I'll Just Take This As Me Getting A Blizzard From Dairyqueen

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-antis DNI-

Sumeru 🌱🌿🍃⚡️

Ryomen Sukuna

TW: captive reader, no-name character deaths, Sukuna in general

fem reader

Sukuna, in his true form some thousand years ago, carrying you on his arm so that your feet and dress don’t stain with the blood on the floor. A sea of carnage he’d laid to waste only a moment ago—soldiers sent to slaughter the monster’s concubine, a heathenness whore. They’d fallen no different from flowers trampled underfoot.

It's a tragedy. If anyone could free you from his prison, it would have been them.

A heavy finger catches the tear dribbling down your face before it can fall to join the red below. “Don’t water them with your tears,” he says, bringing the droplet to his lips. “Not even in death do they deserve it.”

You view his second face—the warped array of eyes upon an inhuman mask—as a punishment from the Gods for his vile ways. 

“Did you think I’d find it flattering?” you ask sharply through the sorrow. “Murder in my name?”

Nothing betrays the look in his garnet eyes, nor does the way he holds you. He simply lets you sit there, upon him like a thrown, admonishing him no less—as if he hadn’t just saved your life from a thousand swords.

“I don’t,” you bite out when he doesn’t answer. “It sickens me. I curse whichever part of me attracted such a monster.”

That makes him smile. “I’m afraid that’s all of you, turtledove.” He turns you around in his many arms and lays you to rest like a bride. “From your toes to the finest hair atop your head—I covet it all—like treasure.”

He doesn’t rush while wading through the filth who’d tried to take you away from him, basking in their still-warm blood as if soaking his feet with their failure. He would have made it long-lasting if they’d come close enough to breathe the same air as you. But since you’d begged for him to spare them, he’d acted with mercy—making their deaths quick and all but painless.

The things he does for you.

“Does it frighten you to be the only one I care about?” he asks.

You look disgusted. He finds it rather cute.

 “No,” you reply. “It simply hurts.”

He throws his head back and laughs then—boisterously. The echo rings throughout the temple, even making ripples in the red. When he looks down at you again, he bears a great smile.

“Fine then, as you wish.” Evidence of his amusement remains while he speaks. “I won’t subject you to any more carnage from this moment onward.”

You know better than to take him for his word—especially when that awful grin stretches his face.

“No, I shall rather keep you tucked away where no one will ever dare go looking—and before I even dare come see you myself, I’ll make sure to have washed the filth off first so as not to trouble your pretty head with my savage habits. Now, does that sound satisfactory to you, my Queen?”

He’s mocking you, you surmise—cooing at you, laughing at the way you mourn. But it shouldn’t surprise you. If he can rip people to shreds without so much as batting any of his eyes, making light of their deaths isn’t all that more of an offense.

“All this inanity has given me an appetite,” he states with a hearty sigh—dismissing any further argument. “Let’s find Uraume and eat.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA masterlist ♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN masterlist

my Partner : (not answering their phone) Me : (about to cry) THEY HATE ME! THEY FOUND SOMEONE ELSE My Partner: I'm at work Me: (frazzeled) I need to calm down

“Oh my god you’re a writer? Can I read your stuff?”

A horrendous monster with brittle bones, long and lanky, something hidden in the shadows almost like a sleep paralysis demon but it has a flower crown of daisies

explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

go!

╰┈➤ laying in bed with your lover, fluffy prompt list

☆ stolen morning kisses

☆ leaving a trail of rumpled sheets

☆ kissing your lovers neck while they shy away from your morning breath

☆ making suggestive dirty jokes

☆ trailing your fingers against their exposed back

☆ kissing them awake

☆ playing with their hands while you lay on their chest

☆ saying you’ll make breakfast in 5 minutes every 5 minutes but never moving from your position

☆ playing with their hair while they sleep on your chest

☆ stroking your lovers arm to wake them up

☆ confessing love in different languages so they don’t understand

☆ confessing love while they’re tired so they don’t remember

☆ holding them while they sleep talk

☆ placing shoulder kisses while they sleep

☆ giggling while they stir in their sleep

☆ laughing as your pet comes and sits with you guys in bed

☆ waking up to a burnt attempt at making breakfast from your lover, that you both laugh off

☆ making them brush their teeth before kissing you because of their morning breath

☆ waking up to your favourite drink order (they remembered<3)

☆ kissing them as a bribe to keep them in bed

@celestialwrites for more<3

If you’re reading this: this is your sign that your WIP is worth writing, is worth the effort, and that you are doing great. Keep going, take breaks, reflect. But do not lose sight of how far you’ve come on this project! You can do it!

She peaked up hearing a voice that sounded similar, noticing herself. Which must have been the man who Blizzard had swapped bodies with, "Oh hello."

Even after ordering the ice cream, the voice still caught her off guard, setting her hand on her chest with a slight tap of her open hand then moved it back down as she smiled to him, "I'm glad we were able to find each other."

What if our muses swapped bodies?

He'd notice as soon as he woke up! He'd just be really, really confused by how thin his arm is and how it's not quite blocking the light out of his face the way it should… but his first assumption would be that it's kind of nostalgic and like being a little kid again. Like, really little, since he was kind of chubby quite early on, so...

He'd just think he's dreaming and roll over. ... then get really confused, not just by, uh, the suddenly very different figure, but also, the hair? Whose hair is this? Lavender? ... he didn't dye it, he sure as heck didn't grow it out, he'll have to sit up, trace this hair to... his own head?!

He'd freak out, check a mirror, scream--scare himself even MORE by screaming in a woman's voice--and try to contact people he knows and trusts (Bashou, Vicious, etc.), first announcing in an utter panic that he woke up a woman and ask if they know if the Professor experimented on him or something, etc.

It'll probably take him a moment to realize, wait, he remembers this body and this hair... that girl who drew on him once?! Did he even have her number?! Did she do this?! He'll want to track down Blizzard and figure this out, maybe she has his body?!