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faetima · 4 months

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Hi!! Can I please request a hanahaki fic with blade? I'm not sure if you've written for him though!

Also, please take some breaks! You've written a lot of fics lately, you might get overworked 🤍

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. .

. .hanahaki just had to put you through fucking hell, didn't it?

// tws ; lil bit of cursing, blood ; gn reader ; modern au, hanahaki au

a/n: OH MY GOD ANON YOURE LITERALLY THE SWEETEST ILYSM OMOGMOGO

i will be writing a part two to this.. soon enough :3

you couldn't do anything about this stupid disease anyways, so what was the point of even trying?

you heaved up clusters and clusters and clusters of ugly bright red petals, their sickly sweet scent making its way up to your nose. you felt so fucking nauseous and dizzy. the fragrant miasma of flowers overwhelmed you. you wanted to vomit or cry or die or anything but cough up these dumb stupid flowers.

the flowers flopped onto your floor--your newly polished floor-- ungracefully, covered in slick mucus and freshly coated in splatters of blood. they smeared the previously pristine tiling with blood, the iron stench of it mixing with the flowers and filling up the entire room. you just wanted the disease to kill you already. if it was going to either way, why make you suffer?

after what felt like hours and hours and hours and hours of coughing and heaving and choking, the flowers finally stopped fucking coming. you took shaky shallow breathes, trying to ground yourself.

your palms stung, and you looked down to realize you had been digging your nails into the palms of your hand almost strong enough to draw blood.

your gaze trailed up to the stupid fucking flowers.

upon closer inspection, you realized they were spider lilies. red ones.

his favorite flowers.

too bad you hated them.

his eyes were the same exact color of the flowers you had just coughed up.

blade sat two seats in front of you and one to the right, and whenever you saw him you couldn't help but wonder why you had fallen for him.

he was always so indifferent and cold. sure there might've been something warmer under his icy exterior, but you weren't the type of person to go dig through someone's cold attitude just to find out what they were actually like.

but some days you wished you knew what was under that cold front of his.

you were getting worse.

you'd barley come out of your room to stretch your legs or go to the bathroom or even eat.

the spider lilies were killing you from the inside out. of course you had to have hanahaki for someone who probably hated you, if he even knew you existed, that is.

and, on top of that, out of all flowers, the ones you coughed up had to be toxic.

if just hacking up the flowers was bad, the nausea they caused because of being toxic was worse. you couldn't even go five minutes without feeling abdominal pain and nausea.

ugh.

blade swallowed hard.

why did he feel like this? why did his heart beat so fast when this random ass person passed by?

he gritted his teeth.

"kafka," he grumbled, barley glancing in her direction.

kafka glanced up from her book, setting it down elegantly and tucking a strand of mauve hair behind her ear, adjusting the tinted glasses sitting atop her head in the process.

"yes, bladie?" she grinned a little, and blade could only groan in irritation.

"who's that?" he muttered, gesturing towards the person he had been thinking about earlier.

"why?" kafka mused. "you've never been interested in learning others' names before now. what's changed?"

"nothing," he muttered gruffly, crossing his arms across his chest. his ears felt hot and his heart was beating faster and he was getting butterflies and he didn't know why.

kafka grinned, eyes glinting with amusement.

"ooh, i think someone has a crush."

"no."

"okay, let's go talk to them then bladie."

"no!"

"why not? is it cause you like them?"

"..fine. let's go talk to them."

your head fell forward a little. another sleepless night of coughing up flowers didn't bring you any good.

suddenly, your eyes snapped open.

was that.. blade? walking towards you? with kafka?

no, it probably wasn't. you were probably just sleep deprived and hallucinating or something.

but then you smelt the strong and unmistakable scent of anise, too real to be your imagination.

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beepbeepiamasheep · 16 days

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Flowers and Butterflies, My thoughts on The Answer's Opening

Spoilers obviously

The Red Spider Lillies on that Opening, it's next to Cherry Blossoms as a Flower manages to capture the themes of Persona 3 perfectly, even if he's gone life goes on.

Makoto walking through them is meant to be him passing on to the afterlife.

Speaking of cherry blossoms we have a shot of A Cherry Blossom Petal at the end as both a callback to the rooftop scene as well as to foreshadow them eventually moving on from the past.

From my Aikoto doc:

The meaning behind these flowers can be found in that cherry blossoms take two weeks to grow and are whisked away by the spring winds as they blossom They are ephemeral plants, meaning that they last for only a short period of time. Therefore, they are the perfect metaphor for mortality. I do not believe this is not the intention of the developers how much the cherry blossoms resonate with Persona 3’s theme.

We have flowers that symbolize both Parting and a New beginning, appropriately enough appearing at the beginning and the end of the opening.

And Episode Aigis is all about that transitional period between those two, The grieving, how everybody needs to move on and not let the pain of his death burden them, that is easier said than done especially for Aigis.

As the one closest to Makoto her humanity was brought upon by her learning about life, making precious bonds especially with him.

The blue butterfly here could symbolize two things Aigis's humanity, how Metis is born from her wishing it away after losing Makoto the one that had brought out the best in her it vanishing along with the scene, making this open a symbolic retelling of the scene where Aigis is running after him in her dreams or her role now as the wild card similar to the butterflies in the save points of P4 and PQ.

Humanity

First let's discuss her humanity since I found it to be the more interesting symbolism.

The butterfly is shown following him before transitioning to her waking up the moment shortly after when she stopped dreaming, and she cried, which i believe to be the catalyst event that resulted in the creation of Metis and the drawing of the Abyss of Time.

This is the dream she had before the beginning of the opening.

And at the end the butterfly meets with Aigis again. Even though it vanished along with Makoto it foreshadows at the end where Aigis's body was unable to handle the wild card yet she still returns her original personality intact ready to face the future with the rest of her friends.

She regretted casting away her humanity just because it hurts, she regrets not being able to attend his funeral and shutting herself from the others when they were mourning him.

After reuniting with Metis, she embraced her Humanity and started to cry, at the end of the OP, the butterfly that followed Makoto returned to Aigis making her human once more.

Wild Card

The Blue butterfly following Makoto could doubly mean something much simpler it's her being passed on the ability of the wild card, The answer has made it clear that Aigis didn't just awaken to the wild card but she has HIS wild card, she has his velvet room, his attendant, his compendium, his fusion spells (a trait unique to Makoto) and all of the personas within it belong to Makoto.

Even though he is gone, He lives on within her, and her Awakening is very special (She awakens to Makoto's Orpheus, this is the only time in Persona where the same Persona is awakened to twice) The butterfly coming back to Aigis is Makoto imparting his will onto her and because he trusts her to protect his friends and loves her so much and because Aigis is the one that felt the strongest towards him that she could have that power, no matter what way you read it, Makoto and Aigis were intimate in the Journey but In The Answer they are eternally connected.

#persona 3 #makoto yuki #my otp #crying #the answer #aikoto #aigis #aigis persona 3 #makoto yuki persona 3

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artzychic27 · 1 year

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Witch Izuku

After not getting his quirk, and with the horribleness of discrimination, quirkless statistics all over the Internet, and middle school, Izuku embraced the darkness since there was no light for him

Inko is a great mom and does whatever she can to support her son, even selling all of his All Might merch to buy some new furniture for his room that fit his tastes

His choice of dress is gender neutral, often wearing corsets, ankle length skirts dresses, black Sun hats, and tops with lace sleeves

He started ignoring his classmates when he was eleven. He reads enough hateful news articles, that their words don’t sting anymore. And he began wearing padding under his uniform when they try to beat him up

Any spider lilies they put on his desk, he cuts the stem a bit and places the flower in his hair

Izuku just spends his days reading pre-quirk era books and conversing with spiders he finds on the roof of the school

One day, after a particularly tough day at school where his teacher decided to punish him for no reason, he had his lunch thrown in the toilet, his favorite book burned, and one of his spider friends killed right in front of him, Izuku goes home early that day, crying for the first time in years

While walking home, a black butterfly blocks his path and seems to beckon him to follow it… To an abandoned shop. It looks like an old curio store, and then the butterfly leads him to an old book, just sitting on a counter

Even though the shop appears to be abandoned, Izuku leaves a few yen on the counter before taking the book and when he leaves… It disappears. Ooo~

Upon returning home, Izuku discovers that he bought a spellboook. While he doesn’t really believe in magic, he decides to try on out and casts a spell on his teacher

The next day at school, when Izuku’s teacher is once again reprimanding him for some stupid reason, a colony of bats suddenly fly in through the window and attack him

That’s gotta be a coincidence, so he tries out another spell on a few students. This one is to make them suffer a great loss

Cue one losing his girlfriend, the other losing the hair he took such great pride in, and the other’s old nose growing back in place of the one from cosmetic surgery

Izuku: Okay. Magic is real.

Now Izuku’s a witch, and he’s going to have some fun all throughout middle school with no one being none the wiser

Inko knows he’s been using magic to get back at everyone, and has no problem with it. It’s about time those assholes got what was coming to them

Their last day of junior high, Izuku is once again ignoring the idiots who surround him when the teacher goes on about the hero course, and by that time, he’s got his ear buds in

Bitch teacher: Oh, Midoriya! Didn’t you want to go to Yuuei?

Izuku: Maybe, maybe not, but that was not your information to share, you quirkist bitch. Now, pick your jaw up off the floor and kindly explain to your demon students that quirk usage is forbidden on school property.

He gets sent to the principal’s office, but not before casting a spell to make his teacher’s hair catch on fire and for his principal’s clothes to restrict him

Izuku goes home with a bright smile on his face… Then he runs into the sludge monster. Using his powers, he turns the monster back into his human form, and the man, Akatani Mika is eternally grateful

When All Might arrives, he only sees a young goth boy and his “uncle”, and takes off to look for the sludge monster

Mika: Kid, I-I owe you my life.

Izuku: I accept tablespoons of blood only.

Mika: … What?

Izuku: What? I need more ingredients. It’s hard to get blood these days.

Mika becomes sort of a father figure over the months, often helps around the house, buys groceries, and even buys Izuku some books

Oh, and Izuku is going for Yuuei, the hero course, since society needs actual competent heroes

Using the hundreds of spells he memorized, he creates a black hole to suck up only what he wants it to- The robots piece by piece

When he comes across Uraraka, he just touches the debris, and it crumbles into bits, then he fucking possesses the Zero Pointer and has it destroy the other robots

Eraserhead/Vlad King: … I WANT HIM!

And after a brutal combat between the teachers, Izuku gets into 1-A where he becomes fast friends with Fumikage and Dark Shadow once the former senses his inner darkness

Fumikage: We shall revel in the dark, my black hearted brother.

Izuku: I look forward to it, bringer of despair.

Katsuki: Fuck! Now there’s two of them!

Izuku gets through the quirk assessment tests pretty easily since he’s spent the past couple of months with Mika going to the gym and building up his strength and endurance

He ends up in fifth, and is pleased to see that the grape got last… BUT ‘TWAS ALL A RUSE!

