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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️‍🩹

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I am so upset that i cannot donate right now BUT you guys have the chance to help! I want my page to remain a safe environment so helping people is part of it! If you are able to donate then PLEASE go to their gofundme!! Anything helps!

Please stay safe everyone and please stay kind!

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I finally finished this page! Anyways go watch The Edge of Sleep it’s amazing

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Stay awake. Stay alert. Stay alive.

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It’s a little bit crazy that it’s specifically because of Mark that The Edge of Sleep was such a hard sell (per his comment here).

Apparently no one wanted to touch it, because of Mark. Because of the stereotype that Youtubers and internet creators labor under. The only reason we have it now is that it got self-published via Prime. There was no marketing for so long because no one owns it. No one was willing to take it on.

And it’s extra crazy that Mark is taking full responsibility for this and trying to overturn that exact stereotype. Not just for the many folks involved with The Edge of Sleep, not just to see Iron Lung finally get pushed through to us, but for every Youtuber, every online creator, and everyone who comes after.

Revolutions don’t happen in a day, or even in a month. But Mark asked us for one small, important goal — to start a wildfire for just thirty days.

Just thirty days.

Can you imagine how much work that Mark has been doing behind the scenes, for years? For TEOS, for Iron Lung, and before that, for In Space with Markiplier, for projects we may not even be aware of? To legitimize his own incredible work? Being constantly brushed off because he started from the bottom and built his talent with his own two hands?

Imagine how many more creators are waiting in the wings with the most incredible things, constantly told no because they’re not considered a “real” artist.

The Edge of Sleep matters so much, to so many people. It’s not the end, either. It’s the beginning of a very long uphill journey. It’s not going to be easy. It’s going to take a very long time and a lot of perseverance to see anything come out of this.

But for right now? It’s just thirty days.

Don’t lose sight of why it matters.

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Just a reminder to check out my Masterlist of all Masterlists!!! don’t be shy to fill up my inbox while i’m on hiatus!!! i’d rather come back to write more than to have nothing🫶💚

note: the miscellaneous masterlist is a list of characters i write that i like from a certain series i.e: Soldier Boy from The Boys. i didn’t want to make a whole thing for one character from a universe and not write for anyone else in the same verse. hope that helps!💚🖤

THE MASTERLIST

HELLAVURSE MASTERLIST HERE!

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST HERE!

LOTR/THE HOBBIT MASTERLIST HERE!

JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST HERE!

STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST HERE!

SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST HERE!

THE WALKING DEAD MASTERLIST HERE!

DEMON SLAYER MASTERLIST HERE!

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST HERE!

MISC. MASTERLIST HERE!

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sorry for no updates:/ have been in the hospital trying to figure what’s wrong only to find out it is just stress🫶i’m currently in the process of trying to find a new place and new job. with what has happened in the US recently, i am now more inclined to leave the states and hopefully find permanent residence overseas. hopefully when my life has calmed down i can get to writing but right now i am just too overwhelmed with personal things in my life.

i will be going on a hiatus until i can manage my stress and get my life back in order🫶so sorry to everyone who was anticipating the next chapter(s) to “Ceilings” and to the person who had sent me a request i am sorry that i have not posted it. i still need to edit but i hope o get it out some time soon. thank you everyone who has liked my work thus far and i hope to post more when i am not a jumbled mess in my head. hope you all are well and continue to be safe🫶

see ya soon!

boutta go get shitfaced to forget my problems🙂‍↕️🫶kidding but i wish i could🥲

i’ll join dean one day😔he wouldn’t have let america come to this😔🤞

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UPCOMING!!

Okay so I know I didn't upload a chapter last week but I have a good reason! Work has burnt me out once again. I have been in so much pain physically that even just sitting up to type out stuff was excruciatingly painful. I had three days off last week to recuperate and today it was even worse than usual with my arms going numb and my legs trying to give out. I couldn't even go home after literally crying in pain so that was awesome.

Anyway! Monday is a short work day for me so I will be working on an ask I got for Demon Slayer! And I will have Tuesday and Wednesday off as well to work on Chapter 3. HOPEFULLY I can get it out this week but I do not make promises on that. I will post the ask but a chapter is a hit or miss.

I'm sorry for the rant/vent but just wanted to update! Hope all is well with you all!

Check out my Pinned Post for boundaries and other stuff!

Also, check out my isekai Demon Slayer story called "Ceilings"!

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So my new KNY story has gotten some attention and i had some people ask to be tagged if i am doing a tag list for the story.

I will tag those that have asked AND those that comment or PM me here! I’m glad you guys love it enough to want to be tagged🖤🖤hopefully a new chapter out soon!!

Ceilings Masterlist Here!

checkout the fanfic if ur interested!

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Chapter 2 - "𝕀'𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕"

"I'd love to change the world But I don't know what to do So I'll leave it up to you" ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Word Count: 3.0k Chapter Warnings: swearing, a brief mention of s/h scars, mentions of future character death, lowkey simping for Kagaya, MC hates Sanemi and Obanai, don't worry that'll let up soon;) Note(s) at the bottom! <Previous: Chapter 1 - Next: Chapter 3>

It was quite a cool day out despite the sun glaring down. Wind blew softly by, sifting through the wisteria flowers. I could smell the overwhelming scent of those trees. I instinctively went to rub my nose to deter the oncoming sneeze only to remember my hands were tied behind my back.

The moment Ubuyashiki stepped foot onto the porch, a warmth spread through me. His presence was so calming. I can understand why the Hashira were so calm and level-headed during the meetings.

"Welcome, my dear demon slayer." And, oh, did I melt at the sound of his voice. It was smoother than the Dove milk chocolate I would indulge in from time to time.

"Good morning, everyone. It feels like a beautiful day. The sky is a perfect blue, isn't it?"

My head was turned just enough to see Ubuyashiki 'looking' up at the sky. My heart lurched. I almost forgot he was blind. I moved my head a bit to see that it was, indeed, clear skies. An ocean of blue with the faint wisps of clouds closer to the horizon. The warmth of the sun didn't hold a candle to the warmth that Ubuyashiki managed to have with his very presence.

"It makes me very happy that we can have our twice-yearly Hashira meeting without any members having changed." I could hear the scuffling between Tanjiro and Sanemi. This was Tanjiro's first time seeing the master of the corps so it was understandable. That, and seeing Ubuyashiki's illness. My brows furrowed as I traced along the little scars adorning my wrist.

"Master," Sanemi lowered his voice, "I sincerely pray for your increased happiness. It is good to see you so healthy." I nearly scoffed at how sincere his voice sounds. The fact that he can find it in his heart that is three sizes too small to care about Ubuyashiki is insane. Genya deserves better than this two-faced piece of shit.

