#For the THIRD TIME

[make-dragonspyre-great-again]

FUUUUUUCK

[painyrainy]

well like 54 of yall voted on that poll so about 92% of them that voted 'yes' better interact with this post. /j

Left Unspoken - 1

CW for vauge mentions of blood and maggots, not important to the story

The autumn leaves crunched underfoot as Giyu made his way through the orange forest. It was relaxing, breathing in the crisp air without having to think about the demons that lay further in.

Except, that was his job now. To think about the next mission, to think that this day may be his last. Giyu wasn't very good at his job if these things were expected of him.

“Kaw, K-Kaw!”

“Was that… Kanzaburo?” The rusty voice could only match the one crow. “God dammit. I thought I told him to stay behind!”

“Kanzab-”

“Giyu-san! Report to the Butterfly Mansion for fur- further instructions! This is not a mission!”

The crow landed upon his dark-red covered shoulder, leaning into the tangled mess of Giyu's hair. It really was an old crow, though a great companion to have in such a lonely world.

“Not a mission…?” The raven-haired man muttered, lifting his hand to pet Kanzaburo on his feathered head. “If it's not a mission, then what do they want with me?"

“You're here to collect instructions…? I don't know what to tell you, Water Hashira-sama, I've not got a clue on the manner.”

The search for the brief which the Master had provided for him was proving quite difficult. The estate was busy at this hour, with people constantly brushing against his shoulders.

“It's best to just hurry up and get these instructions,” Giyu mutters to himself, the constant noise stimulation building the bricks of chokable nausea in his gut.

“Tomioka- San?”

The raven-haired man's rising anxiety jumps up his throat as his coworker addresses him. People sneaking up on him was never a great idea, for himself, anyway.

Turning around to face the elder Kocho, he mutters out a “Sorry, yes?”, the awkwardness of the situation making Giyu stare at the tiles below their feet.

“I hear you were looking for instructions?” The woman's calm voice breaking through the hubbub of the hospital. “I've been looking for you everywhere. Anyway, follow me, I'll just show you.”

The long-haired butterfly woman leads him through the pistriene corridors of the hospital, the chatter fading away to only the sounds of cleaning and small wheels rolling.

Hospitals always gives him a sense of dread. People may come in, and some may not come out. Even more so that most folk don't even get the luxury of sitting in a bed, even if it just be for a bit. They could have died on the blanket of red stained leaves, the maggots their only company until the earth- or a demons gut- claimed them.

“I've been told to notify you on a sort of… Social exercise?”

“Social?” Giyu unhelpfully repeats, his mind rushing back to the white walls of the mansion. Delayed shock sets in at the emphasised word. What, was he really that noticeably introverted that they need to put him in a social exercise?

“Yes… Recently, lower moon one has been slain by the hands of two highly ranked hashira. One of them injured his vocal chords, and needs rehabilitation before he attends his first Hashira Meeting. And, well, the Master decided to put you there because you could work on your speech regardless of any injury.”

Oh. So it wasn't even about him, not mostly anyway. He's to go in, talk at some guy who can't talk back, (which is exactly what doesn't happen in every single conversation he's ever had,) and leave. “What of the… other?”

The answer hits him before he can finish the sentence. His face burns red as Kanae Kocho responds in a mournful tone.

“Dead. Please, do mind what you say near him, I hear the two were great friends. He's quite the character.”

The raven-haired man mumbles in agreement. A similar fate as him; tortured to become Hashira at the expense of another. Giyu's not sure of what to think, other than send his silent condolences for the man's friend.

“Why can't you do it…? It's more of a rehabilitation, isn't it? To rehabilitate this guys voice…?”

Kanae sighs, brushing her bangs into place. “I suppose I could. It's just… I want to try and get him better… Not just physically? I know him, and he'd never open up to me.”

“Oh.”

For once in his life, Giyu doesn't prod.

As Kocho opened the door to a room brightened from the autumn sun, Giyu hadn't even notice the man sitting up under the covers at first. The only thing that catches his eye is the man's deep violet eyes, linking to his, the shade almost familiar.

Sanemi Shinazugawa is a pale, monochrome man by Giyu's first impression, but as his gaze looks deeper, there's more colour to his grey appearance. The scar- no, scars that litter his face cut up the greyish skin. The pale dusty pink decorating noticeable eyebags and kissed upon his scarred cheeks. His eyelashes…

Giyu is sure if he was given a pen and paper he'd be able to draw him perfectly without mistake, that is how… Mesmerising this man is.

He is stunned out of staring by the door shutting slowly behind him, and there the reality of the situation sets in. He's gotta sit here, with this random guy and try and improve their talking skills. Why can't someone else do it? Giyu thinks he'd much rather die to a demon one million times than have to talk about feelings or whatnot.