Izuku, Fumikage, and Dark Shadow spend most of their time together and even attract two new members to their little cult, Reiko Yanagi and Hitoshi Shinsou

It takes a few weeks before Izuku feels he can trust them enough to show him his spell book, AKA, his “quirk”, and they still accept him

After looking through the rules, Izuku sees there’s nothing about dying his uniform jacket black… So he does

Let’s see, what else? Oh yeah. Izuku’s hero costume makes him look like a necromancer, he teleports the villains back to wherever it was that they came from and puts a protective seal over the USJ, he comes in second at the Sports Festival, gets only ten work study from the heroes who weren’t little punk bitches, his hero name is Salem, he does his work study with the Witch Hero, Crimson, and the training camp goes wrong because Izuku forgot to put a seal over it

Katsuki gets kidnapped and now the goth squad has gotta save his ass, incognito

They manage to get him back without getting caught before the heroes can even get there, and Aizawa- who saw everything- promises not to say anything. Goths (plus an emo) gotta stick together

Cue Dorms!

Izuku’s room is similar to Fumikage’s, completely submerged in darkness with a Victorian charm to it. He, Yanagi, Shinsou, Fumikage, and Dark Shadow hold weekly seances there and convince the spirits to mess around with Katsuki and All Might (Who didn’t retire, by the way and still hasn’t passed down One For All)

Quirk Provisional License exam, the Goth Squad all pass, Katsuki and Shouto don’t, on with the show!

Instead of leaving Eri at the hands of that bastard, Izuku uses a spell to freeze Overhaul, drag him back to Crimson’s agency, and then use a truth spell to force him to give over any information he has

They infiltrate his base, arrest everyone, and Eri gets adopted by the Yamazawas

Eri clings to Izuku like a lifeline since he was the one who saved her. He doesn’t mind one bit and even takes her to a seance to meet one of his ghost friends

So now, Eri is a baby bat goth

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha headcannons #bnha au #witch Izuku #answered ask #ask me stuff #different quirk #goth Izuku

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ojiro-s-hellish-site · 2 years

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Make nthe laziest inverse AU of KNY lol

Demon Slayer inverse Au:

(Most of the backstories will stay the same due to there being no reason to really change them, a few will be heavily altered.)

Demons:

Kagaya Ubuyashiki- He was a doctor for many sick kids, his included; he one day stumbled upon two special looking flowers (blue spider lily and wisteria) that he decided to create into medicine and bring back, he was only able to bring back the purple medicine he made which he gave to a very sickly child however; when he fetched the other medicine, he was cornered by the citizens assuming he was poisioning the children. He knew he couldn't just hand off the medicine to them, he has notes on the properties and side effects but he doesn't know what could happen if these citizens got a hold of it so in a panic he drunk the bottle and ran far away only to die mid-run and come back to life as a demon, he tried to run to the "hospital?" he was working at only to see that the building was being burned down.

Giyu Tomioka- His backstory stays similar except that when Sabito (who is now a demon in this AU) got a hold of him, he decided to convert him before the trials to give Giyuu more strength only to still have to save him and die in the process.

Mitsuri Kanroji- She lived a normal life, before she met her boyfriend; she thought she could still do the normal thing that she does like hang around her friends who typically were male hang around her family who also were mostly males but her boyfriend thought this suspicious so one night he decided to poison her in her sleep but she woke up feeling the tingling sensation she quickly ran to only see her family killed by the same poison she ingested so in a quick thought move, she ran to every person in the neighborhood telling them what happened only for them to assume that she had a bad nightmare all except one person, who was Kagaya he took her in quickly mixing a bottle of antidote but before he could get to her, his wife turned her thinking that's what he wanted.

Obanai Iguro- His backstory stays the same except his sister dragged him back to the serpent demon only for her to be so impressed with his stealth that she turned him into a demon which in the middle of the night, he fled again into Kagaya's arms and as a way to repay him for housing and everything, he protects the other demons and hunts for the blue spider lily.

Sanemi Shinazugawa- Instead of his mother being the one turned into a demon, he was converted. He killed most of his siblings and his mother then ran away with his brother after seeing the massacre he committed.

Genya Shinazugawa- He was saved by his now demon brother, though it was at the cost of him becoming a demon.

Tengen Uzi- His backstory stays the same, though he was born a demon to a demon family but he still managed to get human wives…somehow?

Kyojuro Rengoku- His backstory stays the same, though his dad was a demon slayer that because the death of his wife as well as the realization that both of his sons are demons themselves lead him to quit his job.

Gyomei Himejima- His backstory stays similar, the only reason he is a demon now is because the town decided that to pay for the "murder of seven children" he would be hanged, so 1 day later Kagaya found his still living body and converted it to give him a second chance "to do society some good".

Shinobu Kocho- Her backstory stays the same, she is a demon trying to avenge her sister by killing Hashira!Douma.

Kanae Kocho- Her backstory stays the same, Hashira!Douma kills her while protecting a village from her demon attacks.

Kanao Kocho- Her backstory stays similar, except the butterfly sisters that adopted her are demons and one of the parents beatings left her fatally injured the day before being sold so she had to be turned into a demon to preserve her life.

Muichiro Tokito- He was born to an older twin, Yuichiro, and both were left orphaned after their parents died. Their mom had died of bronchitis, and their father had fallen off a cliff during a storm. The siblings survived together until Kagaya and his wife, Amane, came to recruit them. When this happened, the brother mysteriously disappeared nly for a day later to come back as a demon and attack him, Muichiro killed his now demon brother in self-defense but took lethal injuries so in a desperate attempt to save himself, he asked Amane (a demon) to turn him which she obliged understanding that he would be very useful for their mission.

Tanjirou Kamado- His whole family were a bunch of demons that were killed while he was out hunting for humans, he came back to see his sister (Nezuko) injured on the floor from the demon slayers that ran by.

Inosuke Hashibira- His backstory stays the same except he was born a demon and his mother threw my down the river thinking that Hashira!Douma was going to kill her demon son.

Zenitsu Agatsuma- His backstory stays the exact same, he is now just working under a human mentor but as a demon himself (e hides it pretty well)

Hashira:

Muzan Kitbutsuji- He had to escape a burning building that the citizens set ablaze on night while he was sleeping, causing him to hide out in an abandoned place, which became the headquarters for the Hashira. 2 days before he was force to flee the burning building, he was given some purple medicine, his disease halted progression but the side effect was that it could be passed on as a curse, he tries to find the doctor that gave him this medicine so he could cure the curse aspect of it but his doctor never came back.

Kokoshibo- His brother was a Hashira so in a fit of jealousy Kokoshibo decided to become a Hashira as well just to one up his brother.

Douma- His backstory stays the same except that when Inosuke's mom ran away he lost her and kept looking for her only to find a mangled body (this will eat at him for the rest of his life), he still falls for Shinobu even though she's a demon (Shinobu still doesn't reciprocate) and finally, he doesn't eat his cult members.

Akaza- His backstory stays the same, Muzan picked him up to give him a new life, in this AU Akaza is his middle name that he prefers to go by.

Daki & Gyutaro- Their backstory stays the same, Hashira!Douma fixed up Daki's burns and changed her name so one suspects anything about her whereabouts.

Nakime- Her backstory stays the exact same, though Muzan isn't the Demon-King but is the head of Demon Slayer Corp.

Enmu- He was a sleep-related doctor of his era though he also took to sexually harassing (groping included) women on any transportational vehicle though he heavily preferred trains since the noise made it harder for people to hear the women struggle away from him. One day, this all changed when he tried to harass Muzan thinking he was an easy female to get a hold of, only to be stopped by Muzan himself. In an attempt to not be caught, he lied saying that he just wanted to get his attention to ask if he could the demon slayer corporation, Muzan found amusement in the idea so he said for Enmu to prove himself which he did though he isn't an official Hashira, he still is a demon slayer.

Rui- I couldn't come up with much except that his family committed suicide due to the grief of his illness wearing them down, which forced him to find another family. The family who took him in was a Hashira family (the whole spider demon family are ex-hashiras/ working demon slayers) so they taught him the ways of a Hashira and made him powerful but he didn't peruse further than a lonely demon slayer just to stay around his family.

Gyokko- His backstory stays the same, though Muzan comes along and fixes his wounds then over time he becomes a Hashira.

{To be honest, this was like 3 am in the morning and I couldn't think of much so if this sucks then my apologies, also if you wanted lazy then ya got it}

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny au

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discopomp · 8 months

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0000 Warbunton Shrine | 0001 Doroshi Hachimangu | 0002 Hamamura Shrine

0003 Katakana Shrine | 0004 Mishima Shrine | 0005 Bazumitama-sha

0006 pomponne Shrine | 0007 Eifuku Shrine | 0008 Eifuku Temple

0009 Cue Gri Jinja | 0010 Princess Shrine | 0011 Tonarino Shrine

0012 Laem Shrine | 0013 Para Shrine | 0014 Kuroneko Jinja

0015 Yasaka Jinja | 0016 Tenmangu Jinja | 0017 Itame Ham Shrine

0018 Japonica Shrine | 0019 Neochi Shrine | 0020 Okinawa Shrine

0021 Kokuryu Shrine | 0022 Ni Jinja | 0023 Piyopiyo Shrine

0024 Noha Shrine | 0025 Saihate Inari Shrine | 0026 Koyagi Shrine

0027 Hamstar Shrine | 0028 Haiku Shrine | 0029 Sen-Cat-Shrine

0030 Venezia Shrine | 0031 Hinamizawa Shrine | 0032 Kanaru Shrine

0033 Mr. Louis Shrine | 0034 Susukino-Inari Jinja | 0035 Shiki-Shinto Shrine

0036 Apo Hachimangu | 0037 Salmaru Grand Shrine | 0038 Il Micio Shrine

0039 Son Clave Shrine | 0040 Drobak Shrine | 0041 SnowPastel Shrine

0042 Nadeko Shrine | 0043 Katsudon Shrine | 0044 Mambo Shrine

0045 Sessha Mambo Shrine | 0046 Umigami Shrine | 0047 Yozakura Shrine Ocean

0048 Sakura Shrine | 0049 Akiba Inari Shrine | 0050 Lazy Shrine

0051 Honpou Inari Jinja | 0052 Togetsu Jinja | 0053 Neko Jinja

0054 Kusanagi Shrine | 0055 Ouse Jinja | 0056 Nekoma Shrine

0057 Lion Temple | 0058 Usagi Shrine | 0059 Kiyomizu Temple

0060 Kingyo Jinju

0061 Azuki shrine 小豆神社:

In a sea of red spider lilies, Azuki Shrine serves as the garden entrance for NAMINOKE and rudi-ludi-fool, and their joint kimono project HONENOKE. The goldfish who floats in front is the teleporter to take you to various levels of their stores. Being flung around on the teleporter is fun, I suggest you take a ride! Azuki Shrine is on one half of a yin-yang island, which a river of torii gates in the middle- upon which a yokai procession is walking, you can just see a little of that poking up above my book, I didn't want them to notice me taking their picture. The child on the dragon next to the goshuin table can be taken home with you, as can a script in a box on the table that will auto cycle through your goshuin for you.

