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[thebottomfromhell]

How would akaza react to his s/o (preferably female) who is always good in health suddenly get very ill?

Why do we always make Akaza suffer? This is why we can't have nice things. Anyway, more angst. I can't tell is reader is meant to get ill ILL or it's like just a cold (even if those were probably a bit more serious back then), so anyone is allowed to both interprete it as Akaza's PTSD is making him paranoid or that Reader might actually die from this as you please.

No better time to upload this than this month that the movie came out in Japan. Hope y'all enjoy it.

Healthy Female Reader's gets sick and Akaza deals with it

Warnings: Manga/Movie Spoilers (for the ones who haven't watched the movie), Angst, Character with PTSD, Implied possible Reader's death, Mentiones Emeto, & Mentioned blood (just menstrual blood).

You have always been a healthy girl, even when other children and even family members around you got sick you always took care of yourself and managed to avoid it. Granted, it was easier back then, when you were not the only one taking care of yourself, having the adults around you helping to keep you safe and warm, but things didn't change much while you were growing. You still barely got sick, and when you did, it never lasted more than a week.

Akaza, on the other hand, physically can't get sick due his demon nature. Most of the time is actually normal for demons to forget that sickness exist, because they can't suffer them anymore, and often mix a sick human with a weak human. Akaza can't do that either, for some reason. He is always aware that humans, specially the Hashira he fights, might one day get sick, which means get weaker. He doesn't hate sickness the same way he loathes weakness, though. On the contrary, Akaza seems to fear sickness, even if he can't get sick, this is no less true around you. "Y/N. You will get sick." He said, gently scolding you a chilly winter as you were ready to get out with some friends, a bit underdressed for the climate.

Back then you told him you would be fine, that you wouldn't get sick. You both argued a bit about it, and by the time that winter ended you were still teasing him that you were right, you didn't get sick. For that same reason, you can't phantom why you are sick now.

You have been sick for more than a week now, at first you only thought it was allergies from the season mixed with some cramps, but this time it was Akaza's turn to say "I told you so". He doesn't looks as smug as you were when you were the one who was right. Instead his expressions range from focus to gentle care to fear and everything in between. You would laugh at his paranoia if you didn't feel so awful, you didn't feel like this when it started.

At first it was just a bit of congestion and quick deshidratation, Akaza was already demanding for you to play patient to his nurse or whatever and you ignored it. Now, your head and back hurts so, your limbs feel heavy while your forehead feels too light, your body trembles a lot, you can't eat heavy dishes, breathing becomes hard at times as you cough a lot and, the temperature in your body feels cold in some parts while burning in others. You feel like shit, and Akaza is taking care of you.

Akaza cooks for you, has everything closed from the sun so he can attend you day and night, a constant besides you. Usually he leaves to follow his King's orders or find Hashira to fight, but now he stays. He checkes your temperature with wet towels and extra blanckets, he makes light meals with a lot of tea, helps you sit down to cough and throw up with a towel he always cleans or throws away, and cleans the blood of with wet towels. Because you are menstruating, as if you needed to feel worse.

Akaza never comments on it, he is respectful when he cleans you legs, even if he does seem a little uncomfortable. Less in a "fear-of-crossing-boundaries" way than it is that he loses himself on thought most of the time. He never complains, you complain a lot more than he does, actually. You know he cleans your house while you sleep, not only everything is clean, but it gives him something to do. Like he does with your blood, you don't comment on it, but his hands twitches and sometimes he cries when he is attending you.

"Akaza. It's just a cold. I was just unlucky enough to get a cold and my cycle sinc." You try to calm him down with a rough voice, throat hurting with every word, once while he is sitting on his knees, position too close to kneeling, as he trembles, his body tight on itself, tensing because of the frustration. "I... Y/N, you never have been like this before. You can die... you can die..." The last part he says more quietly, sniffling as silent tears fall from his eyes. You move your hand to hold his, and he grabs it tightly, not enough to hurt but enough to show he doesn't want to let you go.

And he thinks you will go, maybe not willingly, but he is aware that people who are sick die. They die and there is little he can do about it. They always died. The thing is... who is "they"? If Akaza could throw away like you do, he would, feeling a sick knot in his throat when he looks at you, almost as painful as the sting in his heart. There is a girl there, and a older man, in the back of his head. He can sense them, somehow, even if he can't see or hear them. He knows they are there, they are in you...

You are going to die. He doesn't want you to die. He doesn't want to be alone again. Why can't he help you? Protect you? Why is he weak?

He hates it, he hates it. You are dying like them, even if it's not the sickness it will be a murder, it will be a suicide, it will be age, let it be anything... but you will be gone. You will be gone and he feels so empty when he thinks about it. Like nothing matters.

You have never been like this before, so he doesn't know what to think about it.

"I will be fine, Akaza." You say as he cries, knowing that he is weak, and because he is weak he is worthless. Undeserving of you, undeserving of the life you give him. "I love you." Says Akaza instead, and it feels like something he is saying because he is afraid he won't get the chance to say it again. He doesn't say any name attatched to that phrase, but the back of his head hides 3 words besides yours. "Please don't leave me." Akaza begs, and because you are tired and feeling so bad, you can only nod while closing your eyes.

You will open them again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and the next... you will open them again tomorrow.

[thebottomfromhell]

can you do headcanons for Nakime was a female demon S/O who has a lot of bad PTSD and hates super loud sounds? If she gets yelled at by another demon she can hold it together but as soon as the demon leaves she cares and sometimes has a panic attack?

FINALLY a fem Reader for Nakime in a request!!! (Look, I do this for everyone so I usually don't deny male readers and x male character, but I hc her as a child free lesbian, ok?)

I hope you don't mind, but I made some changes to add more drama to it. 💔 Hope you still like it. Hope everyone had a Happy Pride's Month! Let's not forget to fight for everyone's basic rights! Let's go lesbians!

