#↳ VERSE ; KNY: SLAYER || ❛ every time i break theres just more pain to burn ❜

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THE WAY MY STUPID ASS FORGOT TO POST THE FINISHED PIECE?? LOOK AT THE GREATEST BESTIE DUO TO EVER LIVE!!! Nicolette and her pet Demon partner Kaigaku— aka the evil and bitchy counterparts to Tanjiro and Nezuko

CREDIT: hndsm_kakigori on twitter @tvrningout ‘s Kaigaku & Nicolette

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tvrningout​:

     @violetueur​ didn’t ask for this, but she’s getting it : )

     the point of causing so many disappearances in a single town was to draw out a demon slayer. it was to be an initiation of sorts, to verify his loyalty. sure, kaigaku could stomach eating humans, but could he kill those he once fought alongside? it was sort of annoying to be wasting time that could be spent training; however, the thunder breather was ever eager to prove himself anyway.

     he’d kill as many of those slayers as it took.

      but he doesn’t expect to know the slayer, or rather, he doesn’t expect to care that he knows the slayer. the sight of nicolette standing in front of him feels like a punch to the gut, though kaigaku tries to ignore the twisting of his stomach. nicolette isn’t special, he tells himself. she’s just another slayer who put up with him while he was around, who enjoyed messing with him because it was entertaining for a time. there isn’t anything between them. he doesn’t mean anything to nicolette. she would have discarded him, turned her back on him just like everyone else. why should he pause at the sight of her? why should he feel guilty to be seen like this? 

     he shouldn’t, so he won’t. fuck her, and fuck the corps. fuck everyone who ever looked down on him, who never saw his true value. he doesn’t have to feel that hollowness inside his chest anymore – he won’t.

     “ what’s with that look on your face? ” he sneers, looking down his nose at the kinoe. it’s pissing him off, the way she’s looking at him. it makes him uncomfortable. “ don’t tell me you’re actually speechless for once. ”

Hey... it’s their song

Nicolette had never been all that popular for reasons other than her looks, and oftentimes any appeal would fly out the window the moment she opened her mouth, so it was no surprise that she was heavily lacking in the friend department. She had acquaintances, sure— friendly, but distant, relationships; however, they didn’t really know her, and she worked very hard to keep it that way. To let people in too easily was to expose yourself to imminent death or soul-crushing disappointment. Yet... over time, without even realizing it, her walls had slowly but surely been broken down by the few people she had ultimately allowed into her heart. It was a terrifying thing, to trust people. To truly say, I’m giving you the opportunity to hurt me, but I believe that you won’t. Such a risk that she’d always thought herself too smart to take, but she’d taken it all the same. Thankfully, the slayer had not come to regret it. The people she’d put her faith in had only returned it tenfold, and never made her feel anything but loved. She cherished those people. 

Kaigaku had been— no, WAS one of those people.

Though he hadn’t opened himself up in quite the same way, nor returned her attempts at bonding in a traditional sense, it didn’t matter. He was different from other people, in the same was she was. Kindred spirits, they were. Their relationship was unconventional, but friendship all the same, in her eyes. She would never, and had never, punished him for his scathing remarks or threats. How could she? You wouldn’t punish a wild, mistreated animal for lashing out, would you? She only ever wanted to care about him, from the moment they met and she saw herself reflected in his angry, hateful eyes.

❝ Kai.. gaku? You’re alive? ❞ To see him again, like this... it both breaks her heart, and lifts a crushing weight from it, at the same time. To say she’d been devastated by his disappearance would be an indubitable understatement. Maybe it was her arrogance to blame, to believe that he would always be somewhere she could easily get to, no matter how long she was away. It had crushed her, to find out that reality was much too cruel, for that. ❝ Of course I’m speechless— I thought you were— ❞ The words become stuck in her throat, shocked expression crumbling into pain. Regret. Sorrow. She thought she had failed him. ❝ But you’re alive— I should’ve never doubted you. Stubborn as you are! ❞ Relief floods her features then, despite the heavy weight settling in the pit of her stomach. She’s no fool... she can see clearly with her own eyes, what he has become. Yet, he’s made no move to attack her, nor does it appear as if he plans to, yet. Maybe... all is not lost. Perhaps she can ensure that she does not fail him, again. ❝ I thought... I was going to have to find you in the afterlife and kick your ass, for leaving me behind without saying goodbye... ❞

