding a warm glow on the hut's interior. The blanket is filled with opened chips and cookie packages, a coke can for each of you, and in Sukuna's tattoed hand is the vodka bottle.

He lets his head fall back against the wall and takes a big gulp directly out of the bottle.

You watch his eyes close, long eyelashes fanning out over his high cheekbones when he drinks. Not for the first time, you catch yourself admiring his beauty. The angular shape of his jaw, the gracefully curved lips, the smooth tan skin. The black filigree lines of his tattoos don't taint that beauty but add to it. Framing his handsome face enticingly.

He is a work of art. A walking contradiction. Beauty and violence combined.

Sukuna's adam's apple bops when he swallows the drink, followed by a satisfied sigh that pulls you out of your thoughts.

"Damn, that's good! It's been too long! Here, have some too."

Sukuna hands the vodka to you, the corners of his lips lifted in that typical boyish smirk. Your fingers brush over his as you take the bottle from him.

The taste is rather vile. The vodka is too warm, and it must be a cheap one, tasting too strongly of alcohol. But it fills your stomach with comforting warmth, and your head gets cloudy with a soothing buzz almost instantly.

This is nice.

It's nice to sit here on the floor surrounded by snacks. It's nice to sip vodka and slowly get tipsy from it. To feel the tension leave your body. Almost as if the world isn't ending out there. 

It's nice to be here with Sukuna, sitting next to him, so close that you almost touch. You are suddenly filled with an intense feeling of gratefulness. You are glad that he is here by your side. That you aren't alone in this hell. And Sukuna proved to be a good zombie apocalypse partner. An excellent one.

You find yourself drifting closer to him until you are leaning against his side, and you can rest your head on his shoulder, snuggling comfortably against his muscular frame.

Your worries seem far away right now. It's like you and Sukuna exist in a bubble detached from the harsh reality. As if you are just two regular college students who went on a hiking trip or something in the woods. Two people who snuck away from their group to enjoy an intimate moment of bonding while getting drunk together on cheap vodka.

The alcohol makes you feel less tense. It lets you push the constant fear and worries into the back of your mind where they aren't as overwhelming anymore.

You're feeling warm, and your head is spinning in a good way. You find yourself giggling and laughing, joking around with Sukuna while the bottle of vodka passes from his hand to yours and back again. It looks like his grin gets broader with every sip he takes.

He is more relaxed, too, laughing and flirting even more with you than usual in his typical rude but charming way. It's lighthearted and funny. Playful banter like you would have at a normal party too.

You find yourself talking a lot more with him than ever before. Telling him stories about your former life. About your college courses, your dream career, and the funny things that happened in your dorm. About all the things that were your life before the virus put an end to all of that.

And Sukuna laughs and toasts to it and, to your surprise, shares his own stories about his former life. A life that is long gone and will never come back.

You lift your head from his shoulder to look at him as he talks. His maroon eyes glitter in the candlelight, looking so alive and warm in the golden glow of the candle. The grin on his handsome face is so genuine and open, like you have never seen him before, as he talks about college, his sports team, and the stupid stunts he pulled at parties.

The alcohol in your brain makes you more direct. Before you take the next sip of vodka, you blurt out,

"Why do you have all those tattoos? Especially the face tattoos. They are pretty extreme, you know."

You chuckle and reach out to run a finger over the black lines on his jaw, tracing them slowly with your fingertip.

Sukuna shrugs and smirks at you. His low voice sounds amused,

"Let me say this first: I was a difficult kid. As long as I can remember, I have always gotten into trouble. I'm just not good with authorities. I get angry when people try to tell me what to do or when they are stupid or...I don't know. I just get pissed off, and I do some dumb stuff."

You laugh loudly as you look up at him, nodding in agreement that you can imagine that all too well.

Sukuna grins back at you and runs a hand through his pink hair, smoothing it down before continuing his story of how he got his tattoos.

"The thing with the tattoos started when I was mad at my grandpa for something. I can't even remember what it was, but I left the house to go to some shady bar and get drunk. And there was this guy who did tattoos for the Yakuza. I decided the best way to piss off my grandpa would be to get tattoed. So I told that guy to take me to his shop and do it right away. He found it funny, I think. Took me to his place and did the face tattoos. Those were actually the first ones I got. I came back a few weeks later to get the ones on my body done."

You shake your head, eying him with a skeptical look.

"Those were some drastic measures just to piss your grandpa off."

Sukuna shrugs and huffs,

"Yeah, what can I say? I didn't care about the consequences at that moment. I just felt this need to show my grandpa that I am the only one who has a say when it comes to my life. Even if it meant showing him that I could always get worse. It was pretty stupid. I lost my job at the cinema snack stand because of those tattoos. And I think I was about to get suspended from college too. But I didn't care. It's not like I had a dream career or something like that. I would have probably ended up doing some illegal shit to get by. Well, in the long run, none of it mattered anyways. I guess the zombie apocalypse saved me from becoming a real Yakuza."

He laughs softly, but a shadow flickers over his face, and he averts his gaze, eyes fixed on the flickering flame of the candle when he continues softly,

"It was typical of me. I just couldn't fit into regular life. It wasn't for me. All those rules and obligations. I always wanted to break out of that, and I fought anyone who tried to make me bend to those rules. Maybe that's why I seem to handle the apocalypse so well. Maybe I was made for a world like this. For chaos and anarchy."

For a moment, silence settles between you. Sukuna's little tale started as a funny and dumb story but turned into something much more serious.

His words make something in your heart twist painfully. You catch yourself thinking that this boy with the smug smirk is far more broken when he wants anyone to know.

His past sounds like the re-telling of an accident that you know will happen but cannot prevent. Sukuna had been heading straight into his very personal apocalypse even before the virus outbreak. And Sukuna is smart. He knew that he was working towards his own ruin but was unable to stop it because he couldn't let go of his urge to rebel, to always stand proud, and never grovel before anyone.

His story is that of a lost cause. A troublemaker who would never fit society's standards. The type of guy who everyone would have warned you about and told you to stay away from so he wouldn't drag you down with him.

You remember that moment after Sukuna killed those two guys who had wanted to take your supplies. That moment when he had been worried you were scared of him. Half convinced that you would push him away. Because maybe that is what had happened all his life.

It makes you feel a strange kind of sympathy for him. As cocky and dangerous as Sukuna appears, the last weeks with him have shown you that there is more to him than his tough shell. He might be an asshole, but he is a rather nice asshole. His humor actually makes you laugh. You respect him for his many skills and his intelligence. And you know that without him, you wouldn't be alive at this point. Because Sukuna can actually be quite protective. It's kind of tragic that most people never got to see this side of him.

A heavy silence has settled between the two of you.

