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Watch your back; Chapter one: A "productive" Day

Tumblr and I are gonna have sum problems if this shi continues to not let me post stuff.

anyways it's me, 🎀 and I'm posting this because I kinda missed Reo's birthday sooo...

Chapter 1:

Reo shot up from his position covered in sweat and panting like he ran a marathon. “.. What a strange dream that was..” He muttered to himself as he caught his breath. Today was the day he would move from his parents house. The Mikages’ residence was nice and all but  he couldn’t stay there forever. His parents had chosen the house (Of course they did…) , it was a very secure and quiet area in the countryside (They wanted him to suffer much more than he already does, he supposed.) and on top of that, it would be far away from his friends who lived in the city. Though, he would probably have to thank his parents for taking care of the rent and so on and so forth. He slowly stood up from his bed, the nightmare he had suddenly gone with the water trickling down the window. Great, it’s raining, not that he particularly dislikes it when it rains but it’s definitely preferred on days that aren’t like this one.  He silently walked to the bathroom. While brushing his teeth, he thought about what the house would be like. He wasn’t actually able to see what the house looked like but he heard from Ba Ya that she had added a garden so Reo could occasionally go out and pick the fruits she had planted. While washing his face he stole a glance and looked at himself in the mirror, He looked… different. Not that he wasn’t because he was a 19 year old college student but he couldn’t necessarily point out what the difference actually was. He had started to note the things that have changed during the past few years appearance-wise. His hair’s longer than how it was in high school, about 3-4 inches more; His features are sharper but also softer in a way, his eyes are a bit duller (Probably due to how boring life has been since he had started to listen to his fathers every command.) , his skin is clearer due to the expensive skin care and facial massages, his bangs  are longer too. He really didn’t pay much attention to his appearance to notice the changes before even when he made sure his hair was perfectly kept and he pampered his body to look like a sparkling diamond amongst the simple rocks. He took a step back and admired his figure a while more before tossing his clothes to the side to take a quick shower. 

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He stepped down stairs and walked to the kitchen. His chef was there, cooking a meal for Reo already. He always had an exact time where he would wake up and do his routine, another boring part of life he thought. “Young master Reo, your breakfast is ready.” The chef announced as Reo sat in his comically expensive dining chair. The lady put the plate in front of him and he bowed his head in a way of saying thanks, he wasn’t in the mood to talk. She bowed and walked off. He ate in complete silence because did he really have a choice? Sitting at the dining table all alone didn’t leave many options available. He ate his food slowly ( “Don’t rush, it isn’t polite” , his father told him.) He very much was not in the mood to eat but he needed some form of nutrients to go on with the day. When he finished he went to the kitchen and left the dishes in the sink for the maid to wash. This morning was relatively uneventful and extremely monotonous, until it wasn’t. He had gotten a text message from the group chat he and his friends from university had shared. 

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How are we surviving uni??

Meguru: REO!! Reo youre moving today right?

 Reo: It’s You’re* and yes I am

Meguru: Whatevs (ﾟヮﾟ)  and also me and the others decided to get you a house warming gift!!! We’re at the Uni right now!!

Reo: Oh, That’s nice of you guys.

Hyoma: We were supposed to tell him together, bachira.

Meguru: Oops (｀ε´)

Yoichi: Oh well, it doesn’t matter. REO we’re gonna miss you!

Reo: Haha, thanks that makes me feel happy

Hyoma: Of course we’d miss you? You think we wouldn’t?

Reo: No, but I like the thought of you guys caring ig

Meguru: OF COURSE WE CARE!!

Reo: Ah! I have to go, Ba ya’s driving me to the house, ttyl!