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Continued from: HERE With: @siamxshade​​

❝ Wow! You really went 0 for 2 there, huh? A bold choice, but I have to respect it! ❞ She supposed it could be worse ( could it, though?? ), at least they rhymed. Kind of? Well, it was a valiant effort regardless, assuming he wasn’t doing it on purpose — the jury was still out on that one. Sure, it definitely seemed like something he might do, but the sheer DEDICATION... could it really be possible for someone to be that committed to a joke? ❝ I gotta say, if yer fuckin' with me, I’m really impressed. ❞ She nodded quite seriously. Yes, not even she had that much devotion to assholery. 

❝ Food, huh? I dunno... you mean like— THIS? ❞ With a flourish, she produced a floral patterned furoshiki containing two bentos that had been secured to the back of her belt. Nicolette knew to never show up empty handed!

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HEY HHEY MOTHERFUCKERS LOOK AT THIS. LOOK AT THEM. THEYRE FUCKING IN LOVE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!!

WIP Credit: Hndsm_Kakigori on twitter @fallesto ‘s Kyojuro & Nicolette

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Nicolette with @siamxshade ‘s Inosuke!!! HER LITTLE BRO!! HER TSUKUGO!!

COMM CREDIT: @ PostazaMostaza  

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HEYYYOOOOO GUESS WHAT STUPID BITCH GOT ANOTHER COMMISSION? That’s right, it’s me. This is chibi Nicolette in the same style as the official Ufotable chibis!!!!

Get ready for me to post pics with her side-by-side with the other fist bump chibis~! If anyone has a request on who they wanna see her with, lemme know!! HERES the full list

COMM CREDIT: @ PostazaMostaza

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HEY HEY HEY UM HELLO? UH— MA’AM I— UH,,, ,, ,  CREDIT @ AERIMIKO ON INSTA

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How long did I spend on this? Too long, is the answer LMAO but I think it turned out REALLY GOOD and I actually love it???

Thanks to @slayersaided for letting me steal the idea!! This is associated with @fallesto ‘s Kyojuro and Mitsuri and kinda loosely off @viciousbite ‘s Sanemi !!

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Nicolette with @tvrningout ‘s characters!!! I LOVE THEM!!!

COMM CREDIT: @ PostazaMostaza

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@fallesto​​

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——– IT HAD BEEN EARNED.

After years of fighting. Years of struggle. Years of endless torment and hardship. They where finally there. They were finally were they were meant to be, they were the flame pillar. After so long. So very long of fighting and wanting, of pushing forward, they had reached it at long last. To kill a lower moon demon, was not an easy feat to overcome and do and they had done that on there own, they were the flame pillar.

IT WAS HARD TO EVEN SAY IT.

That it had happened after all of this time. As they stood within the hallway and had there arms out and there hands pressed into the wall. As amber eyes would flicker down. He had been looking everywhere for his haori. Within his room, the kitchen, the dining room, even outside on the chance he had left it out there and nowhere at all, could it be found, but then of course, they had not looked to the most obvious place and most obvious culprit as well.

“So.” As they spoke with a small shake of there head. “What is this?”

As they glance down and well they could see there haori and were it was. For she was wearing it, with pride and a smile upon her face as well. An amused smile would wash over his face as he retreated one of his hands to place it on her shoulder and then pat it down gently, over herself to clean it out and make it look sharp on her.

“A little big baggy?” It was countless sizes too big for her, it looked like she was drowning within it, and that made him laugh. “Would you not rather have your own?” As he wondered out aloud, did she not wish, for her own haori, she was right there, so close like he was to becoming a pillar and earning one like this as he would sigh a little.

