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HELP IM SO SORRY I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TUMBLR WORKS SO I HAVE TO KEEP ON SENDING YOU MESSAGES I GENUINELY APOLOGISE.. (im the one who sent the anonymous messages) and you are not late at all i sent those messages like a few days ago!!

i would love love love it if you continued that story because i love your writing style SO MUCH but please dont force yourself, im glad you are back g!! take it easy 👍

Ughh you are so sweet so in honor of lil ol you heres this until chapter two is finished!!!!

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Disclaimers and desc :

Crafty swordsmiths occupy a hidden village deep in the forest out of sight, hidden from all those who don't inhabit it. The swordsmiths here work hard to provide demon slayers with unique and special weapons. While the men live in the village, forging and crafting night and day, the wives and children reside in another village not too far from the ladder. Swordsmiths are allowed home occasionally to check up on their wives and spend a bit of time with their children. Both Tanjiro and Inosuke, two demon slayers who both have equally unique swords as the Hashira, have two talented swordsmiths who work until their fingers become numb. Hotaru Haganezuka and Kozo Kanamori. While Haganezuka stays in his forging room most days, closed off and shut away from most people, Kanamori is a bright and open man married to a lovely woman. Or at least Haganezuka thought they were happily married until Kanamori knocked on his door with tears trickling down his cheeks.

TW: mentions of self harm, suicide, divorce, smut among other things. This is a ship that I feel like people don't really know about Haganezuka x Kanamori Also if you are uncomfortable with age gaps consider if an 11 year age gap is uncomfortable to. I mind you however that both these characters are and will be CONSENTING ADULTS but if the age gap still bothers you, you don't have to read. Anyway Enjoy. (Also Kotetsu is like their child :)

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Kanamori stepped out of the shower, enveloped with the scented tingling of warmth as he turned toward the mirror, his hair wet and stringy.

The sun had barely risen and there laid a hefty fog that covered the dirt paths and rocks. Kanamori woke up early every morning, showered, did his hair, put on a light face of makeup, got dressed, and soon left for a long day of hard work. It was a routine he was all so used to he did it without even thinking some days.

Kanamori was looking forward to seeing his darling wife, En, during his break. Since En was a woman she lived in a village rather far from the swordsmith's hidden sanctuary. That village held the women and children of the swordsmith's keeping them completely separate from one another.

Swordsmiths had certain times and specific days that they had breaks and they rarely ever had holidays off. They had to be willing to drop everything, including their family, for an emergency back at the village. It made it increasingly difficult that the only way to get between the villages was by foot. Kanamori hadn't seen his wife in months and he truly missed her.

Kanamori also had the reputation of the most wonderful husband in the swordsmith village. Him and En were rumored to be the perfect couple. So perfect that they fell in love at first sight and Kanamori couldn't help but boast about how beautiful and amazing she was. Rather it be at cooking or at cuddling or even at scolding, she was beautiful through it all. That was all Kanamori could think of as he got dressed for the day.

When he was finally ready however, his mind cleared and he was ready to enter his focused zone. Inosuke had recently snapped his swords while fighting a demon. The demon apparently had the ability to cut through a nichirin sword. Kanamori was horrified when he heard that there was demon that existed that was made of blades.

As Kanamori stepped out of his small two room apartment, provided to him by Tecchin as were all the other workers, he was faced with many more groggy swordsmiths trudging on to their work stations. He joined the miserable line with a smile that clashed against all the others tired frowns. Now don't be mistaken, these men love their jobs! It's just the fact that they were all awake by four am every morning. Some choosing to wake up even earlier.

Nonetheless, Kanamori made it to his workspace and got straight to it. Hours passed and finally Kanamori was halfway completed with Inosuke's blades. He stared and the shining blades in awe, admiring his own craftwork. As Kanamori admired them he couldn't help but wince at the harsh treatment they were going to endure once handed over to boar boy himself. He then laid one on the ground, the other sword still on the table.

Now for the painful part.. Kanamori thought. He picked up a rock and began smashing the blade multiple times, wincing with each hit. In the end he created the perfect blade for Inosuke. The teeth that had been forced into the metal were always a necessity though it was Kanamori's least favorite part of his job.

Later that day, just before he was let off for break, he decided to visit the swordsmith village's least favorite man, Hotaru Haganezuka. Why? Because Kanamori wanted to. Kanamori, though he still found Haganezuka incredibly annoying, was just as warm and kind to him as he was to everyone else though they fought a lot more. And the insults they used were never pretty...

Kanamori knocked on the man's door and then walked inside. Haganezuka had his own small shack for his work so that he remains focused through it all, though nobody could break his focus if they tried anyway. Unless they tickled him. Which nobody dared to even think other then Tecchin, Kotetsu, and Kanamori himself.

Haganezuka was looking at a blade he had just completed when Kanamori entered the room. Haganezuka looked up from his craft. "What do you want?" He asked in his usual raspy voice. "I'm just checking up on you before I go on break." Kanamori replied. He walked over to a chair and sat down, his hands on his knees. "Okay. You've seen me. Now leave. I can't have any distractions." Haganezuka turned back to his craft but stopped when Kanamori didn't leave.

Kanamori didn't leave when Haganezuka turned back to his blades. Instead Kanamori watched and spoke as if Haganezuka hadn't said a thing. Kanamori had always done this. Since the very day they met each other. When Kanamori first met Haganezuka he was shocked by his attitude. Haganezuka however at the younger age of nineteen was just as stubborn as Kanamori himself.

