TWO DRABBLES IN ONE DAY???

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 13 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱.

𝐃𝐮𝐝𝐞, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 13 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞.

Just a very gentle reminder that you don't need to send the same ask multiple times. I'm pretty selective with what I answer, so I apologize if I don't answer your question, but I do see them. All of them.

That's 100% true! As much as comments are appreciated, nothing on this app is better than a reblog! Likes don't do anything, and neither do comments. Reblogs are the way to go if you like something! It'll get it more recognition!

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐞.

Just looked at a blog where the header description said 'sometimes I reblog posts I like so I don't forget them'.

And I feel like that, right there, explains so much about how the site has changed in the last few months.

People now think reblogging is an unusual behaviour, rather than a default.

Tumblr newbies, please, for the love of baby Jesus, reblog the posts you like. That is the whole reason the site exists - for you to collect all your shiny fandom objects in a single space. Which you can organize to your heart's content. Or not organize at all, if that's your jam.

Our blogs are intended to be collections of posts, not collections of likes.

I’m sick but still getting this out chat 🫡

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part one / part two / part three / part four (you’re here!!!) / part five / ???

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Teaching Sukuna how to cook wasn’t as simple as you expected it to be.

At first, he constantly told you about how he was the king of curses, and didn’t need to cook for himself. And then, he used Uraume, saying that they could cook for him.

Of course, being the self-centred jackass he is, you knew this would come up; but you never really thought about him.. yknow, touching the stove.

You started off simple, with Kraft Mac n Cheese.

He’ll get it pretty easily, right?

Oh, just how wrong you were.

First, you handed him the pot and told him to fill it with water. And of course, he made a fuss about how he wasn’t to be pushed around at his position.

Either way, he did it, obviously.

There wasn’t a problem there, nor was there a problem them you showed him how to turn the burner on.

“This contraption is odd.” He said bluntly, as if he wasn’t over a thousand years old.

You gave a laugh, of course, before making small talk as you waited for the water to boil.

Once the water started to boil, you helped him pour the noodles in after taking the cheese packet out.

Although, his curiosity got the better of him and he simply put one of his fingers into the water. You immediately began to fret, after all, he’s just put his hand into boiling water.

“Why are you panicking? It’s simply warm water.” The King of Curses scoffed at your panicking.

Makes sense why his baths are hotter than the surface of the sun now…

Needless to say, he’s not one for cooking.

…should I make a series of sukuna getting used to new, modern things

not my best work 😔

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part one (you’re here!!) / part two / part three / part four / part five / ???

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imagining the Ryōmen Sukuna being forced to play video games for the first time.

let’s say it’s the modern era, and somehow he gets his true form back again.

the first thing he’s doing? being forced by you, of all people to play a new game.

having been stuck inside of his nephew for some time, he gets the gist of video games, but doesn’t quite understand the appeal.

“…what is ‘Grand Theft Auto V’?” is the first question he asks you

you thought it would be the perfect game for him, assuming he wouldn’t break your computer after some npc insults him, the violence, the guns, you thought he’d enjoy it.

“it was either that or Skyrim,” you shrugged in response, laughing upon his confusion clearly growing.

he scoffs and opens the game, muttering something about the game being a waste of his time.

the intro has him interested, hostages, killing people, it’s just his thing.

after some time, he grows bored and simply stands, one pair of hands on his hips and the other crossed over his chest.

he stands there for a moment, staring directly at you, before turning around and leaving.

@bloodypeachblog @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @dynogadget @moths-and-mantids

Be honest also share this with the others.

Reblog if you want your followers to anonymously ask you one thing they want to know about you.

I saw that requests are open, so I found a quote list and had an idea!!

“I had a nightmare about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.” With Shamura? We know Shamura is something of a prophet, so they likely have dreams of the sort. What if they dreamt of their s/o dying(something brutal and painful of course lmao), and sought them out to make sure that it was only a dream? Jsut some nice hurt/comfort, if you will!

Thank you so much, and have a great day/night! :)

𝐀/𝐍 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐠

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝐲, 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲(?), 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 "𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐭" 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚

The bishops eyes slowly closed, drifting off into a much-needed slumber. The book they read slowly slipped from their slim phalanges and onto their lap. Their head rested back against their seat, comfortably laying against the soft velvet material of the cushion. The warm comfort of their library slowly faded from their mind, an image of you replacing it.

They smiled, a slightly toothy one at that. They happily walked toward you, slowly wrapping their arms around your waist and pulling you close. Soft kisses were peppered atop your head as they held you tight. Their grip was suddenly loosened, and they looked up in response.

Upon looking up, they saw their brother, standing directly above your gruesomely-torn-apart body. Your own blood spilled from your lips, the only remaining life you had left draining from your eyes. Narinder's chains caused slight bruising, his claws caused bloody scars. Your skin was tattered and torn (if you know that reference, I love you), ripped apart and shredded.

Shamura's eyes flooded with tears, their throat ached with screams that were never released. They breathed heavily, trying to run toward you, but their body wouldn't move. They screamed and yelled your name, but nothing was heard.

Their eyes soon fluttered open, their breaths heavy as they moved their head from side to side to assess where they were. They grabbed their book, closed it and set it on their desk. With a gentle sigh, they stood and head straight to your shared room.

Upon reaching the door, they hesitated. What if that wasn't a dream, and you really were dead? They shook their head, attempting to remove those thoughts from their mind as they opened the door, noticing your sleeping body.

A soft smile approached their lips as they walked ever closer to your side of the bed. They couldn't deny, they felt a little.. bad that they decided to wake you. But they went with it, gently tapping your shoulder, peppering soft kisses to your forehead.

A soft yawn escaped your lips as you awoke, your dreary eyes looking up at Shamura and smiling toward them. "You're finally coming to bed..?" A small laugh escaped you as you moved over, opening your arms for them. They nodded softly with a gentle laugh, laying next to you. "I had a nightmare, wanted to assure you were alright," They admitted, before looking down at you, noticing you had fallen back asleep before they could even finish their response.