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in any narrative no matter how lighthearted i will find and fixate on the rot festering beneath the floorboards and silently weakening the foundations beyond hope of restoration like a hog digging for truffles

"i have my whole life ahead of me" no you don't the stain is spreading and you've grown blind to the smell πŸ«΅πŸ˜‚

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earlier today i told an acquaintance in passing that i'll often be in the middle of a novel and think "man i wish this shit were more ambiguous" and had to reiterate twice that i wasn't being sarcastic before they believed me, so this post is to say: i love when writers don't bother to explain everything, i love when stories end uncertain and unsettling, i love being required to think as a reader, i love when stuff makes no damn sense, no i'm not kidding

have been laying out my skgo brainworms for defrosting and i marvel at how its always the same thing in a different font, always that same structure of "we are actually horrible for each other" and taking that to its natural conclusion and i just get never bored of it.. granted all my sukuna ships are Like That, it just pleases a primeval part in my brain when he digests his suffering with a stoic temperament until he inevitably collapses. obstinacy rules so much.. sukuna only feigns flexibility, he will intellectualize every flaw in his reasoning to DEATH. and then theres satoru who's similarly constipated but Not. their matching lies in their not-matching, the traits, idiosyncracies, philosophies they do share don't make for a frictionless romance. They have an affinity that ushers them into passion but passion is inherently destructive, violent. putting sukuna and satoru together is like dumping fire accelerant between two separate infernos, to watch as they connect and subsume each other. it doesnt mean they wont have their warm and cushy moments but it will be to the detriment of everything else, including themselves. fluff just happens to be the perfect seasoning for soul-rending tragedies