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Hewo my babies, here are some more foods, this time with the oni version of my oc, Okuishi, the story is different but the ending is not, always Gyutaro >^<

Giving food for my girlie because she need @mrsshabana ♥︎

they have a dynamic like "master surpassed by student" not that they are teacher and student, just that Okuishi was superior six before Gyutaro (because I can).

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I included the swap au version, where Gyutaro would be a hashira, I made a small story for him and I'll put a summary below (maybe I'll change it or deepen it, it will depend on my desire)

Gyutaro (hashira au)

Gyutaro in this au was still born in Yoshiwara, but in the times in which the anime takes place, however Gyutaro arrives in time to save Ume partially from the fire, both ended up with burns and welcomed by Shinobu (because I think that way the relationship with the shabana brothers).

Gyutaro is a hashira with the breath of poison, he injects a poison along with wisteria, to make his blood inedible and at the same time lethal to onis.

Ume is his tsuguko since it took her longer to recover

Chibi version

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usamericans, do you remember in the incredibles when syndrome made the robot go haywire just so he could swoop in and 'save the day'

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Spencer Reid would like Coheed and Cambria (especially their first album).

First of all, his nerdy ass would be all about the fact that their albums all tie into that accompanying sci-fi lore.

I also really think he'd like all the instrumental intros to their albums (especially Keeping the Blade).

I can so easily picture earlier seasons Spence listening to The Second Stage Turbine Blade (Delirium Trigger reminds me of the Hankel/Dilaudid arc).

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For any relocated TikTok users

you can say sex and kill its fine

If you don't have a profile picture people will assume you're a bot

theres barely an algorithm, if you want to see cool shit reblog things instead of just liking them

follower count doesnt matter

tumblr fame gets you one thing and it is Yelled At

no one knows what the fuck the nsfw policy is

block anyone that annoys you even a little bit

And most importantly:

post cringe

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Everyone shut up and look at themmm

*points* (x)

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These charms glow so brightly!! Ugh I love glow in the dark stuff so much 😭🫶

Steinsune Miku charms are now available on my Etsy! These guys are 2.5” in size and are double-sided with glitter epoxy on the front!

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me: peak geriatric millennial is mixing both vodka and fiber powder into your drink

me: call that shit meta-mule-cil

my husband: have you ever considered a vow of silence

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So glad they didnt eat Ein, 10/10 move guys!

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hottie's hands-on hammy-stretch

1 k words / warnings - thighfucking, single reference to a clit, really nothing violence is a sweet guy

summary - post-workout stretching gets a little... intimate with your dear friend, violence fiend.

kinktober: day two - thighjob

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A satisfied sigh drawls from your lips as you reach both hands toward the spotted ceiling, fingers wiggling to greet vinyl panels. Beside you, Galgali wipes sweat from his bare chest with a soft hand towel.

“You can use the communals, yanno?” you moan out, now bent over to touch your toes -really feeling the release in your calves.

Galgali tilts his head at you, and if you’d been looking you might’ve giggled over how his plague mask exaggerates the motion, “No, I can’t.”

“Why not?” you peek an eye open, glancing between your spread legs in time to catch him point at his mask, “Oh. That sucks…” you rise then, just to squat low, “Can’t you take that thing off?”

“If I really wanted, but…” he makes a noncommittal hum, “It’s just better that I don’t,” he rounds to stand before you, sticking up a peace sign with both hands, “Peace and love, you know?”

“Whatever you say,” you shrug, a frustrated huff leaving you as you try lowering closer to the ground with no avail, “I don’t know about all that stuff.”

Galgali silently observes you a moment before asking, “What’s wrong? You look…”

He doesn’t finish when you shoot a glare.

“I can’t stretch out my thighs,” you stand and purse onto your tiptoes curiously, grumbling when that doesn’t aid your tight muscles either, “They’re gonna be so sore tomorrow, and knowing my luck Makima will call me in…”

“Want some help?”

“How?”

Casually gesturing you to lie flat on the floor, Galgali kicks your legs apart before kneeling between the spread. He palms the back of your knees before swinging them up onto his shoulders. Hands folded over your tummy, you watch quietly as he then lifts both legs straight into the air, pushes them together, then folds them to be parallel with your torso. A soft grunt is pushed out as your abdomen forcibly scrunches.

