#in every generation a slayer is born

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I'm a normal person.

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Into every generation, a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world. She alone will have the strength and skill to fight the... well there's that word again. What you are. How you'll die. Alone.

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Mockery | Hoshina Soshiro

Part 0 of “Certainly Yours”

pairing: Hoshina Soshiro x fem!reader

summary: Mina Ashiro needed a team. But the moment she found one, she was at a loss at what to do when her Vice Captain and Lead Technician got off on the wrong foot.

warnings: Slight Kn8 B-side Manga Spoilers, Mentions of Soshiro struggling with self-worth, Mentions of slight animosity between you and Soshiro but nothing too major, First-time meeting, Mentions very few graphic depictions of slaying Kaiju.

wc: 9,712

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note: Hello! Sorry for the long wait.

I originally planned to write Part 7 first. but decided to write Part 0 as a special chapter since I've hit a hundred followers. But by the time I finished, we hit 150. Thank you lots!!

There is less romance on this one, since it's a prequel to Part 1 of Certainly Yours. I originally wanted to incorporate a rivalry or an initial animosity between reader and Soshiro. So this was my best attempt on the subject.

There is a lot more interaction and inner pining because it's still in the initial stages in the relationship. And I had a difficult time cross referencing B-side manga with the things I've already written thus far. I’m disappointed we don't really have much information on Soichiro. And I have big plans to incorporate him in a separate part in much more excruciating detail later down the line. Involving jealousy..

Anyways. For now, I shall write Part 7 and give ya'll the comfort you need. Might be the big I love you's, you're looking for. Wink wink.

Also, please tell me if I missed any warnings. None of these are proof read and my phone lags really bad when I post 9k words worth of fanfiction.

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The feeling of being needed was a foreign concept that Soshiro Hoshina had never experienced for himself.

The road that he paved himself had always been a lonesome one. Carved by the very callouses of his own fingertips. Where he'd dive headfirst into the nose of a cliff filled with criticisms and comparisons. The world familiar to him had always been accompanied by a sense of mockery for his craft. A sneaky way to bury his existence in the wake of the world that had been full of firearms and expert Kaiju exterminators.

In the face of it all, he had always been frustratingly average.

Not nearly as bright as the way his older brother had burned for the adrenaline of the battlefield. The use of firearms, specialized tools and weaponry that had been modernized to slay larger than life Kaiju. Had always been stacked against him. Someone who was not born with the innate ability to tackle such large threats. His use had been chained to the blade. One so sharp and pristined to the point of no return.

For as long as he remembered, it had always been like this.

Even before he had joined the Defense Force of his own volition. He had always felt inferior in the way his brother Soichiro had bested him in every sense of the word. A genius incarnation that had rarely been born into the Hoshina family's already impressive lineage. In a family who prided themselves as generational Kaiju-slayers.

By all means, Soichiro Hoshina was the perfect man born for the front lines. His presence alone dominated the field. Any Challengers he'd face would be a place where normal people would never be able to reach.

He mastered a variety of martial arts at a young age. Already flipping over instructors each time he was paired to a battle in an attrition of self-defense.

The sword techniques passed down within the generations of his ancestors, had all been perfected to improve upon his own. His sword an extension of his arm each time he wielded it. And in terms of firearms? Soshiro couldn't begin to imagine ever reaching the height of his brother's skill. The gap between them in terms of long ranged attacks had been far too large for him to delusionally think he'd ever make it. Let alone surpass.

And although their youngest was plenty good at the progress of his own swordsmanship. Soichiro was on an entirely different level than he was.

A genius, some would call him. A fact the younger Hoshina was far too aware of.

The dust he left behind when he ran forward was often a sight Soshiro was familiar with. Sweeping him off of his feet each time he'd issue a direct challenge with his older brother.

And although he hated to admit it. Soichiro Hoshina's existence was both an inspiration and a mockery to his own.

A frustrating truth that even he had no choice but to believe.

His enigmatic older brother had always been a person who was destined to become the Captain of the sixth division. And his junior of five years, who had not excelled in anything but his skill in close quarter combat. Had all but stood in his shadow, destined to live a much ordinary life as an instructor like his family suggested.

Not a single person expected him to keep fighting.

To keep swinging that blade of his which had been both a boon and bane for his existence in the defense force.

Each humorous jab, or critical comment directed his way, had always been replied with a simple smile on his cat-like features. Far too exhausting to correct the people who had never dreamed to understand what he wished for.

And even if they never did, even if no one ever believed that he'd be able to survive the chaotic life of killing a Kaiju with a blade alone. He'd fight tooth and nail if he had to, In an effort just to keep his style of combat alive.

Because swinging the sword had always been something he found extreme joy in.

He refused to let this be the written ending for his story. Refused to let fate decide on the path to his future actions. Not when his undoing had all been decided by his unlucky birth.

Had Soshiro existed in a different era, far away from Soichiro. Things may have turned out much differently, he imagined.

But alas, he was stuck fighting. Climbing the gritty stairs of progress. Dragging the heavy weights of his blades all the way to the bloody top. And It showed in the way he never stopped practicing. His personalized equipment had always remained in top condition. The sharp end of that thinly-cut mass of iron had always been razor edged and cut-throat in the way it was maintained. Not even a dent could be seen on the damn thing.

By all means the weapon he held had always been ready. Waiting in fact, for the day Soichiro would mess up and stumble.

And for some reason? Soshiro had a feeling that day would be today.

It was their usual four round duel. An agreement between brothers who'd meet up every afternoon at the end of their respective classes for the weekday. Books packed hastily in an effort to rush home so that they could clash blades in the open spaces of their house's courtyard.

It had been a daily routine at this point.

Often, Soshiro would be the first to come home. Dropping his bag onto the floor of his bedroom and rushing to wear his hakama which had been prepped on the foot of his bed. And the moment he puts it on, he shows no hesitation when he grabs an appropriately sized bamboo blade that he kept nearest his closet.

Soichiro, who was the last to come, had always returned home with his little brother already waiting for him at their usual spot. Stance wide and ready to begin their matchup.

And although he often found his determination awe inspiring.

The older brother was far too aware of his own blood's presence. His eagerness to catch him off-guard had been made clear. Always at the ready in the case he'd make a mistake so that he could close the gap in skill between them.

And Soichiro. Who was as equally as cunning as he is. Had always been one step ahead, at the ready for any of Soshiro’s practiced attacks that even he knew could catch up to him at any moment.

Genius my ass. What's the point of being called that when your younger brother was so close to surpassing you? His progress in the blade is abnormally fast.

And to Soichiro. It was utterly terrifying.

“Yer too stiff ya’ little wimp. How do you expect to swing and hit me when that stance of yours is too rigid.” Soichiro pointed out. His chin pointed at the darker haired boy's much smaller feet. The boy hadn't even hit a growth spurt yet. And at this point he had been much taller than Soshiro's current height. His little brother barely reached the waistband of his Hakama giving him an ample advantage in build.

“Tryin’ something new. Now shut yer’ trap and let me hit ya!” Soshiro replied. The same serious look plastered on his face.

And such a challenge is met by his brother's own smirk. “Quite the yapper today aren't ya?” He laughs.

“-Fine. If you managed to hit me once, I'll let you go at me for another round. That ‘a deal?”

“Don't even need to ask.” Soshiro smirks. And with quick footwork, the boy had already reached his older brother's inner circle.

His steps were precise in the way he wasted no unnecessary limbs in his movement. In three short steps he had been faced to face with him. The tip of his bamboo sword already pointed at the very sky. Ready to strike him in the shoulder in an attempt to have him drop his own weapon. A technique he had done plenty of times to Soshiro before.

But the braided haired boy had been quicker. More experienced for his age. Foreseeing the minor tells his brother would exhibit when striking his sword down. And he wastes no time, pouncing to the side. Narrowly avoiding the heavy hand that had almost hit him on the jugular. Where he knows would've hurt.

It was done in quick succession. Soshiro didn't even have time to realize that his brother had turned on his heel. His blade held with one hand, had swept the ground to hit his very ankle. Effectively throwing him off balance. Making Soshiro yelp as he landed on his rear. Sword slipping from the tight grasp of his fingertips which had not grown enough to garner a steady grip yet.

And he could hear Soichiro’s obnoxious laughter echoing from in front of him. Slapping his leg to try and calm his breathless laughter.

“Whoops, nearly thought you had me there didn't ya?” He places his free hand over his stomach whilst he slung his sword over his shoulder. Trying not to pop a vein while laughing so hard.

And the jolly expression on his face alone had made Soshiro grit his teeth.

“Hah!? One more round and I'll make ya’ eat dirt you big bonehead.” Soshiro had replied. Already scampering about to grab his sword from the sidelines. Readying his stance for another round.

But a little known fact about Soichiro is that his interests never linger on him for too long. Only allowing the younger boy a total of four rounds per day. No more, no less. Had that number exceeded. He'd spare no glance and show disinterest on entertaining the boy no more. And his laughter soon dies down.

“Nope, No way! That's the fourth loss in a row. That's ‘bout enough for today Soshiro.” The older boy shook his head nonchalantly. Fixing up the loose strands of his braid as he turned to walk away. Uninterested now that the battle had ended quickly.

“You coward–One more round! I ain’t done with you yet!!” Soshiro yelled. But he sees the way his older brother was already kicking the wooden sandals off his feet. Walking back inside where the scorch of the afternoon sun would not hit him. And mock reply he'd refuse much louder than before.

“Nope.” His mouth popped.

“Them's the rules, I'm afraid.. Now I’m starvin, let's go grab a bite to eat.”

He sees the way Soichiro had not spared a second to look back. Immediately making a beeline to the Kitchen where he knew a few snacks would be waiting for them.

But unlike the eldest, Soshiro had stubbornly stomped behind his brother. Trying his best to keep up with the older boy who had much larger strides in his steps.

“That ain't fair, you said you'd give me five rounds today!”

“I said I'd give ya an extra round IF ya’ managed to hit me. And beggars can't be choosers here seeing as how not one of your attacks managed to graze me at all.”

“-Looks like you'll need more trainin’ ya little twerp.” His hand had reached to pat him on the head. But Soshiro had slapped it away before it could ruffle the tips of his hair.

“Quit callin me twerp ya Bonehead! I'm not the one who's running away–Come back here so I can kick yer’ sorry butt!” He chased after him. A common sight for the household who often saw the siblings bicker with one another.

But Soichiro was too fast. The pleasant smile on his face remained as he grabbed a rice ball nearest the counter. All the while effectively avoiding the smaller one's tackles.

It had been a few seconds more before Soshiro would give up in his pursuit. The sound or his grumbling stomach made Soichiro want to laugh. But he figured he could spare the poor boy the embarrassment of pointing that out.

Eventually, Soshiro stopped. Grabbing a rice ball of his own, he chooses to sit at the tatami nearest the windowsill of their home. And with much delight begins munching on the rice ball with a fuming look on his face.

He hadn't given up..he’s just a little hungry. That's all. He reminds himself.

“One of these days I'll beat ya’ on the first swing. Just you wait.” And that sentiment makes his older brother smile.

“That so?” Soichiro replied. Sitting beside the younger boy who had taken large bites from his own food. And unbeknownst to Soshiro, a smile appears on the corner of his older brother's lips.

“Well, guess I should buckle up and train too. Wouldn't want my wimpy little brother here to get ahead of me. Now do I?” The younger one couldn't help but roll his eyes. Clearly unamused that his brother had taken to scorn him again.

“Train with what? You're already plenty good at everything else. Yer’ just being mean.” Soichiro couldn't help but chuckle at his brother's small pout. Already grabbing him another rice ball to hand to him, as a form of apology. And Soshiro wastes no time to accept his offer. Enjoying the fresh grains of rice wrapped in that salty seaweed sheet. A singular pickled plum had peaked from within the blankets of warm grains.

