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cupids-chamber · 10 months

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| Overblot!Azul Ashengrotto x Reader — “ COLD INK “ Commissioned by an anonymous user Commision me here_

Gender Neutral Reader (You/Your prns), Suggestive themes (No outright sex scenes, but suggests and/or implies it, depends on the reader), Possessive behavior/Yandere content (Do not romanticize this sort of behavior in real life), Bdsm? (No sexual scenes, just implied arousal/excitement from pain), Implied consent/Dubcon? (Reader doesn’t explicitly consent to Azul’s actions, but doesn’t mind it), All characters are aged up (This is due to the fact, that depending on how you read the story, it can imply certain things), Do not try this at home.

Carefully you traveled throughout the halls of what was once the Octavinelle Dormitory. The entire environment and surroundings of the dorm and the beautiful violet halls were much darker than before, gloomy.. Leaking and doused with ink, the walls stank with the putrid smell of it as well. You tried your best to walk into a safer area, careful steps, trying not to make much noise and most definitely not to slip and fall given the ink that surrounded the halls, were slick and slippery. One wrong move, and you could’ve gotten caught in God knows what. You took a deep breath, going through the intercrete and lavishly made dormitory, a part of you feared the overblot's, and hence why you're hiding out in here. You had figured that it would be much easier to hide indoors, rather than outdoors, where your housewarden was, in all his glory.

You still remember the piercing blue eyes as he glared at you and then grinned, while you ran into the dorm once more, running as far away from him as you could. The sickening stench of ink that drowned the walls of your once glorious dorm, only reminded you of the horrifying sight you had witnessed—It was abnormal, the transformation, and how the entire dorm had followed in the steps of it's very own housewarden converting to a more corrupt mindset as his negative thoughts overruled his positive ones.

It had been a good twenty minutes or over, as you roamed the halls, each hall growing more and more darker and ominous, as you’re reminded of the hazy image of Azul in your head. You had long since taken off your shoes, to stop yourself from leaving a trail of ink in a path that led back to you...

Your thoughts had blurred quite a bit, as well.. The putrid smell melting your thoughts and consciousness, it was getting harder to breathe and if you hadn't known any better, you were sure the walls were closing in on you, as if they were guiding you somewhere. The space itself was suffocating, as the image of Azul’s wicked smirk replayed in your head, like a broken radio, the way he looked at you and then smiled.. The scene replayed in your head so many times, until eventually it began to blur and you couldn't even remember how his overblot form truly looked, only colors and a blurry vision of the same little clip that kept replaying in your head for the past hour.

It didn't take long for you to grow tired, and nauseous. The smell of rotten ink was suffocating you, heavy breathes left your mouth. You felt sick, your gut turning and twisting, and the ink made you feel completely out of it, it was as if the ink was all over you, it wasn't. But you could feel it all over you, practically taste its spoiled flavor all over your tongue. The disgusting and revolting black gooey substance haunted you at every corner of the dorm, and for a moment you began regretting coming in here, praying for a way out... But there was no way out, hours of opening doors and finding no exit, no safe place, no area uncovered, without a speck of ink.

It wasn't long till your legs had given up on you, you were tired. Your breathing was unstable, eyes struggling to keep open, as you tried your best not to fall asleep amidst the messy halls, somehow attempting to crawl into a safer area, somewhere... anywhere, where the revolting scent and sight of rotten ink didn't keep threatening you.. And that was the last thing you really could remember, your heart thumping harshly in your chest, body threatening to give up on you and then.. pitch black, deep into slumber, and you couldn't even tell where exactly you had ended up by the time your consciousness had left you.

You slowly blinked, vision blurry and distorted, you couldn't see anything yet, your eyesight failing you once more. There were large tentacle-like things that had been wrapped around you, on your legs and hips, holding you in place. Their grip wasn’t as tight as one would expect, lightly holding your tired body in place. Your entire body ached, soar from the physical strain of the events that had occurred right before your slumber hit—especially your back, which was flushed red and pained, from the awkward position you were forced in during your slumber. You could only assume how much your unconscious state was pushed around.

Your mind hadn't yet registered just how much of a dire situation you were currently in, your mind felt numb as if still recovering and registering all the events that had led you here.. before you fainted… Until you felt something cold, yet soft, slither up your thighs.

Your lips parted slightly as your mouth opened a bit, on display. Your breath hitched as the sudden dryness in your throat had hit you, causing you to let out a hoarse noise. Your vision was still blurry, and your heart began to thump loudly as there was a sharp ring in your ears, but somehow— you were still able to register that soft laugh.

Azul chuckled a bit, hands traveling up your thighs, the larger tentacles that had once held you in place were gone, just a smaller one holding you firmly in place, by your upper waist. Azul’s hands softly gripped your hips, the harsh marks, the tentacles that had previously gripped and forced you down, left a raw and fresh bruise, that his nails happily dug into, causing you to harshly hiss through your gritted teeth, eyes growing a bit wider than before. His mouth grazed over your neck, "Did that hurt?", he whispered, feigning innocence as his breath ghosted over your sensitive skin. — You remained silent, which only caused him to dig his nails deeper into your bruises, harshly digging through your flesh— So close to drawing blood, yet he’d stop right before that.

Azul smiled as he watched your facial expressions change, the way your mouth remained slightly a-gaped, he moved one of his cold hands, slithering up your body before lifting up your chin, he looked directly into your glossy eyes, hazed while tears threatened to fall from the torment.

"This won't do", he murmured softly into your ears, before harshly biting down onto your neck, leaving a bright mark. His teeth dug into your soft skin, blood dripping out of the fresh wound that had been formed from the sudden onslaught, causing you to whimper as tears began to fall, the pain affecting you more than usual. — He grazed his tongue over the new wound, licking off the blood, which only resulted in you letting out involuntary noises. He hummed softly, as your eyes began to roll back from the pain and maybe even pleasure.

Azul only giggled watching you wither and squirm, dragging his nails through your back, leaving long strides of nail marks and bruises, his lips ghosting over your own before he dragged you into a soft kiss, that became all the more forceful. — You could practically taste and feel the raw ink on his tongue, cold and unsavory, but his movements turned soft as his hands grazed over the bare bruises he had left on you.

When Azul had finally felt as if he had done enough, he stopped. You weren't sure if any part of your body was left unmarked, unbruised.. eyes glossy and red, from the amount of times you had cried, your throat was aching and in pain, it was dry from the lack of water, yet any noise that had left you made it worse. Azul lifted your chin up, gently pouring water into your mouth—It was cold, just like his touch. A bit of the water drizzled down from the corners of your mouth, from his careless movements as he fed you.

You could barely speak nor move, when he had picked you up, hands gently gliding over the bruises and wounds all over your body, causing your breath to hitch, and your eyes shut tightly.. Without a single care, he harshly pressed down on an aching wound, causing your eyes to water as you let out a shaky loud gasp, as he laughed softly at your state. "Are you hurt?", he asked apologetically, feigning guilt— you would've believed him had he not been smiling, ".. I'll get you something to eat.. after all, you'll have to get used to this'', he whispered the last part, humming softly, and you couldn't quite hear it over the harsh thumbing in your heart and ears.

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yawnzbf · 2 months

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COMPETITION

RAFAYEL X GN READER (YOU PRNS USED)

,,rafayel and you are fighting for the same position in the company, as a test and to measure your capabilities, you both are assigned to work on a project together whose results will decide your and Rafayel's fate in the company

,,kind of different from my other fics, this is very plot oriented, there is only one scene with actual physical contact, enemies to tolerable colleagues to may be smth? Fluff!!

,,honestly just read, it's cute, yes the banner needed some re touches but a bitch is tired yk ?

The morning sunlight spilled into the office, highlighting the tension in the air as you and Rafayel both eyed each other warily. The receptionist informed you that the decision for the job would be made by the end of the day, and until then, you were stuck together like mismatched puzzle pieces working on a project regarding the ‘HUNTERS’- company’s most recent client.

You scowled at Rafayel, who shot you a smug grin. "wow not even a good luck before we start? Who knew you were such a hard-hearted person”

Rolling your eyes, you shot back, "I'd say 'good luck,' but I'm not sure even luck can help you."

As you begrudgingly settled into your designated workspace, his remarks never ceased to stop. Rafayel couldn't resist making snarky comments about your choice of music, your slow typing speed, the way your glasses hung low on your nose bridge going on and on.

“seriously, I don’t want to hear that from someone who eats kale chips for breakfast,” you finally retaliated, eyes narrowed at him as his hand stopped mid-way on the way to his mouth with the said chip in his hand.

“hey! They’re a fine delicacy unlike your cereal you call breakfast,” he retorted defensively.