The smooth voice of Ubuyashiki hummed out, "Thank you, Sanemi."

Then the gravelly voice of the Wind Pillar spoke up, "I'm sorry, but before the meeting, would be so kind as to tell us why this corp member who travels with a demon, Tanjiro Kamado is here? And the foreign girl who was found passed out at the battle scene?"

I shuffled in my spot, wincing when a pebble dug into my kneecap. I could feel eyes digging into my skull as soon as Sanemi finished speaking. If they weren't talking about me before, they were now. I was growing uncomfortable at the prolonged silence until Ubuyashiki spoke up, deterring the attention to him.

"Yes, my apologies. I have accepted Tanjiro and Nezuko. I want everyone else to do the same." The pounding in my head from when I woke up was back tenfold with how loud everyone had suddenly got. I curled in more, wishing to have earplugs or something to block out the chaos.

"I wasn't finished."

I breathed a sigh of relief at the instant silence. I looked up a bit, seeing Ubuyashiki seemingly staring right at me. I froze. Oh god, am I in trouble? Wait, did I actually do anything to even be in trouble? I felt my hands shake and start to get clammy at the thought of being killed by any of the powerful people around me.

"Hello, my dear. I hear you speak English?" I shot up, back pin straight at the sound of my language being spoke by Ubuyashiki. His accent and the sound of his voice was a comfort to me at this point.

"I do! Uh- I mean , I do, sir. Am I in trouble?" A light chuckle escaped Ubuyashiki's mouth at my question.

"No, you are not. We just have some questions for you. Will you be willingly to answer what we want to ask?" I looked at the others around me. I knew what happened. How this all ends. I could not, however, reveal that to anyone. Ubuyashiki maybe, but everyone else?

"I will answer as best as I can, sir." Ubuyashiki hummed and nodded. His daughter on his left side translated to the others that could not understand. Everyone seemed to perk up at that. The situation with Tanjiro and his demon sister nearly forgotten until the master spoke up.

"Urokodaki has sent a letter in regards to Tanjiro and Nezuko." Now that they were back to Japanese, I zoned out. The questions that I'm sure to be asked are going to be a complicated one to answer. How does one even explain my situation? 'Yeah, so, I fell asleep after hiking up the trail I usually go to and when I woke up I was falling from the sky'.

After shifting in my spot again, I noticed how light I felt. My eyes widened as I realised my hiking pack was no longer on my back. I looked around subtly to see if I could spot the moss green pack only to see it resting in front of Ubuyashiki. How I didn't notice that before is beyond me but, hey, I have shit vision so.

I bit my lip out of anxiety. If they see my phone or anything electronic then they'll surely accuse me of being a witch, or worse, a demon. Do they even believe in witches? Are those a thing in Japan?

The raising of voices snapped me from my thoughts. I looked up to see the white haired douche cutting himself open, his arm extended over top of Nezuko's box. His blood dripped down onto it. Everyone waited with bated breaths to see if the small girl would attack the Wind Pillar.

Scratches sounded from inside the wooden container. Soon enough the demon girl tumbled out, her eyes slitted and focused on the cut from Sanemi's arm.

I heard grunts over on my right, seeing Tanjiro struggling to get up from Obanai's hold. Obanai was kind of a prick too, wasn't he? I glared at the shorter male until I felt scales sliding around my neck. A white snake with piercing red eyes stared back into my (E/C) ones.

"Come on, want a taste?" I turned my gaze to Sanemi and glared. I could tell he was trying to provoke the girl into attacking him. Watching Nezuko struggle against herself was painful to watch. The smell of his marechi blood almost broke her but, Nezuko 'hmphed' and turned her head away. I giggled a bit before shutting my mouth when Sanemi turned his glare to me.

"What did she do?" Ubuyashiki's daughter on his right explained what Nezuko did which had him smiling.

"There you have it. Nezuko Kamado will not attack a human." Ubuyashiki went on talking a bit more to the others. Tanjiro was still at the edge of the porch after he was freed from Obanai's hold thanks to Tomioka. I noticed Nezuko had crawled back into her box, huffing at the gobsmacked Wind Hashira. When the Kakushi came in to take Tanjiro away, I cringed back after hearing the demon king's name slip from his lips. Oh god, the second hand embarrassment.

"He will be staying at the Butterfly Mansion until he is healed." Shinobu spoke. And with that, Tanjiro was dragged away by the kakushi.

It was silent for a few. I could hear the faint caws of the crows nearby. Kaburamaru still resting around my shoulders. Sanemi made his way back to the line up and, finally, Ubuyashiki spoke.

"Who would like to go first?" More chaos. They all seemed to be talking over each other, looking at me with wonder. I fell back, my head almost colliding with the gravel when an arm wound around my shoulders, pushing me upright. Kaburamaru hissed at the person and coiled a bit tighter around me.

"Be careful! Don't want you passing out again!" I jumped when I heard Rengoku's booming voice by my ear. He was smiling down at me, his eyes sparkling as if this is his first time eating sweet potatoes. I smiled nervously, and nodded, hoping it was the correct response to whatever it was that he said.

"My children, please, let her have room," Ubuyashiki spoke, saving me from the group of slayers surrounding me. I sucked in a breath at the freedom. Look, when you're surrounded by attractive people asking you questions in a language you cannot understand then you'd freak out too.

"We got reports of the use of a breathing style no one has seen. Care to explain?" Sanemi was standing off to the side, arms crossed over his heavily scarred chest, waiting for an answer from me.

I glared right back into his eyes. I turned my gaze from the irritating male and to the head of the corps, trying to explain what I remembered, "It was a spur of the moment thing. When I saw that Tanjiro was going to be sliced up, I kinda just reached for what I had on me to see if I could at least delay the attack. I didn't expect a giant flaming tail to sprout from the old knife I had."

"Liar."

I turned to Sanemi when that word slipped from his lips. He was staring right at me, his gaze narrowed and his brows scrunched up in irritation.

I scoffed, "Liar? How can I be a liar if what I'm saying is all I know? You expect me, a foreigner, to know why the hell that happened? I don't even know how I got here! For God's sake, I can barely even wield a weapon! And, assuming you all have been through the backpack I had with me, you'd know that I am, in fact, not lying!" I was huffing at the end. It was silent as Sanemi and I exchanged glares.

"Then why do we have a report telling us that you had, in fact, used a breath style? Quote unquote 'Breath of the Dragon. Sixth Form: Tail of Thorns'. Ring any bells?" A pain shot through my skull when the supposed breath style I used was uttered from the scarred male. I inhaled sharply at the pain, trying, and failing, to suppress the groan that was bubbling up my throat.

