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if you could wish for anything for your f/o, what would it be? with Rosie

Thank you for the question ! 👍

Since she recently became more of a familial f/o for me , I honestly just wish for Rosie to be happy , and especially wish for her safety from the Exterminations and the general chaos of Hell : 

I see her as a very sweet and understanding motherly figure ( who just so happens to eat people , but hey , adds to the charm /j ;C; ) , and while as an Overlord she is very powerful I honestly would be devastated to see her getting hurt , or worse killed by the Exorcists …

I mean - look at that face ! :,I

Sending so, so much love out there for self-shippers with strained relationships with their fathers this Father’s Day. It’s an incredibly hard thing when someone whose job is to nurture and help you grow ends up hurting you, may it be verbally, emotionally, or even physically at times.

If you have fatherly familial F/Os, know that they are there for you and they always will be. They’ll be there for any messy panic attacks/flashbacks/crying spells, and will lend you a close ear if you need someone to vent or rant to. They’ll be sure to remind that whatever happened between you and your father is not your fault at all and that sometimes, bad things just happen to good kids for no reason.

With all their heart, they’ll promise to always be there to protect you and make you feel safe and happy and cared for, no matter what. You’re their child, their baby, and it's only fair that you should be treated with the respect and care you deserve.

The road to healing from traumatic abuse is not linear, but your fatherly F/Os will be there for you, one step at a time as you heal. They love and treasure you, forever and always.

Villain f/os...so so good...they take over the world for you then kiss kiss you goodnight. Tell them somebody hurt you and theyll immediately comfort you and then chase whoever hurt you. Have them be a strong leader or one of the most feared, who kisses you at night and wont let you go while sleeping because clingy and protective...villain f/o's...

Your f/os won’t hate you if you relapse. They aren’t ashamed or disappointed. They still love you, and will do whatever they can to make you feel better.

advice: imagine you info dumping to your f/o. do it. imagine them smiling as they listen to you ramble and the questions they'd ask to get you to keep going. imagine them telling you that they love when you go on like this because they just love your passion. even if its something they don't *really* understand or have any stake in. you're just so enthusiastic! how can they not love you when you do that?

seeing y’all say you don’t deserve your f/os’ love makes me so sad. you’re all so sweet and kind and wonderful and welcoming. i wish you could see yourselves in the light your f/os see you in. i wish you guys could fall in love with yourselves the way you deserve. for now, just please, try to let your f/os love you. i know that’s hard to do. i can’t do it a lot of the time, and sometimes it takes a push or a reminder. here’s your reminder: your f/os love you and you are entirely deserving of their love and affection.

TW: past abuse. trauma theme.

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Whatever happened in the past, it robbed you of something. Choices were so fickle, people were so hard to please, and it took a great toll on you blindly walking on eggshells everyday.

You should’ve seen the look in your F/O’s eyes when they learnt of this. It wasn’t a crazy or disgusted look, never. It was just… hollow and lost. A labyrinth of feelings spearing through them: rage at the person(s) who did this, painful vulnerability that they weren’t there to shield their beloved, utter confusion at why anybody would even dare to think such things of you— much less act them out… and determination. The determination to show you that you can and have proved your abuser wrong.

Your F/O is there to commemorate the good days. They’ll greet each beautiful morning and send off each graceful night with your stunning smile in mind. Even when the moment comes that you doubt your past, they make sure to come close — whether literally or figuratively — and list off all of the amazing things you were able to do despite the pain brought by people who were supposed to cherish you (even if you think the only remarkable thing you did was getting out of bed for two seconds.) The past tried to destroy you, and you endured even when it seemed hopeless. It’s okay to rest now, your F/O loves each and every “broken” part of you.

Your F/O is there to remind you you’re not alone when the world has chosen you to play Atlas. No matter how much you could try to convince them otherwise, they’ll always reply with a gentle (yet pointed) look, because “Even if this is you being a burden, I’d still carry something ten times heavier just to spend a few moments with you.” They’ll encourage you to allow yourself soft moments… coax you to let down your walls around them— as far as you’re comfortable, of course… happily give you small reasons to greet each day alongside them… ease in each and every awe-inspiring thing about you so you can at least see a fraction of yourself the way they see you…

Your F/O is simply, endlessly, lovingly there.