There was no use in arguing with this man, you concluded. Instead of collaborating seamlessly, you found yourselves arguing over the best approach, each trying to outshine the other. After countless ideas and rejections, somehow finding a common ground, and you both finalized an outline for the project to follow.

During the break, you both ended up in the office kitchen, glaring at each other across the counter. Rafayel smirked, holding up a bag of kale chips.

"Care for some gourmet snacking, Y/N?"

You scoffed, grabbing a chocolate bar from the shelf. "I'll stick to something edible, thanks."

The end of the break, marked the beginning of the actual start of the project which needed data transferring, spreadsheet making, logo finalizing and what not.

Rafayel leaned over, peering at your spreadsheet. "Are you sure this is organized? It looks like a maze in there."

You shot him a glance. "At least my maze has a treasure at the end, unlike yours, which seems to lead to nowhere."

He chuckled, fingers tapping on the keyboard. "You may have a point. Maybe I'll take a detour through your maze and find that treasure."

You sighed at the remark. “Can you complete the ppt first? It looks like a unicorn came and puked all over it,”

“shut up,”

“fine, but don’t blame me when you’re kicked out of the office,” you say, resuming your work.

At the comment, rafayel turned back around with a pout, tapping and typing away working on the slides once again. As Rafayel leaned back, he ran a hand through his hair, loosening the carefully styled strands. His pout transformed into a satisfied smirk as he glanced at the revised slides.

"There you go, a toned-down unicorn vomit, just for you."

You pretended to inspect it carefully, "thank you for your kind cooperation, your majesty,”

Rafayel chuckled at your mock formality. "You're welcome, my dear subject. It's not every day one gets the honour of witnessing such an act of kindness."

At one point, Rafayel suggested a bold idea for the project, to which you raised an eyebrow. "Oh, because nothing says 'professionalism' like turning our client's logo into a dancing holographic cat. Brilliant."

Rafayel grinned, undeterred. "Hey, clients love surprises! Plus, who wouldn't want a holographic cat?"

You sighed in mock defeat. "Sure, because when I think of a top-tier security company, the first thing that comes to mind is a feline hologram."

As Rafayel clicked through the slides, presenting the ppt to the hiring team, you couldn't shake off the growing sense of embarrassment. The colors were more vibrant than anticipated, and the whimsical fonts seemed to dance across the screen in a chaotic display.

Feeling the weight of the awkward silence, you shot Rafayel a worried glance. To your surprise, he subtly took your hand in his, fingers intertwining in a reassuring grip. It was a quiet gesture, hidden from the prying eyes of the hiring team but felt deeply by you.

Emboldened by the unexpected support, you steadied yourself as Rafayel continued the presentation, his confidence unwavering.

As the presentation concluded, the awkward silence was broken by the head of the team bursting into laughter, followed by the rest of the members. You exchanged a shocked yet relieved look with Rafayel as the laughter echoed through the room.

Rafayel leaned over, his grip on your hand subtly tightening. "Looks like we've left them speechless."

“don’t jinx it!” you whisper yelled.

You were still processing the situation, when the hiring head spoke "Well, that was certainly... unexpected," the head remarked, still chuckling. "You two have managed to bring a unique touch to our usual presentations. Would you like to assist the creative head together?”

As the shared position was announced, Rafayel gave your hand a final reassuring squeeze.

#yawnzbf #gn reader #male reader #love and deepspace gn reader #love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #office #rafayel x reader #rafayel x gn reader

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mammoney-y · 11 months

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Hi hi! May I request how you think the brothers would react to a trans (gender neutral) Mc? Or just your favorites, I don't mind.

Please feel free to take your time or/and ignore the ask.

--V.X

I didn’t know if you wanted the reader to be transitioned before they went to Devildom, but imma assume that the reader went into Devildom pre-transition I hope you don’t mind

🫐The Brothers Reacting to a trans mc

Pairing(s) platonic! Demon bros x reader

Genre: Fluff

GN reader (they/them prns used)

CW: small mention of transphobia on Beel’s parts, cringy dialogue

☆ Lucifer

When you told him he definitely made a little shocked face then regained his composure

But you better believe that it fueled his feelings of pride when you told him first

He will Never misgender you…..like he will not do that

If you’re not out to the rest of the bros, and you’re not ready to tell them yet he’ll refrain from using pronouns and he’ll use your name… like I said once he finds out he won’t misgender you

If you are ready to tell them but you feel anxious he’ll give them a super long lecture about the lgbtq+ and about your identity

He’ll punish them if they misgender you even if it’s done accidentally

Like if Belphie was half awake and accidentally slipped up he’s hanging upside down and Lucifer is forcing him to stay awake

Even worse if it’s a low ranking demon 💀

Luci can and will tear a low tank demon apart if they dare misgender you

If you ever feel dysphoric Luci will comfort you but it’s a bit awkward since he can’t really relate

Lucifer will contact Solomon (much to luci’s dismay) to see if he can cast a spell on you so you can get your ideal body or something

☆ Mammon

He acted like he knew what it was (he did not) then researched all night

Mammon will not look stupid in front of his human!

His search history consisted of this:

Trans human

What does trans mean?

How much Grimm is transgender?

Is it expensive being trans?

Trans merch

Trans people simply explained

Trains?

You’ll wake up with pride merch in your room…..it’s the cringy target merch 💀

When you walk in his room he’s wearing a shirt that was the words “my friend is a transformer” or something like that and he looks at you with a goofy grin

“Hey! Human don’t ya feel honored? I, the great Mammon bought ya gifts!”

he tried it’s the thought that counts

If you’re not ready to tell the others he’s confused

Like you told him so why can’t you tell the others??

He starts blushing when you told him that you trusted him the most

Then he gets all cocky like “of course you wanted to tell the great Mammon first! I’m amazing!”

He chews out low ranking demons if they misgender you

He probably outted you to the brothers accidentally

Like one of them uses the wrong pronouns and Mammons sees the upset look on your face and he snaps

“Oi! MC goes by they/them! Ya got that?!”

Instantly feels bad and locks himself in his room because he thinks he upset you

He gasses you up if your feeling dysphoric

Constant praise and love from him to make you feel better

“Of course ya pass MC! Those low ranks don’t got nothin’ on ya! You’re amazing!”

He expects the same when he’s feeling sad

☆ Levi

Please explain it to him in anime terms if you don’t wanna be there for the rest of eternity

Since he won’t understand he’ll think your pranking him or making fun of him

“Of course you’re pranking a yucky, gross otaku like me….”

After like 100 anime references he’ll understand

“Ok so like the TSL side character Yuki! They accompanied the lord of the shadow in the live action adaptation and they were trans like you and-”

Levi will also get really blushy and flustered that you told him first

Like you wanted to tell a gross otaku like him your secret?? He’s honored-

He compares you to other trans anime characters to make you feel cool….it works?

He also buys cosplays of said characters in hopes of you cosplaying with him (you’ll never hear him admit that)

Once you tell the others he feels weirdly jealous? Like he knew it was bound to happen but he liked having a secret with you-

He’s constantly telling the others that he knew first so they shouldn’t think they’re special lmao

He Rages when you get misgendered like almost Satan level rage

Like those worthless low ranks think they can say that to you?! Hell no

He’ll mutter insults towards them under his breath and will probably get Lotan to deal with them

He gets in trouble the next day but it’s worth it

If you went to him feeling dysphoric he won’t know what to do

He’s the worst at comforting out of all the brothers

He ends up cuddling with you in his tub? Bed? He’s blushing the whole time

☆ Satan

He likes to read about humans and such so when he read a book about the trans community he suspected something about you

Satan knows what you are

When you told him he had a grin on face glad that he was right and glad that you trusted him more than Lucifer

“Hmm..you’re trans? I had a suspicion but I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. Oh you didn’t tell Lucifer yet, you trust me more than him? That’s amazing.”

Although he already knows a lot about the subject he’s always reading up on the subject because it intrigues him

No one dares talk bad about you or misgender you when satans around

Like they wanna live to see the next day💀

But if they do…may the lord forgive them because Satan won’t

Threatens the brothers when you tell them

Rubs it in Lucifer’s face that you told him first

He gotta kill that pride somehow 🤷🏽

If you go to him feeling dysphoric he reads to you while you rest your head in his lap

Or he’ll make you some tea and lets you rant about your feelings

☆ Asmo

Asmo was ECSTATIC when you told him

He was probably the only brother to make a big deal out of it tbh

“Ah! Darling you told me first? Hehe I’m so glad, come to me if you ever need help♡~”

He’s already giving you makeovers based on your preference, he can make you look femme or masc, whatever you want

He takes you out to get a new wardrobe the moment you tell him

If someone misgenders you accidentally he’ll correct them passive aggressively

“For someone that claims to know MC you don’t seem to know their right pronouns, maybe pay more attention, hon.”

