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i also am here because i discovered how active tumblr was due to the great ao3 shutdown of 2026. (like. 2 days.)

well to be fair it wasnt bad at all buti am still traumatized by 2023. who was going to tell me tumblr was so active. who? and the writings so good?

to be honest i couldve stayed with my trifecta of ao3 spotify and pinterest but wheres the fun in that am i right or right

#ao3 #nerdjo #fratjo

serendptyy

i physically cannot do these angst + no comfort fics anymore okay. my heart physically cannot handle everything being so happy and perfect and the start of the fic and then BAM! youre hit by a mf train of an ending.

how you guys do it, i do not know.

#angst #jjk #jjk angst #you guys are insane #fics

kissmeandimight-dropdead

the "dreams were for fools and kiva was the biggest fool of all" to "now we dream" pipeline is my new favorite thing

betss1256

Yeah, my biggest fear is not experiencing the found families I’ve read in books, so what?

theseinfernalangels

Blond prince with distinctive eyes that sneaks out into a death trap without his family knowing and going by his middle name as a pseudonym ✍️✍️✍️

*Checks notes* Now am I talking about Aaric Graycastle or Jaren Vallentis?

stargkrl

oh how i love them both

theseinfernalangels

Blond prince with distinctive eyes that sneaks out into a death trap without his family knowing and going by his middle name as a pseudonym ✍️✍️✍️

*Checks notes* Now am I talking about Aaric Graycastle or Jaren Vallentis?

so niche but tipp x oriel? thank u

CAL X TORELL???? THAAANK u burger king

#theprisonhealer #caldon vallentis #torell corentine #tipp #oriel vallentis #ugh #my children #my babies #theyre all tgt in my mindokau?

and yes i have started unironically using the 🥺 eyes emoji because sometimes just

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#Agh #bring back emotions #puppy eyes #Hshshfhajbaba #bla bla bla #also lower caps

i KNOW i primarily interact and talk about anime on here but im going to start spamming aboutbooks for a bit because i just finished the prison healer trilogy and am. not. okay.

#Theprisonhealer #torandcal #screaming #dying #notokay

stargkrl

Bring bubble baths back thank u

sxnovaa

Oh you’re gonna loveeeee my KakaIru fic

stargkrl

HELLOO??? hyped

Bring bubble baths back thank u

#bath time

bulyzhnigk

green adult pookie🥦

cumchiato

୨୧ — Every damn morning like clockwork, 5:45 AM. Tiny fingers pry one of Sukuna’s eyelids open, a small face hovering inches from his own. Her hair still wild from sleep, cheeks flushed with excitement, "Papa! Wake up!" Small hands nudging him while clutching her pink brush and collection of scrunchies against her pjs, "Hair time!"

Sukuna clicked his tongue, a massive hand engulfing her tiny face as he gently pushed her back, "Go back to bed, brat."

"Nooooo!" She whined, pushing his hand off her face and climbing onto his broad back, "You promised!"

With a displeased groan, he rolls over, causing her to slide off his back with a delighted squeal. Sitting up while running a hand through his own disheveled hair, he looks at the brat he helped create with a scowl, "Gimme that," he grumbles, snatching the brush from her.

She scrambles into his lap, her small back pressed against his chest, practically vibrating with excitement. Sukuna couldn’t relate, it was early… too early, like always. He looks down at the top of her head and mutters under his breath, "She was supposed to be a boy..."

Propping yourself up on one elbow, you trace your fingers over his the tattoos that decorate his warm arm, "You say that every morning," you tease him softly.

"Because it's true every morning," he fires back, but the corner of his mouth twitches upward. Awkwardly, he begins working through her tangles, his calloused hands- hands that at times come home bloody, now trying to be gentle with his daughter's delicate scalp.

"Ooww! Papa!!! You're pulling!"

"Stay still then..." he grunts, trying again with more care, "Your hair's a damn mess." As he brushes through her strands, he couldn't help but think how absurd this was- he was Sukuna Ryomen, the fucking guy who’s got everyone pissing their pants in fear… The guy who was born out of bloodshed, who's never had a single care for the lives he's taken. How the hell did he end up with a little girl, a wife, and a home? … His eyes softened as they narrowed, how the hell did he find himself fearing for this tiny things future- the day she's old enough to be married off to a man like him…?

He’s grown soft…

But it doesn't mean he won't rip out the throat of any man who dares lay a finger on her...

You watch, warmth spreading through your chest at the sight of Sukuna struggling, being utterly defeated by a five year old's bedhead, "Want me to take over-"

"No!" both father and daughter respond in unison, making you throw your hands up in surrender before they decide to kick you out of bed.

"I got this," Sukuna insists, his fingers, more accustomed to handling weapons and violence than hair accessories, fumbling with the thin strands. His brow furrowed in concentration as he attempted to separate her hair into sections. How the fuck was he supposed to make three even parts again?

Your daughter looks over at you, wholesome pride in her eyes. This was their thing- this morning struggle that somehow means everything to both of them. Even if Sukuna doesn't admit it, he loves being the protective girl dad... enjoys feeling needed and special in this way.

You lean against his bare shoulder as you watch him separate her hair into three uneven sections, trying to remember how braiding works. The girl in his lap patiently waits with the biggest smile, offering encouraging words as if she's the adult coaching the child.

"Papa! Papa! Like this! Over not under, remember? You did it yesterday!"

"Yesterday I fucked it up too." he mumbles, starting over for a third time.

When he finally manages something resembling a braid, secured with her favorite sparkly leopard scrunchie, she hops off his lap to examine his work in the bathroom mirror. You take the opportunity to press a kiss to Sukuna’s shoulder, then his neck, then the corner of his mouth, "Looks like you're getting better~."

"Don't start what you can't finish," he warns, his voice dropping lower as he turns to catch your lips properly. His hand coming up to squeeze your cheek possessively.

Your daughter returns before you could respond, beaming despite the crooked, messy braid that's already coming undone at the bottom, "Perect! Thank you, Papa!"

Sukuna breaks away from you, looking down at her, at this tiny little being who fears nothing about him... not his size, not his tattoos, not how he puts the fear of god in her preschool teacher. She sees only her papa, the man who makes her burnt pancakes and braids her hair poorly.

The man who protects you- her mother, and would do anything for her. The man who would secretly die for her…

Placing his hand on the top of her head, he gives it a little ruffle, "Yeah kid... perfect."

true form sukuna I NEED YOU HOOLY SHIT

#sukuna #jjk sukuna #give fics pls #true form sukuna