You aren't sure how to react. Reach out and put a hand on Sukuna's knee to show him you understand? Or elbow him and laugh about his wild past. Before you can decide what to do, Sukuna is the one who eases the tension. He smirks at you, eyeing you with a teasing glint in his eyes,

"Why did you want to know about my tattoos? Do you like them? They are sexy, aren't they?"

"Yeah...I mean...kind of?"

"I know you're into them. Ok, my turn. What are your favorite movies?"

You can't help but giggle at his reply, elbowing him and rolling your eyes. Still, your annoyance isn't real, and it's obvious when you snuggle back against Sukuna's side, getting comfortable again as you tell him about your favorite movies.

You spend hours like that, talking about the things you like. About movies, about your preferred coffee order, things that are far away and that you will probably never get back. And yet it feels nice to get filled with sweet nostalgia as you remember those things that used to bring you joy.

At some point, Sukuna's arm wraps around you, holding you closely against his side.

He feels comforting, a body full of strong muscles and reassuring warmth. His voice is low and soothing, tongue slightly heavy from all the vodka. It sounds good on him, though, sexy and smooth.

He tells you about his family. About his parents, who died young, long before the virus, back when Sukuna and Yuuji were only children.

And he tells you about his grandpa, who the twins grew up with.

The grumpy old man who taught them how to fight and who took them to bars and pachinkos at a much too young age but always tried to teach them to make friends and use their strength to help others. A man who did his best to raise his grandsons to become good people.

A man who, in Sukuna's opinion, failed because he only had one grandson who is a good guy: Yuuji. Sukuna's twin brother.

Sukuna's voice becomes a bit rough when he talks about him. Obviously worried about Yuuji, obviously missing him by his side.

The brother who is closer to Sukuna than anyone else.

The brother who built pillow forts with Sukuna when they were little and stayed in his bed the whole night because he had nightmares, and Sukuna told him he would protect him and chase all the monsters in Yuuji's dreams away.

The brother who is sunshine incarnate and so full of kindness and compassion.

"My brother is the most important person to me. Yuuji is...he is a good guy. Sometimes too good for this world. He is too selfless. I have to find him to make sure he doesn't play the hero. He is my little brother. I am responsible for him."

"You are twins, Sukuna. You are the same age."

"I am the older one! By a whole three minutes!"

He exclaims loudly in mock exasperation. Something you know he must have said so many times ever since he and Yuuji were little that it has become an automatic reply, a reflex. It makes you laugh fondly.

It's sweet somehow to see this side of Sukuna. To see beyond that arrogant and ruthless shell. He isn't just a zombie slayer or survival expert. He is also a brother, a grandson, and a friend. He has people he cares about and who care about him. And you seem to be one of them now.

The smirk on Sukuna's face is boyish, so attractive that you can't look away. He shakes his head slightly before continuing,

"But seriously, Yuuji always has my back. I mean, sure, he gets mad at me and tells me off for getting into trouble. He even punched me in the face one time. Gave me a nice black eye..."

He laughs at that, eyes focusing on a spot behind you, clearly seeing a memory flash before his inner eye. A memory that makes a smile play around his lips.

He is still smiling as he trails a hand down your arm, making you shiver at his soft touch, at the now familiar feeling of his skin on yours. His long fingers gently pry the bottle of vodka out of your grasp. He brings it to his lips, tilting his head back to take another gulp. The last one, you realize.

Sukuna sighs as he puts the empty bottle away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and then he continues, picking up where he left off,

"Even though he doesn't approve of what I do, Yuuji has my back. He gets me out of shit. I would have been in a lot more trouble in the past if it weren't for him. He never gave up on me, no matter how much trouble I got into. That's the way Yuuji is. He gives second chances and wants to save everyone. That's a dangerous thing. Especially now. I hate not knowing where he is or what he's doing. I should be by his side and protect him, just like I promised him when we were little kids."

You can see a strange softness in Sukuna's eyes. He truly loves his brother. You can see that. It tugs at your heartstrings. Somehow seeing a tough guy like Sukuna talk so affectionately about someone hits you hard. A crass reminder that he isn't a heartless monster who goes through this world unbothered about what happens to others.

He has a heart, and he loves with that heart. Loves deeply with it from what it looks like.

Sukuna is worried about his little brother. He is worried and restless until he gets reunited with Yuuji again.

Before you know it, you reach out and place your hand on Sukuna's, giving it a reassuring squeeze before you intertwine your fingers with his.

"I hope we'll find your brother soon."

Thank you so much for reading!! I cried while writing the part about Sukuna's past. I am so weak for him!! I hope you enjoyed his little backstory and the party at the end of the world :) Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!

Chapter 5

#sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna smut #sukuna #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff

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The Office Got Fucked Up, part 5 (Count Macrula POV)

The title of this story was supposed to be "Office Woes, part 5," but it wouldn't be enough to cover the absolute insanity that happened in this account. So, it is called "The Office Got Fucked Up, part 5." in the viewpoint of Count Macrula.

I returned to the office to find it burning in flames. I blinked and realized the irony of this situation. Last time I checked, I assumed we were in league with the Gwinnett County Fire Department.

"Why is my office on fire?" I asked before having a full-on 15-minute laughing fit. I then decided to fly in the air, unzip my black slacks, and rain vampire lord urine on the building. It turns out that I had to urinate like a horse of the apocalypse, so my urination quenched those unholy flames.

I zipped up my black slacks and then flew down into the ashen building.

"This is my hoooooooommmmmeeeee!!!!" I shouted on baritone opera that astounded the heavens.

Nathan Explosion from Metalocalypse started riding his motorcycle through the building and starting screaming, "Awaken Awaken Awaken Awaken! Take the land that must be taken!"

"The time has come. To Awaken Him," I spoke in a death metal voice.

"Musta-krakish! Musta-krakish! Musta-krakish!" Nathan Explosion chanted.

"I call upon the ancient lords of the underworld," I spoke in a death metal voice.

"Musta-krakish!" Nathan Explosion chanted.

"To bring forth this beast and-" I started to say in a death metal voice.

"Awaken, awaken, awaken, awaken

Take the land, that must be taken

Awaken, awaken, awaken, awaken

Devour worlds, smite forsaken

Rise up from your thousand year-old sleep

Break forth from your grave eternally

I command you to rise, rise, rise, rise

Rise, rise, rise, rise

I'm the conjurer of demons

I'm the father of your death

I bring forth the ancient evil

I control his every breath

I instigate your misfortune

With the birth of killing trolls

I awaken armageddon

Feeding on a thousand souls

Awaken

Awaken

Awaken

Awaken

Awaken Awaken Awaken Awaken! Take the land that must be taken!" Nathan Explosion and I growled.

A full version of Nathan Explosion's and my duet can be found here: https://youtu.be/PcICrqowVkc

I then screamed as I mimicked Nathan Explosion, "I COMMAND YOU TO RISE!!! RISE!!!!! RISE!!! RISE!!!!" Then I said in my normal Count Macrula voice, "And awaken!"

