#the demons in me…..they crave these silly guys

[beekindtobees]

pov the miraculous love square but make it even more insane

(they cannot decide how they feel about each other. the denial is so deep. what idiots <3)

as civilians, they start out with their normal rivalry but start to warm up to each other.

as heros, it doesn’t take too long for them to be buddies. for kokichi, it’s just a new mask to put on but no one knows it’s him so he can kinda let loose. for kaito, he’s already kinda been wearing the hero mask. that would probably annoy kokichi at first, but i think he helps kaito break that need to be viewed as a hero a little.

kaito has the tendency to hero worship, so that’s why i think he’d be more interested in kokichi as a hero (which, i still need to name their hero personas teehee). the opposite is true for kokichi, he wants to see what’s behind people’s masks.

teehee. idk if that made any sense !! feel free to let me know ur takes if ur so inclined <3 this will probably be roughly what i stick with tho

the love square would probably get flipped in the future. dumb dumb idiots <3

anyway, the mental illness won and i’m now in the process of making my first ever comic thingy ( in general and for them ) it’s definitely not the best but it’s fun !!

there also may be a doc for a fic but we’ll see :p

[aestrayla]

driving you crazy ft. mammon

summary: you make a bet with a certain white-haired demon to see who can last the longest without touching the other. let's see how long you can last. ft. mammon x f!reader

cw: 18+ SMUT and sexual themes. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT interact.

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this was my first time writing smut LOL. i had to stop myself from cringing while writing this but my fingers just kept typing away.. anyways enjoy!

You had made a bet with Mammon to see who could last the longest without any physical touch, and of course, he agreed to it. Making bets was his playing field after all and after mentioning the little reward you'd offer if he won... he was not going to lose. This was mere child's play for him.

Now of course you had to play dirty to win. The odds that he would win were more or less in his favour. Here and there you would try and tease him, wearing short little skirts and staring at him with your pretty eyes. He knew when you made that stupid little sultry look with your eyes it could struck any guy dumb. He knew this, because he experienced it firsthand and still remembers the day you laughed at him after leaving him dumbfound.

Your teasing was extremely fun on his part though. Mammon could honestly fuck you whenever he pleased but being able to watch you play this silly little game and planning your next "big move" was far too entertaining for him. It was like watching a child learn to walk, seeing how pouty you'd get after the game dragged from hours into days.

The lack of physical touch was burning your insides. How was he able to handle this so well? It was surprising how good his restraint was when he, at the same time, has terrible impulses of blowing thousands of grimm within seconds.

As the days dragged on, it got quite obvious to the others that you two were up to something ridiculous once again and Lucifer was starting to get quite fed up of the back and forth teasing you two would do. "Guys just- get a room... Please," he would say.

You were both shooed away by everyone, making it into Mammon's room. "Can't you just let me win already?" you pleaded, as you plopped onto his bed, lying onto your stomach. Mammon watched as his gaze followed your figure, until he couldn't take his eyes off of something.

As you landed on the bed, your night gown slightly lifted at your waist, revealing a pretty lingerie set you had on underneath. Thoughts were swirling around his head. He had only seen you in lingerie once, on his birthday. This was no special occasion but you definitely had his heart racing and his mind pacing.

"Did you hear me?"

"I-I... U-um... Yeah I uh..." he stuttered. You got off of your stomach to rest your back on the headboard. He clears his throat. "Let ya win?" He makes his way to the edge of the bed and takes a seat. "I didn't play this lil' game of yours just to let ya win, princess."

To be honest you were needy, really needy at this point. You've been craving him the entire week but you just had to play it cool and you were starting to get really frustrated. You pouted at his words.

"Hm? What's that look on ya face?" he questioned.

Although you were desperate, you still didn't want to lose to the likes of him. Your brows furrowed as you pleaded him with your eyes, your glossy lips pouting.

"Ah, now ya makin' me feel bad! How could I say no to your pretty little face?" He leaned back into the bed, his arms holding him up. "Well, if ya want me so bad, then go ahead princess. I'm all yours."

He had the stupidest smile plastered to his face. You frowned. It was obvious he wasn't gonna let you win. When he wanted something, he got it- no matter the cost.

"Just admit ya lost and I'll give ya whatcha want."

Easier said than done. You were a petty little brat but you were craving him so bad, you needed him right now and all this chatter was getting you all hot and bothered. "Mammon..." you whined, "Please..."

He sighed. "A bets a bet. If I'm not gonna lose, and you're not gonna lose... then I guess we're waitin' another week," he shrugged as he got up from the bed. You tugged at his shirt before he could fully stand. "Hm?" He paused as he turned to face you. As you stared down in defeat, you could feel him staring back at you with the biggest smirk. "Is this your way of sayin' ya lost to me?"

"W-whatever... just- just tell me what you want," you mutter.

The reward you offered for winning, was that the winner could do whatever they wanted with the loser, pretty simple.

"Get ridda the dress, I wanna see how pretty ya dressed for me."

He takes your place, resting his back against the headboard while you remove the silk gown. He admires you for a moment, the intricate lace hugging the curves and folds of your body beautifully. He's always amazed at how he managed to score you. Of all demons, you chose him and he could never be happier.

He motioned for you to sit on his lap and you do so. Settled over him, you can feel a hard bulge beneath you. You look up at him and meet with his deep blue eyes. "Well, whaddya waitin' for, princess? Ride me." You both frantically toss your under garments away into oblivion.

Once again, you're settled above him. You gulp as you stare down at his growing member, already flowing with pre-cum. You use your hand to guide him to your entrance while your other hand rests on his chest for support. He never fails to surprise you with his size and there was no way you could ever get used to it.

You slowly lower yourself down, feeling your walls stretch around him. You groaned. You weren't even halfway down and you were already having difficulty taking him in. He watched you carefully as you attempted to lower yourself, his dick twitching from the lack of friction. "Fuck, y/n... ya actin' like ya ain't take my dick before," he grumbles.

"I'm sorry you're just... so damn big..." you muttered. He brought his hands to your hips to help guide you down and once you made it all the way down you took a moment to adjust. You slowly started to raise your hips to bounce on him, pressing your hands against his bare chest to hold yourself up. He watched as you rode him, scrunched brows, half-lidded eyes, mouth agape. You were so damn pretty.

You started to pick up the pace, earning a few groans and grunts from him. His hands found their way to your hips, slamming you down while he bucked his hips up into you. Your gasps and moans were music to his ears. "Mammon... Mammon I..." You were starting to come undone and felt a tightening knot in your stomach. You were going to reach your high soon. "Fuck... fuck y/n..." he groaned, "You're so... you're so damn slow!"

You sharply gasped when he grabbed you by your wrists and threw you onto your back. He was now hovering over you. The look he had in his eyes looked as if he was going to devour you, whole. He started to slam his hips into you mercilessly as if some kind of monster had taken control. Your moans grew louder and much more whiney as he rammed into you, over and over again.

"Do ya know how fuckin' crazy ya drove me this entire week?" he breathed. You could feel him smile beside your ear. "I woulda fucked the shit outta ya first day if I didn't hafta put up with ya lil' game."

The only response that left your mouth were your stupid little whimpers and moans of his name.

"You're gonna make up for all the time ya wasted." His pace only got faster, his tip hitting that same sensitive spot again and again. You wanted to tug and pull at his soft white hair, but your wrists were in restraint by his large hands. "Mammon... I can't..." you whimpered.

"Can't what?" he smirked.

"I... I can't take it... ‘s too much..." Your words only made him go faster and it was pulling your insides into knots and twists. "Well I'm sorry princess, but the winner gets to do whatever to the loser, right?" he grinned.

He was abnormally faster than usual today, but it was because of how much he was dying to fuck you. Just because he could restrain himself, did not mean that he didn't wanna fuck you dumb. If anything, the game made him even more hungry for you.

Your fucked-out face had him smiling stupidly as he rammed into you. "Mammon I'm... I'm gonna..." you mumbled.

"Hm? Whaddya gonna do?"

"I'm gonna cum!" you whined.

"Already? But we've only just started princess," he teased, as he placed a sloppy kiss onto your lips. You were seriously about to finish, especially at the pace he was going at.

"Please... let me cum. I can't take it anymore!" you begged.

You looked so good right now. Brows furrowed while your eyes were rolled back, tongue slightly out. "Fuck you're so pretty... do ya hafta finish right now?" he groaned.

You were a moaning mess and it was a struggle to even speak right now. He removed his hands from your wrists and found purchase of your hips. His thrusts were starting to get sloppy and he was also close to finishing.

"Fine," he huffed, "You can cum."

As if on command, you came undone almost instantly while grabbing ahold of his soft hair. The tightening of your walls around him pushed him over the edge and he released into you. "Fuck..." he groaned as he filled up your insides with his hot seed. He continued to thrust into you, not allowing a drop to be wasted.

He started to slow down his pace, and he finally pulled out of you. You smiled as he looked down at you, you were completely worn out. He leaned down to place a soft, but sweet kiss to your lips.

"You happy now baby?" you asked, while wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Mhm, really happy," he smiled.

You lean in for a second kiss and as he pulls away, you notice his smile turn into a devilish smirk. You frown, confused at what his face is for.

"Mkay now turn around, we goin' for round two baby!"

©2023 aestrayla. do not modify, copy, translate or share.

[fuumiku]

They’re really interesting foils in many ways. I’ve always thought that Marcille & Mithrun have underrated dynamic potential. Give me the cringefail dungeon lords. Give me the elves with ears-centric metaphorical self-image issues. Give me the academic elites whose deepest strongest desires will always remain unreachable and the only option is to turn to the corrupt forbidden fruit of a demon pact. I am so so normal about Mithrun and Marcille

I wonder if the resemblance between captain Mithrun and general Hagreus aka Marcille’s fave in Dalclan is intentional… They definitely look very alike. It could represent idealization vs reality? Something something the romanticization of elves and their societal drama in their fiction vs a very real and imperfect product of their military system. The canaries certainly aren’t glamorous next to whatever Hagreus is the general of. I feel like she never had the opportunity to notice the resemblance herself bc within seconds of meeting him he was wrestling her on the ground but. If she had… She would so think he should have been his actor in the tallman stage play of Daltian Clan in that new extra comic hehe. I love the little details like Hagreus’ lips being drawn with extra details because they’re full and pretty while Mithrun’s lips are drawn with extra details because they’re chapped lmao.

This art is all silly and surface level but in my head mithrille is like so dramatic and I make up daltian clan level big plots with them gbdgd. I made a spotify playlist for mithrun if y’all interested, rn it’s mostly centered around cravings that consume and losing yourself and illusions inspired from his time as dungeon lord but it’s branching out. Varied vibes, levels of intensity and degrees of confusion and await you ✨ I would emotionally rant about Chainsaw Man ost lyrics and how they tie in with Mithrun and the winged lion’s relationship but this post is already a monster

I want more of these two please please please pleaseee just one or two interactions in the new canon content coming up… All they ever did was debate philosophy on desires and human self-fulfillment and try to murder each other, please… I never get to gush about them and I can’t shut up so if you want more thoughts I talk about them more below

To get a girl to peacefully accept arrest follow these simple steps: in private, ominously stand above her and forcefully interrogate her, while in public, tell her you’ve met before (untrue and also not a pickup line) and interrogate her with a thin veneer of decorum. If all else fails, threaten and follow through on said threat. My guy needs more than just physical therapy I’m afraid

Sorry if most of these were Marcille-centric with Mithrun standing there looking cool, if I were doing these more from Mithrun’s pov things would be like "She’s a bit much but I guess I don’t mind hanging around her." or "Oh you’re a half-elf? -insert elven supremacist rethoric-" or "I have to keep her from becoming demon stew." immediately followed by "Did someone say demon? Kill kill kill kill kill" since these are set prior to like really knowing another. Then things would be more like "huh she has bad tastes in novels but her magic research is pretty interesting" and "I’m lonely and don’t understand myself— Oh she loves talking about feelings? Oh shi-" That last one is an aspect of why I like Marcille and Mithrun’s potential dynamic lol. She’s very… Emotionally intelligent alongside being impulsive. You think you have no feelings because the world has beaten them out of you? Think again!! Marcille be upon ye! -In a therapy sort of way but mostly in a connecting with people and your own self through interpersonal relationships and talking kinda way. I just think a lively, upbeat, annoying friend way too interested in your personal life would do him good, the canaries are nice but like if Marcille went to prison and was a sort of extra new bunkmate I think that’d be interesting and fun to read is what I’m saying

Unlike Kabru she wants all the useless messy filler of his backstory, eating chips while listening. Like two chibi sets side by side, "me and my fellow canaries, name name and name-" "Hold on that’s too much info we have to compact this" vs "Then we were to sleep on the third floor of the dungeon, which had the look of a mausoleum, and name and name got into a fight over the campfire placement." while Marcille is like uh-huh what next what next while kicking her feet. She thinks of pre-dungeon pompous Mithrun and is like omg you went through a character arc and became better as a person- and then he opens his mouth and she’s like nevermind let’s keep working on that. She would also go "ew ur hair is greasy" and give him a full hair care treatment. What I’m saying is I need them to be forced to spend time in a dungeon together and become besties through a life or death roadtrip

Marcille is insecure about her ears, long, like an elf’s pride should be, but rounder, inelegant. Seeing Mithrun though, the epitome of beauty, with his half-cut ears make it a sillier thought. Not sure if Mithrun is the best person to reconnect with ur elven culture with but it sure is an option Marcille would so appreciate being around someone both cool headed and kind, I genuinely think they’d get along, like not that Senshi isn’t that too most of the time but I think Mithrun would be in a way that’s more refreshing to her. I’d be so curious about them discussing Dalclan, I doubt he’d have read it but she could make him read it, maybe post-canon with the excuse that they’re trying to find him a new hobby hah. He’d tear into the writing and everything but it’d be a fun time, I like to think that it’d make him a bit less prejudiced. Marcille @ Mithrun "👉👈 Soo maybe you don’t know these books they’re pretty recent having come out 50 years ago but…"

I’ve been in a Mithrun phase I want to make and read Mithrun-centric fics and angst so baaad. I razz him a lot here but he’s literally a traumatized military man that became obsessed with revenge due to bad coping and neglects himself in the process idk not much for him going on and some of it is because he has to work on himself, but hey no one’s perfect it all comes from a place of love and relating though I prommy. He’s the one ungodly angsty squeaky toy blorbo with brain damage rep I have don’t take him from me

[creepy-friday]

Ok ok hear me out 👀

What if, instead of fem! Proxy, we got a fem! Human maid 👀👀👀

Like the Slenderman chose her to take care of the mansions needs such as: cleanliness, general functioning (like electrical management, house repair, etc...), food management, etc...

But she isn't a demon nor proxy, but a human dragged into this life (The Operator is a cruel silly guy)

The Proxies have to watch over her so other residents don't mess with her, and also so she doesn't run away.

THE POWER DYNAMIC WOULD BE THROUGH THE ROOF 😭

YOU'RE BACK<3 this prompt is interesting ngl👀👀 I included more characters for the spice

Creepypasta x Maid!Reader

Characters Included: Proxy focused

Warnings: suggestive/NSFW themes,non-con/dub-con mentions,violence,misogyny,drugs and mental illness references

The difference between the power dynamics between you and the other residents are catastrophically huge

Once Slenderman took you in,he made sure that you understand what your role is from the start.It was a cruel time for him to make the decision to bring an innocent human in a manor full of deranged people,but in his mind he took the right decision

The first sick people who viewed you as a fuck toy would be Masky and Jeff

Since you're in the care of proxies,you are somwhat lucky,the others would mostly keep their hands to themselves

Maybe except Ben who has no restrictions by being a literal ghost,so I can totally see him messing with you for a while

The fact that you are a maid might give the others the opportunity to discover a new kink btw

Masky would slap your ass as you clean the windows "good job,get that body moving"

He's a whiny little bitch.He would scream at you if you missed a spot,if you were late to cook dinner by a minute or if he simply needs your assistance with whatever bullshit he makes up

He even called you to prepare him a bath and harassed you in the bathroom,even threating to drown you for his sick entertainment

The way you look up to him makes his dick hard,he doesn't care if the others find gross that he gets off on the power imbalance,he feels good about it

The only good thing he does is not letting the others fuck with you it doesn't apply to Hoodie

Sure,he might threaten to punish you by letting Jeff has his way with you,but we all know his pride won't let him to let you get fucked by another man yeah,once more,it doesn't apply to Hoodie

Right after a bloody mission he would bring you to his room and make you suck him off "How's it feel to have the dirty work done?Right where you belong"

Washing the blood off of their clothes it's a nightmare.Sometimes,the white masked man would try to scare you by saying all the messed up things he did to get them this red

Toby was happy he can look after a girl ngl.After seeing how scared and lost you are,he decided to make himself your safe space

But even then,he saw you as an opportunity to break himself into,it was a selfish tought,but he really craved to be your "knight in shining armor"

He actually started to stand his ground whenever Masky would start to harass him in front of you,and even if he would get beat up and would shame retreat in his shell for a few days,this boy doesn't give up

I can see him letting you escape in the forest if you pull the right strings,but the fear of what Slenderman would do to both yourself and him made Toby to get you back crying

INSTEAD,he goes on walks with you in the forest whenever you are free,just to give you that false sense of freedom

Even if it's just your job to clean,cook and do household chores,he views them as more intimate and might get romantic feelings towards you he has no self respect

Hoodie would play a lot of mind games with you,sometimes he would make you think he's your ally,sometimes he would give the impression that he's just another wolf from the hungry pack

He actually let you run free in the forest for a few minutes and waited for you to get your hopes up until he would show up from behind and get you back

"Gothca" he said,tackling you to the ground as one of his hands rested on your waist and the other one on the back of your head "let's get you back,shall we?awwwh,don't cry now,you know I wouldn't hurt you!Now I can't say the same about the others if they knew you got this far..so let's keep this between the two of us,what do ya' say?"