But if it’s on purpose he’ll tear that demon’s confidence down to the ground, like if that demon thought highly of themselves they definitely don’t when Asmo’s done

He also buys you pride merch but it’s not cringy like Mammon’s dw

Asmo will never let you feel dysphoric, the moment he suspects something you’re bombarded with compliments and the two of you are having a spa day

☆ Beel

Poor Beel nearly choked on his food when you randomly told him-

He looked at you shocked, smiled and then gave you some food

“You’re trans? Mhm thanks for trusting me enough to tell me. Here have some food you look tense.”

He already knows about the lgbtq so no explanation was needed

He won’t tell the brothers if you’re not ready, but he’s ready to be there for emotional support when you are

Most demons think that Beel won’t do anything about you being misgendered because he’s chill but they’re so wrong 💀

Beel gets pissed if someone misgenders you

If a demon is blatantly being transphobic to you Beel’s chill demeanor does a complete flip

He was just munching a second ago and now he’s standing right beside you glaring at the demon, menacingly

“It’ll be better for you if you apologize to MC, I don’t wanna hurt anyone…well in front of MC at least.”

He likes to make you food when you’re feeling dysphoric because “delicious food can make anyone feel better”

☆ Belphie

When you first told him he was half awake so he murmured something and went to sleep

“Huh? Oh..good for you, come lay with me.”

So when you told him again when he was actually awake he gave a better? response

“Ok? That doesn’t change the way I feel about you..now let’s take a nap”

Out of all of the brothers his reaction is the most nonchalant

That’s not to say that he doesn’t care, he loved that you trusted him enough to tell him

He just doesn’t want to make you feel weird by acting differently because you’re trans

He would actually kill anyone who misgenders you, he doesn’t care who it is

You’d have to rip Belphie off of the demon to get him to stop

He’d just stare at you innocently before saying that “they should’ve thought before they spoke, so it wasn’t my fault”

You probably don’t wanna go to Belphie if you feel dysphoric cause most likely he’s sleeping

But if he finds out he’ll play with your hair, eventually falling asleep

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bimpiggy · 1 year

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Hi! I'm 28 yo and so excitd to start this journey with you!

I'm determined to find if i want to be a filthy disgusting pig or a stupid empty bimbo! Both make me so frckg wet! I guess we'll see! - up date : wayyy more dumb dumb bumbo then piggy rigt now!

Either way i want to be treated like I'm dumb and i don't know anything. Cause I'm dumb and I don't know anything of course cause i'm a female!

Please send me ton of stuff to help me along the way for my transformation!

⭐ ALSO NOT PLAYING WITH ANYONE RIGHT NOW THANK YOU!!! ⭐

Totally into : ⭐ Degradation ⭐ Humiliation ⭐ Being prn ⭐ Misoginy ⭐ Hypnosis ⭐ Empty Head ⭐ Corruption ⭐ Being used ⭐ Pee play ⭐ As* play and plenty more things! Come and ask!

Totally not into : ✢ Incest regarding my family ✢ Drinking pee and anything scat ✢ Sharing my face ✢ Making scars

#degrade kink #humiliation kink #dumbification #bimbo girl

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cherrykamado · 1 year

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A PROMISE. — PART 02.

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➤ ㅤㅤWARNINGS :ㅤaged up characters. fem reader (she/her prns). violence. major canonical characters death mentioned. dubcon. use of aphrodisiacs. manipulation. mentions of blood. gore. reader has hair. choking. angst. wc= 6.2k.

➤ ㅤㅤNOTICE : ㅤㅤminors, ageless & empty blogs do not interact. your age must be in your bio or somewhere accessible. you must be 18 or over to interact with me or my works. reblogs and boosts are always welcome & very much appreciated!

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“Found you.”

Tanjiro’s body moves faster and he jumps backwards, trying to gain some distance. As if his body was telling him that this demon was bad news for him indeed, his heart races.

She’s fast—!

“You’re fast!” She beams, as if this was a game. Her smile isn’t as sadistic as her tone, but amused, like a child who’s found a new toy, perhaps.

He, in counterpart, with gritted teeth is thinking just what he can do. The situation is inevitable, and running away is definitely not an option. Not when there’s so much at stake. He doesn’t stop to think that she’s taken numerous lives, or in fact doesn’t arise any feeling of rejection towards her. Rather than that, his mind resorts all the time to his precious little sister.

To Nezuko’s tender smile.

All of the sudden, he becomes dizzy, his vision blurring and he’s no longer able to see her anymore. Forcing himself to blink, and whenever his eyes open next, he’s in the past — except the view is different. He’s not in there, but he can see her.

That’s not her… That’s not Nezuko…! — he hears the words that fell off his lips as all he could do was watch. That smile whose sweetness is drained, its humanity washed away so it curves upwards, taken over by Muzan’s malice, giving Tanjiro a sight that he would have never wanted to see, and will never be able to erase from his mind. His heart picks up his pace, and his breath turns shallow.

Her laugh, he cannot forget it. He cannot forget the way he was kicking the Upper Moon, over and over, with not an ounce of remorse — but with all the ounces of enjoyment. The joy with which she asserted the demon blow after blow was the one resembling a child who’s found a new toy to play with. Not only did he pick the memory, but right now, he was picking the same scent from back then.

No. No… no, no, no…!

His breath shakes with desperation, the rage is mustered in his inhale and in the trust for a good swing of his sword, maybe something that will immobilize him. His lungs take in his air, and that air transforms into energy that he channels into his blade, performing what the demon learns is something that piques the demon’s interest for the hashira.

“Hinokami… Kagura…” She echoes, in a soft gasp.

And she’s simply just amazed by the perfection. He looks like the sun in the flesh, so bright, so delighting — she’s almost forgotten how the warmth felt against her skin. The flashback of a memory that is not her own pierces her mind from side to side, but it was secondary. She knows that fear is not hers — or at least her admiration for such a breathtaking view makes it secondary.

He launches himself forward and onto her, but mid attack, he notices her smile. That smile that, once again, has his mind deviating to the past in a flash.

So caught up in the beauty of such technique this demon was, so mesmerized she was that she just stood there that it looked as if she just forgot to dodge. When Tanjiro blinks, that oniric face takes the shape of the tenderest smile little Nezuko wore when she was just a baby on her mother’s back, watching their dad perform the dance.

Her big, curious, pink eyes followed each of his steps, bewildered by how gracefully he moved as he performed each of the steps of the breath that has been passed down generation after generation, until it was laid on his hands, roughened and tired with years of hard work and struggle.

His concentration wavers, and therefore he barely manages to assert his attack — had it not been because he pulled himself together at the right moment.

A rhapsody of sanguine red explodes in the afterglow of the attack, and it’s only moments later that a hard thud is heard: it’s her arm that’s fallen to the ground.

His gaze immediately flickers, piercing itself on her figure, and much to his shock, she looks nowhere near as bothered by the attack. In fact, her gaze remains on him and the extinguishing flames around him and his sword, like a child experiencing fireworks for the first time. Her smile widens, stretched over her slacked jaw, while her pupils dilate at the sight.

Tanjiro falls on his knee after the attack, having focused way too much on the impact, but neither on his fall nor the fact that he stopped focusing on his breathing. However, he easily recovers, pulling himself back on his feet, his guard back up. He huffs, his fire extinguishing completely. A droplet of sweat, triggered by the effort and the anxiety that spikes to give him sharper reflexes from now on, rolls down his temple, caressing his jawline all the way up to his chin, until it finally falls to the grass. .

His defensive stance returns the second he sets foot on the floor, yet it’s when he fixes his sight ahead his frown drops. Shock, then, spreads over his face.

She recovered from that attack like it was nothing. How come, if even the upper six suffered when he cut her obi at that moment? It should take her a while to regenerate… Is it part of her power? Could there be a higher concentration of Muzan’s cells in her blood? What even is her rank?

“That was… beautiful.”

Her voice, breathless, dances into his ears; from her scent, he picks nothing that denotes any sort of irony amongst the sweet scent she emanates, but genuine excitement and surprise, yet not a sign of hostility in her.

In fact, the scent is sweet when he breathes it in. For a moment, he feels dizzy — but that might be due to the lack of rest. After all, he’s been up for more hours than he can count, not properly eating either.

“You know, you’re so intriguing.”

At this declaration, he jolts, cringing visibly, but motivated to reinforce his stance, to therefore sharpen his focus. Intriguing, she said. A chill roams his spine all the way up, he feels the same numbness immobilizing his arms, convinced that it is the eeriness in her charismatic demeanor that is evoking such a reaction from him.