Shinobu, the ever-smiling woman, crouched in front of me. I could barely make out her face, my eyesight blurred from the tears lining my lash line. The pain was subsiding slowly but, when Shinobu placed a gentle hand to my forehead, I recoiled from the pins and needle feeling that sprouted from the spot she had touched.

"What did you say to her?" Shinobu turned to look at Sanemi. From the tone of her voice, I assume she had asked him a question. What that question is, I could not tell you. I watched as Sanemi's frown turned from a scowl to concern.

"I asked her about the breath style she used. Are you blaming me for her stupid headache?" I could almost feel the anger radiating from Shinobu when Sanemi had finished speaking. In fact, Rengoku and Tengen and even Mitsuri had turned to glare at the man. I wish I had popcorn or something to snack on. It's like watching a reality show that was actually interesting.

"Her 'headache' seemed to have appeared the moment you said that. If she has transient global amnesia from the concussion she had suffered, then she won't remember anything from the last 24 hours. It's best to let her recover those memories before prodding into her mind." Shinobu huffed and turned her attention back to me. I blinked at her, watching her expression shift from anger and irritation to calm and...happy? Her hand rose to gently touch my forehead again, this time with no pain sprouting from the spot.

"Since Kocho won't let me ask those questions, then how about we discuss the contents of your 'backpack'. Rengoku, grab the sack." Sanemi directed the last part of his words to the Flame Hashira. I sat there on my ass, wrists still bound together, seeing the others beginning to plop down closer to me as Rengoku grabbed my backpack, speaking lowly to the master, and returning to the semi circle of Hashira. He dropped the pack in front of me, taking a seat on my left side, and untied my restraints.

I dragged my pack closer, seeing the others lean closer to catch a glimpse of what I'll produce first. I hid my smirk as I unzipped the green pack, and dug for the familiar metal container that held the first aid supplies.

"We'll go one by one. How about that? If you have any questions about anything, Sanemi will translate 'cause I heard he's just nice like that." I held back a chuckle when I heard the Wind Hashira growl at that. The others, however, laughed when Ubuyashiki's daughter had translated what I said.

I pulled out the medical kit, moving my back pack to my right side since I basically trust Mitsuri with my life at this point. The green painted box was placed in front of me. I unlatched the locks and opened it to reveal general first aid stuff. As I looked inside, I'm pretty sure there was quite a few stuff that they couldn't recognise.

"This is just the basic first aid kit I bring with me on hikes. I'm sure Shinobu would like to go through it. Wanna hand it down to her for me?" I watched as Mitsuri passed it to Shinobu, who took it with careful hands. I could practically see the flowers and sparkles dancing around her as she dug through the kit. I smiled and blindly reached my hand into my bag again. I emptied out everything I had, or, I thought it was everything. I picked up my bag to hand to Obanai(untrusting motherfu-) only to feel a bit of weight to it. I reached in one last time, and felt three paper-back books. I yanked them out to see the first breath user's face staring right at me.

"Oh no..." My heart dropped right into my ass when the three volumes of Demon Slayer appeared in my hands. I completely forgot these were in there. I could feel the breath that was caught in my throat, my hands shaking as a cold fear rushed through my blood.

"Hey! What's got you shaking in your shoes?" Sanemi's rough voice cut through my panicked thoughts. I ignored him as I shoved the three books under my thigh, trying to hide them from any prying eyes. I was in the presence of the most vigilant people so when I felt the books leave from under me and in the hands of the irritating Wind Pillar, I almost fainted on the spot.

"What the hell? Why is Iguro on here?! Answer me!" He shoved the books into the Snake Pillars hands. His face was in mine. I stared at him, putting on my best poker face.

"I don't know what you're talking about. They just appeared in my pack so..." I looked away from the guy, watching Obanai flip through the volume that had himself on it. I chewed on my bottom lip, seeing the slight tremble in the Hashira's hands. I could only assume he's seen Shinobu's death...and the others fighting Kokushibou.

"Ask her what she knows about Muzan Kibutsuji." Even Obanai's voice was shaking with emotions. I could see Sanemi's brows furrow at whatever the Snake Pillar had said. Ubuyashiki even seemed to sit up straighter and turn to 'look' at me.

"Iguro wants to know what you know about Muzan." I cursed the snake guy under my breath. I couldn't tell them what I knew. It's bad enough that I have three of the twenty three volumes on me. If I played dumb then they would know I'm lying. I can't tell them about the final battle but...

"He's the demon king. The first demon to ever exist. I... know Obanai had just read about Shinbou's demise to Upper Moon 2. If I could tell you who lives and who dies, then I would but, that goes against the laws of this universe. I cannot tell you whether Muzan lives or dies. I can tell you that I will save those I can so that when the time comes to defeat Muzan, we'll have the numbers. If I do have a breathing style, I'm sure I'll be trained by someone who can help me master it," I spoke. I winced a bit at everyone's crestfallen expression at the news of Shinobu's death to the same demon who had killed her older sister. I even saw a flicker of fear flash in the Butterfly Pillar's normally emotionless eyes.

I stared ahead right at the master of the Demon Slayer Corps.

"It may not be today or tomorrow but, we will have the numbers to defeat that Michael Jackson rip-off and we will do it with the lowest amount of casualties as possible. If I can plan this right, we might even be able to convince a few demons to our side of the war." The moment that last sentence came from my mouth, I could feel the chaos before it erupted.

"Quiet."

Ubuyashiki's chocolate voice sounded throughout the courtyard. The others sat back, glancing between me and the master. The smile on Kagaya's face was that of determination.

"If what you say is true, then may I ask what demons you plan to convince?" Sanemi scoffed at that. I wanted to throat punch him so bad at this point for his pissy attitude towards everything but I held back.

"Akaza who is Upper Moon 3 and hopefully I can get through Upper Moon 6, Gyutaro and Daki. It's not much but, they're the ones that I'm sure will be easiest. Upper Moon 2 reminds me too much of another person that I know so convincing him will achieve nothing. Upper Moon 1 however... It will take everything I know about his life before he turned. Upper Moon's 5 and 4 are just lost causes," I explained. The thought of some of the strongest demons turning on Muzan to help us defeat him seemed to make some of the Hashira perk up.

If the words 'defeat Muzan' could be a feeling then I'm sure it would be whatever is in the air right now.

Ubuyashiki smiled, "Then I'll leave it up to you, (L/N) (Y/N)."

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"How do you know my name-?!"