He has the gall to snort a laugh at your ugly “gauhh!”

“You feel that?” he murmurs, beak peeking around the fat of one of your thighs.

“More in my tailbone…!” you grunt out, hands flying out to smash against the gym floor when he puts more pressure in keeping your legs straight.

You feel his hands shift, and hear his pants shuffle against the mat. Finally is the impression of his body against yours.

“I’ll add some weight,” he reasons.

Despite the fact his knees are now hard pressed against your ass, and his groin is snug against your fat -- you trust his motivations.

Galgali leans until his obnoxious beaked mask prods between the gap in your calves, “Do you feel it?”

“Actually… yeah…!” you gurgle, suffocating beneath the pressure against your chest.

A pleasant burning sensation soothes up the backs of your thighs as Galgali pushes down against you.

“Good,” he swallows, eyes darting down beneath his mask to where he’s flush against you.

Unfortunately for him, you’ve decided itty bitty striped gym bloomers were the best choice for today’s workout. So through the thin material of his own loose pants, is the plump warmth of your legs swallowing against his body. He swallows and clears his throat.

“Did you choose these shorts for a reason?”

“Hm?” you squirm without much thought, unintentionally wiggling your crotch against his, “Not really. Why?”

Galgali leans the cool hard shell of his mask against your calf with a heavy sigh, clenching all four eyes to block out the sight of you, “No reason.”

In all his shifting and bemoaning, you feel it. Faint chub prodding the cramped squish between your thighs. Galgali’s tempered shudders still echo behind his mask, and you can only watch as his arms shake and feel his palms sweat.

“Oh my God,” you blink up at Galgali, “Are you hard?”

“No,” he bluffs, only for your hips to buck back against him to prove him wrong, earning both his hands to suffocate your sides and hold them still, “Don’t. Please?”

“Like my thighs, Violence?”

Whimpered dissent is all you catch before he shyly coughs, “A little.”

Hands moving quickly toward your sides, shirking the material higher up until it's wedged beneath the pudge at the apex of your thighs.

“Wanna fuck ‘em?”

Despite his eyes hiding behind dark, foggy glass you know exactly when they widen and when his cheeks flush. You can tell by the way his hands seize around you and his chest spasms around. His beak drifts down your calves and pointed toward your pelvis before darting back up to spike your face.

“You serious?”

Reaching between your pressed legs, you tease the band of Galgali’s pants until they’re half down and his leaky erection is smearing your skin. Twitching on your fingertips as you lull him into the gap of your flesh, until his fat tip just pokes out at you.

He’s breathless, loudly heaving while clamping both hands on either thigh to really pillow around his cock. Airy giggles leave you as he thrusts into the seam, precum dripping onto your bloomers. His timid sawing slowly wells into harder thrusts, his nails digging crescents into your fat until your body jerks against his. Faint bumps along your clit make you puff.

“Thank you,” he pants, wrapping his arms around your legs to more easily yank your body against his, “Thank you, thank you, thank you…!”

Warm, soft skin kisses his pelvis, wet with cum and sweat as he grows closer to spitting cum on your shorts and tummy. Galgali lowers his head before tossing it back, loose hairs falling out as he lets out pathetic groans. Broken curses and your name.

“F- fuck, hah,” he wails, arms shaking, “I think I’m cumming…?” suddenly he gasps and ‘uh-huh’s, “I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum on me, baby,” you stretch over, cupping the slender cheeks of his mask and daring to skim your fingers along the edge, “You can do it.”

His hands race up to yours as his his hips sputter, seed spilling and staining your shorts; heating your belly from the outside. Fingers interlaced with yours until he’s finally finished finishing, ragged breaths echoing as he slowly unlatches.

“Don’t do that,” he murmurs, grossly wiping his cum up with his own shirt.

Unimpressed, you sigh, “Peace and love?”

“Something like that,” you think he might be flashing a smile, but you can’t see it, “It’s easier this way.”