“Sure. But I ain't about to slack off and give ya an easy-win.” Soichiro chuckles. Though for some reason, his voice had been far kinder than usual. “-Besides…”

Soshiro pauses, raising a brow at his older brother who had stared at the golden rays nearest the open window. And a strange expression was etched on his very face.

“I'm willin’ to bet that someday..yer’ gonna find someone who's gonna need you. With or without that blade of yours.”

And he raises his head to meet his older brother's strange smile.

It had been a selfish, childish desire for sure. One that disliked the idea of his younger brother overlapping him one day. The sheer dedication and progress he had been making was a far cry to his own. But those words, he meant sincerely. And whether Soshiro was aware of that, he was sure that one day he'd at least think back on it as simply words of mockery to discourage him.

And he did not bother to correct him.

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It had been a few years since then. And for some reason those words stuck to Soshiro like a moth with a lamp.

It was uncharacteristic of Soichiro.

Even after he cut ties with his older brother. He had always found that sentiment of his, strange. The enigmatic Soichiro did not usually go out of his way to comfort him. Let alone aid him in his training. In fact, he distinctly remembers all the times the braided haired boy discouraging him each time they dueled. Demotivated him to stop in his endeavors.

It wasn't uncommon for his anger to boil when it came to Soichiro’s demeaning behavior. His words, often echoing on days where he’d fail to prove his worth to the defense force.

And although he knew Soichiro was only teasing him. His constant onslaught of berations had made him think he needed to improve upon his flaws even more. His words of mockery, a lingering thought on the back of his mind that would've normally made a person give up. Had only strengthened his resolve. And his actions only lead to even longer strides of hard work that only evolved each passing moment he'd swing his sword.

So why was it that those words of his didn't sound like mockery at all?

Had his brother meant it? When he told him he'd find someone who'd need him with or without the skill of his blade?

It had been almost an entire decade since he last saw his brother. Who had gone straight ahead and became a captain of his own division. And Soshiro had just about joined the defense force. Hoping to prove his worth.

But that was easier said than done.

It wasn't until Mina Ashiro had walked in. Scouting him directly from the Kansai District. Offering him a chance to join the Third Division and rise to the top to become her Vice Captain. But even then, it had still felt like a blow to his existence who had been fighting just to stay in the game.

“I need your abilities. Will you join my force, Hoshina?” Captain Ashiro of the Third Division had spoken. Unabashed upon his entrance to her office. It had been one of those rare instances where he got to visit the Tokyo District. And he wondered if the woman in front of him was being serious in her resolve.

“Me?” He gives a wry chuckle. “Not sure I follow Captain.”

“You're a blade specialist. Yes?”

“That's correct.” He spoke with a weary formality.

“We can't overlook the possibility of miniature-sized Kaiju cropping down the line.” The Captain had spoken with determination. And her eyes meet Soshiro's with much the same determination she had when she first offered him a place next to her.

“When I need to shoot a threat, can I trust that you'll clear a path for me?”

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Soshiro was frozen on the spot.

He was practically unable to answer her. Too shocked at the mere possibility of being offered a need for his skill with the blade. He had been forced to carry a gun with him before, and that didn't end well. Yet here she was, seeking assistance in a blade specialist who had so often struggled to keep up with entire platoons who had wielded firearms instead of steel.

So why now? Why was it when he resolved to only use blades did Captain Ashiro of the Third Division scout him out? Modern Kaiju of this day and age were large. Gigantic with plated shells that even firearms had struggled to pierce through. What good would a sword do in that situation?

And yet even then, he thought about it.

The possibility of fighting his way in the midst of soldiers who carried firearms and freezing rounds. The sheer thought of rushing forward and slicing Kaiju with the perfected combat abilities he had been polishing way before he had resolved to join the Defense Force.

But before he could resolve to make an answer, the door had opened. And you had entered the fray.

“Him? Well I suppose this isn't the first time the Third's willing to recruit strange people.”

Strange?

Soshiro had looked to the side. Catching a glimpse at your figure as you slowly closed the door behind you. Hands shoved to the front pocket of your lab coat as you walked right next to him. Saluting towards Captain Ashiro to formally greet her upon meeting her gaze.

“Captain.” You addressed. Right beside Soshiro. And you could feel his stares poking through your sides.

“At ease.” The Captain looks back towards him. “Officer Hoshina. This here, is the Third's Lead Technician. She's a weapons specialist and will be here to provide your support should you choose to join our division.”

The sweet smile on your face had not faltered. Taking you back to a relaxed stance as you came face to face with Soshiro’s own scrutiny. His raised eyebrow had been an indication of his hesitancy towards you.

Your eyes had made contact with his. And although squinted, you could see the glimpse of his wine colored eyes. Observing you thoroughly from head to toe.

You weren't exactly sure what was running in his thoughts at the moment. But his skepticism was met by a similar opinion of your own. Not entirely sure if he was as good as Captain Ashiro praised him to be. Though you had to admit, he was at least somewhat nice on the eye.

“I heard about you.” He tilts his head. Fox-like in his gaze. And a smile had stretched amusingly on the corners of your lips.

“Oh? Good things I hope?” He looked unbothered. Though in a sense that his kindness was only a front that he had all but gotten used to in hiding. Likely from your comment from earlier. And you had an inkling that he had a few things to say of his own. Sly in the way he'll word it.

”I suppose..” His reply was curt.

“Heard yer’ one of the few technicians that actually make Specialized Bioweapons, that about right?”

You nod. “Only for the strange ones.”

“-Ones that can't conform to the normalcy of standard firearms. Much like you, it seems.”

This makes Soshiro’s lips quirk. Suddenly very aware that your statement had been a jab of sorts. One he had gotten used to from his own division. And such a challenge was directly and expertly countered back in tandem.

“Well yer’ not so normal yourself ya’ know?” His accent had been made much clearer. And your eyebrows raise. Slightly irate in the way he jabbed at you. Though you let him continue, just to see if he could keep up with his own feist.

“-Heard you were the Technician that was kicked out for bein’ so stubborn to work with.”

And you had to hold back a wry chuckle. It seems his smile had a few sharp claws to fight back with. “So you've heard.”

“-But I suppose you too are used to that very sentiment, yes?” Your words seem to make that easy smile of his falter slightly. It was a miniscule comment, but judging by the way he had remained silent. The tension of the room grew weary as the two sparked a similar glare for each other. And although he found the situation slightly amusing, his displeased conversation had definitely soured his thoughts of joining.

Maybe the Third Division wasn't the place for him either.

What were the chances he'd have a different point of view should he switch divisions now? Your existence proved the very mockery his brother had implied. His Father who was normally supportive had not praised him for wanting to join the Defense Force when all he had was his skill in the blade. And the thought alone is enough to convince him otherwise.

Captain Ashiro's offer had been tantalizing, but not definite. And he has half a mind to excuse himself before things could escalate.

But as luck would have it. Captain Ashiro had been observant. Her intentions were never to have them be at odds with one another. And she clears her throat in the hopes she could ease the tension in the room slightly.

Administering as the only superior officer in the room. Who needed to take much responsibility.

“Sleep on it, Hoshina. We could use a close combat specialist like you out there.”

And whether or not she meant that. There hadn't been much time before an alert went off. A pin placed on his thoughts as he had found himself participating with the Third's mission to exterminate acid spitting Kaiju on the eastern side of the Kanto region.

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Despite his hesitance. The thought of it still remained. And as if magnetized, he found himself willingly transfering to the Third Division. Somehow surviving a Kaiju attack that he had helped fend off with Captain Ashiro's help.

His sword. One he brought with him from back home. Had all been melted to the hilt. Its black steel had an unnatural wave of color on it. A result of his reckless actions when he remembered having to cut through the insides of a Kaiju's mouth. Saving both himself and a child from being devoured and melted.

Had Captain Ashiro and Okonogi; the Third's Lead Operations gal. Not hac impeccable timing, he was sure he would've been dead meat by now. And yet here he was, alive coupled with only a few bruises on his sore body.

After a few days, he had recovered fairly well since then. Deployed from the hospital after a back and forth discussion between the Tokyo and Kansai district. And he had finally gotten permission for his official transfer. h

His things were readily packed as he made his way to the bunkers of Tachikawa's base.

And just as he had stared at the broken blade, he had debated on whether or not he should've just thrown it out to get a new one.

It took ages to convince the Kansai district to forge him a blade. Steel that could withstand the strength of Kaiju skin. Or have a high enough melting point so that the acidic burns of its saliva and stomach were not affected by it. But that type of material was hard to come by. Let alone, he doubts command would grant him access to such weaponry when he had done nothing to prove his usefulness.

So even then, when he had been given the minimum necessity, he had been careful in its uses. Unsure whether or not his platoon leader would allow him to be given a replacement blade when he had so little opportunity to showcase his skill infield.

He’d likely have to ask Platoon Leader Ebina for a replacement. He had so few extra blades to spare. But the Third had at least been kinder to him than his last division. Surely they'd grant him better access to the weaponry of his choice, right?

Though just as he loathed the thought. His footsteps halted.

And in the middle of the empty hallways, nearest the corner where the sleeping quarters should be. Your eyes had met with his once more. The first time in a while since your encounter in the confines of Captain Ashiro's office.

“It's you.” You had spoken.

Suddenly aware that he had been staring at the broken blade in his hand. Unfazed by the heavy duffle bag he had carried with his other arm. The sudden softness of your voice had been unexpected to say the least. Given the last animosity you both displayed towards each other.

You walked closer to inspect the melted steel. Having already heard the report from Captain Ashiro’s latest mission. And for a moment, he feels as if you had looked almost displeased at the weapon. Guilty for having assumed the worst of him. “Looks like the acid's melted it down. I assume you have a spare?”

He nods. Sheathing the broken shortsword back in its holster. Making it look like it hadn't been broken at all. “That's right. Though I ain’t excited that I'm gonna hafta' throw another one out.”

This makes you smile. And his eyes had widened ever so slightly at the sight of your pretty teeth

So that's what you looked like when you smiled.

“Figures. It isn't very common for people to use steel against Kaiju nowadays. Let alone swords.” You spoke slowly. And this time, you see the way his mouth visibly frowns. A stark contrast to that usual unbothered smile of his when you had first met him.

“Well I ‘spose I'm not your common folk.” He spoke tight-lipped. And you cringe inwardly at your thoughtless words.

You hadn't meant that. A force of bad habit it seems. One that came from a place of wanting to help.

A soldier’s life, especially one that dealt with monstrous Kaiju, had always tipped the balance between life and death. And you had thought it reckless to see him remain stubborn when you first heard your Captain praise Soshiro's skill in the blade. Your impression on him, had made you think he was a reckless fool who did not value his life. At least not enough to learn how to handle firearms.

Though now, after having witnessed his actions through Okonogi and a few key witnesses from that day. You knew that you had been wrong in your assumptions. Planning to make amends the only way you knew how.

Your place as a Technician who could only fight through the weapons you made. One that you hoped would help people survive. Even for just a minute longer, just to make a difference.

“I didn't-” Your words were cut short. Not entirely sure why your voice had cut from the tip of your tongue. So instead you move closer grabbing the hilt of his blade from his fingertips. And that alone makes Soshiro tilt his head in confusion. “Here, let me have a look.”

And he watches you admire the weight and feel of the weapon. Staring at the black leather hilt that he had so often found himself gripping. Enough to cause a few dents in the area. Only further proving his dedication to his craft. But he did not understand your actions. Far too vague in deciphering you when he barely knew much to tell if your actions had been one of curiosity or just sheer brazenness.

“Do you…have something against me? Or is there somethin’ I’m missing here?" He blurts out. Unsure if your earlier comments were made from a place of ignorance or as a way to insult his way of fighting.

And your eyes had so easily pried from the blade and back to his face. Surprised that the relaxed persona of his had momentarily disappeared.