I got my charger! And I would have uploaded yesterday but my cat had to go to the vet and now im on the verge of my breaking point cause I do not have enough for his dental work:,) Anyway... More chapters to come! I am trying my best to edit them myself before I post. I am a one man team so I try and I DO NOT want to use A.I. for editing:,) so if I miss anything then let me know!

Also! sorry for the heavy hate on Sanemi...Since reading the whole series I kinda have a grudge against the guy. Being an older sibling myself, I cannot stand when someone hates their younger sibling ESPECIALLY if they are all they have. I know he doesn't actually hate him but I don't think I could EVER treat my younger brother like that. So I will let up when MC gets closer and meets Genya but for right now, she will be hating on the dude.

I will write more interactions between both Tomioka and Rengoku next chapter considering the next one is going to be a bit more fun and not story-based entirely. Anyway, hope you enjoy this so far!

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soooo….my macbook charger broke and i don’t get paid till Friday and even then i’ll have to wait for it to get here🥲👍so no chapter this week. il get it out when i can!!

i am expanding my notes for it tho to get more ideas and brainstorm🫡

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Chapter 1 - "𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕆𝕗 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝"

"Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?"ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ Word Count: 2.5k Chapter Warnings: injuries, swearing Note(s) at the bottom! <Previous: Prologue - Next: Chapter 2>

Hanging upside down was only fun for so long. Feeling my blood rush to my head was nauseating. The only thing that kept me from passing out was watching the blurred upside down figures of the spider demon, Rui, fighting with Tanjiro.

Watching the fight between Tanjiro and Rui was both fascinating and horrifying. Tanjiro Is a strong kid but Rui is faster. Demon's are nearly perfect beings. The wounds that Tanjiro inflicted on the demon did nothing as it just healed seconds after. My heart was beating out of my chest and I choked on air a few times thinking Tanjiro was going to get a death blow. I know he lives but it's still scary to see in real time.

I wanted to help somehow. Nichirin weapons are the only thing that can hurt a demon. I looked around the floor for a fallen slayer's sword but no luck. I huffed in frustration. The only thing available to me right now is my pocket knife. It wasn't nichirin and it was too small to cut through even the demon kid's neck but it's really all I have right now.

I maneuvered the arm that wasn't held as tightly as the other, shifting it to reach back. I usually kept my pocket knife in back pocket. I'm actually surprised nothing fell out of my backpack or pockets considering I am dangling upside down. Brushing the thought off, I reached into my back pocket. I felt the metal of the knife graze my fingertips. I tried to reach more in hopes of just being able to slide the blade up so I could grasp it easier.

Finally grabbing hold of the knife, I shuffled my arm up so I could open the knife. I glanced up to see Rui was still distracted with fighting Tanjiro. I can't remember if the demon could feel his threads getting cut but it's now or never. Tanjiro needs help and if I can distract them for long enough for Tomioka to get here then I'm golden.

I brought the blade of the sharpened knife to a thread. I kept my eyes locked onto the spider demon and cut the thread. I waited a bit to see if anything happened and...nothing. I watched as Tanjiro cut through threads, Rui producing more in retaliation.

He can feel threads being broken but because I had cut mine at the same time Tanjiro did, the spider didn't notice. I smirked a bit at that and made sure to time me cutting the threads around me to when Tanjiro sliced the ones attacking him.

The last thread around me was cut, dropping me unceremoniously to the hard forest floor. Pain shot up my spine at the landing causing me to groan a bit. My bandages that I had put on earlier were falling off. I grumbled and swiped them away as I got to my feet. I swayed a bit as my blood rushed back down from my head. I could feel a trickle of blood leave my nose that I wiped away.

I looked up just in time. Threads from Rui's fingertips were surrounding Tanjiro. It was like time slowed as the strings enclosed around the injured slayer. I gripped my pocket knife, the metal design of the handle digging into my skin. My feet moved on their own, sprinting towards Tanjiro who was trying to block with his broken blade. I felt my body jump on its own, gaining air.

My arm moved on its own accord. My knife was held up, the moonlight glinting off the blade as it was swiped from left to right. I hoped that even with this small blade I could cut through some of the threads.

What I didn't notice was the words being mumbled from my mouth.

"Breath of the Dragon. Sixth Form: Tail of Thorns"

A burst of orange light erupted from my blade, blinding for a few seconds. Opening my eyes, I saw a scaled tail swishing through the air. The appendage looked to be made of fire. The heat from it was so much that I felt like I was sitting in a sauna fully clothed. Spikes trailed down the back and sides which led to lethal looking blades at the end of the tail.

My heart was racing and I could feel steam escape my throat, as if I had a fire burning in my lungs. I couldn't feel my nails extend into claws and dig into the palms of my hands. I couldn't feel my canines lengthen either, cutting into my bottom lip. I almost didn't notice my eyesight get sharper, clearer. I could see every ember fly off the tail that sprouted from my pocket knife. I could see every string that the demon kid controlled and produced.

Hearing Tanjiro's heart stutter at the sight almost distracted me. It was beating irregularly from the panic he felt. I could hear Rui suck in a gasp at the sight of the giant flaming tail swish around a bit.

The tail was a bit longer than that of a car. I noticed how it was idling, as if waiting for a command or something. The thought of it cutting through the spider demon's threads crossed my mind and with that thought, the tail raised itself and swiped through the threads, disintegrating them at the touch of the flames. The fire burned through all the strings that were touching, Rui letting them go at the last second to avoid the deadly flames.

Everything was quiet. Tanjiro looked like he pissed his pants and Rui was glaring at me with a frown on his lips. My lungs felt like they were on fire. It was getting harder and harder to breathe with every breath of air I sucked in. My hearing was no longer as good and my eyesight went back to the shitty vision I had before.

"Are you a new demon of Master Kibutsuji?"

The moment that name spilled from his lips, I looked up. Tanjiro looked at the demon before setting his eyes on me, watching me. Why did he say Muzan's name? What was he asking? The anger in the spider demon's eyes simmered to that of confusion. I could see Tanjiro visibly shaking, probably thinking that he'll have to fight two demons.

I opened my mouth to respond when I choked on the steam still coming from my lungs. I coughed and hacked, trying to gain air. I dropped to my knees, a hand holding my burning throat. My eyes were watering and black spots were dotting the edge of my vision.

If I die from this I am going to be so upset.

With the little strength I had, I looked at Tanjiro. His eyes screamed confusion and fright as he stared at me coughing my lungs up. I reached a hand out and that's when my vision decided to go black. The last thing I felt was my head hitting the rough ground of the forest floor.