The son of a bitch would also blackmail you into having sex with him so that he can "protect you" or so that "he wouldn't snitch about your plans of running away"

Even if your plans would be top tier,he would know about them and would make sure to tear them down as slow as the light in your eyes fade away

If you're feisty he wouldn't feel the need to fight with you,but would rather keep him interested into bringing you down

But if you're on the docile side he would still take it as a challenge to himself,to see in how much time he can make you his loyal puppy

The manor is huge,four floors with large windows where a lot of dust piles up,especially on the inhibited last floor where The Operator works

I can see Masky making you work naked at a busy hour of the day, just for his fucked up entertainment,throwing some nasty comments while burning cigarette buts on your soft skin

EJ would watch from a distance,mercy and guilt piling up in his chest.Altough he doesn't see you as prey,he would certainly think of you as a safe resort to call when his heats/bloodlust appears

Jane would nod her head and advert her eyes,often even asking you if you're okay,just trying to make you feel..a little cared for

Natalie would argue a lot about you with Masky,but after all she's just a resident and Tim is still a proxy at the end of the day.She can't do anything about it.

All in all,your life in the mansion would be assured to be a long one,and depending on your behaviour you can make it a less traumatizing pressuring experience

[tenko-thinks]

Okay okay now the pregnancy prompt with the Hantengu clones please? 🍿👀

(Would Urogi's result in an egg 🤔 Bonus if Urogi's has wings too and starts flying after like two months or something lol)

MAMA ( NON GENDERED ) THE POPCORN PLEASE. These will be shorter bc there's four mfs on this post

The Hantengu clones with a pregnant s/o + Fathering hcs

Cws : pregnancy, labor and childbirth ( nondescript ) , karaku is . Like that , sekido has like some implied toxic behavior but what do u want from me

Sekido

Pregnancy with sekido... Godspeed ladies and others with the ability to get knocked up.

He notices the change in your demeanor almost immediately. You avoiding him and being skittish.

Of course it pisses him off, figuring you're hiding something from him. He'll grab you by the arm and yell "out with it! There's no way a mortal like you would be stupid enough to cheat right!?"

And when you say you're pregnant he thinks he might be wrong on that assumption until you tell him without a doubt that it's his. Then he's just... Stumped? Doesn't know how to process that information.

During the duration of the pregnancy he's skeptical. And keeps tabs on you constantly. The idea of a demon siring is so unheard of it's only natural that he'd worry about loyalty.

God awful when it comes to handling hormones and mood swings. He doesn't know how to soothe you and ends up frustrated with himself which leads to an explosion on the other clones. Never you. He knows stress could kill the child, after all. He's not daft.

Even if he grumbles, sekido is very willing and happy to massage your ankles and any other soreness from your body.

When labor comes knocking? Sekido is snapping at the other three constantly as they flounder around uselessly. Flailing with the midwife watching them like a group of crazy people.

It's too silent comparatively when you're screaming in agony and all he can do is hold your hand while Urogi and Karaku offer platitudes he can't.

A daughter. Small and so so frail compared to her father. Resting in his arms as you recover from the task of birth.

Sekido has never claimed to be a perfect man. And he will never claim to be a perfect father.

He snaps at the little girl often . And will often apologize by offering her gifts. Words have never been his strong suit.

He gets worse as she ages. Not towards her , but the idea of her getting older. Relying on him less.

Protective and stern dad. No boyfriends.

Karaku

"How much sex have you been having without me??"

Punch him in the mouth first of all. But he's a tease through and through. Especially if you're a monogamous sort.

He "accuses" you of cheating despite knowing well and good you almost certainly haven't. Especially when he hardly lets you leave your home. He just likes getting you defensive and huffy!!

He's honestly pretty surprised though! Demons aren't supposed to have kids! Boy is your womb built different!

Karaku pouts when your hormones make you anything else other than horny. It's the one he's best suited to handling!! And you're just gonna be a bitch because your brain chemicals are off kilter? Weak.

Despite being a brat he's actually rather attentive. Being a creature of pleasure, Karaku is the most adjusted to being around humans and interacting with them. So he knows how to placate you!

Likes to tease about silly cravings you have though. So long as he thinks you can handle it.

Labor? Karaku has left the building in order to scream into the wilderness give him 10 minutes. He wants to not overwhelm you while you're busy pushing something out of you.

When he returns he's ignoring sekido's glower in favor of returning to your side and helping you through the process.

And as his son is born all he can think about is how gorgeous you are. All exhausted. But so much stronger than so many slayers hes faced! He thinks at least.

Kara is a fun dad kind of guy. One who prioritizes play over discipline or academics. So those will fall to you for the most part. He's not incapable. Just... annoying?

You have come home to Karaku lodged in a half broken wall because he thought it a good idea to hand a three year old his uchiwa.

You know that meme of the mom scolding the kid , the dad stepping in and proceeding to get scolded? Yeah that's karaku.

Aizetsu

"It's sad, knowing you're lying to me."

Is his dead ass reaction, and bro just straight up starts to walk away. You have to grab him and insist several times you went to the doctor and confirmed it!! You even have the doctor's note!

Aizetsu still doesn't believe it until you start to show symptoms. Only then does he stop sulking about your cruel prank on him.

Holds your hair back as you suffer from morning sickness. What a champ. Even if he's grossed out.

He's the most attentive and empathetic of the clones!! The best at giving words of affirmation when you're crying over silly things. Or when he tells you he won't let you eat rocks.

Sometimes if you're lucky you can catch a glimpse of a smile when he's looking at your bump growing. He likes having his hand there. Assuring himself that it's real and not some dream.

Aizetsu speaks to your stomach often, telling your child about his day and asking questions. He has full on conversations with them!

To be honest... labor? Aizetsu will probably black out and/or faint throughout the entire process. Coming to when Karaku is shaking him about how cute his new daughter is.

And he nearly ( does ) break down at the revelation that he has a little girl.

When he holds her for the first time he whispers to her how he'll never let her suffer or even know sorrow. While you're unconscious.

He stays true to his word as well. Whenever his daughter fusses he's there in an instant. Calming her. Feeding her. Whatever it is she needs. You wake up quite often to the sight of Aizetsu cradling her against his chest while waiting for you to wake up.

She becomes a spoiled princess because of it. But he wouldn't have her any other way. After all, he wants her happy.

Urogi

At first, Urogi is perplexed. Head cocked n all.

Now, to have eggs would insinuate having a cloaca and being fertilized. And I'm assuming you to be human.

So really it's more awe in how you are able to carry his children in the first place.

But he's ecstatic! Beyond excited!

Of course he'll have to ask around for advice but he's doing the best he can!! Running errands for you, making sure you're comfortable, etc

His method of dealing with your hormones is to try and make you laugh. In any way he can. Jokes. Silly faces. Shock. So long as he can get you laughing!

Instinctively he makes a nest out of all of your blankets , pillows and towels. A place for you and his chicks to be safe! And warm!! Incubated!!

Insists that you birth in the nest! It's the best for the babies. Is what his instincts are telling him.

He wants to touch your bump, but with his talons he settles instead on resting his head on it. Listening for any movement and smiling in awe at how they move around.

Urogi handles labor surprisingly well. He's territorial of course, so the other three aren't allowed in. Only you, him and a midwife.

He cheers you on the entire time. Offering his arms to squeeze as to not harm you with talons. He'd much rather you not bleed out in the nest while giving birth. Especially because you got a vein with his claws.

Yet he hears two little cries. Apparently the first had been silent until her little sister had also escaped you.

And the first thing he noticed were the beautiful downy wings on their backs. Only paired with talon like feet. Much more human hands. Unlike his own.

He watched you hold them. Listening to the chittering chirping noises they made.

Oh what a day to be the clone of joy!

And he continues to think that when his two little girls are attempting ( in vain ) to flutter after him. Wings still far too downy to do any proper flying.

Preens them incessantly!! Hair and wings !! And he's elated to watch you do the same. Caring for them the same way he taught you to care for his!!

When the day they begin to fly at the age of three? He knows what anxiety is. Watching them clumsily flutter about like a hawk, and saving them any time they begin to falter.

It makes you laugh, how nervous he gets about something that used to absolutely drive him wild with excitement when they were born.

[deafsignifcantother]

you're gonna need somebody on your bond

♥ summary: inspired by @doliacuddles's tomie fic here, as well as another fic relating to a s/o tomie-related but i read that months ago and have no idea where it could be. - basically this about Alastor being like "you're only here because you taste good" and reader is like "okay then stop being nice to me because it's weird that you're not craved like the other men so get off my back bruh" ♥ helpful lore: reader is a demon with the abilities combined of tomie and the 'hosts' from the vita carnis series. ♥ relationship: alastor x female deaf reader ♥ word count: 3k ♥ notes: femme fatale, i'm not mentally okay, alastor doesn't know sign language, she talks though. + there's light gore in these because I'm silly goofy so my bad guys!

His claws find their way into your hips. Drawing blood as usual, he stares into your eyes, testing your regard, neither of you breaking eye contact.

He's been drawn to you since the second he saw you, which hasn't surprised you in the slightest. What was a surprise was how non-sexual the draw was and how classy he had formerly been. Now he settles on trying to scare you; his heart races at the idea of you fearing him. But you never do. You just give him a cocky smile, running your tongue over your teeth as if you're mocking his attempts. It only makes him want to tear you apart.

He pulls you closer to him, dragging his nails across your skin, blood staining your red dress. His eyes glow despite the darkness of the alleyway. He had been planning on killing you, but somehow, the amusement of your neutral reactions is saving your life. He's fighting his urge to devour you by devoting his time to scaring you. No matter how many cuts he makes to your skin, how many times he's dug his teeth into your neck after sneaking up behind you, you never scream, never give him a proper reaction. Sometimes, you caress the side of his head, petting him like an animal.

His mouth opens, and your face grows a smile. His breath is hot on your face, tongue dripping with lust as it makes its way to your neck, licking up your tendon, leaving a trail of hot saliva. Instead of pulling away, you tilt your head to give him more access. It disgusts him. His body language and his thoughts offer two different stories.

He leans back, moving one of his hands to grab your mouth, pushing his claws in so deep that you can feel the sharpness against your gums. He whispers something you can't understand before the stinging of his impaling becomes unbearable. Your eyes water instinctually.

Oh, my little girl. He had said.

He shakes your head back and forth, wedging his way into your mouth, nails caressing your tongue.

With a strength only he possesses, and in one quick pull, he rips your jaw off.

:3

With your regenerated jaw, you sigh, rub it, and look over at the baby-like version of yourself growing from the detached part of you. Its eyes are angry, and it grinds its teeth and growls. The small, pointed, undeveloped teeth show off as if they're any sort of threat.

There is no off-switch to the abilities Hell had gifted you. Even since you first fell down, demonic men would lick their lips and lunge at you. You've gotten accustomed to the feeling of teeth ripping you apart, and admittedly, sometimes, it excites you. This Mrs. Potato Head magic you're stuck with has pros and cons. One of the pros, and your favorite pro, is having the infamous Radio Demon at your every beck and call.

So, in his room, you watch him devour the early-birthed head. Brain matter fell from his lips, mixing with blood and whatever fluid was lodged behind your eyeballs. It's eyeballs, not yours. The stomach-turning sight of him ripping the flesh straight off its face, the layer coming off like the skin of a chicken's breast. Degloves, the sight of the red and orange meat around your skull makes you squint.

You look away.

The tension between you and the sounds you can only imagine is unbearable. Sometimes, you're grateful you're deaf. You don't fear Alastor, not entirely, but that doesn't mean you can't be disgusted by his bestial traits. Watching him eat you is not the most attractive sight. A bit of an ick if you do say so yourself.

He licks away the remains of your runny, sticky tissue until there's nothing but the pure skull. His long, slimy tongue had licked up the rest of your brain from where he cracked it open.

He is prepared to rip you apart and devour your creations once again. He approaches, practically on all fours, his shadow corrupting your seated form. You look so good on his floor. He could pounce, dig his nails into you like he loves doing, or maybe he can impale you with his sharp antlers.

But all he does is give you shivers as he pets your silky hair, and when you expect him to yank on it, he puts his face into it and sniffs. Your spine straightens. Dirty man.

You turn, staring at his bloody face, his sharp eyes, and his tight smile. He is so handsome like this. The swoops of his hair and the shoulder pads on his coat give him a unique figure; everything about him is exceptional. When you reach out to him, hand heading towards his face, he leans back and eyes you. Your hands don't hold claws like most demons; they're surprisingly gentle for a woman tainted with morbid curiosity. Your feminine charm is a part of his interest. The blood on his face goes from endearing to annoying when he doesn't let you wipe it off. Seriously, you wish to sign, come here. Though he'd never understand a word you'd say.

Testing his apprehensiveness towards you, you stretch your arm out anyway and rub the blood from the corner of his mouth. He again leans away from your touch, bending his head to the side, his smile turning into a snarl.

He can eat you alive, but you're not allowed to touch his cheek? Ridiculous. You match his snarl, animalistic vocabulary through two demons' language barrier. He uses his trigger fingers to grab your wrist, not breaking eye contact.

Your perception of Alastor is inconsistent. Will he bite your hand off or kiss your knuckles? Will he rip your throat out or lick it gently? You can never tell. His intentions are quite versatile.

This time, he just lets you go, patting your head before standing. He extends a bloody hand to help you up.

The empty skull behind him is disregarded but will soon be another treasure he'll place on his shelves next to the other ones he's gotten a taste of. Oh, how addicting your flavors are. And you're so willing to let him debase the creations your body births. He loves your snarls too, the way you copy his facial expressions.

His hand caressing your cheek reeks of sincerity. You stand shorter than him, bodies never close enough to touch but close enough to reach. If Vegas had odds on it, you'd step closer, and he'd be okay with it.

Out of fascination, of course. Nothing else.

He laughs and you step back. You've been comfortable with the blood and remains, obviously, but the rancid scent of your remains on his breath is the worst part of knowing him.

:3

Husk opens another bottle for you with his claw, eyes facing the floor to Alastor's command. Your position in the hotel is a unique one. You're another 'staff' member brought by Alastor, as he's convinced Charlie that you'll be more than able to get people into the hotel. This is true, as a lot of men have come in, some getting disemboweled by Alastor the moment they try and touch you. But some of them are less attentive to you after a while.

Here's the formula, you hand out fliers, wink, and head back to the hotel. Then, men will appear at the doors for days (or all coming at once within a few hours). You caress their cheek and tell them you'll be all theirs if they follow Charlie's plan. That's when Alastor locks you in his room. He's discovered through this process that your spell will go away with a lack of contact. Three days, to be exact. The men will follow your single command, granting Charlie willing participation and fulfilling Alastor's help for the hotel. Pentious was a harder participant, especially considering he couldn't kill him for his attempts, but those went away with everybody else's. In his room, you get your own vanity, one placed so you can watch the fireplace and have a small view of the door. Homey, not the worst place to be locked inside.

This is one of the few chances you can be out and about without Alastor directly standing behind you. Husk hands you the bottle.

"Thank you," you grab it and, instinctively, brush your fingers against him. He mumbles a response before mentally facepalming.

You put the bottle to your lips and try to hide a smile, but your eyes never leave Husk, teasing him to meet your gaze. Come on, you little kitty cat, entertain me.

He's not an idiot. Between knowing your tricks and following Alastor's orders, there's no chance he will amuse you.

Angel sits beside you with a drink already in his hand, always utterly unfazed by your abilities, and toasts you. His mouth holds a lopsided smile, and his eyes stare unread. You clink your drink against his. Staring into his eyes is relieving; there's no threat, not one you're used to.

Quickly, you realize why he had stepped over. Alastor forms behind him, obviously having followed, and he stares at you while addressing Husk. His lips are impossible to read with that smile.

"Don't mind her, Husker," his voice deepens, heavy with static. "She's always chasing the knife."

"Yeah," he looks Alastor up and down, "I can tell."

Alastor barks out a laugh before passing by Angel, leaving a vast distance, grabbing your wrists, and forcing you to your feet. This is why he doesn't like letting you roam without him. You don't behave. What could he have done if Husk fell for your charm? Kill him? No, no, that's only for the useless. Nobody in the hotel would want to deal with an unstable alcoholic in heat. Have you lost your mind?

You're lucky you're so delicious.

Alastor grabs the bottle from your hand, eyeing it, tapping it a bit before tossing it over his shoulder. It travels a distance and shatters against a wall. With a sarcastic wave of a finger, his other hand grabs your hips (his favorite place) and forces you to follow him back to his room. With how he touches you, one would think you're his best friend. Your relationship is admired by those who knew you least. However, Nifty notices that he holds you similarly to Rosie and smiles at you the same way he does at Nifty. Still, Husk recognizes the dreadful deadlock no matter how kind it may seem. And though your presence makes him uncomfortable, Husk will never turn you down when you approach the bar. Mainly because there was once an instant where you weren't trying to ruin his week with your mental prowling. You brought him a gift. It was from before you were tethered permanently to the hotel, back when Alastor brought you in to show you around. In the days when you could go in and out, you brought Husk some expensive Lucky Larger he hadn't seen since he was alive. You were the one that adverted your gaze. As much as a mosquito-like woman you've ended up being within an ample amount of months, there was still a semblance of a kind woman. You drank it together, and your shell cracked open like an egg. When you spoke to him, you had the voice of a teenage girl permanently stuck in the past. He could not respond in a way you'd understand, but he lent you an ear anyway. The drunker you get, the smaller your voice becomes, and the more watery your eyes get, but the moment Alastor comes by, your voice turns into a loud, cocky laugh, and you hold a snarl at Husk. He got it. He understood.