“How would you like it.” As he leaned closer to her, to the end of his nose touched her own. “If I stole your own and wore it and watched you run around looking for it?”

There was no one more proud of his success than her. Ever since they were teenagers Nicolette had been there, whether in person or through the exchanging of letters, to support and praise him for his every achievement, no matter how bigger or small. He was the only person someone as selfish as her had ever put before herself. She had always made sure to be very vocal about her pride in him, but that didn’t mean she could resist teasing him any chance she got. Even now, as young adults, her mischievous nature had not changed. She had known from the beginning that he’d tear the house apart if he had to to find it, though she wasn’t so cruel as it let it get that far. She was fully prepared to ruin her own joke if it became too much, but he’d beat her to it after finding her.

Still, she hadn’t expected the way he’d gotten closer until her back pressed up against the wall and his hands placed flat beside her head. He was bigger, towering over her as his face bent down to meet her eyes. He’d hit his growth spurt a handful of years ago, shooting up a few inched taller than her, but growing much larger in size too. All broad shoulders and muscular arms, and she couldn’t help the deep blush that crept upon her face and ears as she stared up at him. ❝ Hmm~? What do you mean? ❞ A simple hum, giving her best innocent doe-eyes, even as his hand moved to adjust and smooth over the fabric of her shoulders. She shivered, and continued, ❝ oh, this? I dunno, I just found it laying around... I suppose it is a little big, but I still think it looks nice on me, don’t you? ❞ 

At his question, she paused and seemed to consider, but before she could answer he was leaning even closer until their noses touched. Her breath hitched, cheeks burning darker as her heartrate sped up. ❝ Ah... I think I’d quite like to see you wearing something of mine... ❞ She could hardly pull her gaze away from his as it bore into her, his eyes wide and bright as always. Beautiful, much like his lips, which she couldn’t resist looking down at. When he spoke she could feel his breath upon her, and her tongue peeked out to wet her own lips without even realizing. Both hands lifted to press against his clothed chest, fingers gripping the fabric tightly and pulling him closer. ❝ What are you gonna do now, Kyo? Are you going to take it off me? ❞

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𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋  𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. » ACCEPTING

@tvrningout​ asked:  [ STRADDLE ] ― my muse sits down in your muses’ lap. from satsuki of course : )

It’s nothing new. This is the same old game between them. Nicolette returns to the Butterfly estate after a mission, sometimes a short one, sometimes long, and if there’s literally any amount of time between a finished job and the next, and Satsuki also happens to be there, well... she will inevitably spend every waking moment vying for the kakushi’s attention. Now, that isn’t to say that she won’t allow her to work ( usually ), but she most certainly integrates herself into the other’s presence at nearly every possible moment ( unless her favorite boys also happen to the at the mansion ).

While Satsuki often puts up a verbal fight and pretends to hate it, the slayer can always see the way her entire body becomes relaxed when her lover is around, and even if they aren’t directly interacting, just being within the same space and doing their own activities is sometimes all it takes. Right now, however, is not one of those times. Nicolette has been gone for weeks, and now that Satsuki is near, she’s suddenly hit with just how lonely she’s been. She’s desperate for closeness, touch starved for whatever kind of affection the other is willing to provide— though, she certainly has a few ideas of her own.

Still, the action can be entirely innocent, and she’ll be content to let it be, if that’s all that the kakushi chooses to allow. Without much warning or preamble, the slayer fully invades her lover’s space, sinking to her knees before crawling into her lap and wrapping her legs around the woman’s waist. The uniforms that Satsuki had been mending are momentarily shoved aside by Nicolette’s selfish hands, and they’re now chest to chest, the slayer smiling and pressing her nose against a flushed cheek. ❝ Pay attention to me. ❞ It sounds like a calm request, but there’s little room for refusal. She’s not asking, at this point. ❝ I missed you... didn't you miss me? ❞ This, however, is more of a whine, and one intended entirely to get her way.