Nakime defends Female Demon Reader with PTSD

Warnings: Character with PTSD, Excesive use of violence, Mentioned domestic abuse (implied towards reader, but nothing more than a passing comment) & Misandry.

To be fair, that demon was not being unreasonable to yell at you, you did almost get him killed. If it wasn't because this demon in particular was sent to a mission by the lord himself, he would have been killed by the Hashira you lead to him by accident in your attempts to escape. Of course he is angry. Of course he is yelling at you. You can reason that.

It doesn't make the shouting any more bareable.

You could never handdle loud noises, you don't know if your demon transformation makes you more sensitive or there is another reason burried withing your missing memories. But you can't regulate your breathing anymore, and you don't even need to breath, but the more you hear him shouting, the less coherent his words are, the more your chest feels cold and empty with a heavy sting. You can't move, you can't really understand what you are seeing, and you can't make up for anything more than a sense of dread.

You have heard of this place, the Infinity Castle, the place where you and others are summoned to meet him. When you first saw it as the door opened on the floor, making both you and this other demon fall for a time before crashing rather softly for the speed and time of the fall on a surface... it looked endless. Full of lights and possibilities, even making you forget for less than a second why you are here. You wanted to reach everything, every door, every corridor, every floor. You could only wonder what beautiful thing, beautiful god, could make such a thing.

Now you feels as if the space cornered you, asphixiating you. Just how did you live when you were human that you react like this? Your cells yearn to fight but somehow you are stuck as if you were a human woman being yelled by her husband, afraid of a strike. Was that you, once?

Then there is a strike, you flinch before freezing completely, realizing that you were not the one being hit after agonizing moments of silence. You look were the demon yelling at you was standing, only to see the upper part of his body gone, his legs still standing in place only for the nerves to give up and fall. Logically, that didn't kill him, but you can't help but react as if it did, looking around for a source of danger. Then you see her.

A woman in black, black clothes and black hair against pale skin, looking very human but you can sense there is more to her. She is one of yours, but more powerful than you. She is holding a biwa in her hands, playing a note that, once you blink, places you besides her in what earlier was a wall for you, now it's a floor. "Are you ok?" She asks, not exactly concerned, but not indifferent to your pain. "Between you and I, I can't stand when men yell too." She admits softly.

You keep looking at her, processing all that happening. It's only when you stand up that you realize that you have been hugging yourself lying on the surface for a while now. "Thank you." You say after a while. "What happened to..." You don't even know how to refer to that demon, you didn't know him at all. "He is waiting privately for the master to see him. By the time he heals he should be able to answer the results of his quest." There is some disdain there, not for you, but there is.

"Th-thank you again." You repeat ackwardly, just wanting to extend the conversation. You don't want to leave, you don't want to be ignored, you just... you don't know what you want, but you know you want something... from her? With her? Both? "I'm sorry for the troubles." You try again as she holds her instrument in a gesture that seems both sophisticated and loving, as if she was holding her very own self with it.

"It's ok. As a woman, I understand. I couldn't just let him keep screaming, he should behave in my castle if I am meant to stand havibg him hear until he gets an audience with Muzan-sama." Even with her hair covering her face, as she shifts her angle, you swear that that she is looking at you. With all of the situation, with the akwardness and your display of weakness, with her grace and display of empathy, you blush.

Huh... you didn't know you could do that anymore, you wonder as your heartbeats speeds and suddenly breathing becomes overrated. The same feeling little girls, like you probably were, get when dreaming about being someone's princess, being treated as one. That giddy and childish feeling comes with a sense of hunger, the aggressive and all consuming desire your demon body lives subjected to, but you feel full. Warm. Content withing you ambitions.

"I am Y/N." You also have a hope with it, very fragile, just like you felt not so long ago. But the urge is strong, and you feel it makes you a little strong too, and so you become a little brave. "May I know your name?" The other woman tilts her head, displaying herself before a soft, gentle and elegant shape forms in her lips.

It's not big enough to be a smile, but it's there. "Nakime. A pleasure to meet you, Y/N-san."

[thebottomfromhell]

I was reading one of your posts and seeing gyutaro bottom was just so JSBDJSOKWKA it fr gave me butterflies in my stomach from how good your writing is. I feel like gyutaro would be the type of bottom to either try and take control of the situation or not want to do anything at all– no in-between.

The thought of wrecking gyutaro on your cock is just so enticing and listening to his voice crack from hours of screaming your name is just chefs kiss. Some kinks I think he would like include choking, power imbalance, and praise. Again, I LOVE your writing so much okay bai

Sorry for taking so long to answr this. I usually answer this time of things in the spot, but I have been a bit busy and forgot I was answering to this. 💔💔💔💔

Yeah, I'm with you. The guy has no in betweens, but he can switch between the extremes, going for full aggressive dom to an embarrased, self-conscious pillow-princess that doesn't want the partner to stop but also doesn't like the attention. Also, the way he talks just screams that he is whinny and moans a lot, even if it's not necesarily fro pleasure alone. I do also believe he would take cock so nicely, crying and shying away while scratching himself. (He is my favorite)

I haven't really thought about choking in kinks for the Uppermoons. I remember having a list, one made fast, but I can totally see him. Though, I see him more into choking (shutting his partner up and having something to grab so he can steady himself. Also, how he grabbed Hinatsuru in battle) than being choked. Power imbalamce might be harder to explain, considering his position of social background vs the one he holds as Uppermoon Six.

Praise kink is something I have talked mostly as something he recieves more than he gives, but he in canon does give a lot of physical compliments to those he deems conventionally attractive, even if it seems more sarcastic. I do believe he would have an easier time insulting his partner (mostly out of spite, self-consciousness and to relate through proyection) than to compliment if he is in the heat of the moment, but he definetely would say praise too. Meanwhile I will forvever believe he hates when his appereance is praised cuz his first instinct is to believe he is being mocked or the other person is lying, but likes havibg his skills praised and melts for it.