Kanamori would go out of his way to sit with Haganezuka and talk to him, knowing nobody else would. Kanamori brought Haganezuka his favorite meal every day and even made carefully crafted flower crowns to compliment Haganezuka's "beautiful features" as Kanamori claimed. He never said that to his face though... He's done it so often that it had become a routine, though Haganezuka still opposed it every time. Haganezuka never had anybody to really chat with and he acted like that was perfectly fine with him. Silence and solitude was his way to live or so to speak.

Kanamori found out later down the road however that Haganezuka was just a really lonely man who felt he had no chance at friends so he didn't bother. During these talk sessions, though it would mainly be Kanamori talking, he found that when Haganezuka was listening to something it was rather easy to tell what he thought based on his answers. Kanamori did just that as he sat there watching Haganezuka work. "Which slayers are you making blades for?" Kanamori asked quietly, his hands pressed on his lap.

"Tsuguko." Haganezuka replied.

"Who's tsuguko?"

"Serpent Hashira."

"That's nice."

"Mhm.."

"Your craft work has gotten better lately. I'm impressed."

"Thanks..."

"You're welcome! Your swords just keep getting better, as expected out of you."

"m-mhm..."

Kanamori continued smiling behind his mask. A method of teasing the two shared. Haganezuka couldn't handle compliments, he'd shrink down and become quieter. He'd shy away from them most times. It was something Kanamori enjoyed watching and that annoyed Haganezuka to the core. "You've always been skilled in both blade making and dedication. Something other people just couldn't understand." Kanamori leaned back and pressed his body against the wall.

His words weren't necessarily made to be sincere compliments. They were made to get a reaction from Haganezuka. This usually worked and Kanamori would manage to strike up a bearable conversation. However, the last sentence he spoke erupted in a feeling of deja vu inside Haganezuka.

Haganezuka froze. This caught him off guard. Haganezuka hated recalling his past and he remembered all to well how his teenage years had been. Haganezuka was about seventeen and sitting along a bridge staring at the canal under his feet. A bit away was a group of other people his age all wearing the same color masks as he. They were gossiping and playing jokes on one another. Haganezuka looked toward them and felt an ache in his stomach.

He was scared. To scared to approach them and say hi. He already grew a reputation of a complete loner. Suddenly, he heard small footsteps next to him. When he looked up he saw a small boy. Kanamori. He was six at the time yet he spoke a lot clearer than the other children his age. Haganezuka groaned at the sight of the kid. He sometimes felt like Kanamori was stalking him. Whenever he was alone Kanamori would pop out of a bush with his favorite snack.

That time was no different. Kanamori sat next to Haganezuka and set down a plate of mitarashi dango. Haganezuka side eyed Kanamori and sighed angrily before picking up the plate and munching on its contents. "Why don't you say hi to them?" Kanamori asked in a small voice.

"Because." Haganezuka answered. Not really an answer at all. Kanamori huffed. "Come on Haganezuka! You can't keep sitting in this exact same spot everyday eyeing a group of other teenagers and then complain about the fact that you didn't say hi." Kanamori looked at Haganezuka with an eager expression.

Since Kanamori was younger and not yet taken the role of a swordsmith, he didn't feel he needed to wear a red mask. Though many have told him it is important, he claimed that he'd never wear one until he began to make swords himself. Because of this his face remained uncovered and his perfectly thin eyes stared into the large eyes of Haganezuka's mask.

"No way! Now shut up or leave me alone." Haganezuka yelled and Kanamori sighed. "Come on. I'll bribe you with mitarashi dango if I have to." Kanamori yelled, taking the plate out of Haganezuka's hands. Haganezuka scoffed and snatched the plate back holding it high in the air, out of reach of Kanamori. "As if I would ever get bribed by somebody like you."

Kanamori huffed and stomped back into the bush he popped out of. Haganezuka sighed a breath of relief. That was before he was hit with a rock. "Ow! KANAMORI!?"

Kanamori laughed and tilted his head. "You just have a kind of dedication that they don't understand is all." Kanamori smiled as if he didn't just assault Haganezuka with a rock to his head. Haganezuka stared at him for a few moments before chasing after him and throwing him into the river current for hitting him with a rock. Kanamori had always been a weak swimmer though...

Haganezuka recalled the memory. Kanamori was a rather bratty kid. It annoyed Haganezuka more that Kanamori was as sweet as sugar with everybody else besides him during the time. When Haganezuka looked up to say something, Kanamori was gone. The stool he was sitting on was empty and Haganezuka sighed.

Finally. Peace. Haganezuka thought, but as he started working again the silence slowly became unbearable. His heart felt colder than normal and he found it hard to focus. Almost like an emptiness had washed over him. Haganezuka looked at the door which was wide open. Come back..

Kanamori rushed down the dirt paths to the gate of the hidden village. The heat was unbearable yet he was feeling strangely happy. Kanamori waved and nodded at everyone he passed by. They all did the same. Kanamori picked up some litter as he walked at a speedy pace and even stopped to buy some bread and flowers for his wife. Walnut bread, her favorite kind.

He recalled when they first met. She was from a village rather from the ladder. Kanamori was delivering a finished blade to a slayer he used to forge for and he had to pass through that village in order to get to his destination. As he was passing through he decided to stop for tea. When he did, he saw the woman working at the small tea shop and fell in love with her at first sight. She did as well. The two promised to keep in touch and now, he was married to very same woman. He was so happy that they had met that day.

Kanamori had left the village and walked down a dirt path that took him down deep into the forest. The lush greens and limes were all something Kanamori always appreciated. He loved to take forest walks. Especially in thick jungle. This forest however wasn't to long. As soon as he entered he left it in about twenty minutes of walking, following a what was essentially a desire line with many twists and turns. When he left the forest he stopped for water at a freshwater bank and continued on for maybe twenty more minutes.

