#start off with a bang

[royaltea000]

[jttw swk oc children] tried out giving them some new clothes but I dunno bout this one… 🤔

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[storminormins]

this image has been living in my brain for a full 24 hours

[abyssalzones]

after a brief hiatus, Ad Astra Per Aspera has a whole new (short) chapter up as of THIS MORNING! >> there won't be a big tumblr post with every page this time (because formatting it would be annoying) so please go check it out on its neocities page! <<

and since I already announced it there: updates should be monthly consistently from now on- barring anything weird coming up in my life, which is always possible.

[cak31ssuperi04]

Kith

[kakushino]

Being a papa is not that bad

Platonic relationship - Giyuu and his daughter

The girl wraps him around her little fingers and never lets go.

Tags: hurt/(comfort), fluff, pregnancy mention, Giyuu being a girl-dad, 3rd person POV (F!Reader as background character), Giyuu being whipped (OOC because he's with his kid c'mon) Word count: 1,4k

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AN: So the age of consent in Japan was 13 til recently (it's 16 now), which is super weird, but I had to check before I wrote this to fit the KNY timeline. This is set in Taisho era so everything is legal, tyvm. Shamisen is a japanese string instrument.

Now have a hurty fluff.

Written for Girl dads collab of @suyacho

Having a child before Muzan was dealt with was not in his cards, at least that's what he had thought… until a tryst with one of the kakushi happened and he was to become a father. It was humiliating - his lack of control - and the guilt he felt towards the kakushi for ruining her for any other future was great, weighing him down more than the mantle of a Pillar.

He hadn’t wanted to marry so young either, but shame would have destroyed him, his shame would have destroyed her - he thought - so he married her on a white January day, her belly round and full with his child- his child!

It was born a week after his eighteenth birthday. He wasn’t there for it. He wasn’t anywhere in the prefecture the Butterfly mansion was in either; he was on the other end of Japan taking care of a demon, while another future ghost to haunt him was being born. 

Giyuu arrived back at the Water estate at the end of March, his wife sleeping beside the baby on a futon. He had only wanted to check if his wife hadn’t burned the house in his absence but the sight struck a cord in him, like a shamisen being plucked by Fate's fingers, playing him to its pleasure and none his own.

The baby was… cute; hair midnight black, tiny hand clinging to its mother’s hand, a picture of perfect innocence that reminded him of the reason why he fought so hard, why he hunted demons for living.

This. All of this.

His eyes focused on his wife; it was still strange to refer to anyone as his. Her eyes had deep bruises under them, indicating a severe lack of sleep, her hair disheveled, and sleeping yukata askew. One of her breasts had a wet spot on it - she must be dripping milk, he realized. 

Giyuu had likely not seen her in a less put-together state and yet, she was pretty. His lips pressed together as he mulled over that thought, silently slipping from the room to bathe and sleep as well. 

They would talk in the morning, he decided.

Giyuu left three days later.

He didn’t get to speak to his wife, because the moment he stepped in to hold his baby for the first time, she gave a sigh of relief and fell asleep right away - sitting up, leaning on one of the columns holding up the roof. How could he wake her, when she was so obviously clinging to the last fraying strands of her sanity? 

He took a seat beside her and stared at his child - his child.

Kocho had left him a message, somehow knowing Giyuu would have no social graces nor time to speak to his wife. It read:

Congratulations, Tomioka-san. Your baby girl was born healthy, and the name picked for her is Shizuku. Treat her well. - Kocho Shinobu

Tomioka Shizuku.

He would treasure her above himself.

Though he promised himself that, Giyuu remained mostly absent from Shizuku’s early life, working overtime to keep his prefecture as demon-free as he could; he even set up a nightly patrol near his residence with Ubuyashiki to keep his flesh and blood safe. 

The times he came home, he spent every waking moment with his child - playing with her, teaching her to call him papa, to say her own name. He drew pictures with her, helped her take her first steps, took her to town on 'adventures'. He was dutiful; no matter the task, if it involved his Shizuku, his child, he would do it.