Thank you for the support, it makes me happy when people enjoy my writtings and express so. I will keep uploading at least 1 request per month, so we will be seeing each other, I hope. 🫶🫶🫶🫶

[thebottomfromhell]

This one already has a Gender Neutral Reader Drabble/One-Shot, for anyone that is interested. I swear I didn't expect this incorrect quote to get so famous, but here it is.

Gyutaro: Ne. Remember when we first met and you thought I was a beggar?

Y/N: I didn't think you were a beggar.

Gyutaro: You gave me 100 yen, ne.

Y/N: ...

Y/N: I thought you were a stripper.

Gyutaro: ...

Y/N: We were in a prostitute distric and you were showing almost everything. What did you expect?

[thebottomfromhell]

ONE-SHOT

GN Reader confuses Gyutaro with a Stripper

@vrystalius you suggested this first

Based on this incorrect quote

Warnings: Mentioned Cannibalism, Sexual content, Frottage, Misunderstanding, Oral sex, Praise Kink, Implied and Mentioned humiliation kink (the concept is there, but if both Gyutaro and reader hace it it's up to interpretation).

Gyutaro usually stays inside Daki, sleeping, waiting for her to call him, so he can be nearby if she needs him but hidden so he doesn't get in the way of her living her best life. Then why isn't he doing it right now? He just killed a Hashira for her, both of them getting lost through the district in the fight, thankfully none of them gained attention from the common folk. This hashira was tough, he has to give them that, but no matter how good they evaded and blocked most of Gyutaro's attacks, the poison did it's work.

Now he just stares at the body... he is not hungry, he doesn't want to eat it. He just stares at the face, purple with all the vains popped out, bloodied popped out eyes, painful expresion in his face. Gyutaro feels... good as he looks at this person, pathetic, weak, useless, ugly and deppresing. He doesn't why, he himself is also ugly and deppresing, but he finds joy in watching this kind of human struggles. Still, he should go back to his sister, but a masochist and indulgent part of him decides to walk through the streets of the district, not caring, or rather yearning for the disgusted stares and comments he gets, as people move aside to avoid touching him. He looks human enough, too ugly to look a second time, at least, so nobody would figure it out. And even if they did, what could they do about it? It's a move about the power he holds over them, but also the desire of being seing a little longer before hoing back to sleep.

You, on the other hand, are here because of a lost bet and a messy group of friends. You all got lost in the crowd and now are trying to find your way back. You see some people moving, clearing a little space at the edge of the street, so you rush there to take advantage and settle to wait if you can find someone you know, as you probably shouldn't be on your own in this place. You hit your nose softly with something, and when you open your eyes after the impact you see a naked chest.

It's a man's chest, so it probably shouldn't have made you blush the way it did. Maybe it's the place you are, or maybe is the strange mix of ribs and muscle you have never seen before (that can't be normal, can it? Then again, you have heard some courtesans starve themselves to keep themselves small and thin. Is he a courtesan then? He is huge, though) or how silly the dots on one side of his body traze. You look without looking, curios of the weird marking the body in front of you has, barely paying attention to the details as you consume whatever else catches your attention.

Extremely thin (you are no doctor, is that even possible? No, look away, you shouldn't stare! Look away!), moles in all his body, muscles in his arms with a long clothe in his shoulders, hair half up. He looks messy and intimidating, specially as he shifts to stand up straight to look down at you, being previously hunched, leaning his face to the side. Decayed face looks bored, he looks like the brooding type, not really pretty, but he somehow is... sexy? Is that the word? You have no idea, you just know something in the way he moves and stands make him attractive, even if he is ugly as fuck.

"Oi, are you done staring, ne?" His voice is also ugly, almost hoarse, changing from weak and strong tones, with the end of some words extended with something that sounds like moaning, specially the "ne". The though makes you blush harder as you look down. What are you even doing? Besides making a fool of yourself... you knew you should have come here. You have no idea what to do now. Have you offended him somehow? Is he expecting for you to hire him now that you have eyed at him so much? Like, it has happened before sellers get mad when you eye too much an item but make no effort to buy it. Doe his body count as an item? He does sound a bit irritated.

Gyutaro decides it's best to leave, you are just an idiot who got easily intimidated. He walks around you, putting a hand in your shoulder to leave a message, that he has power over you and will still have while he is gone, and when he gives you his back he feels a bill paper against his hip bone, turning his face around with a crack, speed basically being the one that almost breaks his neck, had he been any less of a demon. He just looks surprised and confused, eyes wide open. What?

What?????

When you make eye contact with him you start blushing again, this time harder, to the point you feel dizzy with all the blood redirecting to your face. You just look down, not knowind what to do but feeling you have to say something. "This... is the custom, isn't it." Gyutaro just stares, eyes blank, trying to understand why you are giving him money when it clicks.

You think he is a beggar.

First his face, neck, ears and back get red due the anger, a violent blush as he presses tightly his lips together to avoid making noise. You look down at yourself, recognizing that... well, he has never NOT looked like a beggar, but it's still humiliated being looked down on. He knows he is ugly. His body is marked by black lines and dots, his stomach doesn't have flesh, he is a grotesque mix of muscle and bone, his hair looks greasy, his eyes are weird and bulging, he is barely dressed with the same pants he woke up as a demon, odd looking and that even let his hipbones show, besides their color giving the idea of them being cheap and dirty.

Fuck you, you blind idiot. How did you ignore the fact that his body is NOT human but managed to recognize that is the body of a street rat right away?! The embarrasment is killing him! "Ne... are you looking down on me?" He turns around to face you, his face just a digit away from yours as he hunches to make eye contact. His breath is hot against your face and you swear you can take a taste unmistakably human from it. Then you process what you heard and you get nervious, did he get mad?