His legs were tired and he was sweaty but he was determined. He smiled brightly when he finally reached the kazoku village that held all the women and children of the swordsmiths. As Kanamori entered through the gates and walked through the streets he felt a rush of serotonin set as he saw his small little house. As he walked he was waved down by many little girls and boys.

"Welcome back Kanamori-san!" "How's work back at the village?" "Can we play ball later?" All the little children loved him. They all drowned him in questions and requests. He laughed and kneeled down to the group as the mothers blushed behind their okame masks and smiled at how kind and gentle he was. "I'm happy to be back. Work is going well! Swords being made. And yes Tokoishi. We can play ball later." Kanamori laughed as the children held his hands cheering.

The mothers walked over, three beautiful women. One took her child's hand and bowed her head. Another told her child to go on home as she followed and the last one, the mother of Tokoishi laughed as she picked up the boy. Kanamori smiled and gave the boy a pat on the head and kissed his mothers hand with the mouth of his mask. "It's nice to see you again Yoko!" Kanamori smiled and let down her hand.

Yoko bowed her head, her long brunette hair was tied into a tight bun and covered with a yellow headscarf. "I'm glad to see you as well! I was scared you were going to leave me forever." She spoke with a sad tone. "Oh you know I would never.." Kanamori tilted his head down even though Yoko was (A lot) taller than himself. Yoko was around Haganezuka's age. In her mid to late thirties though she looked much younger than most of the rest under the large white cheeks of her mask. She was close to both Haganezuka and Kanamori. So much so that Kanamori considered her a sister.

She walked with him, holding her boy in her arms as they caught up with each other on things they missed. "Yeah! And then I told Sakura, 'Bitch, you really cannot say that I'M the messed up one here when YOU were the one who told Yoshito to do it in the first place.' I was livid Kozo. Livid. Then she had the audacity to hit me!" Yoko rambled on as Kanamori listened in shock.

"What did you do about it?" Kanamori asked. "Oh. I bit her and stole her wedding ring, threw it in the lake forever to be lost at sea." Yoko laughed and Kanamori stared in awe. "Jeez..You're evil." Kanamori stared ahead, lifting off his mask and revealing his face.

"Me!? Evil. How dare." Yoko laughed as they arrived at Kanamori's door step. "Well I guess this is where I leave you." Kanamori turned around and hugged both Yoko and Tokoishi. "Yeah I suppose. Tell your wife I said hi!" Yoko gave off the aura of a bright smile before turning and walking back the way she had came. Kanamori nodded in her direction and then opened the door. He walked inside and the familiar smell of candle wax slapped him brutally in the face. Kanamori closed the door and sighed.

En had always been somebody who loved using candles. Even in the middle of the day. Kanamori set his mask, walnut bread, and the flowers he had bought for his wife onto the counter and took a large breath. He walked up the steeper stairs and into their bedroom. In him and his wife's bed was the woman herself. She hadn't wrapped herself in anything but blankets, and her hair was loose and free. She snored quietly and Kanamori smiled. He walked over and kneeled down kissing her cheek gently.

"Hey honey..." He whispered as she groaned. She immediately shot up at the sight of him and the blanket fell to her waist and as stated before, she was covered with nothing but that very blanket. Kanamori gasped and slammed his head onto the bed while En covered herself with a laugh. After all these years of being married, the sight of En's body still gave him a shocked tingle. While his head was down, En kissed the back of it. "Welcome home darling..." She mumbled.

She honestly didn't sound to pleased though.

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So I honestly find this first chapter a bit boring just because this is meant to be the introduction so yeah. The story will be sad but it WILL have a happy ending I promise!

Anywho I'll see how long it takes for chapter two and after each chapter is complete I'll just post them on here. I also really appreciate you for reaching out because it makes me feel so good about my writing knowing that at least one person is reading and enjoying it.

There will of course be small snippets of other kinds of writing while Chapter two is in the works and if you have any requests you'd like me to do. I would ne more than happy to do them!!!

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hey im the one from earlier, i literally scrolled a bit and found out you said you werent going to publish it until its fully finished- sorry im so blind have a good day/night

UGHHHH I have no idea when you asked this and I'm so sorry if this is so late! I've been working on a lot of things with myself and my stories so I haven't posted in months. That story has been a bit of a hiatus however!!!!! If you are still interested in reading it, I'd be happy to continue it and post it on my tumblr instead!

Also I guess this means i'm back now lol. I need to get back into the writing bizz anywho!

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Soo

I entered for an AO3 account because me and my friend want to post our ridiculously made fanfiction on there. And I mean ridiculous. We have four chapters written on a fanfiction that ships and features a crossover between two entirely different things. It's weird and crazy but it's fun.

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Okay. I haven't been here for a WHILE and I've had so much drama going on.

I may or may not have a crush and everything is crazy around me right now.

People tell me. Should I just walk up to him and be like " hey your pretty cool I wanna get to know you more " or what?

I WRITE ROMANCE I CAN'T ROMANCE

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Pinterest got the wildest shit

Real people made these.

Let that sink in.

My gosh...

One of my favorites ^

I love Pinterest

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Hah. Nerd.

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Heard this thing and it reminded me of them

~Xie lian at his worst~

Hua Cheng : You know. If everyone loves you that means I love you. If only one person loves you then I am that one person.

Xie Lian : And if nobody loves me?

Hua Cheng : If nobody loves you. Then I do not exist anymore.

NSISNDOSNSIAOSJDO reminded me of them so much

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When it comes to Lucio Asra changes his entire personality

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My Hagamori book is making me cry

So I've been sitting here finally getting the motivation to write chapter two of the Hagamori story I have been writing and I am literally making myself cry with how bad I feel for Kanamori. Kanamori's wife is acting like she doesn't care about him at all and I can't with this.