“That’s why I’ll play with you a bit longer!” She adds, one leg receding a step, her hands up in a defensive stance as well.

“But…” She stops, lifting a finger in front of herself. “I’ve got one condition.”

A condition? He echoes in his mind, raising an eyebrow in confusion. What could she possibly want?

His verbless reaction is enough response for her to continue.

“Well, you’re the man who has Muzan-sama so interested.” She states, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “So I wanna get to know you.”

And he doesn’t know how to react to the scent that he’s picking up — way sweeter, honeyed — like the scent of tulips. It’s paralyzing, but this time,

The scent is similar to the one he picked up from Mitsuri Kanroji, the ex Love Hashira, especially whenever she and Iguro Obanai, retired Snake Hashira, were together.

“Isn’t it a great idea?”

The anxiety spikes to Tanjiro’s rushed heartbeat, adding tension to his muscles and to his clenched jaw. No, he wants to refute, because that’s absolutely mad. Because there’s no—

Because there’s no time to think — she’s coming to him with a speed that he barely can keep up with, let alone dodge. Thanks to his years of training, his sword moves fast enough, but he struggles to absorb the impact of the blow coming from her bare fist. She’s strong, he’s forced to recognize, amidst the struggle to stop her.

But then, there’s this feeling again: The back of his throat feels dry by her scent, and there’s the unsettling feeling in his body that numbs his arms from the elbows to the hands. His gaze is forcefully drawn to hers, as there’s something different in her now. Her eyes are unmistakable, the mark adorning her irises is the one he feared the most, but also anticipated: An Upper Moon.

Now, if he thought he couldn’t be unluckier today, bumping into a demon like her, would be a way of life telling him that he was doomed.

Especially because of the fact that there’s no rank imprinted in any of her eyes, which makes the worst of the omens arise in the back of his head, screaming danger, screaming so loudly that there’s only darkness ahead.

“Come on! Show me that technique again!” She beams, taking impulse to deliver a kick to him, but this time he’s better prepared. Swinging his sword, he attempts to counterattack, but she makes it look so easy to dodge.

And now it’s blow after blow that seeks to finally connect with him and knock him down. His arms struggle with the weight of the sword, as the numbness keeps on invading his arms, as if his arms, wrists and hands were starting to get cramped with the speed of her attacks. He can barely keep track of her, and she seems just as if she’s dancing, having fun with it.

A kick, another kick, punch, until then she leaves an opening. That’s where he strikes:

“Hinokami Kagura: Dance!”

She jumps backwards, landing on the tips of her toes, but he won’t give her time to rest — breathing in, he feels every cell of his body centering in the here and now, igniting. Another inhale, and he feels his lungs burning, his muscles contracting. Smile never fading, she bolts back at him, but disappears before reaching him.

Behind.

If he had taken even a millisecond longer, she would’ve hit him with her kick.

“Burning bones, summer sun!”

A slash frontwards and he manages to slice off her hand and forearm in half. Then, she falls to the floor, squeezing her trembling arm while splotches and rivulets of blood tint the grass a crimson red. Her hair curtains her pain-contorted expression.

“It hurts…” Her voice is thin and cracked, almost weak for the ear to hear. “It hurts a lot…” She repeats, standing up.

Tanjiro maintains his defensive stance before the oniric hostile, but even with a hostile like that, he must admit that what he’s seen is beautiful. If it’s his mind or not, the scent that dances into his nose strikes him to his very nucleus, and the coldest shiver runs down his spine.

His legs are paralyzed.

“It’s perfect.” She lifts her head, gazing once again into the red haired man. “I’ve never seen something so beautiful...” She confesses.

“Hinokami Kagura… Dance of the Fire God…”

The fire god is no other but the Sun himself.

“That makes you the… Sun Hashira.” She continues her reasoning.

Tanjiro’s eyebrows raise, and shock takes over his features; he’s left at a loss of words. What does that have to do with anything? What does that even contribute to?

The frustration overwhelms him.

“I don’t have time for this!” He roars, charging once again at her.

Nezuko’s waiting for him, he’s reminding himself, his heart not able to do it by itself. In contrast, he’s the one who reminds his heart. There’s still something of her in there, and he cannot risk losing, for her sake. He forces his legs to run despite the fright holding him back, forces his feet to push the floor faster, not minding the strain in his muscles, or the way his lungs are burning at this point, the Hinokami Kagura taking a toll on his lungs.

And he strikes, but much to his bad luck she struck first, sending him flying backwards. There’s a dry, painful thud when his back hits a trunk, bringing the tree down with his collision. The air escapes his lungs and his airway closes all of the sudden, deeming him unable to counterattack in any way. He falls, instead, flat on his back right beside the tree where he was sent to fly.

But now, he cannot move at all. When he blinks, he feels as if he has just blacked out right now, feeling himself slowly regain his senses. The first thing he notices is an increase in the sweet scent, dancing right into his nostrils. The calm pervades his veins, and slowly pumps towards each inch of his strained body, bringing him into a deep state of relaxation.

Then, why isn’t he feeling nowhere near as calm?

He watches her come, but nothing is there he can do, but watch her, as she crouches down. He can’t stop her, his hand won’t move — he’s going to get killed. His hand won’t reach the sword, and she’s straddling him, one leg to each side of his body, hands on each side of his head. Move, he pleads his body, with gritted teeth and submerged in despair, but his body, this time, won’t obey.

“You know,” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, “I challenged you because I know I was going to win.”

Outrage. Anger. Venom.

“I haven’t—”

I haven’t been defeated, he thinks, but right now, the fact that he’s underneath her, his sword far from reach, and not a single ounce of strength in his body, is speaking otherwise, and he knows this very well. Teeth gritted together, he desists from letting those words leave his mouth. Why would he do it anyway? What would be the use? What kind of courageous, overcoming attitude is he going to pretend if there’s just… nothing at all? He, who was never once able to tell a lie, much less to himself, he doesn’t dare to try it — he’s just been proven wrong, anyway.

So he just stays there, defeated.

“You withstood my venom quite well, though,” She retorts, “But with the amount you’ve breathed in, it’s just a matter of time until you… y’know, die.”

Tanjiro just stares at her in utter disbelief. How come he didn’t notice it? How come he didn’t notice that the scents he was picking were venomous indeed? They didn’t seem like it, so why—

“V-ve-venom?” Is all he can manage to ask, as even breathing becomes an arduous task at this point.

“Oh,” She stops in her tracks, as if having realized something important. “Well, yes. I was just distracting you with that sweet scent. It’s Alyssum. Lovely, isn’t it?” She puts up her arm, as if giving him a demonstration as a yellow flower sprouts on her forearm and blooms.

“It’s a lovely flower, don’t you think?” She picks it from her arm, and lets it hover over his nose, so he can feel its scent before leaving it on his chest.

“But now it was just concealing the spores you were breathing in. They took over your body, and little by little, they’ll poison your lungs.”

The realization, forced in its nature, hits him, making his breathing get heavier, his lungs struggling to take in the air. This is not how it should end, this is not how he should go — Nezuko is still waiting. Nezuko…

As if it wasn’t enough, and to make the situation exponentially worse, Tanjiro can’t even utter a word right now. His energy is going all out to breathe, and stop the venom with his breathing as much as he can, in order to delay its effect, yet he’s now even struggling to take the air into his lungs, and ends up gasping for it instead, fruitlessly.

He can’t do anything. He’s trying, but it won’t listen. Why doesn’t it listen? Now, when he needs to be able to move the most, to fight the most, his body won’t obey him — It now obeys her.

To say he feels helpless would be an understatement. Looking for the courage left in his heart, he opens his mouth, but words die in his throat — What reason does he have, to justify his weakness? With the pain in his heart, tainting his thoughts, his hand, his judgment.

In a moment of clarity, amongst the fogginess that surrounds both his mind, body and soul, he realizes: There’s nothing he can do. His chance had been lost the moment Tamayo, Shinobu and Kanao were killed in battle. His chance had been lost when any traces of the antidote that could have helped his little sister disappeared in the hands of the demons.

“J-just what have I been doing all this time…?” His throat feels tighter as his choked words come out. A fist struggles to hit the ground in vexation, and this time the venom is not to blame. His vision gets blurry, but the venom is not to blame, either. In any case, if there is any venom, it’s the one he hoards in his heart, venom that turns into hatred, a hatred against himself, so hard that it’s hard to get through the days.

“What have I been doing all this time…?” He asks himself again, trying to make out a possible explanation that maybe will excuse, mitigate the harsh reality he’s living in — more than harsh reality, a nightmare.

