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reminder from upper one 🌙

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¡¡SPOILERS FOR KTYE - The Rengoku Route!!

I can't decide so yall are helping me again!

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I got hyperfixated on one of the unvoted fics...

Me when i dont know if to make a future!Nezuko in the past fic, Gyomei x Reader fic, Hashira reader fic or Blue spirit zuko fic:

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Actually, yaknow what.

Me when i dont know if to make a future!Nezuko in the past fic, Gyomei x Reader fic, Hashira reader fic or Blue spirit zuko fic:

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Me when i dont know if to make a future!Nezuko in the past fic, Gyomei x Reader fic, Hashira reader fic or Blue spirit zuko fic:

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I- i dont know what to do anymore 😭

Uhhhh, gimme ideas for Possiblity?? Any at all would be appreciated, im honestly really stuck. I have the first part written but its FAR to short to be a chapter.

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Giyuu + Obanai redesigns

Uhh I will drop the lore uhh.... One day

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Happy new year!! I hope everyone has a wonderful year!! To start us off on a (hopefully) good note and wity slight spoilers;

Possibility Chibis!!! This is just how i imagine them, so this is in no way the 'canon' skin color, hair color & texture nor hairstyle. You can imagine the mc however you prefer! This is just for funsies 💕

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PLEASEEE DONT KILL MUZAN IN THE POSSIBILITY FIC ONE AO3 !!!🥹🥹 it’s literally sooo good the way it issss i love the writing sooo much bad like I feel like you capture every demons personally sooo well!!

Hehe slight spoilers, but due to the vote i held awhile ago he will not be! So no worries dear <3

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Now we also got KTYE - The Rengoku Route!! I honestly couldn't help myself LMAO

Another chapter of Kinder than You'd Expect posted!! Tooka little long but oh well.

If you're interested but dont wanna go to ao3 yet.... Here's the first chapter!!!

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To put it bluntly, you had been kidnapped on your way to highschool.

You didn't know how long you were unconscious for, considering that it was night now and that your kidnappers had somehow managed to bring you into a forest where it was snowing despite it being the middle of summer.

You were tied to a chair, a piece of thick cloth in your mouth to keep you quiet and your wrists and ankles firmly bound behind the backrest and to the chair's legs respectively.

You struggled earnestly, even if they were right behind you, cowering. Their words, which were in japanese for some odd reason that made you really glad you took japanese classes as an extracurricular, were just as cowardly and confusing.

“please accept our offering, gracious demon king!”

“We've picked a ripe body for you!”

A...ripe body? Okay what the hell did that mean?

You continued struggling, wanting desperately to remove the cloth inhibiting your speech to yell at them for being cowards who couldn't even face you face to face despite having kidnapped you. Not that you weren't yelling muffled obscenities at them.

A harsh rush of wind made you close your eyes and brace yourself, your school's uniform unfitting for the weather. You shivered, opening your eyes again after a moment. They widened with fear as something undeniably dangerous settled in the air. You looked up, spotting something, someone. Your kidnappers sounded both rejoiced and desperate.

“My Lord!”

“Our King!”

You looked at the man for a long moment, recognizing him with a sense of dreadful fear.

'Demon king'.

Thats why they had said demon king, it was because that was who he was.

Muzan Kibutsuji, the demon king of Demon Slayer.

You wanted to cry, the immense power and anger radiation from him oppressing and fear-inducing and stark indication that this wasn't some really good cosplayer. A weight settled over the atmosphere, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from his, no matter how much you wanted to simply cower and hope that, despite the very realness of his mere presence, it was just some weird overly realistic hallucination.

His eyes, strikingly red, stayed on your own for a awhile before moving up to the two people, kidnappers you reminded yourself, behind you. You took the moment to look away from his face, examining his too accurate clothes before landing on the snow infront of your feet. You stayed with your head hanged, unsure what to do with the smoldering sense of danger he was instilling into the very air.

Then, after a moment, footsteps began approaching you. His footsteps. You flinched and braced yourself for whatever the hell was about to happen. He stopped infront of you, his shoes in your view. You could feel sweat beading up and running down your face despite the cold, out of pure nerves.

“dont look.”

He spoke after a long moment, making you shut your eyes tight as you heard something whip through the air, screams ringing out before it went silent again. Did...did he kill them? You opened your eyes hesitantly after a long moment, pure fear in them as you began to hyperventilate. The cloth in your mouth was doing you no favours.