I genuinely hate myself for this.

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Asra and my character (Short idea I had)

So as some people may know. I'm entering my "The Arcana" phase again and I was thinking of stories that I could write for fun. I thought of this idea. So I'm still using an oc of mine but it isn't the main oc that I use for when I play the actual game. In this world the apprentice for Asra and already dead and he is grieving very sadly.

I also just found out that Asra is my birthday twin!!! So yay!

(Read this while imagining sad piano music and rain in the background. Or just listen to some. It makes it better.)

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Asra was complacent with many things, always living in the present, fearing the future. But how he desired the passed. To remind his first and only love who they were but knowing the consequence, one he could not bare to go through again.

The bleeding of both his fingers and heart, the pain, the sorrow. Everything would have been for nothing. So selfishly, he coveted their warmth and affections. But in the end, it was unrequited. His love torn apart for the second time. It hurt, half his heart hurt.

Deep violet eyes glazed over the one large wooden bookshelf filled with potions, books, and spells. Each one more grand than the last. Each one with deep value and memory. Some of the items he sold were trinkets he found while in journey's with his first love.

Some were items he found on his own and gifted to them but that were left behind and he couldn't bare to look at them. Everything in the shop reminded him of them. Everything he had done was gone.

Asra stared at the shelf, broken. He heard a sudden jingle of the front door bell as someone entered, snapping him out of his grief. His eyes followed a tall figure of dark complexion. Their skin shimmered like diamond and their hair stretched down to their thighs in long, tight dark brown curls.

A feeling of both power and admiration that radiated off of them. Asra stared in curiosity. It didn't seem like the person was from around the area, since the way they dressed was far different from that of others in Vesuvia. The most apparent item of clothing however was their hat. It was a classical witch hat, dark fabric with what looked like squirrel skulls surrounding the brim.

A long veil cleanly sliced down the front made of red mesh fabric. It covered their face quite well. It added a layer of mystery to them. Clashing with the dark reds and black of their formal attire and heeled boots was a beautiful hummingbird, blues, pinks, reds, and browns covered her feathers.

The customer stared at the shelf of items, intrigued by each one. Admiring the colors, shapes, and sizes of them. Asra watched at how they scanned the merchandise with a blatant fascination for their history. The hat the customer was wearing was not one Asra was accustomed with.

Those kinds of hats never really found themselves on that side of the city. Asra approached them with measured footsteps, his eyes on the hummingbird perched on their shoulder. He didn't bother to hide his own intrigue.

The sun had gone fully down by this point, the air beginning to chill. "Hello traveler. I'm Asra. It's rare to see shoppers at night." Asra smiled, tilting his head down as he waited for the other to speak. The traveler turned their head towards the magician. Their stare was cold and their grin as a touch of evil in it. "Well, I am an owl."

The hummingbird on their should began to flap her wings rapidly, flying around the shop seeming just as fascinated in the items on the shelves as the traveler was. "Your creature. She's beautiful. Is she a familiar?" Asra asked, intrigued by the tiny creature.

"Yes. She's my familiar. Her name is Amarante but for short, Amia."

Their voice was deep with the slight hint of an accent. Soothing yet chilling to the bone. Asra admired Amia once more, though this time with more caution. The hummingbird had a sense of regality about her, but combined with the figures sinister smile, he couldn't help but wonder if it was something deeper or perhaps, darker.

His curiosity peeked again when he asked another question. "What's her role as your familiar?" Asra asked, leaning on the wall directly next to the shelf of goods being sold. The other seemed pleased by being asked questions. "Well, she's like my sister. A forever tie between us, like soulmates." They answered, Amia perched herself on their hat enjoying the feeling of being tall.

"And yours?" They pointed to the front counter of the shop. On it was a beautiful light blue and lavender snake, large and resting peacefully. Asra turned his head over to her and folded his arms. "Oh. That is Faust. She's like...My lifeline. Having her with me saved me from many things." Asra stared at her. She coiled up with her head smooshed in the middle of her long body.

"She's a beautiful snake." They nodded and walked over, tilting their head and holding out their finger. Faust's eyes opened and she lifted her head. Her tongue flicked around their finger and after a few seconds, she booped the tip of their finger with her nose.

Amia looked at Faust, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Faust nosed the travelers finger again before wrapping around their arm playfully. Amia flew over to Faust and stood directly on top of her head.

The two familiars stared at each other, seeming like they were sizing each other up. Faust lunged upwards attempting to grab Amia in her mouth. "Faust, no!" Asra shouted as he ran over to the three, the traveler having no reaction to the situation at all.

Amia was locked in Faust's jaws. Her tiny bird food slammed against Faust's face sending her halfway across the shop. Only then did the traveler react. They grabbed Amia and scolded her for not watching her strength. Asra picked up Faust who slithered into his shirt. He was astonished by the sheer strength of such a tiny bird.

Asra rubbed Faust's head before looking back at Amia and her companion. The traveler opened his mouth and shoved her whole body inside, swallowing her whole and then sighed. Asra stared in disbelief. Such a tiny graceful creature being the familiar of such a tall masculine figure was quite the sight to see. Especially after the tiny bird was swallowed by them.

"I apologize for her. She can be quite the hassle." The bird didn't move beyond that point. Asra wondered what had happened to her. Had she just died? Asra sighed and tilted his head. "Uhm. If I may know. What is your name?"

The traveler smile and then bowed their head, "Volta Eostrothis. Nice to meet your acquaintance." Asra watched them bow in front of him seeming a bit surprised by the level of curtesy. "Eostrothis? I've never heard a last name quite like that before. Where is it from?"

