#x: you are worty

[keruimi]

Her World

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This is just a work of fiction. The picture above is not mine and just the story below me. I just finished watching demon slayer and thought to make a short story about my unrequited love for a fictional character. My first FanFiction about my favorite Demon, Akaza. I hope all of you enjoyed my first post in this account. My sincerest apologies if ever the character on Demon slayer is not the same here. I haven't memorized each of their characteristics yet. And for the scenario, it doesn't follow the plot of Demon slayer so don't overthink too much.

Warning! Spoilers ahead

Akaza x reader angst. Suicide and love.

I was feeling a bit heartbroken so I made this.

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Meet Himawari Y/n, born from a family who cherished the tradition and culture pass down by their ancestors. A doting daughter raised to be obedient. Well-known in her village for her unbelievable beauty, a brunette woman with her gem-worty lavender eyes. A role model for the other daughters.

Yet when she started to learn about the outside world, she slowly gained knowledge of what truly the value of the life she is having. To reach the dream she has ever wanted, to have a family. And for now, as other usual day, she started to work at her job in a restaurant as a waitress.

Reeking with elegance and beauty, the men who saw her could never leave their gaze at her figure as she take a customer's order with the usual kind smile on her lips.

It was a peaceful life...

Until her parents' obsession with tradition and culture got out of control.

It happened one night where the moon was already shining brightly, a hysterical cry of a woman is what you can just hear from the town hall.

Trying her best to prevent her mother from grabbing her fisted hand to sign the marriage paper in front of her as she felt disgusted at the hands of the man touching her.

"I don't want to!" She repeated as she resisted with all her might to surrender her hands to their forces on her.

If she can just cut her hands, she would.

What was her parents thinking? Why would they sell her to a man who is almost thrice her age. She just turned eighteen!

"Let me go" she shouted as she tried to loosen their grips on her but not even them are budging.

And one thought came to her mind.

How in the entire world did her parents agree to this.

They were great parents, when did they tolerate this kind of tradition?

Is it money? Power? Status?

She can't find any flaw in their life right now. She was content, they were content. How come it reaches this?

"Mom, I don't want this!" She cried out and only a harsh slap returned to her making her will to resist drop immediately.

The mother she respected raise her hand at her.

It felt like she was continuously being stomped on as she lost her right to breathe.

Without any thought, her mother took a hold of her hand without wasting any second.

And she only thought of one thing...

Run

When the tip of the ballpen was already on top of the paper. She kneed the man behind her making him lose his touch on her. She snatched her hands away from her mother's grasp.

"Y/n!"

She heard her mother's shout and without a second thought, she turned her back on her and bolted out of the wooden door of the town hall.

She halted when her gaze met her father's cold eyes. "Y/n, get back in there. This is for your future too"

She can't help but frown at them with tears in her eyes. Future?

"Listen to us"

Why would she need a man for that when she can build one by herself?

She snapped out of her own thoughts when her father took a hold of her arm as quick footsteps can be heard behind.

She grit her teeth and without a second thought for her freedom, as with one free hand, she took out her hairpin from her bun. And stab her father's hand that was holding her.

"I can't be an obedient daughter like the person you raised when you changed your way of loving me"

She already lost respect for her parents.

Her father groaned in pain and when she felt a hand on her kimono, she immediately snatched her clothing away from the man's grasp and bolted towards where her feet would take her.

They said the night was never safe, but it feels like staying here is more dangerous.

She can hear the uproar she has caused among the villagers as she continues running far from where she came from.

If there are Gods, even if she never prayed this desperately to be saved. She is willing to believe a God that she is not even sure they really existed.

"Is there anyone who is willing to help me?"

She felt her tears finally slid from her eyes as the loud crowd chased her.

She felt her feet already hurting but she still didn't stop running. Only the twinkling stars and the bright moonlight was her only guide from the darkness.

She is scared of the creatures and beings she believed in. Ghost, elf, enchanted people and more creatures that lived in the forest.

But when it comes to the freedom she is trying to protect, she can abandon that fear.

"Don't let her get away!"

"Get the horses!"

"Y/n!"

The shouts were getting near and she knows they are catching up to her.

