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enola holmes.

⁂ DANCE IN THE WINTER.

though he tried to restrain himself, it was useless – when he avoided you, circumstance always brought you crashing back into him. as he climbed the stairs to 221B Baker Street, he supposed this was one of those times as well.

glass onion: a knives out mystery.

⁂ OPEN.

his favorite thing about you is your willingness to follow instructions.

house of the dragon.

⁂ PRŪMIA HEN ZALDRĪZES.

when he is forced to watch his twin flame marry his brother, Aemond finds a solution for coping other than burning it all to the ground.

⁂ SHINING ARMOR.

Ser Criston Cole is faced with the reality of a life falling for a lone wolf.

sucker punch.

⁂ STAY STILL.

Blue Jones needs help with his makeup, and a lesson in patience.

sons of anarchy.

⁂ GOOD ENOUGH TO EAT.

your parents are supposed to be meeting Jax for the first time today, but he has other ideas.

the batman.

⁂ SERENITY.

Bruce concedes to a morning well spent with you at his side.

the boys.

⁂ NO PLACE LIKE HOME.

Homelander doesn't just want to be loved by everyone, he needs to be loved by everyone...but most of all, he needs to be loved by you.

the sandman.

⁂ REVERIE.

what you'd intended to be a lesson taught to him Dream of the Endless turns to a lesson for you.

the walking dead.

⁂ BATTER UP.

you should have known batting lessons with Negan would go like this.

top gun: maverick.

⁂ BAD HABITS.

despite a new boyfriend, seeing your ex-boyfriend Jake Seresin again was like falling into an old habit.

⁂ RING MY BELL.

you discover your new favorite part of Jake Seresin's oral fixation.

triple frontier.

⁂ KEEPING COUNT.

your boyfriend Will returns from a trip you'd begun to worry he wouldn't.

⁂ BENDING TO THE HONEYSUCKLES.

while you insist you don't want a relationship, Will Miller falls for you like it's his destiny to do so. he's willing to meet you where you are while he waits for you to let him love you.

Takeshi Kaneshiro in Chungking Express — 1994, dir. Wong Kar-wai

THE PUNCH

In the midst of the intense battle against Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic, the atmosphere was tense and charged with magic. Spells were being cast left and right, and the air was thick with tension. Amidst it all, a young wizard named Glenn found himself feeling completely drained.

Rubbing his tired eyes, Glenn scratched his head with his wand, trying to shake off the weariness that had settled over him. Voldemort's voice droned on as he continued his speech, his words a twisted mix of arrogance and malevolence. Glenn couldn't help but feel a sense of irritation mingling with his exhaustion.

As Voldemort's speech reached its climax, the battle erupted into chaos. Spells collided, and the clash of magic filled the air. Glenn's mind was foggy from lack of sleep and hunger, and he felt a surge of frustration building within him.

Just as Voldemort raised his wand to cast a particularly powerful curse, Glenn's patience reached its breaking point. In a moment of boldness driven by irritation, he clenched his fist and swung it with all his might, connecting with Voldemort's face in a resounding punch.

The impact was unexpected and powerful, and Voldemort was knocked off balance. His wand fell from his hand as he stumbled backward, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. For a brief moment, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze as everyone stared in astonishment at what had just transpired.

Glenn stood there, his knuckles throbbing from the force of the punch, a mixture of disbelief and satisfaction on his face. He cracked his knuckles, wincing slightly at the pain. Then, without missing a beat, he looked up and noticed the wide-eyed stares and open mouths of those around him.

"Uh, yeah," Glenn muttered, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal. "I mean, the guy was really getting on my nerves, and I just want to go home and take a nap."

His words were met with a mix of incredulous looks and amused chuckles from the other wizards and witches on the battlefield. Even Voldemort's loyal followers seemed taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.

Glenn's actions had managed to knock Voldemort unconscious, leaving the Dark Lord sprawled on the floor. The battlefield was still for a moment, and then, as if shaken from a trance, the battle resumed with renewed vigor.