Oh shit. I just rose the dead and brought forth a Kraken to destroy Gwinnett County. At least I know how to start a riot. The FBI will shit their pants when they see this. The riots on Capitol Hill and on Georgia's Capitol building were pathetic and pointless. 'Trumpanzees' was the correct word to describe that nonsense. I will rain dark shit on them, and my fruit will be zombies with death ray eyes.

One of those zombies was my ex-co-worker Christoff. He was a good worker one time, and then he got caught into too many accidents near I-85. Once he was traumatized from literally being a target of every disgruntled driver in Gwinnett County, he began to become disgruntled at the job. He was opening tickets instead of closing them. Needless to say, I developed laryngitis every day up to the time of his death. One would think I killed him out of frustration, but actually Ahayah struck him down just because he was so goddamn stupid.

I was traumatized seeing him again, so FOR NOW ON, THIS STORY WILL BE IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE LARYNGITIS, HERE I COME!

"THIS IS BULLSHIT!!!!!" I SHOUTED. I LAUGHED HYSTERICALLY.

"BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! THIS IS THE LAND, THAT IS PURE BULLSHIT!" NATHAN EXPLOSION AND I SANG TOGETHER.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!" MELISSA THE GREAT ARC ANGEL ASKED AS SHE FLEW DOWN. "I WENT ON LUNCH BREAK, AND THE OFFICE IS BURNED DOWN AND THE DEAD HAVE RISEN!!! AND WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE HOSS DELGATO'S FROM THE GRIM ADVENTURES OF BILLY AND MANDY!"

(I am going to pause ALL CAPS for a minute and explain that while flying through an existential time warp to get to the ruined Gwinnet County Riot Station 32, my hair had grown slightly past my shoulders and turned the color of hot blood from simply... being sick of working.)

"I BLAME ANTIFA AND PROUD BOYS!!!! AND.... come to think of it, I have no idea. I was Michael the Great Arc Angel after I was the Grim Reaper Named Mike. Then I was Count Macrula from October 2020 and was stuck in the freezer called the office. And now that I grew red hair, I am not sure. A lot has changed in the past year," I said thoughtfully as I stared at Melissa the Great Arc Angel.

"WHO ROSE THE DEAD!? YOU, ANTIFA, THE PROUD BOYS, BLACK LIVES MATTER, BEAR LIVES MATTER, DONALD TRUMP, JOSEPH BIDEN, OR NATHAN EXPLOSION? THESE ARE THINGS I MUST KNOW" MELISSA THE GREAT ARC ANGEL SHOUTED BEFORE HER VOICE WAS NORMAL. "Well, I am glad you decided to grow hair after 750 years. I have waited forever for this moment. Thank you, ...." Then she yelled again. "WHAT DO I CALL YOU?!"

"NO! NATHAN EXPLOSION AND I DID THAT!!!" I SHOUTED. "I EVEN BROUGHT CRISTOFF BACK TO LIFE! AND MACRULA IS TRANSYLVANIAN FOR MACRO, WHICH MEANS LARGE. MACRULA IT IS! THANK YOU, NATHAN EXPLOSION!" I SHOUTED TO THE HEAVENS.

"THAT'S GREAT! YOU OPENED UP 100,000,087 TICKETS!" MELISSA THE GREAT ARC ANGEL SHOUTED. "I'M SORRY. YOU CLEARING UP THE REASON FOR YOUR IDENTITY CHANGE MAKES THAT 100,000,086 TICKETS. AT LEAST YOU ARE NOT BUYING INTO GENDER REASSIGNMENT."

"IT WAS THE WILL OF THE POWERS THAT BE! I'M SORRY!!!" I SHOUTED. "AND TACO MAC WITH COUNT MACULA, JR. AND ME WAS NECESSARY! ALSO, I AM PROUD OF MY MASCULINITY. AMERICA, PLEASE STOP SHAMING MEN FOR BEING MEN. THIS WAS UNHEARD OF UNTIL ABOUT 50 YEARS AGO."

THE CAST OF PEEWEE HERMAN SCREAMED LIKE HELL. THEY WORE ZOMBIE MASKS.

"ARE YOU REALLY BETTER THAN CHRISTOFF!?" MELISSA THE GREAT ARC ANGEL SHOUTED.

WE ARE DISCUSSING TICKETS AT WORK, AND ZOMBIE ARMIES ARE RIOTING IN THE STREETS OF GWINNETT COUNTY. MELISSA THE GREAT ARC ANGEL'S PRIORITIES ARE A BIT OFF, BUT SO IS EVERYTHING ELSE. FUCK IT. I'M SICK OF WORKING! WHO KNOWS HOW MANY BUILDINGS THEY SET ON FIRE IN THE PROCESS? MORTAL RIOTS KNOW NOTHING.

"YES! BECAUSE WE NEED TO DESTROY THEM ONCE AND FOR ALL!!" I SHOUTED AS I FLEW OUT OF THE BURNT BUILDING. A PART OF THE ROOF FELL DOWN. I SLAYED THE DEAD AND SHOT DEATH RAYS AT THEM. SOME SHOT DEATH RAYS BACK, BUT I DODGED THEM.

ACTUALLY, LOWER CASE IS NECESSARY ALL OF A SUDDEN.

"Excuse me, sir. Were you formerly Michael the Great Arc Angel?" a goat who was driving a gray Gwinnett County Service jeep asked. "Where did the hair coooome from?"

"Yes," I responded. "And that is even a mystery to me. I guess hair follicles grow when you enter an existential time warp."

"Hoooollllyyyyy Shiiiiiiit. Swamp Business, part 2 is occurring in Gwinnett County Fire Station 32. Can you assist us?" the terrified goat asked us. He bleated in fright.

"Is this story supposed to be called "Office Woes, part 5 or Swamp Business, part 2? Because I think at this point it should be called The Office Got Fucked Up." I said as I blinked with my icy blue eyes.

The goat bleated.

"HOW ABOUT MICHAEL, EXCUSE ME, MACRULA THE GREAT IDIOT SUMMONED THE UNDEAD BECAUSE HE HAD A MOMENT OF DARKNESS, PART 4?!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel shouted.

She was correct. I have summoned the undead three previous times. One was when I worked for the Angel of Death as a grim reaper under the identity of The Grim Reaper Named Mike. I had a Jamaican accent then before it was considered racist. Everything is racist now, but I digress. The second time was during Halloween of 2007 when I summoned real zombies to haunt Norcross, Georgia. And the third time was during the Ferguson riots in 2013 when I summoned Nazi zombies to scare the protestors.

"Will that title fit?" I asked.

The zombies just stared at us. One shot lasers through his eyes at a pig that happened to be there. Someone's having barbecue pork for lunch.