You could feel him stare down at you, and it was another long, silent, moment before he sighed and knelt down. You didnt look up at his face, instead flinching at the approaching hands you could see from the corners of your sight. You braced yourself, closing your eyes tight again and tensing up.

Instead of doing anything to harm you, clawed hands untied the cloth in your mouth, letting it fall lose and allowing you to take a deep, shaky breath. Hesitantly, you let go of your tensed muscles, your eyes moving up to his face. His expression impassive, yet somewhat... soft. He stared at your eyes for a moment longer, his gaze eventually moving to your arms. He moved, standing up and walking behind you. Your eyes following him until you couldn't anymore, your nerves not calming not even by a hair, maybe even heightening now that you couldn't see him.

Clawed hands were touching you again, making you flinch. This time, they broke the rope that held your forearms together. By placing his finger inbetween the rope and your skin, he could cut into the former with his too sharp nail, slicing the rope in one clean flick. Feeling your arms free was very much a relief, and careful not to hit him, you brought your arms forward infront of you to check on them.

You brought your uniform's sleeve up, wincing silently at the harsh marks on your arms. You shifted slightly as you saw him move on to your legs, doing the same thing he did with your arms to free them. You didn't understand what was happening, why he was freeing you, and it made you nervous. Well. More than you already were.

You turned to look at him as he moved from one leg to the next, your head shifting to the side so much your peripherals caught sight of red. Sickening, visceral red. You turned just the slightest bit further before freezing, your eyes stuck open as you viewed the sickening sight. Two people, no, two dead bodies, laying there, stomachs open and heads decapitated in one clean swipe, their eyes still open and staring into the distance like-

A hand covered your eyes, and you were in so much shook you couldnt even flinch at the unexpected touch.

“i told you not to look.”

You stayed frozen where you were, the situation truly and utterly hitting you hard. Honestly, you had been in disbelief before. Now? It all felt too real. They were actually dead. He killed them, actually, and truly. Slowly, you turned your head back around, his hand remaining over your eyes until you were facing forward again. Your breaths came in heavy and shaky, and you could feel tears gather at your eyes.

Everything felt numb, the adrenaline and fear working overtime in making your heart pound. From the corner of your eye, you could see him pause as your tears began to silently fall down your face. You couldn't avoid the hiccup that made your body jump, your hands moving to cover your mouth as your body basically folded in half from how much you were hunching in on yourself. Terrified didn't even begin to cover how you felt in the moment.

He sighed again, the sound appearing distant to you. Suddenly, arms were under you, picking you up as you flinched at the contact. Instinctually, you grabbed onto him anyway you could, both hands ending up grabbing his shirt tightly. You breathed in gasps, unwilling and near physically unable to look up at him.

He moved, walking away from the chair you were tied to, and towards who knows where.

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I watched one of the new episodes, and felt such a crippling urge to draw him that I genuinely felt as though I may keel over dead if I did not pick up my pen immediately.

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Another chapter of Kinder than You'd Expect posted!! Tooka little long but oh well.

If you're interested but dont wanna go to ao3 yet.... Here's the first chapter!!!

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To put it bluntly, you had been kidnapped on your way to highschool.

You didn't know how long you were unconscious for, considering that it was night now and that your kidnappers had somehow managed to bring you into a forest where it was snowing despite it being the middle of summer.

You were tied to a chair, a piece of thick cloth in your mouth to keep you quiet and your wrists and ankles firmly bound behind the backrest and to the chair's legs respectively.

You struggled earnestly, even if they were right behind you, cowering. Their words, which were in japanese for some odd reason that made you really glad you took japanese classes as an extracurricular, were just as cowardly and confusing.

“please accept our offering, gracious demon king!”

“We've picked a ripe body for you!”

A...ripe body? Okay what the hell did that mean?

You continued struggling, wanting desperately to remove the cloth inhibiting your speech to yell at them for being cowards who couldn't even face you face to face despite having kidnapped you. Not that you weren't yelling muffled obscenities at them.

A harsh rush of wind made you close your eyes and brace yourself, your school's uniform unfitting for the weather. You shivered, opening your eyes again after a moment. They widened with fear as something undeniably dangerous settled in the air. You looked up, spotting something, someone. Your kidnappers sounded both rejoiced and desperate.

“My Lord!”