With Voldemort temporarily incapacitated, the tide of the battle began to turn in favor of the defenders. Glenn's unexpected punch had provided a much-needed morale boost and a break in the tension. Spells were cast, and the battle raged on, but there was a renewed sense of determination in the air.

And in the midst of it all, Glenn stood, his hand still throbbing from the punch, a tired but satisfied smile on his face. Sometimes, a well-timed punch was all it took to change the course of history, even in the magical world.

Heaven scent without air

A/n: i didnt wanted to make this story too fucked up, i know fez would never react like this, i just had this scenario in my head i wanted to write it out i tried my best, i hope you all like it!! <3

Warning: s*lf harm, angst, mentions of violence, panic attack description, swearing.

Word count: 1.113

Needless to say you and Fez’s relationship was chaotic, your close friends would say toxic but you didn’t see it that way, he loved you and you know he would kill for you, die for you.

This night was different from the others, you two would usually argue but this time it got too much too fast.

You were laying on the bed you both shared, going through your phone as you waited for him to finish his shower.

Suddenly, the door harshly opened making your head lift from the screen only to find your boyfriend with anger written on his face, I fucked up good you thought.

“Strip, now” he demanded, getting closer to the edge of the bed, standing in front of you.

“W-what? Why?” Your voice shaking as you sat on the soft mattress,

“Take your fucking clothes off, don’t make me do it y/n, i’m dead fucking serious right now.”

Taking a deep breath you stood up, slowly getting rid of each clothing item on your body leaving you in just your underwear under his gaze.

His eyes filling with tears as they fixated on the bandage on your left thigh, letting a frustrated grunt. “fuck” your whisper low enough just for yourself to hear.

“Why? you told me you were clean y/n, why do you do this to yourself, you fucking promised!” his tone started of as a low whisper and it became louder which each word that came out of his mouth, running his hands through his head as he refused to look at you.

You tried your best holding back your tears but it didn’t work, head low, ashamed as anger rushed though your body, he was blaming you for this. You relapsed and hid it from him, it was all your fault.

Grabbing the shirt from the floor and placing it back on your body you tried to run from him, you needed to get out of that room as fast as you could, he was quicker and before you could lock yourself in the bathroom he forcefully pushed the door open not allowing you to hide.

“Get the fuck away from me, don’t fucking touch me!” you cried, don’t know how or from where you found your strength but you hardly pushed Fezco making him hit his back against the nearest wall, his features becoming more aggressive as he got closer to you “am i not good enough for you huh? that’s all this shit is about? Am i not doing enough? You are not only fucking hurting yourself but you are hurting me!” He yelled back at you hitting the wooden door behind him in frustration, the loud noise making you jump and your anxiety worst. Tears streaming on both of your faces, this was getting out of control and you both knew.

“I can’t help it I’m fucked up, you knew that before you started dating me, i’ve always been like this, it’s not going to change, i can’t change.” your words were filled with pain and anger not at him but yourself, you knew this brought pain to the both of you, but it was true, you couldn’t help it.

Your back sliding against the cold wall all the way to the floor, attempting to hide your face between your knees, not daring to look at him. “im sorry, please forgive me, please please please I’m so sorry, don’t leave me.” You begged with your eyes shut tight, face soaked with salty tears that didn’t dare to stop falling, your body shaking uncontrollably, making it impossible for your lungs to fill with air.

All of this situation came after he found a razor hidden in a drawer. It was your fault, thoughts rushing through your head faster than you could even encounter them “if i just didn’t leave it there, i should’ve hid it better. Fuck, i should’ve kept my promise.”

This only worsened your panic attack, hyperventilating as you were not being able to focus on your breathing.

Thats when he realized, seeing his princess like this, crying on the floor and begging for him not to leave, that he should’ve handled this differently, offer you help instead of letting anger take control of him and blaming you like this. His expression softened as he slowly took a seat on the floor right in front of you. He has dealt with your attacks before, so he knew how to handle this.

“Hey, baby look at me.” His voice soft and gentle, all his anger gone at the sight of your face. God he loved you.