"If there is even a God..." She started as she put her gaze behind her and saw some villagers following her.

They were not even blurry on her vision, they were close.

"If there is someone out there..." She looks back to the front in the direction she is heading to.

"Help me!" She shouted without even knowing if someone would listen to her plea. She didn't care if the people who are chasing her might think she is crazy to think about asking for help when the whole village went against her wish.

Her tired body is already succumbing to the pain her feet was feeling. She was never put on a situation like this.

She was never taught how to survive.

She found herself on a dead end as a rock on the bottom of the mountain block her from escaping.

Fear run through her veins as she look back at the people getting closer and she can't help but stuttered her last plea.

"If someone is out there, please help me" she cried out as she back away from the people walking closer to her.

If there is really another life, she is willing to die at this moment.

"Y/n, don't make things harder for us. You ask for this for so long" her mother who faked a sickly sweet worried voice made her stomach churn.

A sentence to avoid embarassing their reputation on the village.

"Don't go against us, we raised you with everything we have for you to have a good life. We won't suffer on money anymore"

And it finally dawned to her...

Their gentle care for her, providing all her needs... Was just for this?

For her to obediently follow everything they wanted?

She finally calm her breathing as she finally realized. It was never really love to begin with, not even the duty or responsibility of them being her parents.

They want to make money off her.

Blessed with such beauty, raise to be gentle and well-mannered lady.

"That's right..." She muttered to herself as her glossy eyes can be seen due to the torch lit up by the villagers behind her parents.

"You both would never get this glory without me" she said as the disbelief and disappointment was written in her face.

"Y/n, it's not like that. We just want to give you a man that can provide the needs for your entire life. So you would not suffer at all" her father's stern voice made her tear up as she can't help but laugh.

"I would rather die than lose myself and dignity as a woman to the desires of everyone" she stated before slowly backing away that made her mom step closer.

With her final decision, she turned her back as she quickly moved her head to the sharp edges of the rock that cornered her.

But somehow, she felt a hard and warm palm against her forehead making her pull herself away.

She found her gaze at the bright yellow eyes shimmering under the moonlight, that was staring back at her as a small smile adored his lips.

She lost her composure at the man who just offered a smile on her as he sat above the rocks she was about to hit her head on.

She started to observed him, a man who has breathtakingly beautiful yellow eyes with unknown words on them. Body adored with stripes she didn't know what it symbolize.

She felt her body trembling as she heard her parents behind her.

"y/n, let's go now"

She slowly reached her hand on the man's hand that was resting on the stone as she grip on it that made the man turn his attention back to her.

This was her last choice

"Please help me" she exclaimed weakly as she looked down and slowly fell on her knees, unknowingly letting go of his hand as her body finally succumbed to darkness.

The man's gaze just follow her body that slowly fell on the ground as he notice the father took a step forward and bow at him.

"My apologies, good Mister. We are just trying to take her back home, she run away after she showed her rudeness to the leader. Forgive us from disturbing you" the father stated as he saw a few men walking up to the girl as he closed his eyes.

He didn't say a word as he effortlessly disfigured the body of the men who tried to get closer. Their body fell limp as gasps surrounded the air.

A smile made its way to his lips.

"I don't mind..." He started as he gave them a grin. "A feast"

And his eyes shone brighter under the moonlight as screams of terror is the only thing you can hear.

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I clearly remembered that night when I first saw him. The night where I start longing for his presence. The urge to stay with him forever made me decide on something I didn't know I would have thought of.

"Turn me into a demon"

The will I showed him that I am willing to become one without him even asking me. The time when I decided to train so I can become worthy to stay beside him.

"Akaza" I whispered as I ran my fingers through his hair as we stayed in a room, hiding from the sunlight while he rest his tired body on me.

I soothe him almost to take a nap on my thighs until he heard me speak that made him open his eyes to look at me.

I can't help but stare deeply at his eyes as I tried my best to not get weak just on his gaze so I just looked at the painting in front of me.

It was just some traditional paintings made by humans. The being I was before I became a villain.

Just for him...

"Why did you become a demon?" I ask the first question that first came to my mind as I looked down again at him who was just staring at him.