Was it too little? It probably was too little once you think about it. This guy must not be the best looking but he clearly is... exotic? You think... why are you doing this? You have no idea what you are doing. Why does it look like he us trying to intimidate you? Is that a thing??? Do people get horny for this??? Do you????? "I can... pay more." Why. Do. You. Keep. Talking?! Don't you have any pride? Is this what people mean by liking to be "bullied"? The other guy raises an eyebrow, and mockingly, tauting you, after laughing at you. "Ne, ne. Paying for what, exactly?" You should be considering if you are a masochist or not for not just excusing yourself and leaving after this... for scientific research... yeah...

Still, you blush even harder than any red that you face and ears have contaiden ever before. You think even your neck and shoulder are this odd bloodish ugly and embarrasing color. This makes the stranger smile an inch from your neck. He is definetely teasing. "For... for you." You try, but it seems this guy, who definetely works here as a torturer, you decide, isn't satisfied with that. "What of me? Ne?"

... fuck it up. You frown at him and tired of his attitude you speak up, even if your face feels hot. "Your name, for starters." He tilts his head to the side, angry and hateful smirk bot leaving his face as he exposes his neck for you. You start trembling as you keep looking at his body, to which he giggles a little, eyes on you as if you were spotted and catched prey.

"Ne, ne. It's Gyutaro, if you want one to scream so badly."

Now... Gyutaro doesn't know how the fuck he went from intimidating you to being groped by you. No, it's not that he is not enjoying it. No, it's not that he is "Shut up!" Somehow you got him to... model? For you? He has no idea what is happening, just that for some reason you want to look at him, touch him, have him touch you. He is a lot bigger than you are, taller, but you still have him sitting in your lap, os rather with his knees at each side of you legs, so he can rub his scrotch against yours.

The friction feels good, he is rather loud, moaning and whining a lot. You are not sure if this is actually part of the rutine or not, so you just let the situation do as it's own. Both os you have your cloth in, but with time it starts to feel restrictive and wet. There is a smell around that makes you more desperate, as you grab Gyutaro and make him rub himself harder againat you. "You are so hot..." you say a second time after while of panting and hissing despite his protest. And he is, literally. He is very warm, warmer than any other human skin you have felt in your life, that and his weight make him suffocating as he is still over you.

But you like that.

You still don't understand most of this dynamic. You found and got a private place, thought most of it it's a blur in between the sensations, and you start touching his body. You can do that, right? He would have told you if you couldn't, probably. Would the sams apply to your mouth? You have no idea but you are tempted to check out. His muscles feel soft against the touch, or at least they do after just touching parts that are tight to the bones, like the hips. Gyutaro doesn't look ar you, often hiding his eyes under the bangs of his face and his mouth with his wrist. His breath is agitated, and the moany voice gets hoarce, with some whines of embarrasment.

"Cute." You say out loud without realizing, but he does and tenses, body even more red, more warm, and his dick getting bigger and harder against his pants. "Shut up, URGH! You... ne, you're so annoying!" He never stops moving, not as you touch him and he stinulates your intimacy with his buldge. You feel tight and wet, wanting more stimulation but having no idea if it's appropriate to undresss. You really should have asked your friends more about the hiring codes. But now you are here and don't want to stop. Contrary. "More... ack! Gyu-Gyutaro. I want more!"

For a seconds he actually looks at you, hesitant and a little afraid, you would say, before stopping his body. You groan and whine in frustration an it takes everything in you to not grab him to make him move more or take your hands to your scrotch. Then, slowly, painfully so, he moves off you, making you tremble as his preassure and heat disappears.

You look at him as he kneels in front of you, moving the clothes that cover your intimacy aside to move his mouth in there, a hot, strong and wet tongue pressing against the sensible parts, running through the area, saliva mixing with your fluids and hot breath teasing the pinkish parts. You arch your back as his mouth runs all over you, letting a breathy moan escape your lips. "So good." Gyutaro doesn't shy away from this compliment, unlike the previous ones. This ones seems to make him more eager to satisfy you, and he starts sucking on your scrotch, taking fully in everything he can in his big mouth.

You grab his hair by instict and try to direct his movements where and how his mouth feels the best, tongue and lips playing with wet noises, making you slick and ready for something that is probably not to come, but you do enjoy imagine him under you, full penetration as you move around controlling the pace. You miss a little his moaning and whining, but you swear you can still hear some of it, muffled against your scrotch most of the time. "Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good!"

He keeps going, even when your intimacy starts to feel tingling and spasms are comming near. You already start moving your hips at the same time you control his hair. So close, so close you can't stop now. If he does, you swear you are going to cry. You might cry anyway if you don't get to cum soon cuz it actually feels so good and you can feel it. "Gyutaro!" Your movements, breath, moans and everything becomes desperate, your voice gets to a higher pitch with you arching your back again as you cum in Gyutaro's mouth, and face as he pulled away from surpirse.

You are tired, vision blured, but you get to see his face a mess, his saliva mixed with some of your come still conecting his tongue and lips to your scrotch, face read and also trembling a little. Then, slowly as you let the information sink without the brain processing what it means, you close your eyes tired for some seconds. Except they weren't seconds...

You wake up the next day, a bit disappointed that Gyutaro is not with you, but there is a note in the side. You take it without reading it, deciding to wait until you get home and find your friends before that. Still, you hooe this means you can see him again, even if you have to pay for it.

Wait... you don't really remember but... did you actually pay him? Shit, you are not getting a debt with this place, are you???

You really don't know anything of this place, huh?

[thebottomfromhell]

hello, I hope you have a nice day!

I never requested here, so I'm not quite sure how to word this but..you had this one post about the 'children' upper moons taking care of a sick reader, and I got curious how the adult ones would deal with it?

Do not worry, we got you! It's a lovely request, one I can do with more ease than some others. I hope you liked the result, sorry for the wait.

From now on I will try to submit 1-2 request per month, last year was exhausting, idk if this one will be much better, but I will try to keep updating.