“I’m so sorry.” your voice broken and coming out in a bare whisper from all the yelling and crying. “i know, i’m sorry too princess, comere.” he took you in his arms rocking you softly, making your body start to calm down in a matter of minutes, the shaking came to an end and so did the tears, air filling your lungs again, making breathing easier now.

His embrace had this effect on you, it made you feel like your were melting under his touch, making you feel warm, protected and loved. Home.

“I was going though a lot and i didn’t want to bother you with my shit, i won’t do it again, I’m really sorry.” You said quietly looking up, taking in every single one of this features. How can someone be this perfect?

“Next time you feelin like this talk to me, you know I’m here for you and i’ll always be here for you my angel, anytime, you know I’m just a call away.” He gently spoke leaving small kisses on your head.

“I know, i will.” You gave him a reassuring look.

“Lets take a bath, would you like that ma?” He offered.

“Mhm, yes baby please i need it.”

“Okay, let me get this ready for us.”

Watching him closely prepare the bath just how you liked it, he paid attention to the smallest details. He even lit up some candles.

Taking his clothes off first as he helped you take off your shirt, when you both were ready he entered the bathtub first, you hopped right after sitting in between his legs, your back leaning on his chest while he wrapped his arms tightly around your frame leaving little kisses as he buried his face on your neck. “I love you baby”

“i love you more Fezzy.” You could feel his smile appearing against your skin. It might be difficult sometimes but its definitely worth it, at the end of the day this is where you want to be, in his arms, for the rest of your life.

Hear You, Seek You Chapter 2 (Billy’s POV) blurb

Summary: Billy’s POV when visiting Scarlett in her bedroom. 

Warnings: Death (Casey Becker’s and Steve Orth’s murders mentioned), Billy being a creep, his obsessed thoughts over Scarlett, and voyeurism at the end. 

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Holy shit I hit the 1k mark and didn’t even realise. You guys are all bonkers I started this to just keep track of my prompts! Thank you very much!!! To celebrate, have a short story about how writers are awesome and different ways of seeing the world that none of you will probably read, but I hope those who do will enjoy it :)

How Beautiful the World Is

Andy had always admired writers. They were the only people who could manage to make the world sound so beautiful, he thought. The way that even beautiful things could be made more beautiful; the way every sunset blossomed on the clouds the way that sweet, wild clover blossoms in a meadow, hues from burnt orange flame to heather told in soft rolling verse, the way every field was a luscious bounty of daisies and sun-strengthened grass, and every sky was rolling blue like the foam and ice of breaking waves on the winter coast. They had a habit of making each detail wonderfully beautiful, filled with unparalleled splendour.

However, in all actuality, the world was rather dull. Grass was a limp, pitiful green, sunsets were often mild, mostly unnoticed, not worth being looked upon, the sky was grey, clouds floated gloomily like lost, empty ghosts, the night sky was just a dull, navy sort of blue.

Perhaps it was the cold sadness that hung over him that dampened the world into a flattened grey emptiness, an expanse of tarmac and concrete, weather stained and foot-beaten, lacking in any and all beauty, but perhaps books were just optimistic ways of helping children get through the day.

He could still accept that there were certain beauties to the world, there was no denying that, but often the bad outweighed the good. He remembered someone telling him once that everything was made from a pile of good things, and a pile of bad things, and the good didn’t always make the bad better, but the bad didn’t necessarily sour the good, but he thought that even that was being optimistic.

And then he met Jet.

Johnathan Charles Morrow. When he first heard of him, a transfer student who was arriving in a few days, Andy laughed at the name. They speculated as to who the kid was, weaving tall tales about some rich man’s son who had been pulled from some posh private school after his father had lost all of his money to a gambling addiction, or something else that the particularly high-end community would frown upon, who would turn up with an attitude that turned the world around him foul, and who's accent would be so incredulously opulent that it would be an immense source of entertainment for the rest of the time he was in their lives. How unbelievably wrong they were.

When he first arrived, there was one main surprise to him; Jet had had cancerous growths on both of his optical nerves, not that Andy had known that specifically at the time, and had been forced to have both eyes removed at a very young age. He was completely and utterly blind.

