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... Inevitably.

Vash's return. They always have had a closer relationship with him, haven't they? He talks so gently to them, when all Nai can offer is analytical protection, scientific observation, nothing with as much heart as Vash could. Which is another reason why they need him.

" I'll bring him home. "

link, recognizing the desire for companionship. Nai waves his little siblings off gently, knowing they care too much. They want their older brother just as well.

" Relax. " he tells them with certainty, hardly bothered by Vash's childish refusal. " Our time will come. "

The girls will sing for

collar, kicking and screaming if he needs to.

There's only so many places, after all, Vash can run from the one person who knows him like the back of his hand. Nai is his twin, adam to his eve. And this planet is finite.

The plants around him seem to bend in towards Nai, recognizing the missing

join his cause. Nai doesn't find it fun to hurt and torment Vash... but at times, he also understands Vash may be fluent in violence and death than in words, these days. The exposure to the desert and humans has warped his heart.

Oh, well.

Nai will chase him down if he must. Drag him home by the

going to suffer needlessly? I have the perfect place for you prepared beside me.

If you don't understand that, then you'll never understand anything else about me, Nai.

Nai seems struck by the words, leaning into his hand with a sigh. He hopes to one day convince his twin without violence to

You can't escape me, Vash.

I can try.

What are you hoping to accomplish by being so childish?

...

Vash pulls his blanket over his head, hoping to drown Nai's voice out, like the blanket can protect him from the sound reverberating in his head. But the warmth is undeniable.

How long are you

No matter how far Vash tries to run, no matter where he goes, Nai knows where he is. Especially when Nai steps into power in July; his network of agents triangulate on Vash, giving Nai a vague sense of where he is at any time.

They even speak sometimes. When Vash is trying to sleep.

When Vash tries to curl up and die in the desert, Nai knows what he feels, the soreness in his chest, the agony of the burning behind his eyes. Yet, even when he can communicate, he's silent. Vash needs to learn everything up until that point has been a crime of necessity.

Vash is just too gentle.

their abnormal physiology as independents. Even after the fall, even after Vash tries to abandon Nai, angry and frustrated with him, Nai can always feel him like a distant, second heartbeat in his chest.

When Vash runs, Nai doesn't know where he goes. But he knows Vash is alive. He can feel it.

When Vash panics, Nai reassures on instinct. Because one was born with too good of a heart, and the other was born with a need to protect. They fit together like puzzle pieces.

Even Rem notices how they close her out at times, communicating in a way unique to them, one she presumes is related to

What if I just want to sit and write plantcest? What then? #plantcest

Because I think because Knives and Vash were gestated together, they imprinted on one another, creating a tether between them that feeds off one another's distress and other heightened emotions. When Vash cries, Nai protects.

maybe you guys should know i got into plantcest recently and now it makes my brain rot. how can a man be so obsessed with getting his brother pregnant this is crazy. #plantcest

One between them more capable of love… while Knives is just that: a weapon against humanity, those who might seek to make a hellscape of their home. And he won’t admit it but… there’s a sick, twisted part of him that finds it satisfying to have his twin, a generous heart, in his cage of claws…

#Plantcest Vash being a caretaker for the plant sisters, being the one twin that can hear their songs, and Nai, who controls the sanctuary, who protects his brother, who he watchfully observes diligently checking soil, verbally reassuring the plants… and it fascinates Knives. How he was truly the

Meme: background of dolphins and fish in the ocean and rainbows in the sky with text that reads “how it feels to contribute to the declining birth rate”

Taurus: Before seeking revenge, dig two graves. More if you plan on being thorough.

A kind reminder of my audience for this my Blue Sky

#skfs #Sukufushi with some underlying dark tones:

Bartender!kuna has the best night of his life chatting away the cute little thing with the best legs and a gorgeous face; he can’t help fucking him in the alley behind the bar. Rough, dirty, half clothed, half plastered sex against the exit door 😈

😏

MY SUKUNA FIGURE IS HERE, MY KING MY LOVE

#skfs #Sukufushi

Megumi in a dress. Megumi in a dress. Megumi in a dress. Megumi in a dress. Megumi in a dress. Megumi in a dress. Megumi in a dress. Megumi in a dreSS — Where only Pirate Captain, nay, legend Sukuna can observe him in the pale moonlight… where it challenges his adoration of the sea

What kind of skfs are you guys looking for in the future? More Witch!Meg content? More Yan content? 👀

Imposing figure beautiful… his red eyes so enrapturing, so hypnotic. He traces his cheek on paper… he can hardly wait to be a real devotee. A blood devotee. The deity wants blood? He wants reverence and respect? Megumi can’t wait to fulfill.

#skfs #Sukufushi

Witch!Meg getting Sukuna’s name through an Ouija board when he’s young and asked it who his future soulmate was going to be. 🥰 He finds Sukuna is an entity, a devil, but he still curiously traces the illustrations in the book he researches Sukuna in… and he can’t help but find his

" imagine shipping skfs " imagine being an idiot, next

ever get so angry that you want to desperately get violent? scream until your throat hurts, hit your hands until they're red?? Man I need a way to channel my rage when it hits but I'm the 'quiet kid' so I don't get that outlet

/Oh./ Sukuna's lips curl into a smirk, satisfied as he runs his cheek along the other's hand, knowing just how to liken himself to a human being, even after so long of being rejected and hated by them.

/This one... is perfect./

absorbed in Megumi's face as the creature marks their expression for memorization. A beautiful face, a lovely voice... their skin as pale as snow and just as blemished, and such dark hair as to have been inspired by the ravens.

This /boy/ comes crawling on his hands and knees for /his/ attention?

And as Megumi approaches it, he crouches down to look and finds the eyes... the eyes are red as blood. The same blood he offered to his guiding deity.

Ryoumen Sukuna... had answered him.

Megumi tilts his head as he watches the graceful creature sway a long, elegant tail from side to side, eyes