And for a second, you felt the weight of added guilt in the way you had addressed him earlier.“Against you? No, I-”

You sigh. “Not really. If anything I'm interested in you.” Managing to blurt out, almost frowning at the way you stumbled to admit that. Somehow that had been hard to say in front of his face.

“That so?” He tilts his head with a smile. “And here I was, under the impression that you hated my guts.”

You had half a mind to roll your eyes. Make another comment that might've irked his feathers for a bit. But you stopped yourself. Finding the smile on his face much more pleasant than you had imagined. A far cry from the masked practiced one he had adorned when you first met him with. And this time, you had made an effort to be more sincere.

“You've gained my trust.” You simply spoke. This time in a much more pleasant tone than you had anticipated. “I was wrong. I misjudged your confidence for stupidity.”

His eyes had trained over each other. And silence swept over them before you spoke hesitantly once more.

“I thought you were unwilling to adapt to change. But I see now you are much more careful than I anticipated.” Your admission makes him look away momentarily. Suddenly unused to such sincerity after their last meeting.

“Your skill in the blade is impeccable. And instead of being stupid, I'll replace your weapon for you.”

He raises his brow. Not entirely sure what you were getting at until you held the weighted blade with one hand. Unused to the way you had spoken softly this time. Almost apologetic even.

“You mean replace my weapon of choice?” He had assumed as much. Maybe you’d hand him a gun and see just how terrible he'd be at it. But you had almost smacked yourself on the head for wording things so vaguely.

“No.” Your reply was immediate. Making it clear that you had not meant to insult his skill in swordsmanship. That much was for sure. And maybe that had been the first spark that finally got through the both of you. That you had not meant to offend each other. Not this time.

“I meant–the material your weapon is made out of. It's barely functional, let alone made for slicing thick-skinned Kaiju. I didn't mean too.. yeah.”

Your words had caught his throat dry. And Somehow the awkwardness you had displayed had made him chuckle in response. Amused in the way you too, had stumbled in your words when you had so confidently spoken to him last time. He wonders if you were even the same person who'd responded with the feist he had experienced first-hand. Jabs and all.

Normally conversations like these would lead to persuasion. A simple comment to get him to use other weapons. To give up on his hard work with the blade.

By all means, he was used to the impracticality of his craft.

He was good with the blade. A prodigy some would call him. But his weapon of choice had not been suited for practical use. Often delegated as a Martial Arts technique, required to join the Defense Force as a form of experience.

But it seems he had forgotten who he was talking to.

For you had not been a very practical person either. A technician who made specialized weapons for the odd who would not dare conform to the standard way of fighting a modern Kaiju. And this time, he understood the words you had struggled to say out loud. Your apologies were clear, and you wanted to help. Even if you did look adorably helpless in trying to offer that option to him. “So, what I'm getting at is that, yer’ offering to help me. Yeah?”

“Yeah. Cause I have no idea how you survived for this long with such a flimsy weapon.”

“‘Scuse me?” He couldn't help but laugh a little more. Finding your bluntness a charm. Your aura had been quite different from his initial assumptions. And it seems you were just a bold individual who was unafraid of speaking the truth if need be.

And the thought alone made him smile. Much more genuine in the way he realized he'd be faced with.

“Normally people just tell me that I'm bein’ stubborn by sticking to the front lines. But never that..” He chortled again. Finding the amusement almost breathtaking to stand upright.

And the sound of his laughter had been similar to the pretty bells you once heard during the peak hours of a windchimes's ring. Nice and genuinely pretty.

If he had laughed like that everyday, it might make things a little harder for you to deal with. But you ignore the quick pace in your heart strings. Rolling your eyes as if nothing changed in your demeanor.

“Oh please. I've seen it from the Operations Room. You're more than capable. But the weapons they've given you are…subpar to say the least.”

“-If you actually want to do more, you're gonna need a stronger steel base than this.” You had flicked your finger against the holster of the blade. And the sound of contact had echoed to his ear. And suddenly he is all too aware of that soft smile plastered on your face.

A confidence brimming in you that told him all he needed to know. A thought that you'd help him. To stick by his side and pave a way for him. Starting with a better weapon.

“And I can help you. If you let me.”

“Oh. So you're offering to fix my blade for me?”

“Even better. I'm offering you specialized blades. Ones that won't break so easily.” You beamed. And the sight of your eagerness had made him almost giddy. It almost sounded like a pipe dream in the way you had offered no hesitance in supporting him. It was a breath of fresh air amidst the many who had given up on him.

“Though of course, you'd have to rise through the ranks. Command will only authorize special made weapons for the strongest Officers after all.”

“Like Captain Ashiro?” He had spoken out of turn. A tilt on his head at the memory of her rather peculiar specialty. “I assume you'd want someone who can dish out firepower as strong as hers.”

It was no secret that the Captain of the Third Division had an unusual affinity for firearms. Her large weapon was akin to a cannon, fit to destroy larger than life Kaiju should they appear before them. But you had all but shook your head at his comment. Already one step ahead to stop his doubts from formulating. And somehow, despite the difficulty in reading him. You found yourself able to at least grasp a feeling of his inferiority. One that had been beaten down on his very body that had made you feel guilty at the words he endured.

The very same words you've mocked him with.

“No. The rest of the command can have Mina Ashiro for all I care. It's you I want.” You pointed to him. your finger squarely on his chest. And he hopes you couldn't feel the vapid way his heart was hammering upon its contact with the fabric of his standard uniform jacket. Eyes fixated at your determination and unexpected confidence in him.

“But why? Wouldn't ya’ prefer someone more capable in both long and close range weapons?”

“Like who?” You had inquired. And suddenly his thoughts shift to that amazing but annoying recruit he's encountered during his entry exams. One that he had formed a small rivalry with since they had entered the force right around the same time.

“Maybe someone like Gen Narumi?” He shrugs. Though you could tell he was hesitant in his choice of words. Which makes you chuckle. “The soldier who requested a ridiculously large bayonet? No.”

Somehow that made Soshiro visibly relaxed.

“He’s good but there's nothing I can do that can help him further. But you on the other hand?”

He raises his brows. Seeing the way you tilt your head forward towards him. And his breath is caught on his lungs, unencumbered in the way you speak your mind openly and in confidence towards him. Comparison did not exist in your mind. And from the look on your eyes, there had not been an edge of doubt in the way you responded almost immediately to his doubts.

“I'd be a pretty bad Technician if I didn't see your uses beyond that sword of yours.”

“So ya need me?” He spoke incredulously. And although it embarrasses you, you give him a curt nod. That makes a chuckle escape from his lips. “And suddenly I'm beginin’ to feel special since I joined the Third Division.”

“Well, it's true. The rest may not be able to see it. But I know it.” You paused. Looking at him in sincerity. One that he was not used to seeing. And he flinches upon your hand grabbing his own. Feeling the way his skin had rich blisters that had been replaced with heavy calluses over the time he spent training.

“You'll save more lives than I can count, and the only way you'll do that is if you're given a proper blade.”

“-Created by yours truly of course.” You let go of his hand. Hopefully he hadn't noticed the red tint on your cheeks as you looked away. And his laugh is the first thing you hear that makes you want to admire his pretty face.

“Yer crazy..” He shook his head.

Though more of a vapid insult. The smile remaining on his pretty lips had indicated it was done on jest. And for a moment, you were suddenly all too aware of how husky his voice had been, or how much taller he had shadowed over you. Or how much better he looked when he smiled.

And you find yourself taking a few steps back. The broken blade already slotted on your shoulder. Ready to take it to your lab and get a head start on designing a suitable prototype for him.

“So I've heard. But the Third Division is already full of that, don't you think?” And he couldn't help but nod. Watching the way you had slowly walked passed him. Already unused to the given space you had provided. For a moment, he wished you had held his hand longer. It had made him miss the warmth of your closeness from earlier.

“I suppose so. It's a lot different from the Kansai district, I'll give ya’ that.” He turned. Watching as you retreated slowly. And with a single glance, you had all but piqued the very last of his interest.

Suddenly, it was like getting caught on a hook. And he’s afraid he'd be seeking you out everyday. If he can help it.

If you’d allow it.

“If they couldn't make you shine then I'll make sure to pave that way for you. No kaiju is gonna break that sword of yours.” You turn around. Already taking a step forward. Hiding your pink face from his sight. Which he was admiring rather languidly had you not turned your head.

“You have my word.” You had finished off. And before he could even reply, Soshiro was left in the empty hallways of Tachikawa base.

The sudden absence made him slacken, who had gotten so used to your comforting presence. But in spite of his disappointment, he somehow found himself smiling on his own.

It sure is strange hearing someone say that to him.

Mina Ashiro may have been the first to ask of him. To request an offer for his help in the field. His assistance would prove helpful in the face of her attacks, which was made for long ranged weaponry. And he had finally gotten a chance to prove his worth to the defense force. By means of paving a path to slay the Kaiju that got in her way.

But you had been the first to offer that yourself. To pave a path for HIM should any Kaiju get in HIS way.

You offered him a chance to shine.

And he'd be damned if he doesn't reach that expectation of yours.

The one who had challenged him to go beyond a greater height than he had ever envisioned himself climbing. To be needed.

It wasn't after half a month later had he come back boasting the highest melee kill count from small to midsize threats of Kaiju. His actions ebbing a spark in the third's outlook on Bladed users. Inspiring a few onslaught of officers to join a few joint training sessions held swordsmanship. The Kendo match between districts has become a much more popular feat than before.

Now, learning the blade wasn't a simple formality anymore. It had been another path forward. And although only a fool would continue to wield a blade instead of the practicality of long ranged weaponry. Hoshina Soshiro had been that very same fool. He who pushed forward like a madman and insisted on using his signature shorthanded blades, despite the odds stacked against him

And Mina Ashiro had placed a great deal of faith in him. Enough to promote him to a platoon leader. And eventually a Vice Captain of the third Division.

And your eyes had never lingered elsewhere in his pursuit.

Often following his line of sight when you'd seen him train on the very confines of the training room. And even now, you had stared directly at him. Unable to look away.

Not when he had entered your lab with the unusual formality of his standard uniform. His star studded pin hooked on the left side of his jacket's chest. An insignia that had been a symbol of his inauguration as the new Vice Captain of Third Division's upper ranks. His title attained by the mere fraction of his efforts and hardwork.

And you dare not face him with such petty grievances like you had in the past. A smile etched on your pretty lips as you greeted him in a mock salute. As if to tell him you had been expecting this day to come.

“Took you a while, Vice Captain. I almost thought you'd given up on me.” Your joke had made him let out a chuckle. Closing the door behind him as he walked up to your place nearest the desk.

“And miss out on yer’ startled face? Never.” He had spoken more informally than you had imagined. Which made you drop the mock salute you had given him. Rolling your eyes as you moved to stand. Heading to the next desk over as he followed you suit.

“I think you're the one that should be startled.” You had hinted with a giddy giggle.

The correction made Soshiro tilt his head. A sort of curiosity washing over him. And you watch as he closes the gap between his and the proximity of your bubble. Braving to graze his shoulders against you as he crosses your side. Eyes magnetized in the way it had seen your pretty smile. “Oh. Didya' have a surprise for me? Didn't peg you as someone who gave gifts often.”

And you lean forward, nearest his chest. As if to whisper your little secret that you've been meaning to show him for a while now. “In case you forgot, let me remind you.”

Upon landing his gaze on the small glass case on the desk, you had moved your hands to slowly remove the top cover. Revealing the two refined swords around the same length of his arms.

The outer casing, its holster. Was tinted purple like his dark hair. The hints of military green had no doubt matched that of their Combat Suit's design. And it veered to life the moment his eyes fell upon the familiar insignia of the Third Division's logo atop of its hilt. A sign that this weapon had been his.

Well at least, he assumed as much. Judging from the proud and almost excited look on your face. “I finished your swords.” You spoke factually. “Just need your verdict on the matter.”