So when Alastor throws the bottle over his shoulder and leads you to his room, Husk takes notice of the slight stumble of your feet.

"Oh boy," he turns his attention to Angel. "This'll be good."

Alastor doesn't miss your uneven steps, either.

You grumble, "I wasn't doing anything."

He lightly shakes his head, a motion unnoticed by you. The words he'd say if you could hear them.

His gloved hand remains on your side, and his heeled boots match steps with your shorter stride. You place your hand over his, securing his grip on your waist, your blood-colored nails fading with the shade of his coat. He gathers the strength not to pull away. Your hands are warm, as warm as the arteries stringing your body together; he wants to cut you open and bury himself inside you. His grip on your waist tightens, but when you try and draw back, he interlocks your fingers and places them back. I'm just making sure you don't fall, he convinces himself; you're stumbling like a calf.

His other hand sports his microphone, using it as a cane.

"Alastor," you say his name with a velvety tone. Thank God you can't hear the glitching tones the speaker just let out. Whatever you were going to say never left your lips. He removes his hand, slipping away from you, and opens his bedroom door. You enter, and he follows, closing the door, the most routine part of your days, much grander than the standard living 9-5.

His hand lingers on the door, where you imagine a soft clicking of the lock; he keeps his eyes on you as he does.

He approaches you in a few straightforward strides, placing both hands on your cheeks, the ends of his nails softly scratching at your atlas. The fireplace ignites, the lights dim, and his hands slide closer to the back of your head. Your hair brushes from your face.

You love these little (and a tad bit sensual, but he would never describe them that way) staring contests.

His teeth part. "What a lovely thing you are."

You close your eyes, preparing for a bite. But when it doesn't come, you peak.

There's no change in his expression, but he's laughing through his teeth. Alastor is not good at affection; he's mostly known for just allowing people he likes to give it to him. But when you don't initiate, he finds himself taking the lead. That's why he grips your hair and tilts your head back, looking at your eyes as your lids drop with the angle. Your brows even furrow, a genuine smirk growing on your lips. Oh, that's interesting.

Your closed lips part as your jaw relaxes. He tilts your head more, leaning over you, his neck bent to overwhelm your form. The ridges of your esophagus lead to perked tendons and high collarbones. Your head flutters strangely. Are you struggling? Your hands even lift to touch his elbows.

"That hurts," you say. That hurts? He's clawed you, split you in half, swallowed your eyes and chewed your fingers off, but this is what makes you complain?

He speaks. "You're so strange."

You just stare at him.

He continues. "You prance around as if you have all the power in the world but you melt at any caress. What does that make you?"

Would you do that to any other man?

You just blink, your expression filled with discomfort, and he lets you go. Alastor even takes a respectful step back. With a shifted attitude, his eyes squint, and his smile closes to be a joyful line on his face.

When your mouth opens again to speak, he raises a finger to shush you. He gestures to the wall with his head, his hair bouncing, and his ears following suit before his outline dissipates into traveling shadows. How will you act if you didn't know he was watching?

Your face drops. You definitely got Husk in trouble.

Don't feel bad, you remind yourself, just think about what he could do if he had looked into your eyes.

Alastor protects you from that.

While you're not too positive that Alastor would be keen on you roaming through his stuff, this room might as well be yours, too, so you run your fingers across the books on his shelves. Your buzzed state gives you lenience to his rules (in your eyes). Does he even read these? The only time you've seen him here is late at night when he lights the fireplace or during the times when he feeds. There's an outlier in the books, and when you look closer, you realize it's more of a thick folder. After glancing behind you, you test your luck and pick it off the shelf. It truly is a folder. It's filled with sheet music, once blank bars filled with hand-written notes and braces. When did he have the time to write these? A lot of the circles aren't filled all the way, and many of the dots are just black pits. Rushed? Does he write these with passion?

You flip through the papers, just glancing over his writing before a doodle on the edge of a page catches your attention. You almost miss it; it's on the far left side, hidden by the pages on top of it. The folder finds its place on his bedside table, open to the same spot, and you take the sheet out to look closer.

It's you.

It's a doodle but recognizable. The lines have been sketched many times as if he took the time to work on them. You have a neutral expression, a 3/4th view with your eyes locked on the perspective. It's not the drawing that captivates you; many people have attempted drawing you before, but it's how simple it is. There are no twisted expressions, no figures ripping themselves through your face, or your body ripping in half.

You glance behind you again, almost expecting him there. Being alone is more sentimental; his absence is relieving. When you look back down, you will see a wet patch. You touch your cheeks. Tears. Are you crying? That's embarrassing.

You tuck the page back and close the folder. Any possible further drawings are unseen; you're going to avoid seeking them out; this one is satisfying enough. The second you put it back on the shelf, your self-control loosens, and you stumble back, knees wobbling, and sluggishly fall to the floor. Laughter escapes you. Why are you laughing? No matter, your throat keeps releasing laughs, loud and uncontrolled. What a disgusting man.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Uhh i request you

<-forgot everything about creepypasta after stopping reading fanfics

Uhhhhhhh

Um

...slenderman uhhhhm meeting reader who is the same.. species? Found family????? Reader being chipper and welcoming?? Artistic and calming?? Basically um. I dunno. They also live in the woods and collect poor souls, helping them cope and detach from this world??????

I am.. stoopid.

Slenderman x slender-person!artistic!reader ! (found family)

dusts out my slenderman hcs as well as my au ideas on him aheehee ahoo speed running this since i just put my first round of macarons into the oven and im too impatient to wait until theyre done baking for me to write this NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT

okay but im getting this idea out of the way before i forget. imagine the reader, instead of doing paintings and stuff for the "artist" thing they make little structures and statues and stuff and have them around in your area. of course theyre all made with forest material; mud, sticks, pinecones, ect ect i dont know, i just love the nature aesthetic with this idea and rrrraaaaaAAAAH

for some reason or another, you make your home in the same woods THE slenderman lives in; or perhaps it was the otherway around? regardless, it doesnt take long for you to become aware of one another....

okay but how funny would it be if you guys bonded over your annoyances over people collecting your stuff. people taking his pages, and people taking your art projects (at least the ones that are portable). like!

though i cannot think of any lore reasons for slendermans pages in my au.... i will one day i promise, i feel like thats too much of an iconic thing to just cut out

it DOES take a long while for slenderman to get used to you, much less foster a friendship with you... but a family bond? i mean yeah sure, hes very reclusive... but thats not just with humans. he doesnt like interacting with other creatures, either

pats your shoulder

my moot

my dear moot, allow me to go on a tangent about my take on slenderman

basic summary is that he and all other demon/most nonhuman creepypasta characters were made by zalgo in my funky au; basically to bring disorder and that kind of shit. but like in a "this is just a part of this universe's nature" way. thus making slenderman himself in my take the be a simple fact of life... thinks.. and he resents his own existence, i think. i mean how cruel is it that he was made to cause issues, in fact he cant live without it (eats people) but he was granted the ability to be able to grasp the complexity of morals and emotion. like thats fucked

i love it

anyways, theres that and him just naturally being reclusive! hell even his supposed "brothers" (splendor and trender, i refuse to touch the third one) hes still.. distant

basically what i mean to say is that you guys probably arent going to be.. outwardly close... if that makes sense. like hes not going to be very affectionate; so dont expect many familial... things... and its not often that he would seek conversation out... though

as i write that, if i recall correctly i did give him the vague craving of connection, and while i usually save that for traditional x reader stuff, i think this would still apply to found family stuff! so actually, i think he WOULD eventually start seeking your company out, just for the fact of having someone else to talk to who doesnt resent his existence the same way he resents his own

sits

given my silly hc i do think he would have some understanding with your relationship with humans/lost souls. would he do it himself? i think it really depends on the situation... like if hes not actively hunting he usually just drives people out of the woods, no sense in wasting.... things... you know?

sits

im all jumbled all over the place my apolocheese im just excited to write for slenderman again

will get annoyed if you snatch away his "meal" since AGAIN, he was cursed to feed on people . like he understands why you did it, and he has mixed feelings around eating human (like not in a "im distressed and i hate it" way more so "its not totally desirable but i cant survive without doing this" way)

sits

i think

im gonna toy around with my slenderman hcs... this ended up being more of a hc dump than a x reader, my apologies

its also that as im typing this i realize how similar my takes on eyeless jack and slenderman are... which is funny because they live in the same woods in my au but they fucking HATE each other

territorial stuff you know

[alexsoenomel]

Bloody Creature Poster Girl (Dean Winchester x Reader smut)

Summary: You are a special kind of demon and one day you ran into The Winchesters, not knowing you would end up in the sheets of the older brother Dean

Pairing: Dean x Succubus!Reader

Warnings: just mentions of murder, abuse, pedophiles, rapists and murderers (not too graphic)  AND then at the end sexy times with Dean and by sexy times I mean oral (female receiving)  

Word count: 5441

Note: Lost Girl is one of my comfort shows, so I decided to combine the elements from the show and write this (it’s an old one) Also the tittle is a name of the song by one of my favorite bands In This Moment . Listen to the song HERE Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

YOUR POV

Ever since I killed my boyfriend 5 years ago I’ve been on the road; occasionally skipping town, crashing in rusty motel rooms and eating junk food. I was wanted for a murder I didn’t mean to commit. That sounds silly but it was true. I was 17 and in love, he was my first. We decided to go and watch the stars one night but we all know what that meant. I ended up losing my virginity to him and finally killing him. I didn’t know how I did it though. While I was on top of him I suddenly had a strange urge, I got hungry....I ignored it until it was gone...and he was dead. I will remember his face forever, pale as snow with a huge creepy smile on his face. I ran back home as fast as I could, I was terrified I didn’t know what to do or say but when cops came to my house and my mum let them in I knew what I needed to do...run.  I got some clean clothes in a bag and all of my saved up money I had at the moment, my car keys and disappeared through the window of my room; not leaving a message for my mum, without a goodbye. It was killing me to know she was probably worried sick but I couldn’t go back, I will bring her only trouble. After that it took me a couple of days to find out how my boyfriend actually died, when the hunger came back. Apparently for whatever reason I craved sexual energy, I was hungry for it. That was when I realized I wasn’t exactly 100% human; hell I wasn’t human at all. Someone found me while I was hiding, a woman, she was exactly like me. Her name was Jane and she was my mother. I didn’t believe her at first at all, I didn’t believe anyone at that time but when she told me I have a birth mark near my bellybutton  and how I was allergic to strawberries...oh I fucking believed her. She said she heard about Kyle in the papers and that’s how she managed to track me. Then she told me a story how falling in love with a wrong guy brought her demise. The guy, my dad was like us, but much stronger and violent. One day he reached his breaking point when my mum was feeding on a guy who was a registered sex offender. He got so jealous and tried to kill her and me. Apparently, it was his way of keeping us “close” to his heart forever. My mother barely made it out alive. She decided it was too dangerous for me to be in her care, because he was after her and wasn’t going to stop, so she left me on the porch of a woman I have known as mother since birth.

“What happened to dad?”

She told me she managed to cover her tracks for a while... “He thinks I’m in Miami on vacation.”

She finally told me what I have wanted to know since I killed Kyle - what I am.

“A succubus.” She said with a smile.

“A what?” 

“A succubus, a demon that feeds on sexual energy of humans...and other beings.” 

That hit me like a damn baseball bat. Me? A demon? IMPOSSIBLE. I have always thought that was stuff of fairytales, demons, angels and all...I was wrong?

“Why aren’t we in hell then?”

She smiled before answering the question. She had the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen. “We are not that kind of demons, darling. We roam free. Once we hit puberty our powers emerge, before that we’re just like humans. Real demons have their powers and abilities since birth.”

It finally made sense, everything. I finally knew who I was. But at the same time I had a lot of questions. How do I control my hunger? How do I not kill everyone in my path when I’m hungry? Kyle wasn’t the only one; I have left quite a blood trail before meeting my real mum. I couldn’t help it. It was like a primal urge to me; men or women...I didn’t care, when I was hungry I couldn’t stop myself. That was where mum came and saved the day. For the next two years I’ve been learning about my abilities and everything that came with being a succubus. She had rules. She was organized, meticulous and fucking amazing to say at least.

Rule number 1: DO NOT KILL INNOCENT PEOPLE.

“Your dad and I would feed on serial killers, rapists and pedophiles, you know, before he went crazy.”

She told me to hunt bad people for food. In every town in this damn country there ware bad people, you just had to find them.

Rule number 2: If you want to get food, use your seductive touch whenever it’s necessary.

I knew I was capable of doing that, that’s how I managed to survive while I was on the run; robbing stores with elegance and not paying for motel rooms. How? I just had to touch someone and seductively tell them what I want and boom. They would go under some sort of a trance. They were “in love” with me until the touch wears off.

Rule number 3: Never let the police know you exist, never leave a trail or something they could use to track you.

Rule number 4: If you get hurt in any way, feed, but don’t go all the way if you don’t want to kill the guy or the girl…unless it’s someone bad of course.

“And if you want to feed on a serial killer or a rapist by all means necessary do it, but...know they are usually creepy and freaking ugly.”

“Seriously?” I asked a little surprised. I did not know about the healing part. If I get hurt or sick I would usually just do whatever a normal human does…silly.  

“What? That’s how we heal (Y/N).”

Rule number 5: Beware of the hunters.

“There are people who go out of their way and kill creatures like you and I. BE CAREFUL! Especially if you come across Sam and Dean Winchester, run.”

“But they are only humans, mum. What they can possibly do?”

“Trust me on Sam and Dean, (Y/N). They have done things you can’t even imagine. They are extremely dangerous.”

And then she proceeded to tell me how they killed Death itself, made ACTUAL  ANGELS fall from the sky and killed demons like it was child’s splay, so I got the memo.  

Those 5 rules helped her get by while running and hiding all these years. She then showed me how to control my hunger.

“You have to remember you’re not an animal, the hunger doesn’t control you; you control the hunger. So if you don’t want to kill the person that’s underneath or on top of you, start slow.”

It was easier said than done but with a little practice I managed to do it plus mum gave me some sort of syrup her friend doctor made to control the hunger. It worked. I also found out that if I wanted to feed I could just kiss the person which was a lot more practical if you ask me.

Everything seemed to be in the right place. I was happy travelling around the country with my mum, seeing places I have always wanted to see, doing what I wanted...until he found us. My dad found us. We didn’t know how, but he did and he ruined everything. He ruined my one chance in happiness. He was stronger than both of us. He came armed with a knife and I didn’t see it. He stabbed her right in the stomach, killing her slowly. Before she took her last breath she told me to run. I didn’t want to leave her, she made me. When I was holding her she touched my hand and made me do it. I don’t know how she did it, but she showed me how much she cared and loved me. This was pure motherly love. Through tears and anger I told her I loved her...and ran before he got a chance to hurt me. I’ve never seen that man ever again.

 ****

        This brings us to now. Currently I’m in Lebanon, Kansas searching for my next meal. So far I have fed on one pedophile and two rapists in Kansas and Peter Scully was next on the menu. He was a serial killer that no one knew about. The police knew someone was out there killing innocent women for shits and giggles but they didn’t know who was doing it. Luckily I was faster than police and managed to identify the bad guy. I only managed to do that because he, in fact was a freaking policeman and I got lucky. When I charmed him with my touch hoping to tell me all about the case, he spilled the truth. He told me he needed to drink the girl’s blood because it makes his skin look healthier.... For a human, this dude was disgusting.

The plan was when he finished work at around 7pm to follow him to his house and suck him dry. That was exactly what I did. He wasn’t married didn’t have any children so this was an easy meal. I broke in with ease into his house and went to his living room. The bastard was packing to go on a hunt. I snuck behind his back and touched his shoulder.

“Hi, handsome.” I said as he turned around to face me. “Long time no see?”

“Hi! What-what are you doing here love?” He asked while looking at me like I was a goddess with a huge smile on his face. I loved the fact I could make anyone fall in love with me if I wanted to.

“Oh you know just stopped by to see you.” My hands were slowly going lower and lower towards him junk as he bit his lip not knowing what’s coming next. He probably thought I was going to sleep with him...oh,  honey. “I remembered something.”

“And what’s that?” He asked. God his face made me want to vomit. He was in his 30’s and he looked like he still lived in his mum’s basement. Dirty brown hair, big glasses and teeth so yellow and crocked you would think it was corn. But he was a bad guy and I was hungry...

“I forgot to give a goodbye kiss back at the police station.” I said and kissed him. My tongue DID NOT enter his mouth as I started feeding. I could feel the energy as he was slowly losing his breath and I was getting stronger. When a Succubus feeds their eyes go blue as the energy enters their body in a form of a blue smoke. That blue smoke provided us with energy and strength, plus we heal to a degree. Overall it felt so good.

“Hey!” I suddenly heard a raspy deep voice of a man behind me.

I stopped draining the almost dead man as he collapsed on the floor. When I turned around I saw two GOURGOUS looking men with guns pointing at me. I put my hands up as my heart started beating faster. If I said I wasn’t scared for my life I would be lying. They weren’t wearing uniforms so they definitely weren’t cops. I had a feeling they were hunters.