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Reo closed his phone and walked towards the front door. He stepped out and shaded his eyes from the sun. It had stopped raining while he texted his friends. He looked around and saw as the familiar white limo pulled up beside the sidewalk and an unforgettable face appeared in his vision. “Young Master Reo, the limo’s ready for you.” She said in her calm voice. He nodded as she opened the door for him to climb inside. He sat in the car silently as he watched the trees pass by before something clicked in his brain. He tapped at the black screen that separates the driver from the passenger. “Yes, Young master Reo?” She asked. “Can you drive me to the University? My friends have a gift for me. A house warming gift.” He added the last part for more context. With a nod, she started to drive to the University campus. After that quick exchange, the drive there was rather silent. Reo went back to staring out the window until he saw the usual place he goes to often. The car goes to a stop and he steps out of the car. “Thank you Ba ya, I’ll be quick.” After reassuring her he sped walk to the place on campus where the group commonly hung out at. At the wooden table he was met with the familiar idle chatter of his friends. “Ah! Reo, there you are!” Bachira ran up to him and gave him a tight hug which would most likely bruise his ribs later on. “Hi Bachira..” he said, almost winded. Isagi and Chigiri went up to him and gave him a wave. Isagi was able to pry Bachira off of Reo before he suffocated from how much air he lost. Chigiri had gone to go get the gift and placed it in his arms; a big white box wrapped beautifully with a violet ribbon and a note attached to the end with string. “..Aww, guys.. This is so sweet. Thanks so much!” He held the box close to his chest and then smiled at them warmly. “We’re gonna miss you but we could always plan a visit or a time to hang out, okay?” Isagi gave him a light pat on his shoulder and Chigiri nodded at Isagi’s statement. Chigiri was closest to Reo, he was one of Reo’s first real friends. They met in high school in their first years. “I have to go but we can call once I arrive at the house. Thanks  again for the gift!” He waved goodbye and ran back to his car. Ba ya stood outside, waiting for him to return. He gave her a wave, his mood suddenly much lighter than before when he woke up that morning. He sat in the limo smiling to himself the rest of the way. The drive was around 3 hours and it was 5 in the afternoon when they arrived. He stepped out of the car and looked at the house in front of him. Wow this is gonna be a blast… 

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OKI!!! I listened to Mitski while writing this because the inner demons told me too. That's it for now, Happy late birthday my pookie wookie cutie patootie Reo!!!! 💜💜💜

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CHAT MY WIFI IS BACK 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

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❝𝘼 𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙇𝙔 𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙀❞

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In which water pillar, Tomioka Giyū, faces the death of his lover and wishes to cling onto them physically in his hardest moments yet cannot.

🪐 : here's my first attempt at angst as someone who only mainly writes fluff !!!!! tell me how i do 😋🗣️‼️day 3 of no wifi , gotta keep y'all updated!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️issa Sunday and da library closes at 6 pm 2day and im pulling up at like 3 pm cs it opens and 10 and yk i can't pull up looking like a clueless nobody ya know ya know 😋 i ain't sleep all of last night idk why and my bby bro aint sleep either so all im hearing is his loud ahh babbling 👻 but anyway daddy TJ gotta keep pumpin cs i can't have yall thinking i died fr 🐺

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how long has it been since you passed?

he hasn't forgotten. six weeks ago. in the cold. when the universe decided to take you away from him. the one time he had something of his own, something that he felt would last.. it was selfishly taken from him.

he didn't think the wound was that bad, he thought you'd make it. but he was so wrong. before he even reached the butterfly estate, you were limp, cold and dead in his shaking arms.

how foolish he was to get so attached to someone in a time like this. someone who wasn't of his caliber, someone who hadn't gone up against what he was fighting each night… someone weak.

how foolish he was to fall in love.

was it how you said his name? was it how you welcomed him when no one else would? what was it that was so appealing? maybe it was your smile, beaming solely at him in a way that could never be replicated. maybe it was your hands, holding him as if he was fragile to the touch.

maybe it was your eyes, looking at him as if there was something worth looking at.

and now that it was all gone, what would happen now? in life, you lose some and you win some. but what would he do? he didn't want to lose you.

what could replace you after you showed him what it meant to be loved? you showed him more, how could he settle for less? he'd ask himself.

yet what he truly meant was how could he settle for anything that wasn't you?

he doesn't want to settle for anything that wasn't you.

each end of the week, he'd visit your grave. this evening, it was cold and raining. the wisteria incense around your grave had died down due to the pouring rain. he'd figure out some way to keep it from dying, no matter the disaster.

he didn't want the same creatures who had killed you to step anywhere near you. if he couldn't protect you when you were alive, he'd protect you in death.

he gently placed flowers onto your bed of eternal slumber, watching the rain pitter and patter over them.

“maybe, just maybe, the nature will reclaim you and you'll sleep under the loveliest garden.” he whispered, imagining the beautiful greenery that could grow around you.

it wouldn't make this place half bad. maybe bring back some memories of you.

“i miss you. i really do.” he muttered, praying you'd hear him and come comfort him in some way, “it's not the same without you. i miss all of you. i miss how you'd look at me.. how you smiled at me.. how you said my name. heck, the weird looks you'd give me… i miss your hugs and how you'd hold me too.”

it didn't replace the hurt but it elevated some sorrow off his shoulders.

“you know, i had plans for our future. i wanted us to get married. wanted us to kids. wanted a peaceful life after the war with you. i just wanted to be able to wake up and have you and our kids being the first faces i see. my sister, my friend and now my love. God, please make it worth it in the end. please.

i just need a hug..”

he whispered, his hand tracing your gravestone before he slumped back where he was sitting, eyeing your name and death date simultaneously.

he wanted to hug himself but would it feel the same?

it wouldn't.