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Silly lil doodle of me in my cuntiest fit

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Writing a love letter [part 2]

[Part 1]

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GYUTARO ↳ DEMON SLAYER, ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT ARC E11

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‘I’m feeling so creative today, I’m gonna write something, or maybe draw!’

*Redoing all of my shelves and collectibles.*

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Babes wake up, @mrsshabana posted!

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꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x genderneutral!reader, fluff ꒦꒷‧₊ Note A gift for @matsukaah based on a beautiful artwork she did ♡

"Is that Gyutaro Shabana?" You said in disbelief as you saw the familiar boy walking around the mall in heavy emo fashion.

Black nails, eyeliner, ripped skinny jeans, studded belts, and combat boots. He looked like he walked straight out of an early 2000s HotTopic ad.

This isn't how you're used to seeing him. No, at school he's usually dawning the same uniform as everyone else and keeps to himself.

He always seemed so shy and quiet that you never would have imagined this was how he dressed outside of class. Though it makes sense—the prestigious Catholic school would never allow such a thing.

Gyutaro only goes full out like this on long breaks, like summer and winter. Mostly because he'd get annoyed painting his nails every weekend just to have to rub it off before school started on Monday.

God, did he hate that school. He's only going because his stupid stepdad is forcing him to. But if it were up to Gyutaro he wouldn't be in school at all. He much rather start a band with his friends.

Not to mention the constant bullying he goes through. You wouldn't know it because you never hung around him that much, but he gets picked on almost daily. His unconventional appearance and his shy personality make him a prime target for bullies.

Sure, you were nice to him when you'd cross paths but it was never enough to make a significant difference or improve his shitty school experience.

So you could say he's shocked when he sees you approaching him at the mall, waving your hands like you two are friends.

"Uh... hey Y/N," he mumbles when you get close.

"Hey Gyutaro! I like your outfit!" You say with a cheery expression that would annoy him if it was on anyone else's face but yours.

His eyes widen like he can't believe you just complimented him, "Th-thanks... I like your shirt. D-Did you get it at HotTopic?" He asks shyly, not used to having casual conversation with someone as cute as you.

You look down as he points to the anime shirt you're wearing, "Oh, yeah I did. How'd you know?"

"I go there all the time, I've seen it before," he smiles softly and moves a strand of hair out of his face, revealing his red cheeks, "Um... they're actually having their semi-annual sale right now. Maybe... I dunno... we could go check it out together?"

"I'd love to," you blush, surprised that he wants to hang out with you, "Lead the way."

After that day you exchanged numbers and he'd always ask you to go shopping with him. You were the only person besides his sister who knew he was emo, so naturally he loved inviting you out with him so he wouldn't be so lonely.

Despite his intimidating appearance, Gyutaro was a sweet guy. Extremely shy, but super sweet.

He'd be too shy to ask you out on proper dates, only asking you to go shopping with him because he didn't want you to think he was weird or to know that he was crushing on you. But to his dismay, Ume told you exactly how her brother felt about you.

Because the first time you came over to their house she said, "Brother won't shut up about you! It's Y/N this and Y/N that! I think he's obsessed with you. Can you guys just kiss or whatever so he'll stop talking about you all the time? It's like getting annoying."

Gyutaro's face turned red with embarrassment and he ran to his room. He can't believe his sister outed him like that in front of his crush! It's taking all of his willpower to hold back his tears. The only thing stopping them from flowing is knowing that it'll ruin his eyeliner if he cries.

"Hey Gyu... can I come in?" you say as you softly knock on his door. You don't get a response so you enter the room anyways to find him sitting on his bed with his hands covering his face.

He can't bear to look at you as he feels you sit beside him, the embarrassment he feels is overwhelming.

Gently wrapping your hands around his wrists, you move his hands away from his face and stare into his watery blue eyes. The amount of shame and fear in his gaze makes your heart ache.

So in a swift movement, you lean forward and kiss his chapped lips. His eyes widen but he doesn't pull away, instead leaning into your embrace as your acceptance feels too good to ignore.

Once you pull away you smile and move his long hair away from his face, "If I knew you liked me as much as I liked you I would have done that a long time ago."

And that's how your relationship with the shy emo boy began.

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giorno x pompompurin