His eyes had widened. This had been a stark difference from his previous blade. The way it was made was measured perfectly to the length of his arms. The sword bent in a grip for just the way he preferred it to. And its tip? The one where a pivot was placed had been an indication that it was designed so that he could connect the two blades. Form it into one long sword, if he truly wished to.

That alone was an indication that this was likely not a normal melee. Made of simple bronze or steel.

No.

This was a bioweapon. Made from Kiaju to kill Kaiju. One that was only granted to the strongest in the Force. One that had been ready for his use. Built in custom to his preferences. And their eyes met, only confirming his suspicions when she had given him an awkward shrug of her shoulders. Acting as if invisible ink had occupied the space between their feet.

“I said I'd make you a weapon that won't break easily, didn't I?” In an instant, a hot flush billowed in his cheeks. Much the same when your normally hidden shyness had finally resurfaced.

The rare times it did, he couldn't help but stare. Far too enraptured in the gap that had swung between your feist and your awkward responses. And he nods in turn. Suddenly aware that you had been doing such a task so diligently to perfection. “I don't know what to say. I didn't think you'd actually make it.”

You hear him chuckle. And your shoulder had pushed him forward. Towards the weaponry you had made for him.“Go on, it's not like anybody else can use it.”

Soshiro had looked at you, hesitant in the way you had so readily offered him such a gift. Your words had been proven in the way your assurances hit his heart. And his hand had a mind of its own as it grabbed the hilt of the blade. Sliding its cover right off so he'd have a chance to see the refined structure of the thinly cut mass of iron.

One he had been accustomed to weilding since he had been born.

Though instead. He was met with the dark shade of a similar material. Stronger than Iron, nor any steel for that matter. It was a blade far too distinct to forget. Luminous in orange hues as if it burned with the same heat that had allowed him to move in the enhancement of his suit.

And it had been clear this weapon was far stronger than the rest of his blade. Bound to cut a Kaiju's outer shell much easier than his previous ones would let him.

And the light one that breathed with an eery calm had reflected his own wine red eyes on the blade. The very movement caused a sound cutting through air when he'd expertly move it with his fingertips.

A sight of which had glued your eyes onto him. Finding his stupor rather mesmerizing than usual. His concentration had not been a rare sight for you, especially when you had caught glimpses of the many nights he'd spend alone in the training room.

But being this close. Seeing the joy nipping at his face. Somehow it makes your heart flutter strangely. And you had to shake your head to snap yourself out of admiration for the man. Suddenly focusing your attention back to blade one which vyed for his approval.

“So, do you like it?”

Soshiro had hummed. The usual grin on his lips remained unphased despite the giddiness in his chest. “Mmm...I ‘spose it's subpar at best.”

“Excuse me? Rude.” He laughs at your comment. And he puts the blade back in its holder. Already placing it on the back of his waist, right where it belonged.

“I'm kidding.” He spoke immediately after. A laugh bellowing from his abs. Though your scrunched nose had made it difficult for you to believe his immediate reply.

“No, I'm serious. You've outdone yourself sweetheart. Never seen a sword this sharp before..” He looks you over, admiring the easy smile on your face. That and the nickname seems to have made your cheeks flare up in surprise.

And he had to remind himself to engrave that very image of you on the back of his mind. Fearing that he may never get to see such a sight again.

“Well say that first! It's kind of difficult reading your facial expressions, you know?” You huffed. Though the easy laughter of his had remained. And a smile soon replaces your hefty frown.

“Sorry, sorry. Is there a price I hafta pay ya’? You know, for making me such a nice weapon and all that.”

You shrug, scooting your way right in front of him where he could just as easily close the gap between the two of you.

Have your chest pressed up against his, hand gripping the plush of your lower back. Admiring the gentle way you'd likely stare up at him with flamed cheeks. But he stops, already feeling too guilty to indulge himself further. And your reply had been quick enough to distract him from any incoming thoughts that had pushed his mind to try and get closer to you.

“Only your help, when it comes to a few suit upgrades.”

Help huh? He supposes this would be a good excuse to go see you more often. Though the simplicity of such a task was a little more suspicious on your part. And he had an inkling you had a few things in mind that involved more than just that.

But then again. He couldn't exactly read you either. Not completely at least.

Not yet.

“Quite demanding, aren't we?” He nods.

You had rolled your eyes at his teasing.

“You're the one that offered. But fine, be like that.” You had crossed your arms. Already backing away, and you had felt the way he had firmly pulled you back. Hand against your elbow. Making you face him whilst he tilted his head in your direction.

“Now, now..I never said anything about refusing you didn't I?” He chuckles. And the deep rumble makes your stomach churn in small caterpillars. Ready to form butterflies should he continue.

“Wasn't that already implied?” You spoke. Aware of the way his palms had steadied you by the elbows. The hint of warmth against his skin was almost tantalizing to make you lean forward. But before you had the chance to, he let you go. Leaving only an inch of space between the both of you.

“Shh..” His finger had raised itself against your lips. Shushing you before you could make another smart quip at him that was sure to insight another bout of witty banter. One that he knew he'd grown accustomed to in the future.

“I was just messing with ya'” He laughs. Only confirming that he had been hooked indefinitely by you. And he moves his free hand to tug your hair behind your ear.

“Do you, or do you not want to help me?” You had asked incredulously. Already finding his musings rather annoying. But the way he looked at you had your breath caught in your throat.

His gaze, although clouded by the silent promise to himself. Had not seen the way you too had a similar look on your face. And whether or not you had been aware of this promise. It doesn't fail to make your heart pick up its pace. His voice was almost reminiscent of prayer when he spoke your name in a whisper.

“I do want to help.” He spoke slowly. And your eyes flutter closed wondering if his touch would linger for a bit longer. But his fingertips remained curt. Pulling back just as soon as it grazed your skin.

“And how do I know you're being serious?”

“All ya’ have to do is call me. And I’ll Certainly be Yours, if you want me to.”

And he meant it. He was sincere in his intention to get close to you. To help you like you had sworn to him. Use his skill to protect you, should you ever need it.

And somehow, he is reminded of the time his brother had spoken to him long ago. Back when they were kids, dueling with simple bamboo swords back in the peace of their own home. Eating those childhood rice balls in the afterhours of their respective schools.

Soichiro be damned. Because somehow he was correct in his predictions. His words were every bit of a mockery to his craft. And although it was a rare sight to have him be soft in his presence.

Somehow, that was the one time he did so dissolutely.

And now, it looks like he's found someone who needs him. With or without that blade of his.

And this time, there was genuinely no sense of mockery in the way he had met you.

He only hoped he wasn't too late.

[stonesparrow]

DCST HTTYD AU

Once upon a time, the people of Ishigami Village venerated dragons like gods. Now however, they’re considered vicious beasts, stealing livestock and killing innocents. To defend their home against the deadly assault, pretty much every child born into Ishigami is raised as a warrior, skilled with all manner of weaponry and able to recognize different dragon species at a glance.

As a young man who’s recently come of age, 16 year old Chrome is eager to fight, but being weaker and less skilled than the other kids means he’s had a hard time proving his worth. He spends most of his days in the forge as the apprentice to the village blacksmith, Kaseki, reading up on all types of dragons and dreaming up various machines and devices he can use to make up for his limitations.

In particular, Chrome is dead set on slaying the legendary Viridian Glazer, a dragon no one has seen up close and lived to tell the tale, for it has the ability to turn living things to stone both human and animal, with no hope of transforming back. The only other things known about it are that it rarely ever comes with the regular raids, and its attacks always come with a bright green flash of light, hence its name. 

But nothing is as it seems, and when Chrome’s dreams finally come true, he has to contend with the truth of his world and what it means to be a man, or a beast. 

CHARACTERS:

Chrome: having been orphaned by dragons, he’s determined to become a legendary dragon slayer 

Kokuyo: the village chief and a stalwart warrior who doesn’t approve of Chrome’s obsession with gadetry  

Ruri: the village priestess who isn’t allowed to do any fighting because of how important her job is, and also because she was injured in a dragon attack at a young age. However, she seems more inclined to think of dragons as animals rather than mindless beasts. 

Kohaku: A hot-blooded and capable dragonslayer in the making who like her father has a hard time viewing dragons as anything but violent monsters 

Kaseki: the blacksmith Chrome is apprenticed to, used to be a strong warrior in his youth

Senku: yes, he is the dragon. Viridian Glazers are white with green accents and crimson eyes. They have the unique ability to turn people and animals to stone with their mouth beams, but Senku shows Chrome that he’s perfectly capable of reviving statues with a special secretion from his throat—Chrome realizes this makes sense, since otherwise how would Viridian Glazers eat their prey? He’s also not the one that Kokuyo’s generation knows—that was his mother, who died a long time ago, and Senku himself has never actually harmed any humans. Chrome names Senku “thousand skies” after seeing the sky reflected like rainbows in his pearly white scales. He has the temperament of a particularly mischievous cat.

Yuzuriha: a Golden Sky Weaver dragon with the ability to create cloud webs that trap prey and the temperament of a sweet but still shrewd cat. She ends up bonding with Ruri and becoming her dragon partner.

Taiju: a Muddy Gnarlthorn dragon with immense physical strength and the temperament of a golden retriever. Becomes Kohaku’s partner, and Chrome makes fun of her for naming her dragon “Big Tree.” 

[legallybrunettedotcom]

BUFFY READING LIST

As promised @possession1981 and I have compiled a list of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (and Angel) related academic text and books. I think this is a good starting point for both a long time fan and for someone just getting into the show, or just someone interested in vampire lore. I have included several books about the vampire lore and myth in general as well. Most of these are available online.

BOOKS

Fighting the Forces: What's at Stake in Buffy the Vampire Slayer; edited by Rhonda V. Wilcox & David Lavery

Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Philosophy - Fear and Trembling in Sunnydale by James B. South

Buffy Goes Dark: Essays on the Final Two Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on Television, edited by Lynne Y. Edwards, Elizabeth L. Rambo & James B. South

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Myth, Metaphor and Morality by Mark Field

Televised Morality: The Case of Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Gregory Stevenson

Undead TV: Essays on Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Elana Levine

The Aesthetics of Culture in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Matthew Pateman

Girls Who Bite Back: Witches, Mutants, Slayers and Freaks by Emily Pohl-Weary

Why Buffy Matters: The Art of Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Ronda Wilcox

Into Every Generation a Slayer Is Born: How Buffy Staked Our Hearts by Evan Ross Katz

The Lure of the Vampire: Gender, Fiction, and Fandom from Bram Stoker to Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Milly Williamson

Blood Relations: Chosen Families in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel by Jes Battis

Sex and the Slayer: A Gender Studies Primer for the Buffy Fan by Lorna Jowett

Diseases of the Head: Essays on the Horrors of Speculative Philosophy; edited by Matt Rosen (chapter 2 Death of Horror)

Public Privates: Feminist Geographies of Mediated Spaces by Marcia R. England (chapter 1 Welcome to the Hellmouth: Paradoxical Spaces in Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Open Graves, Open Minds: Representations of Vampires and the Undead From the Enlightenment to the Present Day; edited by Sam George and Bill Hughes (chapter 8 ‘I feel strong. I feel different’: transformations, vampires and language in Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

The Contemporary Television Series; edited by Michael Hammond and Lucy Mazdon (chapter 9 Television, Horror and Everyday Life in Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Joss Whedon and Race: Critical Essays; edited by Mary Ellen Iatropoulos and Lowery A. Woodall III

Buffy and the Heroine's Journey: Vampire Slayer as Feminine Chosen One by Valerie Estelle Frankel

The Existential Joss Whedon: Evil and Human Freedom in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Firefly and Serenity by J. Michael Richardson and J. Douglas Rabb

Buffy the Vampire Slayer 20 Years of Slaying: The Watcher's Guide Authorized by Christopher Golden

Reading the Vampire Slayer: The Complete, Unofficial Guide to 'Buffy' and 'Angel' by Roz Kaveney

Hollywood Vampire: The Unnoficial Guide to Angel by Keith Topping

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Monster Book by Christopher Golden

Slayer Slang: A Buffy the Vampire Slayer Lexicon by Michael Adams

What Would Buffy Do? The Vampire Slayer as Spiritual Guide by Jana Riess

ARTICLES, PAPERS ETC.