The kid had a wolfish grin that he wore on his face almost every second of the day, and accompanying it was a face that smiled with it, all the way from his chin to his hairline. The smile lines of his face stretched from the corners of his sightless eyes like the magnetic poles of the world he couldn’t see, casting shadows across the smooth golden skin of his cheeks. It was infectious. The joy that cascaded across his face leaked onto everyone and everything around him. It was impossible not to be drawn to him.

Andy first spoke to him on the second day he attended school. It was raining, the grey clouds hung like melancholy sorrows, and it was cold enough that his breath danced across the morning air, spinning like a dancer caught in a moment of time, but the air seemed to warm around Jet, around his resplendent smile.

They began to chat, talking about anything and everything, contrasting opinions giving way to arguments that usually would've angered Andy to the point of storming off, but instead it instilled an almost healthy sense of competition in him, and before he realised, Jet had become one of the best friends that Andy had. And then Jet was the best friend that Andy had.

Then one day, one boring, mundane, Thursday evening, as they were making their way down yet another generic suburban road, on their way back to Jet’s house, and Jet told him he thought the world was beautiful.

Andy was so taken aback that he stopped still where he stood, dead on his feet, and it took a few steps for Jet to realise he’d stopped walking. A crumpled look crossed his features like broken waves crashing over rocks. “How? How on earth can you say that? You can’t even see!”

There was the smile again, intoxicating as ever. “Sight is not what makes the world beautiful.”

“I beg to differ. What else is there beyond sight? Corruption? Pollution? People?”

Jet paused, a quizzical look polluting and distorting his smile, Andy felt a twinge of regret coil its way up his throat, which he swallowed back down again, but feeling a little bad for what he’d said.

“When the sun is shining, I feel the heat on my skin, the soft warmth that makes my skin tingle like I am being enveloped in kindness and love. That is beautiful. When I dip my fingers into crisp water, and I feel the brisk, omnipresent coolness, the relaxation of bracing water on your forehead that balances the sometimes stickiness of excessive heat, that is beautiful. I hear the birds chirping in the morning, whistling their own personal symphonies, singing at the top of their lungs, I am safe, I am awake, I am alive. I think that too, is beautiful. When I walk home from school with you and I hear mothers picking up their children from primary school, their children babbling about whatever it is that children find important at that age. That is beautiful.” He paused, putting a hand on Andy’s shoulder, shuffling his stick awkwardly under his other arm and smiling softly. “When I hear the cheerful voices of my friends in the morning, or their laughs, it reminds me that I am not, nor will I ever be, alone with any sadness that I have, and that, above all else is beautiful.”

“But you're never sad, you smile like every day is a celebration!”

Another conflict of emotion flickered across his face. “Just because you can't see something doesn’t mean it's not there. When you go to the seaside, you can't tell what lies in the depths by standing in the shallows.”

“But you're my best friend! You – I,” A strangled sound ripped itself from his lips and he stepped out of Jet’s grasp, letting his arms fall limply in the space between them. “I should know if you're unhappy, Jet.”

“Andy - I didn’t mean anything of it.”

“So, that smile, it's not really a smile?” He folded his arms across himself and rubbed a hand under his chin. “It's a mask? You – you're hiding behind it?”

“Not in the way you’re implying.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jet didn’t add anything to his previous comment, only turned his head away, sucking his teeth. He mumbled something under his breath that Andy didn’t catch and sighed. There was something bubbling beneath his usually calm composure, not quite irritation, but leaning in that direction, it was quite strange, Andy thought, to see such different mannerisms in his friend, and it made him almost uncomfortable.

Jet began to walk away. Andy had always admired that even though the boy lacked vision, he always went in the right direction, never into traffic, or off a pavement, he was surprisingly like a Canada goose in that respect, had an internal compass that was completely reliable, even more so that sight itself sometimes.

Andy rubbed his thumbs against his fists, but before he had a chance to retaliate in any way, Jet turned back around.

“You are stupid sometimes, you know that?”