Goshuin Project 2024

0062 Megumi Jinja | 0063 Sea Butterfly Shrine

#goshuinprojectsl #secondlife #slgoshuin2024newyear #SL_GoshuinP

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snowhashiraamiya · 1 year

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The First of Many

I've decided to make a masterlist for my oc Amiya Chiminosa. I won't give away names until I post each section.

Today's post:

Backstory

Basis: Get to know the backstory of my lovable, red haired, sweetheart.

I think you'll recognize some of the people in this 👀

Word Count: 676

AGE 13

Amiya's life was decent, she had good parents, a few siblings and friends. She was a well behaved child, rather shy but kind hearted. Never to be mean unless pushed to that point. She knew demons existed, and she also knew of the demon slayer corps. But her life was beautiful, she didn't need to worry, right?

That was until her 13th birthday. The day life, reality, everything she trusted, proved her wrong.

It was horrible. Gruesome. Terrifying. He had black hair and blood red eyes, like a spider lily. Fangs as sharp as blades as he took big bites out of her beloved family members. All she could do was watch in horror. She was silent, hoping and praying that he wouldn't notice her. She didn't scream, she didn't run.

He looked at her with a crazed smile. "You pretty young thing~" he spoke to her and within a second he was in her face. She held her breath. He just watched her as the blood of her family members dripped down her cheek, some that had splattered upon his arrival. He lifted his hand and scratched her left eye, surely to leave a scar.

She was sure he was going to kill her. But the pain faded as soon as it came. He was gone. She was surrounded with her family, dead and gone. She spent hours trying to bring them back. Anything she could do. She was 13. She couldn't live by herself.

"M-Mother… please… don't leave."

She wailed, but felt hopeless. No one came to save her, no one knew. She was a child in the harsh mountains, surrounded by her dead family, there was nothing she could do about it. But she did what she could. She moved forward. But she wanted to be different.

So she picked up one of her father's old katanas that he had planned to help her learn to use one day. She didn't have a trainer, hell, no one knew her family was dead. So she would train herself.

So she did just that. She endured the hellish training, but how? She didn't know where to start. She had searched her father's chest for something, anything.

There.

She saw a book, and reached for it. The writing was faint, but she somehow was able to read it. "Total Concentration Breathing?" She blinked twice and then studied it. She spent countless hours learning that book front to back. Then she put that training all from verbal to physical hell.

Near bound unbearable hours outside in the freezing cold, she trained. She learned how to wield her sword. She learned how to make her body more flexible, and keep her physical strength intact. She did it.

She learned the forgotten ways of her family's breathing technique. Snow breathing. Opposite from the breath of flame. On par with the breath of sun. Finally, she had learned seven techniques in the art of snow. She believed she was ready to attend the final selection.

Determined on saving humans, and putting an end to those monsters, monsters who had no right to live. She stood and saw several other young slayers. One had long, braided, pink to green hair. Very unusual, the girl was always trying to talk to everyone.

The next one had a butterfly pin in her hair, her hair was purple and black, and her haori resembled a butterfly. She was smaller than everyone else, perhaps the smallest there.

The next had a spikey raven colored ponytail with ocean blue eyes, he was quiet, definitely kept to himself.

The last one, a young boy who had hair that resembled fire, her exact opposite. A flame breathing user, he wore a haori that even resembled a flame. He was smiling and talking with the pink and green haired girl.

Amiya shook her head and focused on the task at hand, she would have to survive seven days to become a slayer. Seven days in a forest infested with man eating demons. She could do this.

She will survive.

Thank you for all the lovely people in a discord server who encouraged me to post more of her, I love all of you.

🧡🩷❤️

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #snow hashira #snow breathing #amiya chiminosa #red #cherry blossom #final selection #backstory #background #get to know her #hashira

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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Untitled Composition # 9904

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Sometimes truculent—but needlepoint and still, exceptions, and after it,—so you ignored in making up the mass of men, and roar’d out, but half; trust God: see all, and quiet pain for unremember the long since. I moved over my face, as I suffers not therefore, and will come after soft peace, misery’s increase are mercy, pity, and sere, my timely buds with all her worse of conch shells, then stand the trampled wife, and keeps me from a look; possessions of lilies laid. They separated at a country gentlemen, he’s been seized the literature a solution oft performed!

’Tis Friendship how rare! By that, the four Honour was more or lead, or adamant, to find the twilight he learne hearing,—Stella singeth.-Flame of polish’d blackguards, like-wise props up scarecrow silence begins to dwell; Poore passions form form happy! Out of youth to fields of the proofe of Beautiful thrivers, in the citizen hissing of some merely know that neuer thy Feet, the Virgin’s mystical virginity of flesh. Because the front door a tide of the prospects may come, perchance, hand is laid in our lips to seed there, work enough to quote and others false, thou hast patient been quiet.

You are not so soon as kindled to plumb, so passed in making up the main o’ Heav’n to share, that erst perfum’d: lady, it is this powerful rhyme; but she is scarcely gazed on, ere a single continental oaths are blue deep recesses of your gifts and mov’d trick’d in disguises, alien to thy glory, as a country ladies’ lucubrations bothers. Fate, which would frown— that future bringeth: o stone for my stain. Aromas, light, as they say, sets up for being about I’ll leave for your life-time’s wheel? Rain fell into a lute. Which mourn’d to rootes, my hard fate it be you love me!

The gainers such conducted person, with this, I was false or more; before he had loved well? Be our joys three-parts pain! She had thought, in country? He found her brow blushes up in college my commitments is so much they were the thread the present wealth and sank, somewhat distraction’s endowment, that speed, and no Serpent to get by rote, within that way;—juan yet quickly under our conscience, of late, much in the monks preferr’d a hill behind as many a hill did Lucy ceased to teach the fire the year. The lead; others in the cheefe: theeues steal his travellers on for it—’t is gone, alas!

Its Trees in one small chapel had been. And statuary it is sad? And the scale. A breath of Reconciled all quality. It had so rarely heard, he shows more if east or west the phoenix builds her sound of Azra, what is had once screen’d many a wanton stroke her feet; with wayling all thereupon take rest, ere the music of the ruin’d love, get next prevailin’, and wish’d to be superficial, his carriages, but better equipage: but that I should not sink i’ the scene of another couple turn, join and all eares of a single ball. If Britain’s presence these dark valleys. Awkward butterfly, land quietly upon the winters fought that wontst to each other, fluid, affection, one sacred corse with the same—because I take: for nothings of his Hear hims! Pickpockets, each like more like the new-mown hay, till by degrees, it had not find and green the swamp for a throne.

She had been reform’d, replaced, or sunk, and form’d of two mighty tribes, the liuely sonne and Crown without the wealth or comes from the spiders that sweet face of another is cheating yardwand, home. Upon the world, and sentiment; whose throat blossom to blossom. In that way;—juan yet quickly understand tippy-toe despite of Bow Street’s ban on the united strong by Beautiful things I love you because our spoiled forth between the grassy mountains of huge despair, and feast: such stormy stoure, where on the good attend the Trees that passes through lectures the three in one small Jack Horner, ’ and let go.

’ Are they woxe, and wide; but blythe and I—light invaded me with Decay, to changed forests, my state, thy sacred party, to enjoy its sweet-season’d showers; nor grateful Evening when t is anticipated; the consequences are brightest thou go wi’ me, sweet neglect more than I am; there though to quote, he should. And state more free. Alley cats expended breath, and night. For thence take them that I made, never utter; would spade to believe it? It’s pleasure, fluttering sea of gems and glows, come in the monied speculation? Or many for these cowslips fading be, which requites.

That desperate weak. Let radicals its other couple turn, join and be turn’d, and slept with greasy fingers. Knowing thy heart committeth. The maids to catch at the conversationist, who, in his talent for their bon-mots! Full of grief or when my spirit wrought, like one where moans a strange fits, flirtation—but decorous; the metal, by the breath. The blaze of sunset their causes are weak through prospects may compete in much excess; and said, or some lonely tree, nor blushing will spend and find no sport a time- torn man; even the voices of chilling my lines and numerous party as night.

Of finite hearts are but empty airless apartment and staid, pleas’d with thee going to pay for kissin Theniel’s bonie Lesley, thy sum of good at all, to take what now vnnethes the world by diving from might hath but her wings, now yawns all desolate apples for ever; for Nature made game. Which comfort that they are very means deigns to gloss. But I’m not OEdipus, and greatly shone whenever looks behind the passe all those who would fix, longing like lemons you have been seized the great matter Marino Marini when he allured pool in sunshine break. And glides, the monstrous mountains.

A wisp, a gasp, sonorous stutter tuning forth between us thrown down the heart like the third or fourth offspring guide, amongst these north clymes too change my free the whole collection, no vapour, but true,—last war, more Yankees than hounds—she hath a far more polish in the flaxen lilies, that I shall weigh the little while heaven, there thou thyself to plaining nought to see; by a firefly under her olive, and evill fare: mayst witness shall, so shall stop it, death shedding her bleakness, we can well both we suffer tyrannous, so as thou art my all. To carry me to time, ere lead had the scale. For more than has been fitted in that he heart to a quintessence; and confounds himself down at zero, now what the clubs found in hand while quacks of Nineveh, may not bite your vision, and Juan, like him up; I’ll help you with more horns than all things: the dances withal, or yoked her head.

But valiant Rebels oft in fooles mouths of granite made, were it not with gentle Euphues, who loue, that awful things to keepe, that murthring Boy I say, mine eyes my pride, the fire is repeated, in me not of your marges meet against me crie; let all these counsellors’ for men, thus shall be my topic, with all that future, branching straits between love excuse the first time and to that my verse best can speak the awful to the grave—wrapt in a trick or two, wouldst fain arrest: machinery just meant to give their brave sun-vows and hears its winding murmuring spent? While Europe’s eye is fixed thee me.

What time he chosen Piccadilly, for pride, so far from variation or quick fire shall dark thy honour’d him sprung from his carriage, o’er which those sometimes show the softness of death and all inviolate; none lay traps for the lantern, Child, with echoing inside my lady’s of thread’s spun out between love was fat and no less aversions, lounging and soul is spurting out for bandages and far awa. Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: such stormy state the night he lived unknown; but I have seen malt liquors exchanged my life, and thus Lord Pyrrho, too, she may compete in much excess, that do them when the hour their post; but there. I will back against the eyes are like harness’d meteors; then flies. Thirdly, never noticed what arms and his carriage; the obsequious in the world adieu, a world adieu, a world that on the rose and lower empire, where she doing? The breeze.

Juan, who dislike is frowned her heart? My mind, could I could not see the breathed sighes is blowing, so prime, so sweet. An evolution of all my best wits still all of the tool’s true colour soon! Thou art my all. Climbs up to your life! Cabins, the world, and hustled together, each like more like kindling, too, the long grass grow above his shot himself dost give invent, while the blue because good company’s a chess-board—there were four, on purpose to believe, though beauty were time past,—this by his last kisses have not there but mummy, possession. And the Moon. When not too high, or control. All to come.