❝ Come on, Satsuki... touch me. ❞

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Continued from: HERE

Spending time with Nicolette! Was there anything more fun than that! She was super confident in everything that she did! To have extended leave…was rare, to have it within summer was blessed. Then again, the days where longer, the sun was hotter, the darkness was barely even there. As if demons hibernated out of fear of mistaking the sun for the moon at how rare it would set. It was like they didn’t even exist at times! And that…that was pleasing! To be normal! To just relax at the beach, to swim in the water, to wear something comfortable, even if she wished she could wear nothing at all!

This wasn’t the hot springs! Nicolette had to help her pick something at all! As she was starting to become more open, happier as well as a person, trying to not be as shy as she was and a little bit cool? Like Nicolette was! How easy she spoke to people and didn’t become flustered and all bashful and such. How she strode forward with nothing more than confidence, as if she owned the very sands she walked upon in her bare feet and how amazing she looked in her swimsuit as well! It was, sparkling upon her and did her justice! This little outfit she wore, she wanted a swimsuit like Nicolette! So unfair! She just wished her uniform was half as nice as well, but she liked it. The little flame had helped her make it, and the official had said it complimented her assets…her eyes…and passed all the standards to be mark official!

Maybe she would have a uniform like her own made for Nicolette. Maybe she would change her own when she returned to duty, but she didn’t want this day to ever end! She wanted to drag it out to it’s fullest!

“I have to return to my duties soon!” Nicolette was just so kind to her, always so kind. As she slanted her head to the side. What was Nicolette looking at! As she looked down and wiggled her toes within the hot sand and then left-over shoulder and then right over the other one as well. As she just let out a small sigh. As she could not keep her eyes of Nicolette! Her friend! Her best friend even! Was just so much. She wanted to learn so much about how she had…conquered the heart of her brother. How she had made Kyojuro such a better person. Each and every single word that left her lips when it came to Kyojuro was nothing more than praise. Nothing more than love! She knew it when she saw it! As happy as they were, she was trying to take notes down for herself, to capture that love and try to spark something with, Obanai. Just to try and gain some confidence to speak to him without stumbling over her words and becoming a shy wreck in front of him.

A smile was upon her face, one that could not be removed, one that would not fade as well as she remained before her, rocking back and forth on her heels as her hands where on her face as she was hiding behind her fingers and peeking out through them.

“No one has ever said…such kind things to me like that…I am more comfortable within the springs than here…this is just a little too tight.” The punch in the air! So amazing! Such fire! As she would manage to drop her hand and curl fingers into the fist and laugh as she did the same. “Ahhhh! He…he…he is going to love it. Love you! He is going to be so impressed!” She felt, a little bit better now. As she was becoming giddy. As then her eyes widen a little bit. Hands gripping onto the wet braids of her hair to pull them across her face to hide herself. “Ob…Oba…. Obanai!!!” Her face would turn every single colour under the sun until it matched her hair as she mentioned the one person her heart yearned for the most. “No, no, no…I can’t let Obanai see me like this! What…what if he doesn’t like…me! I don’t…I can’t do it!!”

❝ Uuuuughhh!! No no! What did I say! Absolutely NO talking about work until we have to go back! This is our one break for who knows how long, so we’re gonna enjoy it until the last possible second! ❞ She would be firm on this rule, as it was the very first one she laid out for between them once the glorious summer months started. No work! No demon talk! No sad or heavy topics! Only fun was allowed until they were forced to come back to harsh reality. So many others got to live in blissful ignorance, and although they could not make themselves forget the horrors that existed within the world, the least they deserved was a small respite. This was the closest to normal that any of them might ever get. Small and simple as it was, Nicolette would not let anything tarnish it.

