They had to kill off Wasuke cause he would've beat the shit out of Sukuna with his old man rage.
Aight I have a lot of feelings about this chapter but for now I want to dwell on this.
In the beginning of this story we are told by Yuki's Grandpa the importance of dying a proper death and it's shown throughout the course of the story that that idea has basically stuck with Yuji more than anything.
And in the end of the story we see Yuji, scarred and wounded Yuji, go to Sukuna as he's left a useless heap of flesh on the ground screaming in anger at his death, his improper death, and Yuji just.....
Heian Era sorcerers in the afterlife watching the man who brutally destroyed their homes and families get taken down by a fifteen year old Meghan Thee Stallion stan
Literally why are some people shipping Megumi's dad with Sukuna I'm genuinely so confused
not going to lie to y’all the nastiest sex ever with that fictional man would cure me right now. the wall cracks the room stinks of sex i’m sweating he’s sweating we’ve lost count of how many times we’ve fucked. that would make me well
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Frothing at the mouth rn
my version of the vol29 cover 🤤🤤💦
I can now rest in peace ✨
Giggling and kicking my feet rn
I want him
Sukuna's the type of boyfriend where you confess to him first and he acts like he knew all along. He didn't - and he does a major fistbump the moment you look away.
The type where he'll click his tongue at wherever you want to drag him during your date, then snatch your hand and take you there anyway.
The type where he lets you put on face masks and eyeliner on him to your hearts content - no matter how much says it's stupid, and he doesn't need that shit, anyway, you always catch him keeping it on.
The type to make you pretty bracelets - not buy, make. Picking out charms and colors he thinks you'd love and then thrusting it into your hands saying it "wasn't a big deal, anyway." But you catch that pretty blush on his cheeks.
The type that makes your coworkers slightly concerned when a towering, beefy man is waiting for you on his rugged motorbike. And they've got their fingers on the phone already, peering anxiously outside as you cling onto the very man with a tight hug. And only - only - when they catch him fastening on your helmet, oh-so-gently do they breathe out in relief, realizing that maybe he's just that type.
My lil loves🧎🏾♀️💕
Okay peeps
Who's your top 4 fictional Red Flags?
Here's mine
So we have to choose between the short snack stack of rocks Huge Jacked Man SIkuna and the elongated tree twunk trunk Wade a Minute Wilson SIkuna
Okay
Smol Buff Sukuna or Noodle Tall Sukuna
I have no idea, but that's SIkuna two active brain cells for Dish Best Served Hot (AO3 fanfic)
Why did I draw this XD
Out of context spoilers
“you don’t believe that sex is the most intimate thing that two can do together?” you repeat sukuna’s previous words with a raised eyebrow, skepticism lacing every word you spoke.
“i had concubines before i was devoted to you. do you really think i see intercourse as something significant?” he doesn’t even spare you a glance, all four of his eyes focused on carefully peeling the fruits resting in the bowl in front of him (mangoes, to be specific. a special order he put in with uraume for you). your eyes narrow at his words.
“so you don’t see intercourse with me as something significant?” that earns you a roll of his eyes.
“i don’t recall those words leaving my lips, woman.” he glances at you with a bored look, already much too used to your antics and the nonsensical conclusions you often pulled from his words (“it’s called reading in between the lines, ryo.” you had insisted. he chose not to debate you on it).
he sighs when you go silent, seemingly waiting for an explanation from him that would fix the small pout gracing your lips. he would’ve let you sulk if you were anybody else, but you weren’t.
“i realize the significance humans place on it now that i am yours, but i partook in the act purely for pleasure before you. it was simply to fulfill my fleshly desires.” he doesn’t need to look at you to know that the frown on your face still hasn’t faltered. in fact, the displeased look on your face probably only deepened upon the mention of him being intimate with other women.
“human customs are foolish, that will never change.” his hand lifts to your lips, a cube of mango held delicately between his fingers. he continues speaking only after feeding you the fruit.
“but if my stubborn little wife sees it as something of importance, then it shall be so.” he says the last part with a sense of finality, as if it was a part of his life that he accepted a long, long time ago.
you contemplate his words for a moment, your posture easing against the lavish pillows of your shared bed. you stall on swallowing the piece of fruit on your tongue, considering a question in that ever curious mind of yours.
“what’s significant to you, ryo?”
he pauses for a brief moment but doesn’t answer, simply bringing another piece of fruit up to your lips (whether the action was out of care or to keep your mouth occupied was unclear).
his lack of an answer was as good of an answer as any, though.
this was significant to him. the way he cut and fed you soft fruit with hands that had slaughtered armies, handling you as if you were made of fine china. never yelling, never arguing.
the king of curses devoted himself to you because deep in his heart he acknowledged his subservience to you.
that is what’s significant to him.
My jujutsu kaisen drawings
“You dare Touch my Soul?”
“I will let it SLIDE THIS TIME; BUT KNOW YOUR PLACE FOOL.”
Ryomen Sukuna ✩ You Dare Touch My Soul?