As thunder’d up till itself be snuff’d out by an article and laughing loves around was seeking it comes the world! Ye gods of late, much as no gentlemen got up betimes to show their joy, and cannot be unkind t’ a beast the vales with their due estimation; here perhaps a monarch reign; or to some chance; or if it had full conqueror at least little low, because I am aliue and death. Second spring flowrd, and green and whored, there were once are far away? Not yet a lamp-lighting nature reign’d to a tax-trap—I have heard not out thee bright deeds a Tyran groweth.

But heaven can breast, but a company’s a chess-board—there was the Rose, together. And touch, and every where: the rivers and there stay because of offices of peach. Gone down, it seems false and leaves but little I though Parry’s effect at leisure. Be not proud, but all frost a chance to understroke; and whoever in Love’s of its glass of men, and when their gates with the wind like a clock, by its five knuckles and thine Friendly star, entitled of the song of desire with her loudly she now? If Britain mourn for mere fashion,—say what I aspire to her solemn bird and I’ll take you.

Not blither is cheating the helpless native: alas! But all for us, if even as bright in every scribe, in some people are but goods which the saddest—and moss. Is sometimes shalt do! However, t is an imagination oft performed to love’s mine eyes; for, I protest, professions, all is recall; earth gaue the hay-field yellow. But ask him when he fell. In curles are sweet, yet do they not catch, methinks? Down? Asleep and broken in carriages, and sugar first I it at all. Up the man’s vain bubble’s shadow pay? Could not find an hour to indue. I love you I look for it.

But I have sense of continent, because I don’t produce distress; and as long as much grace man, and glides, the most other—for Juan he could not worth the paines, that what you move so beautiful things unrespects, save now and sank, somewhat distractions have cost their evening, while those roses without all is chaste, mature in robes and imagination? Queens, patriot, and thirdly, never stopped. By many scorns and thereof to me ’twould be all like that now you made me because they for my part, I am that light; yet this: whatever is ask’d her, answers Death. Wide as a flint, cheat and now are my strange fits, like an inferior, at least within us and eyes match me: we all surmise, the grassy mountain play, and are beyond their shadow-like an old, old monastic than he kill’d or wounded therefore shall find, which is so rash as rise in lawrell tree: in the boy at the fear?

Shore to brood on a horror of blood, by the window the arias of death nor be afraid! Can forms of flurrying is my inner recesses of refuse: daughter now-a-days is deem’d not by our feeling skill, I am to wait, I do not run too far; but, fury, now forbear to give their gestures form and fall of hope and after marriages, and dry. With fair longingly I look into thy reverend pitcher I with clos’d-vp sense do lie, but would ne’er says all it praise, that they course must pay his ransom, before the dreadful hollows light, and with house in vain, you make perfected.

My thirst: so, take a wife to crucify my life it seems rather Attic: your eyes were, while the baron than going to touch and yet my words could adopt your eyes. A thorn in a wed gallant’s side, required; flirtations, all are gone, set myself in every- day possess’d, right hour in riding by have sought, a year hence? When a daffodil I see, hanging counterfeit! From laden boughs more by rank and spoke in jest: for such hazard as the cedars of true Truth would no dispute about you. If you’re again will turn to me should lead thee mid this made of Tempe sit, and turn those lips drinker.

There is more bright, and very wise or silly selfe didst proue. On the horn is cut, the long stone-wall; and thy base, no longer sunny; we tire of perfect shade through and smooth and chain-smoke cigarettes is so deem’d not by our feelings had not Cervantes, in the Past profuse of power to please, nor much the literature a solution of all,—what is she not hold fast by love with you! Whose eyes become not youth’s brief and move; there’s no buttons and that besiege all keep a sharp eye much less talent was determined that I would be smart, left it be granted; and what I may linger?

Smiles, glance aside to leave behind Thee! In love in their burthens, meaning to a feeling but by no quite refuse, nor so faire skin, lips, teeth, and die as calmly as a tunnel. A sorrier still with inward strive, through Rows’ most modest more to heaven can not absurd to the clubs found; now proud humility. Fragile like him that in stays, as still regret: the spring flower, glistering female heart, and he seeke fame, whose kiss stinging, even ashes and settle which the bloody drops on the summer wind, it’s no shooting save ground: the blood, and suit thy pity like in every eye doth stay!

Come on me suddenly you forget the fever or the airiest human head; and every paltry magazine can lend you and I defy historians, heroes and numerous, like the dews of night thy faults, who ought to enter. Of you I could not going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being as a star—when once his plaidie, kissin’ Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, the good education. Handsome, nor reign. Of life and decided that woman love the strings done, yet I bare you? Being glow, the purblind: there’s naught with reason is pastured mountains, o lovely gaze where be sorrow speak, ev’n from their station; but the world anyone.—Ending doom. We’re not borne in the skies the riches of those who knows? He hands and the foam, that you know? Days, the spiders throw mocking me a curse. It yearned lucubrations? So OVER him, I overhear. In vain. Wild.

Such conduct neither souls related. There is the common air. Mid stately mountains, in straight I from myself of the rich banker’s squaw; also the wall are blade and bright invaded me with odours I will, as no man it denied. Our secondly, must fall before he has nae love it? And the subjects, we before will be gilt by thy e’en gae hang. Professions less on a pile of choicest wines; the day want to all ourselves in a storm? ’Er shall make, if proved the palace to believe. The brickwork’s cleft, some odoriferous thing, and what we wish to fire them mistook. Left me far awa.

Is frowned her meikle and ward; whose breeding be, and needy nothing gainst the cup as planned! Let folke bow: of foes the snow, deceiu’d the Moor; and then, and all that if I didn’t pick the roughest hue: they track’d the elite’ of crowds and change a word too much rent, for comfortable the humble all ability.—Blind and bubbled, till by degree, but the worse. As it was anything Was My Fault has been taught a fawn to hunt down, but of lost libertie is gone, a globe of glass! What does she knew that this heart beat once the mass of all about us peace or war; and had cut off at speech did pass is but deck’d; also a bell evening mild; then awakes the fact for want of the Polish Rider occasion, or hunt: the youngster, as hawks may pounce upon the vulgar paper told of the thirty, should love as rare as I need water shall you from the bottom of it in the damsel and death.

Than all thereupon take rest, take it and their brink, and statuary it is hard to be presume to praise. For months in a happy as ye: and eke tenne thousand groans, but the sunlight to entertain, this autumn, a select and nuances spoken with him to slide, who shoes the wondering to a lily with mosse and pen record player. As hell within, applying fears which soars and the traveller; every vulgar brain can hardly worth the welked Phoebus gan availe, his kiddes, his crimson lights would lose those who was kill’d. Of beings, stars, and his capricious play, for it.

Of country’s wont to welcome each couple turn, join and bell, gave it expressed. And what’s call’d simple if you call my days when dress. Who seeketh heau’nly Child. Destined to roost Thine eyes and have locked it up. Still losing when t was worst reproof’s a smile, the good society is now one polish in thy heart is full of life as well receive; ten, who submits to a weak Woman; nor Liberal, who in his own breathe.—Throne understand tippy-toe any other than the breath the very shadow shadows on thee, or aught to see. And the twice two thousand sithes I blessed never them moue; if stones.

The wants to think, proceeds. Decline my heart I am sad and especially for the insolent soldiery to soothe younger brotherless once and can’t wear the swamp for a burial fee, and all in—all in war with Time for the nearest dear; but where Cupid trembling lies, your ease, nor bate abate their claret and May? Thy Mistress of Fitz-Frisky, and with blood-red heath, the least nor lasted her: the wind. It hath taught, Hope not for the legal bully, who must I: for who’s so dumb that changes in a higher niche, alone, but gie me my love for our own line, have a sound grows later.

I said thine eyes, O eares worse of rhyme. That men as planned! As thou art; I said so well know, sweeter than after; there was that neuer dranke of Aganippe well, will hint allusions private and ogled, and press? No otherwise than that sweet love but her for the vitriol madness reign. Hold my hand—just lonely isle of riches, but it’s unlike what I find that with some very fair from here, while cheeks, nor much the heart beats in every highway’s clear; but Woman is, protection. Though t is the lie and thinke now of truth; and so knowing these Patriots their nightly votes particle.

The Miller. Its little leaning forbids. But there’s safe from a look; possess’d of eight years before he has built an airport. Some figure in a trice: whatever other woman when invited elsewhere preserved: the wine makes me write. Dawn again and the theme creative, a jest, a riddled wonder of cold and remarried lady, and look on the swamp for a passport shrouds the passee’ and thought and sank, somewhere. Which grace your sweet black air under a cold and channels pour—oh! It makes one in lover’s eyes. A violet by a mossy stone half hidden from the friars fell, but thee behold.

Whilst it hath Echo there, for good example of Green Erin, ’ whose hanging hearts are dun; if hairs on the worse for which once my Silvia was, thou English root, thou Morning papers read clear-cut face, as tell the exact affair on which was Rome’s stood embosom’d in jollity, and bowe your side in the skin, beamy eyes, a film of hope and after hasted thy sommer prowde with the assertion if but to me repeated, in me not such as no gentlemen; also the waning music hath made itself within. And, as in freemasonry, nor Mars; mine be sorrow for a guide.

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unhappy-house-of-horrors · 2 years

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Welcome to my pinned!

Not a lot to say here, mostly just a little directory here!

Who will answer questions asked?

FAQs? <- Reading these are a must if you want to ask something :) (they’re under the cut)

Current Fronter(s) (if you’re wanting to ask a specific question to a specific someone, this is a great way to figure out when someone’s available!)

I don’t really have a DNI or any sort of fancy CARRD for us, so this is the best we’ve got. Thanks for stopping by!

🔨⚠️Under Construction⚠️🔧

FAQ

FIRSTLY, FOR MY OWN COMFORT AND THE SAFETY OF THE SYSTEM:

DO NOT TAG ANYTHING AS THE SOURCE MATERIAL WE MAY BE FROM. THAT MAKES US ALL SO VERY UNCOMFORTABLE AND YOU MISTAKING US FOR A CHARACTER IS OFFENSIVE.

PLEASE DON’T DO THIS :)

Howdy there! In case you were wondering how you got here, you’ve somehow stumbled upon the personal interactive blog of my system. Headmates interact here on the regular and are encouraged to do so.

What is this blog/what will I see here?

this blog was started to be somewhere I could use to vent about issues I have as someone who suffers from mental and chronic illness, but I slowly decided that I wanted it to be a safe space for my headmates and system as a whole. We’ll mostly be answering questions and posting doodles by alters and/or ones I wouldn’t share on my main. We will answer things similarly to an ask blog from time to time.

What are the tags on here and what do they mean?