“what will i settle for, i ask myself countless of nights, if not your hugs, who elses?”

yet, when he thought of hugs, it felt like you were still there. so close that he could grab you.

soft arms from behind, wrapping around him and nuzzling your face in his neck. he felt his spirit slightly lifted during this melancholic moment, feeling your arms around him once more.

it felt like a mother or wife’s loving embrace, something he hadn't felt in a long while.

the wind felt warmer and it felt as if the rain stopped.

settle for the hugs of my spirit.

he jumped. in a situation like this, he would grab his katana and scope the surroundings in search of the uninvited stranger. yet this stranger had the aura of his love, their symphonic voice. how could he ever lift a blade at a voice like theirs?

giyū didn't notice it, yet he was crying. a tear running down his eye as he sniffled.

his tense body relaxed at the sound of the voice that had swept pass and the loving embrace of his lover’s spirit who was seated beside him.

“i’ll settle for this.”

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𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 , 𝘿𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙄𝘾 𝙎𝙊𝙉

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This is simply a drabble that came to mind around two months ago. I'm unsure if I will continue it. Sorry for the post delay , Tumblr was acting up - 🪐

TW: not my usual writing style as it is from a bit ago 🫶🏾 it's an oc but you can imagine yourself as her 🫶🏾

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chapter one : family reunion .

In the pulsating core of the dynamic urban landscape, where the resplendent lights of the red-light district cast an almost supernatural radiance, Muzan Kibutsuji, the Sovereign of Demons, advanced with discreet deliberation. Veiled amidst the intricate fabric of human society, he sought a strategic moment to exploit the captivating guise of a demonic oiran—a skillful agent adept at navigating the shadows while accruing wealth to clandestinely further the ominous cause of seamlessly blending into the populous tapestry.

The sumptuous passageways of the oiran district extended a beckoning invitation, embellished with intricate lanterns that swayed gracefully, diffusing a subdued luminosity upon the walls tinged in crimson hues. Muzan, the paragon of refinement and composure, ambulated through the convoluted maze of corridors with an aura of nonchalant detachment.

The courtesans adorning the promenades, their gaze ablaze with alluring intent, endeavored to ensnare his attention, each one vying for the elusive favor of the enigmatic visitor. However, Muzan's impassive stare persisted, impervious to their seductive overtures, his concentration unwaveringly anchored to a matter of greater urgency.

His heightened senses, finely tuned to the intricate tapestry of fragrances wafting through the air, steered him unerringly towards a specific chamber. The lingering scent within was unmistakable—a fusion of familiarity and foreboding, an olfactory composition that surreptitiously divulged intimations of consanguinity. With each step toward the appointed room, the ambiance thickened, saturated with an unsettling energy, the redolence intensifying in both potency and disquietude.

Before he could traverse the threshold, a courtesan, bedecked in resplendent silk and adorned with meticulously painted patterns, glided towards him with a captivating grace. "Honored guest," she purred, her eyes shimmering akin to pools of liquid chocolate, "Why don't you come visit me in my quarters? I can make it worth your while." Her voice, suffused with seductive mellifluousness, endeavored to enthrall his attention.

Muzan summarily dismissed her with a mere glance, his attention resolute and unwavering. "Your trivial offerings hold no allure for me. Step aside," he commanded, his voice resonating with the gravitas of a myriad shadows.

The courtesan recoiled, her façade momentarily shattered by the callous indifference she encountered. Scowling with vexation, she found herself disconcerted by the rejection, her aspirations of financial gain seemingly thwarted by the man who spurned her allure. As she cast a furtive glance back at him, her eyes widened, and she gasped at the unfolding scene.

"B-but, sir," she stammered, panic flickering in her eyes, "you must not enter that room! The oiran residing within does not take kindly to unannounced patrons. Her presence is not to be trifled with. She—she's unhinged!"

Muzan, the embodiment of arrogance, summarily dismissed her words with a disdainful wave of his hand and smoothly slid open both shoji doors. The room unveiled beyond was immersed in an unsettling quietude, a conspicuous divergence from the tumultuous noise resonating from the surroundings.

Shattered glass and strewn fragments of various objects adorned the space, forming a chaotic tapestry that laid bare the unbridled disposition of its inhabitant. Surveying the disarray, Muzan arched an eyebrow, seemingly comprehending the courtesan's forewarning about the oiran's unstable nature. However, his countenance remained unruffled, displaying an unaffected demeanor.

As Muzan attentively surveyed the disarray, the door swung closed behind him, enclosing him within the mysterious chamber's confines. The atmosphere burgeoned with an oppressive energy, and the previously discernible scent that had served as his guide now intensified, enveloping him more potently. The fragrance became increasingly robust, and from the opposite side of the sealed door, the muffled sounds of courtesans scrambling, squirming, and hastily retreating permeated the air, leaving an uneasy anticipation lingering in its wake.