Regardless of this, the raven-haired man sits down anyway. On the stool next to the bed- Sitting on the bed is too personal, in his opinion. And by the look Giyu was getting even the stool was too close.

“Hello.”

If looks could kill, Giyu would be blended into a meat smoothie by now.

“I'm Giyu Tomioka. A hashira. I've been put here to, er, help rehabilitate your speech…?”

The same dull look wasn't helping the already ass self presentation. “What am I supposed to say anyway?! Goddamn it…”

“So… um… Can you talk at all right now…?”The raven-haired man internally facepalmed. “Of course he can't talk- that's why I'm here!”

The scarred man seemed to have the same thought process as he wheezed a scoff. Dispite the obvious answer, Shinazugawa still opened his mouth, brows furrowed and eyes alight.

“Fuc-”

The raspy response didn't last long before the man doubled over into the covers, gagging and clawing at the bandages wrapping his throat.

Giyu jumps back off the stool, then almost as suddenly lifts a hand to rub Shinazugawa's back in mediocre comfort. That doesn't last long either after the wheezing man flinches and slaps his hand away.

Giyu sighs, rubbing his reddening hand in defeat. This was obviously impossible.

He should just give up. Tengen was way more chatty than him if they wanted another hashira, even if half the stuff he said were innuendos. Yes. He should just give it to him.

Turning to the door, Giyu accepts defeat, he gives up. What's the point? From seemingly nowhere, a firm hand grasps his haori, pulling him back with enough force to make the man fall over. Sabito’s side of haori. And there he realises, after stepping to face the scarred man. As he gazes into those deep, but light, apologetic purple eyes, he realises.

“Okay. I'll stay…” Giyu mumbles, seemingly to himself.

Shinazugawa pulls his hand away, back onto the bed, and looks away. It's in an almost bashful but irritated manner that stuns Giyu from his first impression of the man.

And Giyu decides, there and then, in the brightly lit hospital room, that it is his duty to help this man who is so different but so like himself. So different, but so similar to Sabito.

[iitsarss]

HAII it’s me!!! ARSS!!!!!!!!!! sooo haven’t wrote anything abt griefer…cause.school.yeah it’s hitting me veeery hard and im procrastinating so that’s nooo good + not rlly in the best rn but im feeling very happy these last 2 days 👅

i kinda have an idea for other writing tho!! (INSPIRED BY A SONG LOOLLLLLL) so yeah u r eating soon i promise!!

anyways get some ugly ahh selfship doodles cause it’s one of the only things that keeps me going rnn!!/hj (surprise on the bottom ladies!!)

ship name is colaexplosion cause griefer likes cola….and i like..explosions…

edit 10/11 (october 11th) hi guys my biggest flex is that more than 500 ppl LIKED and KNOW abt my selfship..heh…you could say im…famous on tiktok…!!!/nsrs but yeah i get so happy when ppl like my selfship (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)

[lovethisfatcryptid]

Idk who needs to hear this (jk it's all of you): You have to actually take the ibuprofen for it to work. Setting it down in front of you isn't gonna do the trick.

[irenesweirdpinkstaff]

you know it’s bad when you kin a glow toad

[tremendously-crazy]

The Priory School Mystery my beloved <3

[kanakori]

in the beginning of primal fear when aaron is running from the police and breathing hard .... zooweemama

[cutekittychica]

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙮?

[counterspellthisyoucasual]

I do love watching British tv shows, recognising certain actors, looking on IMDb and finding that they’ve been in Doctor Who at some point, or at the very least been in a Doctor Who audio adventure, it’s brilliant. Britain truly has like 10 actors

[neverchecking]

She's Barbie.

Okay. I broke. And drew more Sage and Aaliyah bc I love them and they are my entire life rn.

SLIGHT GORE UNDER THE CUT

[astraswades]

[webtoon-related-tournaments]

Dohee:

Creates timeloops, doesn't control them. Hooks up with a guy and then the next timeloop around he's her boss, but obviously she's the only one who remembers the previous timeloops. Or is she?

Leilah was submitted without propaganda.

[interdimensionalvoid]

THE SQUIRE WAS GOING TO SHOW BALLISTER THE VIDEO AND TODD TOLD HIM TO TAKE W PICTURE WITH HIM INSTEAD OF THE “CHARITY CASE”

BITCHASS FUCKING H O E–

[dlamp-dictator]

My luck wins out once again~

[idont-know-whats-going-on]

Have I mentioned hOW MUCH I DESPISE YORU?????

[ojamayellow]

unfortunately reporting that i am at it once again