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𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 , 𝘿𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙄𝘾 𝙎𝙊𝙉

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This is simply a drabble that came to mind around two months ago. I'm unsure if I will continue it. Sorry for the post delay , Tumblr was acting up - 🪐

TW: not my usual writing style as it is from a bit ago 🫶🏾 it's an oc but you can imagine yourself as her 🫶🏾

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chapter one : family reunion .

In the pulsating core of the dynamic urban landscape, where the resplendent lights of the red-light district cast an almost supernatural radiance, Muzan Kibutsuji, the Sovereign of Demons, advanced with discreet deliberation. Veiled amidst the intricate fabric of human society, he sought a strategic moment to exploit the captivating guise of a demonic oiran—a skillful agent adept at navigating the shadows while accruing wealth to clandestinely further the ominous cause of seamlessly blending into the populous tapestry.

The sumptuous passageways of the oiran district extended a beckoning invitation, embellished with intricate lanterns that swayed gracefully, diffusing a subdued luminosity upon the walls tinged in crimson hues. Muzan, the paragon of refinement and composure, ambulated through the convoluted maze of corridors with an aura of nonchalant detachment.

The courtesans adorning the promenades, their gaze ablaze with alluring intent, endeavored to ensnare his attention, each one vying for the elusive favor of the enigmatic visitor. However, Muzan's impassive stare persisted, impervious to their seductive overtures, his concentration unwaveringly anchored to a matter of greater urgency.

His heightened senses, finely tuned to the intricate tapestry of fragrances wafting through the air, steered him unerringly towards a specific chamber. The lingering scent within was unmistakable—a fusion of familiarity and foreboding, an olfactory composition that surreptitiously divulged intimations of consanguinity. With each step toward the appointed room, the ambiance thickened, saturated with an unsettling energy, the redolence intensifying in both potency and disquietude.

Before he could traverse the threshold, a courtesan, bedecked in resplendent silk and adorned with meticulously painted patterns, glided towards him with a captivating grace. "Honored guest," she purred, her eyes shimmering akin to pools of liquid chocolate, "Why don't you come visit me in my quarters? I can make it worth your while." Her voice, suffused with seductive mellifluousness, endeavored to enthrall his attention.

Muzan summarily dismissed her with a mere glance, his attention resolute and unwavering. "Your trivial offerings hold no allure for me. Step aside," he commanded, his voice resonating with the gravitas of a myriad shadows.

The courtesan recoiled, her façade momentarily shattered by the callous indifference she encountered. Scowling with vexation, she found herself disconcerted by the rejection, her aspirations of financial gain seemingly thwarted by the man who spurned her allure. As she cast a furtive glance back at him, her eyes widened, and she gasped at the unfolding scene.

"B-but, sir," she stammered, panic flickering in her eyes, "you must not enter that room! The oiran residing within does not take kindly to unannounced patrons. Her presence is not to be trifled with. She—she's unhinged!"

Muzan, the embodiment of arrogance, summarily dismissed her words with a disdainful wave of his hand and smoothly slid open both shoji doors. The room unveiled beyond was immersed in an unsettling quietude, a conspicuous divergence from the tumultuous noise resonating from the surroundings.

Shattered glass and strewn fragments of various objects adorned the space, forming a chaotic tapestry that laid bare the unbridled disposition of its inhabitant. Surveying the disarray, Muzan arched an eyebrow, seemingly comprehending the courtesan's forewarning about the oiran's unstable nature. However, his countenance remained unruffled, displaying an unaffected demeanor.

As Muzan attentively surveyed the disarray, the door swung closed behind him, enclosing him within the mysterious chamber's confines. The atmosphere burgeoned with an oppressive energy, and the previously discernible scent that had served as his guide now intensified, enveloping him more potently. The fragrance became increasingly robust, and from the opposite side of the sealed door, the muffled sounds of courtesans scrambling, squirming, and hastily retreating permeated the air, leaving an uneasy anticipation lingering in its wake.

Suddenly, he felt it—a presence looming directly behind him, and a familiar awareness washed over him like a chilling realization. The veins on his forehead and forearms pulsated, agitated in a luminous display of mounting rage, for he unequivocally recognized the identity of the entity now in close proximity.

"Angry, are we?" The figure positioned behind him taunted, a mocking chuckle escaping at the expense of Muzan's seething fury. Muzan maintained a stoic silence, refraining from uttering a single word. The presence continued its taunts with a sardonic tone, "You remain a disobedient one after all these years, persistently deaf to warnings Didn't that charming girl tell you to leave this room alone?"