‘If only that day… If only…’

He may not be able to notice it, but her smile has been long gone, but replaced by a frown. As much as she likes messing with hopeless men, this one had managed to touch her heart, with no words conveyed. The look in his eyes, hidden behind a faux imitation of the determined slayer he once used to be, held nothing but a broken man trying to live with himself.

The look in his eyes is more than enough of an answer — it’s weak, but he pleads. He wants to be able to still do something. He wants to believe he’s still able to do something, that there’s still a will to fight in this dying out flame in his heart, that there’s strength in these tired muscles of his worn out body, that in those sad, sunless eyes, shutting close little by little, there is still a glint of hope gleaming in them.

Tonight, however, he’s proven to have not possessed either of those.

The rivers of lament, once streaming down his cheeks, cease to fall.

“Shhh…”

The demon reaches down, holding his wet cheek as she watches those precious wine colored orbs gleam with the layer of tears under the plain moonlight. When he blinks the thick coat of tears away, he manages to see her a bit more clearly, with the fading vision of almost closed eyes — as far as the venom, which at this point has taken over most of his body, allows him.

“I can help you.”

And she does, as if she has the purest intentions with him, she does. All it takes is for her to grab his cheeks, and then seal his lips with her own.

It all feels as if he’s underwater, that he’s still sinking, yet there’s something that speaks to him — there’s a faint scent he can feel, after all. It’s pure, it’s light, and it makes his heart feel slightly warmer.

So he lets her, and allows his eyes to close at last, while she deepens the kiss. Little by little, he manages to be able to move his lips on his own. For some reason, all the stress, all the doubts have become secondary. It’s as if he had forgotten for a moment, as if his body was floating.

But there’s also this need for more. There was a haze in his body, but the frustration outweighs it.

He needs more.

His body feels unbearably hot, when he stops to think on the slightest, and that’s when he finally realizes.

“T-the venom…” falls from his lips, burgundy colored gaze widening in surprise at her oniric one, “It’s gone…”

And the demon grins, licking a trail of drool that was sliding down the corner of his mouth, remaining of the kiss they have shared. So, it was her doing.

“Mhmm,” She nods, “I gave you the antidote just now.” A smile spreads.

She poisoned him, and then reversed the effect.

“You’re in so much pain, aren’t you?” He hears her question dance into his ears, but his heart is racing so fast, his breath is so uneven for him to give her a proper response, or to move away.

Just what had he been doing all this time?

“How sad…” She laments, her thumb stroking his cheek. “Is it maybe someone important for you?”

“I need you to tell me something.” He huffs, dismissing her.

The demon blinks and tilts her head in curiosity. “Oh, and what would that be?”

“First,” He starts, “The m-medicine Tamayo made… You know it, don’t you?”

“Huh?”

“The one… that can turn demons back into humans. That’s… That’s the one I’m talking about.”

“Ah… That medicine?”

Oh,the one Muzan made her kill for.

Of course she knows about it.

“It can’t turn demons back into humans.” She confesses ever so casually, making him gasp. Something in his aura changes, but his look is enough to show the despair and the disbelief he’s feeling. His jaw, ajar, his eyes, wide and hopeless as she confesses.

“I was asked to get rid of it, but first before I did, I was asked to test it out.” She admits, “It was incomplete. The demons I experimented on…”

The moon, thanks to the wind inviting the branches to sway, is visible in the night sky again.

“It damaged their body irreversibly, and Master Muzan’s cells ended up killing the body.”

Tanjiro remembers the scent of blood of that day. That day where his happiness broke and life turned into hell on Earth. In the memory, Nezuko’s once beautiful, smiling face, tainted with blood. Her picture, broken suddenly like a mirror’s glass shattering.

He struggles with breathing, and ends up gasping for air. In his eyes, it’s raining, just like it is in his soul. In his heart, an excruciating pain that he suffers knowing that now he is face to face with what he did not want to admit all this time.

“There isn’t… such a cure.”

There’s a void where his heart used to be, as it dropped to his stomach. The bite of a harsh reality, reminding him once again that it’s there. That the doom breathes down his neck and that there is no escape from it.

Why is he still trying to act as if it’s not there?

His hands travel to her neck, and his grip is tense around it. His scleras are barely staining with his own blood.

“Take that back! Take that fucking back!”

But nowhere in her face, nor in his always trustworthy sense of smell, does he pick up the scent of a lie. That’s when the name of his sweet sister falls from his lips, as his grip loosens. It’s as if he was tearing it from the depths of his heart, concealing the pain with the way it comes out — broken, thin.

“Why are you saying… Nezuko… ”

It’s a harsh declaration, the one that slips past his lips, the words he wishes he never had to utter.

“...won’t be the s-same… anymore..?”

A broken, yet weak sob escapes his lips, although it remains stuck in his throat, as if there is this indomitable duty within his subconscious, always present, that one that tells him he has to be strong. That he has to endure. That this is no time to cry.

“D-don’t take her away from me… She’s all…” He mumbles out in staggered syllables, almost unthreaded, until she can connect the sole truth that he deems the only one had escaped his lips this night. “She’s all I have…”

And his plea goes to the Gods, as if now it was left to their hands, as if now Nezuko’s salvation depended solely on a miracle, and he hoped, from the depths of his heart, that that would happen.

Even though he knows that God had abandoned him and his family long ago.

With a hopeless exhale, and unable to hold anymore his tears, his head sinks into the neck of the demon who has lured him,. From a mile away, it’s clear to see that the will to fight, that his hope is broken. In front of this demon, instead, lies a man who’s just faced the most unbearable truth. Even if he thinks that she won’t be able to understand him at all, being who she is and what she’s done, he seeks for refuge, while his anguish deepens visibly.

Shaking, holding onto her frame tighter — tears that stain the fabric of the clothes she had kindly ‘borrowed’ from the red light district with the help of one of her good Upper Moon comrades. That is when it becomes clear: the sun is no longer shining, but vanished. And the moon witnesses it all silently, attentively — this rare encounter between a Hashira and a Demon, where human meets the oniric, and for once they seem to be at peace.

‘Well, this is awkward.’ She thinks to herself, immobile as he cries his sorrows out. ‘But even if it’s awkward… I just can’t help but wonder…Just how much has this man been bearing with? How much has he been fighting? How much has been repressing? How much has he been suffering?’

Her gaze softens, looking down at his burgundy hair, and that’s when a smile spreads over her lips, once again.

Maybe she should help him out.

It’s not long until a strange kind of calm takes over him. Little by little, the tears leave their drying marks on his cheeks, but tears fall no more from his wine colored eyes. It’s a hazy kind of calm, entering in sweet, tender and gentle notes into his nostrils, making the void slowly move into a second plane. It’s a heady kind of calm, he can’t help himself to such a delicate scent, every time he breathes it in. It’s a warm kind of calm, the kind of one that doesn’t slow down his breath, but causes agitation in him — agitation that is once unnoticed by the Hashira, but also one that turns painful towards his south with time, that with each wave that hits him the calm is gone, and it’s desperation palpitating, just like a reminder that he’s a man broken by the world, in throbbing doses.

A pain that he’d rather forget and he lets her know whenever, in the blink of an eye, he pulls away just enough so that his lips can find hers. There’s so much said in that wordless kiss, something that no human in his sane mind would do, but given the hopelessness, given the doom, he chooses to disregard and be selfish this time. There’s so much to that kiss, beyond to the way his lips move, like seeking to take more, and more from her, because somehow, she seems to be what resembles a refuge the most, and his hips rocking upwards tell that he wants to be let in, at least for a moment.

And she welcomes him, pulling him closer by his nape, tilting her head to the side. How could she say no, if in so little time, she has gotten so attached to this human, to his despair, to his pureness even in this moment.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” He apologizes, but the breathlessness of his voice, he’s clearly greedy. “I…”

“I know,” Her sweet smile once again greets him, and now her arms are tangling herself around him, “You’ve nothing to be sorry for.” She adds, taking his hands in her own, making them travel to discover each inch of her body, to uncover her.

Instead, she encourages the closeness, and brings him closer so that she can whisper into his ear what will make his heart skip a beat.

“It’s only natural to want to feel good when you’re constantly being fucked by life, isn’t it?”

And that demon, sweet demon, is the worst: kissing his earlobe, down to his neck, turning his air into a sweet inebriating elixir that he doesn’t hesitate to swallow. Their sexes touch with the barrier of the fabric, hardness and humidity only bring heaved breaths, whimpered mewls as they grind on each other.

Until he cannot wait anymore.

His heartbeat is rushed, as so is his breath, heavy and hot with a strange kind of arousal. The more and more he keeps on grinding against her, the less he feels he can help himself. He’s completely vulnerable to her touch, to her charm, but somehow she doesn’t seem to do anything against him — although well she knows she could have.