He sat up after a few seconds and immediately made me feel lonely as I stared at his back. We were both silent as I sighed before looking away.

How can I ask that?

Villains have reasons why they became one. Asking them would just dig the painful past that is deeply buried.

And I decided to open it.

"I'm sorry, it was just that-"

"I want to become stronger" he answered with a blank tone that made me feel like it was not his greatest desire.

What was his greatest desire? The dream he wanted to reach but it's so far.

Like he is to me.

He treated me differently but not too different from others.

Is it because I was a woman?

I've heard from the others that he never kills women. And I am no different.

It made me think if he ever loved someone that made killing women forbidden to his rules. It made my heart ache as I looked away from his figure that walked out of the room.

It was almost half a century ago when I decided to become a demon. Yet when I did, I never felt that kind of warmth I felt that night.

I tried, yet failed so many times.

I was always by his side. Helping him with his mission, became his eye on the outside world.

I did everything to become worthy to become someone important to him.

But never once did he make me feel I was important.

That theory was proven when my nightmare turned to reality. A painful news was informed to me.

"Akaza is dead! Kyomi, just surrender yourself" I heard the person who has a Hashira aura from them.

I felt my body stop attacking as my blood turned cold.

My surroundings turned cold as my world went dark.

"He took his own life" she let out the final bomb that made me gasp from pain as my eyes started to filled tears that turn to ice.

The ice that made the frozen feet of the three slayers surrounding me finally melted as tears slipped from my eyes.

"You're lying" I managed to mutter between heavy breaths as I found myself having a difficult time to breath.

They are lying

He could never leave me

"I'll name you Kyomi" I still remembered the first sentence he uttered to me. Before and after I became a demon.

A beautiful smile was plastered to his face and I let him use me as he pleased.

I obey everything he wanted.

"You're learning well" he praised me as I managed to finally master the moves he taught me.

"Fireworks makes my heart stir"

That he managed to talk to me the things that bother him the most.

"In anyone's eyes, am I even enough?!" His angry tone shook the whole room as I ran to him to hug his body that was shaking from hatred.

"You're more than enough, Akaza. In my eyes, you were the strongest" I spoke with my sincerest emotions as I took a hold of his face, gently caressing his cheek.

"Akaza, you're doing more than enough"

I still remember that time when he first softened his eyes for me. The first time he burst on me.

I remember everything, from his lowest and highest moments when I entered his life.

He should have a reason to live.

I was here. I was beside him

"You were not the person he was looking for" the hashira in front of me keeps opening up the truth.

I don't even know if it was the truth.

But maybe it was. The moment I felt them stop attacking me from different directions.

I can feel one of their sympathetic gazes for me.

"From the information we gathered on him, he never wanted to become a demon" she started as my body was still frozen in one place.

"Ever since from the beginning, he already wanted to follow her in the afterlife. He was just deprived of that wish"

I felt the world stop as only one word engraved on my mind.

Her?

"Koyuki. The woman he promised to marry when he was still a human" she started to take steps forward to me.

"Muzan just removes his memory so he can continue being a demon. Do you realize now?" She stopped in front of me as a cold gaze stared on my own.

"You never have a place there in his life. You were no one"

It broke me.

Her words, deeply hurted me. "Kanao, that's enough"

"The fact that you became a demon just for his love" she exclaimed as I felt a dagger near my stomach.

"Are you willing to change your mind now and just die" her knife started to trail from my stomach to my neck as the tears from my eyes continue to feel on my cheeks.

But I can feel how tired all of them are.

They entered the realm where demons can't even handle it except for the King and Nakime.

I can't help but let out a long breath as her words continued to process on my mind.

Koyuki...

So she was that person that always make his mind blank and reminded him of a few memories that held him back from turning it into one of the happiest memories with me.

She, his fiance. A human that he never forgets.

His first love. And somehow she still became his last.

I felt the wind knock my lungs as I fell to my knees as heartbreak started taking over my body and mind.

I was no one?

No one.

Not even someone who he would choose just to stay alive.

All of my life, I lived on the lies of my parents. And now his comfort has warmed my entire world, was it still the same as them?

"Akaza..."

How can you not love me?

Why... Do I always receive the opposite of everything I wanted?