And anyway! The Blood Pillar had a very important tasks on her hands, far more important than anything else! Ever since she’d overcome her misplaced jealously of Mitsuri and realized the misunderstanding ( that she might’ve created solely on her own ), she’d been working very hard to help the Love Pillar fully blossom into the woman she was meant to be! ❝ I’ll say it again and again, then— you’re fucking hot! A cute face, a bangin’ body— what’s not to like? Of course it’s not the hot springs, no one gets to look at us at the hot springs! ❞ She placed her hands on her hips and nodded. ❝ Mine’s tight too— that’s the point! ❞ For someone so beautiful, Mitsuri was much too shy and egregiously self conscious— that simply wouldn’t do! While Nicolette could relate to some of it, often battling with much of her own self loathing, there was one thing she knew with absolute certainty no matter how much she might hate herself sometimes: she was beautiful. She was gorgeous. Her looks and her strength were about the only things she held absolute confidence in, so if nothing else, she wanted to help pass that along to her good friend.

Sure, looks weren’t everything, but in her toughest moments where she felt like there was simply nothing else worthy about her, at least she’d always had that to feel good about!

That was task number one. It was ongoing... as were tasks two and three— perhaps even more difficult to achieve as well. Number two was a battle she’d been fighting for a long time, mostly on her own, but now she had help! She had a supporter! Capturing Kyojuro’s attention and feelings was not an easy goal, but she was sure that progress had been made as of late! ❝ O—Oh! You really... think so? ❞ Suddenly it was her turn to feel a little bashful, something one might think was entirely impossible for her, but somehow... Kyojuro was the only man who could ever make her feel shy. Even the mere mention of his love and appreciation— both for her and her appearance— made her face grow warm as she kicked her feet at the ground and giggled. ❝ He better! I spent so long picking this out... if this doesn’t get his attention even a little then... I’ll know that there’s no chance, and that those kisses were... I dunno... an accident, or done in the heat of the moment or something... ❞

Ah, the very thought made her expression fall a little. They’d already kissed twice, so that should’ve meant something, but... she still couldn’t tell! He gave her no other signs! The first time he’d initiated it after saving her, so sudden and over so quickly she had no time to truly react, but then he’d just laughed it off and didn’t mention it again! And sure she might’ve initiated it the second time, and it had felt a lot more romantic and intentional when he reciprocated, but still... he never spoke on it again! Agh! It was driving her fucking crazy! Maybe that was why she was throwing herself so hard into Mitsuri’s love life— both as a distraction from her own confusing mess, and also to live vicariously through her. ❝ Oh no no! You’re not gonna chicken out of me now, get a grip! ❞ Looking stern, Nicolette reached out to grab Mitsuri’s shoulders, firm but comforting. ❝ We are ABSOLUTELY gonna show him how you look, because we’re inviting both of them to the beach with us. And when we show off our hot bodies, they’ll have no chance! Obanai is so CLEARLY in love with you— I don’t know how you can’t see that! ❞ It was so obvious to her! They both pined for one another from affair, she could see it. She could see the way they yearned so much that it hurt, because she felt exactly the same way. Ah... if only the person her heart ached for would want her in the same way Obanai loved her friend. So unfair!

But, she was happy for them, also. Being a demon slayer was hard enough... all of them deserved to be happy. To be loved. To have someone to cherish. Even if she couldn’t have that herself, she would make sure Mitsuri could! ❝ I swear Mitsuri-chan, I know what I’m talking about! You trust me, right? I’ll be right here to support you! ❞

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confrontations  » ACCEPTING

@fallesto​​​ asked:  “  you think if you run around taking care of everyone else,  no one will notice you’re falling apart.  ”

❝ Oh, that’s a little hypocritical coming from you, isn’t it? ❞ She’d try to say it as a joke, but the words came out a little more bitter-sounding than she’d intended, and there was no wry smile on her face to be found. Even as they left her, she regretted them, immediately turning away to avoid his knowing gaze and the possibility of a look of hurt passing anywhere near his handsome features. A curse was muttered under a stuttered breath as knees were pulled to her chest, grimacing face burying against them. Shoulders were hunched up to her ears, clearly tense from his sudden and direct admonishment, as well as her unexpectedly venomous response— a far cry how visceral she’d been in her youth, but entirely abnormal for current her temperament, given the tenderness with which it was said, and by whom. She had rarely ever spoken like that to Kyojuro, even back when he’d just been her mentor, and she hardly even got genuinely annoyed with him, now. 