Glancing over his shoulder, Muzan fixed his gaze upon the imposing figure that towered above him, draped in silken garments that appeared to waltz with the shadows—predominantly ruby and obsidian black. The woman's countenance remained enshrouded behind an elaborate mask, an intricate veil of darkness that concealed the true essence of her being, until she took another deliberate step closer to him

 As the lone light source in the room faintly illuminated her face, he locked eyes with her, scrutinizing her long black hair, eyes tinted a plum-red, pupils resembling the slits of a feline, and an aura of malevolence that matched the ominous reputation that preceded her. The woman, whose malevolence surpassed even his own, stood in his presence, a twisted smile playing upon her lips.

The malevolent curve of her smile metamorphosed into a saccharine expression as she enveloped him in an unexpected embrace from behind. Muzan, though internally vexed, made no attempt to resist. "Aren't you such a magnificent young man, aging handsomely, hm?" she teased with a girlish giggle, provoking a reluctant turn of his head in an enduring state of disdain, ruing the moment he stepped into her room.

In a sudden shift, she seized his chin, compelling him to meet her gaze. The ostensibly sweet smile persisted, but a belligerent glint gleamed in her eyes. "Hug me back," she demanded, her tone betraying a subtle hostility. Muzan, unyielding in his disposition, refused compliance. Unhurriedly, the tip of her thumbnail began to press into his jaw, and a sigh of frustration escaped him as he witnessed his own blood slowly seeping forth.

To mollify the woman, he begrudgingly reciprocated the embrace. In that instant, all traces of hostility evaporated from her form, replaced by jubilant giggles as she reveled in the compelled intimacy.

Relinquishing the embrace, she delicately placed her hands on Muzan's cheeks, a playful tease dancing in her eyes. "Not even going to offer a proper greeting?" she chided, to which Muzan responded with a begrudging grunt of annoyance. "Greetings," he muttered, hoping to conclude the formality swiftly. However, she refused to accept his curt acknowledgment, maintaining a radiant smile as she peered down at him.

"Naughty boy," she cooed, her tone honeyed but with a subtle undertone of authority, "always forgetting how to greet your elders. Greet me again, and this time, do it properly." She sweetly demanded, her insistence compelling Muzan to comply. Slowly withdrawing from her embrace, he took a step back and executed a half-bow. However, it wasn't to her satisfaction.

Unperturbed, she extended her hand towards his head, a gesture that forcefully guided it downwards, ensuring his bow assumed a deeper reverence. With meticulous attention to detail, she sought the utmost respect. Muzan, yielding to her unspoken demand, muttered,

"Greetings, 

mother."

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𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗢 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗦

└───❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚┘

🕷 Muzan does not like his mother.

🕷 Muzan's mother, Akuryō Kyūsai's, name means Evil Spirit's Salvation.

🕷 Akuryō has a twisted way of loving Muzan. Like the love a mad scientist has for their creation.

[2qties]

yo ass is NOT invited to my shinazugawa brother's themed birthday party.

"an empty grave and praying to a body that is not buried"

felt cute!!! might cry myself to sleep later!!!!!!!!

thinking about tanjiro watching sanemi fall into alcoholism after genya’s death and how gut churningly guiltly he would feel

thinking about nezuko avoiding sanemi at all costs because everytime she smiles at him, his face drops and his eyes get empty, and she can’t bare to be the cause of it anymore

thinking about giyuu having to clean and rebandage sanemi’s missing fingers because he refuses to do it himself, knowing those were the fingers he attempted to blind genya with

thinking about tengen showing sanemi the burial site of his own siblings, because he needs his friend to know he’s not alone in his grief

thinking about sanemi kneeling at an empty grave and praying to a body that is not buried

[2qties]

❝𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙈𝙔 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇'𝙎 𝘿𝘼𝙔❞

MODERN AU! UPPERMOONS X READER

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🪐: making this at 11:35 pm, can't let the gang know i was busy sobbing cs i ain't got no one. girlfriend day special for the big 3 moons modern au🙏🏾 love yall fr

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kokushibo 🌜

- sophisticated lover boy , he knows when to love and when to be professional regarding you .

- that doesn't mean he won't participate in this day .

for girlfriend's day, kokushibo planned a special and intimate activity for the two of you: a pottery class. the studio was warm and cozy, filled with the earthy scent of clay and the soft hum of spinning wheels. together, you spent the afternoon shaping and molding the clay, laughing and chatting as you worked on your individual pieces.

as the final hour approached, kokushibo gently guided you onto his lap. with his strong arms wrapped around you, the two of you began working on a single pot together. his hands over yours, you both guided the clay into shape, creating something unique and beautiful.

with a tender smile, kokushibo leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your neck before humming a gentle tune against your skin. "it's not much," he murmured, his voice a comforting rumble in your ear, "but i wanted to do something meaningful with you. we could paint these together later and put your favorite flowers in them."

his words, filled with warmth and sincerity, made your heart flutter. he held you close, the moment filled with love and connection. "you're very dear to me, darling," he continued, his lips brushing against your ear, "i love you."

in that quiet, shared space, surrounded by the fruits of your labor and the promise of more cherished moments to come, you felt the depth of kokushibo's affection. the day, filled with laughter, creativity, and tender gestures, became a beautiful memory that you would both treasure for years to come.

doma 🌈

- the most cheerful uppermoon of all cannot be caught not pampering his sweetheart on a day just for her !

