people will hear you talk about struggling with mental illness and say “you can do anything if you just put your mind to it”. brother what part of the body does the mental illness happen in. what do you think is the problem
— summary; you think that sanzu looks good with his hair up, and tell him exactly that
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❋ You bump into Sanzu, Ran and Rindou as they’re leaving the interrogation room. You’re deep in conversation with the resident nurse, but you don’t miss the frown twisting up Sanzu’s face. Blood is splattered across his suit, and he’s scrubbing at his skin with a towel to remove the last few flecks still clinging stubbornly to his face and his hair.
❋ He’s grumbling to Ran and Rindou about how messy the last session was, and how it’ll take him ages to get the blood out.
❋ You tell the nurse to go on ahead, and walk over to Sanzu, who arches an eyebrow at your approach.
❋ “Let me help. This should make it easier, and the blood won’t get into your hair next time.”
❋ Whisking your fingers through Sanzu’s hair, and inwardly marvelling at how silky smooth the strands feel against your skin, you gather his hair up into a high ponytail and secure it with the fuzzy scrunchie from your wrist.
❋ “You look cute like this. You should wear your hair up more often.”
❋ You smile shyly at him, and hurry to catch up with the nurse.
❋ You don’t see how Sanzu’s face turns a bright shade of red as his mind finally registers your words, or hear the choked, funny sound caught in his throat.
❋ Ran and Rindou do, though. And they make no attempts to conceal their amusement once you’re out of earshot. Bursting into loud, boisterous laughter, making weird and grotesque faces, and puckering their lips. Mimicking your voice, and cooing at Sanzu, “Oh, Sanzu, you’re so handsome with your hair up! I’m in love with you, Sanzu! Let’s get married, Sanzu!”
❋ Basically, they do everything in their power to piss off Sanzu. And it works. He flips them off, and leaves in a huff, trying to ignore the sound of laughter grating incessantly upon his nerves.
❋ The next day, you catch a glimpse of Sanzu wearing his hair up, in the exact style you said you’d liked.
❋ And when you smile at him once again, Sanzu has to ignore the fluttering in the pit of his stomach … And the mocking laughter coming from Ran and Rindou by his side.
genre. enemies to lovers, historical, romance, smut
s. sometimes home is not just four walls, it’s his eyes and the beating of his heart — ’If you’re determined to think me a monster, then I’ll play monster for you’
an. domestic!sukuna my beloved — rbs are appreciated | m.list
Since you came into this world they have kept telling you that you are special.
You are so special that many want you but for the safety of the whole country no one can and should have you.
You have never been told the reason for this, the only thing you know is that you must run and hide.
Escorted everywhere by sorcerers and soldiers, you have never really felt special. You never knew that warmth of a home or someone who really cared about you. You were a mere job to them.
Wherever they sent you, you were not welcome. “It will lead to the destruction of our village” is what they shouted before they locked themselves in their houses and came out only once your departure.
It happened sometimes that you heard the news of some village you had just passed through having been destroyed. The villagers dead and the rest set on fire.
Twenty years of hiding and fleeing, however, led nowhere. Not now, that you are lying wounded on the ground. Around you everything burns, houses, fields and the corpses of the men who were trying to protect you.
Now that he is in front of you, you understand the reason for everything.
an. i can’t even remember the last time i wrote for this fandom but i miss draken so <3 rbs are appreciated | m.list
𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍
His lips curl in a smirk as you dig your nails into his pecs and lower yourself a little more onto his length.
“You’re such a good girl,” Draken coos grabbing your hips to support you.
You can’t help it and moan breathlessly as you work your hips to meet his, “yo-you’re too big ..aha..” you meow trapping your lip between your teeth to cover your lewd moans.
He chuckles. “I know, baby, but you’re doing it so well.” He rises to meet your face and presses sloppy kisses into the crook of your neck as you sob and try to bounce on half of his shaft.
His fingers slide between your sweaty bodies and when he presses on your clit your jaw falls open. “Come on baby, you can cum like that too,” he hums meeting your teary eyes.
“Cum on me, make a mess.” Your fingers wrap in his hair as your walls spasm and clench around his fat girth.
When you gush around him, Draken smiles.
He keeps grinding your bud and you slowly lower yourself onto his cock, squealing his name as you end up sitting in his lap.