Suddenly, he felt it—a presence looming directly behind him, and a familiar awareness washed over him like a chilling realization. The veins on his forehead and forearms pulsated, agitated in a luminous display of mounting rage, for he unequivocally recognized the identity of the entity now in close proximity.

"Angry, are we?" The figure positioned behind him taunted, a mocking chuckle escaping at the expense of Muzan's seething fury. Muzan maintained a stoic silence, refraining from uttering a single word. The presence continued its taunts with a sardonic tone, "You remain a disobedient one after all these years, persistently deaf to warnings Didn't that charming girl tell you to leave this room alone?"

Glancing over his shoulder, Muzan fixed his gaze upon the imposing figure that towered above him, draped in silken garments that appeared to waltz with the shadows—predominantly ruby and obsidian black. The woman's countenance remained enshrouded behind an elaborate mask, an intricate veil of darkness that concealed the true essence of her being, until she took another deliberate step closer to him

 As the lone light source in the room faintly illuminated her face, he locked eyes with her, scrutinizing her long black hair, eyes tinted a plum-red, pupils resembling the slits of a feline, and an aura of malevolence that matched the ominous reputation that preceded her. The woman, whose malevolence surpassed even his own, stood in his presence, a twisted smile playing upon her lips.

The malevolent curve of her smile metamorphosed into a saccharine expression as she enveloped him in an unexpected embrace from behind. Muzan, though internally vexed, made no attempt to resist. "Aren't you such a magnificent young man, aging handsomely, hm?" she teased with a girlish giggle, provoking a reluctant turn of his head in an enduring state of disdain, ruing the moment he stepped into her room.

In a sudden shift, she seized his chin, compelling him to meet her gaze. The ostensibly sweet smile persisted, but a belligerent glint gleamed in her eyes. "Hug me back," she demanded, her tone betraying a subtle hostility. Muzan, unyielding in his disposition, refused compliance. Unhurriedly, the tip of her thumbnail began to press into his jaw, and a sigh of frustration escaped him as he witnessed his own blood slowly seeping forth.

To mollify the woman, he begrudgingly reciprocated the embrace. In that instant, all traces of hostility evaporated from her form, replaced by jubilant giggles as she reveled in the compelled intimacy.

Relinquishing the embrace, she delicately placed her hands on Muzan's cheeks, a playful tease dancing in her eyes. "Not even going to offer a proper greeting?" she chided, to which Muzan responded with a begrudging grunt of annoyance. "Greetings," he muttered, hoping to conclude the formality swiftly. However, she refused to accept his curt acknowledgment, maintaining a radiant smile as she peered down at him.

"Naughty boy," she cooed, her tone honeyed but with a subtle undertone of authority, "always forgetting how to greet your elders. Greet me again, and this time, do it properly." She sweetly demanded, her insistence compelling Muzan to comply. Slowly withdrawing from her embrace, he took a step back and executed a half-bow. However, it wasn't to her satisfaction.

Unperturbed, she extended her hand towards his head, a gesture that forcefully guided it downwards, ensuring his bow assumed a deeper reverence. With meticulous attention to detail, she sought the utmost respect. Muzan, yielding to her unspoken demand, muttered,

"Greetings, 

mother."

┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐

𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗢 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗦

└───❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚┘

🕷 Muzan does not like his mother.

🕷 Muzan's mother, Akuryō Kyūsai's, name means Evil Spirit's Salvation.

🕷 Akuryō has a twisted way of loving Muzan. Like the love a mad scientist has for their creation.

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𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 , 𝘿𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙄𝘾 𝙎𝙊𝙉

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just a teaser for a book i made atleast 2-3 months ago yet never finished . i might decide to later on.

TW: none , just diff writing style 🫶🏾

POSTING 08/08 6:30 P.M. MDT

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In the shadowed realms of antiquity, where the ethereal dance of sorcery intertwined with the mortal coil, a tale unfolded like the delicate petals of a cursed flower. Kibutsuji Muzan, born of blood and darkness, once cradled by the spectral hands of his enigmatic mother, now found himself abandoned amidst the crimson currents of his newfound existence as a demon.

His mother, a bewitching enchantress whose beauty rivaled the resplendent lights of the red-light district, vanished like the fleeting illusions of moonlit dreams, leaving behind only the haunting echoes of her malevolent, sinister grin.

┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐

Among the oirans, she was a legend, her eyes ablaze with a red hue akin to the lifeblood that stained the cobblestones of the forbidden districts. Her allure was unparalleled, a siren whose presence sent shivers down the spine of the underworld.

In the heart of the red-lit labyrinth, tales of her bewitching gaze and the enigmatic aura that surrounded her spread like wildfire, casting an everlasting shadow upon those who dared to cross her path.

┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐

Yet, as Muzan's relentless pursuit of the elusive spider-lily faltered amidst the clamor of his own demons' inadequacies, a clandestine figure, veiled in shadows, extended a hand in an unexpected act of benevolence.

The malevolent whispers of the crimson night guided this mysterious benefactor, offering assistance to the desolate demon lord in his quest for elusive salvation.

┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐

For in the enigmatic tapestry of fate, the reuniting of oirans with their suitors mirrored the binding ties of kinship, as bloodstains and familial bonds interwove in a dance as ancient as time itself. And so, as the stars bore witness to the convergence of destinies, a solitary truth echoed through the abyss as the figure, hand-in-hand aided Kibutsuji in his search.

 "After all, what would a mother be to leave her baby stranded."

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𝗪𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 ᴹⁱᵗˢᵏⁱ ♥︎ ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִִֶֶָָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🎀་༘࿐ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

🎀: Hi! It's me again, I'm making a new fic and so I was going to post it over here.

Title: Watch your back

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

Prologue: 

“Reo~ Where are you?” The man waltzed down the quiet hall stopping at a large white door.  He can hear the man from inside and his breath started to quicken. How did it all end up like this, he never did anything wrong, he was generous, nice, caring… he really didn’t deserve this. The cheap fluorescent lights flickered above the man as he pounded on the door with his fist. “Reo, open the door.” his voice echoed through the hall and boomed from outside the room. His voice shook the door and Reo crawled away from the door, where he moved silently in search of a new hiding spot. He would be damned if he got murdered now.  The blood that seeped into his white clothes covered the floor in a trail of crimson. The pounding got louder and reverberated in the room. The man's voice was no longer soft and sweet. Now, It was loud and gruff. Reo crawled under the bed, it was a tight fit but he needed to be in an enclosed place in order to have a higher survival rate in the current situation he was in. The man had started to tear the door down and Reo internally cursed at the door for being made with  such cheap material. “Reo, I know you’re in here.” his voice made Reo shiver. It was dangerously low, sounding more like a threat than a warning. The room went silent, there wasn’t a sound that emanated from the area. If you were attentive enough, you might even hear a pin drop and know the exact location of where it fell. Reo covered his mouth with both of his hands, his blood went cold when he saw that the bed was being pressed down. Was the man laying on the bed waiting for him to come out..? He must have been passing the time, waiting for him to leave the comfort of under the mattress .  Suddenly, the man got up and he walked towards the door. He heard the door slam shut and out of pure relief he let out a small sigh. He cracked his eyes open just a bit and to his relief, there was nothing. “...   hah..” He turned his head to the side and stretched out his legs but then, a firm grip wrapped around his ankle and dragged him out from under. “NO! Please stop! I’m sorry! I won’t run away again please!” Reo begged and pleaded but his mouth was covered with cloth and it all went black. What a strange dream that was.

That's all for now, I think it's pretty neat at the moment. ALSO this is NOT a self-insert, this is a fanfiction that I've wanted to make for a while now. Thanks for reading!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐❛ 𒀭 :  🛒 𓂃 ¡ Goodbye! 🎀‽ ٠ ����  ›  ✸  %ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐

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໒꒰ྀི っ ⸝⸝ ˂ ꒱ྀིა / ໒꒰ྀིっ ˚˖𓍢ִ 🎀  ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১౨ৎ🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Hello! This is 🎀, I wanted to introduce myself properly since I’ve been invited by 🪐 to share this account. I would have posted this earlier but I didn’t have the time so I’m doing it now. I’m going to write most of the blue lock things because why not? (I can also write about a lot of fandoms if you request that from me ((: )  I’m very happy to be able to share my stories with you all so please bear with us and (hopefully) enjoy the content that we will post for the future to come! 

໒꒰ྀི っ ⸝⸝ ˂ ꒱ྀིა / ໒꒰ྀིっ ˚˖𓍢ִ TOODLES!!  ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১౨ৎ🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚

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𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊

❝add the trouble and make it double !! ❞

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yoooo. welcome to our page! we got da two bestest owners here: TJ and Hads. if you see 🪐 when ur requests are responded to, that's TJ responding, and if you see 🎀 that's Hads. if we ever switch it up, we'll let y'all know. enjoy the vibes and hit us up 🫶🏾

𝙁𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙊𝙈𝙎

Demon Slayer

Blue Lock

Genshin Impact

JJK

literally whatever you request tbh , tj can do quick research trust 🤞🏾😋 writing this made me realize i do not keep up wit most stuff ☹️ i'll add more promise

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we won't be doing NSFW (🪐 doesn't mind hinted NSFW tho)

age gaps (unless legal ig cause pedophilia is BAD🗣️🗣️)

don't mention politics here brody wrong place

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keep it friendly 🤞🏾 nobody tryna fight fr

we made a mistake?? don't be afraid to educate

some requests might take longer to reach than others. most stuff can get done in the span of 2-3 days. takes more than that time?? we're busy 🫶🏾🫶🏼

bye for now!!! - sincerely , 🪐 and 🎀 .