I thought I already made it. I thought I managed to become someone you cherished.

But in the end, even if you forgot about her, your mind and heart would always stay on her.

I sat on my knees as I looked up to the woman who looked stronger than me.

I wish I became like her. I wish I decided to live for myself, for the good of the world, than to become a villain for the person who never really saw my worth.

"Do as you wish..." I whispered as I felt my heartbeat slowly stop beating.

"I have nothing to fight for"

And I felt my neck being cut off from my body, yet the tears on my eyes never stopped falling.

If there's a God, if there's a second life...

I saw myself in that dark place, where I saw him with them.

If there was a second life...

I just wish to be happy

I just....

Want

to be happy...

And I found myself walking towards the blazing fire of hell. Never looking back, at the happiness he found for himself.

While I lost myself because I decided to choose him.

[vvakarians]

A L L for callie and also ♛ for thrash/aegis bc i lov them

Calliope Lavellan-Rosetti

♟ for a general character theme song: 

Start A Riot by BANNERS 

♞ for that character’s battle music: 

Legends Never Die by Against the Current

♝ for that character’s instrumental theme: 

Omen by the SIE Sound Team for the Bloodborne Soundtrack

♜ for a Sad Theme for that character: 

Vacant by Echos

♛ for a ship theme for that character (I’m gonna do three for this one): 

Halliope: Would That I by Hozier

Isi/Callie: Unworthy by Vancouver Sleep Clinic

Solas/Callie: Wolves Without Teeth by Of Monsters & Men

♚ for that character’s victory theme:

Praying by Kesha

Aegis/Thrash (x: to love a mortal man)

♛ for a ship theme for that character 

The Rules for Lovers by Richard Walters

[supa-suckers]

"Neun und vierzig Ja Nein, we're doing good c'mon!"

Uber barked, a boyish smile on his face as he watched Ja Nein lift himelf off the ground, his hands behind his head and his face scrunched up in effort, Uber wasn't much better himself, he had just finished his post dinner workout when Ja Nein strolled in and asked him -with an odd look to his face- to spot him.

Being the team captain Uber had a lot of experience spotting people since they didn't believe much in working out with fancy equipment, true team trust and synchronization was built on...well building each other up maybe not mentally but most definatly physically.

"Neun und dreizig, c'mon"

But his firm belief on the team building method wasn't the only reason he had accepted to help him so readily.

"Vierzig! Just ten more Ja Nein!"

İt was also because he wanted to see him, wanted to see Ja Nein with his face all red and his breaths shaky, it was a luxury for him to see the other like this, so active and alive a farcry from his usually straight laced, composed self , he would never admit it but he adored Ja Nein, he dosen't know when or how it happened, he only knows that he shouldn't know.

"Ein und vierzig, get jour hands behind jour head!"

And he felt a little scared, a little sick knowing the man he loved was the smallest in a camp built for big burly man, in a world built for big burly man, Ja Nein was no fool, he was no coward either he was a man, a teammate of admirable strengths but what good would those strengths be against an oppenent or worse an aggresor that didn't recognise them, didn't care for them.

"Zwei und vierzig."

Uber was no fool either, he knew he couldn't protect Ja Nein from everything and he had no desire to. Despite the macho gimmick, he didn't want to be the keeper of him, such fantasies did not appeal to him what he wanted instead was to watch Ja Nein get stronger.

"Drei und vierzig."

He wanted to watch the muscles under his fair skin strengthen and thicken like vines and roots, he wanted the other man to become something stronger with honest work for the pride and confidence it'd give him but more so for the comfort it would give to Uber.

"Vier und vierzig."

He couldn't help his eyes wandering first down the others face, his firm features drenched in sweat then down his chest, his semi visible collarbones and the dark trail of hair leading all the way down his flushed body, Uber had to cover his face in shame as he realized he had been staring thankfully Ja Nein was too focued on his workout to notice.

"Fü-fünf und vierzig."

He gulped his shame down but try as he might he couldn't get the image of bare skin out of his head, Ja Nein had scabrous skin, tanned and slightly tonned, rough and uneven to the touch uniqe in every part.

"Sechs und vierzig, we're nearly zhere."