As she grew up, now nearly three years old, he often took her to the garden, training but making in fun for her - so far, Shizuku liked it the most when he did pushups and she ‘braided’ his hair while sitting on his back. She also loved to watch him practice swordsmanship, absolutely captivated by his movements with the bokken, little mouth hanging open as she sat in the shade of a tree. After his katas, which often earned him an applause for his 'performance', he had a ‘tea party’ under the same tree with her, telling her stories - embellished, of course - about his demon slaying, how he learned total concentration breathing, and other such tales from his life - all wrapped in a fairy tale way. 

Giyuu thought Shizuku took them as just stories.

Until…

He was getting ready to leave - Ubuyashiki had called a Hashira meeting - when he reached for his haori only to find it gone. Frantic, his thoughts went to his wife - did she put it in the laundry? Only, checking the 'dirty' basket, it wasn’t there; checking the line of clothing hanging outside, it wasn’t there.

Where is it?!

A panicked search inside of his estate yielded nothing. He couldn’t even ask his wife because she was in the town - he was set to leave when she returned so there could always be someone in the house for Shizu-

Shizuku!

Where was she? Nowhere inside. The garden? 

Giyuu swiftly made his way to the place he spent most of the time with his daughter. 

Sure enough, Shizuku was there, his haori dwarfing her frame as she tried to replicate his meditation exercises. Relief flooded his chest, a smile overtaking his face as he stepped closer to her. 

“I believe you have something of mine, Shizu-chan,” he said, crouching in front of her, not making any move to take his clothing back. 

The little girl quickly reached behind her for the bokken - which she also stole, he noted - and leaped at him with a mighty battle cry. “I’m the great Wa’er Pillar, demon! It’s you who stole som’thing from me!” 

Acting startled, Giyuu put his everything into making the landing soft for her as he ‘tumbled’ backwards, ‘crying’ out dramatically, “Oh nooo- this foe is too strong for one as puny as I! This must be my end!” His uniform was probably dusty now, but he could shake it out later. 

“Ahahaha! Fear me - and die!” Shizuku had let go of the bokken during their ‘fight’ so she used her tiny fists to beat his chest, laughing and squealing in joy at having bested the ‘demon’. 

Seeing her smile made his departure all the more bittersweet. 

Any day he could die, but this joy would guide him in the moments he breathed.

Giyuu sat up, laying her onto his thighs and tickling her neck, a soft smile still playing on his lips at her adorable face, so much like his own. Blue eyes the same share, black hair in two small braids he had done for her that morning - his daughter. 

“Now that the demon is slayed, the mighty Water Pillar needs to go on to do his job, my little clam. So I will be confiscating the haori you’re wearing,” he told her, tugging the garment off her body easily as it was so big on her, leaving her pouting.

“Do you really need to go?” Her pout was not making it any easier.

Nevertheless, he remained patient and gentle. “I’ll be back soon, so don't worry, Shizu-chan.” Giyuu picked her up with one arm, throwing the haori over his shoulder with his other hand, and carried her to the engawa. Shizuku sat dutifully and let him dust her off. “Besides, you have your mother here.”

He took off his jacket and shook out the dirt, nearly missing her whisper. “But mama is not papa.”

Giyuu put everything together on himself - her soft sniffles nearly clogging his throat with heartbreak - and crouched in front of her, taking her hands in his. “Shizu-chan, do you know what papa is?” 

She nodded, “A pillar.” Tears glistened on her face. 

“Yes, but papa is also brave.” What a big fat lie. “And do you know what Shizu-chan is?”

“Nu-uh.”

He squeezed her hands briefly. “You’re just like papa - a brave warrior. I need you to be brave for me, Shizu-chan. I need you to protect our home while I’m gone. Can you do that for me?”

She wiped her face with one of her sleeves and nodded. “I’ll be like papa and protec’ mama.”