[2qties]

❝𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙈𝙔 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇'𝙎 𝘿𝘼𝙔❞

MODERN AU! UPPERMOONS X READER

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🪐: making this at 11:35 pm, can't let the gang know i was busy sobbing cs i ain't got no one. girlfriend day special for the big 3 moons modern au🙏🏾 love yall fr

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kokushibo 🌜

- sophisticated lover boy , he knows when to love and when to be professional regarding you .

- that doesn't mean he won't participate in this day .

for girlfriend's day, kokushibo planned a special and intimate activity for the two of you: a pottery class. the studio was warm and cozy, filled with the earthy scent of clay and the soft hum of spinning wheels. together, you spent the afternoon shaping and molding the clay, laughing and chatting as you worked on your individual pieces.

as the final hour approached, kokushibo gently guided you onto his lap. with his strong arms wrapped around you, the two of you began working on a single pot together. his hands over yours, you both guided the clay into shape, creating something unique and beautiful.

with a tender smile, kokushibo leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your neck before humming a gentle tune against your skin. "it's not much," he murmured, his voice a comforting rumble in your ear, "but i wanted to do something meaningful with you. we could paint these together later and put your favorite flowers in them."

his words, filled with warmth and sincerity, made your heart flutter. he held you close, the moment filled with love and connection. "you're very dear to me, darling," he continued, his lips brushing against your ear, "i love you."

in that quiet, shared space, surrounded by the fruits of your labor and the promise of more cherished moments to come, you felt the depth of kokushibo's affection. the day, filled with laughter, creativity, and tender gestures, became a beautiful memory that you would both treasure for years to come.

doma 🌈

- the most cheerful uppermoon of all cannot be caught not pampering his sweetheart on a day just for her !

- an adventurous day awaits between the both of you!

for girlfriend's day, doma planned a delightful movie marathon for the two of you. his cheerful nature set the perfect tone for a cozy day indoors. the living room was transformed into a snug haven, with blankets, pillows, and your favorite snacks spread out invitingly.

as the first movie started, doma cuddled up beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. his laughter was infectious, and he made funny comments throughout the films, keeping you entertained and smiling. his joy was palpable, making the experience even more enjoyable.

as the movie marathon continued, doma's playful and affectionate demeanor made every moment feel special. he would occasionally lean in to plant a kiss on your forehead or whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his warmth and love evident in every gesture.

during a brief intermission, doma surprised you with a homemade treat he had prepared earlier. "you like it, don't you," he said with a grin, "who wouldn't? agh, i'm treating you so well." his eyes sparkled with excitement as he handed you a plate of your favorite snacks, carefully arranged.

"i hope you liked today, sweetheart," he said softly during one of the quieter moments, his eyes filled with affection. "i love you sooooo much!" his words, combined with his cheerful spirit, made your heart swell with happiness.

the day flew by in a blur of laughter, snuggles, and shared enjoyment of your favorite movies. with doma by your side, every film seemed more vibrant, every moment more precious. the movie marathon was a perfect celebration of your love, filled with joy and the deep connection you shared.

"we're gonna be doing this more."

akaza 🏀

- the strong yet seemingly shy on dates uppermoon has arrived!

- whatever could he have planned?

for girlfriend's day, akaza planned a sweet picnic date for the two of you. he chose a serene spot in the park, under the shade of a large tree, and set up a cozy blanket with an assortment of your favorite foods. despite his shy nature and wariness about things going wrong, he put on a brave face for you, wanting the day to be perfect.

as you both sat down to enjoy the meal, akaza seemed more at ease, his gentle smile reassuring you. you chatted and laughed, savoring the delicious food and the beautiful weather. his efforts to make the day special warmed your heart.

however, as fate would have it, something did go wrong. a sudden gust of wind knocked over the drinks, spilling them onto the food. akaza's face fell, and his composure cracked. he started cussing himself, visibly upset and frustrated.

you quickly wrapped your arms around him in a comforting hug. "it's okay," you whispered, holding him tightly. at first, he resisted, still angry with himself, but gradually, he melted into your embrace. he laid his head on your shoulder, his breathing slowly calming as he took comfort in your presence.

in the quiet moment that followed, akaza muttered softly, "you always know how to make things better. i love you."

his vulnerability touched you deeply, and you gently stroked his hair, reassuring him with your silent support. the picnic might not have gone perfectly, but in that moment, the love and connection between you felt stronger than ever. the hiccup in your plans became just another cherished memory, a testament to your bond and the way you always found comfort in each other.