Volta was a bit surprised by the question. "I'm not sure. I never knew where my name came from." Asra nodded. "I see." Asra thought back to the hummingbird companion of Volta. "How long have you and Amia been with each other?" Asra asked, walked over to his circular table with a clean table cloth on top of it, the booths creating a U shape against the wall.

"Well, me and Amia have been together since we were born. We're twins. Born same day, place, and time. I suppose that was what drew us together." Asra sat down on one side of the table as he listened, the fact that the two were twins would explain how their bond was strong enough to be called soulmates.

"You have an intriguing bond with Amia. You must cherish it at all costs. Have you ever been separated from her." Asra asked another question, leaning back against the booth he sat in. "Alas, I have not. Not unwillingly that is. We separate sometimes for errands but that never happens without each other knowing where the other is at all times. We see the other through each others eyes."

Volta explained their bond further and Asra was surprised. He hadn't yet had this thought cross his mind. Having such a close connection with another being that you could see through the eyes of the other and even share thoughts.

The magician looked at Volta with newfound awe but could not stop a tinge of sadness from forming, a stark contrast to the curiosity in his eyes. Asra thought and wondered for a single moment. Has he ever had a bond like that? Or did he have one and lose it? Or maybe worse. Did he have one and never even realize it was there until it was too late?

Asra couldn't bare his own thoughts. His lips trembled as his gaze locked on the floor. Volta looked at him in a sympathetic way. "Something is on your mind Asra. Speak." Volta urged him and sat themselves down on the other side of the table directly across from Asra himself.

Asra hesitated, his mind was a complete mess of his mixed emotions. "I...I had a person whom I was very close to. I believed we were connected in a way words could not explain. It was like they truly knew me. Perhaps like you know Amia."

Asra sighed before continuing. "I lost them one day. For the second time. The first time hurt more than anything I've ever felt. I did everything I could and when I did get them back it felt like the connection we had was severed. The second time, I could do nothing. And it felt like a piece of me died with them."

Asra set his hands on the table, running his thumbs over themselves. "It's difficult, feeling like you lost a piece of your heart rather physically or emotionally or perhaps both. It makes you regret. Hate. Many negative feelings." Volta nodded in understanding. They stared at Asra, their brows furrowing as they watched his lip quiver and heard his voice grow shakier.

"Yes. They often filled my mind after they left. Yet, what I always think about is if I could have done something differently. If I could have tried harder, or if I was too foolish. Too careless." Asra rubbed his eyes and made a deep sigh. it was difficult to speak of such feelings openly; he had always kept his worries to himself. It was a hassle on its own to even get him to say he was uncomfortable.

It made him feel foolish that he had bottled up to much reoccurring pain that he had to confide in a stranger. But he didn't know what to do or feel, feeling that lovely blue snake of his snuggling up in his lap.

"Was this person, a friend? A lover perhaps?" Volta asked in a quiet voice. Not too demanding but not to careless. They held their hands just inches away from Asra's own. Asra took in another breath before speaking again.

"They were like my twin flame. We were more than friends. We shared the same soul, our thoughts always intertwined, yet we experienced our own individual feelings and lives." Asra paused before starting again.

"Some would call it a romantic connection. But to me it was so much more than that. They helped me grow as a person and helped me learn to love and thrive. They taught me magic and emotion. Warmth and taught me what it was like to have a home. But when I lost them, it felt like everything had become tainted again."

Asra thought of the many memories he had with his first love. The days he would come back to the shop tired out of his mind and a warm cup of coco would already be made for him. The time's they would stay up late into the night and Asra would tell them endless stories of his travels. The look in their eyes as they listened to his tales always brought him pure joy every morning and every night.

"They sound lovely. Connections are a hard thing to both have and loose. In fact, saying their hard is an understatement really. If this person was as close to you as you say then I'm sure that a piece of them is still close to your heart. Rather it's a memory or an item, or merely just a feeling. They're always there. Untainted and pure love is the strongest kind of magic that exists." Volta spoke in a tone that was understanding and sweet. It was as if they truly understood the emotions Asra felt.

Asra sat speechless for a small moment as he let Volta's words sink in. He wanted to believe their words, for their statement carried a kind of wisdom that could only come through experience. Anybody could say the words but he could here the emotion in Volta's voice that spoke words of its own.

His eyes widened when Volta spoke of untainted a pure love being the strongest form of magic. Asra couldn't help but wonder if that was where he made his mistake. Making that god awful deal. That god awful deal that was his last resort. If he hadn't done it he would have lost them the first time but because of that deal he was able to spend at least a little more time with his first love.

"But can love exist without them...without their presence?" He spoke in a soft and sad tone. Feeling lost in his own emotions. Drowning in a pool he had thrown his own body into. "I have tried to hold onto their memory, but time has a way of twisting things." Asra stared at his hands.

Volta tilted their head and sighed. They owned a feeling like that once. The feeling of being helpless and alone in the world after losing someone. Volta let the silence between the two settle before they spoke again. "If you love someone and they leave, pass on, or anything else I know it can feel like you could never let love in your heart again. But when you feel yourself smiling rather it's at a person, joke or item. That is loves first blossom."

Volta sat their back straight against the booth. "The love you feel after you've lost someone only grows stronger. Love after loss only grows stronger. Some people don't allow themselves to love after they've lost and therefore it can seem impossible. But that's what taking a leap of faith is. It's not a jump to another side. It's letting go of the edge, falling, and letting yourself free."

They tilted their head and watched Asra's face closely. Asra's gaze was fixed on the table and Volta could tell he wasn't yet convinced. "But what is I'm scared of that fall? Or of what comes after? "Of the love not being enough to heal the wound?" Asra wondered allowed in the form of questions he asked Volta. One after another, curiosity and fear building up inside him.