“That’s my girl. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Having a child before Muzan was dealt with was not in his cards, he used to think, but perhaps, being a father was not all that bad.

dividers by the amazing @benkeibear

network: @enchantedforest-network

Part 2 will be focused on Giyuu's relationship with his wife (the mother) when? idk

[cainternn]

respite from the cold

[heartorbit]

im never finishing this ＿|￣|○

[christronomy]

after nap sleepies // bang chan

cw: no warnings for this one. just pure fluff and gn reader. 🫶🏻

how long was it going to take? you asked yourself this question every single day, as you crossed off days on the calendar you never really paid attention to, unless he was gone on a trip for work. this tour was just like any other—months of late night texts and phone calls, coming home from a long day at work to an empty house, just hours and hours of loneliness.

it wasn't the same without him, the house didn't feel as alive. even when you could hear his voice through the phone, it just didn't feel the same. but you always promised him you'd wait for him no matter what. you'd always be one phone call or text away—unless you were taking a nap. which is what you were currently doing.

it was such an exhausting day, so full of things to do, so much socializing, driving around, just so much. your social battery was already on low, and you were too tired to even finish putting the groceries away, as it was much of a lengthier task when you were doing it alone than when he was here to help.

you decided maybe a nap would help you gain some more energy to finish things up, not expecting the tiredness to get to you this much, causing you to sleep well into nighttime. you didn't realize how late it was until your phone woke you up, the constant ringing vibrating in your ears as you groaned in frustration, blindly reaching for it to see who was calling at these ungodly hours.

"channie," you breathed out when you immediately picked up, relief rushing through your veins as you heard his soft "hey, baby," grace your ears. you could only smile and pull the comforter over your face as you squirmed excitedly. "you sound tired. did you have a good day today?" he asked, and you sighed, rolling onto your stomach to get more comfortable. "not sure. i decided to take a nap but now i'm all drowsy," you said, trying your best to fight your clumsy tongue as you spoke and blinking hard in an effort to wake yourself up faster.

chan only chuckled, the sound warming your chest and causing your heart to flutter. he found you so cute when you were like this. "it's the after nap sleepies. they'll go away soon, don't worry," he says, and you smile to yourself, rolling back onto your back and draping an arm over your face, gasping melodramatically.

"oh no, channie! save me from the after nap sleepies, please," you say, smiling at the way you could hear his tiny, muffled squeaks of laughter. "i'll kiss them away when i come back, then," he laughs, practically being able to hear how you're pouting right now, judging by the long silence before your response. he smiles to himself giddily as he pictures you looking at him with that cute grumpy face you make when he denies something as simple as a kiss or hug.

"okay. hurry up and come back home then," you say, your voice laced with sleep, and he hums as if he's lost in thought. "mmm, i'll think about it," he says finally, chuckling softly. you huff in a half-hearted attempt to laugh along with him, but you're quickly overcome by tiredness, no longer able to fight the way your eyelids feel heavier with every passing second. the last thing you hear as you fall into deep sleep was his soft voice, telling you to "take it easy and rest well, baby. i love you. i promise i'll be back home before you know it."

[homehauntsyou]

seven scare tactics of horror x sam winchester

Day One (April 26th): Fusions: your culture, field of study, science, space, favourite music/books, interest, etc, & Sam Winchester

the seven scare tactics from "The Book of Horror: The Anatomy of Fear in Film" by Matt Glasby // 05x03 / 04x21 / 02x21 / 04x21 / 04x22 / 05x04 / 01x01

[egophiliac]

a bunch of assorted episode 7 stuff from the last couple of days! because they're still taking over my entire brain! (I keep forgetting that the diasomnia uniform has that weird spike...chain...thing on the back. do you think when they get bored they, like, throw balloons at each other and whoever pops one first wins? is this what the dialounge is like in the off-hours?)

hey when do we get to see maskless red Lilia. please Twst I'm dying over here

[josephslittledeputy]

I could fuck the crazy out of the recruiter, I just know I could....

[pikasetism]

mod colors a drawing for the first time since the blogs creation

[eomcheong-keun-megi]

When your bro out-babygirls u infront of everyones salad

[usertoxicyaoi]

"Is it unrequited love?"

COSMETIC PLAYLOVER (2024). EPISODE ONE.

[kami-scribbles]

Color Wheel Mass Attack

Hoodwink (@altitudeofalcatraz)

Chalazías (Rokuronashi)

Calixta (@theglizzyhive)

Brisket (@boviboy)

Sapote (@sanchoyoscribbles)

Callow (@mxwormie)

Triton (@cremsie)

Homolupa (@wolvzephyr)

[mo-ok]

happy pride month to the sci-fi yuri trifecta that is Bioman, Changeman, and Flashman