As if he wasn’t inebriated enough, her mewls and moans are equally as sweet and intoxicating as the scent he keeps on picking up yet he doesn’t protest about. She’s thrilled, kissing upwards that trail of blood that was drying on the side of his cheek, product of the blow she had asserted. It’s just as sweet, just as warm. She knows she had made the right decision, to lure him in and fight him, until now he, alone, succumbed to her — well, with a little help.

Her hand, curled in a fist and a single finger stretched so that her sharp nail is sticking out, hovers over the fabric of his abdomen, enough to make the skin under the fabric flinch the more and more she goes down with her ghost touch, until she reaches the belt. Easily, with a soft graze, she makes it come undone.

Then she pulls away, turning up to meet his gaze.

“I’ll help you.” She says, another hand that had traveled upwards to his cheek strokes him with dangerously soft fingers. And the promise seems genuine, it sounds genuine. Its scent is genuine.

Why does he feel the urge to let himself go when he shouldn’t?

“You won’t be selfish for doing this.” She reassures, and he stares with widened gaze just as if she had read his mind like an open book.

her hand traveling downwards and into his pants, and whenever her sweet hand wraps itself around his aching length and takes it out, he arches his back the slightest in response, a gasped out moan is then stolen from his lips by her. It makes her look from the corner of her eyes, delighted by the response, and tests a few other strokes. It’s large, it’s thick, and it’s alluringly leaking from its reddening tip and twitching over and over, as if all his frustrations were condensed right there. But it’s incredibly cute.

He gasps, bites his lip, but in the third one, he grabs her wrist, stopping her.

“I-I can’t.”

“You can.” She contradicts, “You’ve fought so much, haven’t you? I bet you’ve gone through something unimaginable.” She adds, just as if she wasn’t partially responsible for that. “You’re a good man. You just need to let it all out, don’t you?” She tries to persuade, stealing another kiss from his lips.

Is he really going to give himself to her? Is he finally going to surrender?

His mind is so hazy, he’s completely dazed, and the voice crushing him from the inside has gone silent for once in his life — thankfully.

For once, Tanjiro just doesn’t want to think. For once, he’s tired of being him: member of the Demon Slayer Corps, Sun Hashira, bearing the burden of an unkept promise on his shoulders that only succeeds in sinking him down day by day; he’s tired of being reminded of all he can’t beat. He’s tired of having all of this grief and sorrow stored in his heart.

He rips his haori off himself, discarding it to the floor.

Rolling her onto her back, he unbuttons his shirt. She uses her hands to observe it, all the scars, each muscle that twitches underneath her touch; she sneaks each of her hands underneath the fabric of his shoulders, sliding it off him. The moonlight kisses his back, back where she rests her hands then to bring him closer to him, tangling her legs around his hips.

Closing his eyes, he embraces another kiss, while guiding himself into her. It’s the first push, then the dilation of his pupils. Her back arches as he stretches her out for the first time, while a gasp falls from his lips at the sensation of being hugged by soft yet tight velvet walls.

“Oh…” It’s breathless, he breathes it all in, pushing all the way in. The sensation takes the air away from his lungs in microdoses of huffs. This inebriation, sweet inebriation lingering still in the deepest of his core, dazing him completely, takes over everything that he is, that he feels, that he desires.

And what he desires, for now, is more. More, more, more.

“Haa… It’s… It’s in.”

For now, he’s not himself and he’s not seeming to be bothered by it, but glad to be out of who he’s supposed to be. Selfish, but it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t indulge himself, he doesn’t allow it, but tries his best to ignore it, as all that fills his mind is how deeply, how far into her he can reach with deep strokes, judging by the way his hips snap against her thighs, over and over. He goes at a rapid, felt rhythm; does it for the sake of shutting down the thoughts of what he does; it betrays himself from the most axiomatic core, trying for once to finally feel what he’s so much been craving to feel.

Whimpering, moaning, mixed with ecstatic, more acute mewls — the air leaves the sun Hashira’s lungs in a death that comes quite fast, as an ax that cuts over the neck of someone whose fate has been written in stone, doomed from the very start. With a last gasp, and a stutter of his hips, his burgundy orbs glisten with the moonlight — wide, as if time had stopped.

Pouring himself whole into the demon, inviting her to see the rawest and darkest pits of his own doom, and how it torments him, while she embraces it whole, tightly, gladly taking it into herself, fluttering in utter bliss.

And amidst that frenzy, that air thick with sweet elixir dancing around, comes her confession.

“Mr. Sun Hashira,” her eyes are teary, her smile feline, and her voice threaded with absolute euphoria, “I think I’ve gotten attached to you...” Her nails find his back, and she cannot but to sink them into his skin, causing him to wince, adding to her eagerness — eagerness that she waters down right after, knowing that she should not let herself get so carried away. So, she softens and reaches for one of his messed up, soft locks, and brushes it away from his sweaty face ever so gently.

“I’ll help you.” Comes her proposal. "But, If you want me to help you with your little sister, then I should get something in return. Isn't it fair?" She fidgets with that same lock, twirling it in her hair.

For a moment, there’s a spark of hope in Tanjiro’s eyes, a spark of hope that makes him want to listen. That spark of hope that translates into the look of his sweet little sister in the future, being able to settle down, feel the sunlight on her face, and have her own family.

What wouldn’t he give to see that happen — What wouldn’t he give to see Nezuko having a bright future?

"All I ask of you is that you stay with me forever.” She says, “And, I promise you, she'll become the little sister you remember. I’m sure it is fair."

Only when he stares down at her, after the mention of the name of his little sister brings him into the afterglow, making him suddenly break out to the surface of these inebriating waters. His lips are ajar, and shuddery breathing only seems to fill the atmosphere now.

What has he done?

‘Nezuko… I promise to turn you back into a human, no matter what!’

He hears his own words, broken whisper through which tints of his voice filtered in, and they echo in his overworking mind, transporting him back to the exact moment where he looked at his sleeping little sister, finally relaxed after one of the first rampages she had experienced and, with much strain, he had barely managed to pacify.

‘Will you really turn your back on me?’ Nezuko’s long asleep, his little sweet sister, but still her words pierce his heart like a blade, through and through.

Then it dawns on him. Then he remembers. Then his heart becomes overwhelmed with feelings that make him die down, day by day, little by little, and put him into a mirror where all he can see is himself with nothing but disdain.

Blinking back to reality, he pulls out from the flower demon’s now leaking sex, and fixes her attire for her before he stands up and fixes his own. All this his expression all this time rendering unreadable for the demon. No matter how much she calls for Mr. Sun Hashira, he won’t respond; instead, all he does is pick up his sword, and begins to walk away.

But she doesn’t deprive herself from insisting one last time.

“Let’s meet again tonight, if you change your mind. I’ll be waiting for you right here!”

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sunshinies · 8 months

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tartaglia id pack?

⚔️ Tartaglia name suggestions:

Caelum , Ajax , Tyr , Thorne , Lucas , Leif , Tybalt , Soren , Casimir

🌊 Tartaglia pronoun suggestions:

blade/blades/bladeself , hydro/hydros/hydroself , kismet/kismets/kismetself , fraud/frauds/fraudself , trick/tricks/trickself , gladi/gladiator/gladiatorself , valor/valors/valorself , dagger/daggers/daggerself , torrent/torrents/torrentself , tidal/tidals/tidalself

🎭 Tartaglia title suggestions:

The eleventh of evil , prn's blade's finesse , the elder sibling with hidden motives , prn's aqueous power , prn's blade's dance , prn who manipulates with deception , the harbinger of uncertain choices , prn who transforms into a fearsome form , the foulest legacy , the older brother with a hidden monstrous side

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chuuuya-kun · 1 month

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ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA ( BUNGOU STRAY DOGS ) NPTS !?

for anon !

Names !?

atticus . ally . tigress . ben ( gal ) . mew . kit . feli ( ne ) . claw . calico . whiskers . moon . lunar . armstrong . beastie . spike . fang . hero . shieldon . reese . hemi .

Pronouns !?

roar/roars . grr/grrs . growl/growls . stripe/stripes . were/weres . kit/kits . cat/cats . paw/paws . paw/print . purr/purrs . meow/meows . mew/mews . claw/claws . fang/fangs . tail/tails . scratch/scratches . hwe/hwim . thωy/thωm . hω/hωm . hetero/heterchromia . pro/protect . her/hero . save/savior . res/rescue . moral/morals .

Titles !?