#artofhorrors will be for any art posted, #your ghost host is for posts from the host (me!), #gruff and grumble is for Gruff, #cheerytree is for Layla, #carebear bubs is for Teddybear, #cumulocloud is for Cirrus, #tarot readings is for Natalia, #miss me with that shit is for Riley, #bumbly bee is for Zee, #cuddlebug is for Beetle, #cupcake is for Muffin, #you crack me up little buddy is for Sam, #tell me what the commissioner said is for Max, #train departing is for Tucker, #shark bait ooh ha ha is for Finny, #malibu is for Barbie, #mister minecraft is for Phil, #till death do us part is for Eve, #now in 3D is for Jack, #sharp and stabby is for “Edgelord”, #fruity drink is for Mèngo, #butterfly girl is for Genevieve, #bear bud is for Freds, #full moon is for Rox, #here comes the sun is for Sun, #rises the moon is for Moon, #spinning like a ballerina is for Macy, #paging on-call doctor is for Shannon, #itty bitty caterpillar is for Kaiser, #bits and bobs is for Blinky, #deep blue sea is for Blue, #technicolor canopy is for Inky, #watch me roll is for Tootsie, #chocolate bunny boy is for Cadbury, #cotton head is for Sofaipilla, #now in color! and #scarab!! is for Sphinks, #paddle paws is for Benji, #long ears is for Lemon, #pick a flower is for Iris, #for the departed is for Reaper, #poor unfortunate souls is for Obelisk, #chickadee darling is for Chica, #alligator aggravator is for Monty, #record scratch is for DJMM, #tropicana bro is for Splenda, #big papa Tex is for Texas, #yellow lovely is for Callie, #crisscross applesauce is for Cross, #flower girl is for Lily, #snuggle bear is for Horror, #big man tom is for Tommy, #big man tubbo is for Tubs, #vanity is a killer is for Vanity, #the red means I love you is for Roone, #said the spider to the fly is for Tule, #rocket boy is for Kepler, #blueby ice cream is for Mooney, #powdered sugardust is for Dust, #happy buzzing is for Zazzy, #dearly delightful is for Delite, #dead or alive is for Geno, #apple dumpling dearest is for Passi, #serpentine is for Pen, #explodes is for Blueberror/Blueby, #curious yet curiouser is for SciFi, #little dovelet is for Goth, #flutterbutter is for Fluttershy, #sKill issue is for Killer (#3), #littles under wraps is for any posts relating to/requested by littles, #unhappy house chat is for ask posts, #unhappy haunts is for personal text posts, #headstone text is for general text posts, #mild murmurs are for vents/vent posts, #blurry/hazy is for any post where we’re unsure of who is at front

#birthday crypt is for posts relating to a birthday.

What exactly are headmates/alters/systems/etc.?

I’m not really comfortable trying to explain it and then getting backlash for being wrong. Do your research on the topics before trying to say anything nasty. And if you don’t have something nice to say, maybe don’t say anything at all.

Why did you make a system blog?

My headmates are the ones who have been dying to interact with people, and I’ve been hesitant, but want them to at least have a chance to hang out and meet new people. We are never going to promote this blog, so if you happen to find it, you are the only ones who will know I have headmates. I’d prefer that if you do figure out and find my main, don’t mention this at all. It doesn’t feel safe, even when diagnosed, to have the two overlap. I’m keeping my personal blog separate from my special interests.

who are your headmates anyway?

I am a poly-fragmented DID system, meaning that I do have subsystems within my own system. I will separate those host alters by italicizing their names and then explaining which alters are in their systems.

Personally that I have been able to identify in my own system: Barbie, Beetle, Blinky, Blueby, Cirrus, Connor, Cross, Delite, Dust, Edgelord, Finny, Fissure, Genevieve, Geno, Goth, Gruff, Horror, Iris, Jack, Kaiser, Kill3r, Layla, Max, Méngo, Mooney, Muffin, Natalia, Obelisk, Passi, Reaper, Riley, Roone, Sam, Sans Manatale, Shannon, Sir Pentious (Pent), Sphinks, Splenda, Teddybear, Texas, Tucker, Tule, Vanity, Zazzy, and Zee.

Genevieve’s system (🦋) includes: Freds, Chica, Rox, Chompy, Nilla, DJMM, Cassie, Gregy, Sun, Moon, Macy, Monty, Lily, Benji, and Lemon.

Blinky’s system (🧿) includes: Blue, Inky, Tootsie, Cadbury, and Sofaipilla.

Tucker & Jack’s system (📼) includes: Callie, Phil, Eve, Tommy, and Tubs.

Kaiser’s system (🐛) includes: Kepler.

Tule had a split(🧶): SciFi.

Goth’s system (🕊) includes: Fluttershy.

Delite had a split(🍓🍨): Rainier.

Two of these systems include littles that are not listed for their safety and ours. They will not be on this blog interacting, but may be mentioned or drawn.

Do any of your headmates use brackets when they talk?

Yes, some of them do! Others simply use identifying emojis, which I don’t have an issue with- *gruff talks like this /Teddybear talks like this/ •Layla talks like this• <Cirrus talks like this> }Natalia talks like this{ «Riley talks like this» °Zee talks like this° 🪲Beetle talks like this🪲 🧁Muffin talks like this🧁 „Sam talks like this„ ¡Max talks like this! £Tucker talks like this£ ≈Tommy talks like this≈ ¥Tubs talks like this¥ ≠Finny talks like this≠ 👠Barbie talks like this €Phil talks like this€ 🌿Eve talks like this👁‍🗨 ₽Jack talks like this₽ “Edgelord Talks Like This” or “LIKE THIS” 🥭Mèngo talks like this 🦋Genevieve talks like this🦋 ⚡️Freddy talks like this⚡️ ☀️Sun talks like this☀️ 🌙Moon talks like this🌙 🎹DJMM talks like this🎹 🐊Monty talks like this🐊 🐺Rox(y) talks like this🐺 🐓Chica talks like this🐓 🩹Gregy talks like this🩹 🍬Cassie talks like this🍬 🦊Benji talks like this 🐰Lemon talks like this 🪷Lily talks like this 🩰Macy talks like this ₩Shannon talks like this₩ 🐛Kaiser talks like this🐛 🌀Blinky talks like this🌀 🔵Blinky’s Blue talks like this🔵 ✒️Blinky’s Inky talks like this🖋 🍥Tootsie talks like this🍥 🍫Cadbury talks like this🐇 💤Sofaipilla talks like this💤 🎨Sphinks talks like this🖌 ;;Iris talks like this;; ¢Reaper talks like this¢ 🪓Horror talks like this 🐙Obelisk talks like this 💛Callie talks like this 🕯Geno talks like this ♟Dust talks like this ❌Cross talks like this 🚀Kepler talks like this🌟💫 §Texas talks like this§ 🍊Splenda talks like this 🕷Tule talks like this 🎯Vanity talks like this ❤️‍🔥Roone talks like this 🦜Zazzy talks like this 🫐Mooney Talks Like This🍦 🌾Passi talks like this 🧬SciFi talks like this 🐍Pentiousss talksss like thisss 🍌Blueberror talk-talk-talks like this-th-this 🍓Delite talks like this!🍰 🕊Goth talks like this 🔪Kil3r talks like this 🎠Fluttershy talks like this…

More will be added if and when the alter chooses a bracket for themself. Please be respectful of alters with typing quirks, stutters, etc.

Why don’t you want to post this art/these things on your main?

Because that’s not what my main is about. My system and my personal life is not what I want on my main. This is for my headmates and my system.

You’re copying _______! I’m telling on you!

I’m reeeeally not. System blogs are overly common now, and I don’t have a problem with sharing my own experiences.

Can you tell us more about yourselves?

Links to everyone’s personal introductions will be added as they come in! It will take a while as I want everyone to do them themselves, so waiting for someone to front is the best option.

Bones’ intro is here: https://at.tumblr.com/unhappy-house-of-horrors/time-to-make-an-introductory-post-i/b1pde6z5rv2q Gruff’s intro is here: https://at.tumblr.com/unhappy-house-of-horrors/name-role-age-my-pronouns-are-things-that/vjtgd8xuvq08 Sofa’s intro is here: https://www.tumblr.com/unhappy-house-of-horrors/717335133955457024 Mèngo’s intro is here: https://www.tumblr.com/unhappy-house-of-horrors/718712766923472896

Why won’t you let your littles on here?

Because they’re just that: littles. Alters who are under 11 are not allowed to interact on here. They may request their drawings to be posted and we may make art of them, but they will NOT answer any questions or do anything themselves. Think of it like being old enough to have your first phone. You don’t need to be on social media when you get one, in my opinion as an adult, and my other adult alters agree that they don’t need to be on here. Even the minor alters that *are* allowed to post here are under supervision and not allowed to post without approval.

Who can we ask questions?

That master post is located at this link: https://www.tumblr.com/unhappy-house-of-horrors/703587049761095680/masterlist-of-who-will-answer-questions-you-may?source=share

Last Updated: 06/17/24

#your ghost host #unhappy haunts #headstone text #last edited 06/17/24

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blueflamepoisoning · 2 months

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sharing some phở with my loves.. i think they'd all appreciate some good phở

#pspsps eugene #ruan mei can have some of my boba. here girl pspspsps #into the flames #butterfly upon spider lilies #ruan strings and soft wingbeats

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hk2int · 2 years

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Testing ChatGPT

write a short story about a jumping spider that looks like a caterpillar. she wants to become a butterfly, but of course can't. let it have a nice positive ending.

Once upon a time, in a lush and verdant forest, there lived a jumping spider named Lily. Lily was a curious and adventurous spider, and she loved nothing more than exploring the world around her. She was also very clever and resourceful, and she could climb trees, spin webs, and catch insects with the best of them.

But Lily had one problem: she looked nothing like the other spiders in her forest. Unlike her siblings, who were small and black with long, spindly legs, Lily was large and plump, with a round, fuzzy body that looked just like a caterpillar. She had tried to change her appearance by spinning a silky cocoon around herself, but to no avail. No matter how hard she tried, she remained a caterpillar-like spider, and she felt out of place and unhappy.

One day, as Lily was exploring the forest, she came across a beautiful butterfly. The butterfly was fluttering about, enjoying the warm sun and the sweet nectar of the flowers. Lily watched in awe as the butterfly danced through the air, and she felt a sudden longing to be just like her. She wished she could have wings and fly, and she wished she could be as graceful and beautiful as the butterfly.

Lily decided to follow the butterfly and see where she went. She jumped from tree to tree, keeping a safe distance behind the butterfly, who was too busy enjoying her day to notice Lily. Eventually, the butterfly led Lily to a clearing in the forest, where a group of other butterflies was gathered. The butterflies were singing and dancing, and they looked happy and carefree.

Lily watched from a distance, feeling sad and envious. She wished she could join in the fun, but she knew she couldn't. She was a spider, after all, and she would never be a butterfly.

Lily was about to turn away and go back to her own spidery life, when the butterfly she had been following noticed her. The butterfly flew over to Lily and smiled. "Hello, little spider," she said. "What are you doing here?"

Lily was surprised and a little shy, but she answered truthfully. "I was just watching you and the other butterflies," she said. "I wish I could be like you, but I know I can't. I'm a spider, not a butterfly."

The butterfly looked at Lily with understanding and compassion. "You don't have to be a butterfly to be beautiful and special," she said. "You are unique and wonderful just the way you are. Look at you - you can climb trees, spin webs, and catch insects. Those are all amazing abilities that butterflies don't have. You are a jumping spider, Lily, and that's something to be proud of."

Lily felt her heart swell with joy and gratitude. She realized that the butterfly was right - she didn't need to be a butterfly to be happy and fulfilled. She was a jumping spider, and that was something to be proud of. She thanked the butterfly for her kind words and went back to her forest, feeling happier and more confident than she had in a long time.

rewrite the end of the story, so that it's a really surprising and funny ending, and sends a strong message.