“I can explain!” I said with hands still up. “Please don’t kill me.”

“Give us one good reason why we shouldn’t kill you?” The shorter one spoke. “We have been trying to track you for weeks now. You’re very good at covering your tracks sweetheart.”

 “But why? I’m doing the right thing here.”

“As I remember killing innocent people isn’t exactly a right thing to do.” The tall one spoke.

“But he is not innocent.” I finally put my hands down. I was still scared for my life but decided to try talking some sense into these guys. I had no idea who they were but they sure were intimidating. “He is a serial killer. He killed two girls and drank their blood because he said it’s good for his skin and he was planning to kill a 16 year old girl tonight.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because, I did my research and I don’t feed on innocent people.” I said annoyed. The shorter guy was really pushing my buttons.

“Feed? So this blue smoke is your food? ” He spoke again this time confused.

“Okay, let’s go like this; check his bag over here;  If you find ropes, duct tape, knives, a bloody empty bottle and a girls picture with her address on the back will you please put the guns down and listen?”

“Sam go check, I’m gonna keep an eye on her.”

“Sam? As in Sam Winchester? You must be Dean then?” My voice was shaky as my face went white as if I have just seen a ghost. Now I knew I had to be careful with my words if I want to make it out alive.

“In the flesh sweet checks.” He said.

WELL SHIT!  

While Sam was rummaging through the bag I was trying not to have a panic attack right there and then. My mum told me about these guys...she warned me to be careful and I forgot to check if anyone was following me like I would usually do. How stupid of me...

“She’s right Dean.” Sam finally said.

Dean finally put his gun down as Sam checked if the son of a bitch was breathing. “He’s still alive.”

“If I don’t give him back his Chi he’s going to die though. And I’m not planning to. That son of a bitch doesn’t deserve to live.”

“What are you exactly? I have never seen anything like this before.” Sam asked.

“A succubus.”

“A succu-what now?” Dean asked confused.

“A succubus, Dean. “

“She’s a demon.” Sam added. “I thought Succubi only appear in dreams to seduce men.”

“Not really. That stuff is from fairytales. We don’t belong in hell nor do we hunt people’s dreams. We live a free life, the only thing we need to do to survive is feed.”

“Will anyone please tell me what exactly is a succu-demon?” Dean raised his voice a bit.

“I feed off sexual energy of people and other creatures to survive. That’s how I heal and keep myself heathy…through sex…more so.”

“So you bang people for food?”

“Not exactly. Just kissing is enough.” I laughed at his conclusion.  

Dean seemed impressed for whatever reason. I think I have dodged a bullet this time. “Look, I know you’re hunters but I promise you I don’t kill innocent people. I go out of my way and feed on rapists, pedophiles and serial killers. I would never hurt a fly but I need to feed. Monsters can be humans as well.”

“Dean, I believe her.” Sam said. “I mean this kind of people deserve a death sentence and she’s giving them just that.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

OH THANK GOD.

 I was relived, my mum never told me the notorious Winchesters had the brains to understand, she would always tell me how I was above all humans and how they were too stupid to understand. She was definitely wrong about that.

“Thank you for not killing me, I guess.” I said. “Can I finish my meal then?”

“Yeah…I guess.” Sam said scrunching his forehead. This was all new to him.

I got down on my knees and picked the guy’s head up. He was probably in a coma at this point. I kissed him and took the last bit of energy he had until he stopped breathing.

  DEAN’S POV

As I was watching her feed I couldn’t help but stare and admire her beauty. She had a perfect figure and that ass in those jeans fuck man…There was just something about this girl, I couldn’t put my finger on it what it was, I just knew I wanted to get to know her. I hated demons but damn this one was a killer. I just hope I don’t end up like my little brother hooked on demon blood or some other crap.

“I’m (Y/N) by the way.” She said and stood up. She was glowing, she looked rejuvenated and even more beautiful.

“So what now (Y/N)?” I asked her.

“Now, I skip town and disappear.”

I felt like she just punched me in the face. It was more of a reality check. She was a freaking demon, then why was I feeling like this?

“Don’t you have a home?” Sam asked her.

“Not really, I’ve been on a road for a very long time, for safety reasons.”

“Before you go, do you wanna grab a beer?” I finally asked her.

“Sure. But I think I need something stronger than beer.”

“Like whiskey?”

“You read my mind Dean.” She smiled. She had the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. I was so confused. Maybe she just had that effect on everyone. I mean I wasn’t blind, she was beautiful but knowing what she was I thought I would have my guard up at all times, that I’m gonna hate her but…I didn’t? She was different.

We left the body there, but all the evidence of him being a serial killer was next to him. May he rot in hell with Crowley by his side torturing him all day every day. 

We went to the bar we always go after we finish a case. Sam had a beer and me and (Y/N) had a whole bottle a whiskey. We talked about everything that night and me and Sam really got to know her. From her childhood to now…everything. She even told us when she found out she was a succubus- when she killed her boyfriend. The look on her face broke my heart a little. She really loved the guy, I can see it in her eyes as cheesy as that sounds but it was the truth- eyes never lie.

“Why no one told you what you are?” My brother asked her.

“My adoptive mother had no idea. She found me on her porch.”

She really went through a lot of crap and when she found her biological mother everything went to hell. And her father…man he was a dick. We had a lot in common.

“How do you control it though?” I asked her taking a sip of my whiskey.

“What?”

“The hunger.”

“My mother thought me.”

“She was…?”

“Yeah like my dad.”   

  After a good amount of alcohol the conversation went to a whole different route.

“So...have you ever banged a girl?” I asked her feeling the kick of whiskey in my brain.

“DEAN!” Sam shouted. He was kind of still sober.

“What?”

“It’s okay Sam. And yes, we don’t discriminate.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah when you can orgasm.” She then added. Now I was intrigued.

“What do you mean?” Then I added whispering. I was dead drunk by this point. “You can’t orgasm?”

“Real classy Dean.” Sam told me but I ignored him.

“I can but then I would kill the poor soul.”

“But you do feed on...”

“Yeah Dean but I don’t sleep with serial killers...I don’t have that fetish, plus most of them are creepy looking.“

I laughed at that statement, damn this chick was something else. We stayed at that bar till 3am. When she said she needed to go before cops start the investigation I got a little big sober.

“Why don’t you come with us?” I couldn’t just let her leave. Who knows when I will see her again. 

“Whaaa-?” She mumbled.

“(Y/N) I don’t think you’re able to drive. You’re dead drunk.”  AND THANK YOU SAMMY!!!!

“Fine, fine. I really need my beauty sleep.”

And that ladies and gentlemen was just a start of something...interesting.

YOUR POV

I woke up with a biggest hangover in a room I didn’t recognize. My head was pulsing and I could still taste alcohol in my mouth. I looked under the covers and saw I was still dressed, the last thing I remembered was Dean asking me if I ever slept with a girl, everything else is pretty much a blur.Knowing myself and my high libido, sleeping with Sam or Dean…or both would not have been much of a surprise. I went to the bathroom to get myself together and thank god whoever house this was they had mouthwash because damn, how much have I had last night? I put my hair in a messy pony tail, washed my face and left the room trying to figure where I was…The hallway was aerie and cold. This whole place looked like a bunker people would to hide during a war. As I was starting to freak out a little I heard Dean’s voice. So this was their place? I followed the echo until I found myself in the library and the Winchesters were there reading books. The library was every bookworm’s dream to say at least.

“Well, look who’s finally up!” Dean said raising his voice a little.

“Shhhh, don’t yell, my head is killing me.” I said and sat down.

“Let me get you an aspirin.” Sam said and went to get the magic pill.

“Where am I?” I asked. “Do you guys live here?”

“Yep, sweet home Alabama; even though we’re not in Alabama.”

“It’s a great song though.” I smiled. I haven’t noticed until now just how beautiful his eyes were. Damn, his whole face was beautiful. Green eyes, freckles, perfect smile…god I was feeling hungry again.

“Here you go.” I heard Sam’s voice pulling me back to reality, giving me a glass of water and aspirin. Bless his soul.

“Thank you.” I chugged the whole glass in a matter of seconds swallowing the pill. “What are you reading?”

“Oh you know about demon stuff…succubusy things.” Dean said.

“ Really?”

“Don’t worry we weren’t trying to find a way to kill you. It’s just we have never even heard about your kind.” Sam told me. He was like a little child so enthusiastic and curious, I found it quite adorable. 

“And what do those books say?”

“You’re pretty badass.” Dean said. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah, from boosted strength, speed and beauty to transferring someone’s chi…” Sam added.

“Yeah well, it comes with a price.”

“I don’t get it though, is this your weasel or…” 

“Oh no Sam, we are not that type of demons. This is me, if you stab me I can die if I don’t feed; it’s pretty simple.”

We spent that day in the bunker, relaxing and basically doing nothing. It was Sunday and the bothers decided it was time for a break. While we were having lunch I couldn’t help but think about my different kind of hunger. How can I be hungry if I’ve fed yesterday? It has never happened to me before.  I had a beautiful burger in front of me but I was hungry for something entirely different. I was hungry for Dean. I would as subtle as possible look at him and boy the view was magnificent. I have always had a thing for men’s arms and fingers, and how the veins would show slightly. And if a guy has long fingers I had to have them in my mouth or in me. The main problem was though, I couldn’t. I couldn’t sleep with him without hurting him in any way; I didn’t want to kill him. Hell, if I did Sam will haunt me till the day I die (and the day I die would be when he kills me). That’s the price of being a succubus- if you like someone, don’t tell them, instead walk away and burry those feelings.

“Guys, I’m forever grateful for you not killing me and for taking care of my drunken ass. For the first time in a very long time I don’t feel like a monster.”

“You’re not (Y/N).” Sam told me.

“Definitely one of the good guys.” Dean added while stuffing his mouth with dessert- pecan pie.

“My mum would always tell me it doesn’t matter what you are. It only matters what you do. Her number one rule was: never kill innocent people. Without her help I would probably end up killing who knows how many innocent people.”

“Well let’s make a toast.” Dean said and raised his bottle of beer. Sam and I did the same. “For mama succubus!” 

“FOR MAMA SUCCUBUS!” And so we took a sip of our beers. One thing mum didn’t know about these guys was they had golden hearts and behind those serious (and may I add beautiful) faces were two very kind and carrying men.

“I hate to break this happy moment but I will be leaving tonight.”

“Why?” Sam asked me.

“I have to; the police probably think they are hunting a serial killer. I have to skip town before something bad happens.”  

DEAN’S POV

When I heard those words come from her mouth it was like someone punched me in the face...again. 

“But why do you think something will happen?” I asked her as I chugged the whole bottle within seconds.

“It always does. Plus I can’t risk it.”

“Risk what?”

She looked annoyed, angry almost. She took a deep breath and shifted in her seat before responding. “My hunger will come back and there are no bad people to feed on at the moment in this town.”

She then excused herself and went to her room to pack. I couldn’t help but stare at her perfectly shaped ass.

“Dude!” I heard my brother say.

“Yeah?”

“The way you were looking at her and now checking out her ass. You’re more than obvious man.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Sam.” I lied. God, he knows me so well, I hated it sometimes.

“Whatever you’re thinking just remember, she can kill you.”

I mean he was right, but I didn’t care. She hasn’t even touched me and I was so infatuated with her.

“If she does, I’m gonna die a happy man.” I said and left the room. 

“She was staring first; I’m just doing the rest of the job. Plus if I die, I will go out with a bang.” I thought to myself before knocking.

YOUR POV

When I opened the door my heart stopped working. My hunger went through the roof as I tried my best to keep my composure. “Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?” Dean asked after shutting the door.

“Shoot.”

“Are you hungry? And by hungry I mean are your succubus sensors tingling?”

Where was he going with this?

“If you put it like that yeah, king of.”

“Why don’t you feed on me?”

I didn’t really know how to answer his question at first because I was in shock. It was like he was wishing a death sentence.  Was he aware I was checking him out?

“Dean, what has gotten into you?”

“You.” 

“But-“

“Look all I’m sayin’ is if you’re hungry I’m here. You don’t have to skip town just for food.”

“I don’t think you understood me properly. I CAN KILL YOU DE-!”

I couldn’t even finish my sentence; the idiot grabbed my face and cut me off with a kiss. Describing the kiss would be like describing the scent you smell every time you “borrow” your boyfriends hoodie; impossible, but all the synonyms for beautiful and freaking hot could do. He kissed my lips gently before his tongue went in my mouth. I wrapped my hands around his neck to pull him closer as my hunger went full swing and I started to feed. I could feel his energy, so lustful and strong entering my body as I started to feel stronger but even hornier. I was going for it slow, thank god for mum, I could control the urges. I shoved Dean onto the bed and sat on his lap, my forehead against his.

“You’re crazy Winchester.”

“Hey it’s not my fault you’re obvious when you stare.”

Oh…   

“Shit.” A wave of embarrassment went through my whole body but left right after Dean pressed his lips onto mine again.

“Yeah, I noticed.” He smirked.

“How do you feel?”

He didn’t look like people would usually when I would touch them. He was biting his lower lip not keeping his gaze off me, slowly driving me mad.

“Freaking amazing.” He whispered and went for my neck. He left kisses upon kisses as my hips naturally started to grind against his already hard and may I say BIG dick. He was gentle, yet a little bit rough. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure I was feeling before it hit me…

“Dean?!”

“Yeah?” He responded between kisses.

“We can’t fuck stupid. I’m gonna kill you.”  I have realized just how much sex with me was deadly when I had a one night stand few weeks ago. I needed healing I had pneumonia and well he was hot. He took me home after few drinks and well…we slept together. Not wanting to kill him I stopped right as I was about to cum, but that wasn’t enough. He was unconscious and his heart beat was slow. I took him to hospital where he spent the next 2 weeks; he barely made it out alive.

“I know.” Dean said. “I just want to do this.” His strong hands cupped my ass as he lifted me up and threw me onto the bed. He took my jeans off as my mind went into a fog. God he was really doing this.

DEAN’S POV

If I couldn’t have her whole, I could at least give her something she probably never had without fear, a freaking orgasm. I didn’t want to waste any time and make her wait. I started slow, kissing her inner thighs around her panties, heating her whole body up. Her whole body was covered in shivers as I kissed her though her black panties.

“You know I can’t feed on you like that Dean?” She managed to say.

“Sweetheart, I’m multifunctional. I can be more than just dinner.” I told her and she laughed. God, that smile!

“Good to know.”

She was so mesmerizing it was unreal.

I took her panties off and soon she was too busy moaning my name to say anything else. I was licking and biting every inch of her when in a split second she grabbed my hair and was pulling hard. I took me by surprise but I loved it.

“Fuck, more. Ugh use your fingers…Please.” She begged me.  

I was as obedient as a dog my two fingers went in her while my tongue was licking her sensitive clit now. I knew she was close. Her grip on my hair got stronger as her thighs were squeezing my head a little.   

“FUCK I’M CLOSE!” She screamed. I started pumping faster and harder, adding the third finger before she completely lost it.

“DEAN!!!!” She screamed one more time before coming all over my fingers and mouth. She tasted so fucking good, so sweet and just…fuck man. I couldn’t even describe it. I climbed on top of her to kiss her and boy she was a mess…a beautiful mess. Before I could think of something to say she grabbed my face and kissed me hard.

“Thank you.” She told me. “I’ve never had an orgasm like this holy shit.”

“The pleasure is all mine, (Y/N).”

“In my whole life as a freaking demon of sex I have never came across a man or a woman who can do what you just did.”

“Were they all bad?”

“After Kyle…yeah.” 

“So I guess I’m the chosen one.” I joked.

“Yeah, but you know I still have to leave this place.”

Damn reality check again. She must have noticed the face of disappointment and sadness I made right after she told me that because she kissed me again and explained why. She can never be in a normal relationship; she can never fall in love or be monogamous due to her nature because she will eventually lose control which I understood.

“Hey I can’t stop you, but I sure can give you my number and tell you to call me whenever you’re in town and up for little fun…without sex of course.” 

“Not before I return the favor. “ She said and kissed me again.

[ultraericthered]

So, Majin Buu....

Thinking back on the original Akira Toriyama Dragon Ball run, it's pretty clear to me more than ever that Majin Buu, the final major villain of the series, the Big Bad in the story arc the series ended on, was by far the weakest Big Bad out of all the powerful, action-based Big Bads, making him second weakest overall next to Commander Red. Yes, even Tienshinhan was an overall more satisfactory main antagonist compared to how Buu got by the end. And for the longest time I just sort of took that as a basic truth without really examining why it was. I'd thought the main reason for it was that the concept of him as this ages old evil that was only just now being pulled back into the present day limelight to be the new all-powerful threat to the universe to surpass the last all-powerful threat to the universe was really cheap, as it felt like Toriyama lazily re-doing the premise of King Piccolo only more ancient and a threat to even the gods of this world's cosmology and lore. But if I'm being totally fair and honest, that shouldn't necessarily be a definitive restraint on Buu from reaching villainous greatness. After all, Buu is also a great concept for a villain and an undeniably original, distinguished, uniquely Toriyama one at that. He so easily could've worked. Why didn't he?