At that point, I looked around and then had a laughing fit that was disguising the mental breakdown I was having. My mortality was real.

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Crickets with angel wings, winged zombies, bats, and locusts with human faces of those who burned in hell were flying around Gwinnett and surrounding counties for an hour. Hell truly was unleashed upon the Earth. Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones were having a field day taking asses and kicking names.

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"WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel asked.

A group of pigs came back to the office before they saw zombies walking toward them with open tickets.

"Ahhhh hell nah!" the thinner pig from the break room scene in Office Woes, part 3 (?) said.

"Man, you crazy for making me work in this kind of environment!" a big black female pig said.

The pigs oinked.

"IT'S YO JOB! GET ON THE PHONE AND ANSWER DIS BITCH!" I SHOUTED.

"Boy, is you crazy? They zombies in there!" A fat pig said as she put her elbow on the window ledge of the passenger seat and looked at me with big bugged out eyes. "You look like damn Alucard from the Castlevania series on Super Nintendo, bruh! What happened to you?"

When I heard "Boy," I immediately set the car they were in on fire with my eye rays. I was going for roasted pork, but apparently, I had to wait.

The Apparently Kid from Youtube yelled "APPARENTLY!" at the other kid who looked like a zombie and liked turtles. YouTube and children make a funny combo. They are much more interesting than arguing with a bunch of big female pigs that only Gwinnett County had the AUDACITY to hire.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" the pigs said as they squeezed out of the car and went to their desks. "Excuse me! Excuse me!" They shouted at the zombies.

One of the zombies bit the biggest pig on the ass.

I whispered to the goat, "All we need is barbeque sauce."

The goat laughed. "Exactly! Are you ready for Swamp Business, part 2? Gwinnett County Fire Station 32 is in some deep shit right now."

"I KNOW THEY BE ZOMBIES WALKING ROUND YOUR HOUSE!!! They walking around our office. One just ate a goat for real... I DON'T KNOW. Read the Bible OUT LOUD or somedin," one of the pigs said over the phone as she bobbed her head back and forth. She looked like a bobble head toy that sits on the dash of the car. The pigs Gwinnett County hires, I swear. I need a new position ASAP.

I looked at the goat and said, "Hell no. I was recently at the STUPIDEST party and got stuck in a freezer for a few months prior because the office put me there, and I haven't recovered from the mental stress and agony of GROCERY shopping in 2020! I'm just being honest." I laughed so hard. Holy Shit I'm almost human at this point...maybe. I flapped my black wings to validate my existence as a dark angel. This Earth is too much. I wonder how my parents remained the angels they were. My dad was a human before my parents met.

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I stepped out of the story and into a faded black backdrop scene to destroy the fourth wall. I used my sword and hacked and slashed for ten seconds before I composed myself.

"Number 1, Section C, Subsection 1a, Clause 43: Never, never, never make parents main or even minor characters in stories unless they have one line or less. Unless the stories fall under a sub category of Clause 44, which states, "This story is relevant to certain kinks which require parenthood or a parent ROLE. DDLG and ABDL to name a few." OR Subsection 1b, Clause 27: THEY ARE OFF THE RECORD!" I spoke before taking a breath. "I WILL NOT PARTAKE IN THOSE STORIES!!!! EVER!!!!... And if I do, they will be off the record." I smiled a huge smile.

With that note, I returned to the story after a giant rule book fell from the heavens and squashed me.

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I saw Melissa the Great Arc Angel organizing the zombies into a "Zombie Lives Matter" riot, call it what it is, and marching toward Martin Luther King Boulevard and Ponce De Leon Avenue while shouting "Braaaaaains." Yes, Georgia, you need brains. And I need to get the fuck out of Georgia. She played Latin American music as she and the zombies marched and danced.

The goat waited for me. "Have you composed yourself?"

"Yeah. These crazy angels made me work in a burntass building with zombies. Thank GAAHHDD, the female crazy angel organized the zombies into a riot to go to downtown Atlanta. This be cray! The FBI gonna have they hands full with that!.... Mhhhhhmmmm!!! Russia and China got plenty o'time to come up in here and starting takin' over shit. These motha fuckas in this country be stupid as hell man!" a thinner pig said over the phone as she bobbed her head and laughed loudly.

She had a point. I'm letting the FBI deal with that shit. Fuck all of that.

"Hang on, goat. I have not fully composed myself," I said as I went to the burnt ashes that used to be my office. I sang an angelic song about resigning from this God-Forsaken job to the Heavens.

The face of Ahayah shown through the clouds. He spoke in a language that only angels and very few humans knew. He said something that could be roughly translated as, "Duly noted."

A horde of zombies started eating the flesh of one of the goat secretaries.

She screamed and bleated, "I SHOULD HAVE QUIT MY JOB LAST WEEK WHEN I HAD THE CHAAAAAAANCE!" Her hooves were in the air, and she was begging Ahayah to take her soul to heaven with him.

He took her soul to Heaven. Fly on, great goat woman. Her soul bleated in happiness, and she turned into a lamb. The lamb bleated and galloped up in the sky to Ahayah.

One zombie hobbled over with the bottle of barbecue sauce I kept in the fridge for moments like this. He poured some on the goat flesh. One zombie literally began to eat her pussy. Necrophilia at its finest. Welcome to the office.

The swamp from Gwinnett County Fire Station 32 swallowed our office building after the zombies finished eating her flesh, and we entered "Doing Business As Swamp Business."

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King Joebear growled and was eating a large barbecue chicken leg. That big black bear was wearing a crown. Xara walked in the woods naked.

Should I have averted my eyes?

Zombies were walking behind her before they gang-banged her.

I guess not.

There were days I wanted to violate her temple as much as they wanted to. I never had my chance. I shall never. There is too much off-the-record material to explain my reasons. I was in a freezer, but I was not frozen. The series that will never be written: Frozen: The Non-Disney Adventures of Count Macrula and His Lengthy Visit to Hotel Transylvania in Wintertime.

"Bae Whuhh!!!!" she shouted. "Join us."

"JOIN US, BAE WHUHHH!!!" the zombies shouted.

Xara and the zombies then danced to seriously spicy salsa music.

But King Joebear's fat ass was not ready to dance to seriously spicy salsa. He was taking a shit that made even swamps smell like fresh cut roses. It seems that the sewer was flying out of King Joebear's sacred fat ass. Holy Shit that bear had a fat ass.

A young black and white cat named Miss Oreo came storming into the swamp. Kissy, their female orange cat that grew to be twice the size she was months ago, followed Miss Oreo. Garfield's soul had just left his body to be with Ahayah.

Kissy introduced me to being part of this Swamp Business.

I screamed and brought more humidity upon them. A wall of rain fell from the sky.

