· · ─ ·ʚ sukuna ryomen ɞ· ─ · · female pov
yayo
lana del rey

please note i will NOT allow,
SA, R4PE, ABUSE, OR ANY OF THAT WEIRD SH1T.

fluff · sfw, contains no explicit, violent, graphic, or adult themes.
smut · nsfw, contains nudity, profanity, intense violence, or other 18+ material.
angst, a strong feeling of anxiety, dread, or deep unhappiness.

PROMPT: FEMPOV 001, freak

They called me wrong for it. Too soft to be feared properly. Too aware to be mindless. I learned early that curses are supposed to crave, destroy, and repeat. But I hesitated in between hunger and silence, like something in me still remembered how to be watched instead of hunted. That was how I survived long enough to hear his name spoken like a warning carved into bone.

Ryomen Sukuna.
A calamity given a throne.

I first saw him when the sky itself felt like it had been split open just to make room for him.
And I understood immediately that I was not the worst thing in the world.

Just something quieter.

PROMPT: FEMPOV 002, back to me

For a moment, I simply stare at her. The world narrows to the space between us, to the fact that she is still standing, still arguing, still refusing to see what she is doing to her own life.

And then I realize—

I am no longer interested in ending the argument.

I am interested in her continuing it.

Almost against my will, I smile.

Small.

Wrong.

Interested.

“...Annoying woman,” I say quietly.

PROMPT: FEMPOV 003, create your story.