Bibliographic Good vs. Evil in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by GraceAnne A. DeCandido

Undead Letters: Searches and Researches in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by William Wandless

Weaponised information: The role of information and metaphor in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Jacob Ericson

Buffy, Dark Romance and Female Horror Fans by Lorna Jowett

My Vampire Boyfriend: Postfeminism, "Perfect" Masculinity, and the Contemporary Appeal of Paranormal Romance by Ananya Mukherjea

Buffy, The Vampire Slayer as Spectacular Allegory: A Diagnostic Critique by Douglas Kellner

"Buffy the Vampire Slayer": Technology, Mysticism, and the Constructed Body by Sara Raffel

When Horror Becomes Human: Living Conditions in "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" by Jeroen Gerrits

Post-Vampire: The Politics of Drinking Humans and Animals in "Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Twilight", and "True Blood" by Laura Wright

Cops, Teachers, and Vampire Slayers: Buffy as Street-Level Bureaucrat by Andrea E. Mayo

"Not Like Other Men"?: The Vampire Body in Joss Whedon's "Angel" by Lorna Jowett

Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the Domestic Church: Revisioning Family and the Common Good by Reid B. Locklin

“Buffy vs. Dracula”’s Use of Count Famous (Not drawing “crazy conclusions about the unholy prince”) by Tara Elliott

A Little Less Ritual and a Little More Fun: The Modern Vampire in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Stacey Abbott

Undressing the Vampire: An Investigation of the Fashion of Sunnydale’s Vampires by Robbie Dale

"And Yet": The Limits of Buffy Feminism by Renee St. Louis & Miriam Riggs

Meet the Cullens: Family, Romance and Female Agency in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Twilight by Kirsten Stevens

Bliss and Time: Death, Drugs, and Posthumanism in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Rob Cover

That Girl: Bella, Buffy, and the Feminist Ethics of Choice in Twilight and Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Catherine Coker

A Slayer Comes to Town: An Essay on Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Scott Westerfeld 

Undead Objects of a “Queer Gaze” : A Visual Approach to Buffy’s Vampires Using Lacan’s Extended RSI Model by Marcus Recht

When You Kiss Me, I Want to Die: Gothic Relationships and Identity on Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Ananya Mukherjeea

Necrophilia and SM: The Deviant Side of Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Terry L. Spaise

Queering the Bitch: Spike, Transgression and Erotic Empowerment by Dee Amy-Chinn

“I Want To Be A Macho Man”: Examining Rape Culture, Adolescent Female Sexuality, and the Destabilization of Gender Binaries in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Angelica De Vido

Staking Her Claim: Buffy the Vampire Slayer as Transgressive Woman Warrior by Frances H. Early

Actualizing Abjection: Drusilla, the Whedonversees’ Queen of Queerness by Anthony Stepniak

“Life Isn’t A Story”: Xander, Andrew and Queer Disavowal in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Steven Greenwood

S/He’s a Rebel: The James Dean Trope in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Kathryn Hill

“Once More, with Feeling”: Emotional Self-Discipline in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Gwynnee Kennedy and Jennifer Dworshack-Kinter

“The Hardest Thing in This World Is To Live In It”: Identity and Mental Health in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Alex Fixler

"Love's Bitch But Man Enough to Admit It": Spikes Hybridized Gender by Arwen Spicer

Negotiations After Hegemony: Buffy and Gender by Franklin D. Worrell

Double Trouble: Gothic Shadows and Self-Discovery in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Elizabeth Gilliland

'What If I'm Still There? What If I Never Left That Clinic?': Faërian Drama in Buffy's "Normal Again" by Janet Brennan Croft

Not Gay Enough So You’d Notice: Poaching Fuffy by Jennifer DeRoss

Throwing Like A Slayer: A Phenomenology of Gender Hybridity and Female Resilience in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Debra Jackson

“You Can’t Charge Innocent People for Saving Their Lives!” Work in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Matt Davies

Ambiguity and Sexuality in Buffy the Vampire Slayer: A Sartrean Analysis by Vivien Burr

Imagining the Family: Representations of Alternative Lifestyles in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Vivien Burr and Christine Jarvis

Working-Class Hero? Fighting Neoliberal Precarity in Buffy’s Sixth Season by Michelle Maloney-Mangold

A Corpse by Any Other Name: Romancing the Language of the Body in Mary Shelley's Frankenstein for the Adam Storyline in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Amber P. Hodge

Sensibility Gone Mad: Or, Drusilla, Buffy and the (D)evolution of the Heroine of Sensibility by Claire Knowles

"It's good to be me": Buffy's Resistance to Renaming by Janet Brennan Croft

Death as a Gift in J.R.R. Tolkien’s Work and Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Gaelle Abalea

“All Torment, Trouble, Wonder, and Amazement Inhabits Here": The Vicissitudes of Technology in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by James B. South

Staking Her Colonial Claim: Colonial Discourses, Assimilation, Soul-making, and Ass-kicking in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Jessica Hautsch

“I Run To Death”: Renaissance Sensibilities in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Christine Jarvis

Dressed To Kill: Fashion and Leadership in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Christine Jarvis and Don Adams

Queer Eye Of That Vampire Guy: Spike and the Aesthetics of Camp by Cynthea Masson and Marni Stanley

“Sounds Like Kinky Business To Me”: Subtextual and Textual Representations of Erotic Power in Buffyverse by Lewis Call

“Did Anyone Ever Explain to You What ‘Secret Identity’ Means?”: Race and Displacement in Buffy and Dark Angel  by Cynthia Fuchs

“It’s About Power”: Buffy, Foucault, and the Quest for Self by Julie Sloan Brannon

Why We Love the Monsters: How Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer Wound Up Dating the Enemy by Hilary M. Leon

Why We Can’t Spike Spike?: Moral Themes in Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Richard Greene and Wayne Yuen

Buffy, the Scooby Gang, and Monstrous Authority: BtVS and the Subversion of Authority by Daniel A. Clark & P. Andrew Miller

Are Vampires Evil?: Categorizations of Vampires, and Angelus and Spike as the Immoral and the Amoral by Gert Magnusson

BOOKS ABOUT VAMPIRE LORE AND MYTH IN GENERAL

The Vampire Lectures by Laurence A. Rickels 

Our Vampires, Ourselves by Nina Auerbach

Vampires, Burial, and Death: Folklore and Reality by Paul Barber

The Secret History of Vampires: Their Multiple Forms and Hidden Purposes by Claude Lecouteux

The Vampire Cinema by David Pirie

The Living and the Undead: Slaying Vampires, Exterminating Zombies by Gregory A. Waller

Vampire Forensics: Uncovering the Origins of an Enduring Legend by Mark Jenkins

Slayers and Their Vampires: A Cultural History of Killing the Dead by Bruce A. McClelland

The History and Folklore of Vampires: The Stories and Legends Behind the Mythical Beings by Charles River Editors

Encyclopedia of Vampire Mythology by Theresa Bane

Vampires of Lore: Traits and Modern Misconceptions by A. P. Sylvia

The Vampire: A New History by Nick Groom

Vampyres: Genesis and Resurrection: from Count Dracula to Vampirella by Christopher Frayling

Race in the Vampire Narrative by U. Melissa Anyiwo

Vampires, Race, and Transnational Hollywoods by Dale Hudson

[nnoragamis]

rewatching the gmg arc and i just got to the episode where the eclipse project is introduced, and i'm just thinking to myself…man, if the royal family had somehow gone ahead with their plan and actually managed to go back in time and kill zeref, they would have effectively nuked any opportunity of standing a chance against acnologia in the future—given zeref's heavy involvement in every single factor that led to acnologia's eventual defeat. zeref designed the eclipse gate to begin with, and the dragon slayers are only in the present era because of him—which enabled igneel to be here and significantly weaken acnologia before he died—anna traveled through the portal and came up with a strategy to entrap and beat acnologia—if anna had remained in her own era, there's no telling what kind of ripple effect that would have had on her lineage, and lucy might've never been born—so she wouldn't have been around to cast fairy sphere—even if lucy was somehow born anyway, fairy sphere itself would likely not exist because zeref was the one to teach mavis magic to begin with and she contributed significantly to the development of magic in fiore in general. again, no dragon slayers around to face off against acnologia when he eventually shows up to wipe out humanity. there's zero defense against him. all of this to say, i guess, that fiore is ruled by a bunch of fucking dumbasses, holy shit

[captainuranium543]

Laxus erza and natsu rambling

In my head growing up laxus held somewhat of a grudge against natsu and erza and it was entirely his father's fault.

For natsu, I think the grudge stemmed a lot from jealousy. Natsu is a natural born dragon slayer, an extremely rare and powerful magic. As soon as he arrived everyone was marveling at how amazing it was that he wielded such a rare magic type and that it was an actual dragon that taught him. Laxus is also a dragon slayer, the difference is that he had to go through an insanely traumatic experience to gain even a fraction of what natsu got for free just by being born.

Not to mention I think Ivan definitely compared the two of them as a way of putting laxus down. After all, the only reason that laxus had to go through the lacrima implant in the first place was because (from Ivan's pov) he was born too weak to deserve to be in the guild, how could he ever compare to a boy who has it all naturally at such a young age. At this point where he still respects his father and buys into all his ideas of being strong that was a slap to the face.

I don't think he was actively antagonistic towards natsu so much as very cold and dismissive to him. generally just treating him as beneath him which we kinda see in the thunder Palace arc.

Meanwhile for erza, it was the exact opposite problem. Where natsu entered the guild as basically a magical prodigy, erza was a complete mess. She was severely malnourished, in terrible condition physically and most importantly had no magical training to speak of. For laxus at the time (who as I said before was still buying into his dad's bullshit) she was the very definition of a weakling, and yet the master still let her join.

Ivan was pissed when she joined and tried really hard to get her expelled which influenced laxus heavily. In his mind at the time, only the strong deserved a place in the guild. I mean, why should she be allowed in with no power to speak of when he had to go through hell to be deserving of his place? How is the guild going to be strong if they let in every random kid off the street?

That's also why I think later down the line he was so quick to diminish her despite the fact she was an s class wizard. Until after the Thunder Palace arc he refused to see her as anything more than a weak little kid who didn't belong here.

[buffonia]

“Into every generation a slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. She is the Slayer.”

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hello Tumblr Peeps👋😃 While have thought about writing this for a while, even tough I wasn't 100% sure, if I was gonna make it happen, I decided to finally write about a Demon (in particular) from Demon Slayer (aka, Kimetsu No Yaiba)...

*This fanfic will mention cis (who are assigned female at birth (Afab) who identify as a woman) and trans women🍡 Ofcourse this fanfic will contain atleast 1 long paragraph...

🌕🏀Akaza's Offer🏀🌕(Akaza x Female Reader)

Genres: Undecided (Warning ⚠️: Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Blood and Gore, Mentions of Harassment, and language)

You have been going into the forest every night to pick some berries, even tough people in the village (especially your family) were quite upset that you keep berry picking at night time. One morning when you came back from berry picking, one of the villagers scolded you harshly as the villager yelled, "Don't you ever listen to us, (Female Reader Name)! Why do you even go out at night, just to pick any type of berries that you want to pick?! We keep telling you that there are demons that come out at night that kill people, especially woman and children! Keep that up you're going to end up wishing you never went berry picking at night after any demon gets done with you!". You then replied, "Whatever! I'm not scared of anything! I'm especially not afraid of any demons, that are here at night! Berry picking relaxes me! And the lady I checked I'm (any age that's 18 years old and over) And besides, even if I turn into a demon or a demon does kill me, who would miss me, besides you!".