“Our King!”

You looked at the man for a long moment, recognizing him with a sense of dreadful fear.

'Demon king'.

Thats why they had said demon king, it was because that was who he was.

Muzan Kibutsuji, the demon king of Demon Slayer.

You wanted to cry, the immense power and anger radiation from him oppressing and fear-inducing and stark indication that this wasn't some really good cosplayer. A weight settled over the atmosphere, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from his, no matter how much you wanted to simply cower and hope that, despite the very realness of his mere presence, it was just some weird overly realistic hallucination.

His eyes, strikingly red, stayed on your own for a awhile before moving up to the two people, kidnappers you reminded yourself, behind you. You took the moment to look away from his face, examining his too accurate clothes before landing on the snow infront of your feet. You stayed with your head hanged, unsure what to do with the smoldering sense of danger he was instilling into the very air.

Then, after a moment, footsteps began approaching you. His footsteps. You flinched and braced yourself for whatever the hell was about to happen. He stopped infront of you, his shoes in your view. You could feel sweat beading up and running down your face despite the cold, out of pure nerves.

“dont look.”

He spoke after a long moment, making you shut your eyes tight as you heard something whip through the air, screams ringing out before it went silent again. Did...did he kill them? You opened your eyes hesitantly after a long moment, pure fear in them as you began to hyperventilate. The cloth in your mouth was doing you no favours.

You could feel him stare down at you, and it was another long, silent, moment before he sighed and knelt down. You didnt look up at his face, instead flinching at the approaching hands you could see from the corners of your sight. You braced yourself, closing your eyes tight again and tensing up.

Instead of doing anything to harm you, clawed hands untied the cloth in your mouth, letting it fall lose and allowing you to take a deep, shaky breath. Hesitantly, you let go of your tensed muscles, your eyes moving up to his face. His expression impassive, yet somewhat... soft. He stared at your eyes for a moment longer, his gaze eventually moving to your arms. He moved, standing up and walking behind you. Your eyes following him until you couldn't anymore, your nerves not calming not even by a hair, maybe even heightening now that you couldn't see him.

Clawed hands were touching you again, making you flinch. This time, they broke the rope that held your forearms together. By placing his finger inbetween the rope and your skin, he could cut into the former with his too sharp nail, slicing the rope in one clean flick. Feeling your arms free was very much a relief, and careful not to hit him, you brought your arms forward infront of you to check on them.

You brought your uniform's sleeve up, wincing silently at the harsh marks on your arms. You shifted slightly as you saw him move on to your legs, doing the same thing he did with your arms to free them. You didn't understand what was happening, why he was freeing you, and it made you nervous. Well. More than you already were.

You turned to look at him as he moved from one leg to the next, your head shifting to the side so much your peripherals caught sight of red. Sickening, visceral red. You turned just the slightest bit further before freezing, your eyes stuck open as you viewed the sickening sight. Two people, no, two dead bodies, laying there, stomachs open and heads decapitated in one clean swipe, their eyes still open and staring into the distance like-

A hand covered your eyes, and you were in so much shook you couldnt even flinch at the unexpected touch.

“i told you not to look.”

You stayed frozen where you were, the situation truly and utterly hitting you hard. Honestly, you had been in disbelief before. Now? It all felt too real. They were actually dead. He killed them, actually, and truly. Slowly, you turned your head back around, his hand remaining over your eyes until you were facing forward again. Your breaths came in heavy and shaky, and you could feel tears gather at your eyes.

Everything felt numb, the adrenaline and fear working overtime in making your heart pound. From the corner of your eye, you could see him pause as your tears began to silently fall down your face. You couldn't avoid the hiccup that made your body jump, your hands moving to cover your mouth as your body basically folded in half from how much you were hunching in on yourself. Terrified didn't even begin to cover how you felt in the moment.

He sighed again, the sound appearing distant to you. Suddenly, arms were under you, picking you up as you flinched at the contact. Instinctually, you grabbed onto him anyway you could, both hands ending up grabbing his shirt tightly. You breathed in gasps, unwilling and near physically unable to look up at him.

He moved, walking away from the chair you were tied to, and towards who knows where.

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oh, the misery

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This is me. Kinda jealous of all the writers who can write quickly because I can't.

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Hehe... Check out the first chapter here!

Making the outline of something fun for everyone who wants more platonic/parental feels with this guy 💕