“That’s my good girl, now you can ride me good” he coos enjoying your throbbing pussy around his cock and your cum sliding onto his balls.
ღ warnings — f. reader, safe word usage, comfort, overstimulation, fingering in mikeys, degradation, talk of multiple orgasms, empty threats / edging, minimal prep, degradation, rough sex, choking, restraints (with a tie).
ღ note — honestly i really like safe word usage writing cause i love the comfort that comes with it so i thought i’d finally write some of my own >.< these ended up so long i’m sorry!!!
・✶ ｡ﾟ SANO MANJIRO / MIKEY
it’d been obvious he’d had a rough day with how he’d returned home to you, his steps heavy and his eyes almost cold even when they meet yours—unfeeling, it was a sight you weren’t used to and as much as you wanted to make him feel better, you wanted your version of mikey to be the one gazing back at you.
“sit still.” mikey hisses from where he’s looming over you, his tone is sharp and cold as one of his hands squeeze slightly at the sides of your throat, the other keeping up the pace and pressure from where he’s stuffing two of his fingers inside of you, exhaling roughly when your tight walls squeeze around the digits. he hadn’t prepped you as well as he usually would, his mind was too hazy—too messy, so what would normally be a pleasurable ache is replaced this time with a burning sensation when his long fingers sink into your walls, pushing against something that’s almost too deep inside of you that has your thighs closing around his wrist. “mikey, it’s too—“ you squeak, tears pricking at your lashes as he speeds up his ministrations and it hurts, “quit squirming.” he huffs, fingers squeezing almost too tightly around your throat until there’s a dizzy spin in your mind and you kick your feet slightly until the first tear of the night streaks down your cheeks. “red—red, manjiro!” you cry and mikey’s movements stop immediately, the hand that was wrapped around your throat releasing instantly as his palm finds a place against your damp cheek instead and it still feels warm before he looks at you, really looks at you for the first time that night and he’s scrambling to pull you into his arms, smoothing his hands along your trembling figure as he almost breaks, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “i’m so sorry, fuck—so sorry, didn’t mean to hurt you.”
・✶ ｡ﾟ RYUGUJI KEN / DRAKEN
draken was strong, you knew that but he would never go all out with you, not without talking about it before hand atleast — always making sure he wasn’t pushing you past his limits, but tonight was different maybe something had came up at the shop, maybe he was just in a bad mood, something was definitely up.
“k-kenny, it’s too much—“ you cry from where he’s got you folded beneath him, every one of his thrusts clapping as his hips all but bounce against yours, each one driven by the strength in his huge body. draken clenches his jaw, hisses through his teeth as your body jolts underneath him, he feels drunk on you—strong hands squeezing at the fat of your thighs before he’s pushing them tighter against you, uncomfortably so, his pelvis grinding against your clit—swollen from your previous orgasm as his heavy balls smack against your ass with each crushing thrust. it’s too much—you sob again, there’s a ringing in your ears, every brush against your puffy clit is sending a shock of pain straight into your core and you feel so overwhelmed when you claw at his arms, desperate for him to come back to you and just let you breathe for a second. “ken—blue, fuck!” you finally shout and it’s immediate the way draken stills, snaps his head up towards you with a deep frown before he’s pulling back, slowly and gently letting your thighs rest on the mattress below you as you gasp for air, cheeks damp with tears. “holy shit, princess. fuck—cmeer. shit, let me see you.” his touch is gentle this time when he reaches for you, hesitant incase you don’t want him to touch you but he exhales in relief when you scramble closer to him “just need a minute.” allowing him to pull you against his strong chest before he’s cupping your face—frowning down at you affectionately even though he’s internally beating himself up, angry he never noticed you were at your limit before he’s placing a gentle kiss against your forehead as an apology. he holds you a little closer that night, he’d never let that happen again.
・✶ ｡ﾟ HANMA SHUJI
hanma was a tease but he knew when to give you exactly what you wanted but something was different tonight, something a little more unhinged in his grin when he looked at you—bent you over the kitchen counter and the look in the amber eyes staring back at you was almost carnal, something was off.