Uppermoons taking care of sick GN Reader

Warnings: Emeto (not as a kink), Manga spoilers, Angst, Implied Reader's death (Gyokko), Implied sexual content, Mentioned cannibalism, & Many of these people are their own warning of negligence,

Gyutaro:

There is something scary about sickness, something that repulses, something that makes anyone who suffers it aware of how weak their body is, and in the right circunstances, something that leads to death itself. Gyutaro just know from his voice, his appereance and how his body has some ghost stings... he was a sick human. And in the back of his head he remembers how he was terrified the few times Ume got sick. Thankfully, she was already selected for training to be an oiran back then, and it was a simple cold. They got her medicine, and Gyutaro has seen enough sick coutesans to know what to do.

Your body hurts with a trembling tiring cold and a head aching fever that reflects in the colors of your body. Your eyelids have a hard time staying open, your stomach feels both hungry and too full, as you also feel as if the more steps you take, the more it's contents bounce in your throat. There is also this hard time breathing by your stuffy nose, you feel awful, you really should have stayed in bed this night. You can't tell the feeling when you are grabbed in a position that lets you rest. "Ne, why did you come here while you are sick? Are you an idiot? Ne?" Gyutaro says as he slowly, so you won't throw up, brings you somewhere with a bed.

Gyutaro makes sure to cover you while making tea, not letting you loose liquid in your body, bringging you tissues and doing his best to regulate your temperature. He probably can ask Daki to send someone for medicine, but for now she is working. Still, he can make sure you don't get worst. "Try to sleep a little, ne. I will take care of you." You try to reach him, sight blurred as you speak with a sore and painful throat. "Gyu... Gyutaro..." He just gentle pats yous head, making you groan as the hand is warm against your burning face. "Ne, I will be here when you wake up. So don't worry about it, ne?" You nod, closing your eyes, feeling a cold towel over it soon after, falling asleep the second you feel comfortable.

Gyokko:

Does he look like a babysitter or a medic to you? NO, GODS NO! HE IS AN ARTIST! "Why are you- get out! Get out! You'll infest my pots with your ilness and destroy their magestic aura with those negative energies! Out! Out!" He said the secons he notices you are sick. Really, why did you have to go and make it his problem? He is not going to let you drag him out into something so... disgusting. The smell of sick humans has always been a giant turn off for him. Very bad pieces to work with.

And it's too easy to notice. You are pale, trembling, stuffed red nose, eyes bulging and wet, and you have an expression of being in pain he would like if it wasn't because of the state of your face. It's clear that you knew you were sick and decided to go to him anyway, as if he would take care of you. Fat chance! "Gyo..." Gods above and below, you also sound awful! You can't even finish saying his name with how painful it is to talk! "Just don't bother me when you are like this! Go home!" Except... you don't know if you can. You feel really tired and cold, your tongue feels too big for your mouth giving you a nausea sensation, your head hurts and you have a hard time keeping your eyes open.

You look at Gyokko, hoping he will understand, and after a while he gives the most annoyed and disgusted scoff ever. "Urg, FINE! I guess you can go sit somewhere, JUST GET AWAY FROM MY PIECES! SPECIALLY THE LIVING ONES! I'll check you up later or something, I guess." You nod and do just that, Gyokko doesn't have a bed so you just sit with your back against something. It's not comfortable, but at least you can rest. You should have stayed home, you think as you close your eyes. Just... rest for a little bit... until you fall asleep, and Gyokko never checks on you....

Hantengu:

Oh no! OH NO! OH NO! This is bad, this is very, very bad! You don't look so good. Are you dying? You can't die! He might as well be blamed! He can't! He can't! He- "Han.. Ha-" you tried to talk to him, but the pain in your head and belly, and the tightness in your stomach, won over as you felt your throat trying to spot your last meal from coming over, ultimately failing with the disgust of the flavor of acid mixed with the food and the textures made you react and throw up. Then Hantengu just... stares.

You should have stayed in bed. Your head hurts too much and you tremble due the cold you feel and effort everything suddenly has. Hantengu looks at you for a few seconds before picking you up, slowly and softly. His flesh is cold, but more comfortable than the ground. "You... you should go back to sleep." A memory, did he have a wife? A daughter? A son? Maybe a sister? A brother? He can't tell whatever the figure is, it's blurred and constantly changing, but he has taken care of people before. The same way he has killed people before.

He brings you home, directly to bed and starts to prepare tea, maybe he can steal some medicine and leave everything besides you. Then he will leave, he can't stand being near you in this state. There is a knot in his throat and chest, his hands tremble harder than usual, he hates it. You sleep in the conforts of your bed, having already let the exhaustion take over once you were in his arms. You wake up again later, still dark, Hantengu is nowhere to be seen, but there is a hot pot of water, herbs, a bucket of cold water with a piece of cloth and medicine besides you. That is all you can ask of him.

Sekido:

You've done it. He has told you several times to take care of yourself, that you are weaker, human. And what do you do? You don't take care of yourself. Fuck you. No, not literally, you are in no condition for such thing. Why do you insist on making him mad? "I told you to cover yourself, now look at you. Sick in the middle of winter. Do you want to die?" He asks angry as he glares at you, he knew this would happen so he went to yout home, and you definetely deserve the "I told you so" speech he wants to still give you.

But he doesn't, instead he looks at you, still in bed, nose full of knots, pale body with red face, trembling, tired and pained eyes, so he growls one last time before silently, still glaring his hands, he goes to the kitchen to boil some water and get a bucket of cold one, making sure to make tea. You wait for him to come back, being able to hear some movement in the kitchen. He comes back with things in a tray, he remembers the sensation of being ill from his human life. That feeling of weakness angers him to no end, but at least he knows what to do. "Se-" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

You obey, more from the fact that your throat hurts like hell than from the fact that he screamed at you, even if the volume dis make you a bit dizzy. But you also trust that he will take care of you, he always does, even if he hates every second of it, and you learned not to take it at heart. You know he loves you, even if his condition limits his emotions, he does show it the best he can. But for now you are too tired to really think about it, and decide to take advantage that you are going to be taken care of, closing your heavy eyes before going to sleep as you feel the cold piece of cloth against your forehead. That is better.