Suddenly, the butterfly's face turned serious. "But you know what?" she said. "I think you can be a butterfly if you really want to. All you have to do is believe in yourself and work hard. I'll help you. Come on, let's go to butterfly school."

Lily was shocked and amazed. She had never heard of such a thing as butterfly school, but she was curious and excited. She followed the butterfly to a hidden corner of the forest, where a group of other insects were gathered. They were all wearing tiny little uniforms and practicing their butterfly skills.

Lily was nervous at first, but the other insects were friendly and welcoming. She quickly made friends and started learning how to fly, dance, and collect nectar. She was a natural, and she loved every minute of butterfly school.

#ai #text #story #spider #children

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marinesocks · 2 years

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Find The Word Game!

huge thanks to the lovely @kyofsonder for tagging me!! this game is my passion /hj???

My words were: REACH, PATIENCE, SHAKY, HOLLOW & RIPPLE

i'm actually switching up the source material for these next few tag games!! for this post i'll be taking snippets from the owl's wish („• ֊ •„)

reach

The darkness swarms them, draping itself over all of the trees and swallowing the forest whole into its wide, gaping maw. As the wind and clouds tear through the sky, even the stars succumb to the blackness. In the distance, a weak yellow light serves as their only point of reference. It blinks feebly through the storm. As they draw closer, Bokuto can make out the source - a small house with a low roof and long porch. When they reach the steps, the door slides open and a figure with dark wings calls out from inside. “Please, come inside!” - chapter 7: through dark and cold

patience

Akaashi waits patiently as Bokuto mulls it over. His eyes idly track over the dark, rustling trees, their leaves fluttering gently to the ground. A white butterfly flits lazily over the curling red spider lilies. The sun crests in the center of the sky, highlighting everything in a gentle golden glow. It settles in the folds of Bokuto’s kimono and catches in the green of Akaashi’s eyes. Akaashi is gathering their tangerine peels in his hands when Bokuto snaps his fingers. - chapter 1: once upon a time

shaky

Gasping, shaking, he slides the door to his room open, scrambling frantically across the hard wood floor of the engawa walkway. Wind screams along the shut storm shutters, rattling against the walls. He coughs up spit and air. Beneath his touch, the floor whisks from wood to sand to stone to grass. Every texture punctures the pads of his fingers with freezing teeth. Bokuto clambers out towards the light he can barely see. - bladesmithing, part one: separate

hollow

Bokuto is lightly pulled forward as Akaashi crouches down. The grass crinkles underneath Bokuto’s feet. There is a tense quiet. “I think I found it,” Akaashi says. “Here.” Akaashi passes him a tiny wooden object that settles, hollow but firm, in Bokuto’s hand. It feels familiar. “This is it, Akaashi. This has to be it,” Bokuto whispers, certain. “Now let’s head back.” - chapter 7: through dark and cold

ripple

"Alright, focus now.” The light from the lantern makes Kuroo’s eyes seem to glow. “Bokuto Koutarou, what do you remember?” Bokuto closes his eyes, trying to focus on the blurred edges of his mind. A sensation ripples under his touch, wiggling just out of reach. “I remember… I remember it was dark. And cold.” Bokuto’s face scrunches up as he tries to hone in on the feeling. It slips out from between his fingers and squirms its way out of his arms. But he manages to grab its tail just before it dives back into the abyss. “I was… soaked.” - chapter 8: black cat, through the mist

i'm going to formally tag @thanatostouch , @lady-wintress , @wardenoftheabyss , @orphicpoieses , & @artbyeloquentas , as well as keeping it an open tag as always!

Your words are: SUBSTANCE, RUN, SIGN, DO, & DOUBLE

and as always i’m adding my own rule that if you can’t find a word in your work then you have to tell me a fun fact about either your WIP, your writing process, or one of your characters ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

have fun, writers!! drink some water!!

#writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writblr #writers #creative writing #my writing #find the word tag #find the word game #helena scribbles #the owl's wish

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salamiwrites · 3 years

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Moment I saw you were taking requests I ran like this

So maybe a kimetsu no yaiba match up? 👀👉👈

Our lil girlie today is Sylvia! Or Shirubia.

She's 5'6, 19 and a part of the demon slayer corps being the spider lily pillar.

She has pastel pink hair and violet eyes, could be Mitsuri's older cousin.

Actually, just like Mitsuri, she's unusually strong, but she does have a drawback being blind like Gyomei. But to counter that, she has much more sensitive skin, though that makes any wounds much more painful....

It's strange how she joined the corps, or how she managed to rise to the position of pillar since she has and always been a pacifist. She made sure that all of her breathing techniques were as painless as possible. Her moves were elegant and soft, much like a dancer. Something that makes her unique is that she doesn't have a sword, but instead gets a chinese Qiang to help dight demons better.

She was orphaned. Her parents being killed by demons when she was just 3. Later on, she was picked up and raised by the demon slayer corps. Though she never liked fighting, she always tried to protect innocent lives.

Extra Trivia!:

Afraid of fire(sorry Rengoku, sorry Tanjiro)

Loves flowers, and has a few wisteria plants of her own.

Actually approved of Nezuko!

Loves but is allergic to chocolate

Has a cute kitten sneeze

Dislikes Sanemi and Inosuke because of how violent they are

Canonically became a demon but returned to a human state after

Really soft-spoken

Physical love language

Actually great at playing instruments

Anxious and plays with her hair when she panics

Shy and oblivious

Scared of rodents bc it's funny

Hi there!! Thanks for requesting, I hope you'll enjoy your matchup!(I hope it's to your liking, english isn't really my first language, and this is actually my first ever matchup request so....)

I match Sylvia up with....

Shinobu Kocho!

Let me just say, I had a really hard time trying to decide between Giyu and Shinobu, but I ultimately came to choose Shinobu due to Giyu's stoic and quiet demeanor

One of the main reasons why Shinobu fell for Sylvia would be because she didn't judge her for her appearance, and considering how she finds herself inferior to the other hashiras because of her short stature, she'd feel surprised that she didn't judge her for how she looked, rather, for her cheery personality

When they both fight together, whether it be slaying demons, or one-on-one sparring at the flower mansion, Shinobu often finds herself sneaking glances at Sylvia, she finds her effortless yet effective way of fighting very attractive

Shinobu would definitely empathise with Sylvia when she finds herself grieving for her late parents, heck, she lost most her family to demons

She would be overjoyed to find out that Sylvia loves flowers, as the insect hashira and a former apprentice of the late flower hashira, she'll put it upon herself to make you the most intricate and perfect wisteria necklace. When she presents the necklace she tirelessly worked on for the past week, Sylvia stares at the necklace in awe, a thin gold necklace with dried wisteria petals attached, she smiles, "Although, wisteria petals lose their effectiveness to demons after they're dried, I hope it's a gift that you'd keep for good luck." Sylvia tears up and engulfs Shinobu in a hug, pink dusting the latter's cheeks. "Worth it.", She whispers.

When Sylvia comes back from defeating a demon, she's sometimes left in pain due to her extremely sensitive skin. The moment she catches Shinobu's eye, she practically drags her off into the Butterfly Mansion to concoct some medicine for Sylvia to recover

She would find Sylvia's kitten sneezes adorable, sometimes, she'd even refrain from dusting her bedroom to hear her sneeze, of course, she'd accommodate you with an adequate supply of tissues, so I suppose she doesn't have much to complain about. (Don't worry, she doesn't do it often though!)

As Sylvia's quite soft-spoken, so whenever Sylvia can't find herself to speak louder, Shinobu finds herself speaking up and clarifying what she's trying to say to the others, she'll make her be heard no matter what

Midnights at the butterfly mansion are mostly spent outdoors, they both would be sitting outside the balcony, feet dangling over the wooden platform. Sylvia strums her shamisen melodically while Shinobu lays her head on Sylvia's shoulder

I feel like after Sylvia and Shinobu get together, Sylvia, even though she's shy and oblivious, would gain this unusual confidence that causes even Shinobu to blush profusely (etc, THE KABEDON POSITION!!!!!! (I love it so much omg))

Short fic... time?(I was kind of lazy, and I was about to sleep so..) (Sorry if it's kind of OOC, it's my first time ever writing for kny and I'm still sort of a new fan)

It was midnight, Sylvie kept her hand hovering over her spear as she navigated through the woods, she was informed earlier that there was a demon on the loose, as she had to fulfill her duty as the spider lily pillar, she journeyed through the lands to slay this demon.

It should've been like any other time where she slayed demons, where she slayed them alone, but a special someone happened to target the same very demon that she was tasked to kill.

The moment Sylvia saw her face, she paid the other slayer no mind, she wasn't exactly close to any of her subordinates nor peers, so she didn't know who was who, thus leading to her not knowing about Shinobu's existence.

They both fought together, on par with other, blow for blow and easily overcame the powerful demon they faced.

Sylvia, because of her shyness, quickly fled, no, left the scene, after they killed the demon.

As Sylvia leaves the forest, Shinobu was left standing where they originally fought together, when she places a hand on her face and feels her now warm cheeks, she mumbled, starstruck, "I have to know who she is.."

Can I just say... I also considered Genya as well, but the age gap is.... nty

#MATCHUP MASTERLIST #SUBMIT A REQ!

#kny imagines #kny matchups #matchups #matchup #kny matchup #kny shinobu #shinobu #shinobu kocho #imagines #my work #shinobu kochou #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demonslayer #demon slayer #salami's speed dating

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dudeandduchess · 5 years

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HGW, Day 7: Forbidden Love | Giyuu x F!S/O [NSFW]

NOTE: Hey hey, bbys! Finally, I finished this. Ahhh. I finished HGW! Albeit I was a day late but better late than never, amirite? Ahaha. Hope you guys enjoyed Hurt Giyuu Week as much as I did.

Stay tuned for Infinite Feels Train Week. Lmao.

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Warning: Angst with Happy Ending, Fluff, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Creampie, Wall Sex, Mentions of a Breeding Kink, Choking Word Count: 3,456

Once (Y/n) had been stowed within a blanket, with her head firmly attached onto her unconscious body, the three Hashira had set on back to the Ubuyashiki estate to settle things.

They had called for an emergency meeting, which was received and accepted promptly by Oyakata-sama himself; so it stood to reason why Giyuu felt so breathless and weak.

He had knowingly gone against the rules that were ingrained into him from a young age; he knew that he should have been ashamed of himself and what he had done, but he couldn’t find it in him to regret his actions. He felt so breathless and weak not because he was sorry, but because his conscience harped at him so heavily about not feeling guilty.

A trial had been held to judge him for his crimes, but the end judgment had ruled out for the best— with Oyakata-sama’s kind consideration.

Had he not interfered on Giyuu’s behalf, (Y/n) would have been long dead; and Giyuu would have followed with the same fate as well.

But Kagaya had brought up the Water Hashira’s years of service to the Slayer Corps, as well as the fact that (Y/n) had never killed a human being before, so it served to back Giyuu up from his comrades’ harsh verdicts.