"Hoowoo Bae Whuhh you sexy!" Xara said. At that moment, she started her period. She had swamp vagina. She needed business more than ever. "BAE WHUHH!!! I NEED BUSINESS BAEWHUHH!!!"She was also crying because she missed Garfield.

"Kissy! Kissy!" King Joebear said in a low melodic voice. "I need you, Kissy Kissy."

Kissy ran over there to lay with him. Oh Shit! They were about to cry.

King Joebear called to his wife, "Bae! Come lay with me!"

Xara laid with her bear. A barbeque chicken pizza fell out of the sky. Her bear ate pizza. She ate pizza.

Count Macula, Jr. walked over to them while he was eating pizza. He was still a forever young white cub. Apparently, he was also in a freezer.

The Apparently Kid from YouTube yelled "APPARENTLY" before the remaining cast of PeeWee Herman shouted while wearing zombie masks.

A YouTube ad was shown on one of the trees in the swamp. The narrator's voice boomed, "COMING SOON, A STORY THAT WILL WARM YOUR HEART, RATTLE YOUR BRAIN, AND SEND YOU IN ANOTHER DIMENSION. DISNEY'S NEW FILM: COUNT MACULA, JR. CLIMBS A WINTERY MOUNTAIN IN TRANSYLVANIA TO FIND HIS FAMILY THAT HAD BEEN ABDUCTED BY THE FBI. HE FINDS MANY FRIENDS ALONG THE WAY, AND THEY CLIMB A MOUNTAIN TOGETHER AND FORM A BOND LIKE NO OTHER. WHAT DO THEY FIND? ONLY THE FBI KNOWS."

The video shows the title: FROZEN: COUNT MACULA, JR.'S SAGA.

The narrator continued, "COMING TO A THEATRE NEAR YOU. Youcanonlyenterthetheatreifyouhave receivedtheCoronavirusvaccine."

The ad stopped playing.

"Goddamn the FBI knows my life story. Goddamn the FBI knows my life story. Goddamn the FBI knows my life story. Goddamn the FBI knows my life story. Goddamn the FBI knows my life story. Goddamn the FBI knows my life story. Goddamn the FBI knows my life story.

Goddamn the FBI knows my life story.

Goddamn the FBI knows my life story," Count Macula, Jr. said in his high-pitched Southern accent as he sat down and ate his pizza. "I didn't take the vaccine, so I am not making a dime off of it. They're a bunch of crooks in the Beast system. They will go to Hell for this. They will go to Hell for this. They will go to Hell for this. They will go to Hell for this. They will go to Hell for this. They will go to Hell for this. They will go to Hell for this. They will go to Hell for this."

A super hot curly-haired woman with green eyes and glasses was also eating pizza, but she was dancing in ballet style around in a purple form-fitting crop top and a pink bekini. The bottom of her supple C-cup breasts would show when she jumped in the air. She was 7'4" and looked like an Amazonian woman. I have a boner. She was a perfect hour glass figure, AND I WANT TO VIOLATE HER OVER AND OVER!!!!

Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing and Megara were also eating pizza. They had three female cubs. He sang opera as entertainment for dinner. I sang with him because his voice moved my soul like wind blowing through the trees. He brought life to an otherwise soul of death and destruction. He could be a bear angel, but he has never asked for physical wings or powers.

Paul the Goat rode Hollywood while they both ate pizza.

Kissy, a large orange female cat, then ate Xara's pizza crust and meowed as though she were a wind-up toy. It was the longest and most beautiful meow I had ever heard. I was honored to hear it once more.

Her meow called upon me. THAT'S MY CUE!!!

--------------------------------------------------------------------I descended from the Heavens as quickly as I could. Nothing in my life was more urgent than answering the call of that beautiful, angelic meow. KISSY! I COME TO THEE!

Count Macula, Jr. blinked as he looked at me and took a bite of his pizza. "Apparently we have entered Heaven. This pizza tastes like Heaven. Excuse me. I have a cub call to make. I have a cub call to make. I have a cub call to make. I have a cub call to make. I have a cub call to make. I have a cub call to make. I have a cub call to make. I have a cub call to make," he spoke before he growled a great cub growl eight times.

Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing did some vocal exercises before he, too, joined in bear chorus.

King Joebear growled in bear chorus before Miss Oreo stole a bite of pizza from him. "OREO, lay down!" he growled at her. Miss Oreo stared at him before she continued to chew.

Paul the Goat bleated before Hollywood neighed loudly.

The super hot curly-haired woman with green eyes and glasses started to bleat before she looked up at me and asked, "Who the hell are you?"

I spoke with vigor, "I am Macrula, a dark angel with regrets, angel wings of redemption, and have traveled across many planes of existence. A cat called upon me. What shall she have me do?"

I have a boner. I could not describe how much I wanted to pull that Amazonian woman's long brown curly hair and use it as a handle to yank her pussy back and forth on my cock. GODDAAMN!!!!!

Kissy looked at Miss Oreo. Miss Oreo looked at Kissy. They were confused cats.

I spoke again, "I heard a cat that sounded like a wind-up toy." Then I thought, 'And if I am not careful, I will defile this woman in front of you kittens.'

Kissy looked at me and meowed again. "Sorry about that. I was excited about pizza crust. When I eat pizza crust, I'm in heaven. Thank you for coming."

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HYPOCRISY IS BAD, BUT YOU’RE WORSE

“I like the Walrus best," said Alice, "because you see he was a little sorry for the poor oysters.” “He ate more than the Carpenter, though,” said Tweedledee. “You see he held his handkerchief in front, so that the Carpenter couldn't count how many he took: contrariwise.” “That was mean!” Alice said indignantly. “Then I like the Carpenter best—if he didn't eat so many as the Walrus.” “But he ate as many as he could get,” said Tweedledum. This was a puzzler. After a pause, Alice began, “Well! They were both very unpleasant characters—” (Through the Looking-Glass)

This is a moviepost—extensive spoilers follow for Death Proof, Jackie Brown, and Inglourious Basterds—and I wrote it mostly because I wanted to talk about some movies. But first, a topical tie-in:

There is always an outside that a person considers unworthy of life...The individual progressive or racist may never say that the outside is unworthy of rights, but they feel it. This is what is meant by that line from Inglorious Bastards when the character of Lt. Aldo Raine says; the "Nazi ain't got no humanity. They're the foot soldiers of a jew-hating, mass-murdering maniac and they need to be de-stroyed!"

Here we have a thirst to destroy the perceived inferior, except instead of a racist seeking the end of Jews it is the progressive liberal seeking the genocide of racists. That's irony.

And understand what is happening here. Aldo Raine is really a proxy for Quentin Tarantino. Tarantino is the one speaking, not Brad Pitt. The man is very left-wing and he wrote the script. That move is essentially an exposition of the directors [sic] politics.