Okay not one of my official imagines but I can’t get over the thought of your F/O gently laying their fingertips under a mug to help you drink.

Oh, wait… context…

So, if you’re a person who trembles (for me it’s anxiety and Life that causes it, but just for any reason), then imagine your F/O noticing. They don’t act patronizing, but they can see the frustration building between your brows when the cup you’re trying to drink from looks like it’s containing a tsunami, the shaking walls of the cup clashing against your teeth as you try to take sips.

Imagine them silently sitting/laying next to you, perhaps as you’re fighting raging tears that make you shy away from them. Imagine the soft touch of your F/O’s fingers just barely grazing over your hand and grounding you, bearing the cup’s weight so you can drink in peace and take a breather (like you deserve). It’s not seen as a grand gesture, just a wordless exchange where they saw you struggling and wanted to make life that much easier for you.

me: Welp, time to write S/I into my first selfship fic with F/O! Can’t wait to see how fluffy it’s going to turn out!

~ one… fic… later… ~

me: As it turns out, S/I is barely breathing because of a stab wound and F/O is covered in their blood as they sob S/I’s name.

Imagine your parental f/o(s) singing Graham’s Lullaby (King’s Quest) to you…

Imagine your F/O… but imagine them flawless.

Their dorky rambles you can’t help but pay close attention to, even if you have no idea what they’re about? Nope. The smirk you love so much, perhaps that chuckle of theirs? Forget it. All of those little “imperfections”: their tragic past, their cockiness, their flawed looks? None of that.

Except… It feels wrong now. This isn’t your F/O; this is a mundane, stereotypical, so-horribly-wrong shell.

You didn’t fall in love with a perfect being because your F/O is perfect to you. It’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it? To feel such a dedicated, yearning, unrelenting love for someone with their flaws, not despite them. Even if they can’t see it in themselves, you’d never dream of them being a regret or a mistake. Your F/O is just so imperfectly them.

… So why would your F/O ever wish for a “flawless” you?

Yes, all that was said about them in the paragraphs above applies to you. No matter how hard it may be to believe it, your F/O wants you with all your “burdens”. They want you through breakdowns and panic attacks, through triggers and relapses. They want to be your comfort, your light in the darkness, your strength.

They’re just so happy they get the honor of being with their beloved, someone who is so imperfectly you.

Your F/O would take a “No” from you and promptly back off the second that word falls from your lips.

Your F/O would make sure to check with you and ask for your consent before even trying to speak on your behalf.

Your F/O would listen, not speak over you or trample over your words to get to their own point.

Your F/O would never try to weasel out a different response from you or wear you down until you buckle at their every whim.

After all, you are the one they adore.

They don’t want to mold you into the neighbour down the street, the flawless person you wish you could be, nor the character you think they should pick over you. Nothing — no amount of “merciful” lies, acts, or people-pleasing — will ever be as magnificent in their eyes as you simply existing. Even if you can’t see it, their love-stricken words and/or yearning gaze are only for you.

And when your “home” finally grows tired of slipping hatred under your door? Your F/O will rest beside you. Perhaps the others in your life have done the exact opposite of the four statements I made at the start, but your beloved wants you to know that they would silence the whole world just to make your voice heard.

Imagine your F/O gently yet sternly telling you that “Whatever you want” can’t always be your answer. While it might’ve been pleasing for others to hear, they’ll try their hardest to coax solid “Yes” or “No” answers from you, to get to know you as you are and never as what the others wanted you to be. You might not completely know yourself, but your F/O would never hesitate to look for your true colors beside you.

They want to familiarise themself with every thought and feeling that you are willing to share with them. Your F/O is simply honored that you want to sail the seven seas of your self-discovery with them. And when the fates inevitably send a storm your way? They’ll always be your anchor, your place to rest.