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🪐: finished at 11:59 pm i ate 🙏🏾 once again, happy girlfriend's day. don't hesitate to hmu for a request. love yall

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yo ass is NOT invited to my shinazugawa brother's themed birthday party.

"an empty grave and praying to a body that is not buried"

felt cute!!! might cry myself to sleep later!!!!!!!!

thinking about tanjiro watching sanemi fall into alcoholism after genya’s death and how gut churningly guiltly he would feel

thinking about nezuko avoiding sanemi at all costs because everytime she smiles at him, his face drops and his eyes get empty, and she can’t bare to be the cause of it anymore

thinking about giyuu having to clean and rebandage sanemi’s missing fingers because he refuses to do it himself, knowing those were the fingers he attempted to blind genya with

thinking about tengen showing sanemi the burial site of his own siblings, because he needs his friend to know he’s not alone in his grief

thinking about sanemi kneeling at an empty grave and praying to a body that is not buried

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❝ 𝙈𝙄𝙓𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙄𝙂𝙉𝙎 ❞

MODERN AU!UME/DAKI X FEM! READER

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🪐 : ❝ second post right after my all-nighter, js got done with a long nap nd it's real helpin me think straight rn . anyway, here's a reader gettin mixed signals from their best frien, ume!!! nd she 16 in the modern au, dw we not sexualizing here . its also real short ❞

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she's the prettiest girl anyone has ever seen, who wouldn't want to date her?

but for now, you're stuck as the best friend.

you two are like two peas in a pod, the closest duo anyone had ever seen. she'd bring you everywhere with her and vice versa and you two would be together every hour of the day.

whether it was eating out or even studying (barely) in class, you were inseparable.

yet, close relationships can make your heart tug for more.

and it didn't help with ume giving you mixed signals.

" oh, [ ] ? she's just my friend. "

she'd tell people with her arm wrapped around your waist, her manicured nails squeezing ever so slightly as if you were glass that would break at any touch. yet who would refuse to be broken by hers?

"ume, girl, get off your phone and help me pick ! " you whined and released a groan as ume's eyes were glued to her phone.

"bro, i'm looking for good transition songs for us in these dresses! you think i'm not gonna film this ? "

"kinda hard if only one of us has a dress ! "

"then i'll film it on my own . " she joked, rolling her eyes as she approached you, "alright, what are we working with ? " she glared down the dresses before furrowing her brows and grabbing them from you, "you've seriously got no sense of fashion , bae. i mean, green ? no , i want you to match with me for that night."

her hands selectively chose through the dresses, eyeing each one specifically as if she had to discern whether it was a worthy pick before her eyes settled on lovely shades of blue.

"pleeeease, none of these blues are good . " she complained, whizzing about the options.

"how bout that one ? " you pointed at the far back at one who caught your eye. your eyes danced about on the basic but sleek design, taking it off the hanger.

"why that one ? it's so basic . won't let you shine . " she e grabbed your hand and lead you towards a mirror, holding the dress against you as she sized it up.

"it's the closest shade of blue to your eyes . plus, i shine enough when i'm by your side . " you chuckled, eyeing yourself in the mirror.

ume wasn't necessarily frozen just more dumbfound before smiling. she changed her position to be behind you, tossing the hanger away as she held the dress against you before nuzzling her head in the crook of your neck.

"thank you, baby, you're the sweetest . " she kissed your cheek, her lip gloss staining it before she looked at the both of you in the mirror.

the mixed signals were killing you but who wouldn't want to see as far as it can go? so, until ume notices your growing love for her, your relationship won't advance unless you confess.

and honestly, with a best friend like her, it's worth the wait to be stuck as the best friend.

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🪐: ❝ bro i love daki ume warabihime whatever all so much she's actually my girl 🫶 two in one day we up!!! anyway , i was wonderin if yall wanted my socials to talk or smth even tho this acc not that big 🤷🏽‍♀️ buh bye fa now ❞

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❝ 𝙈𝙄𝘿𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎 ❞

KOKUSHIBO X CHILD! READER

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🪐 : ❝ first post on this page lesgooo. lost all my contacts nd stuff on the old one plus i ain't post much there after like a year so here we are on a fresh new page. no tw for this, just a lost kid nd a dangerous demon ❞

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"where am i now..?" you mutter with a strong sense of unease. how long has it been since the festival began? how long has it been since you stepped foot into the forest? how long has it been since you got lost? the moon shone over you, the vast endless forest crawling with creatures, potentially some that one could not comprehend.

separated from your family or even an adult that could help you on a night like this strikes terror into you.

