#Taiga didn't write smut for once 🤯

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"OMG you just copy and pasted Nezuko/Daki"

Bitch first of all

-Spoiler for Taiga Lore-

(TW/CW: Survivors Guilt, Murder, goofy insults, potentially graphic deaths, verbal abuse, toxic friends, OC content, etc)

Taiga's BDA existed LOOOONG before I read the MT. Nagatumo arc, AND she has a completely different backstory too!

Her best friend, Irene O'Brien, was brutally slaughtered by Muzan in front of Taiga's face, causing her to grab her metal bat and landing a blow to Muzan's back.

The blow wasn't severe, this is the Demon King himself we're talking about.

He didn't expect her to be brave enough to not only attack him, but also call him a Preppy Rich Bitch Wannabe Billionaire Bacon Bits Bitch and attempt to attack him again, though she didn't land anymore blows after the first one.

He found this intriguing and thought her loyalty to her now deceased friend would be a good tool. So, he turned her into a demon. Or so he thought.

She took the saying "Mind over Matter" to a whole new level.

Her brain could sense Muzan's cells, and managed to destroy some of them, leaving her only half-demon and hungry for revenge.

"But Taiga doesn't eat people!"

That doesn't mean she won't hurt or even kill them, she hates people.

She was betrayed by her 'friends' multiple times AND verbally abused by her parents a lot.

Gonna make a part two, feel free to submit genuine questions and/or writing/drawing requests!

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An Archer's Pride.

SFW

Hope you enjoy it!

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It was a crisp spring morning, the roses blowing in the wind as two men- aka anthropomorphic animals- stood in the field, a painted wooden target stood on an old tree stump.

"Now, Merlow, you wanna be able to track the wind. See what direction it's blowing."

The tiger-like man said, his voice had a deep rumbling sound in it. His snowy fur shimmering in the morning sun, the inky black stripes on his pelt looked like paint on a canvas. His striped tail flicking back and forth as his eyes looked at the other male.

"Third time's the charm, right ?"

The other spoke, he had a blobfish-like complex. His pink skin seemed to shine like morning dew on a mountain top. He held a make-shift bow in one of his hands, and had his hand raised up in the cool morning air, reading the wind just like the muscular tiger said.

After a moment of nothing but small birds and the faint sound of the wind harmonizing, he held his bow and arrow, and aimed at the little wood target.

The older one watched in anticipation as he pulled back the arrow and, after holding it for a moment, released. It flew like an eagle diving for a salmon in northern Alaska, hitting the painted target perfectly.

"I did it! I did it!"

He shouted, the pride overwhelming the poet's mind as he cheered.

A hand- or in this case, a paw rested on Merlow's shoulder, he turned to find a proud expression on his teachers tiger-like face.

"Well done, Merlow."

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I'm so sorry if this is bad bro 😭