… Maybe the true home you were searching for is much closer than you previously thought.

TW: suggestions to current abuse.

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All the imagines for survivors I’ve seen are a snapshot of the aftermath, of being out and dealing with the beasts lurking in your mind. They hold a special place in my heart, in my deepest wishes for the future, in the scrap of hopeless romanticism I have left.

But this is for the ones who are still There and can’t get out.

It breaks your F/O’s heart when they find out. No matter how it came to be known — from the quietest murmur of truth to a self-deprecating quip others would laugh at — they’ll feel a tug of wrongness, of pain in their core. In times of tears, they’ll hurt with you because you are more than worth hurting for.

You can let yourself unravel in their embrace. All the masks in the world couldn’t work on your F/O; you’re their beloved, not their one-second crush or a toy to discard, and they would never dare to turn a blind eye to your words or your pain. From the texts you can only send at an hour unholy enough to go undetected to the bitter tears that have been forced into silence, they want all of you. Maybe your F/O will pull enough strings to get you away, or perhaps they’re helpless to do anything but whisper truths into your ear when the world tells you you’re worthless, but nothing on this Earth and beyond can dissuade them from being right next to you every step of the way.

They’ll celebrate your strength on the better days, making fun of the sorry people who try to get to you and mockingly plot against them (whether they actually carry out said plan depends on the F/O). They’ll hold you on the worst days where you fear even thinking badly of those who berate you, squeezing your hand and murmuring reassurances in a soft croon. They’ll write down your triggers to keep you safe, remind you to take care of yourself and your body, assure you that a day will come beyond this night and that they’ll liberally treat you like the royalty you are once you’re free.

Your F/O is more than willing to peel away the layers of guilt and hate and doubt with a silk touch, to reach your most vulnerable self and show you unconditional warmth and love.

All you have to do is let them.

I present to you the best logical solution for when the treacherous thoughts whirls around you once more: You can list out all your F/O’s positive qualities, list yours, and compare the two to get an accurate reading for how worthy you are!

It makes sense! It’s easy!

… Right?

You lay out a paper in front of you, getting hold of your favorite utensil and beginning to scribble down your F/O’s name as a torrent of words and compliments follows. It starts out with the trickle of simple phrases like “determined, pretty, hard worker” before you’re smiling towards your paper, structured words tangling into your own croons and praises. Maybe you even laugh awkwardly as you reread what ends up looking like a gush written by a giggling schoolgirl. God, you’re so lucky to just breathe close to your F/O, not to mention have this bond with them…

Now, to write about yourself!

…Your words stutter to a stop.

Physical beauty? No— well, maybe… but no. Look at your F/O! They’re awe-inspiring and you’re simply not. All your mind could sputter out was “average at best.”

Selflessness? No, you can’t flatter yourself too much! Imagine how selfish it would be to just flaunt how chivalrous and selfless you are… No, you can’t be selfless.

Intelligence? Perhaps. But still, you blunder and fall. No. Smart people wouldn’t do that. How dare you try to call yourself smart?

Personality—? Don’t even try. You're too loud and too quiet and too annoying and too reclusive… You’re too little! Too much! Look at how perfect your F/O can be, and then look at yourself.

Sighing, you set your utensil down and lay your head down on the desk, facing away from the cursed paper.

What was even the point?

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Golden sunlight bids you good morning. You nuzzle further into the downy softness beneath you, gasping when the emotions and memories flood back. When did you ever… lay down…?

You shake your head, sitting up in bed and finding a folded piece of paper. Through bleary eyes, perhaps only after fetching your glasses or a better light source, you find your name scribbled down just how it looked last night… yet now your F/O’s handwriting flows after it.

Words like “gorgeous” and “amazing” seem fanciful at first— Are you sure this isn’t a dream? However, your loved one’s words meander through the page and into sweet sentences highlighting every part of you your F/O has met and hopes to meet. Their letters dance on the page. It’s easy to tell how lovestruck they were — where they were chuckling at the memories you made together and where they had pounced back onto the paper, bursting with ideas everytime they thought their well of praises had dried.