He found that he couldn't help but gaze at Volta's face, as they looked at the magician concerned, trying hard to understand his thoughts the best way they could. When Asra finally found his words, he continued to speak.

"Is it not easier to shut out that feeling and lock it away? To be safe? To be protected? Why love once more when you can simply remain the way you are, unchanged?" Asra asked many questions again, needing, wanting, yearning for answers he did not know.

Volta nodded, "That fall is called a leap because it's a big step. It's okay to be afraid, in fact you should be afraid. There will be days where you feel scared, where you hurt, where you cry, and that wound will never truly heal. But when you take that fall and hit the bottom, though the wound won't be gone, it will be faded. It will be painless, and you can look back on it with fond memories."

"Shutting those feelings out will change you. And it wont be for the better. Saying that you'd remain unchanging isn't true. Change happens every second of every day. You cannot ignore that change but you can choose whether that change will be positive or negative. Hiding away never helps anyone thrive. By taking that fall, your letting yourself love again."

Asra was silent as Volta spoke. The words had resonated with him and he could the doubt seeping out of every fiber of his being. He understood but he didn't want to believe. The first small step was admitting it. "I think...I think I've been running away from the edge. Too afraid to let go. But if it means that I'll be able to love again and make them proud, then perhaps it's something I'm willing to do."

Asra looked up at Volta and smiled weakly. His lips still quivered but his smile was genuine. Volta gave a him sweet and comforting look as they saw Asra slowly loosening up. "There it is. The first blossom." Volta gestured to Asra's weak smile.

Asra nodded he head and looked down at Faust who was still cuddled up in his lap. "Thank you for...helping me understand." Asra let out a small yawn and stretched. He felt like he had just finished a therapy session but he had one last question he wanted to ask before he closed up the shop for the rest of the night.

"Volta. Is there anyone you love? Anyone who loves you?" Asra was curious as to how the other knew so much about the situation. Volta had let him ramble about his problems, so he wanted to know if Volta had any of their own.

Volta was a bit surprised by the question, not expecting that to be what Asra wanted to know. Volta then looked down at their hands still pressed on the table and let out a sad sigh. "I'm afraid not. My wounds have not yet faded and my fall has yet to come." They lifted their head to look at Asra. Asra wasn't entirely surprised by this, half expecting it.

He had a feeling Volta was too introspective not to be able to relate to what he'd gone through. Asra stood from his seat and stretched once more once Faust slithered off his lap and into his shirt. He stood in front of Volta with a smile on his face. "Well, then perhaps we will take that fall together? I know I will." Asra glanced down, hoping Volta wasn't offended by the gesture.

Volta simply smiled a warm and delighted smile. One they hadn't done in a long while. "I would like that actually..." They answered. Asra felt a small spark of joy ignite in his half heart within him. He had been alone for quite a while. Wondering when he would be able to move on. Holding to hard onto the past and not letting himself be free of grievance.

But having someone who understood brought him comfort. Asra held his hand out to the other and spoke in a soft voice. "I'm Asra Alnazar. I think we are going to be good friends, Volta."

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The Arcana

So there is this amazing visiual novel game that I play, and I'm starting to get back into it. It's called "The Arcana" and I think more people should play it. I love it very much.

I love (almost) all the characters. Nadia is okay and Portia is cool but the girls don't interest me that much. Asra is probably my favorite and Lucio my second favorite. I hate when people try and justify what Lucio has done. He's like, an awful guy however, his character is incredibly well written and amazingly executed. I can't help but love him. Muriel is a sweetheart. Julian is fucking stupid. Like I'm waiting for the day he trips over his own feet and knocks his other eye out. I love him though.

Anyway, here's Asra and Lucio.

Lucio was a bit sick and feeling a little goofy. Excuse his sweet self...

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This guy because I love him so much and I don't know why people don't recognize him as much as they do with demons like Enmu.

Kyogai!!!

Yeah Remeber him? I wanna write some stuff about him. Because I love him.

Koygai

I need some prompts for him so I can make him a story. If somebody could give me an idea that would be great!!

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The fact that even KFC was sad about SatsuSugu break up is astonishing to me...

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Haven't posted in a while (Hagamori Lemon)

So, I took a long break from writing for a bit because I was feeling a little burnt out with how much I've been doing for my series. However, I will try to post something at least once a day to get back on my grind. So for now, I wanted to write two of two things.

So for the first one, it's gonna be a Hagamori lemon (smut) scene like I said I would at some point. So yeah enjoy the scene.

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Kanamori sat underneath the heat of a fire lamp light. The sun had gone down hours ago yet crickets continued making their nightly racket deep into the early morning hours. At the table, sitting on his knees with a book and brush in hand, Kanamori yawned and stretched his arms up into the air. He closed the book after writing a few more words and looked behind him, the kitchen light illuminating the otherwise dark room that Kanamori was sitting in. From the kitchen walked out a man holding a cup of hot chocolate. 

Kanamori smiled softly, Haganezuka was supposed to be asleep hours ago, yet here he was with that cup of hot chocolate probably burning his already rough skin. Kanamori quickly took the cup and set it down, shaking his hands when he let go. The cup was practically on fire and sighed and turned his head to Haganezuka. “You shouldn’t carry hot cups with your bare hands..” Kanamori patted the spot next to him on the floor beckoning Haganezuka to sit down. 