It was silent. Tanjiro was looking at the woman with alarm. Her head made a sickening 'crack' as it collided with a rock. His heart was racing and his stomach was in knots. She wasn't a demon, his nose caught a whiff of her humanity. He could barely smell it through all the smoke around her. It was so suffocating, like he was stuck in a burning building.

Rui was looking down at the woman with confusion and disdain. If she was truly a demon then she wouldn't have passed out. He also would be able to sense if she was. He watched as the woman's chest rose and fell with shallow breath's. Someone so powerful was stuck in such a weak body. How pitiful.

After a few moments, Rui turned back towards the young demon slayer. He rose his hands and before Tanjiro could even defend himself some way, Nezuko appeared in front of her brother, taking the brunt of the attack. Her blood spurted out. She groaned a bit, still in her stance to protect Tanjiro. Rui dragged her towards him via web and went on his long speech about family.

It was a long fight. Nezuko ended up being tied upside down like the strange female was before. She used her blood demon art to incinerate the strings and Tanjiro used Sun Breathing! His celebration didn't last long when the decapitated demon kid caught his own head and placed it back on. The anger from the spider demon was palpable.

"I haven't been this angry in a long time..."

Rui raised his hands and with the utter of his blood demon art, Tanjiro covered his head. The sound of the strings slicing through the air could be heard as the descended onto Tanjiro. Before the strings could get even inches from him, they were cut.

Tanjiro looked up. Tomioka Giyuu stood with his back to Tanjiro.

"I'll take it from here." And with that, Tomioka was thrown into battle with the lower moon.

Tanjiro was quick to crawl towards his injured sister who happened to land next to the unconscious foreigner. Tanjiro rolled the girl to her side to see if any of her injuries were in need of a bit of help.

Steam was coming from the cuts scattered across her face as they seemed to close themselves up. Tanjiro furrowed his brows at this. When demon's regenerate, steam never comes the wounds that are closing. He also thought back to that breathing style she had used. Her eyes turned slitted, like that of a demon but he could still smell that she was human.

When that tail appeared from her small blade, even she looked surprised. It's like...she wasn't expecting that to happen. The tail was huge and, if swung wrong, surely could've decapitated both him and that lower moon.

If she isn't a demon, then what was this girl?

"Who is that? And why are they dressed so provocatively?"

"And they're arms? They seem to have been in battles before!"

"Look at their face! i have never seen someone so young with that many piercings!"

My head was pounding. The voices around me were speaking in a language I couldn't understand. The ground I was on was rough, like I was face first in gravel. The muscles in my arms were straining from being held behind my back. And my fucking head hurt like a bitch, did I mention that?

I groaned, trying to sit up. When I went to pull my arms forward I was met with resistance. That's when I opened my eyes. It was bright. I was laying on my side, facing an old style Japanese house. Tall trees with bright purple flowers were almost surrounding the estate. When I looked to my left I saw the passed out figure of Tanjiro, also tied up, and being beaten by the kakushi.

Tanjiro...

Oh my lord. I forgot I was dropped into this universe.

I tried more frantically to sit up but with my arms tied behind my back, that made it a bit harder. A set of hands grabbed my shoulder's and helped me sit up. I looked over a bit to see a familiar flame patterned haori.

"I'm so glad you're awake!" God, his voice was even more soothing to hear in real life. He turned me to face the rest of the Hashira. Seeing them all, I almost cried. They were all talking, breathing, and just... alive.

"Are you okay?" I turned towards the voice. Uzui was looking at me with a frown on his lips. I tilted my head to the side, my brows furrowed as I tried to see if I recognised any of the words he said.

"Sorry, I don't speak Japanese." It got scarily quiet after that. I gulped, grasping on to a rock that my fingers could reach as each Hashira stared at me. That's when I heard that growling voice walk into the circle.

"A foreigner? What the hell is someone like that doing here?" Sanemi being able to speak and understand English was a shock. Why would that asshole ever learn that anyway?

"You can speak English?" The Wind Pillar looked down at me with a glare. Nezuko's box was under his right arm. He stepped closer towards me making me want to scoot closer to the bright Flame Pillar who was still behind me.

"Why are you here? What was that breathing style you used back on that mountain? And why in the hell are you dressed like that?" My head pounded more at the loudness. I glared at him from under my lashes.

"My name is (Y/N) (L/N) and I'm about ready to shove my foot up your ass if you do-"

"Nezuko!"

All heads whipped towards the bruised and beaten demon slayer. I watched as Tanjiro tried to free himself to get to Nezuko. I did end up scooting back into Rengoku to try and get away from the commotion as much as possible. A warm hand was placed on my shoulder, their thumb rubbing soothing circles on my skin. My racing heart calmed down at the comfort.

Sanemi brought out his blade, the sun hitting it just right and blinding me for a second. Asshole.

He smiled menacingly at Tanjiro, stabbing through the box that Nezuko was hiding inside of. I watched as he pulled his sword out, blood dripping from it. I frowned at that. Could this guy be any more of jerk?

Tanjiro yelled out at that. He sprinted towards the Wind Pillar and headbutted the shit out of him. When I tell you that the sound from that was deafening, I mean it. I actually felt concerned for Sanemi until I remembered how he treats his brother.

A laugh escaped my chest at the sight. I tried to keep quiet but then I heard Mitsuri laugh as well and that's when her and I looked at each other before descending into full belly laughter. The grip on my shoulder tightened a bit which caused my to shut my mouth. I saw Uzui glancing at Mitsuri which seemed to shut her up as well.

Tanjiro grabbed onto the straps of his sister's box and landed a few feet away from the injured Wind Hashira. He glared at the heavily scarred slayer with anger and hurt.

"If you can't tell the difference between a good demon and a bad demon, then you don't deserve to be a Hashira!" As Sanemi got back on his feet, the pillar smiled evilly. He growled something that I couldn't hear. Before the scarred jerk could make a move, a young voice called out from the porch of the estate.

"The master of the mansion has arrived!"

The girl was quite cute. Her hair was a bright white, whiter than Sanemi's. Her eyes almost looked lifeless but when she caught sight of me, they sparkled a bit. She turned back to look at the entrance of the estate, waiting for her father to step through. I could see the tall figure of Ubuyashiki Kagaya making his way to the porch of his mansion.

Rengoku stepped from behind me and kneeled at my left side. He gently guided my head to bow down at their master. I stared at the rocks in my line of sight and let out a sigh.

Well, let's hope all goes well in this shit show, huh?

SURPRISE!!! I have today and tomorrow off and I wanted to write so I decided "Why not post this chapter?" And that is exactly what I did. Hope you all enjoy! I'm going to be writing up Chapter two now cause that one is gonna be an info dumper.