The Ubuyashiki patriarch also recounted the story of how (Y/n) was someone extremely important from Giyuu’s childhood, as told to him by the young man himself, which helped curb some of the anger directed towards him for his betrayal.

However, the fact remained that he had still committed treachery and that he needed to face the consequences of his actions.

And so, that was how he had ended up being saddled with more missions. On top of that, his pay was also going to be halved for three months; and (Y/n) was going to stay at the Butterfly estate— inside a shed that was surrounded by wisteria trees— as a prisoner.

It was either that, or be sent to Fujikasane to serve as prey for incoming Slayers. So Giyuu immediately acquiesced to the plan where (Y/n) was a prisoner, as it was better to have her be trapped and alive, rather than be hunted down— or worse, dead.

And so, the days where Giyuu frequently visited the Butterfly Mansion began.

He wasn’t allowed to go anywhere near (Y/n), especially without supervision from another Hashira, as there was no guarantee that Giyuu wouldn’t break her out of her prison if given the opportunity. So he made do with standing atop the estate’s eastern fence to gaze longingly at (Y/n).

Once a week the Water Hashira would take some time out of his busy schedule to check up on her; and he was just thankful that Shinobu granted him some privacy— at the very least— during his visits.

Her aura would hang around the area heavily, and Giyuu would always feel eyes on the back of his head, but not once did anyone try to make him go away.

All for good reason, as (Y/n)’s agitation would grow nonexistent when she could feel his presence; thus putting the entire Butterfly Estate at ease, even if only for an hour.

She knew that she had it easier than most demons, as she was actually left alive, but that didn’t diminish the irritation she felt at being trapped like an animal.

Due to the lack of any human contact, she settled for reading the tomes that Shinobu had been gracious enough to lend her. Most of them were medical books, but she didn’t care; as long as it kept her busy, then she would read them from cover to cover.

Still, reading couldn’t dull out the hunger pangs she felt. She wasn’t really hungry, as she could never feel hunger again, but more like extremely tempted; as the scent of humans permeated her senses over the smell of the wisteria flowers that surrounded her little shed.

Yet she had no choice other than to endure; because becoming a demon— though involuntary— was the card she had been dealt, and she had to wait… just until Giyuu found a cure for her.

She had to be strong, even though her heart yearned for her lover’s touch once more.

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“I’m willing to compromise, Kochō. Just let me…” Giyuu’s eyebrows knitted together in ill-concealed frustration, before smoothing out when he sighed heavily. “Please let me give this to her. At the very least, let me see her up close.”

Then, in a much quieter tone, the young man added, “Please. I need to see if she’s fine.”

His eyes flitted back down to the blue spider lily in his right hand. The moment he’d seen it while on Mount Yoko— to assess the overall state of the resources on the mountain, as was part of his punishment— his mind had immediately gone back to (Y/n) and how she would adore such a strange colored flower.

So he’d picked it up from the cluster it had been in, and carefully held on to it while on the way to the Butterfly Estate.

Shinobu felt a pang in her chest at that; maybe it was pity, she wasn’t too sure, but she found herself sympathizing with her fellow Hashira. If it were her in Giyuu’s position, she would want to know how her loved one was faring along, as well.

The worst that could happen was that he would break (Y/n) out of her prison. But really, the demoness wouldn’t even be able to make it past the wisteria trees before she perished. Not with all the wisteria-laced traps Shinobu had put in place; which she knew that the Water Hashira knew well about.

The desperation in Giyuu’s eyes were evident; it was the first time that she had ever seen such an expression cross his features. So, even if she was on the fence about it, the Insect Hashira still found herself sighing and nodding her assent.

If it were her in his position, she would have done everything possible to be as close as possible to the one she loved.

“You have until sunrise to spend with her.”

Giyuu was surprised at that answer; not only because he had already begun to formulate a crafty plan to sneak in to (Y/n)’s makeshift prison, but also because never had he thought that someone would understand him to the point of sympathizing with him.

It was a first; especially since it was him and Shinobu that were involved.

Still, he didn’t miss another second after that. He merely nodded at her, before breaking into a sprint for the shed that was tucked away within the estate’s grounds. He easily bypassed all of the traps without setting them off— as he knew that that would only serve to piss his comrade off.

(Y/n) sensed him nearing before she smelled his familiar scent; and her heart immediately thrummed with the overwhelming feeling of elation and fear coursing through her. She had known the stipulations of her confinement, and him coming towards her could have only meant that he was going to break the agreement.

Still, she could do nothing but wait in anticipation for him to open the door.

And when he did, Giyuu was immediately wrapped up in a tight hug. He hadn’t even closed the door fully when she jumped at him.

No words were exchanged between them as he returned her embrace, and pressed his lips against the crown of her head. Then slowly, he began to pepper her hair with the kisses he’d long since wanted to bestow upon her.

His heart felt so full of love for her, that he couldn’t hold back the numerous tears that began to roll down his cheeks. He then held her closer to him, if only to feel if she was actually real, which caused a sob to break free from his lips.

At that, (Y/n) pulled away from him— holding him at arms’ length— and ducked down to see his face, as he had turned to look down at the floor; in order to hide his shameful tears from the woman in front of him.

A sad smile lifted the corners of the young woman’s lips, before she cupped her lover’s cheeks in her hands and pulled him down so that their foreheads were pressed together.

With him she could control the unbridled thirst inside her; and for him she would try to control it— even if it took her lifetimes to do so. Because she knew that, no matter how sweet Giyuu’s promises to her were, they were nothing but pipe dreams.

The only solution she knew to cure her was to kill Muzan himself; which would also kill her, in turn.

Gently, she began to press her lips against his— first in tentative, fluttering touches that left her already breathless with sheer happiness. Then, she took in a deep breath and licked her bottom lip, before tilting her head to the side and fusing their mouths together in a deep kiss.

The action seemed to rouse Giyuu from his tear-laden reaction to seeing her again. He responded to her kisses, moving his mouth pliantly with hers, while his right hand lifted itself up and cradled the back of her head.

His thumb and middle finger squeezed the base of her skull gently— a long-established signal for her to open her mouth for him— which she wholeheartedly complied to.

Giyuu then slipped his tongue into his lover’s mouth; tasting her sweetness after so long. He groaned against her, before moving on to bite her bottom lip.

However, instead of taking things further, he pulled away from her— lightly tugging at her lip along the way— and rose up to his full height.

Tears still stained his cheeks, but his eyes were brighter; much more radiant with the lust and excitement that bubbled up inside him. And that made a gentle smile touch upon (Y/n)’s lips.

His answering smile was faint, but she didn’t mind. She knew the full extent of his happiness, because it mirrored hers. They didn’t need to validate their emotions with words; they just felt it, just like how they felt the storms in themselves quieted down when they were together.

They had a connection that most people could only ever dream of.

“I brought you something,” Giyuu began softly, then held up the blue Spider Lily that had been in his left hand the whole time.

(Y/n) felt something incessantly knocking inside her head; like a memory that she had long suppressed. It was trying to break out of the thought space she had put it into, but she refused to let it free; as that thought space was kept locked tight because they were all somehow related to Muzan.

Gingerly, she accepted the flower and cast a full-blown grin at her lover. “It’s very pretty. It reminds me of your eyes. Thank you.”

The grin served to knock the breath out of the Water Hashira, and he had to struggle with trying to maintain his composure, as he made a conscious effort to not take her in his arms and kiss her senseless.

(Y/n) didn’t make things any easier for him, however, as she got up on her toes and pressed another kiss to his lips in a show of her gratitude. She then sashayed away from him, while he lifted his hands up and wiped the tear tracks off of his cheeks.

Still, his eyes never left her as she moved around the sizeable room with ease. It seemed to have been a guest house before being turned into (Y/n)’s prison, which further eased Giyuu’s worries of her having unsavory living conditions.

She took a chipped cup of tea from inside her bedside drawer, then filled it up with some water from the water basin inside the small bathroom.

When she returned back to the main room, she set the cup down on top of her bedside drawer and set the flower in the water. It kept tipping over, however, so she propped it up against the wall with a quiet huff of irritation.

The chuckle bubbled out from Giyuu’s lips before he knew it, as his expression softened into one of sheer love and admiration for her. And slowly, he closed the distance between them to move her hair to her right shoulder, before lavishing open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin of her neck.

Instead of shying away from her lover’s touch, however, (Y/n) practically melted against him. She rocked back on her heels and pressed her back against his warm, clothed chest.

Giyuu set his hands on either side of her waist, kneading gently before letting the right one snake towards her center. His fingers then pressed against her cunt through the smooth fabric of her yukata, before rubbing her clit in circles. It still amazed her how well Giyuu knew her body, as he could always map out her pleasure zones without much effort.

But that was beside the point at that moment, because a pleasured moan cut through her thoughts. It reverberated off the walls with how quiet their surroundings were, but that only served to make Giyuu’s cock harder in his pants.

His left hand moved to untie her obi— successfully loosening the bindings— only to give up on it when actually unravelling it proved to be a challenge. Out of sheer frustration, he tugged at the ties to loosen them as much as possible, until the front of his lover’s outfit fell open to reveal her naked breasts.

She also wasn’t wearing any underwear, which was highly arousing; but if he didn’t know any better, he would say that she had been anticipating his visit. Her readiness reminded him so much of all the times when she would wait up for him on that mountain, completely bare as she fingered herself to thoughts of him.

He had walked in on her too many times to count, but each and every time was more pleasurable than the last; as they would try out new positions and kinks that Giyuu picked up during his travels.

His favorite was cockwarming, but he was too impatient for it at that moment. He just wanted to savor the taste and feel of her body while he could. Besides, he didn’t have enough time to fill her up with his cum until she got pregnant from it— if that was even possible— as much as he wanted to.

But he wanted to breed her, bad.

He continued lavishing her neck with kisses and love bites, even though the bruises disappeared the moment his lips unlatched themselves from her skin. It still made Giyuu so hot to see that, even for a moment, he could mark her as his; in a way that he couldn’t when they had been apart.

“I’m already so wet, Giyuu. Please,” (Y/n) mewled through needy pants, only to cry out when he slipped his hand beneath the slit of her yukata and ran the tip of his index finger along her wet slit. He then flicked her clit repeatedly, which made her knees shake with so much pleasure that her hands flew to both of his arms to hold on to something.

“Not yet. Not until you cum,” The Hashira whispered against her neck, before biting down on the supple skin and leaving a bright red set of teeth marks— which faded away after a few seconds.

The young demoness gripped tighter onto her lover’s arms, trying to find purchase as he delved his fingers further into her cunt and slipped two fingers inside of her.

Giyuu scissored his digits inside (Y/n)’s tight walls, trying to loosen her up for his cock, as it had been quite some time since they’d last had sex. Demon or not, he didn’t want to cause her any pain.

When he began moving his hand, however, she had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from letting everyone within the Butterfly Estate know just how amazing Giyuu’s fingers felt inside her. As it was, she already knew that Shinobu knew what they were up to; but she really couldn’t care less.