Haganezuka nodded and sat down next to him. “I know but mittens feel odd. I don’t like them.” Haganezuka laid his head on Kanamori’s shoulder and sighed. “Well, it’s better than burning your skin off.” Kanamori grumbled. And Haganezuka rolled his eyes. “Are you almost done?” Haganezuka asked when he saw the book on the short table. Kanamori took a long sip of his practically boiling milk unphased by the heat in his mouth. “I am done with this one. I still have one to go.” Haganezuka groaned. “You were supposed to be asleep, why are you still up?” Kanamori asked. 

Kanamori set the cup down and turned his body toward the other man and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pushing his head onto his chest and rubbing his back. “I didn’t want to go to sleep without you.” Haganezuka mumbled. He hugged Kanamori close. The moon was extra full and the whole room was warm with the smell of chocolate and bread. It was cozy, cozier for the two in each other's arms. 

Haganezuka had finally, after about three months of dating, gotten used to being cuddled, taken care of, praised and flirted with. It had taken him a while before he saw it as normal. His stern facade always came down one way or another when he was with Kanamori. He was finally able to accept that he had found someone that didn’t care for his “Garbage personality” though it took them both a long time to realize it. 

Kanamori set his finger under Haganezuka’s chin and lifted his head up, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. “You should go to bed.” Kanamori tilted his head and sighed with an airy laugh when Haganezuka shook his head and refused. “Well what do you want then? I have work to finish.” Kanamori lifted his hand to pick up his writing brush again but Haganezuka grabbed Kanamori’s wrist and held it down to the floor.

“You.” Haganezuka stared at Kanamori, their faces only inches apart. Kanamori chuckled nervously. “Hotaru..” Haganezuka had a fixed frown on his face as he stared, his head tilted down and his hair loose in front of his eyes. Kanamori tilted his head and brushed Haganezuka’s hair behind his ear. 

Kanamori looked at his writing brush and sighed. “Hotaru, I have work to finish.” Haganezuka scoffed and lifted Kanamori and threw him over his shoulder. Kanamori yelped and laughed. “Hotaru. Put me down!” Kanamori continued to squirm but Haganezuka was stronger. Haganezuka threw Kanamori down onto the bed only a few feet away from Kanamori’s work table. He folded his arms, his face in a child-like pout. 

Kanamori wanted to get back to work but Haganezuka pouting was only a small step closer toward being tied up and threatened with a knife. That was also a small step to close. Kanamori exhaled a deep breath and opened his arms. Haganezuka smiled and flopped his body onto Kanamori and Kanamori let out a laugh. 

Haganezuka flipped over onto his back and set Kanamori onto his waist. Kanamori smiled a gentle innocent smile and leaned down, pressing his lips to Haganezuka’s softly. Haganezuka’s lips were rough but still felt oddly relieving pressed against Kanamoris. Kanamori remained in place for a few seconds before Haganezuka broke the kiss and pushed Kanamori’s head onto his shoulder. 

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Kanamori was going to lift his head up but felt Haganezuka’s lips glazing across his own soft skin. It sent an odd tingle throughout his body, his face warming up. Kanamori closed his eyes, Haganezuka lips kissed his neck and shoulder gently. His teeth nipped at Kanamori’s skin making it turn slightly pink. Kanamori made soft moans and quiet gasps, his hand brushing through Haganezuka’s hair giving it a grip and tug back. Haganezuka’s head was yanked back and Kanamori lifted his head up and smiled. 

Kanamori kept Haganezuka’s head firmly held down and slid his hand down Haganezuka's chest down to his waist. Haganezuka didn’t protest, eager for Kanamori to make his move. Haganezuka didn’t care who was where, he just wanted Kanamori to do something. Kanamori slid his hand into Haganezuka’s pants, running it down his thighs and pushing his pants off his legs. 

Haganezuka just laid there, his eyes filled with a lust that couldn’t be explained. His gaze glued to Kanamori’s exploring eyes as his body was slowly exposed, piece by piece being stripped of his clothes. With his body exposed he felt a tad embarrassed. His legs pushed open and Kanamori leaning down, his mouth getting awfully close to Haganezuka’s tender pink hole.

Haganezuka closed his eyes tightly as he felt Kanamori’s tongue push inside of his body, the thick sheen of saliva making it easier for his tongue to be shoved inside. Kanamori swirled his tongue around Haganezuka’s insides, he was warm and Haganezuka couldn’t help but let out the moans that were bubbling up in his throat. 

Kanamori let out an airy chuckle at Haganezuka’s noises, pushing his tongue in further. Kanamori felt Haganezuka thrust his hips up, his body becoming tender under Kanamori’s soft touch and lick. Haganezuka tried to relax his body, allowing Kanamori’s tongue to slip in and out of his body. After a few minutes of Kanamori but sucking and lapping Haganezuka hole he pushed in a singular finger. 

Haganezuka made a quiet gasp and whimpered when he felt it. Kanamori’s finger plunging into him and pushing against the raw walls of Haganezuka’s insides. Kanamori made a playful smile, his body still fully clothed while Haganezuka laid in front of him, his legs slightly shaking. Kanamori twisted his finger and then pushed in a second. Haganezuka’s legs shaking more and trying to close while the other held them apart with his waist. 

Kanamori pushed his fingers against Haganezukas walls and soft spots causing Haganezuka to moan slightly louder with his back curving. Kanamori sped up his hand, twisting and turning his fingers, wetting Haganezukas hole with both saliva and the wetness of his own insides. 

Haganezuka could finally lift his head. He looked at Kanamori who had undone his belt and pulled down his pants. The head of his length already rubbing at his own entrance. Kanamori made a soft grunt as he pushed the tip of his length inside of the other, Haganezuka moaning painfully. His hand gripped the sheets under him. 