Karaku:

"Well... this is something..." Karaku was always aware you, as a human and full individual yourself, could feel and experience things he didn't, those things being mostly weaknesses. He is aware that you can get sick, he always was, but in a different way he is aware that you can get tired, hungry, hurt, and many other problems linked to humans' weaknesses. Those are things he has to deal with whenever he is with you, you getting ill is not. This is the first time he ever sees you sick, after all.

"Em... what... should we do? Can you sleep it off?" Thank the gods his emotion is not pride, because his lack of knowledge is embarrasing. The thing is that he is pleasure, he doesn't get to relate and subconciously pocess memories of illness from the main body. He has no idea what to do, and you look awful. AND FEEL awful. Your throat and nose are full of knots, your eyes are wet and heavy, everything is freezing and burning at the same time, your head hurts. Sleeping it off sounds tempting.

Unfortunately, you know that is not how it works. If you try that you will wake up feeling worse, or dead in the worst case scenario. You shake your head as you stand to go to the kitchen, already knowing that talking might hurt and not even wanting to try, and he follows you, watching as you boil tea and take some medicines. Karaku doesn't talk nor does anything, he just stays nearby, sitting besides you when you go back to bed. He is still there when you wake up, this time with more tea, medicine and some rice besides you. He is trying, that is comforting, and you do get better at the end, even if he didn't do half of what he ends bragging about. Fuck Karaku, probably in the nice way when you get better.

Urogi:

He doesn't understand what is happening at first, he has to actually remind himself that such a thing as ilness and sickness even exists. As a demon, he is inmune to all of that, as a joy demon he doesn't even has the shadows of what it felt like as a human. So he is very little aware of the situation, like a pet not understanding ehat is going on, only that you are tired, probably feeling a little bad, but still doesn't get the concept you need certain cares in particular unless trained. That is exactly what happens, Urogi starts acting like a cat. "Are you feeling better already?" A very clingy and annoying cat.

While you have a horrible headache, your body switched between being too cold and too hot, you feel you will throw up if you eat anything, a sore-pained throat and you have a hard time breathing... Urogi gives you a harder to breath by cuddling on top of you. He always forgets how heavy he is for you, now that you are sick it's worse. "You are awake! Are you feeling better now?" No, you are not, but he looks you with such a big happy eyes you pretend to not feel awful. You decide to not push him off to go to the bathroom and then boil some more tea until it's unbearable. He follows you around the house, trying to talk to you as you are too tired to even look at hin while you midlessly walk through the house.

Urogi really doesn't understand, but he still just keeps staying with you, sleeping in the same bed as you, following you through your routine, even begging to be let in when you decide to take a bath or go to the bathroom, constabtly asking if you feel better already, of you can play with if, if you are not bussy... it's a miracle this boy has not killed you already, because with how little rest and peace he gives you you swear the time it usually take you to heal duplicated. But you healed, at least.

Aizetsu:

It's sad, you know? How weak humans are. You could die from this, many humans did in the past, but unlike them, you have medicine and someone taking care of you. But how sad that someone is a demon, whos pathetic existence is not to take care of human, but to break them, open their bodies, bite out their organs and eat. Then again, sick people where never the most edible, more a matter of taste than anything else, so you might have been saved even if he didn't care about you as he does. "Y/N, you need to drink more tea." That doesn't change the fact that he has never done this before, so he reads several books, following exactly what they tell him to do. He has one in his lap right now, holded gently by his hands.

"I'm fine Aizet-" You can't even finish the sentence before coughing, you are definetely not fine. The clone thinks he has some echoes of the main body's memories, subconcious, but still there. The is a sense self-pity when one is sick, he can tell that much, but Sekido might remember more than he does. At least he can be logical enough about it to know that your body's temperature is not normal, so he can try to get it back as always while keeping you hidratated. There must also be some medicine of some kind.

Still, his knowledge is very limited. Had it being a wound, he would at least have an idea of what to do, having enough experience with human bodies. What breaks them, what tears them, what pierces them, how and why. But this? It's a pitiful state he never had to face. "Do as I say, your stubborness makes me sad." But he still tries his best to take care of you, not afraid to ask for tips as if, what medicines are available or what can you eat. "Thank you for taking care of me, Aizetsu..." He doesn't answer that, just... keeps going with the pity, as always.

Nakime:

Unfortunately, she did tend her husband most of the time he got sick, even if he never returned the favor if she catched some of it. She can barely remember whatever she did back in the days, considering they didn't exactly have money for medicines that now she can access to with her powers, unnecesary by her new nature. She was glad of that until now, because she didn't want to remember her time as an unappreciated artist and wife, but now that you need her... she wishes she remembered a little more. "Nakime..." you call for her, she makes some tea. You can't see her as she is in another part, wall from your point of view, but you can hear her speak, even if you can't hear what she does. "Don't talk if it hurts you. You'll only make it worse."

You have the decency of doing as you are told, she also fixes some medicine, hoping that it's the best one for whatever you are feeling. She never though she would find herself doing housewife chores again, yet here she is, taking care of you. With the sound of her biwa she goes back to you, the noise makes your head ache, making you grit your teeth, but she ignores it. You need to stay in a darker side and she would rather not have you exposed to more loud noises than needed. One biwa note every few hours should be something you can manage. "Your temperature is still high. Drink your tea and medicine, then ho to sleep." She puts a wet cloth in your forehead, making some of the pain in your head subdue. You nod, not really wanting to fight her on this.