Your F/O loves you. Maybe you don’t see it yet, maybe the insecurities are telling you otherwise. Regardless, they couldn’t fathom a single reason as to why they’d abandon you. Your F/O is happy to show you just how deep their love for you runs until the day comes you’re sure of your worth.

If you can’t see it for yourself, let them be your eyes.

Familial/platonic selfship ask game!!

🍪 Whos got their hand in the cookie jar? Who catches them?

🍦 You go out for ice cream, what are you guys getting?

🐯 If you guys went to the zoo would you agree on which animals youre heading to see?

🎡 What kind of carnival prize would you win for them? The inverse?

🪄 What would they do if they were called up during a magic show? The inverse?

🪤 What kind of board games do you guys play? Or any games really.

🩹 How do you comfort each other?

☎ Whats it like when you guys go to a thrift shop/antique store?

📼 Do either of you cry to any movies?

🛒 Shopping trip time, what aisle do either of you beeline to?

🧺 Who does what around the house?

🧸 Do either of you collect anything odd?

Daddy's Girl (Sukuna x FemChildReader [familial]) HCs

So reader is some little girl that curiously ate Sukuna's finger. This leads to the King of curses accidentally adopting you, --some dumb, fatherless kid. Lmao

Fluff cuz i want soft wholesome sukuna and no, i'm not projecting. Stop thinking that, no one will ever believe you 🔫🙃

Not proof-read but still good, if i say so myself ;>

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-When he first comes into your mind, he's shook for a moment then appalled the next.

-"Out of all the humans in this world, it's this weakling i've coveted."

-rolls his eyes and tries to rethunk how he'll ever come to his true form from a puny girl such as yourself.

-Dw tho, he thinks your funny. As in he thinks you're a dumbass when he watches you go about your daily life.

-Pops in from your cheek to tell you to watch where you're going when you almost walked into a lamp pole, or a bustling street of cars.

-Calls you "brat" and "dumb/foolish girl," followed by an unecessarily berating comment.

-Eventually, that sensitive part of you kicks in at times and his words get to you. You're just a kid after all. So now he's forced to do things he wouldn't usually do:

-"Stop crying, it's boring and the noise is unpleasant." He'd grumble in your head, noting to ease up on his words. For his sake, of course.

-There was a time when you had a nightmare of your father's passing. Your cries were so unpleasant that Sukuna had to make a visit into your little night terror.

-When you see him there, you run to him for a hug. Not thinking twice about wrapping your arms around him securely for comfort.

-Stiffens when he feels your little arms around him. He does notice that your crying stopped so he let's you. He just wants some quiet time, is all.

-When you finally calm, he tries to put your conciousness to rest. Only for you to end up falling asleep with his fingers held by your hand.

-Later calls you things like, "Little one" or "Child," in a stern manner. He's just doing that to belittle you so you always know you're place.

-You accidentally called him "Papa" once, and he's accidentally surprised, and accidentally didn't hate it.

-He did however hate when Gojo found out about you and took you in. Making sure to grumble about every little thing he does for you.

-When you're going about your little elementary day, he reminds you to pay attention.

-Helps you with homework. He says it's because he's proving he's superior to Gojo as a mentor, not because he cares about you.

-Could never find it in his cold, dead beat heart to hurt you. Quite the opposite actually, would rather carry you away securely in his arms as those who even thought of hurting you, burns away behind his back.

-He figures after he returns to his final form, he'll keep you. Only because he tolerates you, his little girl amusing nuisance. Nothing more.

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I'm baaack y'all :D

Winter break is around the corner and i finally have the brain to write again. I've actually never sat and watched the Jjk anime lol

Maybe in the break, I will.

-oh, and anyone has permission to make this into a full fledged fic 👀

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Isn't he just the cutest sweetest thing you've ever seen!?! I finally have a plush of him,I already themed my phone wallpaper and lockscreen around him sooooo I might as well continue the obsession 👍

He's so bby <33 the second pic is both my sons together, the cats name is lloyd !!