The above quote is taken from The Anti-Puritan. Exactly what it sounds like: dude read three Moldbug posts and now thinks he can write. The specifics of this guy’s bad opinions are not that interesting—would you believe that even the videogame industry has been corrupted by cultural Marxism?—but perhaps something can be learned from the framing:

A climate scientist drives to an important summit on global warming. On the way there, he fills up his tank with gas. The only reason oil companies are in business and climate change is occurring is because of people like him who fill up their tanks with gas. Their payments make climate change possible. The payments are the reason Exxon, Shell and BP exist.

A feminist complains about the cis het patriarchy. Her boyfriend, whom she spreads her legs for, is tall, strong, confident, manly, and "dominant" in every way. Fucking dominant men is the reason they exist, the reason they will continue to exist, and the cultural incentive to become dominant...She and billions of other women perpetuate "the patriarchy" with their sexual choices. Patriarchy exists because of them.

A college professor complains about McDonald's. She has eaten fast food from a burger restaurant recently. She, and millions [of] others, are the reason McDonald's exists. (Source)

Let’s accept that there’s a lot to unpack here and move on. Focus instead on the form of the argument: tu quoque, again and again. The feebler the discourse the more accusations of hypocrisy (Bush Lied, Barack Hussein’d) because hypocrisy doesn’t require knowledge of anything but pre-algebra logic. Even a child can identify a contradiction: “But mom! You said—!”

This is precisely the skull malformation that has constricted discussion of the protestors who identify as “Antifascist Action” and are derided as the “alt-left.” Antifa has already become a perennial non-issue where all opinions are based on anecdote and there are plenty of anecdotes to go around; no one has skin in the game, anyone can upvote, and measurable achievements are dwarfed by spikes of indignation like hypertensive hemorrhages into America’s brain. If you don’t believe me, you haven’t been watching the stock prices of PP, NRA, PETA, and BLM.

Antifa now faces the two attacks that were long ago formulated against other activist groups. One: antifa is composed of violent morons who carry upon them body and pubic lice species yet to be classified by science. Two: antifa is counterproductive to their stated goal, e.g. getting to whack-a-mole pamphleteers is actually a powerful incentive to suffer for fashion.

I suspect both criticisms are true, but whatever—does the first imply the second? Is violence bad even when it is effective? Because if it isn’t, then claiming that “antifa are thugs too!” is worse than useless. Your opponent can simply reply, “So what? Nazi ain't got no humanity.” And now that you’ve cried wolf, that guy won’t listen when you claim that, in this instance, violence might not work. So you better be damn sure about your answer: what price should be paid for the sin of hypocrisy?

There is always an outside that a person considers unworthy of life...

Quentin Tarantino has dedicated his career to answering this question. 

QT has seen too many movies for it to be any other way. If you consume enough art across epoch and genre, you can’t help arrive at the Susan Sontag #redpill that content doesn’t matter all that much. All art is genre fiction no matter the pretensions and our lizard brain judges accordingly. Sure, thematic analysis is fun to play with after the fact, but if a movie has the right tropes in the right places—femme fatales, tough muchachos, pretty pictures, happy ending—well, you can convince yourself of just about anything.

Take, for example, Death Proof. Genre: exploitation/slasher. Synopsis: hot babes go for a night out, ex-stuntman stalks and runs ‘em down in a death-proof car; stuntman rinses and repeats with another girl gang except they turn the tables and Mortal Kombat his thoracic spine. Rating: extremely badass, you should check it out, anyone who tells you different is a pleb.

Namely: some people complain that the movie has too many scenes of girls talking and that their QT-isms are an unrealistic depiction of an actual group chat. The characters bicker lewdly, if that’s a thing, alternating between weirdly masculine sex-as-status teasing and pledges of undying affection, the verbal equivalent of a catfight, which is maybe how a creepy foot fetishist would imagine female dialogue, but...

Nope, still pleb. Tarantino wasn’t the first guy to invoke this trope, it’s part of the DNA of the slasher genre, as old as Jamie Lee Curtis getting razzed for her virginity in Halloween. Misogyny, maybe, but also content is a spook. Slasher movies have to fill 70 minutes before the eponymous slashing, and they also have to make you care about the outcome of said slashing without humanizing the characters so much that you get all Marley and Me when they die. 

What’s the secret? Status games, the less nuance the better. Boys would watch paint dry if you said it was a grudge match. Catfighting is no different than the elaboration of powers in a shonen manga or the suspicious glares exchanged between heist movie protagonists: it creates tension. Different value systems have been described, there can only be one, now you’re rooting for process of elimination to reveal the truth. No—you identify with that process. Hail Gnon. You could make a movie with men playing status games and being killed off by women and men would still find it hot; I know this because of female horrorcore rappers but also because this movie is called Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! and it’s 10/10. Incidentally:

This is referenced again in the final scene of the film, in which the viewer cheers on our group of heroines as they beat to death a pleading, injured man.

Here’s the hot take: tote bag feminists are wrong to think that drawing boobs on Powergirl is a male attempt to diminish her power. On the contrary, the more vampire slaying the better. Sexualization is an attempt to gain access to female power: if she wants The Phallus badly enough, she might just lend her power to you. Obverse: men are idiots for thinking that the existence of rape fantasies means that women secretly want to be raped. There’s an image floating around the manosphere about that terrorist with a heart of gold, Ted Kaczynski, who was gauche with ladies in the free world but deluged in love letters upon his incarceration. Before you can say medium = message, someone tragically rendered celibate by their 23andMe results will point to this as proof that women “only want serial killers.” Newsflash: Kaczynski is serving eight life sentences without possibility of parole. Do you think the fangirls didn’t know that? Rape fantasies (theoretically “hot”) are qualitatively different than being raped (“unimaginably horrific”) because you construct the former, can turn it off at any time. The fantasy victim is assaulted by a terrible power, but the person who selects and controls that power is...

Of course it is, cough, problematic, that slasher movie girls display power through HPV vaccinations while male zombie apocalypse survivors soliloquize on whether suicide is inevitable in the absence of God. But once you sexistly set up that women should be valued by their sin, the wages = death equation is not in and of itself misogynistic. No, it’s just inevitable: sex-as-status tension can only be relieved in two ways and one of them is frowned upon in theaters. Film crit cliché and Kraftwerk song, I know, but: watching a movie renders you impotent—you can’t interact with the sexy image on the screen—except through what the camera will allow.

That’s why you are complicit in the murders that occur in the first half of Death Proof. The ex-stuntman—old, a teetotaler, star of TV shows long forgotten (and played by once-famous Kurt Russell)—is as impotent as you are, capable of getting a deleted scene lap dance but zero penetration, and when he gets in his car to commit vehicular homicide x4, he looks at the camera and smiles. Because you’re right there with him, waiting for the money shot. It would be nice to fuck, but you’ll settle for a murder. Except when it actually happens, played four times for your amusement, it’s horrible—a face melted off by a tire, a wet leg flapping in the street. Throw in a Wilhelm scream. Wasn’t that what you wanted? Are you not entertained?