Nakime gives a look, she really hates having to do this work, specially with the phantom memories that she has, but she is going to tolerate her own disgust for you. You cough a little after drinking the tea with her help, too hot for you. Still, she is patient and holds it before you until you can try and drink again. "Tha-" "Don't. Just... take better care of yourself next time. Besides, I just told you to not talk." You finish the tea and lie down with her help, feeling too warm, drained, tired. You close your eyes as she looks at you more, and waits until you fall asleep to leave the room, letting you rest.

Akaza:

Coughing was a familiar sound for Akaza, even if he doesn't know why. There is a sense of home with it, but at the same time a fear and desesperation building up in his chest. This feeling surges up when he sees you pale, trembling, eyes having difficulties to stay open, red cheeks, and your throat makes weird spasms. "Sit down, slowly, let me help you. You are about to throw up." He brings a towel and gestures to to throw out in it, rubbing your back as you do. Everything about it is gross, the smell, the sounds, the sensation of acid and solids up your throat, the tightning pain in your stomach...

Yet Akaza doesn't seem to mind any of it, just getting rid of the towel once you are done. "Stay like that for a moment, I'm going to give you something to drink. Small sips, ok? Then you can sleep." He is careful, methodical, every step memorized and displayed naturally. You have seen Akaza preactice his katas, he is lethal, fast, unhinged, even sadistic. But you know from every time he holds your hand, that he hugs you, that he listens to you, look at you... this gentle, caring, and serious part of him is... it's also Akaza.

"Don't speak, here is some tea. Grab it with me, I will help so you won't drop it. Be careful, though... it's barely stopped boiling." It can only be Akaza. "Here." He helps you to drink, the sips are uncomfortable, but it's the better alternative. "Good, I'll make you some okayu. You should sleep for now. Lay down slowly." He helps you sgain, and you feel like you can rest.

Douma:

"Oh, my! Look at you, Y/N! You are sick! You definetely have a fever!" Douma would know, he has seen several of his followers get sick, even if he has never gotten sick himself, not even as a human. It was as if he wasn't allowed, with the care everyone always took of him. He can easily recognize the symtoms of fever. Pale body with red face, tremblings, eyes tired and pained, person saying it's cold when their body is actually very warm, stuffy nose, weak and sore throat that coughs. Really, he has seen it more than once.

On a cool fact, he can also recognize some terminal illnesses, like Tuberculosis and (that's a common one). Every now and them someone sick comes praying to Douma as they seek aid from the gods, yadda, yadda. Most manage to extend their lifespan in Douma's cult, so they keep believing the lie and so. Still, he has never seen or being part of the few one that get cured of their colds and so (just 100 years ago they died so quickly, but they die less and less from it now a days). "Dou... douma..." you call for him as he goes to a servant.

"Bring Y/N to the medics, silly little thing came to me instead. Proceed as always." He says and you are taken away. You have medicine of great quality, meals and drinks are specially disposed for you to heal, with Douma visiting every few hours. A part of you yearns for his presence and his care, but a more logical part is grateful he just sended you away to be taken care of. Who knows if you would have survived being "healed" by him. "Don't worry, Y/N. You should feel better in a week or less. I will be waiting." He says before leaving you alone to tend his followers. This doesn't mean a thing for Douma.

Kokushibou:

There is a memory he doesn't remember, but he can feel it there. His brother started coughing and trembling with a pale body yet red face, he saw their mother go off to see him a lot, surrounded by a matress to cover up. Yoriichi didn't make a fuss at all, even ill. Michikatsu would slide some candies and copy their mother in bringing hot cups of tea (he didn't manage to get the medicines), the infusion badly made by a 6 year old Michikatsu. His father slaped him so hard he fell to the ground when he catches the cold, realizing where he got it from. Somehow, Yoriichi never got sick ever again. Now you are sick, and Kokushibou wants to leave.

He shouldn't be wasting his time taking care of you, not that he would how. It's been so long since he could actually get sick, he doesn't know what to do in those cases anymore. Did he ever know? He had a wife and kids, but he has no memory of ever taking care of them, that was the medic's and servant's job, not the husband's one. But he ia not a husband to you, that means he has less responsibility still. Then why ia he keeping you company? He can barely meditate, for some reason you being sick makes him nervious. "Ko... Kokushibou..." You call for him in bed, your head hurts, it's hard to breath and you feel cold yet burning at the same time. "Don't speak." If he says that out of concern of your sore throat or out of his confort in silence, you can't tell.

He makes tea, he has always known how to make tea. Basic ettiquete, he calls it, saying it's not worth praising even when he makes the best tea you ever tried. And he makes you drink tea and bring the medicines you have stored, not administrating them, just getting them near you do you can help yourself. Besides that, he just stays besides you in silence. There is a strange comfort in that.

[thebottomfromhell]

On this same subject, I need to add, you liking something doesn't mean it's a masterpiece and that is ok. You are allowed to like things that are not perfect, even things that have low quality. You prefering dino nuggets over caviar is valid.

It's doesn't even need a deep reasoning like "it's nostalgic", "I watched it with someone special", "it's my confort show/has my comfort character", no. You just liked it and that is perfect, you don't have to defend your tastes as long as they don't hurt anyone (like hyping on different types of violences and themes that are not appropriate within a context, like glorifying any type if abuse) and respect spaces that aren't yours.

It someone is giving a critical thought and addressing what went poorly, then you don't need to get defensive. You liked it, that's it, and nobody is allowed to say you shouldn't or making you feel less for liking it.

Good writting =/= I liked it neither.

Does anyone else feel like most people in EVERY FANDOM seem to not be able to separate the quality of a piece of media and their personal opinion.

Like, they say "the show is bad because something I wanted to happen didn't", "the show is bad because I don't like/can't relate to the characters", "the character I like didn't get enough protagonism", "the show is bad because it's woke". The same with movies, book, and videogames.

Bad writting =/= I didn't like it. Why is that so hard to understand?