- an adventurous day awaits between the both of you!

for girlfriend's day, doma planned a delightful movie marathon for the two of you. his cheerful nature set the perfect tone for a cozy day indoors. the living room was transformed into a snug haven, with blankets, pillows, and your favorite snacks spread out invitingly.

as the first movie started, doma cuddled up beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. his laughter was infectious, and he made funny comments throughout the films, keeping you entertained and smiling. his joy was palpable, making the experience even more enjoyable.

as the movie marathon continued, doma's playful and affectionate demeanor made every moment feel special. he would occasionally lean in to plant a kiss on your forehead or whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his warmth and love evident in every gesture.

during a brief intermission, doma surprised you with a homemade treat he had prepared earlier. "you like it, don't you," he said with a grin, "who wouldn't? agh, i'm treating you so well." his eyes sparkled with excitement as he handed you a plate of your favorite snacks, carefully arranged.

"i hope you liked today, sweetheart," he said softly during one of the quieter moments, his eyes filled with affection. "i love you sooooo much!" his words, combined with his cheerful spirit, made your heart swell with happiness.

the day flew by in a blur of laughter, snuggles, and shared enjoyment of your favorite movies. with doma by your side, every film seemed more vibrant, every moment more precious. the movie marathon was a perfect celebration of your love, filled with joy and the deep connection you shared.

"we're gonna be doing this more."

akaza 🏀

- the strong yet seemingly shy on dates uppermoon has arrived!

- whatever could he have planned?

for girlfriend's day, akaza planned a sweet picnic date for the two of you. he chose a serene spot in the park, under the shade of a large tree, and set up a cozy blanket with an assortment of your favorite foods. despite his shy nature and wariness about things going wrong, he put on a brave face for you, wanting the day to be perfect.

as you both sat down to enjoy the meal, akaza seemed more at ease, his gentle smile reassuring you. you chatted and laughed, savoring the delicious food and the beautiful weather. his efforts to make the day special warmed your heart.

however, as fate would have it, something did go wrong. a sudden gust of wind knocked over the drinks, spilling them onto the food. akaza's face fell, and his composure cracked. he started cussing himself, visibly upset and frustrated.

you quickly wrapped your arms around him in a comforting hug. "it's okay," you whispered, holding him tightly. at first, he resisted, still angry with himself, but gradually, he melted into your embrace. he laid his head on your shoulder, his breathing slowly calming as he took comfort in your presence.

in the quiet moment that followed, akaza muttered softly, "you always know how to make things better. i love you."

his vulnerability touched you deeply, and you gently stroked his hair, reassuring him with your silent support. the picnic might not have gone perfectly, but in that moment, the love and connection between you felt stronger than ever. the hiccup in your plans became just another cherished memory, a testament to your bond and the way you always found comfort in each other.

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🪐: finished at 11:59 pm i ate 🙏🏾 once again, happy girlfriend's day. don't hesitate to hmu for a request. love yall

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[2qties]

❝𝘼 𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙇𝙔 𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙀❞

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In which water pillar, Tomioka Giyū, faces the death of his lover and wishes to cling onto them physically in his hardest moments yet cannot.

🪐 : here's my first attempt at angst as someone who only mainly writes fluff !!!!! tell me how i do 😋🗣️‼️day 3 of no wifi , gotta keep y'all updated!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️issa Sunday and da library closes at 6 pm 2day and im pulling up at like 3 pm cs it opens and 10 and yk i can't pull up looking like a clueless nobody ya know ya know 😋 i ain't sleep all of last night idk why and my bby bro aint sleep either so all im hearing is his loud ahh babbling 👻 but anyway daddy TJ gotta keep pumpin cs i can't have yall thinking i died fr 🐺

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how long has it been since you passed?

he hasn't forgotten. six weeks ago. in the cold. when the universe decided to take you away from him. the one time he had something of his own, something that he felt would last.. it was selfishly taken from him.

he didn't think the wound was that bad, he thought you'd make it. but he was so wrong. before he even reached the butterfly estate, you were limp, cold and dead in his shaking arms.

how foolish he was to get so attached to someone in a time like this. someone who wasn't of his caliber, someone who hadn't gone up against what he was fighting each night… someone weak.

how foolish he was to fall in love.

was it how you said his name? was it how you welcomed him when no one else would? what was it that was so appealing? maybe it was your smile, beaming solely at him in a way that could never be replicated. maybe it was your hands, holding him as if he was fragile to the touch.