He preffered it to his skin always waxen and cold, same feel and texture everywhere, whenever he ran a hand down his body he felt like he was running his hands down a sleek sports car, impressive and expensive but with a thousand more to match, he pressed a hand to his chest and felt nothing but mechanical beats.

"Sieben und vierzig."

He bet he could feel life trum under his fingers if he pressed them to Ja Nein's body, he bet it would feel like a river, like the surface of a wild peach. He bet he could memorize the bumpes, riges and roughs, could recognise him blind if he could just touch him. He fixed his eyes to his face to keep his mind from wandering.

"Acht und vierzig."

But the sight of the other's lip caught between his teeth caught him right in the gut, he sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, his swollen lip, his long face all scrunched up in concentration Uber wondered if he could press his lips to his and feel the heat, if he could run his palm over the bristles on his nape, if he could kiss across his face and feel the tension seep out of him.

"Neun und vierzig, let's go!"

Uber watched the other push himself to the ground again, the muscles under his skin rippling and twitching and then back up again.

"Fünfzig, jou did goot for a beginner pipsqueak."

Ja Nein gave him an eye roll as Uber let go off his ankles, they dressed with a light chat and as they walked to the barracks Uber stated the cold as his excuse for pressing as close as he did to Ja Nein, who just asked him if he could spot him again tomorow with a little smirk on his face.

Good luck in collage, hope it works out great for you!!

I'm daring the whole tumblr supastrika fandom to write a paragraph of their OTP (or brot/ character or just anything) doing whatever your current fav activity is (hobbies, knitting, arson everything is accepted) It's two am and I leave for college in a few weeks. Make me feel something. Its ok if it's really basic or just weird. I just wanna see what ur brain makes Ur blorbo do

[fondazioneterradotranto]

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Da Lecce a New York: sei sete su cartone della fine del XVII secolo al Metropolitan Museum of art

di Armando Polito

  Le ho trovate casualmente in Internet Archive e ho subito pensato che sarebbe stato opportuno divulgarne l’esistenza. Hanno, in base alla scheda che le accompagna, tutte dimensioni diverse (per ogni singola immagine le riporterò in calce alla stessa con l’indirizzo da cui è stata tratta) provengono da Mme. d’ Oliviera, Coudert Brothers (until 1888; to MMA). Le sete, dunque. passarono al museo nel 1888. Non potevo esimermi dal tentare di saperne di più anzitutto di Madame d’Oliviera. Riporto nella mia traduzione (in nota il testo originale) quanto si legge in Emily Wortis Leider, California’s daughter. Gertrude Atherton and her times, Standford University Press, 1991, p. 169: A Rouen sulla cima di una collina alla periferia della città ha trovato la strada per una pensione gestita da Madame d’Oliviera. Altri pensionanti, com’è successo, erano un gruppo di letterati inglesi che aveva persuaso a non affittare mai una casa ad una donna. Gertrude1 insisteva potersi superare la loro obiezione e provvedere a correggerla. Gli inglesi, infatti, erano intimi di Oscar Wilde. È rimasto anonimo in Adventures of a Novelist, ma Reggie Turner2 e Robert Ross3 sono tra loro. Entrambi erano stati con Wilde al tempo del suo arresto ed erano immediatamente fuggiti in Francia; sono rimasti di nuovo con lui dopo il suo rilascio da Reading Gaol4. Reggie Turner aveva “un piccolo reddito che lo liberava dalla necessità di lavorared egli amava l’arte, la letteratura ed il viaggio. Molti dei suoi amici erano luci accecanti nel mondo letterario.” (Adventures p. 277), tra loro quel genio della parodia, Max Beerbohm. Gertrude aveva scritto una recensione de L’ipocrita felice di The Happy Hypocrite per Vanity Fair, che gli aveva fatto piacere. Turner scriveva a Beerbohm da Rouen: Ecco un’autrice di romanzi che soggiorna qui, la signora di nome Gertrude Atherton e lei in persona ha recensito il tuo L’ipocrita felice, … una critica che ti ha fatto tanto piacere. Fortunatamente per me lei rimane nella sua stanza tutto il giorno tranne ai pasti. lei sembra gentile e mostra 35 anni [lei aveva quasi quarant’anni ma entrambi lo scopriremo dopo. È vedova ed ha una figlia in California- È vedova … e ha una figlia in California.5