This year of Toriyama's passing, it finally dawned on me - Majin Buu suffered from the same syndrome that would years later plague Xehanort from Kingdom Hearts. The syndrome of being a single character yet having so many different variations of him that feel like completely separate characters that makes it hard to reconcile them all as a single entity or to understand who that single entity is at the most fundamental level and what they're all about personally and in terms of narrative function. And indeed, it is only Buu who suffered this problem. Piccolo Jr. felt like the spawn/second lifeline of King Piccolo, Vegeta as a Great Ape still felt like Vegeta, Freeza in all of his transformations still feels like Freeza, Cell is still Cell in all three of his forms (even with his brainpower being more easily expended in the Semi-Perfect form), the Zamasus all feel like different variants of Zamasu, Moro, Mechikabura, and Demigra always feel the same, etc. Yet Majin Buu feels like he becomes four or five different people over the course of his saga, which gets either unnecessarily lengthy or incredibly rushed depending on the medium you're looking at it in!

So here's basically how I feel about the Majin Buus:

Fat Buu, AKA Mr. Buu - Toriyama first created this character to be the Majin Buu, a complete subversion of expectations for how this all-powerful evil demon was built up versus how nonthreatening he appears to be once we meet him. The simple-minded, infantile, playful, whimsical and sweets-craving nature of this Buu is both the source of much comedy and becomes a source of tension that enhances the dread you feel whenever the deep malice he harbors within him comes out on display, as the tonal whiplash of this silly, chubby pink blob getting mad and doing horrible things is unnerving. But in addition, we're made to feel some sympathy for Buu since Babidi treats him in an abusive, exploitative way and it becomes clearer that for all the malice he has and all the wrongs he commits, Buu has the mind of a small child who does whatever he wants to do for fun in total innocence and naivete, not knowing or understanding what the morally right things to do and the right way to live are, and why things like killing other living creatures is morally wrong. The stuff with him and Mr. Satan is some of the best content in the entire saga, and it feels right that he joins the family and becomes one of the good guys in the end, even if not much really comes of that in future installments. I give him an 8/10, to me he's the Best Buu.

Evil Buu, AKA Slim Buu - I mentioned the deep malice within Buu that he was born with, and this guy is the physical personification of it that Fat Buu conjures out from him during a breakdown where his desires are clashing with what he now knows about right and wrong. Visually, he's the exact 180 of Fat Buu - lean face and skeleton-thin body, open eyes that are black with white pupils, dark blue cape rather than a purple one, and he's the only Buu who's not pink but is instead gray. But he's the Mr. Hyde to Fat Buu's Dr. Jekyll, another side of the same person. Were Fat Buu to defeat him, he'd conquer his inner darkness, but instead this thing defeats and swallows Fat Buu, signifying that the inner darkness has won out and will change Buu's shape into something stronger and more evil. Ultimately this Buu has no personality to speak of besides "evil" and is only there as a plot device to up the tension and stakes again by becoming the new eviler version of Majin Buu who has no qualms disregarding the lessons he'd learned from Mr. Satan. However, he does get some extra points for killing Van Zant. 4/10, Basic Buu is Basic.

Super Buu - I really like this Buu yet am really mad at him and have a bone to pick with him. 'Cause he feels so easily like the Buu I'd love the best after Fat Buu, owing a lot to a truly stellar introductory period, solid voicework in the anime, and much like Cell, some cool and catchy theme music from Bruce Faulconer in the US dub. He starts off so cool: popping his neck, yawning, sagging, screaming, and cackling maniacally in the course of seconds after he's formed, showing devastating power and killing Smitty in the most graphic and disturbing way, flying all the way to Kami's Lookout just to fight and kill his enemy, distinguishing himself from the well-spoken likes of Freeza and Perfect Cell by speaking very simply, responding to Piccolo's demand of him by simply and efficiently killing off the Earth's human population, nonchalantly turning a furious Chi Chi into an egg and not even bothering to eat her (he kills her by stepping on the egg), and retaining all of his hilariously childish dumbass qualities and sweet tooth yet possesing a raw, dangerously savvy cunning beneath his brutish exterior. And yet through all this, he it doesn't really feel like he's properly motivated in evildoing other than "he's evil", and more problems start to pile up once he and Gotenks are going at it in the Time Chamber dimention. For every golden moment he gets, he gets some ill-concieved moments (though in fairness, he shares them with Gotenks and Piccolo): it's he who instigates the "wall-breaking/plot-breaking scream". But not even that could ruin him. No, when he really does the unforgivable is when he turns into the next Buu. So he's a 7/10, should've been Buuetter but wasn't.

Mystic Fusion Super Buu - Is just Fusion Super Buu when he absorbs SS3 Gotenks and Piccolo, the "Mystic" is added when he absorbs Gohan. Yeah, the problem is immediately apparent in that premise. Since when could Majin Buu absorb anyone and add their Ki power to himself? That was Cell's shtick, Majin Buu was all about transforming his prey into sweet treats and eating them up. He got the ability to take other fighters and their powers into himself from right out of Toriyama's ass! On top of that, he now looks hideous, with a long head antenna like SS3 Gotenks' long hair, a nose and facial features like Piccolo, and he trades out between Piccolo's, Gotenks', and Gohans' clothes, and neither look good on him! On top of that, his characterization changes as with Piccolo's intellect, he starts speaking in complete sentences and elloquently articulating everything which is just....no. Don't. This is killing Buu's unique vibe! On top of that, him defeating and absorbing Gohan is an utterly cruel slap in the face of any fan who might've actually wanted to see Gohan's ordeals and new power paid off by him being the hero to defeat Buu in the end like such a set-up would normally entail. And on top of all that, he's just a bore now. The whole section of the story where he's around has always failed to interest or excite me, he's just not fun to look at, watch, or listen to, and his existence is what derails Gohan's arc, brings Goku and Vegeta as co-heroes in the spotlight, and stretches things on the barren Earth out longer than necessary, including a gross, unwelcome trip inside of Buu's body! Near the end he loses his shirt and shows his character again, and we get the welcome return of classic Super Buu for one last stand-off, but that only bumps his score to 2/10. Buuuuuuuu, you suck!

Kid Buu - Buu's final and also primal form. He's not only the most powerful, destructive, and maniacal Buu, but this is Majin Buu as originally concieved in-universe. When Bibidi first conjured him into this realm, he was like this - a living, breathing force of pure chaos who lives only for the slaughter and devastation that he finds fun. And he does work as being just that, retaining Buu's mixture of being comical yet also terrifying and dangerous. Almost everything that concerns him and the section in which he's the opponent/obstacle to destroy is perfectly fine, aside from Goku being the hero rather than Gohan and how drained you feel from all the earlier Super Buu antics, it all works and makes for a properly tense, thrilling and epic final battle against a worthy final boss for this saga. The issue with Kid Buu can found within his character set-up and in the way he gets implemented into the saga. We'd been given nothing foreshadowing his existence as the OG Majin Buu until after Super Buu has reverted to him. We had no reason to think that Fat Buu wasn't the default for Buu, nor any reason to think that this new Buu would be that much more powerful than the Buus that preceded him, making Kid Buu feel really, really cheap. For that matter, how does removing Fat Buu from inside of Buu revert him to Kid Buu yet Fat Buu expunging the Evil Buu from out of him didn't have that effect on either Buu? And as is said in this post, "Kid Buu’s defeat doesn’t feel as satisfying as it should because we barely spent time with him compared to Super Buu", and that when Kid Buu comes along to take Super Buu's place, in the manga it's in the last graphic novel volume of the series, the very same that began with Vegito VS Mystic Fusion Super Buu, while in the anime it's the point when "you’re about ready to scream “Oh my Kami, END already!” given how fatigued you are of watching Super Saiyans fighting this pink monstrosity by then. Ultimately, Kid Buu's a 7/10 - Buu Bye and guud riddance, Janemba did it better.

Uub - The reincarnation of Kid Buu, who before getting killed had been Mystic Fusion Super Buu, and Super Buu was previously Evil Buu before eating Fat Buu, who Evil Buu came from making Evil Buu and Fat Buu two different variants of the same being, so that guy gets reincarnated due to a wish to Shenron by Goku even though Mr. Buu is still alive as a separate being....yeah, the dissociative identity of Majin Buu and the flimsy idea of all forms of Buu being the same character really collapses here, and fittingly on a character whose very existence and the reasons for it, in-universe and out of it, are completely nonsensical. If Goku really wanted to keep Majin Buu as a sparring partner but only if he was a better person, why not start training Mr. Buu so that his power could grow to match Kid Buu's? And are we really expected to believe and be okay with the idea that the successor to Son Goku ends up being not Gohan, not Goten, not even Pan, but the hastily introduced in the final two chapters reincarnation of the last villain who we were also only just introduced to in that very volume of manga? I can't pretend to know exactly what Toriyama was going for when he wrote the epilogue in those last two chapters and came up with Uub, but if that was his way of leaving the door open for Toei Animation to continue the franchise on their own terms, it's pretty telling that GT had no interest in picking up on this thread and rendered Uub completely worthless, and we've seen no more from Uub in the DB continuations we've had since. Uub and the ending associated with him were just a total Uuber failure. 1/10.

[mezmer]

Are there any solid studies on how kratom affects the body?? Everything online either hails it as the safest miracle substance or an evil opiate demon no inbetween.

Great question. I'm aware of this fact, and it has made my life more complicated and stupid than it needs to be. Massive post about kratom. Pls read whole thing so you can share this knowledge with others/use it to your benefit @lovecomesdown

Personally, no, I don't see solid studies very often, but I have peeped a few. Tbh, I'm not a big study guy anyway. I've spent hours and hours engaging in the community, talking to lifelong drinkers and drinking it myself. Here is an excerpt written by a researcher that I think sums up the scientific perspective (or lack thereof) perfectly: 'A growing number of studies, mainly of cross-sectional nature, describe the widespread use of kratom by individuals to self-treat pain, psychiatric symptoms, and substance use disorders (SUD) outside a controlled clinical setting. Preclinical evidence suggests kratom is effective as an analgesic agent and might decrease the self-administration of other drugs. A randomized controlled trial has further supported kratom’s therapeutic value as an analgesic. Investigations in nonclinical samples of long-term kratom users also indicate its therapeutic benefit in managing SUD symptoms (e.g., craving) and long-term or acute symptoms (e.g., withdrawal) for alcohol, opioids, and other illicit drugs. However, episodes of kratom-related intoxications have also been reported, often due to the adulteration and the contamination of kratom products mainly sold online or mixed toxicities when consumed outside clinical and traditional settings.'

I know you said you're interested in studies, and I just don't see them often. As for the latter portion of your message, I can give you some context. I think of myself and most other kratom advocates as having a nuanced perspective because we all want this plant to get to those who need it most, and that is that.

So for me? First of all, I will tell you that kratom is several times safer than opiates. It doesn't send me into a stupor or affect my cognition. Kratom has never caused me to nod off or feel high. I am able to enjoy my life free from the shackles of chronic pain. If I drank all day long, I might feel a little silly in the evening, but it is nothing like weed or alcohol. That is my little anecdote.

Here is another fact I will tell you, that I know to be true without a shadow of doubt. You cannot die from using kratom alone. It might turn you into the equivalent of a pothead or smoker who can't go anywhere without drinking some kratom first, but you will not die. It's a plant, and untreated, it doesn't appear to cause any serious health problems. I have seen studies that looked at liver levels of decade+ long users that show the liver is largely unaffected by Extreme kratom use. I can pull that up for you if you're curious. And more importantly, you cannot die from a kratom overdose. It is Physically Impossible. If you drink even just 10-15 grams of kratom powder, you will vomit it up and feel like crap for a few hours. Kratom can indeed make you nauseous. The LD50 of kratom (meaning you get a 50% chance of dying) turns out to be 50+ kilograms all at once. (one kilo of kratom lasts me over a month as a daily drinker for context) This is impossible. It is like trying to overdose smoking weed. Just isn't going to happen.

Furthermore, I've sat in on an American Kratom Association meeting and they stated that they'd looked at every single autopsy report 'involving kratom'. All of the toxicology reports had other substances, revealing kratom only to be a minimal commodity. There is no recorded death from only consuming kratom, regardless of what retarted shit you might see on the internet.

So why is kratom banned in a few states and countries? I couldn't fucking tell you, lol. It's probably just the same reason minors can't buy cigarettes and alcohol, and why you need a license to buy weed in some states, or places weed is illegal, etc. It got banned because it is HABIT FORMING. Regulators and advocates alike are too lazy or broke to put forward the effort into getting studies out that will make kratom officially medically viable on paper. Honestly, I am okay with that. I have my vendors and I can purchase it as needed. I don't think I would enjoy being prescribed kratom ...

Don't buy kratom from smoke shops, and always go with trustworthy vendors. Since kratom is literally not regulated by the state, there are a few shitty vendors who add things such as tianeptine (which still probably won't kill you) and other gross shit.i actually think this is quite uncommon, considering you can just Google safe kratom vendors and find them. That said, I have drank some rank ass cheap kratom, but it never made me feel high or anything other than kind of shitty. But still, don't do that. Buy from reputable vendors such as Wildcraft herb company (my number one, my great friends), WestKoast botanicals, or DowntoEarth botanicals. They lab test and will talk to you about where they source their leaf from directly. This is more than you'll get out of most food companies you probably buy snacks from, anyhow. Good luck asking your milk company what city they keep their cows in for that batch, or asking nestle to send a lab report of their cookies or whatever shit. Kratom vendors can be very wonderful people

I am a recovered fentanyl addict and I know in my heart that kratom is safer for each and every addict and chronic pain patient. It can't hurt to try it if you fit these descriptions.

That said, if you are not a chronic pain patient or a hardcore opiate addict, I wouldn't recommend trying it because there is a fair chance you'll find yourself dependent on kratom. It's very easy to do actually! Kratom does dance around in your opioid receptors. Kratom is so interesting in the way that it does this, though. Unless you get a really strong batch or take way too much, you aren't going to nod off, which is the prime characteristic of opiate use. You also don't feel that wave of cumshot ecstasy for hours like you would with an opiate. If you've tried kratom, I needn't explain, then. Not much to explain otherwise because it really isn't that intense of a feeling. It's like if Tylenol were actually good; it's like if you could take medications that actually treat chronic pain and be a responsible parent at the same time.

I'm apart of kratom communities outside of tumblr, I am friends with kratom vendors and bigtime advocates. I communicate with members of the American Kratom Association, and I am even in a facebook group for mothers who had consumed or are consuming kratom during pregnancy. If you want more info on that, I can tell you everything, but I don't see any need to include it here. Long story short, kratom is very unlikely to harm a child who is exposed to it in utero. Ideally, if you are a recovering addict who wants to stay clean using kratom while pregnant, you'd want to not buy the sketchiest shit possible, lol.

If you take a LOT, babies exposed to kratom in utero get WD symptoms, because people can too. That is why Kratom is habit forming. It can cause some discomfort when trying to come off of it. Quitting kratom is like quitting cigs no matter what "r/quittingkratom" tells you. As I said, unless you think kratom fits your needs as an addict or a chronic pain sufferer, or perhaps somebody with severe anxiety even (kratom does help that), I would not dip your toes in the water because kratom's benefits wouldn't be what you are looking for.

Hmm... I can't think of much else. I hope this post helped you and you can ask me any questions you want

[babbiweeb]

love in bloom-kyojuro rengoku

(anime in gif:howls moving castle)

tw:n/a 

initial tags:pre-established reader background, kyojuro rengoku, ruka rengoku, female reader, demon slayer:kimetsu no yaiba

genre:romance, fluff & comfort, meet-cute

story playlist: 

something about you-eyedress ft. dent may

little bit-lykke li

ophelia-the lumineers

slow dancing-v

fall again-loona

authors note:well of course–i just had to write a flowershop au! kyojuro and a flowershop keeper? oh yes yes! flame boy and flowers all in one! i hope you guys enjoy, talk later! 

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Fall brought the bountiful harvest every season, allowing us to plant less and adapt to the changes of the world. Less planting, little time in the sun as the days grow short–an ideal environment that forces us to adapt to the change. Though, some see change as something they are unwilling to welcome. Change could be a poison to those who crave routine and structure. 

However, as the leaves fall, the season brings forth the option to start anew. The cycle of nature serves as a reminder to us all that nothing is ever constant–be ready for the change as life waits for no one. 

We simply must carry on. 

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Cosmos

The hustle and bustle of the town created an atmosphere similar to that of a working hive. Everyone seems to always have something to do as well as ensuring said task is completed quickly. Unexpectedly, this environment works out for the greater good of the community. An organized mess of the working class kept busy in hopes to maintain balance.

Just then, the quaint shop down the long strip of buildings had finally seen their first customer of the morning. Perhaps it would be best to say that said keeper works by her lonesome self. A woman that little know of, and yet, that same woman is seemingly selfless. This shop had been passed down by her family–she takes such pride in tenderly caring for all that surrounds her. A perfectly peaceful life is led by this kind woman.

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Y/N-

“Y/N?”-The chime of a small bell rings faintly, followed by a much older voice. 

“Ah! Mrs. Hayashi–good morning! What brings you by?”-Walking towards the front of my shop, I meet one of my best customers halfway. An elderly woman who resides with her family at the edge of town–right by the forest line. She has always been so kind to me!

Frantically, she speaks once more–she’s always been known for theatrics. 

“Goodness dear! My grandson–as you know, has been courting one of the shrine maidens. It seems he is ready to take the next step and ask her to marry!”-She spoke with urgency as she began pacing around, looking through my early morning selection of freshly cut flowers. Mrs. Hayashi usually made sly comments regarding the young men in her family. Always reminding me that they could be potential candidates, I wonder–

“Though, secretly, I prayed that she wouldn't be as interested. Then maybe, just maybe, I could have you a part of my large family!”