The White Tiger . The Striped Noun . The Were - Tiger . The Big Cat . Prn Who Roars . Prn With Claws . Prn Who Transforms Into A Tiger . The Shape - Shifting One . Prn With An Asymmetrical Haircut . Prn Who Was Weak . The Cowardly Tiger . Prn Who Hates Himself . The Beast Beneath The Moonlight . Prn Who Saves Others . The Feline Savior . The Feline Hero . The Sympathizer . The Orphan . Prn Who Was Orphaned .

hope this is alright ! i apparently know less about atsushi than i thought i did TwT

cr ; divider

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henriiiii-1001 · 3 months

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ALTERNATE WORKINGS OF UNHOLY GIFT

What are Alternates like in this world?

Alternates are a mix of pure demons who work for Lucius and humans who were converted into Alternates. They are mostly all the negative traits multiplied by 10 in a person if someone is converted.

There are currently 6 5 types of Alternates:

Type 1 - Unspeakable: - Can turn people into alts through a very specific and selective process (will be explained later) - If an Unspeakble's name is spoken in regards of directing something at them, they will summon them Examples: Gabriel, Six (technically)

Type 2 - Dopplegänger: - Look almost exactly like the person they are trying to copy - Usually cannot be spotted due to similar appearances with other people, therefore one of the more dangerous types Examples: Adam, Elizabeth, Abraham (the latter two are featured in vol 1)

Type 3 - Flawed Impersonators: - Usually look nothing like the person they try to copy - Most common type - Typically have some sort of deformity that has not been documented in human history Examples: Cesar, N, M

Type 4: Tulpa: - Are typically found inside of old televisions and mirrors - Can travel through said TVs and mirrors into households and other places - Are usually stopped by breaking their paths of transportation (lemme say it again, TVs and mirrors) Examples: Stanley, Tiffany, Lynn

Type 5: Mimic: - Cannot turn into humans but objects - Can be spotted through hearing/feeling an inanimate object breathing - Least common type Examples: Jude. That's it.

Type ??? - A specific category not documented by humans in which alternates cannot be placed into another category Examples: Mark, Evelin, Preacher, Puppet

Alternates also give Gifts to humans if they feel it’s their time to join Gabriel’s army. Also a thing to note: demons are usually Types 3, 4, and 5. Only converted humans can be Type 2, though they can of course be other types as well.

Wait, what are "gifts"?

“Gifts” are usually the items that people use to escape an alternate encounter. “Gifts” can be given to someone at any point in time but they will not take effect until someone has opened the gift. Examples being Adam having a A gift is also the term given to special abilities tied with Alternates. Examples being Adam having a teleportation apple “gift” and Cesar having a voice mimic “gift”. Let’s call the “gift” given to humans a “Gift” and the “gift” that alternates have a “gifT”.

How are Alternates made?

Alternates are made either by simply being a demon and just joining in on Gabriel's schemes, or by being a human when the requirements below have been met:

The victim must have received a Gift from an alternate previously

The Gift must be opened at some point, doesn’t matter when

The Gift must be the reason why the victim has died [literally (Mark’s gun) or metaphorically (Adam’s apple)]

The victim must have committed suicide

The victim’s body must not be touched by any other human skin before the transformation, including by Alternates in human form, otherwise the body has been “tainted”

The only two (technically) able to convert people into alternates are Gabriel and Six

Do Alternates have a distinct biology?

TBD bc i have not thought abt this too much FVGBHNJ

Important Alternates + their bios and abilities

Gabriel (any prns but prefers he/him): - Species: Devil/Alternates (like THE Devil, from the Bible /reference) - Type: Unspeakable - gifT: Creation - creates Alternates through utilizing dead bodies as vessels. Gabriel has to be picky though because his process can be corrupted if the criteria above are not met - Personality: As one would assume the Devil would be like; cunning, sly manipulative, but Satan’s deciding to be a bit more of a sadist today and likes to torture humans in any way possible. He actually has another form that he hides from everyone and only uses it if acting as the real Gabriel gets too tiring or frustrating.

Six (he/him): - Species: Human/Alternate - Type: Any, usually Tulpa - gifT: Type Swap - Can change into any type of Alternate, even turn into Unspeakable (Alt Gabriel doesn’t like that too much though and Six doesn’t like doing it anyway). - Personality: Fools around a lot, almost playful in a way. Loves kids a bit too much to the point of kidnapping them and kinda started a cult around kidnapping children? He loves messing with Gabriel and Stanley the most because he’s known them the longest. He does feel bad for Mark though with the way he went out as well as the whole "taking Adam" situation that happened. Adam was originally gonna be a part of the weird cult thing, but Six felt bad, so he let him go with a Gift.

Stanley (any prns + all neos, literally does not care what you call them): - Species: Human/Alternate - Type: Tulpa, previously a Flawed Impersonator - gifT: Summoning - Can spawn an Alternate within 30 feet of someone. - Personality: Extremely charismatic and manipulative of others, including other Alternates. He is only truly loyal to Gabriel and can mostly tolerate Six’s behavior. Actually might be the more sinister out of them and Six. It is also very neutral in terms of the weird cult with children thing, but got used to it overtime.

Preacher (they/it/she): - Species: Demon/Alternate - Type: ??? - gifT: Polyglot - Can understand any language - Personality: Mostly devoid of emotion but is good at faking them if they need to. Doesn’t go after people very much and is more of a secretary/bookkeeper to Lucifer. She is mostly mute, and whenever they want to speak it will only whisper.

Tiffany (she/her): - Species: Human/Alternate - Type: Tulpa - gifT: Shatter - Can shatter and repair mirrors with her own mind, which is extremely useful to other Tulpas trying to kill victims - Personality: Extremely talkative and likes playing the long game with her victims, mainly as a way of gaining her power back from the time she died. She also used to have a previous name, but changed it to start a new life as an Alternate.

N (they/it): - Species: Demon/Alternate - Type: Flawed Impersonator - gifT: TBD - Personality: Almost a blank slate, mostly hangs out with M.

M (she/her): - Species: Demon/Alternate - Type: Flawed Impersonator - gifT: TBD - Personality: Almost a blank slate, mostly hangs out with N.

Jude (he/him): - Species: Human/Alternate - Type: Mimic - Gift: TBD - gifT: TBD - Personality: Still smug, but not as smug as he used to be. Cares very much for Lynn even if he’s not supposed to show it as an Alternate.

Lynn (she/her): - Species: Human/Alternate - Type: Tulpa - Gift: Noose - given to her by Six and gives in immediately due to her losing Adam - gifT: Paranoia - can cause one to become extremely paranoid if they see her - Personality: Very sorrowful towards her human life though she doesn’t remember most of it. Clings to Jude like a lost puppy.

Mark (he/him): - Species: Human/Zombie/Half Alternate - Type: ??? - Gift: Desert eagle - Just the gun Mark uses to try and kill the alternate (as well as unfortunately kill himself with) - Personality: Very questionable of the authority running the Alternates (Gabriel), and tries to make a quiet effort to stopping them. He is unfortunately still very susceptible to being manipulated, seeing as he originally was on board with Puppet Thatcher's plan with overthrowing Gabriel.

Cesar (he/she): - Species: Human/Alternate - Type: Flawed Impersonator - Gift: Cursed poppy - Convinces Cesar to eat the poppy seeds, and overtime it acts as a drug. It makes Cesar hallucinate voices and they convince him to eat as many poppy seeds as he can to stop the constant rashes he gets as well as the voices themselves. - gifT: Voice mimic - Can mimic any voice if he hears for a good amount of time. Yes, this includes Alternates. - Personality: Sly, manipulative, and stealthy (as all alternates should be). He will do anything to have his way with people, even if it means stand outside your best friend’s door for a week minimum and torture them psychologically. Can also be a more bubbly guy, especially if he's posing as a person.

Adam (he/nya): - Species: Human/Alternate - Type: Dopplegänger - Gift: Replenishing apple - If bitten, hunger and thirst are basically reset, and the apple never rots and will replenish (as its name would imply) after 24 hours of being bitten (no matter how much was eaten). Became a metaphorical representation of Adam falling to temptation and going down the basement in Cesar’s house. - gifT: Safety apple - If bitten, he can teleport to any location he thinks of, whether it be a specific place or if he just thinks of a vague idea of a location, such as “I need to get somewhere safe”. - Personality: Cold and dismissive to most. Only likes his new alternate cat, Jonny. He tries his best to avoid Jonah mainly because he feels very angry and distraught at the sight of him (pun not included).

Evelin (she/ze) - Species: Human/Mostly Alternate - Type: ??? - Gift: Replenishing Apple - Was given by Adam in an attempt - gifT: Intercept - Can communicate through any sort of radio, though it is her only form of communication. - Personality: very shy and became almost nonverbal to others due to becoming an Alternate. Makes friends with Mark and Jonah's ghost because they are literally the only somewhat sane people there. She still tries reaching out to Thatcher and gives him info that he would have never been able to collect without her new association with Alternates.