“can feel you squeezin’ real tight but i told you not to cum didn’t i? you don’t wanna make me mad, right, baby? don’t wanna make me break you.” hanma grunts from where he’s looming over your figure, chuckling lowly into the skin of your shoulder as his fingers squeeze the back of your neck to keep you pressed against the counter. hanma was dangerous—unpredictable, you knew that when you got together but he was different with you, full of empty friends and playful banter but the unsteadiness in his deep tone had you feeling different, almost scared as he slams into you from behind—pace animalistic, heavy and practiced and igniting every nerve ending in your body from where the blunt head of his cock is sliding along your sweet spots but you still jolt when you feel his teeth graze the nape of your neck. hanma growls against your skin, deliberately angling your hips higher against his own so he can shove his cock deeper—deliberately pushing you towards the orgasm he told you you can’t have. “gonna cum? go on—see what happens.” he drawls, long fingers tracing their way between your legs, reaching around to find your clit before he’s toying and rolling at the sensitive bud and your eyes snap open when you feel your orgasm hurtling towards you. “gold, shuji—gold!” you cry before you feel him immediately pull off of your figure, turning you to face him and pulling you flush against his chest while his fingers trace their way along your spine. “let me see you, baby. look at me—“ he drawls, his tone honeyed and there’s a familiarity in the amber gaze that looks at you through the messy curls framing his face this time. “shuji, i was scared.” you sigh and he traces your tear stained cheek with a rough fingertip as he pouts down at you, pecking at your lips softly. “never gonna hurt you, you know i’d kill anyone who ever did, shit—i’d burn the fuckin’ world for you.”
・✶ ｡ﾟ HAITANI RINDOU
rindou could be vocal during sex, normally when he was more frustrated or had gotten into an argument with ran—you normally didn’t mind it as much, but maybe this was a bad one, his words a little sharper than usual and you can’t help but flinch at the venom on his tongue.
“fuck, look at you—so fucking desperate.” rindou grunts, feeling your walls tighten around his cock like a vice as his palm pushes against your pelvis—making him feel like he’s reaching deeper as he fucks into you, violet hair mused as it falls over his narrowed eyes. your body feels like it’s crumbling beneath him, the sharp tone of his voice like venom as it cuts through you and his cock thickens inside of your soaked cunt while the vibration of his groans echo somewhere deep in his chest. the grip he has on your hips feel bruising as your thighs wrap around his waist, one of his hands trailing across you’re skin to grab at your jaw before he’s forcing your gaze to meet the unfamiliar, cold one looking back at you. “this pussy’s all your good for, fuckin’ take it.” rindou grunts, gritting his teeth and you gasp sharply at his words, the sudden remark catching you off guard as you feel something sink in your chest—every unforgiving push of his hips suddenly feeling overwhelming when you feel your gaze turn damp. you grab at him hand, flinching when he immediately shoves you off only to take a pace that’s a little rougher, faster until a sob rakes your body. “purple, rin—stop!” you cry, scrambling away from him when his movements cease and he’s looking at you with wide eyes and parted lips. “shit!” rindou hisses, keeping his distance from where he kneels across from you and he can’t help but feel helpless when he watches you pull your knees towards your face. “babe?” he mumbles, reaching for you and exhaling in relief when you don’t shove him away, his palm smoothing along your calm as he inches closer. “that was so mean, rin.” you admit and you watch his shoulders drop before he’s pulling you tight against him, arms wrapping around with a stability that has you immediately melting into him despite the slight tremble to his arms, a shaking undercurrent to his next words. “fuck—‘m so sorry, you mean the fuckin’ world to me, you know that? can’t live without you.”
・✶ ｡ﾟ SANZU HARUCHIYO
sanzu was always a little softer with you behind closed doors, a little more stable and gentle but that doesn’t mean he didn’t get carried away. in some half hormone drunken haze as he fucks into you, getting too caught up in the moment and not realising his strength or just what he’s pushing you though when he’s got you pinned beneath him.