It distinctly reminded her of a similar moment she’d had with him, years ago, and the memory made her stomach twist up uncomfortably. She hated to think about that interaction. It made her feel positively sick. She’d tried, just like this, to be there for him. To force him to open up and share some of his pain, but either she’d pushed him too hard or he’d simply been too stubborn, because he’d shut her down entirely. He’d even threatened to use his superiority to send her away, and she’d been terrified for weeks after, that she had ruined any chances she might’ve had at growing closer to him in any way. Of course that hadn’t been true, and all that had been needed was time, but that thought did little to ease the discomfort settling upon her heart right now. She didn’t like that memory. As right as she was, that it was ironic for him to be calling her out for the very same shit he’d always done, Nicolette didn’t want this interaction to end up anything like that. They weren’t like this... she wasn’t like this, not with him. Never.

Regardless of how much it hurt, he was still right. She knew that, deep down. Apparently she’d adopted one-too-many of his quirks, including his burying of emotions, and it wasn’t a good thing. If she could be honest about this shit with anyone, it was him. They were always honest with each other, about everything. They had no secrets— they weren’t supposed to, at least, but she’d gone and broken that unspoken rule, hadn’t she? She hadn’t meant to. The hashira had been more than open about her pain and fear at the start, before she’d been allowed to return to the line of duty, but once she’d started on that path again, alone... something had changed. That constant fear of losing everything she’d worked so hard to get had started to become too much, and speaking about it had become the least important concern, as she’d tried instead to enjoy what little time she had with him. She wanted to keep those moments happy and light, as they were the only thing that kept her going. She didn’t want to worry him, hurt him, or make him sad, and most of all, she didn’t want to think about it, until she had to. It was easier to run away from it and pretend it didn’t exist, or... she’d thought it was. But it had gotten so much harder to ignore.

❝ I’m sorry... ❞ The apology was moaned pathetically against her knees that had become suspiciously damp, muffled and most certainly impossible for him to hear, especially with her back turned. She could feel his eyes burning into her, and he’d seemed content at first to remain where he was until she was ready to talk, but as his gaze took in the sight of the slight tremble of her shoulders, both from silent tears and her unheard apology, it was enough to prompt Kyojuro to move quickly. Suddenly, he was kneeling before her, hands reaching out to gently cup her wet cheeks and lift her face from its hiding spot. Concern was written all over his tight expression, and Nicolette couldn’t bare to meet his gaze just yet, sniffling pathetically as her eyes attempted to blink away the tears. Not trusting herself to speak just yet, an arm raised, hand curling into a fist as it rubbed on her chest in a circular motion, lips mouthing the unspoken word at the same time.  ❛ Sorry. ❜ 

She saw his fond smile from the corner of her eyes, and it encouraged her lift her gaze from the ground to meet his soft, loving stare. Thumbs brushed wetness from both cheeks and Nicolette could only lean further into the kind touch as he moved closer to place feather-light kisses under both of her eyes. It was enough to inspire a small smile of her own, arms releasing their death-like grip on her legs to all but crawl into his lap, seeking greater touch and comfort. Her hands rested against his chest as his arms moved to encircle her in an embrace, and she loved nothing more than being held like this— nearly completely engulfed and trapped against his body. She wasn’t that much shorter than him, but like this, she felt small.. entirely safe and protected. ❝ I’m sorry, Kyojuro... that was nasty of me, wasn’t it? ❞ Finally finding her voice, she spoke softly against his neck, nuzzling closer. ❝ It seems I’ve taken after you in both good and bad ways... but you’re right. I haven’t been fair... and I’m not happy, being like this. ❞ It was a confession, both to him and herself. As much as she felt guilty at the idea of causing him pain with her overwhelming fears, she felt worse hiding it. ❝ I took the weight from your shoulders, but I forgot that I didn’t need to hold it all... ❞