the lush green forest that sparkled with morning dew and sang with the chorus of birds was a realm of enchantment, a vivid tapestry of life and light. yet, as the sun dipped below the horizon and shadows lengthened, that same forest transformed into a realm of spectral mystery.

the moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting eerie, flickering patterns on the forest floor, where every rustle of leaves seemed to whisper secrets from ancient times. the once-inviting trails now twisted into labyrinthine paths of uncertainty, the scent of damp earth mingling with the faint, haunting calls of nocturnal creatures.

the air, cool and heavy with the promise of the unknown, wrapped around you like a shroud, and the towering trees, now dark sentinels, loomed over you, their branches intertwining above like the vaulted ceiling of a forgotten cathedral.

each step you took resonated with the ghostly echoes of your heartbeat, and you could almost feel the forest itself watching, waiting, as if it held within its depths the very essence of nature’s shadowed beauty and timeless enigma.

crunch.

the sounds the leaves made under your fee-

crunch.

that wasn't you.

your soft foot steps began to accelerate, not taking any chances of the creature- person- whatever it was behind you. the thing behind you didn't speed up but you did until you began to speed into a full dash, your lungs tightening in your chest as your adrenaline messed up your way of reacting.

somewhere to hide.. somewhere to hide..!

your mind chanted as if a mantra. where were you even going to hide?

it was a horrible choice to chased down a bunny into the forest, why did it seem right at the time?

time seemed to slow down and before you knew it, you were yanked and thrown across someone's shoulder. you were about let out a shriek of horror before your position was changed into being held in the arms of this stranger.

and staring up at this stranger was an even worse choice. he wasn't grotesque but he did strike terror.

under the ethereal glow of the full moon, the man's visage was both mesmerizing and terrifying. the moonlight highlighted the stark contrast of his six eyes, each pair aligned symmetrically. they glowed with a chilling, otherworldly light, their irises a vivid red-yellow that seemed to pierce through the very soul of any who dared meet his gaze. each eye held a different emotion: a mixture of calm, fury, wisdom, and a haunting gleam.

his hair cascaded down his back in waves of deep, midnight black. the strands glimmered in the moonlight, as if woven from shadows themselves. his hair moved with a life of its own, subtly swaying with the breeze, creating an almost hypnotic effect. the dark locks framed his face perfectly, emphasizing the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity of his multiple eyes.

his aura under the moonlight was a palpable presence, a blend of ancient power and malevolent elegance. it radiated an overwhelming sense of dominance and authority, making the air around him feel heavy and thick. the coldness of his aura seeped into the surroundings, causing the temperature to drop slightly, the chill biting at the skin of any who ventured too close.

yet, no matter all this, he was still a stranger. some person you never knew, grabbing you and taking you away so you began to struggle. some effort was done as he did have some sort of annoyance on his face.

"would you stop that ? "

"let me go! let me go now ! "

"i'm trying to take you home, you fool . "

home ?

"how do you even know where i live , you creep ! leave me alone !"

"do you want to see your guardians or not."

"go away!"

and suddenly, you were on the floor again, dropped onto your butt. the mysterious figure glared down at you, not showing a sign of expression on his face, his annoyance was there.. maybe, you couldn't tell.

"go on and find your parents on your own."

he spoke before walking off and vanishing through thin air, as if teleportation. it made you gasp. not only did you miss your chance of finding your parents, your butt hurt. and what was that thing? six eyes? had you being lost driven you mad?

you stood up and dusted your clothing off before looking ahead.

the path looked different now, as if the tree branches had opened up just enough to let the moon glimmer softly onto the winding trail. if you squinted hard enough, you could see it—a light, faint yet unmistakably there. it wasn't the silvery glow of the moon but an orange light, flickering and warm.

that could only mean one thing: the festival was there, and soon, you would be found. the air buzzed with the distant hum of celebration, the mingling scents of roasted chestnuts and spiced cider wafting through the trees, guiding you toward the heart of the revelry.

the flickering light danced invitingly, promising warmth and the joy of reunion amidst the forest's nocturnal embrace.

you didn't even skip a beat as you began running down the trail, the thought of the man you had seen not lingering on you anymore. you just wanted to be home. just wanted to see your family.

strong wind whizzed behind your back and couldn't help but stare at your right, seeing something out the corner of your eye near the moon. and there he was.

the man, looking down at you with a solemn expression, just jerking his head in the direction you were meant to go.

as if meant for your safe arrival, you could have sworn the moonlight illuminating your way back dimmed down the second you were out.

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🪐 : ❝ so tired bro don't pull all-nighters nd get your rest unlike me cs ik damn well imma sleep in till like 8 pm it's 7:50 am alr nd i got no shut eye fr 🙅🏽‍♀️ imma go eat cs im starving then im sleepin buh bye ❞

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