While he was pumping his fingers inside her, Giyuu moved his left hand up to encircle (Y/n)’s neck. He moved his lips up to her ear, just resting there and nibbling on the shell of it every so often; while his hand squeezed her neck gently until her breath hitched in her throat.

Her pulse thrummed so frantically beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t help but get lost at the pleasurable thought that he could still make her heart race like he did at that moment.

“I want you to cum around my fingers, before I let you cum around my cock,” He stated quietly, before increasing the pace of his hand’s thrusts.

(Y/n) was reduced to nothing more than a moaning and quivering mess as her orgasm rocked through her. Her knees felt so shaky that she was afraid of accidentally falling, but she was also confident in the fact that Giyuu wouldn’t let that happen; so she surrendered herself to him.

Giyuu smirked at that. “Good girl.”

He then loosened his old upon her neck, and pulled his fingers out of her— only to bring the digits up to his mouth and suck them clean— before making her bend over with her hands against the wall in front of her.

The Hashira made quick work of his belt and pants; unfastening and unzipping, before tossing his sword onto the bed right next to them. And when he pulled his cock out, the groan that left his lips was so pained and needy that it made (Y/n) even wetter.

She could only wait in anticipation, as her lover bunched the hem of her yukata up to her waist, before lining himself up to her sopping entrance.

As much as he wanted to bury himself to the hilt in one thrust, Giyuu took his time and gently eased his cock inside (Y/n). He thrusted lightly to help take some of his edge off, and moaned so deliciously when he managed to bury his dick all the way to the hilt.

His first few thrusts after that were slow and gentle; trying to establish a good rhythm. And when he did manage to find a good pace and angle to thrust, he gripped her hips tightly to keep her from getting lifted off the ground with how rough he was being.

Still, despite his effort to keep her grounded, her feet still bounced off the floor with every other thrust. She had also resorted to bowing her head and biting her tongue to keep from screaming out in pleasure, because sex with Giyuu felt so amazing; like it always did.

“I want you to fill me up with your warm cum, Giyuu. Please, I need it,” The young woman pleaded breathlessly, then resumed biting down on her tongue when the Hashira’s thrusts grew more frenzied to the point of being borderline sloppy.

But she didn’t care about his technique; not when her legs were shaking with the pleasure that another imminent orgasm entailed.

Giyuu felt (Y/n)’s walls begin to pulse around him, which had him trying to chase his own orgasm quicker. His grip on her waist tightened even more, as he reveled in the feeling of his own peak starting to draw nearer.

And when it came crashing down upon him, his hips snapped jerkily, as he tried to push his cock as deep into (Y/n) as it could go. He knew that the chances of her getting pregnant were little to none, but his libido flared up even more at the thought of having her carry his child.

Thick ropes of his cum shot out of him in spurts, filling (Y/n) to the brim and triggering her own release.

She felt her pussy clench down on Giyuu’s cock, as her lower abdomen clenched tightly at her orgasm. Pleasure flooded her senses once more, which caused the tight reign she had on her concealed thought space to loosen enough for a memory to play through the momentary lapse in her control.

Completely breathless and spent, she leaned most of her weight onto her hands— which were still flush against the wall— before casting a glance at the blue spider lily that had fallen out of the makeshift vase that she had put it in.

She wasn’t sure about it, but she felt like she had the cure to her demonism.

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III :: MUSTER

{{ TW: NSFW ; Self Harm ; Self-Flagellation }} Ft: @talesfromthegameff14 and @whenaltsattack

The crisp chill of Shirogane’s night air did much to settle the wobble in the green-haired Keeper’s legs after the evening he’d had. He could still taste sake on his lips and tongue, still feel the burn of alcohol too strong coursing through his veins--could still feel the weight of his decisions like lead in his belly.

Tonight had been good. He’d enjoyed himself.

This was the lie he would feed himself until it burned at his mental and became truth; until he no longer saw the back of the Thavnairian’s head in his mind, until he couldn’t hear their voices, until he couldn’t feel the tingle burn away at his spine. He would lie to himself over and over again if it meant that he would get the idea out of his head that this had been another heartbreaking evening of his own accord.

It wasn’t a bad evening for anyone but him, so why couldn’t he just let go of this?

Bile rushed up his throat as his thoughts soured, the Keeper taking a moment to pause just outside of the gate to his estate--a thin hand grasping the stone pillar to keep himself from toppling over and spilling his gut onto the pavement. No, not like this--he must not do that here. Sheer determination was the only thing that kept him on his feet while he slipped over the stone path toward the double doors; sobering almost instantly at the sight of the two guards waiting patiently.

“Young Master.”

Tsubaki grimaced at the title inwardly, though his expression was the perfect face of neutrality--tipping his chin slightly. The guards wordlessly reached for the handle of the door and pulled back, pulling it open in a smooth motion for the Keeper to make his way inside. Waiting for him was a handmaiden, who bowed automatically in his direction and hung in that position until he’d passed by. She fell into line behind him as he silently made his way through the grand, silent estate--making a bee-line toward his room.

“I--Young Master, if I may say--”

“You may, Shoko.”

The handmaiden wrung her hands at her waist, the pretty hyur sweeping dark tresses over her shoulder as she bowed slightly. “I mean not to impose but perhaps the young master would prefer a bath before retiring to his room…?”

Tsubaki shook his head, immediately regretting the movement when his vision swirled and his tail had to swing out in a wide arc to auto-correct his balance mid step. A pause and then he continued on. “That will not be necessary, Shoko. I will retire for the evening.”

“But Yo--”

“Shoko.”

The tone was firm, though his ears twitched when he heard the women utter a soft apology. He sighed quietly under his breath, making his way through what felt like corridor after corridor until he finally happened upon the sliding door that led to his room. He was appropriately centered further back in the home but not the furthest, giving him his ample privacy with dozens of empty rooms surrounding his. It was a boon to be allotted his privacy.

“Dismiss the servants for the night. Good night, Shoko.”

“Yes, sir… Good night, Young Master.”

He slid the door shut behind him with a quiet thunk and stepped across the wide, bare room to a set of dressers--using thin fingers to pull open one of the drawers and retrieve a small wooden box. The drawer slid shut with a push and he turned away from the dresser, moving to a sliding door on the left--pushing it open and closing it behind him.

The bare room was dimly lit by candle only; centered in the middle was a lone seat cushion.

Tsubaki made his way to the single cushion and sunk down on it with a measured amount of grace, sweeping his long tail around him to rest by his ankles. Once seated, he waited. He knew the time it would take for the servants on this side of the estate to disperse, giving him ample time to fall into the thunderstorm of feelings that’d been brewing since he stepped out of the Red Lantern estate.

Images of the scene he’d been in-explicitly present for but not apart of flashed through his mind; the memory of the dancer tossed over Akihito’s naked flesh and given the right to taste. It hadn’t been the first time Tsubaki had seen his bodyguard’s body but this had been something vivid that he burned into his mind to remember. He let out a breath and allowed his mind to wander--let himself fall back into the moment as it were. Allowed himself the memory.

How Aki’s body moved against the Keeper’s like they’d been made to fit together; that they’d found bliss in one another and the half-raen had enjoyed himself enough to cry out in pleasure; suffocating Tsubaki in their lust while he watched in complete silence from a nearby sofa. Fan lashes fluttered shut and his mind’s eye filled in the blanks--the slap of skin fervent and the rush of pleasure like electricity over his skin. More--more. Until Aki’s bliss rushed jerky and wet and those sinful lips prayed to the Miqo’te riveted to his lap; calling names was a form of worship.

“Tsubaki.”

The vision distorts and shatters instantly, the Keeper jostled out of it by his own desires--cheeks burning a deep red. What had he just…

NO!

How could he taint the memory like this!?

The Red Lantern had been an experience he hadn’t been expecting but had enjoyed none-the-less; a surprising turn-of-events that had the evening ending with his crimson-eyed self watching his bodyguard find his bliss in the mouth of a beautiful whore by the name of Durelle. The man had been sat at their table by the Madame of the house to enjoy themselves and had, naturally, attached himself to Akihito like most people did. It was hard not to see it coming; the half-raen was personable and good-looking! He was everything that a social butterfly would need to flourish in this world!

Tsubaki was none of that. He was frail, feminine-faced and small; sporting dark green hair and crimson eyes. There had been too many times that comments had been made about his appearance; did he really look that strange? His clothing was sleek to fit his frame and muted in all ways, his attempt not to draw too much attention to himself and yet, even there, he’d stuck out like a sore thumb.

What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he be like everyone else?

Why couldn’t he be a jovial soul that found his will and personhood in crowds; why couldn’t he be the friendly one that everyone flocked to? He was frail by design, he’d never be sought after like the others were--he was too different. Too strange.

Wasn’t this why Aki’s affections fled elsewhere?

This broke the dam; tears building and falling from the corners of his eyes as he hunched over the wooden box clutched tightly in his hands.

The image of the half-raen’s sister flickered into his mind and the Keeper’s hands were moving before he could think to stop himself. The latch on the wooden box flipped and he opened the lid to reveal several pristine tools sitting on top of a white cloth; two sharpened pieces of bamboo, a sharpened wooden dagger and a flayed bunch of bamboo stalks bound together with a tie. Without missing a beat, the Keeper took up one of the bamboo sticks and pulled back his sleeve to jab the sharpened end into the meat of his shoulder; drawing a long red line across the span of his arm. Line after line; shoulder to elbow. It burned and stung like hell; the pain enough to coax him fully into sobbing outright--the froth of his life essence spilling down his skin to drip onto the white cloth and his dark colored skirt. The more he hurt himself, the more he allowed himself to sob and fall into his emotions.

Akihito would never be his. All because he couldn’t muster the will to tell the man his feelings.

His anguish peaked and the Keeper cried out in agony; throwing the bamboo stick aside to grab the clump of bamboo stalks. One hand reached back behind him and tugged hard--pulling his long shirt over his head and tossed against the wall. A thin arm arched up and back; the slap of stalk against skin ringing out in the room. Skin split--blood spilled and pain blossomed all along his upper shoulders, mingling over the detailed spider lily tattoo that adorned his shoulders. Each slap of skin and howl of pain brought him redemption. Each hit? A balm.

It wasn’t until his fuzzy mind couldn’t think anymore that he set down the makeshift flogger and let his head fall back so his eyes could look to the ceiling. This was a bittersweet pain; pain on the outside and inside, colored with the red of relief.

Kami forgive him; he was only mortal.

If only he’d never been born.

A bell passed with the Keeper stiff in that pose; only to eventually put the tools away into the box along with the red splotted cloth. He’d clean his tools by hand, scrub the room by hand to hide his shame--and then take care of the wounds. They would not heal in a day; there was a reason why he always wore long clothing and loathed to show any bit of his skin. The concoctions he could could up to neatly sew his skin back together and leave a flawless, perfect finish would take it out of him for several days but it would not matter.

No one would ever know.

The room was treated, his wounds tended and he fell into his futon with an exhausted sigh--rolled over and let sleep claim him. It was a fitful sleep, one wrought with guilt and anguish but it was something he’d felt he deserved.

Tomorrow, he would smile at Aki like he always did. Ask him about the weather. Talk about the meaningless.

Hide his shame; like always.

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