Nope. There it is.

Her fragile, soft hands caress my face as her fingers pinch the apples of my cheeks. A red tint followed soon after she once again tried convincing me of marrying one of the many young men available. Warmth flushed throughout my supple face as I couldn't help but smile–

“M-Mrs. Hayashi! T-That is fantastic news! But I fail to see what you are requesting from me!”-I spoke tenderly as I slowly backed from her grasp. Her hands held by mine as I stood across from the elderly woman. With a firm squeeze, her smile brightens. 

“Oh how silly of me! Of course! I’m not here to play matchmaker today!”-She teased.

“I was hoping you could make a simple bouquet for my grandson! One that would surely make this maiden swoon!”-Before I could even get a word in, she simply could not help herself.

“You know, since you wont marry him!”-Her tease is all in good fun, but a part of me understands that she is quite serious. She tried for months to get me at least in the same room as him–but to no avail.

“Oh please! You know I’m not currently looking! Besides! I know practically every man in town! I would know if any of them caught my eye…”-I snicker as my laugh fills the room. 

I’ve never been opposed to marriage. I just never found time to truly settle down. Nor has a man deemed me worth courting. At least, that’s how I see it. Perhaps this is just my slight insecurity talking on my behalf. Though, seeing the joy and pure love of the young couples around me truly stings the heart. To be completely enthralled by the grasp of love–I wonder what that would be like? 

Her pout speaks a thousand words as I continue-

“I will make a marvelous bouquet for the couple! I am positive she will say yes! She will be the perfect wife for him–offer more than simple roses and seeds!”

Within an instant, her demeanor switched. As if she understood a hidden pain within-

“Oh dear. You bring this cold world such joy, more than you realize. Your own perfection comes from simply living. Never forget that.”

Harmony. That is what I felt. She didn't offer much, however, what she said was more than enough. I told her she reminded me of the cosmos. She embodies the beauty of order, balance, and harmony. The language flowers speak has always been fascinating to me. So much can be said by a simple bud that hangs from a stem. Words to me are almost unnecessary-

Soon, after a brief moment of banter, Mrs. Hayashi leaves me with the request to finish this bouquet by late afternoon. Happy to fulfill, I bring along a wide basket as it rests on my hip. A small meadow remained my secret for the longest time. There are only the select few that know of this small garden of eden now. The vegetation there, even during the harsher seasons, seems to always supply the most beautiful growth. 

As I walk through town, all is the same. The many faces I’ve grown to familiarize myself with all greet me with warm smiles as I pass the crowds. Children run across the road as laughter and talk fill the streets. With every passing face, my eyes eventually trail to the very end of the strip. A group of the local youth surround what seems to be a man with brightly colored hair. Bright, just like the sun–

Curiosity grows within me, but my legs seem to still lead me away. Holding up the hem of my yukata, I step onto the dirty path that strays away from prying eyes. 

“I wonder why so many surrounded him?”-My mind is filled with all sorts of thoughts. It isn't often we receive visitors that are worth such a crowd. Who could he be? 

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Kyojuro-

“Greetings! I was wondering if you had a local florist? It seems my neighboring town keeper has unfortunately closed up their shop!”-My voice had filled the ears of those around me. A booming request as I feel my face brighten. 

I have never been to this town before. It’s rather quaint. Character lies here, that much I can tell!

“A florist you say?”

 “Oh yes! We have a wonderful florist! She makes the most beautiful bouquets!” 

Many voices speak over one another, though one captured my attention rather quickly-

“Mrs. Hayashi had just requested her service! She may still be out, but her shop is just up there!”-One youth had pointed towards the end of the road. My eyes find a small shop, decorated from top to bottom with plants and blooms. 

With a smile, I bow slightly to the young group. Lifting myself slowly, I thank them as I take a step forward. She may be out huh? Perhaps I will wait by her shop then! Looks of interest follow my trail as I pass by the crowd–it seems this town is yet to know the presence of a demon slayer. I chuckle to myself as I come to realize how strange I must appear in my uniform. My hand rests at the hilt of my sword as I approach the shop, sitting comfortably on the bench out front. 

Her shop seems perfectly clean. The sweet aroma of flowers fill my senses as a wave of peace washes over me.

She must be a lovely woman. One that has been taking care of this little shop for years, decades even! I must show my appreciation to the elder-

“Y/N! Y/N! You have a man waiting for you!”

My thoughts are interrupted as I look to my side. My eyes find the sight of one of the young kids latching themselves to the hip of a woman in pale green-

She looks just like a dream. The conversation of the two goes mute as my fiery orbs capture her. That basket? It seems to be full of quite a bit of stems as part of them are covered by a sheer cloth. Could she be?

Within a moment of pure tranquility, our eyes met. Her smile had taken me by surprise as she seemed so comfortable at the sight of a strange man sitting down by this shop. Soon, her figure comes to meet me. Standing across from me, just by the front entrance, she greets me-

“So I’m told I have yet another request this morning? Please, come in!”-Her voice is calm. Her words give away what I had suspected prior. So, she is the flower shopkeeper.

“Ah yes! Good morning! Thank you for inviting me in!”-With a quick bow, I lift myself walking in toe right behind her as she reopens her shop. 

She placed her basket down atop a workshop table that is full of vases coming in many different shapes, designs and sizes! Just then, I found myself looking all around her careful shop. Plants hang from even the ceiling! Vines trailing down wooden posts and into pots full of greenery. 

She has quite the green thumb. I am in good hands–

“Sir? Are you alright?”-Her voice pulls me back down to reality as I look back at her.

“Hmm? Oh! Yes! I’m quite alright!”-My boisterous laugh echoes as I smile.

“I apologize if you were speaking to me! I do not mean to ignore you! I was simply taking in the atmosphere! It seems I still get quite lost in thought.”-My laugh now a chuckle as I catch myself. 

My ears perk up for just a moment as I hear her own laugh. It’s reassuring.

“Oh! That’s alright! I’m glad you have taken an interest in my little world of green chaos!”-Playfully, she teases her own workstation as she begins to unpack her basket. My eyes never wavering-

“Sir, what is it you need from a florist today?”-She continued as she worked by her table, seemingly prepping for a bouquet. I feel myself fluster at the prospect of being called “sir” repeatedly. Given that we seem to be within the same age range, surely we can drop formalities? 

“Right! Before I speak on that, allow me to introduce myself! My name Is Kyojuro Rengoku! I overheard one of the children calling out your name! Y/N? Is it?”

“Yes! That is my name! It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Rengoku!”-An itch had almost been scratched. To be called Mr. Rengoku? She is well mannered, but boy does she make me feel old. 

“Just Rengoku is fine! Or even Kyojuro! Please spare me, surely I don’t look that old!”-I chuckled slightly as I looked into her eyes, almost pleading.

Her laugh fills the room once more before her voice carries- 

“I see then! I shall spare you the formality, Kyojuro. However, if we are speaking based on looks, would it be too much if I asked you something?”-She stopped moving entirely as she gave me her undivided attention. Without another word, I shook my head up and down, anticipating her question. 

“That uniform? What exactly does it symbolize? You wear fire proudly, and I must say I am quite interested.”

Yet another one of my speculations had come to fruition–this town is mostly unaware of the existence of our work. Though, I have piqued her interest. 

“Ah, a keen eye you must have, for how could anyone notice my subtle look?”-I laugh once more alongside her as our banter continues playfully. 

“I am a demon slayer, working for my master to ensure the safety of civilian life. Officially, I am known as Kyojuro Rengoku: The Flame Hashira.”

A proud smile creeps onto my face as I witness her eyes light up with curiosity and adoration. How sweet.

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Y/N-

Kyojuro Rengoku, The Flame Hashira? What an incredible title, and well, judging by his uniform–he has status. He must rank quite high within this organization. How curious-

“Amazing! A demon slayer? I have only ever heard stories! I won't pry for any details, just know that you have my gratitude!”-I spoke with such confidence as I felt my body grow warm. I am now face to face with a demon slayer, one who must be quite strong! I must fulfill his request with the utmost care! 

“Ah well thank you Y/N. You are too kind! I shall take your gratitude to heart during my battles!”-A faint red hue dusts along his cheeks as he speaks. A brief, gentle hum escapes my lips as I acknowledge him completely. 

He is gentle and strong willed, that much I can tell-

“Now then, what can I do for you?”-I spoke excitedly as I continue to wrap Mrs. Hayashi’s order. A delicate bouquet flushed with an assortment of pale pink cosmos, bright orange marigold, and white cornflower. All coming together to make a bouquet full of peace, purity, and fertility. Perfect wishes for the young couple-

I wish them well after tonight.

“You see, I wish to buy a bouquet for a very special woman. A beautiful woman who holds a special spot in my heart–my mother.”-He speaks with such fondness. The love he feels for the women who had blessed him with life is palpable. How sweet.

“In fact, I would love it if you included that flower there!”-He walks close to my station, pointing to the blooming cosmos.

“Pink matches my mother well. I always thought that she would look lovely in such a pale color! What exactly is this bud called?”-He asks, swiftly pulling me into the world of botanical knowledge. He is so quick that I fail to notice the hint of sadness that had crept up.

As if this had been my subconscious attempt at alleviating the tension, I smile as I hand him an extra bud. His fingers brushing up against mine as he takes hold of the stem. 

“That is called a cosmos. They come in all different colors, and shapes. The cosmos for most, symbolizes harmony, order, and balance. I believe this would be quite the flower for your mother.”

“Oh my! How lovely! I did not realize flowers could mean such wondrous things! Perhaps you are correct! These may suit my mother after all!”-He spoke with his usual cheerful voice once more, bringing a sense of calm within me. 

Caught by surprise, his hand reaches for me in one quick motion, placing the blooming bud just above my ear. The delicate petals nuzzle close to my hair as it remains snug. My eyes widen slightly as I feel my cheeks grow much warmer than before-

Why? Why does he do this? Is this simply a friendly gesture? An overly friendly gesture towards a woman he had just met? 

The chime of a bell rings–

“Oh my! My apologies! Am I interrupting something?”-Mrs. Hayashi had announced her presence with a mischievous tone shamelessly dripping from her voice. 

As if I thought I couldn't grow any warmer, my body soon felt raging heat. Fate truly loves playing with me-

“M-Mrs. H-Hayashi! Goodness! Y-You a-are early! You said you would pick up by this afternoon!”-My stutter has become apparent now as I shy away from him, creating a short distance between us.

“Well dear, the local children had informed me of a man waiting by your shop! And of course, being the ever so worried old lady, I just had to stop by and ensure your safety!”

Please. Gods. Here is my plea. Save me from this woman's dramatics! 

Kyojuro had cleared his throat, making himself known fully. As if he is hard to miss to begin with-

“Oh see! Everything seems to be just fine. This must be the young man! Let me get a good look at him!”-Just as she does me, her fragile hands reached for his cheeks. The apples of his face being pinched and loved on. 

“Oh! Look at how handsome! And a man of uniform?”-Her gaze trails back to me with a sly smirk as the gleam in her eyes grows. Whispers fall from her as she nudges at the prospect of something more.

“You know–Y/N has quite a bit of suitors! One of which had been my own grandson! She is quite beautiful, however, I find the men of this town not worthy of her company. Perhaps, we will see you often?”

The lies of this woman! I’m not giving a lick of my next batch of fertilizer! 

By now, I feel lost in my own world, doing all that I can to tune the embarrassment down. My shy gaze every so often finding him as my delicate hand fidgets with the ends of my hair. 

“Kyojuro, I apologize on behalf of the crazy village lady! I implore you to run while you can!”-Darts of my serious glare now focused entirely on her as my flushed cheeks fade.

Then, a moment of silence as the two of us look at him. The dead air broke as his boisterous laugh relieved the tension felt throughout my body. 

His laugh is utterly contagious.

“Ladies please! I must take my leave! Mrs. Hayashi, was it? Ma’am you have truly brightened my morning! I may return often just for your humor!”-His laugh continued on even in between words. The way he treats people is unlike anything I have ever seen. Understanding and truly kind-

My heart filled to the brim with pure warmth as I watched on in complete awe. He truly is like no man I have met before.

For once, Mrs. Hayashi stayed quiet, as he respectfully left her side. Returning to me, his eyes looked into mine, making me feel as if I was the only one here. His undivided attention, now mine, even if just for a moment. 

“I shall return later to pick up my order! Please, take care until we meet again.”-His smile was unlike the others he had shown me prior. This one has matched his eyes perfectly. His orbs of fire had almost sparkled as we locked on one another. 

“O-Oh! Yes, yes! I shall see you later on then…”-My voice just above a whisper as I dip my head–a sign of respect.

“Thank you, Kyojuro”

With one final look, he took his leave, the chime of my bell signifying my hope to see him again–and again, and again.

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Kyojuro-

What was that? That moment of time felt lost as I stared into her eyes. I had no problem upon meeting her. What changed? Or is it that this warmth had always been there, and I just failed to sense it? 

“How silly”-I spoke aloud to myself as I made my way back onto the road. Perhaps time to myself adventuring around a new town will help ease my thoughts. 

Her touch still lingers on my fingers from when we brushed against each other. I wonder about this woman. It seems she has taken over my mind–while knowing absolutely nothing of her. Do I see myself coming back here? Do I see myself coming back to her? I smile to myself as I place my hands above my head, sketching the tense muscles of my arms- 

I believe I will make time for this one. 

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“Oh, so he’s the reason that you neglected courtship within town! Y/N I never even realized! I must say, he is far more handsome than my own grandson!”

“Huh? No! Mrs. Hayashi! This was just one big misunderstanding! We are not courting one another, nor do I know him! In fact, we just met today…”

There is a fondness in her voice, a hint of longing as she gently removes the cosmos from her hair. Admiring the flower as she speaks, and somehow, the petals seem brighter. The flower seemingly has a greater meaning to her now-

“Uh-huh…right of course! Well I suppose I shouldn't fill the air with any more of my crazy village lady ideas! If you say it’s just one big misunderstanding, then I believe you! A shame though–watching you two became such a lovely sight.”

Her smile widened as she relished in this new feeling. 

 The elderly have much to offer the youth–especially wisdom. Ever so observant, it is clear to all looking in, that this indeed infatuation. 

Though, Mrs. Hayashi will keep this to herself and offer her own wisdom much later–maybe.

“Alright my dear, thank you very much for putting together such a beautiful bouquet! This will be perfect for the young maiden! I truly hope my youngest grandson secures himself a wife tonight!”-With that, she pays for the young woman’s service as she takes the bouquet, keeping it close to her heart.  

At a moment’s peace, Y/N catches herself briefly, gathering her thoughts. Soon after, her hands work to create the most wonderful bouquet in regards to such a woman–a woman he is blessed to have been born from. 

“What a woman she must be”

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Y/N-

The chime of the bell rings throughout my shop, sending a wave of excitement through my body. 

Why am I so excited? I couldn't possibly be this giddy! Especially over a man I had only just met! That’s right! This is just pure excitement from meeting someone completely new!

I tried so hard to rationalize my own fleeting feelings, but everything seemed to fade as I met his gaze once again. 

“Welcome back stranger!”-I spoke out as I finished the final wrap of his bouquet. 

“Ah–thank you! I hope you worked well despite the distractions!”-His laugh echoed all around as he approached. He wasn't entirely wrong, usually, I find it most difficult to focus–especially with her around. Though, this bouquet seems very important to him, which in turn motivated me to create something perfect! 

“W-Well I typically tune that one out as best I can! However, I appreciate her company nonetheless, she is a great woman!”-Drawing back my stutter as best I can, I continued holding back what I truly wanted to ask.

“Would you truly only return for her humor?”

Or could there be more? Should there be more? Do I want more? 

“Did you enjoy yourself in town?”

His laugh faded as he spoke. “Oh yes! This town is most enjoyable! I find it hard to believe that I have yet to stumble across this place until now.”

He must live nearby then…perhaps in the town over? What prefecture would that be I wonder. 

“I’m glad to hear such kind words of the place I’ve grown up in! We do have some wonderful places you should discover! Like the gardens and parks! Nature is ever so lovely around this time! Vibrant yellow and orange leaves coating the streets…”-As I drift off into my own little world full of autumn dreams, I slowly lift the wrapped bouquet and hand them to him. A small smile curves onto my lips as I admire my work all over again.  

A calm fills the air as he takes hold of the bouquet, all while I fail to realize how he now directs all his attention to only me. 

“You have such a beautiful way of thinking. I never thought to take the time to simply enjoy the changing colors–perhaps one day soon I will.”

“O-Oh, well t-thank you Kyojuro! I suppose it’s much too easy for me to become dazed while I’m out and about!”-A gentle strand of hair tickles my face as I tuck my hair directly behind my ear. My cheeks have flushed into an adoring tint as my urge to hide has faded. 

“H-How d-do you like the bouquet? I truly hope it is to your liking!”-I continue.

His eyes trail to every bit of the delicate sight. The colors compliment each other, filling the eyes with such soothing energy. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips-

“Pure perfection”

“You clearly have put much effort and thought into such beauty! You have a talent my dear! I appreciate this immensely!”-His words flowed from his lips as his praise filled my heart to the brim. But then–what was that? “My dear”? 

Brushing this off entirely, I continue to fluster as I take his compliment head first. 

“Goodness, thank you! I really hope your mother enjoys this gesture! Send my regards to her!”-A sigh escapes his mouth as he held the bouquet in one hand, while reaching into his pocket with the other. 

“I will…now then! How much do I owe you?”-Tilting my head ever so slightly to the side, I smile.