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twitter/tumblr memes — Tanjiro, Zenitsu & Kaigaku ( @tvrningout ), Inosuke ( @siamxshade ) and Senjuro ( @fallesto ) + Nicolette

Nicolette, pulling out her wallet that has those little inserts for tiny photos and it seems to unfold endlessly until it hits the ground: ❝ So these are all my younger brothers— this is Tanjiro, he’s made of the sun, and this is Zenitsu, he’s a crybaby but if you’re mean to him I’ll kill you... oh, and this is Kaigaku, he’s an asshole. You can be a little mean to him but not a lot, or I’ll maim you.

Oh, and here’s Inosuke, he’s feral and has rabies ( said fondly ).

And this is Senjuro, he’s the most perfect and special boy you’ll ever meet and if you even look at him wrong I’ll break your fucking neck ♥ ❞

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“ c'mon, this is my v-card i saved it for you! ” (I am dead X_X)

SONIC THE HEDGEHOG FANDUB STARTERS » ACCEPTING

❝ W— What!! What are you talking about?! ❞ To say her face was burning at those words would be a severe understatement, in fact she’s almost sure that the color staining across her cheeks and ears match the deep crimson of his flame-like hair. Her hands fist tighter at the front of his uniform, tempted to push him away for flustering her so much, but they pull him closer instead. In response, his arms grip her waist harder, palms splaying flat against her lower back, so hot she can feel the heat radiating through the fabric of her top, sending a shiver up her spine. ❝ Do you even know what the hell that means— where did you even hear that from? ❞

Her tone is accusatory, and Nicolette prays she looks stern, but judging by the smile on his glossy, kiss-swollen lips, it’s clear that’s not the case. She’s not much better off, either, their make-out session having left her breathless and flustered already, but his sudden announcement has only increased the already rapid beating of her heart. ❝ It was Tengen, wasn’t it— that bastard! I’m gonna— ❞ Before her threat can be finished, Kyojuro leans in closer and kisses the corner on her mouth, chuckling at her outburst, and it succeeds immediately in calming her temper, head turning just slightly for their lips to meet in another kiss.

❝ Don’t listen to anything he says— he’s just making fun of you. ❞ Of both of them, really. That asshole. Just because he had three wives and was some kind of relationship expert, didn’t mean he had to rub it in. ❝ It’s— it’s not like I’m against it, though! I want to, if you want to... ❞ She hates how bashful she feels, so unlike her usual bravado, but it’s not like she knows that much more! She’s never done it either— how could she, when she’d gone and developed such a heavy crush on the foolish boy she met on that mountain so many years ago? There had never been anyone else for her, but him. Though, Nicolette was sure she probably knew more about such things than Kyojuro did, as she was often the more forward of the two. They’d made out a lot before, and touched a little, but they were adults now. She had definitely thought about this. Their first time. She had taken the initiative, and had made an effort to educate herself, but if he’d been talking to Tengen about it, then he might know more than she first thought.

Who knew what the fucker was telling him!

Another kiss, this time to her neck, pulls her from her thoughts and she sighs breathlessly. She wants to, desperately, but only when he's ready. ❝ But if not, ❞ she continues the earlier statement, ❝ there’s still... other stuff we can do... ❞ He makes a soft noise that tells her he’s interested, and despite her embarrassment she feels herself smile, arms moving to encircle his neck and pull him close, lips latching onto his neck now in return as she presses their lower halves together. ❝ We can do whatever you want, Kyo... ❞

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Unprompted » ALWAYS ACCEPTING  

@slayersaided​ asked:  "please go easy on uzui-sama! he has three wives to take care of."

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❝ Go easy on HIM ? He should be going easy on ME ! ❞ She appears completely taken aback, almost in disbelief that Haru is siding with TENGEN of all people. Don’t get her wrong, she likes Tengen ( and his wives ) maybe more than she’s supposed to, but come on! This is going too far! ❝ Anyway! If that’s the concern, he can rest assured— I’ll take good care of his wives in his place. ❞