I'll have to write out battles eventually but considering that reader wasn't part of the last bit of that battle, I decided to skip it. This one was short and I'm sorry but I want to make the next chapter longer with the Hashira meeting and Ubuyashiki meeting Reader. I felt that if I put it in this chapter then it would be too much info at once.

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Prologue - "𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀"

"True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree A willow dancing on air before covering me" ☆.𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆ Word Count: 1.5k Chapter Warnings: Blood, swearing Note(s) at the bottom! <Next: Chapter 1>

It was a rare sunny day in the little town of Sitka. While the heat barely reached 65 degrees, it was still hot enough for the residents to feel sweat accumulating amongst their skin. The seagulls were circling above, screeching with annoyance at the lack of fish surfacing. Boats heading in to unload and others heading out to set gear and bring back what they can get. Sitka was a small town with a population of a little more than 8,000. Sadly, it was tourist season so all of downtown was crowded with out-of-state people looking for souvenirs to bring back. Since everyone was busy, that meant most trails(besides Totem Park) were more open.

Y/N was busy putting together her hiking pack for her trip up Thimbleberry. She wanted to make it up to Heart Lake for lunch and rest for a bit before coming back down for the day. The essentials she usually has on her were:

Phone, battery pack with charging cables, headphones, water bottle with more ice than water, protein bars, bug spray, bear spray and whistle, a speaker, a pocket knife, a first aid kit, and a change of clothes.

This time, since she was going to be gone for longer than normal, she had also added her iPad with the stylus, a lunch box that had more than just the protein bars, one more set of clothes, an extra pair of shoes, a hoodie and a blanket big enough to sit on.

She made sure to tie a rain coat around her waist in case it decides to rain(it usually does 360 out of 365 days a year). While the weather app on her phone did say it was going to be cloudy with sun all day, rain has a tendency to show up when unwanted. She sprayed herself with the can of bug spray to avoid any pesky mosquitos from biting her, making sure her hair was out of the way.

Her outfit for today was a thick strapped tank top and sports bra, thermal leggings underneath cargo pants, thick socks, and chunky hiking boots. She double checked her pack, making sure her pocket knife was in a pocket on her pants, and that her water bottle and the bear spray were easily accessible. Her bluetooth speaker was hooked onto her backpack and fully charged.

She huffed as she picked up the pack and lugged it out her front door. She made sure her cat was fed and had plenty of water before she took off for her day trip.

"I'll see you later, stinker." Petting the feline, shestepped out and locked the door to her house.

The house itself, while not that amazing outwardly, meant everything to Y/N. It's been standing from the early 1800's and passed down throughout generations in her family. Making sure the knob couldn't turn, Y/N picked up her gear and headed towards the Jeep Wrangler sitting in the gravel driveway. She unlocked the vehicle, stuffing the pack into the passengers seat, and closing the door.

The drive to Thimbleberry was bit long for a town that only had 14 miles of road from one end to the other. The scenery passed by in a blur of green and blue, the trees swaying and the ocean waves crashing against the shore. The concrete structures of whales in Whale Park were being climbed upon by kids and finally the lot for Thimbleberry was seen. Two other cars were parked closest to the entrance which Y/N paid no mind to.

Walking around the front of her car to grab her pack, Y/N unpocketed her phone to connect it to her speaker. Usually playing something loud was enough to scare off any of the bears who decides to wander too close to the trails. Putting on her 'Classic Rock' playlist, she grabbed her pack and hoisted it up on her shoulders, making sure to tighten the straps.

The walk through Thimbleberry was scenic and relaxing. Y/N stopped a few times to take pictures of whatever she found interesting and what she'll probably draw later. She picked a handful of salmonberries to munch on as well. Finally, Heart Lake was in her sights. It was a huge lake surrounded by evergreen trees. The water was clear and you could see the bottom full of colored rocks. A wooden dock was built out a few feet from shore and a two person boat with oars was tied to a pole on the dock.

Y/N walked a bit more till she found a small grassy area near the lake shore. A giant spruce tree was at the edge of the small grass area and that is where she shucked off her pack and crouched down. Unclipping her blanket, she rolled it out to sit on.

"Maybe I can nap for a bit before heading out..." She mumbled to herself. She kept an arm looped through one of her pack's straps and settled against the thick trunk of the tree. The speaker was blasting out the song 'Highway to Hell' as she fell into a deep sleep.

The feeling of falling was what abruptly woke Y/N up. Her brain didn't seem to register the fact that she was free falling through the air until she tried to sit up. A scream tore through her throat as wind whipped by. Her arms immediately clutched the closest thing to her, her hiking pack. Closing her eyes, she hoped this would be a quick and easy death. Unfortunately for her, she didn't die. Her back was cut up by the smaller branches of the trees she is currently crashing through.

Her spine made contact with a thick branch and she could feel the wind get knocked from her lungs. Letting the hiking pack go, she curled up and landed roughly on the forest floor.

Breathing was difficult, but she pushed herself up to sit. She looked around to see if she could identify where she was, assuming she was still in her small town in Alaska.

It was dark. Looking up, she could see the full moon glaring back down. The stars were a lot clearer and twinkling against the dark blanket of the sky. The forest she was in was quiet. Actually, it was suspiciously quiet for someone who grew up surrounded by the woods.

Reaching for her pack, Y/N dragged it closer towards her and opened it. She grabbed the green kit full of medical supplies, opening it, and grabbing the bundle of bandages. She could feel the blood from the cuts on her back drying against the tank top that was surely shredded to pieces.

Taking off the piece of clothing was a chore itself. Her arms and torso were screaming in pain as she slid the torn up fabric off of her. She wrapped the bandages around her as best she could, stuffing the tank top into her pack for extra bandages in case.

Armed with only her pocket knife and gear, Y/N got up. Grunts of pain escaped her chapped lips and she could taste metal in her mouth, whether that was from blood or her tongue piercing, she did not know.

The song 'Paradise City' was now playing through her speaker. She almost forgot that she was supposed to be at Heart Lake. No sign of water nearby and no critters making noise was heard.

Y/N huffed, dragging her feet through the broken branches on the ground. Her brows furrowed as she listened intently for any kind of noise. The lack of forest fauna was concerning to her. There wasn't even any buzzing from mosquitos. Walking further into the dark woods, a faint screaming could be heard.

That was definitely human. Y/N picked up the pace, gripping her pocket knife tightly in one hand and the other was holding onto the strap of her pack.

The yelling intensified as she got closer. A spark of hope burst into her chest and now she was running. Closer and closer she finally broke through the trees into a clearing where a boy with burgundy hair was on the ground covered in wounds and a child, no older than 12, was glaring at the boy.