The villager than shouted, "Aside from me, I'm sure your family would! You should be grateful your parents gave birth to you, young lady!", before the villager went back inside the house to do some chores. You then mumbled under your breath, "Since when did I ask my parents to give birth to me? Has anyone ever asked to be born in the history of humanity? All my family misses me for is for me to repress my true self and for me to not be anything that they don't want me to be!", before you decided to go berry picking, earlier than usual, just to find some peace and quiet from your entire village, in general.

You were so happy that you went berry picking earlier than you usually do. Infact you were wishing inside your head that you would be earlier with berry picking more often. Having some alone time is definitely your kind of way to have some harmony. And with berry picking being your most favorite activity, it adds to your happiness.

When night time came, the full moon was out, and you're still berry picking. You heard noises in the bushes, you looked at the bushes that there was movement in and you were just unphased, as you continued berry picking. Minutes later you went to look at the same bushes that sudden moves were made in, you noticed a demon coming out of the bushes with bright pink hair, with markings on his face (that makes his face look similar as a basketball), neck, chest, torso, stomach, and waist, with yellow eyes with blue sclera and pink eyelashes and unusual pupils, while wearing a what appears to be a short, sleeveless dark purple-pink haori that looks like it was cut off where his waist was with his chest exposed, and a pair of white baggy pants.

"I found a woman this time? Listen, lady! Don't you know that there are demons out there that kill people, mainly woman and children? You shouldn't be out there at night! And I'm a demon, myself!", the demon complained out of concern. You then commented, "First of all, I'm not afraid of the danger that could happen to me! And second, if you're a demon, yourself and demons eat mainly woman and children, howcome you're not attacking me and eating my blood and organs then?". The demon who got annoyed with your comment, then answered, "It's because it's not on my nature to kill woman! I don't eat woman that way! I don't care, if you're a cis woman nor a trans woman, I refuse to harm any woman, no matter what type of woman they are!", before he continued, "My name's Akaza, by the way! And why are you even in the forest at night, especially during full moon, knowing there could be a demon out there? You realize that another demon was out there would have killed you on the spot, in my presence or not, right?", as if he's giving you the warning to leave the forest, while you can and not to come back at night time again.

"So what, if a demon does plan on killing me? It's better than dealing with people in my village! Don't get me wrong, aside from that one villager (caring villager's name), it seems like you're someone who cares despite of you being a demon, it's just that everyone else I had ever knew act like they care or believe they care, when really, everyone else just wants fund every reason to scold me and make me close up with my true self, only acting like they care, even though I get the impression that they don't and I feel like I'm an outcast of my village honestly... As you can tell, I don't have many friends! And besides, berry picking is the only way I can get peace and quiet, plus I won't have to hear complaints non stop!", you responded. Akaza was surprised about your lack of concern with his warnings about demons being the reason to leave, as he acknowledged, "I see... You're a loner most part, I take it?". You replied, "Ofcourse I am... Besides it's better that I go berry picking, regardless if it's the dark or not, than to risk loosing my cool and getting in a fight with someone, because they got on my last nerve and provoke me... I don't need to risk beating the shit out of some jerk for messing with me, by being an asshole to me!", before laughing a few seconds, then you continued, "Anyways, my name's, (Female Reader Name)... It's a pleasure meeting you, Akaza!".

While Akaza was watching you continue to pick berries, he asked about if you had ever gotten into any fights before, which you admitted having a few incidents about beating someone to a bloody pulp for being jerks and bullies, so after the last fight you had, you nearly killed a man, because the man wouldn't stop harassing you and he tried to hit you first. You even told him that even.if the man started it you, still got in trouble for it to the point you got the worse scolding of your life (especially from your family) and the only one who was on your side was (caring villager's name), which was when you decided to make some time to pick berries, considering you love eating berries, it became the only way for you to have any privacy, and you pretty much rather keep out of trouble. After you told him about this part of your life, he felt bad for you and gets why you feel the way you do, he also became impressed with the way you talk about your fighting skills, which gives him an idea that will change your life forever.

"Hey, (Female Reader Name)! Since I'm starting to know why you feel that way about your village and it seems like most of the people in that village likes treating you like they think of you, as trash, considering you're a tough cookie, there's something I would like to offer you!", Akaza mentioned. You then replied, "What's the offer, then? I'm listening...". "You see, demons like myself can turn humans into demons... Yes, demons like me, kill humans like you... The thing is demons can also turn humans into demons, just as well... There's more to becoming demons then just killing another human... Infact demons can fight other demons, too... Especially while they're training... Obviously, you stay a demon for all eternity, so there's no way in hell, you would be able to turn back into a human and you would very likely have to avoid sunlight, as a demon... You'll be able to get stronger, gain abilities, especially your own demon art, choose anyone to kill, eat, or even turn into another demon... I will even introduce you to Muzan, if you accept my offer to let me turn you into a demon... I usually would have to kill those who refuse my offer, but in your case I will spare your life regardless, if you take my offer or not... Also as much as I would hate to have human friends, maybe we could become friends forever... Not just because you're a woman! It's also, because it seems like there's something we could bond over, if I'm being honest... So, would you like become a demon?", he offered.

You thought about it for a couple minutes before you answered, "Well, Akaza... While it would suck I wouldn't be able to go berry picking, as much when I no longer will be a human anymore, it sure does sound like, I'm going to get treated much better by demon, if I turned into a demon, than I had ever been treated my whole damn life... I'm done with this shitty village! I accept your offer, Akaza! Turn me into a demon, before I change my mind when the sun goes up! I really can't stand my village!". Akaza then, gladly, took you to the Infinity Castle, which, if Akaza was being honest, he was excited about what Muzan would say, but he's also a little secretary frightened for what might happen you, if Muzan doesn't approve. Once the both of you went inside the Infinity Castle, Akaza letted you know to let him do the talking with Muzan.

"Hey Muzan! This woman is quite a fighter just like me! She has beaten people to a bloody pulp and hates most of the people in her village! I will even let you see for yourself what she's capable of!", Akaza explained. "So, this must be the human that you were telling me about...", Muzan responded by looking at you, before he continued, "You must be the lady who nearly killed the man who wouldn't leave you be! I've been watching you more, than Akaza actually believes that I have... I want to see you rise above your true potential! You see, I was the one who sent Akaza to the forest, even though I never told him the reason... So I approve of you being a demon, so I will turn you into another Upper Moon now, (Female Reader Name)...", which surprised Akaza that Muzan watched how your life was and Muzan even confessed the real reason why he sent Akaza to the forest. "So that's what the number on his eyes are for... I will take any ranking, you give me... I'm just glad my life with this shitty village is over...", you responded.

After that night you turned into a demon, especially as Upper Moon (reader picks 4 or 5 or 6), your life has gotten better. Sure, the Demon Slayer corps, including the Hashiras, would try to hunt you down and on occasion a random civilian would be willing to try to decapitate you, however you felt like this is how you wanted to live your life, since you have been more respected, as a demon, than you ever were while you were a human. Even all the other demons who are in the Twelve Kizuki, would even admire your power and your strength, right with your Blood Demon Art, which is why no one fucks with you, while you use it. Although, Akaza does secretly find it hot, when you use your Blood Demon Art for some reason.

While you are okay with working with the other demons of the Twelve Kizuki, you prefer working with, Akaza (who's now your boyfriend), because you really admire on how he fights his opponents and you are grateful that aside from Muzan, Akaza has gotten you out of this toxic village you used to live in, during your life, as a human. Your life, as a demon (in general), is the happiest you had ever been, which both Muzan and (your now boyfriend) Akaza made it possible to get you out of the human life you had dreaded. You somehow, knew accepting Akaza 's offer to become a demon was going to be the best decision you had ever made.

🏀The🌕End🏀

I hope you have fun reading this fanfic about Akaza, Tumblr Peeps🌕🏀This is my first time writing a fanfic about any demon who's from Demon Slayer, aka, Kimetsu No Yaiba... In all honesty, I have this mindset where, if I was to ever write a demon from that particular anime, I would have written about him first, before any of the other demons and I was set on that, which is a big part of why I have written about him the first Demon Slayer (aka, Kimetsu No Yaiba) Demon I had ever written about... I also had felt motivated to finally write an idea out for an "Akaza x Female Reader" fanfic I just wasn't sure when when I first thought of this part of my mindset🤷‍♀️While I'm not big on what he did to Rengoku for anyone who's upset about me writing this fanfic about Akaza, I still prefer him over the other demons in that anime for my own reasons🤔So I like both Rengoku and Akaza... With putting "undecided" with this fanfic, it's my first time of doing that, because I don't know what to choose for a specific genre and I feel there were times I picked out (or may have picked out) incorrect genres for atleast a few fanfics or some fanfics that I have written, so I'm starting to have a fear with picking out the wrong genre and when it comes to the genre parts of any fanfic I write and pick out a genre I thought would fit, but turned out it it didn't fit well, "false advertisement" with the genres was never my intention and I have chosen any wrong genres by mistake trying to pick out a genre🤷‍♀️Yes, I make mistakes, including with picking out genres and I'm trying to avoid any more accidents with picking out incorrect genres... So, if any1 sees me put "Undecided" in the genres, it's because I rather not have people think I did intentionally "false advertise" with the genres, when it was a complete accident with choosing the incorrect genres... I also am trying to be creative with this fanfic about him and trying to get creative in a much better fashion, than with most of the fanfics that I have written about this year (2025), while having with with writing this particular fanfic, as well⭐

[coraniaid]

Of course the boring truth is that (with just a handful of exceptions) the Buffy writers never really take seriously the idea that Buffy is not actually "the" Slayer. They try as much as possible to pretend that Kendra and later Faith simply don't exist when they are not the immediate focus of the current episode or arc.

In fact, they do this so aggressively that the episode immediately after Kendra's first appearance (in the two-parter What's My Line?) starts with Giles's pre-show voiceover solemnly repeating the (just proven false) claim that "in every generation there is a Chosen One … she alone will stand against the vampires" (and after What's My Line?nobody mentions Kendra again until she shows up to die a few episodes later). And so aggresively that, between going to prison in Sanctuary [which happens just before Season 4's The Yoko Factor] and coming back to Sunnydale in Season 7's Dirty Girls, Faith's name is spoken just four times over a run of 63 consecutive episodes (once in Season 4's Restless, twice in Season 5's Checkpoint and once in Season 7's Bring On The Night). In fact they do it to the extent that Faith's very last words in the show are to earnestly ask Buffy what Buffy is going to do now that she's "not the one and only chosen anymore" (something that Buffy has of course never been at any point in the roughly four years Faith has known her, exactly because of the mere existence of Faith herself).

But. Putting that aside for a moment.

Do we think that the monks who turned the Key into a human and sent her to be protected by "the Slayer" knew in advance that there was actually more than one Slayer in the world? Or did they only know to come looking for her in Sunnydale after the fact?

I mean, it doesn't seem like they had much time to prepare after "the abomination" found them, turning the Key into a human seems very much to have been a last minute spur-of-the-moment kind of plan born of desperation as much as anything else, and it's not clear why an order of monks who guarded some mystical glowing green energy for centuries would have spent much time keeping track of the lives of individual vampire slayers (let's face it, even the Watcher's Council didn't ever bother to do that, and some would argue that it is quite literally their only job).

In other words, did the monks actively pick Buffy Summers to look after the Key (and if so, how did they know who she was?) or did they just send the Key to "the" Slayer and get very lucky?

Is there some possible alternate world where one day Faith Lehane wakes up in prison somewhere in California and suddenly remembers that she has an estranged kid sister she hasn't seen in years who lives on the other side of the country?