Kanamori took it slow. He was gentle, his eyes filled with both lust and love, as he pushed the rest of his length inside Haganezuka, leaning down and allowing Haganezuka to cling to him, scratching his back and biting his shoulder. Kanamori winced but allowed it, the aggressiveness of the other and raw pain and pleasure Haganezuka felt only turned Kanamori on even more. 

Kanamori moved his waist with Haganezuka’s. Staying slow and waiting for Haganezuka to make a sound of gesture saying he could speed up. He allowed Haganezuka to get comfortable with the feeling before moving on. The scene finally became more intense as Kanamori sped up to a pace that rocked their bed back and forth. 

Haganezuka’s muscular frame intertwines with Kanamori's lean physique, creating a visual feast for the senses. Their movements are synchronized, a dance of pleasure and pain. The room echoed with their moans and gasps, a symphony of ecstasy. 

Kanamori yanked on Haganezuka’s soft and long locks of hair, Haganezuka letting out a pained but satisfied moan, a bit of drool ran down his chin as Kanamori thrusted into him making grunts and groans from the tightens around him.

Haganezuka was flipped around and set on his knees, his upper half shoved down. He bit down on his pillow while Kanamori held his hand on Haganezuka’s head, still gripping his head and holding him down. Kanamori moved in different angles until he found Haganezuka’s prostate, most of Kanamori’s body still clothed in the process. 

Kanamori constantly hit Haganezuka’s prostate roughly while Haganezuka both whined and whimpered under him. Haganezuka’s jumbled and incoherent words mashed together, a mixture of curses and begging. Haganezuka repeatedly moaned, “Kozo Kozo...Kozo~ Kozo!” over and over, his voice cracking after each time. 

 Haganezuka clenched his fists into the blankets and released a loud moan and a flow of white sticky cum onto the sheets. His body shook in place. Haganezuka always came a little too early when he bottomed. 

Kanamori hummed and leaned down, kissing the back of Haganezuka’s ear pulling his own hips back and then slamming them forward making Haganezuka jolt forward with a gasp. Kanamori kept his lips to Haganezuka’s ear, biting on it every few seconds. His thrusts were slow but hard and violent, Haganezuka’s insides being beaten ruthlessly by the man on top of him. 

Haganezuka was shaking, drooling, moaning, and crying all at the same time. He enjoyed every moment, his breath steamy and his body covered in a thick sheen of salty sweat. He loved it when Kanamori was aggressive with him. Kanamori was always the right amount of aggressive, never giving Haganezuka too much or too little. 

Kanamori gave one last hard thrust into Haganezuka and then wrapped his arms around Haganezuka’s waist finally cumming inside of him. Haganezuka felt himself filling up with the other man's cum, Kanamori’s length still nestled deep inside of his body. 

Both were filled with raw passion and unbridled lust. These two men left nothing to the imagination, proving that sometimes, rough could be oh-so-good..

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Kanamori pulled the dirty sheets from under Haganezuka and threw them into a bucket of water in the kitchen to wash. He then walked back to Haganezuka himself and helped him to the bathroom where he ran Haganezuka a warm bath. He got him cleaned up and then properly tucked into bed. 

Haganezuka smiled and kissed Kanamori, the other reciprocating immediately. “Thank you honey..” Haganezuka mumbled before laying his head down. “Love you.” He spoke before finally drifting off to sleep after Kanamori kissed him on the forehead.

“Love you too..” 

Kanamori then stood up, sat at his small table, and got back to work. 

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IHUSGUDISHDIU I was screaming while writing this and I was also writing in the dark so I apologies for any grammar mistakes. It is a bit rushed but I'll definitely be writing more Hagamori stuff. I hope whoever read this likes it and as I always say, My requests are still open so give me things to write!!

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Okay but why the hell are some of the manga panels so freaking funny. Like why you look like that...

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Sour Series /Episode 1/

I decided to make this series of really short snippets of sad things the characters from demon slayer go through and or deal with that I think would fit there character. Of course none of this is down right canon though it might be based off of their canon experiences and other canon events. Anyway I was just feeling like doing that and I will be doing ALMOST ALL demon slayer characters. Yes that includes characters like Kyogai and Sakonji. I hope everyone likes them and can understand why I think these would fit their characters. Anywho, Shinobu Kocho

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Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu has always been a calm woman. Rarely ever showing more than a concerned look on her rather fair face. However, even for someone as trained to hide emotions as she is, they get to her sometimes. The stress of having all the lives of each demon slayer in your hands whenever they are hurt. Or the fact that your arms are so weak and frail you can't do the main purpose of your own job?

It hurts to think about how others in the corp might think of her. She doesn't like thinking about other's opinions and she normally does not. She simply acts like she doesn't care at all. However, when these emotions do get the best of her, it is hard for her to cry.

This mainly happens late at night when she's peacefully asleep and suddenly has a bad dream. Without being prepared for the sudden jolt of emotion it takes a rather large toll on her mood. Her hair would be frilly and roughly curling the sides of her face as she hugs her knees to her chest in her quiet room. This is when she thinks of all the things she dislikes the most in order to get the tears out and over with.

She thinks about how she could do nothing for her sister, or how people must see her because of her so called "negligent" personality. She makes herself rethink whether her choices were truly the right thing to do.

She rethinks about every moment of every day where she could have done something a little differently and it would have changed for the better but she didn't do that thing. If only she had thought it then. if only it had came into her mind. if only she cared enough to remember. Using this method she easily begins to cry. The tears are silent though. She doesn't sob, she doesn't whine and she doesn't scream. She sits, her face cold yet calm.

And she cries.

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I think I want to change my pink theme...I wanna be yellow. Perhaps be named Lemon. Zesty and tingly with flavor and pazas. Should I?