It’s all perspective, my man. For all the short shorts and naughty words, the girls plan and backup plan ways to prevent unwanted sexual advances; two of them have boyfriends and one is texting a crush trying to seal the deal; they discuss and decide against inviting the opposite sex to their lakeside vacation. But that’s not what you see from the outside. That’s not where your attention is drawn, wandering the club and editing your .jpg of grievances. For you, dancefloor means sex, choker necklace means slut, and being a slut means she would never sleep with you. That’s a personal insult. And that means that nothing else matters.

Which is insane. This isn’t an argument for or against promiscuity, the point is you don’t even know promiscuity looks like. You know symbols, and for that matter, why those symbols, where did you learn those? Brazzers? If you’re gonna be mad at a thing you should at least be mad at the thing itself, not at whatever fucked up fetish you’ve imposed on reality.

There’s a scene midway through the movie where QT tips his hand. The second girl gang is lounging in a car, one of them dangling her feet out the window. The ex-stuntman approaches, you assume his perspective, and maybe because it’s an old grindhouse film...

...but the color goes out, and everything is black and white.

Which, speaking of:

Jackie Brown is first and foremost a movie about being extremely cool all the time (you should watch it). The plot is an excuse: briefly, Pam Grier (airline stewardess), Robert Forster (bail bondsman), Samuel L Jackson (arms dealer), Robert De Niro (ex-convict), Bridget Fonda (stoner surfer chick) and a couple Feds each try to nab a briefcase holding $500K.

Jackie Brown is secondarily a movie about how race shapes each and every human interaction, but that description makes it sound like a Very Special Episode, and that couldn’t be more wrong. The movie is gleefully amoral, in fact lapses from pure MacGuffinism are treated as intolerable weakness, e.g. Jackson to De Niro:

ORDELL: You know what your problem is, Louis?

Louis doesn't say anything, he just puts his hands in his pockets.

ORDELL: You think you're a good guy. When you go into a deal you don't go in prepared to take that motherfucker all the way. You go in looking for a way out. And it ain't cause you're scared neither. It's cause you think you're a good guy, and you think there's certain things a good guy won't do. That's where we're different, me and you. Cause me, once I decide I want something, ain’t a goddam motherfuckin' thing gonna stop me from gittin' it. I gotta use a gun get what I want, I'm gonna use a gun. Nigga gets in my way, nigga gonna get removed. Understand what I'm saying?

Apparently not, because De Niro later makes this mistake and gets popped.

For these characters, race is just another weapon. When Jackson meets Forster for the first time, he lights a cigarette, puts his feet up on the desk, and taps out the ash in a partly full coffee cup. Then he points out a photo of Forster with a black employee. “Y’all tight?” “Yeah.” “But you his boss though, right?” “Yeah.” “Bet it was your idea to take that picture too, wasn’t it...?” In their second encounter, Jackson, trying to get bail for Grier, pulls the same trick:

ORDELL: Man, you know I'm good for it. Thousand bucks ain't shit. 

MAX: If I don't see it in front of me, you're right. It ain't shit. 

ORDELL: Man, you need to look at this with a little compassion. Jackie ain't no criminal. She ain't used to this kinda treatment. I mean, gangsters don't give a fuck - but for the average citizen, coupla nights in County fuck with your mind. 

MAX: Ordell, this isn't a bar, an you don't have a tab. 

ORDELL: Just listen for a second. We got a forty-year-old, gainfully employed black woman, falsely accused - 

MAX: Falsely accused? She didn't come back from Mexico with cocaine on her?

ORDELL: Falsely accused of Intent. If she had that shit - and mind you, I said "if" - it was just her shit to get high with. 

MAX: Is white guilt supposed to make me forget I'm running a business?

But Forster—male lead, the “good guy”—plays his version of the race card and flips the script.

Example 2: Bridget Fonda, surfer gal, plots to betray Jackson, who “moves his lips when he reads,” "let's say he's streetwise, I'll give him that.” But Jackson knows that she sees him that way, it makes her predictable, which is why he can keep her around: “You can’t trust Melanie, but you can always trust Melanie to be Melanie.”

That’s not the half of it. Jackson talks a soon-dead man into getting in the trunk of an Oldsmobile, houses a homeless addict in Compton and tells her it’s Hollywood; he lies effortlessly, and when drafting your fantasy friend group you should be aware that people who lie effortlessly do it because it’s fun. Threatening someone gets you an automaton who will system 2 your demands and nothing more. Deceiving someone gives you control over that person’s soul. So Fonda’s stoned delusions of manipulating him—which in fact make her easier to manipulate—are part of her appeal. Translated: “She ain't as pretty as she used to be, and she bitch a whole lot more than she used to...But she white.”

Except Fonda is manipulating him. She’s spent her adulthood as the side piece for Dubai businessmen and Japanese industrialists who—though she doesn’t even speak the language—get off on the fact that she’s a haughty blonde who thinks she’s better than them, thinks she can manipulate them. But since they’re paying for rent and weed, doesn’t that mean...?

Example 3: Pam Grier as Jackie Brown.

From more Sam Jackson than Sam Jackson to mumblecore for Medicare, Jackie outsmarts everyone and it’s not even close. The Feds lean into their uniforms but she doesn’t miss a beat: urbane dinner guest in one scene, “panicked, defensive, unreasonable black woman” in another. Of course the movie ends the way it does, of course. Jackson steps into a dark room. Jackie screams “he’s got a gun!” And a cop pulls the trigger. You can’t always beat the system, but if you try sometimes, it just might beat who you need.

Why does Jackie win? The canon explanation is that she’s an airline stewardess: her job is to tell people of all origins what they want to hear. The meta explanation is she’s played by blaxploitation star Pam Grier. The gimmick of Grier movies like Coffy and Foxy Brown is their exaggeration of the audience’s favored tropes re: sex and race—say, hypersexuality and fashionable/wearable blackness. But the punchline of these films is that on-screen, Pam Grier with an afro is disguising herself as an high-class escort to fool the baddies: “The gentlemen you’ll be meeting this evening have a preference for…your type.” And then she kills them.

So it’s true that these films let you "exploit” a caricature, but the flip side is that anyone who can turn that caricature on and off gets to exploit you. And that seems to be Jackie Brown’s realist take: not that racism is the Original Sin for which Thou Must Atone—because everyone sees race and is selfish besides—but rather that it makes you a sucker. And the flip side: by capitalism or by meme magic, the world will always conspire to show you what you want to see. Choose wisely.

If Jackie Brown accepts that racism is inevitable, Inglourious Basterds sets out to prove that it’s also kind of fun.