maybe it was your eyes, looking at him as if there was something worth looking at.

and now that it was all gone, what would happen now? in life, you lose some and you win some. but what would he do? he didn't want to lose you.

what could replace you after you showed him what it meant to be loved? you showed him more, how could he settle for less? he'd ask himself.

yet what he truly meant was how could he settle for anything that wasn't you?

he doesn't want to settle for anything that wasn't you.

each end of the week, he'd visit your grave. this evening, it was cold and raining. the wisteria incense around your grave had died down due to the pouring rain. he'd figure out some way to keep it from dying, no matter the disaster.

he didn't want the same creatures who had killed you to step anywhere near you. if he couldn't protect you when you were alive, he'd protect you in death.

he gently placed flowers onto your bed of eternal slumber, watching the rain pitter and patter over them.

“maybe, just maybe, the nature will reclaim you and you'll sleep under the loveliest garden.” he whispered, imagining the beautiful greenery that could grow around you.

it wouldn't make this place half bad. maybe bring back some memories of you.

“i miss you. i really do.” he muttered, praying you'd hear him and come comfort him in some way, “it's not the same without you. i miss all of you. i miss how you'd look at me.. how you smiled at me.. how you said my name. heck, the weird looks you'd give me… i miss your hugs and how you'd hold me too.”

it didn't replace the hurt but it elevated some sorrow off his shoulders.

“you know, i had plans for our future. i wanted us to get married. wanted us to kids. wanted a peaceful life after the war with you. i just wanted to be able to wake up and have you and our kids being the first faces i see. my sister, my friend and now my love. God, please make it worth it in the end. please.

i just need a hug..”

he whispered, his hand tracing your gravestone before he slumped back where he was sitting, eyeing your name and death date simultaneously.

he wanted to hug himself but would it feel the same?

it wouldn't.

“what will i settle for, i ask myself countless of nights, if not your hugs, who elses?”

yet, when he thought of hugs, it felt like you were still there. so close that he could grab you.

soft arms from behind, wrapping around him and nuzzling your face in his neck. he felt his spirit slightly lifted during this melancholic moment, feeling your arms around him once more.

it felt like a mother or wife’s loving embrace, something he hadn't felt in a long while.

the wind felt warmer and it felt as if the rain stopped.

settle for the hugs of my spirit.

he jumped. in a situation like this, he would grab his katana and scope the surroundings in search of the uninvited stranger. yet this stranger had the aura of his love, their symphonic voice. how could he ever lift a blade at a voice like theirs?

giyū didn't notice it, yet he was crying. a tear running down his eye as he sniffled.

his tense body relaxed at the sound of the voice that had swept pass and the loving embrace of his lover’s spirit who was seated beside him.

“i’ll settle for this.”

[2qties]

𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 , 𝘿𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙄𝘾 𝙎𝙊𝙉

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just a teaser for a book i made atleast 2-3 months ago yet never finished . i might decide to later on.

TW: none , just diff writing style 🫶🏾

POSTING 08/08 6:30 P.M. MDT

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In the shadowed realms of antiquity, where the ethereal dance of sorcery intertwined with the mortal coil, a tale unfolded like the delicate petals of a cursed flower. Kibutsuji Muzan, born of blood and darkness, once cradled by the spectral hands of his enigmatic mother, now found himself abandoned amidst the crimson currents of his newfound existence as a demon.

His mother, a bewitching enchantress whose beauty rivaled the resplendent lights of the red-light district, vanished like the fleeting illusions of moonlit dreams, leaving behind only the haunting echoes of her malevolent, sinister grin.

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Among the oirans, she was a legend, her eyes ablaze with a red hue akin to the lifeblood that stained the cobblestones of the forbidden districts. Her allure was unparalleled, a siren whose presence sent shivers down the spine of the underworld.

In the heart of the red-lit labyrinth, tales of her bewitching gaze and the enigmatic aura that surrounded her spread like wildfire, casting an everlasting shadow upon those who dared to cross her path.

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Yet, as Muzan's relentless pursuit of the elusive spider-lily faltered amidst the clamor of his own demons' inadequacies, a clandestine figure, veiled in shadows, extended a hand in an unexpected act of benevolence.

The malevolent whispers of the crimson night guided this mysterious benefactor, offering assistance to the desolate demon lord in his quest for elusive salvation.

┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐

For in the enigmatic tapestry of fate, the reuniting of oirans with their suitors mirrored the binding ties of kinship, as bloodstains and familial bonds interwove in a dance as ancient as time itself. And so, as the stars bore witness to the convergence of destinies, a solitary truth echoed through the abyss as the figure, hand-in-hand aided Kibutsuji in his search.

 "After all, what would a mother be to leave her baby stranded."

[2qties]

𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊

❝add the trouble and make it double !! ❞

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