"What the fuck."

The two turned towards the foreign voice. Y/N stared back as she took in the scene. That's when she noticed the appearance of the 12(?) year old boy who was definitely not human. Everything about him screamed supernatural. Looking closer, she could see something printed in his eye.

"Sorry to interrupt but, do you two know where the fuck I am?"

The two slow blinked and, faster than Y/N could see, the white haired boy shot his arm out at her. She could feel something wrap around her. Her body was now hanging upside down with the blood rushing to her head.

"Your fight is with me! Leave her out of this!" The burgundy boy lunged at the kid, katana drawn and ready to hack the kid's head off in one swipe. Y/N almost passed out from shock. What language was that? And katana's?! Why is he attacking that kid?!

Wait...

Squinting her eyes, she took in the faces of the two.

Well, shit. She fell into Demon Slayer.

PROLOGUE IS DONE!!!! Hope you guys like this! I'm looking forward to writing this story!

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"𝒸𝑒𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈"

"But it's not real And you don't exist"

Rengoku Kyojuro x F!Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x F!Reader

Genre: Isekai, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Smut

Current Word Count: 7.2k(will be updated after every new chapter)

Warnings: Cringe moments, sexual tension, smut, minor deaths, crackhead energy, horribly written fight scenes, definitely grammar errors cause author never paid attention in English class

Desc: Have you ever had that feeling like you're falling when sleeping? Well in your case, that happens to be true. After falling asleep under a willow tree on your hike, you wake up to that feeling only to notice that you are, in fact, falling! Crash landing into a tree, falling through it's branches and finally dropping to the forest floor, you sit up through the migraine and see...nothing. It's a good thing you have your backpack! Oh, is that... blood?

NEW CHAPTERS WILL BE UPLOADED WHEN POSSIBLE!!

Note: I did say mini-series but... I lied. I think it'd be cool to start a story on here. I will definitely try to upload a chapter every week. I would say on a certain day but... my work schedule is never consistent so I'll post on day I'm free during that week...Or just write up a chapter on a free day and then queue it for a day that will be the day a chapter comes out... mmm yes I like that plan.

Note 2: Chapters are going to be titled with song names if you haven't picked up on that:) I try to find ones that will fit the vibe for the chapter. I don't know if I should link said songs to the chapters considering a lot of these are ones people might recognise. Might keep it as is since I also provide a snippet of lyrics from said songs.

Prologue - Would That I

Chapter 1 - Game Of Survival

Chapter 2 - I'd Love To Change The World

Chapter 3 - Sick - TBA

Chapter 4 - TBA

I love Isekai stories and I hope my take on it is good! This is the masterlist for this story so be sure to check whenever a new chapter is out!

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"ᵀᴴᴱ ᴺᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᵂᴱ ᴹᴱᵀ"

Rengoku Kyojuro x F!Hashira!Reader

Genre: literally just angst.

Word Count: 718

Warnings: Major Character Death, grief, depression, 1(one) mention of a miscarriage, talks of future death, please do not read if you're in a fragile state of mind. I am not responsible for the media you consume. read at your own risk.

Desc: The 7 stages of grief. It seems like I'm stuck on stage 4 and yet...I'm not.

Note: The way people process death varies from person to person. I know not many people have experienced that. I mean, you wouldn't want to. I, myself, have never truly processed that my grandpa is gone. I went from going to bed one night to being woken up by mom crying and telling my brother and I to give our grandpa love. Next thing I know is we have him being loaded into the back of a hearse and seeing him in a casket. We moved a year later and I guess since I was going into the 8th grade in a new state, I didn't have time to think and process. I was stuck in stage 4 for years. I've come to learn that, while I do miss him, I'm glad that he still managed to teach me something. That death could happen at any time and to anyone. It does not matter how strong they are or if they are young or old. Death takes when it is their time. I hope to the people who are or have gone through something similar: you are not alone. Yes, it's scary but it does get better. They are watching you and guiding you. You may not see them but that doesn't mean they aren't there.

It's like seeing everything from someone else's eyes. Your thoughts don't feel like your own. Your body is on autopilot.

Grief. People say that there are seven stages that your brain goes through. The first is denial. When I had received the news of my husband's death, I couldn't, no, wouldn't, believe it. There was just no way that the kindest and strongest human I knew, was dead. Then that boy, Tanjiro, came. He told us Kyojuro's last words.

Next was anger. The anger I felt towards the demon who took the life from my husband was easily seen on my face. I wanted so badly to just search search for this thing. Senjuro was quick to talk me out of it but that does not mean the feeling went away. I also hate to admit that I felt anger towards Kyojuro. How could he just leave us like this? Leave me and Senjuro alone. Our baby...

Bargaining. If I wasn't pregnant, I could have gone on the mission. I could have saved him. If I told him about the baby then maybe he wouldn't have left. He would've stayed and Kagaya could've sent another hashira instead. Maybe...

Depression likes to creep up on its victims. It slowly wraps itself around your brain and then constricts. When Senjuro pointed out how I didn't act like myself anymore, I knew then that depression had sunk its claws into me. My body moved on autopilot. Wake up, eat, sit at Kyojuro's grave, sleep, repeat. Senjuro made sure I took care of myself. Made sure I went to Shinobu's for baby check-ups. She told me how surprised she was that I haven't lost the baby from all the stress I'm under. She proceeded to tell me that it's probably because their father is Kyojuro so they're a fighter.

Shinjuro stopped drinking. He hasn't had a drop since the news. He helps Senjuro around the house and forces me to eat. He's worried about me. Senjuro as well.

I've been told that I talk in my sleep now. That I always cry. I've woken up to the two standing over me with concern and worry written on their faces.

Acceptance. I don't think I will ever accept his death. Accept that he is gone. He will never know about his child. That he was going to be a father. I remember how he used to tell me about what he wanted in his future. No demons, a nice house in the country, and kids. Of course, his vision was us with 10 kids but I talked him into having at least 4. He wanted all girls and I wanted equal number boys and girls.

I don't plan to court another. I don't plan to remarry. I don't think I could ever love another. Not as much as I love Kyojuro. While my friends want me to move on, to find someone who will help take care of my child, I just can't. Kyojuro will always be my child's father. I'll paint pictures so they know what he looked like. Tell them stories about the battles he fought in. I want them to know that their father loves them and is always watching over them.

The story of how Kyojuro and I met will be a story they will come to cherish. Maybe...this is hope?

Processing grief is the last step. I feel like I am stuck on step four. Shinobu says that while depression may be constant in my mind, I have processed my grief. It may have been processed differently, I have come to accept that Kyojuro is gone.