La dimestichezza di Madame d’Oliviera, grazie alla gestione della pensione a Rouen, con esponenti di spicco del mondo letterario dell’epoca ed in particolare con l’americana Gertrude Atherton getta un po’ di luce sul Coudert Brothers (until 1888; to MMA). Essendo Coudert Brothers uno studio legale newyorkese attivo fin dal 1853, lo scarno dato di provenienza contenuto nella scheda non consente, tuttavia, di capire con chiarezza quante e quali delle sei sete siano passate al museo da madame d’Oliviera e quante e quali dal predetto studio legale e, ad ogni modo, rimangono scoperti due secoli di storia, in altre parole rimangono sconosciuti la vita delle opere in questione dalla fine del XVII secolo fino al 1888 e il percorso completo che le portò da Lecce a New York. Sarebbe interessante reperire altre notizie su questa manifattura non solo per quanto riguarda l’aspetto tecnico di esecuzione (per un profano come me immaginare che tutto nasce da fili di seta cuciti su cartone è come pensare ad una sorta di miracolo) ma anche l’importanza economica che all’epoca tale manifattura aveva e che avrebbe continuato ad avere anche al tempo di Madame d’Oliviera; indicativo a tal riguardo mi pare il fatto che in Annali del Ministero di industria, agricoltura e commercio, anno 1877 vol. 89, Eredi Botta, Roma, p. 132 il regolamento di pubblica mediazione della Camera di commercio di Bari prevedeva per la seta su cartone la percentuale più alta (2,50%).

Le prime due sete hanno come tema la Sacra famiglia.

27.9 x 37.5 cm https://ia800503.us.archive.org/9/items/mma_the_holy_family_212596/212596.jpg

  44.5 x 61 cm https://ia800308.us.archive.org/18/items/mma_the_holy_family_212587/212587.jpg

  La terza ha come tema un paesaggio e potrebbe essere intitolata vista sul fiume.

43.2 x 59.1 cm https://archive.org/details/mma_riverview_with_figures_and_bridge_212593

  La quarta e la quinta sono due scene di caccia, rispettivamente al leone e allo struzzo.

47 x 72.4 cm https://archive.org/details/mma_lion_hunt_america_212590

  46.4 x 72.4 cm https://ia800306.us.archive.org/6/items/mma_ostrich_hunt_africa_212592/212592.jpg

  La sesta ed ultima  rappresenta un paesaggio rurale.

44.5 x 61 cm https://archive.org/details/mma_rural_scene_212604

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1 Gertrude Atherton (1857-1948),  scrittrice californiana.

2 Reggie Turner (1869-1838), scrittore inglese.

3 (1869-1918), critico letterario e giornalista canadese.

4 Carcere inglese nella contea di Berkshire.

5 In Rouen.on the crest of a hill on the outskirts of town, she found her way to a boarding house run by a Madamed’Oliviera. Madame’s otjer boarders, as it happened, were a group of literary Englishmen who had persuaded her never to rent a oom to a woman. Gertrude insisted that she could overcome their objections, and she proved correct. The Englishmen were, in fact, intimates of Oscar Wilde. They remain unnamed in Adventures of a Novelist, but Reggie Turner and Robert Ross were among them. Both had been with  Wilde at the time of his arrest and had immediately fled to France: they again stood by him after his release from Reading Gaol. Reggie Turner had “a small income which relieved him of the necessity of work, and he loved art, literature and travel. Many of his friends were blinding lights in the literary world” (Adventures, p. 277), among them that genius of parody, Max Beerbohm. Gertrude had written a review of Beerbohm’s The Happy Hypocrite for Vanity Fair which had pleased him. Turner wrote to Beerbohm from Rouen: There it an American novelist staying here, Mrs. Gertrude Atherton by name, and she in the person who reviewed your Happy Hypocrite, … a criticism which gave you so much pleasure. Fortunately for me she keeps to her room all day except at meals. She seems nice and 35 [she was almost 40] but I shall find out both later. She is a widow … and has a daughter in California.