“Hey-”

“Happiness only comes when you accept that there are some things that you can't change, I learned that a long time ago,” he gestured to his blackened glasses, “and one example of this is that you can never live in a state of complete happiness. There is no such thing as utopia, as heaven on earth, because there is always going to be something with the potential to ruin your mood, your day, or if you're really unlucky, your life.” Andy watched as he carefully removed his glasses, folded the arms and tucked them into his breast pocket. For the first time, he could see Jets prosthetic eyes, they were a rich hazel, like sun shining through a glass of whiskey, staring emptily at the ground in front of them.

“It all depends on whether you let the things ruin you. I have spent my life trying, desperately, to make sure that the things don’t ruin me, so I smile, and I look specifically for the good things about the world. Whereas you, you look for the sadness, and the grief, and the misery, that covers the world like a depressant, forcing everyone into a constant state of frustration that does nothing but make their life a misery, and then you wonder why you can't see the good in the world.”

“So yes, I think the world is beyond beautiful, and I understand that it is also an awful, awful place, but I choose not to dwell on that, because accepting your fate never gets anyone anywhere. You can't change the problems in the world if you’ve already given up. Life can be beautiful if you let it.”

Andy thought about this for a moment, dumbstruck by the fact that a sightless boy saw more beauty than him.

“And even then, not all beautiful things must be seen. Some beautiful things are the small nothingness that you hold close to your heart and make life worth living.”

Andy nodded, awe filtering through him like adrenaline, filling him up. “You’re right.”

Jet sniggered, that signature Cheshire grin splitting his face ear to ear, “I know.”

And maybe, just maybe, the sunset was just a little brighter that evening

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Great chapter! Kirari cared a lot for her twin. What a revelation and yes she is somewhat jealous of Mary on how she was able to let Ririka open up to her.

~ Metamorphosis

/ inner battle /

The Dimensional Infinity Fortress.

Source: “ 刀鍛冶の里その後。 恋柱と霞柱に遊ばれる玄弥。” After the Swordsmith’s village. The Love and Mist Pillar plays around with Genya. (https://twitter.com/meka_susi/status/1192362302370017280) Artist: でんめか原稿 @meka_susi

Source: “不死川ログ②” Artist:きな @ponnr0319 (twitter.com/ponnr0319)

hiiii, can i request yoriichi hcs of him falling in love again but with a demon slayer this time, please? since he died of old age it makes me sad to think he spent all that time alone 😭💔

+author's note. if i'm being honest i don't really see yoriichi falling in love again, i imagine he's far too immersed in killing muzan and eradicating every demon off the planet so uhhhh there's that mfkwmfkwefwkfmwk, also im probably gonna make a part two cuz its pretty long so THIS ISNT AS ROMANTIC AS U MAY THINK SORRY I JUST CANT SEE IT HAPPENING SO QUICKLY THIS MAN NEEDS SOMEONE PATIENT DON'T B MAD AT ME ANON also its barely even hc's anymore bye jaodvjskv

+warning(s). mentionings of violence, nudity oh and it's super angsty oh yeahhh

yoriichi would definitely not be looking for anything even remotely romantic you know, uh since his first love and first child was slaughtered? poor guy can't imagine him ever getting over that

the first meeting most likely would occur while he was scouting the region he was assigned to

and it would be somewhere at a crossroads leading into the woods and he would immediately pick up on the shift in the atmosphere

he knew there was a demon around, but as always he kept his cool and didn't stop walking in the direction he was heading towards as if to lure them out

but the demon had other plans as he would pick on an oblivious woman who was enjoying her time in the natural hot springs

little did the demon know she was always prepared so as soon as the demon tried to prey on her, yoriichi rushed towards it but she already sliced it's neck off at an inhuman speed

if yoriichi hadn't had such a practiced eye he would've missed how you pulled out the hidden blade from the water and aim and swung flawlessly at the beast

"b-but how?!" the beast would be paralyzed slowly disintegrating as he watched you emerge out of the water completely naked

"because you're just a beast who's blinded by bloodlust, and i am a human who slays the beast to end this vicious cycle." she replied fixing her hair pin on the top her head that held her hair back as she stood over them. their eyes shaking as their dismembered body quaked even as they disappeared into the winter gust.

yoriichi's eyes were wide. not by the sight of her unveiled body, but at how clean her cut was. she must've been a finely tuned demon slayer.