It’s telling that Inglourious Basterds posters are push-pinned on the walls of fraternity houses right next to Scarface and The Wolf of Wall Street. Three movies, three sets of protagonists who happen to be amoral, masculine, and white. Sounds like a diss, but who are creatine-chugging white boys supposed to look up to? Chris Pratt? You can just tell that guy was grown in a test tube. There’s a reason Tarantino movies are popular and there’s a reason I’m talking about them instead of Buñuel or Tarkovsky and it has something to do with “making intensive use of a major language” and the twenty-somethings desperate to identify with a character named “Bear Jew.” And the above scene is indeed, “sick af.” Goes off without a hitch except when the Nazi says that he got his medals for bravery, and then there’s a split-second of—what, annoyance? Like, stick to the script, asshole. You’re sure as hell gonna get it now.

But I’m sure you’re aware that’s the joke, that once you got Ennio Morricone in the background you can justify anything. The Basterds “ain’t in the prisoner taking business”; they scalp the dead and maim the witnesses they leave alive. There’s no panorama of concentration camp horrors, no humanizing backstory, no evidence of any softness save boyish joy in the art of cruelty. Halfway through the film a young man celebrating the birth of his son is shot dead after surrendering in a Mexican standoff; the Basterds shrug and move on. At the climax of the film, a movie theatre full of Germans is exploded, shot, and burned to death. The modern viewer can’t help but cheer.

The opening chapter, Colonel Hans Landa vs. the outgroup under the floorboards, sways your sympathies in the opposite direction. No, it doesn’t make you hate the French or the Jews. But the tension—the silence and the ticking and the mounting requests and insinuations—is so unbearable that you can’t help but wish for someone to pull the Band-Aid. And the camera can’t do that. Only characters can. Only the character driving the action, and Landa drives the action in his every appearance. Something has to happen—and like the man onscreen, you cave.

Hans Landa alone seems to understand that he’s in a movie, which is perhaps why he’s so polite, so witty, so manically overacted. Perhaps this is how he sees through the Allies’ tricks and disguises: he assumes everyone else is an actor as well. And perhaps this is the apologia for his crimes: he’s just playing a role. The Basterds loathe the Nazis, but Landa bears no animosity towards the Jews, can empathize with them quite easily—it’s just, he likes to play detective and the Nazis were hiring. Is that really worse? Didn’t both the Walrus and the Carpenter eat as many as they could get?

And so, near the end of the film, when Landa cuts a deal to exchange his Hugo Boss for Levi Strauss, he asks of his prisoners the one question that would matter to a character in a period piece: “What shall the history books read?”

Landa’s argument, of course, is a load of shit.

In Inglourious Basterds, every disguise fails. The British film critic-turned-agent is unable to play the Nazi he’s seen on-screen. The German actress is revealed to be an Allied spy. The vengeful Shosanna is revealed as a sweet Jewish girl; the baby-faced Nazi lusting after her is shown to be a monster. The propaganda film burns. Only Lieutenant Aldo Raine and one Basterd make it out alive, and that’s because they’re American, i.e. monolingual.

Perception is a slave to narrative, but narrative has zip zero zilch nada to do with reality. The author is dead. Was Triumph of the Will a “good movie,” technically proficient and even emotionally moving? Absolutely. Could the director’s intentions have been “good,” apolitical, an attempt at beauty but nothing more? Unlikely in this case, but possible. But was Triumph of the Will “good”?

This is the obvious yet unswallowable truth: sometimes good people do bad things. “Nazi ain't got no humanity”? How many films have Nazis with wives, mistresses, children, pub games, medals for bravery? And yet Lieutenant Raine’s opening polemic is correct: the foot soldiers of the Third Reich worked for a Jew-hating, mass-murdering maniac: they needed to be destroyed. Reality isn’t Disney, where internal beauty works its way external. Reality isn’t even so kind as to match intentions with consequences. The American (Union) soldiers fighting against the Nazis (Confederacy) may have been motivated by every bit as much hatred and bloodlust, and yet they were necessary, they were the good guys. FYI—that’s irony.

“So you’re saying we should punch the alt-right?” Are you an idiot? The Nazis weren’t bad because they were Nazis, they were bad because of the things they did. If you actually think that punching a teenage Kekistani is going to bring down the New World Order, go ahead, but stop pushing the pillow of identity over the mouth of reality.

The goal of the System, the sum of vectors going both left and right, is to keep people arguing about abstractions of violence so they won’t deign to consider the ugliness of pragmatism. The radical left will asseverate that violence is justified, refusing to question whether their particular brand of protest is effective; the alt-right will keep rallying against cropped image lunatics, the finest examples of white genocide the media has to offer, never seriously considering that sometimes people lie on the internet; and “““centrists””” will deduce that since violence is never okay, since everyone is so irrational, nothing can be done. But that’s still a perspective: it’s the perspective of the camera.

Fuck that. This essay is a condemnation of anyone who thinks that the hypocrisy of the outgroup disproves their complaint, of anyone who thinks that good intentions are enough to absolve you from sin:

You don’t get to forget what you are.

[ao3feed-bakudeku]

by wintersadness

•—•

Blood was everywhere. There was so much blood.

Bakugou watched as clusters of things feasted on bodies lying on the streets, the sound of screams increasing tenfold. It was too loud—he couldn’t breathe. His chest rose and fell quickly, his heartbeat was pounding in his ears—so loud. He needed air—

Bakugou felt Kirishima put a hand on his shoulder, and whisper in his ear, “We need to go.”

So they left. They ran and ran, Mina’s eyes filled with tears, Kaminari’s throat constricting as he fought off the urge to vomit, Sero’s face covered in sweat, and Kirishima’s usually sparkly eyes, blank. Bakugou was coming down from the panic attack, but the feeling of fear stuck, because—what the fuck did he just watch?

•—•

So this is my first time posting on here, and although this fic isn’t finished I still wanted to post it and see if it gets any reactions.

I’m very, very new to writing. Well—it’s been years since I last wrote a story. (I was in year 3 so...)

I hope you guys enjoy what I’ve written so far, I’ll post the rest of the one-shot once I’ve finished writing it :)

Words: 4427, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Kirishima Eijirou, Shinsou Hitoshi, Eri (My Hero Academia), Sero Hanta, Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, shinsou hitoshi/kaminari denki, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo

Additional Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Adopted Eri (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Minor Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku is a Nerd, Bottom Midoriya Izuku, Cute Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Ashido Mina is a Good Friend, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi Friendship, Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, I’m super new to this and I have no idea what I’m doing, this is a sample of a one shot I’ve yet to complete, please show it love, my ego is super low, this is really long, im super sorry, Or am I, I am, can we all just appreciate how good the apocalypse would look on Bakugou, like he’d slay, Eventual Smut, Eventual relationship, ok I think that’s it

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