“This one is on the house! Please, just deliver this to her! That is all I ask!”

Dumbfounded, his wallet in hand, he continues quickly after me-

“No! I couldn't possibly leave you with nothing at all! Please, allow me to-”

“You have left me with much more than you think. I insist you take this gesture as a token of my gratitude.”-Way to be subtle–though, something tells me this has gone over his head. A short and comfortable silence grows as we simply eye one another. I seem to have grown all too familiar with his gaze.

“F-Fine. With such persistence, I doubt I can argue against this any longer.”-He chuckles, putting his wallet back into his pocket as he now holds the bouquet with both hands–close to his heart.

His footsteps return as he turns to walk away, leaving me stumped at the sudden loss of attention. Frantically, I round the corner of my workshop, standing feet behind his trailing body. My mouth hangs open, though the words fail to leave me. As the bell chimes one last time by him, he reads my thoughts–will you return? 

“Y/N. You are a commendable woman, one that I will seek out often. So please, get used to my presence.”

My eyes widen as I look at his back, admiring the earnest man in front of me. He will return for me, even if just for my service–I am happy.

For once, light in my life had brightened, fueling my soul with something to fight for. There could be more. I want more. 

He is most extraordinary, very kind–How curious to feel so liberated.

“Yes, Kyojuro. Thank you Kyojuro.”

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Daffodil 

A light drizzle of snow blanketed the town with a piercing color of white as many prepared for the events to come. The time of rebirth is felt throughout the community as joy fills many hearts far and wide. December, the month we all look forward to as families gather around in celebration of new beginnings. 

Laughter fills the air as rumor has it–the local beauty had found herself someone worthwhile. Off and alone by a bed of daffodils, her hands pluck from the root. Her breath is visible as the harsh cold gradually grows. Her mind travels to the warmth of a hearth, or perhaps, the warmth of a certain hothead. 

September. Fate brought them together, allowing the most tender meet to take place amongst the growth of cosmos. Not much was said that afternoon, though, he kept his word. The fall season brought on many more moments together. 

To reminisce proved to be just enough to bring on a rush of warmth from head to toe. She melted under the thought of just him.

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Y/N-

The hush of whispers grow silent as I walk through the crowd of familiar faces. The looks from those who I have come to regard as family have become all the more transparent. It’s as if they all no longer care to hide what they truly think. I suppose I should feel happy. Happy that so many wish just that all for me. 

“How silly.”-I spoke with a slight smirk creeping upon my lips as my walk came to a halt. Without turning, I continued. 

“I know you’re there. You can come out now!”-As if on queue, my words sent the herd. The feeling of ice cold hitting my back fills the air around me with my screams. A shiver sent up my spine as I registered what had just happened. 

Laughter once again fills the air as the children surround me, snowballs in their tiny hands. Brushing off the snow that stuck to my overcoat, I swiftly placed my basket full of daffodils down. My own hands now scooping the small pile of snow-

“Oh! Now you’ve all done it!”-I couldn't help but join in the fun as I turned chasing down the local kids. Snowballs flying back and forth-

“Who’s idea was this? Huh?”

“Big brother! Big brother made us!”

Of course! That big lug always putting the children up to no good! I felt my smile widen as I finally caught up to the small children, wrapping my arms around the three. Snuggling close, I make sure to drop the three kids into the pile of snow. Cries of “sister” pour from them in between laughter-

A cough grounds me back to reality as all four of us stare up to the man of fire. 

“I believe this belongs to you my dear?”-My basket, now in his possession. 

“Big brother!”-The arms of the children leave my sides as they all get up quickly to hug him. Left on the ground, I take my time to look at him. He isn't in his usual uniform, rather, he wears casual attire with a thick overcoat. Snowflakes sat in his hair as the apples of cheeks became that of a rose. 

“So now that you’ve plotted the children against me, you steal them? How cruel Kyojuro!”-I chuckle as I slowly pick the hem of my yukata, ready to lift myself from the cold ground. 

“Never! We love you too sister! But brother is much stronger!”-The tease never ends, and to prove their point, his hand reaches for me. His strong, large hand now waiting for me.

“Oh you know everyone adores you! Come now!”

Everyone huh? Hmm-

My small hand meets his as I place mine in his palm. His fingers wrapping against my skin, pulling me up in one swift motion. The warmth of his body combined with mine as we stayed quite close, now sent an invitation to the children to cuddle up. Nothing in this world could take me away from his comfort. 

“Hello Y/N.”-He spoke softly as his smile brightened. A certain fondness lingered- 

“Hello Kyojuro.”-The snickers became all too common the more he visited, even the children played into the game of the grown. Despite the loud protest, I have always told everyone how we are simply friends. Besides, the life of a Hashira, proves to be too stressful. As he has described it, it seems as if romance is hung up for now-that thought alone always pulls at my heartstrings.

“How have you been since our last meeting? I hope all is well!”-Before he could speak, the children had hugged our legs tight just before saying their goodbyes. With this motion, this gave us a chance to finally take a step back away from each other–a chance we decided to ignore. 

“I have been well! I have many stories of my most recent missions, if you are interested?”

“Oh! That would be fantastic! I’ve always enjoyed hearing more of your life! You live so differently compared to me!”

He chuckled-”Ah, well! It's times like this I wish I lived a much simpler life. I must say, I am quite envious of you Y/N!”

He places my basket further up his own arm as he takes a step back, leading us back to my shop. 

“Envious? Of me? But whatever for? Surely the life you lead is quite fulfilling! Most nights I lay in bed, wondering what it would be like to just be out there!”-As we walk side by side, my hands fall, dancing around his. 

“While you are correct about my life being fulfilling, especially as a Hashira, I can not help but wonder myself. To live a life just as my mother described. My mother had always advised me to use my strength for good, which I hope I have done–but then, there are moments I catch myself thinking of her and my father.”-A short pause in between his thoughts kept me on my toes as I anticipated his story. 

“They were always so happy. The love within them aired out beautifully, surrounding our home with such joy. That simple, domestic life–do you ever dream of such a thing?”

I had to think for a moment. Was this truly my desire? To live peacefully like he described? I never gave it much thought, even though that was almost an expectation of women. I could never chalk this through, especially if I found the one made for me. 

“I suppose I have dreamt of this once or twice. I never expected you to be so fond of this idea–it’s endearing to hear a man speak this way.” 

“W-Well y-yes it has been lingering throughout my mind for sometime…actually-”

A sudden shift within him as he caught himself. He wanted to say something, but this hesitation had stopped him. I wonder? 

“Uhm…speaking of my family, I would like another bouquet please! If you aren't too terribly busy!”-This definitely wasn't what he originally intended on saying. There is something else. 

“Ah, another bouquet for your mother I presume? She is a lucky woman to have such a thoughtful son.”

“Yes. Quite a lucky woman indeed. I haven't seen her in so long since my missions have picked up!”-He spoke as he picked a stem from my basket. 

“These are different from the last bouquet you made me! What are these called?”

I giggled softly as I took the flower from his grasp-”Yes very different! These flowers are in season! They are called daffodils!”

“How pretty! Just like the last bud, does this flower also have some kind of meaning? You must tell me!”

“Yes actually! Flowers truly speak a language all on their own! Most commonly, in our region, they are regarded as joyful flowers! As well as symbolizing rebirth and new beginnings!”-I spoke as I gently placed the flower above his ear. Drops of snowflakes fall and land perfectly on the bright yellow petals. An instant flash of memory hits me like a wave–he truly is too kind. 

Words fell short as we continued to walk, nearing my shop. It was as if I had left him utterly stunned, even as we found shelter from the cold. Ever the blind, his eyes sparkled as he watched me by his side. 

“My side–where she belongs.”

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Kyojuro-

Rebirth and new beginnings she says. Mother? Is this a sign you give from beyond? Surely the language of nature speaks to me just as you would have. She’s so kind–just as you were. 

“I would like to thank you Y/N. You have truly been wonderful company these last couple months. I have been rather dull lately. Feeling as though I have been missing something.”

“You have nothing to thank me for! I am simply just as happy to be in your company as you are me. Everyone deserves a bit of understanding.”

Our conversations flow like the river, constant and gentle. We have only grown fonder the more we stay together. By her side is where I feel most cared for. Worries of my duty fade effortlessly the second she speaks. It’s almost scary how easy it became for me to-

“Now then! How about I use some of these freshly picked daffodils? Your mother never ceases to amaze me! The way you speak of her is beautiful! Tell her I wish her the best!”

Shaking my head slightly, I smile as I once again lose myself in her. 

“I’ll be sure to say so the next time I visit!”-Quickly, I continue.

“So then, what can I do to help? You say your life here is simple! I refuse to believe you! Your talent takes up your time, I believe it! So please, teach me how to be a florist!”

Her giggle surrounded me as I pulled out a stool, sitting close to her workshop. My eyes glowing eagerly as I watch her every move. 

“So the mighty Hashira wants to learn how to handle flowers? Well I suppose you can be my very own student!”-Her giggle grows into a laugh, as she prepares my very own station. 

Now this will be interesting!

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The snow outside began to fall much more as it stuck to the ground. The large bay screen gives the two a view of purity. A blanket will soon cover, but even still, many ready themselves for festivities. The conversation became everlasting, there had never been a dull moment between the two. They were always so quick to keep up with one another. 

His hands worked alongside hers as they both made their own version of a daffodil bouquet. But of course, she was the expert. Never to be deterred from his own work, he kept up, admiring her along the way. 

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“Now see, the folds go here! When wrapping, be sure to crease the edges so that this process goes smoothly!”-Her touch has strangely become all too familiar in such a short amount of time. Those small hands guide mine as we simultaneously fold the wrap, tightly keeping the flowers in place. 

“You’ve got it! See?”

“I owe this knowledge all to you…little flame.”-Her hands left mine as she remained close. Her gaze found mine as our eyes met. A pleasant surprise had been written all over her face. Perhaps this new nickname had been all too much for her? Too much at once? 

“Thank you…Kyo!”

Her reassuring smile had sent a wave of butterflies to take over. Perhaps I am not too much for her. And that nickname? My name said like that? I felt my cheeks flush as I slowly shook my head up and down, acknowledging her. 

Mother. I feel content. 

The ring of the bell chimes through, grounding me back to reality as we both slowly pull from one another. 

“I knew those kids would tell me the truth! Hello Kyojuro! Long time no see young man!”

On queue, here is-

“Mrs. Hayashi! Hello!”-I spoke while Y/N had made her way by her side. A slight bow by the both of us as a sign of respect- 

“Yes hello Mrs. Hayashi! What can I do for my best customer?”

As the two spoke, my eyes trailed down to her hand carrying a decently sized bag- 

“Mrs. Hayashi, I do not mean to interrupt, but what is it you have there?”-I asked as my curiosity got the best of me.

“Oh yes! This is what I had in mind for your shop! Such a good boy! Reminding this elderly woman why she's here!”-She laughs as her bag opens wide, revealing multiple carefully tied steams of green.

“The local townspeople decided it would be a wonderful idea to introduce yet a new tradition this holiday season! I hear most other towns have already adopted this!”

A gasp escapes the lips of the woman standing close to me. Y/N’s eyes had sparkled as she picked one branch up gently. 

“Mistletoe!”

Mistletoe? Have I heard of this before? I feel this is rather foreign to me. Though, I must have read this somewhere before! 

“Mistletoe? What is that Y/N?”-She turned to face me with the beautifully tied plant in hand. 

“Mistletoe is a plant some hang above entrances as decor for the holiday season! I find it quite beautiful, especially tied with ribbon!”

“Oh come now! Don’t forget the best part Y/N! So modest!”

“The best part?”-I questioned soon after as my thoughts escaped from my lips. What could possibly be better than using this plant as decor? It is a simple concept, no? 

Y/N remained silently flushed as my attention now directed towards the elderly woman-”Mistletoe is a new tradition taking over our quaint town, it is especially popular with the youth! It is simple really! Two stand under the plant and share a kiss!”

A kiss? A kiss. What in the world? I have never heard of such a tradition? Yet, it has become popular during the season? I suppose this could be a romantic gesture! How would she feel if-

The apples of her cheeks have turned into a glowing red. It seems she knew more than she had initially let on. I wonder why she left this part in the dark? Soon after this thought, my eyes immediately found the mistletoe in her hands, and how close we were-

“Y-Y/N? A-Are you alright?”

I spoke softly as my concern grew. She had remained silent since the realization. A kiss is truly harmless. Just two souls exchanging a bit of warmth–but then, why do I feel so differently when I picture us doing just that? 

“Y/N my dear, if you won't kiss him! I will!”-Swiftly, the delicate hands of the elderly woman cup my face, squishing me and bringing me forth. Her paper thin lips plant a short kiss upon my cheek–satisfying the tradition.

I must admit, a part of my heart craved something more than this. This new sense of tradition filled my senses and overwhelmed my thoughts. Mrs. Hayashi pulled away as she snicked, the subtle warmth had left my cheeks as I wiped off the trace of her. 

This kiss wasn't what I had expected. My eyes never once waived away from her. Her lips look so full, they seem to be ever changing. Some days I come to visit, her lips are redder than usual, or even pink! Her features change slightly–I like that about her. A woman who always keeps me on my toes. A woman who I can admire through and through. A woman full of mystery. 

I wonder what her lips feel like? 

“Alright! I’ll leave you kiddos to it! I just had to drop this off for you my dear Y/N! You both take care now okay? Stay warm, it’s really coming down now!”-Mrs. Hayashi’s presence had left, though our goodbyes were nonexistent. I couldn't stop looking at her. I want to be able to read her.

What was she thinking about? Why was she so quiet? 

“Y/N? Hey, you've grown so quiet! Please tell me you’re still there!”-I teased playfully as I put a little more distance between us. She must be overwhelmed. 

“H-Huh? Oh! Yes! My apologies! I tend to tune out that one when she gets to her theatrics! I really must put my bell around her neck!”-Her apologetic look had spoken on behalf of the elderly woman’s behavior. Though, this is something I have gotten used to. Mrs. Hayashi is a kindhearted woman, but yes, she can indeed be a bit much! 

Though, maybe I’ll thank her one of these days. Her little show had given me much needed insight. 

Y/N, I truly believe I can in fact read you. I see you now. Wait for me.

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Peony

Spring had indeed sprung as trees filled with blooming cherry blossoms, adding much needed color to what had been yet another harsh winter. Spring brought on a new sight of optimism as the new year promised rebirth. 

Each falling petal landed gently upon the streets, rivers, and even into the hands of young couples who expressed their passion through such delicate gestures. To kiss a petal, sharing it with the one you love in hopes to share a moment of privacy. 

A new found motivation had taken over as in her eyes, she believes everyone deserves a bit of kindness. Though love, true love was something you had to fight for-

Just as the seasons come and go, nothing remains the same. You must fight for what you deem worthy. 

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Y/N-

“So then, what do the blossoms in the trees mean?” Surely even the branches speak to one another!”-His ever growing curiosity grew exponentially as the snow melted. Always in the mood to learn much, much more. 

I smile before picking the perfect spot, just atop a small hill-”Well, I find the symbolism of cherry blossoms to be quite morbid. They serve as the constant reminder that life truly is fleeting. To symbolize life and death. They live only so long, still–they are the embodiment of beauty.”

The rustle of grass below becomes faint as we both lay out the blanket, swiftly claiming our spot. His hands drop the picnic basket right in the center as I cozy up, crossing my legs further tightening my yukata. 

“You make such a tantalizing point. Life is fleeting–always passing us by no matter the circumstance. However, that is the beauty of being mortal. Both growing old, and passing away: these are the things that make being human beautiful.”

My eyes widen as I come to terms with his words as they ripple through my mind. He has always spoken so eloquently. He has such an airy way of speaking–a way of bringing comfort even during the most tense of moments. I will always appreciate him because of this.

“Oh actually! I don't think I ever asked you what your favorite flower is! You’ve filled me with such knowledge, and I am yet to ask you what you find interesting!”-He spoke, continuing the lighthearted tone as he unpacks the basket. A display of finger foods and dessert soon decorate our blanket.

A giggle fell from my lips as I spoke-”You are quite alright! Hmm? If we are talking about the current season, I would have to say the peony is one of my favorites!”

“A peony? I want to say I have seen that flower! Yes! If I can recall, there is a portrait of my mother and father! Her yukata featured multiple buds, one of the patterns looked mighty stretched as her belly carried me!”-He laughed loudly as he spoke fondly of his family.

“Ah, well, if the bloom seemed rather large to begin with it could very well be a peony! The petals are soft to the touch as they ruffle over one another! Your mother has wonderful taste, as the peony is one of my favorites!”

“I can see why! I always believe my mother to be as beautiful as that bud. I would often find myself looking back at that portrait! Please! Do tell me what they mean!”

“You are ever so kind Kyojuro! Especially when speaking on behalf of your family! It seems you have found part of the meaning of the peony. Happiness, honor, and love.”

“You flatter me so Y/N!”-He spoke softly as his fingers teased the rim of his cup, his voice trailing off to the distance leaving room for me to continue. 

“I have known you for quite some time Kyojuro, I mean what I say. My hope is for you to fulfill the wishes of the peony. As you find all three, that would truly solidify my own happiness my friend.”

I felt as though I was ready to pour myself to him, giving him all the more reason to have faith in his journey. To find the one that will bring him peace in its purest form. While kind, he holds back something. If anyone is deserving of happiness, it is him.