[doumadono]

Emergency request

Hi Ty for the clarification! I'm in kind of a weird mental spot right now- may I request Akaza and/or Aizetsu reacting to their s/o who's generally composed and lighthearted suddenly start crying during a cuddle session just because she feels so loved? Growing up I didn't get much positive reinforcement or affection that didn't feel obligated. All I've ever wanted was to love someone and be loved myself so every time someone genuinely shows that they appreciate me makes me SO emotional

Thank you so much in advance and for your time

Akaza & Aizetsu with s/o getting emotional during cuddles

A/N: your desire for genuine love is valid, and I hope you find the warmth and connection you deserve. If you ever want to talk or share more, I'm here for you

DEMON SLAYER EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Aizetsu

Aizetsu, normally quiet and insular, is caught off guard when he notices the shift in your demeanor during the cuddle session.

As you bury your face into his chest, your tears staining the fabric of his shirt, he freezes for a moment, not entirely sure how to react to such a display of vulnerability from you.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his tone a mix of concern and curiosity. Aizetsu's blueish eyes soften as he watches you, realizing that your tears aren't borne from pain but from an overwhelming surge of emotions. "Hey, little one, hush. Don't cry. You're making me super sad right now."

You look up at him, your eyes glistening with tears, and manage to crack a small, watery smile. "I just… I've never felt so loved, Aizetsu. It's a lot to take in. Thank you for loving me the way I am..."

Aizetsu's expression softens, and he places a gentle hand on your cheek. "You are loved, more than you can comprehend. It's natural to feel overwhelmed, but don't doubt for a moment that you deserve it."

You sob more, snuggling closer with him.

His fanged grin revealing genuine warmth. "You are cherished," he asserts, his hand now cupping your tear-stained cheek. "Your presence is a rare light. Even if I will never fully comprehend your human feelings, I know that you deserve to be loved."

With a tremor in your voice, you confess shyly, "I've never felt so loved before. It overwhelms me."

The demon smirks softly. "There's no need to hold back, my dearest. Your tears are a testament to the depth of the emotions we share. Let them flow, if this is going to make you feel better. Don't hide the sorrow of any kind in you. That's my role," he reassures, his voice a soothing melody.

As you continue to cuddle, Aizetsu embraces you tighter, occasionally planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. He may not be well-versed in expressing emotions as a demon, but he understands the importance of reassurance and warmth.

Akaza

Akaza, with his rather caring and compassionate nature if it comes to his loved ones, immediately picks up on the shift in your mood. He holds you a little closer, his fingers gently tracing circles on your back.

"What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?" he asks, his voice a soothing melody.

Akaza is patient, allowing you the space to express yourself without any pressure.

Snuggled against his broad, naked chest, you take a deep breath before confessing, "I've never felt this loved before, Akaza. It's overwhelming, but in the best way possible."

Akaza smiles, his yellowish eyes reflecting warmth and understanding. "Love is a powerful emotion, especially when you've yearned for it for so long. Let it wash over you, my dear. You deserve every bit of it."

He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I promise to cherish and protect you. You'll never have to doubt the love you receive. It's genuine, and it's here to stay. As long as I have on this goddamn earth."

You look up at him and sob more. "I'm so scared of loosing you one day."

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, letting you know that vulnerability is not a weakness. "Don't think about that now. I'm resilient. Even for a skilled demon slayer, ending me isn't a simple task. I've been in this world long enough to know how to protect myself."

Throughout the cuddle session, Akaza peppers your face with tender kisses, each one a testament to the affection he holds for you. He revels in the beauty of your vulnerability, understanding that it's a testament to the depth of the connection you share.

[foxtatodreams]

OC Tag Game ✨

Tagged by @whiskeyskin (I enjoyed so much reading about her Shadowcursed Undead Sorlock, Helna), here my first DnD OC and Tav, Shoko. 🌸💚 I’d like to talk about her more often, but I'm really lazy, so I appreciate this kind of game.

With no pressure at all, I tag @tee-dohrnii @skelvron-keiman @miradelletarot @senualothbrok @worfs-glorious-hair (If you've already done it, feel free to tag me! I'll enjoy reading about your tav).

General:

Name: Shoko Alias: None Gender: Cis Woman Age: 28 Spoken Language: Common, Silvan, her Grove language. Sexual Orientation: Straight Occupation: Adventurer (she jokes about having "Cults' slayer" on her CV)

Favorite: 

Colour: Pink and green Entertainment: books, speaking with every animal she meets Pastime: Reading, cooking, solving riddles Food: No one in particular, but she loves fruit and sweets Drink: Green tea - also flavoured

Have They…

Passed University: not university, but she had finished the novice at her grove. Had Sex: Not before Gale. 👀 Had Sex in Public: Nope Gotten Tattoos: She has a floral tattoo on her right cheek, gained for her achievements as druid. Not really a tattoo, but she has also some glowing dryad-like marks on her body. Gotten Piercings: Pierced ears, but she don't wear earrings usually. Gotten Scarred:  No Had a Broken Heart: Not exactly, because she doesn’t remember much about her parents death.

Are They…

A Cuddler: With Gale she is a hopeless cuddler (not in public, though). With her friends, she rarely gives hug, but she adores to receive them. Scared Easily: No, she is usually the one that drives spiders out of the room. But her greatest fear is not being enough for her friends and letting everybody down. Jealous Easily: Not so easily, but it's not a feeling that she is familiar with. Trustworthy: Definitely. She is a natural born leader, even if she usually doesn't want to be and sometimes she is overwhelmed by that.

Family

Sibling(s): Not by blood, but she considers all the druids in her Grove as sisters. Parents: Her parents were archeologists and researchers. They were working in a foreign land, hosted by the Grove, when they died by an evil Cult's hand. From then on Shoko was raised by the druids. Children: Not yet (?) Pets: Does the Owlbear Cub count? 😆 During her travels she was not able to keep any pets, but after settling in Waterdeep, she built a shelter for stray animals in the woods nearby. (Editor's Note: actually, my DnD OC has befriended a Loftus, a cute tiny celestial plant)

[strawberry-milk-bun]

I heard y’all wanted Lore about my beautiful girl here. Hehe I may have went overboard.

Hoshifuru Miya Details:

First name: Hoshifuru

Last name: Miya

Nicknames: Miss Miya, Hoshi, shooting star

Age: 22

Birthday: 12/17/1893

Height: 5’6”

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Title: Celestial pillar

Ranking: Hashira

Breathing style: Celestial/star breathing (Out growth of flame breathing)

Breathing forms:

- 1st form: Solar flare

-2nd form: Crescent moon

-3rd form: Meteor Shower

-4th form: Astroid strike

-5th form: Astrolabe

-Secret technique: Gemini (Only used with Tonfas)

Nirichin blades: bladed Tonfas (best weapon), a Naginata(most commonly used), a katana (rarely used. Typically left at home)

Other weapons: daggers and ninja stars. (Used to nirichin daggers but she kept losing them so she switched to steel)

Mentor: Shinjuro Rengoku (Reluctantly)

Kasugai “crow”: Japanese sparrow hawk named Sora.

Personality: She’s generally pretty reserved, having been raised that was by her family. However she can be extremely stubborn and annoyingly persistent. When in combat she has a flashy and elegant yet reckless fighting style. She’s also extremely versatile and holds the record among the Hashira for mastering the most weapon styles.

Family: Older brother, father, and mother

History:

Hoshifuru was born as the only daughter to the Miya family. Her father ran a dojo that taught an exclusive fighting style using tonfas. Growing up she was quickly expected to take on the womanly roles of the household learning to cook, clean, and basic manners as young as 5 years old. However part of her was always drawn to the dojo and enjoyed watching the men train, wishing she could do so herself. And so she lived her life like that in quite longing until demons attacked her family when she was only ten. A man with fiery hair rescued them and she was captivated by his strong beautiful movements. She wanted to move like that too. No. She needed to. She finally had a dream she could not let go of. She needed to become a demon slayer like the man right before her eyes.

For the next couple weeks she spent every available minute begging her father to let her train in the dojo along with the boys. After some time he eventually gave in, annoyed by her persistence. However he gave her an ultimatum when he agreed, if she did not perform satisfactorily by the time she turned 15 she would be married off to another family and would never practice martial arts again. The young naïve Hoshifuru had to agreed to this excitedly however her father never had any plans to let her win this deal. Regardless of how skilled she became he would never approve.

For the next five years she trained relentlessly, any time she has away from chores was spent training at the dojo. The day she turned 15 her father had her challenge her older brother to show her prowess. Despite defeating him, the strongest student at the dojo, with a practiced ease, her father still declared her performance unsatisfactory. Hoshifuru was crushed. How could that have not been good enough? And then it dawned on her, her father never planned to let her win this challenge. It was all a cruel scheme to put her in her place. That night she ran away and spent time training in the woods until joining the final selection.

After she finally became a demon slayer, she sought out the man who had saved her so many years ago. It took a while to find him considering so many would rather not get involved with the drunken flame hashira. However once she figured out his whereabouts, she was on his doorstep every day begging to be taken on as his disciple. This was also how she met and befriended dear Kyojuro Rengoku. Every time Hoshifuru came by to beg the flame hashira to teach her Kyojuro would invite her in and offer her tea, and then they’d spar in the back yard.

Eventually the old man relented and made her his student, however it was more in name only. His teachings were either lack luster or so extreme she thought she wouldn’t make it to see the next day. She struggled to master the flame breathing style, and instead created a form all her own that meshed what she had learned from Rengoku and the Miya dojo. Approximately a year after joining the corp, she rose to the rank of hashira after defeating over 50 demons.

Despite being a hashira she rarely attended meetings with the rest of the hashira, either busy with a mission or on the other side of Japan, typically it was the latter. However when she did return she would spend as much time with the others as possible, especially Kyojuro after his father retired. She also eventually took on a Tsugoku of her own. A young snappy boy by the name of Yasu Fugimura. However on a mission together, they encountered a powerful demon with the ability to manipulate people’s perceptions. In the haze of the battle Yasu was killed by her own blade, she didn’t even realize until she had killed the real demon, and saw his body.

After this she became more and more reclusive, rarely ever sleeping through the night. Only spending time alone with fellow Hashira out of fear something like that would happen again. She knew if it did occur one of her fellow Hashira would have no problem stopping her before something bad happened. The only times she found herself sleeping peacefully was when completely and utterly exhausted or next to Kyojuro.

[violettathepiratequeen]

March 10th, 2025

Hello there, gentle viewers! On this the 28th anniversary of Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s pilot episode, “Welcome to the Hellmouth,” I am starting the project that I created a tumblr account for in the first place.

Welcome to Buffy Slays, where I’ll be going through all 144 episodes of BtVS over the next twelve months, highlighting as many of the GOOD moments, lines, character choices, worldbuilding moments, etc. etc. from this show (not including the movie, Angel the series, the upcoming reboot, or any comics) as I think people will have the patience to read, haha. I will have something good to say about every single character, and every single episode, and while I’m not saying I can keep out the negativity entirely… this is meant to showcase ONLY the positive elements that came together to create this world beloved by so many for 28 years! I know there are a lot of negative elements to this show as well, and there are plenty of things that rankle me and infuriate me and that I would have done differently if I could. This blog is not intended to sweep any of that under the rug, but is an attempt to not forget that there are a million good qualities about it, too. 

Every view expressed in this series will be my personal opinion, will have a heavy emphasis on Spuffy, and will occasionally be controversial, sometimes extremely so. If you disagree, that’s okay! Of course we're all different and have our own thoughts! I'll be covering a lot of ground, and inevitably there will be something that I really enjoyed that others didn't (but hopefully the opposite will be true too, I'll hit on some things everyone loves!) But I do ask for respect of my beliefs and polite disagreement in the comments, and I will delete anything that isn’t.

I posted my ranking of every episode a couple days ago, as well as the rankings of my top 75 Spuffy moments, which I’ll also include and expand on in this series. And I’ll be having some arbitrary segments in these posts, just because I can, and it’s fun!

