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Title: A Demon’s Christmas Glow

My honest reaction:

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Snowflakes drifted softly outside, painting the barren land in a blanket of white. The air was crisp, and the night sky shimmered with stars, twinkling like tiny crystals. Inside the modest cabin you and Gyutaro had claimed as your temporary hideout, warmth radiated from a small hearth, and the faint scent of spiced tea lingered in the air.

For most, Christmas was a time of joy, family, and celebration. For you and Gyutaro, it was something entirely different—a rare moment to embrace humanity amid the shadows. Tonight wasn’t about grand gifts or lavish decorations but about the comfort of being together.

Gyutaro sat by the window, his gangly frame hunched over as he traced patterns in the frosted glass with a clawed finger. His green eyes, marbled with hues of sorrow and longing, reflected the flickering firelight. He wore a threadbare sweater you had insisted he try, though he protested that it looked ridiculous on him. It was oversized and lopsided, the bright red contrasting starkly with his pale, sickly complexion. Yet, to you, he looked endearingly out of place, like a forgotten piece of a broken puzzle finally finding its fit.

“You’re staring again,” he muttered, his raspy voice cutting through the silence. His tone was gruff, but there was no venom in it—just the hint of embarrassment he couldn’t hide.

You smiled, leaning back against the cushions on the floor. “Can you blame me? You look… festive.”

“Festive?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I look stupid.” But the faint flush creeping up his neck betrayed his true feelings.

Rising to your feet, you crossed the room and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “You look perfect,” you said softly, letting your fingers linger. His shoulders stiffened at first, but he didn’t pull away.

“What’s the point of this anyway?” he grumbled, motioning vaguely at the room. You had strung together makeshift decorations—paper snowflakes, a small tree you’d scavenged and adorned with candles, and a single garland draped across the mantle. It wasn’t much, but it transformed the space into something magical.

“The point,” you began, leaning against the window beside him, “is to make memories. Good ones. Ones that remind us we’re more than just what the world sees.”

He was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the snowy landscape outside. Then, almost hesitantly, he asked, “And you really think I deserve that?”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. Gyutaro was so much more than the cruel, bitter demon he often portrayed. Beneath the rough exterior was someone who had been hurt, abandoned, and scorned by a world that refused to understand him. And yet, here he was, allowing you into his broken heart piece by piece.

“Of course you do,” you replied firmly. “You’ve been through so much, Gyutaro. But that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve happiness.”

He turned to face you, his mismatched eyes searching yours for any hint of deception. When he found none, he sighed, his lips curving into a crooked smile. “You’re too good to me, y’know that?”

“Someone has to be,” you teased, earning a soft chuckle from him. It was a rare sound, one that warmed you more than any fire ever could.

As the night wore on, you coaxed him into helping you with the final touches of the evening. Together, you prepared a simple meal—more for the tradition than necessity—and sat by the fire, sharing stories from your past. Gyutaro, who rarely opened up, surprised you with snippets of his childhood. His voice was tinged with bitterness, but there was also a fragile yearning for the innocence he’d lost.

At some point, you produced a small gift you’d hidden under the tree—a scarf you had painstakingly knit over the past few weeks. It wasn’t perfect, with uneven stitches and frayed edges, but it was made with love.

“For me?” he asked, staring at it as if it were the most precious thing he’d ever seen.

“Who else?” you joked, wrapping it around his neck. The deep green fabric matched his eyes, and though he looked awkward wearing it, you couldn’t help but beam. “Now you’ll stay warm, even on the coldest nights.”

He didn’t respond immediately, instead pulling the scarf closer to his face. His clawed hands trembled slightly, and when he finally looked at you, his eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.

You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “Merry Christmas, Gyutaro.”

For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to believe in something good. Sitting by the fire with you, the world outside forgotten, he thought maybe—just maybe—he could have a place in this world, too.

And as snow continued to fall, blanketing the earth in quiet serenity, the two of you shared a moment of peace that neither would ever forget.

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A gyutaro comfort fanfic coming right up for @mrsshabana

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Ladies and gentlemen, I have officially crashed out‼️

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I just don’t caaaarreee. I don’t care. But I care a lot though I care SO much. But also I just don’t care at all and never have. But also I do and always will. Hope that helps

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Lords of the Dungeon AU: The Keykeeper

● Chilchuck's doppelganger in the form of his wife

● Like Donato, Marcille's doppelganger, she's called upon to prevent guests from entering unsafe territory

● Very cunning and agile (by monster standards), it is difficult to catch her, and impossible to persuade her

● If you try to steal the key from her neck, she'll break your fingers

● Created according to Chilchuck's perception of his wife as the keeper of the hearth and the one who doesn't want to let him go to meet danger

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I just knoiw when he cussed Laios out, that was over a decade of subbing curse words for baby words. Let him cuss, hes earned it.

sorry i just love how chilchuck tries so hard to be treated like an adult but then his dad instincts from raising three daughters kicks in and he says shit like yellowier and golly

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Little obsessed w this ngl

I'm alive! I'm posting on telegram more often now, so I've abandoned tumblr a little, sorry :<

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no no see, domesticity IS hot. how intimate it is to make food with someone, to share a bed, to brush your teeth at the same sink, to shower and use the same towels and the same laundry soap, to grocery shop and hold hands through the aisles, to be cornered in the kitchen to make out while a pot of pasta boils over on the stove. to fall asleep and hear them snoring softly and laugh at the little trail of drool out of the corner of their mouth. to spend money together and share chores and pick on each other for your weird habits. it's not always perfect and beautiful, but it's comfortable and familiar and I just think it's neat.

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Hey guys, I'm trying to sell a lot of my extra anime merch since I'm moving! If you're interested in any of these items send me a message or visit my Mercari. I'm open to bundling items too!

I love lots of demon slayer and chainsawman merch. Including Denji, Tengen, Nezuko, Tanjiro, Rui, and Zentisu. I have random Denji keychains too that I will include for free with the Denji items. I'm trying to get rid of these asap!

Thanks! ଘ(´ 3`)ଓ

Link to Mercari

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I love him 🥹

Maybe a Tamaki smau where he got y/n's number founder Nejire bc she was trying to hook them up? 👉👈

its short because i literally did not know what to write for him☹️

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Nothing is more annoying than electronics that lose charge while not in use. How do you get discharged just laying there. Don't piss me off

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would you like a nice glass of

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SEX WITH DAISUKE DRUNK ON MOUTHWASH.

JUST HEAR ME OUT. Both of you thinking you’re gonna die. Might as well fucking go out with a bang, right? Literally. you don’t wanna die a virgin, right? (idk if that will make it in the final fic but—)

awkward touches. Daisuke’s too fucking sloshed to get it up at first so he just buries his face between your thighs and humps the floor pathetically until he’s rock hard. The two of you being loud as fuck because who gives a shit about discretion and going at it totally raw because it’s not like you’ll live long enough to see the results come into fruition…

Daisuke’s drunk ass is so hammered he gets a little too curious and eats you out while you’re full of his cum. yeah.