"I love you, Kyojuro. While you may not be here physically, I know that you are up there. You are waiting to see your child be brought into this world and live knowing that you love them and that you will guide them. When they are born, I will be called back onto missions. The fight with Muzan is closer than we think... and I hope to live to see our child grow but... I know that might not happen and you and I will be reunited sooner than we'd like."

I got up slowly, hand on my belly, and left a single flower upon the stone.

A blue spider lily.

Kyojuro would definitely have more than 10 kids if he could. He wants his own personal army so he can antagonize Sanemi. He'll spread them out evenly amongst the hashira when they need babysitters. a majority go to Uzui and his wives mainly because the wives adore the kids and they band together to pull pranks on Uzui. Mitsuri makes a comment about finding a husband and having kids which about kills Obanai. Shinobu is worried about you but you wave her off saying it makes him happy and you'd do whatever you could to make Kyojuro happy considering he almost died during his last mission(mugen train). Muichiro is definitely intrigued with the set of twins you had at one point. Giyuu actually cracks a smile when he sees 5 tiny Rengoku's climbing on Sanemi like he's a tree.

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LAST POLL I PROMISE!

Okay! This will be the last poll about this story idea and then I will work on my Rengoku draft so I can get that out:)

There are a LOT to choose from in Demon Slayer. Everyone loves certain characters more than others so I want to include a mix of demons and hashira. The last option on the poll will be "Various" to have all of them simp for reader/oc(it does not include these people: Shinobu, Mitsuri, Obanai, Gyomei, Douma, any demon below Akaza, Zenitsu(although he will simp for reader until he sees Nezuko), Kanao, Tanjiro, Inosuke, Genya, and any other minor cause Reader/Oc will be in her early 20's)

The reader/oc will probably have a mother side to her considering she'll be stuck with the four until she meets the hashira:)

Now! To choose who falls for this weirdo:

various would be funny...oh god i can just picture everyone trying to get reader/oc's attention but the poor thing is just clueless to the blatant flirting going on. The jealousy will fly right over her head. Ah to be young and dumb... Oh wait, I am.

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OC or Reader?

Now, this is for all the marbles.

Don't get me wrong, I love me a good "x reader" but I also find that OC's are fun to create. This will determine how YOU want to read this. The one thing that a lot of my "x reader" stories will have in common is that they are from Alaska. Alaska happens to be my home and I have never really left it. Never been outside of the states and I used to live in the lower 48's until I moved back home. I don't like excluding people, especially those who aren't or have never been to the states but I also would feel terrible if I got certain people's cultures wrong. While the internet is vast, I don't want to procure the wrong information about other places like France or Russia or something.

I feel most comfortable having the character be from a place I have been and know a lot about. This also gives you a chance to learn about Alaska itself! I will be referencing a lot about the places I've been in Alaska in this fic. It gives insight to how the character does with certain weather, how well she survives in the wilderness, and anything I can think of that I have done. Alaska is a beautiful state but I have not been anywhere past Anchorage myself. I will be referencing cities in the southeast so no snow, igloos, or ice fishing. I promise Alaska isn't just igloos and eskimos.

Things that will stay the same between Reader and OC:

-Being from Alaska

-crackhead energy

-love for sharks(im obsessed with the megalodon)

-drawing

-singing

-not athletic at first(she'll build that up)

Choose wisely>:)

The more I think about this series, the more excited I am. I used to read a lot of fics with modern reader/oc dropping into the LOTR/The Hobbit universe. It's definitely my all time fav genre of fanfics.

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New Short Story Idea?

Okay so when I finish the Rengoku fic in my drafts I kinda wanna start a mini(?) story of something that has been in my mind for a bit now.

I've been reading a lot, and I mean A LOT, of fanfics centered around isekai!reader x various and now I want to do something similar! Who doesn't love a modern girl falling into a world they love? This post will be the first of two. There will be a poll below so you can vote for what it asks!

Now, onto the plot(?) of the story.

We got modern girl waking up in new world. The part of the timeline? I kinda wanna start it near where the trio are at that mansion with drum demon. I'll have them wake up in the forest nearby and wander towards the noise. She's adventurous and the way she woke up into the KNY world is maybe she went out into the forest she normally goes and its an alice in wonderland situation where she falls into a hole and after falling for so long she passes out. She has a backpack that she usually takes with her so its got essentials. I haven't really come across any fics where the reader has like their phone or anything modern with them except for their outfit. I think it would be interesting if she had her phone and of course other modern things in her pack. Maybe food from her time, water bottle, battery pack with cords, polaroid camera(?), another set of clothes, and MAYBE a few of the KNY manga. It'd be cool if the art inside the books disappeared and were just blank? OR they stay the way they are and they show Amane who describes the scenes they open up to to Kagaya? And then he and his family is kind of the only people who know that she knows the future and he trusts her to let things take its course but she obviously will save the ones that she wants... cough cough rengoku cough cough... anyway!

it'll just follow the plot but with a new character from the modern world who spouts nonsense(Gen Z slang cause it would be funny seeing their confused faces when reader/oc starts dropping words like "rizz" and "gyat"). Maybe have that language barrier as well. Make reader/oc learn japanese(she'll only know the basics at first and definitely every curse word cause thats amazing). The few manga she has with her? Lets say she has volumes 18-20. Amane chooses the 20th volume to skim through.

Now, for the characters main characteristics(?) I guess. The obvious one being her breathing style. I would have gone with my main thing and choose ice but it's kind of generic cause i've seen quite a bit of fanfics with the reader/oc having that breath style. I kinda wanted to go with a more animal-like one like Obanai. He's the only one who has a style that's animal related and it would be amazing if we could get someone else who has an animal breath style. I actually might make three posts and have this one be about the breath styles to choose from.

Yeah, we're gonna do breath styles first so I can get an image of reader/oc's personality.

Poll below:)

I was gonna go for ten but I think these 8 are the most interesting to me. Dragon is actually calling to me but thats because I've been watching a lot of Game of Thrones...I'm actually putting it off because I've heard that the "Red Wedding" is the worst thing to ever witness and while I have not been spoiled for it, the reactions I have seen from people who were watching it for the first time made me scared but also insanely curious. If it really is bad then I feel prepared but that's because I'm going with it being as bad as me watching all three Human Centipede movies at a not appropriate age to watch said movies. That was off topic, I'm sorry.

Vote away! Next post will be to choose if you want it to be an "x reader" or an OC that I can create cause I love doing that and it makes me happy and gives me a chance to pick up my Apple Pen again.

The last poll will be the love interest(s). Do we want one or all? We will see>:)