you’re surprised you can even form a sentence with how hard sanzu is fucking you, his eyes dark and primal as he tugs on the tie that’s tied tightly around your wrist—making you arch almost painfully as he uses his other hand to press your head into the mattress below you. “t-that’s it, fuckin’ just like that, angel—“ sanzu breathes, pink cheeked as his hips slam against yours, the bed creaking as wet squelching noises echo around the room. you let out a babble of his name but it goes unheard when he presses you deeper into the comforter, almost riffing you of the oxygen you had left when he tugs harder on his tie and you can almost feel the burning sensation along your wrist where your skin is being tugged. “haru, need—a break, please!” you try to say but sanzu can barely hear you with the way your walls are spasming and clamping down around him. “there we fuckin’ go.” he grunts, jaw slack while his coloured hair sticks slightly to the sheen of sweat across his forehead and you try to scramble away before he tugs you back by your restraints—the searing pain in your skin making you go almost limp beneath him as you try to call for him, again, using all the strength left in your body to turn your head in his grasp. “pink, haru! let me go!” you cry and you watch panic find home on sanzu’s features when he scrambles to pull you into his arms, a slight tremble to his fingers when he quickly unties you and massages at the reddening, broken skin of your wrist before he’s placing gentle kisses against the skin. “fuck, angel—should’ve realised, so fuckin’ stupid. never meant to hurt you.” he breathes, blinking up at your glassy gaze before you’re wrapping yourself around him and he’s smoothing his fingers soothingly along your skin. “how ‘bout a bath, yeah? get some cream for these. i’ve got you, alright?”
I literally sprinted back to Tumblr like I never left just to post this. Holy hell, I'm still crying. 🤧
And he's voiced by none other than my favorite VA, Miyano Mamoru!!
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH 😭
I have a really interesting story to share regarding this MF here.
Back when the manga just ended and I binged read it, I remember this particular demon really well because he became my favorite. Believe it or not, I became obsessed with him.. (a psychopath with white hair and rainbow eyes?!?! HELL YES)
..to the point where, when I finished the manga, I went straight to AO3 and looked for him everywhere there. 😂
(It's how I found Saltation, @penrose-quinn . I was looking for Douma originally and I stumbled on Muzan. I don't know if you remember but I was the commenter who was blinded by Douma's beauty that I forgot Daki is also one of the physically beautiful demons. 😂)
It wasn't a very fruitful search because Douma isn't animated yet which means he doesn't have the exposure for fanfic writers to notice him and write about him.
One of the main reasons why I was obsessed is because I literally kept imagining Miyano Mamoru's voice when I was reading the manga!! 😂 It wasn't even difficult to manifest his voice as Douma's, it just came so naturally and I didn't have to try hard to imagine it at all.
Which is why when I just found out now that he actually got Douma's role???
I CRIED OMG. 😭 HONESTLY GUYS, I GASPED SO LOUD AND THEN I CRIED WHILE PROCESSING THE INFORMATION BECAUSE IT DIDN'T WANT TO SINK IN YET. 😭
I am just so happy and now I can't wait to see more of Douma, specially with the voice that he has. ❤️
And I can't wait for the AO3 fics that will come too! 😂
A quiz for artists and writers to figure out the primary emotion they create from. 28 questions, 15 results that are about 150 words each, d
hey everyone 👋 take my uquiz i finished and then forgot about for months. it's 28 questions with 15 results and there's no lyrics or pop culture references so it should be friendly to non-americans and people like me who are just out of touch
You create from fear. For almost as long as you can remember, you have been terrified. There is a near constant panic in your chest that threatens to leave you completely petrified. Your art is an attempt to confront what frightens you most, to face it head on rather than always continuing to run away. It is a battle, your best effort at fighting back against the fear filling your chest. You create art about what scares you in order to steel yourself against it. There are easier and more pleasant things to create art about, but you don't want to let your fear rule you, so you force yourself to give it an audience through your work. You depict your worst nightmares so that they won't take up so much space in your mind. Art is a safe place to come to terms with everything that makes you feel unsafe
I don't typically do these but THIS ONE WAS SUPER COOL SO
@sanzu-sanzu-sanzu and if anyone else wants to!♡ No pressure tho :)
You create from loneliness. There has always been a disconnect between yourself and others that you've never known how to breach. You want companionship, but it seems like something that just wasn't meant for you. With no one to confide in, you turn to art instead. Your loneliness lays the backdrop for all you create. There is a sense of frigid isolation that pervades your work, because that is the place it is created from. You pour out your heart and soul into your art because you do not know where else to put it. Art is an indirect avenue of connection. To understand another's art, to feel understood by another's art, is a way of connecting to each other across time and space. In creating and consuming art, you remember that you, too, are human.
the first time i took this i had my visual art in mind and i got Hope, haha. which is interesting.
@asilentshout @haruphilia @sanzusbestie + anyone else! (only if u feel like it! hehe)
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