Puppet Thatcher (he/him) - Species: Alternate - Type: ??? - gifT: Perfect Copy - Can perfectly mimic the image of a human being, no matter who they are. - Personality: Extremely cunning and manipulative, will do anything to get what he wants. Can get extremely obsessive over things, specifically people. He also grew the urge to not only make people kill themselves but do the actual killing himself. Blood on his hands made him happier anyway along with stealing Thatcher's appearance. He is also a liiiiiittle too obsessed with actually becoming Thatcher and also overthrowing Gabriel, which can only lead to disaster.

[][][][] - Species: Alternate - Type: ??? - Gift: The Forbidden Fruit - Personality: TBD (not really ;) )

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alternate workings of the tmc unholy gift universe

i have randomly decided to explain how alternates work in regards to tmc unholy gift. hope y'all enjoy LMAO (some of this stuff will be copied from my really old au doc but the info is still pretty updated)

this will also be updated at some point bc there's a few things i haven't fully thought abt yet (specifically some of the alts special abilities and stuff so ye)

What are Alternates like in this world?

Alternates are a mix of pure demons who work for Lucius and humans who were converted into Alternates. They are mostly all the negative traits multiplied by 10 in a person if someone is converted.

There are currently 6 5 types of Alternates:

Type 4: Tulpa - Are typically found inside of old televisions and mirrors - Can travel through said TVs and mirrors into households and other places - Are usually stopped by breaking their paths of transportation (lemme say it again, TVs and mirrors) Examples: Stanley, Tiffany, Lynn

Type 5: Mimic - Cannot turn into humans but objects - Can be spotted through hearing/feeling an inanimate object breathing - Least common type Examples: Jude. That's it.

Type ??? - A specific category not documented by humans in which alternates cannot be placed into another category Examples: Mark, Evelin, Preacher, Puppet

Wait, what are "gifts"?

How are Alternates made?

Alternates are made either by simply being a demon and just joining in on Gabriel's schemes, or by being a human when the requirements below have been met:

The victim must have received a Gift from an alternate previously

The Gift must be opened at some point, doesn’t matter when

The Gift must be the reason why the victim has died [literally (Mark’s gun) or metaphorically (Adam’s apple)]

The victim must have committed suicide

The victim’s body must not be touched by any other human skin before the transformation, including by Alternates in human form, otherwise the body has been “tainted”

The only two (technically) able to convert people into alternates is Gabriel and Six

Do Alternates have a distinct biology?

TBD bc i have not thought abt this too much FVGBHNJ

Important Alternates + their bios and abilities

Gabriel (any prns but prefers he/him): - Species: Devil/Alternates (like THE Devil, from the Bible /reference) - Type: Unspeakable - gifT: Creation - - Personality: As one would assume the Devil would be like; cunning, sly manipulative, but Satan’s deciding to be a bit more of a sadist today and likes to torture humans in any way possible. He actually has another form that he hides from everyone and only uses it if acting as the real Gabriel gets too tiring or frustrating.

Six (he/him) - Species: Human/Alternate - Type: Any, usually Tulpa - gifT: Type Swap - Can change into any type of Alternate, even turn into Unspeakable (Alt Gabriel doesn’t like that too much though and Six doesn’t like doing it anyway). - Personality: Fools around a lot, almost playful in a way. Loves kids a bit too much to the point of kidnapping them and kinda started a cult around kidnapping children? He loves messing with Gabriel and Stanley the most because he’s known them the longest. He does feel bad for Mark though with the way he went out as well as the whole "taking Adam" situation that happened. Adam was originally gonna be a part of the weird cult thing, but Six felt bad, so he let him go with a Gift.

Stanley (any prns + all neos, literally does not care what you call them) - Species: Human/Alternate - Type: Tulpa, previously a Flawed Impersonator - gifT: Summoning - Can spawn an Alternate within 30 feet of someone. - Personality: Extremely charismatic and manipulative of others, including other Alternates. He is only truly loyal to Gabriel and can mostly tolerate Six’s behavior. Actually might be the more sinister out of them and Six. It is also very neutral in terms of the weird cult with children thing, but got used to it overtime.

Preacher (they/it/she) - Species: Demon/Alternate - Type: ??? - gifT: Polyglot - Can understand any language - Personality: Mostly devoid of emotion but is good at faking them if they need to. Doesn’t go after people very much and is more of a secretary/bookkeeper to Lucifer. She is mostly mute and whenever they want to speak it will only whisper.

Tiffany (she/her) - Species: Human/Alternate - Type: Tulpq - gifT: Shatter - Can shatter and repair mirrors with her own mind, which is extremely useful to other Tulpas trying to kill victims - Personality: Extremely talkative and likes playing the long game with her victims, mainly as a way of gaining her power back from the time she died. She also used to have a previous name, but changed it to start a new life as an Alternate.

N (they/it) - Species: Demon/Alternate - Type: Flawed Impersonator - gifT: TBD - Personality: Almost a blank slate, mostly hangs out with M.

M (she/her) - Species: Demon/Alternate - Type: Flawed Impersonator - gifT: - Personality: Almost a blank slate, mostly hangs out with N.

Jude (he/him) - Species: Human/Alternate - Type: Mimic - Gift: TBD - gifT: TBD - Personality: Still smug, but not as smug as he used to be. Cares very much for Lynn even if he’s not supposed to show it as an Alternate.

Lynn (she/her) - Species: Human/Alternate - Type: Tulpa - Gift: Noose - given to her by Six and gives in immediately due to her losing Adam - gifT: Paranoia - can cause one to become extremely paranoid if they see her - Personality: Very sorrowful towards her human life though she doesn’t remember most of it. Clings to Jude like a lost puppy.

Mark (he/him) - Species: Human/Zombie/Half Alternate - Type: ??? - Gift: Desert eagle - Just the gun Mark uses to try and kill the alternate (as well as unfortunately kill himself with) - Personality: Very questionable of the authority running the Alternates (Gabriel), and tries to make a quiet effort to stopping them. He is unfortunately still very susceptible to being manipulated, seeing as he originally was on board with Puppet Thatcher's plan with overthrowing Gabriel.

Cesar (he/she) - Species: Human/Alternate - Type: Flawed Impersonator - Gift: Cursed poppy - Convinces Cesar to eat the poppy seeds, and overtime it acts as a drug. It makes Cesar hallucinate voices and they convince him to eat as many poppy seeds as he can to stop the constant rashes he gets as well as the voices themselves. - gifT: Voice mimic - Can mimic any voice if he hears for a good amount of time. Yes, this includes Alternates. - Personality: Sly, manipulative, and stealthy (as all alternates should be). He will do anything to have his way with people, even if it means stand outside your best friend’s door for a week minimum and torture them psychologically. Can also be a more bubbly guy, especially if he's posing as a person.

Adam (he/nya) - Species: Human/Alternate - Type: Dopplegänger - Gift: Replenishing apple - If bitten, hunger and thirst are basically reset, and the apple never rots and will replenish (as its name would imply) after 24 hours of being bitten (no matter how much was eaten). Became a metaphorical representation of Adam falling to temptation and going down the basement in Cesar’s house. - gifT: Safety apple - If bitten, he can teleport to any location he thinks of, whether it be a specific place or if he just thinks of a vague idea of a location, such as “I need to get somewhere safe”. - Personality: Cold and dismissive to most. Only likes his new alternate cat, Jonny. He tries his best to avoid Jonah mainly because he feels very angry and distraught at the sight of him (pun not included).

Puppet Thatcher (he/him) - Species: Alternate - Type: ??? - gifT: Perfect Copy - Can perfectly mimic the image of a human being, no matter who they are. - Personality: Extremely cunning and manipulative, will do anything to get what he wants. Can get extremely obsessive over things, specifically people. He also grew the urge to not only make people kill themselves but do the actual killing himself. Blood on his hands made him happier anyway along with stealing Thatcher's appearance. He is also a liiiiiitle bit obsessed with kind of becoming Thatcher and also overthrowing Gabriel, which can only lead to disaster.

[][][][] - Species: Alternate - Type: ??? - Gift: The Forbidden Fruit - Personality: TBD (not really ;) )

That's all I have for now!!! Hope you enjoy!!!!

#evidence reel #mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue oc #tmc unholy gift #i was originally gonna try and get all the characters in the tags but it's too many tags... :')#anyways uuhh yeah i'll update this whenever i can bc again there's still some stuff i need to come back to #i'll see you guys then!!#oh and dont be afraid do ask questions!!!#a2t #long post

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