[thebottomfromhell]

This is me Aya.. ‏🇵🇸

Imagine you wake up with nothing left.That's exactly what happened with us .we moved from having everything to having nothing.In a blink of an eye ,we lost everything, our house ,dreams, memories belongings and our works. We are starting from zero and need your help to climb the leader step by step from scratch.

All the positive words cannot express how generous you are, especially in sharing my posts to inform other donors about the people of Gaza who are still suffering from the terrible conditions caused by the unjust war on Gaza!

Please continue to support us by donating directly or by sharing the link to let others know. Don't hesitate to help people in difficult and miserable times until the dark days are over. 🙏🏻🍉

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I ask this with shame: Please donate a small amount that may save my father's life, he needs daily medication worth 55€ and will undergo surgery worth 250€💔, Please don't ignore my message and don't hesitate to help me 🍉

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🛑We are now under a severe siege, the price of a bag of flour has reached 1000€

The last donation was a while ago😞

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am mohammed ayyad of Gazans, living in very difficult conditions because of the war that the Gaza Strip is under. Since the outbreak of the war on the seventh of October we have been evacuating .Then the journey of suffering and separation began,because my children were separated and evacuated from our home without covering or clothes., From here they became infected with diseases, and what increased our fatigue was the constant upbringing due to the different areas in which we were displaced, as we were displaced 9 times, and this was very expensive, the last of which was the 9th of this August from Hamad Town. In addition to that, we have lived in the summer season in a tent that did not exceed three meters, closed with nylon, so it is like an agricultural greenhouse atmosphere. It is very hot. All in all, we live difficult days that no human beings can affordWe have no work because of the war, and we do not have any kind of money and this is accompanied by a crazy and horrible rise in prices.Although water is not suitable for drinking, this is the cause of many diseasesThe last suffering is that we are out of Hamad without taking our purposes or our tents and now we are searching the earth in the roads and our children and our elderly parents are suffering..So we use direct donation including what they can or share links fully so people can know our tragedy and pain. Remember a small contribution can make a difference in the lives of many children who are dealing with their health condition all. Leave their details and make them happy with your generous contribution.

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✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #286 ) ✅️

Hi, I'm Tareq from Gaza 🇵🇸, and I'm a father to three beautiful daughters. 👶🏻

I hope you, your family and loved ones are doing well. We live in Gaza in very harsh conditions, especially in displacement camps. I came to you to ask for help and donations for me and my family. We desperately needs your donations and support. I hope you can help me save our lives. 🥺

I need your help if you can donate to save my life and the life of my family 🍉 Asking for help is not easy, I am asking for a small donation of only $20 from each person, $20 will save my family from death in Gaza 💔 Donate through the link in bio (gofundme) Together, we can reach our goal within same days and provide crucial support to me and my family in Gaza. Your contribution means everything to us and in these difficult times, your kindness is our greatest hope. We are so grateful for any help you can offer and thank you for your kindness and generosity in our time of need. ✨

You can take a look at my campaign link in Bio ❤️

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[thebottomfromhell]

This is me Aya.. ‏🇵🇸

Imagine you wake up with nothing left.That's exactly what happened with us .we moved from having everything to having nothing.In a blink of an eye ,we lost everything, our house ,dreams, memories belongings and our works. We are starting from zero and need your help to climb the leader step by step from scratch.

All the positive words cannot express how generous you are, especially in sharing my posts to inform other donors about the people of Gaza who are still suffering from the terrible conditions caused by the unjust war on Gaza!

Please continue to support us by donating directly or by sharing the link to let others know. Don't hesitate to help people in difficult and miserable times until the dark days are over. 🙏🏻🍉

https://gofund.me/c4c2cf82

Support for Palestine.

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Hi lm hamdi lam from Gaza.lam a father for 4 children . our small goal is to reach 2,000€  there is less than 900 € left to reach our goal.please donate!! . We are still suffering from the effects of war and the loss of everything, This amount is not just a number, but a real opportunity to rebuild our lives and Help me complete my children's education and put a smile back on my children Thanks 🙏🏻

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Hello my friends🫶🫶

donations are few and life is hard💔

for more than 5 days I have been asking for 500€ to reach the short-term goal of 30.5k€,⁉️

but we still need less than 400€ to reach it🙏🚨🇵🇸

I hope you continue to support and participate until the goal is achieved as soon as possible due to the poor living conditions we are living in

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Hello 👋,

I hope this message finds you well. My name is Aziz, and I’m reaching out with a heartfelt plea to help my family find safety and reunite with our mother. 😞

The ongoing war in Gaza has torn my family apart. My mother and newborn sister are stranded in Egypt, while I, along with the rest of my sex family members, am trapped in the midst of the genocide in Gaza. We have not only been separated but have also lost our home and are enduring unimaginable hardships. 💔

Your support can make a difference. Whether by reading our story, donating, or sharing our campaign with others, you can help us reunite, find safety, and start anew. 🙏🕊

Thank you, from the depths of my heart, for your kindness, compassion, and solidarity during this difficult time. ❤🍉

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Revloging for solidarity and Gaza. Remember to do your daily clicks and donate whenever you can.

Also, don't feel guilty if you can't. The situation is heartbreaking, but solidarity with the cause does make a difference, much more tha the pity you may feel towards others and yourself, as valid as those feelings are. At the very least it will be once it's time to write about what happened, and what lesson we want say to others at the end. Don't forget about Palestine.

Best of lucks Aziz, you have my best wishes.

[thebottomfromhell]

Gyutaro, with a doll in his hands: Ne.. "how' you doin'?"

Daki, with another doll: ONII-CHAN! Say it in your girl voice! Why do I-

Gyutaro, turning to see a Y/N trying not to laugh: Y/N, look away, ne....

Daki: -have to keep asking you?!

Gyutaro, in his girl voice: "How you doin', ne?"

*Y/N starts laughing their ass off*

Gyutaro: ...

Gyutaro: I'll burn everything you own and love to the ground, ne.