“And what of you? Why haven't you been spoken for just yet? I can’t seem to remember a time where you boasted about the pure bliss of sheer romance!”-His cheeks turned into a tinted red as his eyes focused back at mine. A glossy layer adding such a beautiful shine to his fiery gaze. 

“Hmm? Why, these are quite loaded! I suppose I am yet to find someone willing to share their life with me.”-Lies fall from my lips just like poison. My heart has spoken for me since day one, but fear drags me back.

“Well, how about this–just like a peony, I wish you happiness. I wish you goodwill and purity. I am sure you will find all the answers to those never ending questions very soon.”-Goodwill? So it seems he truly has been keeping track of the many flowers that bloom throughout the seasons. 

My lips curved into a smile as I simply brought my head down, acknowledging him with a soft nod. Our wishes to one another nuzzled deep within, bringing a sense of fondness. 

If only you knew.

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“A second visit this week? My, my! What could the occasion be? I fear you will lose your status as Hashira with all this sneaking away!”-I couldn't help but tease him as I swept my porch, starting up my spring cleaning.

“Oh ha ha! They couldn’t get rid of me even if they gave it a valiant effort!”-He spoke confidently as he stood tall. His uniform is wrinkle free and clean. He just got on with no duty! No wonder he decided to show up today–poor thing must be bored. 

“Your confidence never ceases to amaze me! What can I do for you? Perhaps it is time for yet another bouquet?”-I spoke as I continued to sweep my front end. 

“W-Well no…actually. I was hoping I could take you somewhere? J-Just to y’know…”be out there”!-Within an instant, my hands halt their movement as I turn to look at him. He remembers my dream? My dream to simply be free to do as I please? To see our world beyond my own town. 

I remember that conversation. We kept going back and forth even after that day! Always brainstorming different ideas of what we could potentially do together! 

“Kyojuro? Goodness! Yes! Let me pack up shop!”-Dropping my broom quickly, I immediately waste zero time in collecting myself and closing shop way earlier than typical. The chime of my bell rang twice. 

The first being when I rushed through, reorganizing my mess while moving all around. Buckets of flowers pushed to the side, as I put up each vase left out atop my shelves. 

The second chime rang as I slowly made my way back out to him. A glance at my own reflection as I pass by a small mirror that hung right by my door–alone with him and away from town? 

There is a first for everything.

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Kyojuro-

That chime rang through my ears as my attention drew back to her. Not much time had passed since, and yet, she came out looking much different. The flush in her face had become apparent, as if she no longer wanted to hide herself. 

Good. 

“Ready little flame?”-I held out my arm instinctively, almost as if this felt right to begin with. A simple nod gave her away as she shyly hooked her delicate arm around mine. Oh goodness, if only you knew. If you knew much sooner how I felt, I wonder how many times I would have been able to keep you this close. 

As we walk side by side, neither of us has spoken a word since our departure. This peaceful silence as we continued our stroll was perfectly welcomed as we simply enjoyed one another.

Mrs. Hayashi had met my eyes as I watched her walk on the opposite side of the street. Her arm interlocked with her grandson as he accompanied his new wife. Her eyes sparkled as she lowered her head slightly, silently giving her blessing. The happiness felt had easily transferred over to those closest to Y/N–she is truly one to leave an everlasting impression. 

“If I may ask, where do you plan on taking me Kyojuro?”-The silence broke as her gentle voice spoke up, eager to know our destination. 

“I intend for our destination to remain a surprise, but I can assure you, we aren't far off. I just hope you don't see me differently after today. You mean a lot to me Y/N.”

Her arm tightened around mine as I heard a slight hum escape from her lips. 

“Full of surprises I see? What did I do to deserve such a wonderful man by my side?”-Her words were effortless. 

“By your side? Hmm! Perhaps this is where I belong?”

“Perhaps…”

Her voice trailed off leaving room for our imagination to run wild-

Eventually, the street became a dirt trail, full bloom cherry blossom trees line up the path. Torii standing tall as we both approach- 

“Kyojuro? Is this?”

“Yes. Shall we?”-Taking a deep breath, I kept her by my side all while bowing slightly. A sign of respect to the dead. She had followed suit, and every now and then, her eyes would find me once again. 

Our walk soon came to a slow pace as we reached the end of the trail–we’re here.

“Kyojuro?”-She spoke softly as she soon came to realize.

“This is where I come often to visit my mother. Sometimes I visit with my younger brother, Senjuro. He was so little when our mother passed.”

We stood across from her tombstone. The Rengoku family name engraved-

“He remembers little to nothing of her. He relies solely on my own recollection of such a courageous woman. She filled me with so much love.”-As I fell to my knees, my hands clasped together as I began a silent prayer. 

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Hello again mother. I hope you are well. Today, I have brought the one I have been telling you about for the past few months. 

Mother. I am content. Since your passing, my days have felt incomplete without your bright presence. But somehow, the heavens have blessed me after roaming alone for so long. I do not know what I have done to deserve such light, but I promise, with your blessing–I shall remain by her side.

Mother. I am in love. Since your passing, you have never once left my heart. I think of you day and night. But now, I have made room for another woman who holds a special place in my heart. I hope I make you proud mother. 

Please, watch over us.

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As I reopen my eyes, the light fills my senses. Slowly, I turn to witness the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her head stayed low as she prayed right alongside me–her heart is pure.

I wonder what she is talking to you about mother? I hope she means well, especially when talking about me! I’m still just as boisterous as ever! I’m not as picky now as you may remember me to be mother! She has taught me a lot about flowers! The language flowers speak is simply beautiful, I wonder if you ever knew such a fact. Flowers speaking? Foreign I know! 

But, I wouldn't have it any other way with her. 

Her head rose as she finally laid her respect down. A smile curved upon her lips as the wind picked up, blowing through her delicate locks. In an instant, her gaze meets mine. Though, something once slightly hidden now made itself known. Her face spoke a thousand words-

“Kyojuro. This is beautiful. I want to thank you for bringing me here today. I shall forever be grateful to meet the woman who has raised such a tender boy.”

My eyes had illuminated the fire that I kept at bay within me. She truly understands me. There is no malice here, Y/N sees me. Just as she did. My memories are joyful because of you mother, but now, I wish to create new ones with her-

“I must ask, however, the bouquets? Two dozen roses? I don’t recall you placing this order with me!”-She gasped playfully as she placed her hand over her heart. 

“Have you found another?”

Never.

“Oh goodness no! I simply wanted to continue the surprise!”-I chuckled softly as I firmly grabbed the end of one specific bouquet. The roses are still tightly kept in their place. 

“Roses are special, and can be given year round. Like many other flowers, the rose carries its own symbolism. For instance, I gifted my mother an assortment of colors, as to signify how I feel so much more than love for her. Gratitude, compassion, and friendship are just a few feelings that I hope reaches her from beyond.”

“Ah, I see that you truly have taken this to heart. How exciting Kyojuro!”-Her voice lingered as did her eyes. Knelt by my side, she shifted towards me. Her cheeks had dusted into a beautiful hue, adding on the most desirable color to her smooth skin. Her mouth had opened ever so slightly as she continued eagerly. 

“A-And the red roses?”

I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine as it soon became my turn to flush. There is no going back now–as if I ever would. 

“An observant eye you have always had my little flame-”

Give me the strength to make her mine mother. 

Just then, the wind had picked up, sending a herd of cherry blossom petals to fly through. Whether by sheer coincidence or not, something from beyond our world had spoken to me. The warm spring air acted as my guide as it carried a small petal snug into her locks. My guard had loosened as my gaze softened at such a wondrous sight. 

My hand raised slowly as I plucked the gentle petal from her hair. My fingers dared to linger-

“The red rose symbolizes all that make a potentially great love story. True romance captured all in one bloom. Passion, desire, admiration–everything I feel, for you.”

The Earth within that moment had stopped moving. The world around stood still, becoming something we never knew before. The woman that sits across from me now has my heart at the palm of hands–I belong to only her. 

“Kyojuro Rengoku…”-My name fell from her lips as a hushed whisper. The look in her eye is something I will lock into memory. A new one, like I had wished to create. 

“Y/N, please, accept my confession with care. My heart now lays vulnerable in your hands.”-My fingers that dared to linger, now caressed her supple cheek as I felt her lean into my palm. Our warmth sets our bodies ablaze. 

“Kyojuro Renogku. You have always had such a way with words, rendering me utterly speechless. In return, I vow to always take care of your heart. I accept you with open arms.”

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The hint of a wind chime rang somewhere along the distance as the man sat across from the woman of his dreams. The look of unadulterated love had crept up slowly. That wind chime, a familiar tune from a distant memory of Kyojuro. 

The bouquet of love was now shared in between the two as the distance had soon closed. Their foreheads had linked together as they shared a moment of pure bliss, finding comfort and warmth within each other. 

“Mother. Springtime made way for rebirth.”

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authors note:well hello there. teehee! okie okie! so what we think? i'm super happy with the way this all came together! especially the goat mrs. hayashi lmaooo! fun fact, she's based on an actual filo woman i knew growing up. filipina's get more ruthless the older we get man. very persistent! (where are the grandbabies?) i wanted to also add in some seasonal fluff because my head has been in christmas land since june. (hashira christmas hc's incoming?) please send kelp. oh oh! and of course! i had to pay respects to one of the many best mamas of kny! ruka brainrot is also really real guys. i love the rengoku family so mach wah! alrighty! time to work on some more kny stuff! thank you for taking the time to read! take care and until next time!

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many thank! -babbi₊˚⊹♡

-09/25/23

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Thank you @bbcphile @deepbluewithyellow @kingsandbastardz @potahun @seventh-fantasy @redemption-revenge and @heyyo-heyyo for tagging me! Sorry for y'all waiting for days, the procrastination demons got to me ;-;

3 ships you like: Oh dear. How do I pick only three!! Okay, here are some that have been on my mind the most these past few weeks.

Liansanjiao from Mysterious Lotus Casebook. Kinda obvious but I adore every side and the whole of this triangle.

Moshang from SVSSS. Ice Demon Lord and his pathetic hamster man. God and his most beloved blorbo. Fucking clowns. They have the range.

Chengqing from The Untamed !!! They are both so very alike and understand each other better than anyone else possibly could. They could have chosen each other, but never begrudge the other for not doing so either. I'm obsessed with how doomed they are in canon and how perfect they would've been if they'd ever gotten a chance.

First ship ever: Solangelo! I was a gay teen and this was my first gay ship and I went insane about them for a solid year.

Last song you heard: 天下 by Zhang Jie!! Been slightly obsessed with it since I heard it being performed at the MLC concert.

Favorite childhood book(s): Oh, there are so many. The first Percy Jackson series my beloved. The Ajaya dulogy, which is a retelling of the epic Mahabharata from the perspective of the Kauravas (conventionally the bad guys) and rewired my entire brain. ANNE OF GREEN GABLES!! Also was in love with the James Herriot books so much.

Currently reading: Finishing my Good Omens re-read! I also started Geetanjali Shree's रेत समाधि (Tomb of Sand), reading the original Hindi and the English Translation simultaneously! (Kind of an experiment. It has very short chapters, so I read each in Hindi and then in English before moving on to the next.)

Currently watching:

Dead Friend Forever - Thai slasher/murder mystery/psychological thriller/BL (airing weekly, one episode left!)

House MD - Medical Malpractice Georg my beloved (rewatching after a long, long time. Save me unhinged autistic man. save me.)

Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna, Season 2 - JAPANESE LESBIANS FALLING IN LOVE OVER FOOD!!! I AM THRIVING

Currently consuming: Tea :)

Currently craving: The inspiration to write something absolutely devastating or utterly silly. Also a donut.

Tagging @fangdoubing @mx-myth @difeisheng @linacies @toppingjeffsatur @t4tadrienette @tejoxys @salamander89 @wuxia-vanlifer (no pressure ofc) and really anyone who wants to give it a go! Especially if you've spotted me lurking in your notes!!

[inhuman-obey-me]

Just wanted to stop by and say how absolutely satisfying your guys’ account is to me. 🤭 I’ve read almost all of your work, and wow. It scratches a very specific itch in my brain when it comes to the specifics of obey me, and I love how you also incorporate other biblical demons into the work, with their own respective personalities. The world building is perfect, and the art is pretty. You guys are better writers than the actual Obey Me! Team. I apologize for nothing, keep up the amazing work

-anon who loves yalls page so much (it’s literally the only place I go to when I’ve fully ravished the obey me demonic nature tag)

^ that's been us since this ask came in a couple weeks ago 😭😭😭 Thank you so so much!!!!! This was so incredibly sweet to receive and makes us so very happy and really strokes our egos. We're just creating our silly little things for our own niche interest intersections, so we're so happy that other people also seem to enjoy those niche interests! The OM world is so fun to explore and the devs throw in their own demonology research from time to time, so we like getting to play with that and just adding...more of it.

We hope we can continue to satisfy your cravings for more demonic content and ahhhh thank you again so much!!!

[wolfieloveswade]

Get To Know Me: 4 Characters From TV/Movies I Relate To:

1.) Willow Rosenberg from Buffy The Vampire Slayer

like Willow I can relate to being silly yet very intelligent, nerdy, battling with the need to be in control of things but then realizing that all I can do is really control myself

2.) Harvey Dent From Batman

Harvey wants more than anything to be a good person and for others to do the same, he has anger issues and at times it's his downfall, despite his anger issues, Harvey is a very loving and gentle person, I can relate to this so much

3.) Eddie Munson From Stranger Things

Eddie's a Metalhead, no one understands him except for his small circle of friends, society looks down on him, expects the worst from him, but who he really is is a sweetheart, he's accepting of anyone because he knows what it's like to be different, he's a loyal friend and just wants to be treated with respect

4.) Buffy Summers From Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Buffy is chosen to be a leader of her generation, it's her job to make sure that the world is safe from evil, I may not kill monster like Buffy but I am a Lightworker/an Elevated Soul, I am a cycle breaker,

what Buffy wants more than anything is to have a normal life, she wants to be with the man that she loves, she wants her friends to be safe and happy

I myself wish I could have a normal life, I never had a normal life, I came from and grew up in chaos, what I crave more than anything is to have a normal, happy life filled with love and friends

+ 2 Other Honorable Mentions +

John Connor from The Terminator

John is another Chosen One I can relate to, Chosen Ones are usually the cycle breakers, the unexpected Heroes and so on, they don't mind kicking demon ass since it is their job but they also crave normalcy and happiness

Frank Castle From The Punisher

Frank has PTSD and wants revenge, I too have complex ptsd and want revenge

I also have a tough exterior but that's so I can protect myself

people assume the worst about me but I'm one of the good guys

@mrbubblesnake

[kagakumo]

a study of ... APATHY, the love for everyone, in search of lilies, the messenger, raised as god, inhumanity, the beauty in being human, the fear of death, welcoming death as much as life, craving family.

kimetsu no yaiba DEMON SLAYER multimuse frozen by nami

basic rules!!

this blog is not spoiler free!! i will be tagging all of my threads and posts that have spoilers with "kny spoilers" so just block that if you aren't caught up!!

i am not my muses!! please don't equate the beliefs of my muses to my own :'D

i won't hold back my muses, especially my villains.

you are welcome to injure and kill my muses!! all i ask us that we plot it out!!

formatting wise i use small text and i italicize my dialogue. let me know if you need normal sized text or anything else adjusted c:

nami is a freelance animator actively looking for jobs, so my activity might be spotty!!

i will never rush you for a reply. i will wait forever and a half and even longer!! we all have lives outside of rp and this should be a hobby, not a job! so no stress c: let's have fun and write our silly guys!!

muse list

canon.

doma | upper moon | primary

rui | lower moon | primary

kagaya ubuyashiki | demon slayer corp | primary

aoba hashibiri | botanist | primary

muichiro tokito | hashira | secondary

kokushibo | upper moon | secondary

oc.

silva | sun-eyed demon | primary

[a-lil-bi-furious]

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Last movie: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Last show: My Demon (Netflix)

Last song: "Traitor" by Olivia Rodrigo

Song stuck in my head: "Horns of Plenty" from The Hunger Games score (it's what plays when they're in the chariots)

Favorite color: I really love deep reds (like wine), blue-greys, and also deep greens (especially with blue undertones)

Currently reading: way too many things. Technically The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (for fun), René Descartes' Meditations on First Philosophy (for a philosophy course I've been putting off), the collection of poems From Sand Creek by Simon Ortiz (for a Native American literature course), and several articles for other classes.

Currently watching: My Demon and sporadic episodes from The Vampire Diaries season 2

Next on your to watchlist: Might try the Kdrama Goblin if I can find it to stream

Currently consuming: shockingly ✨water✨ (please hold your applause until the end of the post)

Currently craving: REST 😭 I need a whole break from existence. coma could be nice.

Sweet/spicy/savory: like them all, but I'm definitely a sweets person. gimme the baked goods and no one gets hurt.

Relationship status: forcibly engaged to my studies

Current obsession: I mean the true answer is my silly little OC's that live in my head, but I suppose Alice in Borderland is still in obsessive territory

3 favorite foods: pie, soup, coffee things

Last thing you googled: something like "slithery snake guy" to find this video to show my friends

Dream trip: I don't have anything specific in mind atm, but going somewhere warmer with cool waterfalls and lakes and pretty greenery everywhere and good food with some people I care about sounds nice. Does that count?

Anything I want right now: to take my brain out of my head, thoroughly scrub every little crevice, put it in the fridge for a while, then put it back in. I think that would fix me.

tagging with no pressure at all to play: @welldressedllama @blairwaldcrf @heslikefireandiceandrage @rhyslahey 😊