I was very late to this show, discovering it for the first time in 2020, and I know there are new people entering this fandom all the time! So, if you're reading along and haven't finished the show, consider this your Spoiler Warning for discussion of future episodes and major plot points in any and all of these posts.

This project has been years in the making, and with all my actual fanfiction writing projects still going on, I don’t anticipate really having the bandwidth to engage in discussions on these posts, or at least not until they’re all done. But obviously comments are very much appreciated anyway; thank you very much for reading and letting me know your thoughts!

So, here we go! 

Season 1, Episode 1, “Welcome to the Hellmouth.”

Buffy Summers and her mom move to Sunnydale, California, for a fresh start, unaware of the evil lurking in this quiet suburb. Somewhat reluctant in her role as the slayer, Buffy quickly makes friends and enemies at her new school. While also meeting her new "Watcher," Giles, the staid school librarian, her newly assembled team encounters the ever-abundant unearthly creatures in Sunnydale. (Pulled from the BTVS wiki)

Episode Number: #1 Episode Ranking: #65 out of 144. Writer: Joss Whedon

Top 5 Quotes:

“Because you are the Slayer. Into each generation a Slayer is born, one girl in all the world, a Chosen One.” —Giles

“Prepares me for what? For getting kicked out of school? For losing all of my friends? For having to spend all of my time fighting for my life and never getting to tell anyone because I might endanger them? Go ahead! Prepare me.” —Buffy

“Seize the moment, ‘cause, tomorrow you might be dead.” —Buffy

“Oh, me and Buffy go way back, old friends, very close. Then there was that period of estrangement where I think we were both growing as people, but now here we are, like old times, I'm quite moved.” —Xander

“Excuse me, I have to call everyone I have ever met right now.” —Cordelia

How “Welcome to the Hellmouth” Slays:

This show is known for subverting expectations at every turn, and it starts out strong, with having Darla be the vampire in the scenario at the beginning of the episode. I also think it’s so fun that she is just shown as a dumb vampire lackey in the first couple episodes before she’s killed, but oooooh is she gonna have SUCH an arc later on in the Buffyverse! And she’s the first character in the whole show!

The fact that we don’t see the origin of Buffy becoming the Slayer (yet) is a really good move. I just think for what the show is trying to do, it might have been a slower start to watch her get Called, and it’s cooler just to have her already in it, already with it, and already so ready to be done with it.

Principal Flutie! He’s just so quirky and darling and trying to be cool, and for someone with only four episodes, he holds a giant space in my heart.

I don’t love mean girls characters, ever, but Cordelia Chase is the exception… and it’s because her first scene is her being nice and helpful to Buffy. Even if her second scene is being awful to Willow, that first impression shows that she is actually a real human, capable of helping others and being charming and making friends, and it paves the way for her redemption arc later.

While not expressly stated in this episode, Buffy makes hints to the fact that she was a popular girl in her old school, and the movie that preceded this backs that up. She struggles to fit in at Sunnydale High, despite meeting and befriending Queen Bee Cordy, but the fact that she can come away from being the Queen Bee herself into someone so humble and down-to-earth is awesome to see. And even though Cordelia is her first friend, Buffy is bothered by the way she talks down to the outcasts, and seeks Willow out, befriending her and being kind to her and subtly assuring her multiple times that it’s okay to demand to be treated decently. Because she doesn’t like to see anyone being bullied.

Giles being SO giddy to meet Buffy, and so excited he gets to be her Watcher! He was my first favorite character on this show, and while now he’s slid down to like fifth place, I’ll never forget how much I loved him, and his relationship with Buffy in this first season.

This. Dialogue. Is just. So. Special. It’s clever, it’s smart, it knows what it’s doing, and isn’t just cheesy words to fill air time like I sometimes feel a lot of shows are!

Buffy having Giles to talk to about all the vampire and Slayer stuff, because really she has no one else, and even if she’s trying to avoid it, honestly, having this parental figure who knows what’s up and is meant to help her is massive. And she doesn’t mention her previous Watcher in this episode, but obviously she had one, because who else would have taught her?

The exchange with Angel, when he says he’s a friend, and she says maybe she doesn’t want one. His response is “I didn’t say I was yours” which just makes me giddy, haha. Because a certain bleached blonde someone in about two seasons will inform them that they’ll never be friends, and that was stated RIGHT in the first episode.

This girl just wants to have fun! I LOVE Buffy going to the Bronze despite not knowing anyone, and trying to have a good time! This trend of her trying to be normal and wanting to have fun and just be a girl will continue for a long, long time, and ahh it’s so sweet to see her here before the world totally crushes her.

Buffy denies very vehemently to Giles that she doesn’t like Angel, despite him not having asked. And I love this because… it’s what Buffy does. She denies her attraction, she pushes her feelings down until they explode out of her. It’s such a telling part of her character, and I’m just… so impressed that it was right there in episode one, haha.

Buffy is actually good at what she does! Despite trying to run away from it, and being super new, and not actually getting into a fight until close to the end, we see she knows what she’s doing. She fights, she quips, she can identify a vampire on sight, and she’s not afraid to go where the danger is. Actually, she IS scared, a little bit, when Luke gets the jump on her, but she keeps her confidence, and her bravery, and she KEEPS TRYING. One of my favorite things about Buffy EVER is the way that she TRIES. It’s so encouraging to me, who has a really, really tough time trying to do anything. She and Spike both, they try so hard and always get back up when they’re knocked down, and I just… need that motivation and inspiration so much.

The fact that vampires turn to dust when you stake them and don’t leave a body is honestly such a good bit of lore. It’s less horrific for Buffy if she doesn’t have to see the dead body, it makes cleanup easier and less gruesome, and since sunlight will burn vampires to ash in most mythologies, makes sense that any way of killing them turns them to dust.

Buffy, Xander, Willow, Cordelia, Giles. The main cast of Season 1. And really, they’re all just… brilliant. They hit their marks, the actors are great at the roles they play, and they all have arcs and personalities not just in this first episode, but over the course of this little 12-episode first season. They pull you in and make you care, right away, and as someone who REALLY struggles with watching something new and identifying with anyone until at least halfway through the season, this is a pretty incredible feat, to make me love everyone in the title sequence in just 45 minutes, haha. 

This is not an exhaustive list, lol, I literally watched these episodes with pen and paper in hand and wrote down every single thing I liked. But these are the highlights for me.

Xander Harris Is A Bro:

Okay, so I am extremely defensive of Xander in a way I know a lot of people aren’t. I see his flaws and know his flaws, but I also see a lot of good in him that I think gets overlooked. I wanted to write a fic incorporating every good, brotherly, heroic, kind thing he does in this show, but uhhhh having a segment in this series instead where I point out his shining moments is way easier, haha.

Jesse is the kind of guy I thought Xander was going to be, the kind that was and sometimes still is portrayed so often in media. Rude, cocky, arrogant, single-minded, puts down his friends, says inappropriate things to girls, and with the emotional range of a teaspoon. But Xander broke the mold, in my opinion. He’s still a teenage boy, and teenage boys are not going to be saints by any means. Especially coming from the household that Xander did. But Xander in contrast to Jesse is sweeter, and softer, and more emotionally aware, if only by a little. He knows how to have girls as just friends, and knows how to make jokes that are actually funny and not just mean-spirited or horny. He has a long, long way to go from this episode, but standing next to Jesse, I could see so much potential in him to have such a strong character!

Xander’s friendship with Willow is really something special. Obviously we’re only talking about the first episode right now, but oh, we’ll be coming back to this. They’ve known each other and been best friends since kindergarten, and even if she has a crush on him, Willow shows in this episode she’s happy just being his best friend. I honestly believe they were each other’s rocks through their childhoods, and they supported each other in every way. They have a teasing camaraderie that no one else they meet in this show will ever be able to come close to, and they will always have known each other before any of the other main characters in this show do. And also when Buffy tells Xander Willow left the Bronze with someone, he’s so proud of her for scoring a guy, haha. 

Xander is clearly attracted to Buffy from the start, but he really doesn’t hit on her at first. His first line, “Can I have you?” was a slip of the tongue he was immediately embarrassed about, and it was while helping her pick up the stuff she’d dropped in the school hallway. He asks about her, wants to get to know her, and believes what she says about vampires and being the Slayer almost instantly. Following her into danger the second he sees it’s real. Into a cemetery at night, into a crypt of vampires. And when Buffy tells him to get out of there, he takes Willow and Jesse with him, freeing Buffy of distractions.

What Makes Buffy the Vampire Slayer a Good Show:

Among many other reasons, I think a huge reason I classify BtVS as a "good" show is that I really just view it as telling the story of Spuffy, from start to finish, and it does so by taking its time and spending the first season just on Buffy's origin before even introducing her endgame love interest lol. And it ends when Spike dies. Stories that take their time to do it right and tell it well just hit different.

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And that’s a wrap on Episode 1! Thank you so much if you made it this far! I don’t have exact posting days, but, with some exceptions, there will be roughly 12 posts a month.

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Next up: “The Harvest.” 

(Credit for GIFs in this post: @detectivedawnsummers)

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Re: bundle of joy - I can't get Sanemi's comment abt how he watched his mom suffer miscarriages at the hand of his father out of my head. What if he saw his mom cry every time she realized she was pregnant again? Like she loved all of her kids, but she knew what their dad would do to them. What if he also helped take care of his mom through her pregnancies and post-partum because his dad never did? I'm just UGH I'm SO SOFT FOR NEMI.

THIS THIS THIS.

Sanemi was the eldest and therefore took on the most responsibility after his mother, and he was a mama’s boy through and through. I think his mother was his single biggest influence. I actually think his early life observing his father’s treatment of his mother plays a huge role in how he approaches Y/N’s pregnancy — and his relationship with her in general.

I imagine that everything he did for Y/N in Bundle of Joy, he learned by helping his mother during her pregnancies. I agree that he probably saw how difficult pregnancy was for his mother (because let’s be real, none of those kids were born from love, and that’s heartbreaking), and has long since promised that if he ever has a child, he will do everything he can for both his kid and their mother. He’s ecstatic at first, but then Y/N says she wants to keep things in the down-low for a bit, and suddenly he’s terrified that he’s done to her what his father did to his mother, and he would rather die than cause her any pain. I think his deepest insecurity is becoming like his father, and while Sanemi can be a hardass and tough, he cannot be anything other than soft for his lover and their children.

I think that after the kid is born (and let’s be real, he is so girl-dad coded), he would take the most parenting inspiration from his mother. Sure, Sanemi is still going to be Sanemi, but both he and Genya idolized their mother. Not only does he love his kid without limit, but I could also see him trying to incorporate her gentle way of parenting, too. He wants his child(ren) to have everything he didn’t when he was growing up, and he will do anything to ensure they get it.

Something that I wish we saw more of in the Sanemi-realm of demon slayer content is more of an understanding of how he treats women in general. I think there’s a tendency to write him along the same lines of how Obanai treats other female slayers apart from Shinobu and Mitsuri, but I’m not sure that’s entirely accurate.

We’re told several times that Sanemi is kind to women, but I don’t think that’s limited to non-Corps women. He observes a lower-ranked female slayer being harassed by M*dea and straight up makes the pig piss himself by yelling so much at him. He doesn’t tolerate any disrespect towards women because Sanemi starts every day by drinking his Respect Women Juice. I’m not saying he’s soft on female slayers, but I think he’s definitely more subdued. He’s not going to level personal/emotional attacks against them because that’s what his father did (along with the physical abuse) and Sanemi hates his father.

Honestly, tempted to explore more of the Bundle of Joy universe — like how Y/N and Sanemi actually meet and get together/their time in their secret relationship, and even as parents. Sanemi doesn’t strike me as someone who sleeps with another without already being emotionally invested in them to some degree, because he doesn’t like to feel as though he’s using them as a means to an end. I would like to write some parallels between Y/N’s pregnancy and his memories of his mothers’ pregnancies and show how they directly influenced him later on. We’ll see!