"do you always wait on beasts as an oblivious damsel?" his voice smooth as ice cutting into the frigid air. he showed no signs of any shock that he may have had earlier.

yoriichi never got cold either as he had the sun running through his veins day and night.

he looked away from her bare form to the snow covered trees. their frosted breaths mingling with the air.

"it's a favorite past time of mine." she replied as she sunk back into the warm water. "you're free to join me."

yoriichi had no interest in joining her in the hot springs, but he did have an interest in being in the hot springs.

he actually had gone this way to get to there because he wanted to be able to relax and it had been his secret for a small time coming now, but alas it is no longer a secret since another mysterious woman has claimed it for her own. at least she was making use of herself with it.

"i only came here for the hot springs." he replied in an even tone as he peeled off his haori and kimono. she turned her head away as he unclothed himself as if she were any modest herself.

she only turned to face him again when she saw in her perpherial that his lower half was sunken into the steaming water.

his hair was unraveled laying against his broad back, shoulders and chest and he closed his eyes as he completely submerged himself. the only thing above the water was his head and his hair was floating above the surface.

she watched in awe as she's never seen a man of his stature before. demon slayers were usually so young and fragile and falling into preemptive deaths.

intrusive thoughts began to linger as she watched him but he paid her no mind.

not that he thought she was a woman of the night and demon slayer by day, but it had only been some years since his wife and unborn had been slaughtered by a demon so romance wasn't at the top of his list

still, though. even being bare with another woman in the same body of water made him feel somewhat guilty

he pushed down the feeling. "are you going to keep gawking at me?"

she felt taken back by his sudden brashness, though it wasn't brash to yoriichi. that's just how he spoke. blunt and straight forward.

her face feeling warmer as she struggled to speak. was it the hot spring getting to her? "that-that wasn't my intention."

he stayed silent for a moment letting the warmth of the water reaching his aching joints. "don't waste your time on me. i am simply a man of no worth, just a vessel put on this earth who's objective is to make up for mistake of not eradicating muzan."

her interest piqued at the name. "muzan you say?"

"yes, he is the father of demons."

"i'm aware. you've met him before?"

yoriichi remained silent. anger bubbling within him remembering the last meeting he had with that vile creature. he should've cut him down where he stood forever, but alas Kami had something different in mind.

"long ago. i almost landed a fatal blow, but it was not enough." yoriichi wanted nothing more than to submerge his head under the water, but he had his duty as a demon slayer.

"y-you're yoriichi tsugikuni?!" she stammered. she felt starstruck just now. it's not like they had posters of him to know who he was, but she could tell from the moment she felt his energy materialize that he was of a high caliber. dare she say even higher than her.

she didn't realize that he form swayed towards him in excitement and envy, until he inched back. "oh, forgive me."

she suddenly felt naked and crestfallen.

"no need to apologize." he murmured as he closed his eyes.

she felt almost mortified and revolted by her shameless behavior. she had heard the news about his wife and unborn being massacred some few years ago and now being in front of the man himself and letting him see her in all her naked glory.

"i should leave." she suddenly said trying her best to cover herself as she got out of the water and reached for her hakama and kimono.

"so, you're aware." definitely not even a question. he knew that she knew by her abrupt chagrin expression.

she froze in her tracks and let out a shaky breath as she fixed her kimono. "you may say that you are a man of no worth, but to me you are a man of honor. i feel, dare i say, ashamed of my actions towards a man of your caliber and hardships. i cannot in good conscious stay here with a widowed man in grief over his dead unborn child and wife."

maybe, he misjudged her.

"there's no need for that. it was a long time ago."

it infuriated her how emotionless he was being. "and so was muzan and yet the fire in your eyes burns with an intensity when you speak about him. i suggest you do your part in mourning your family a little longer."

yoriichi was a patient man. much more patient than the average man, the average human.

"i mourned the death of my wife and child for ten days. i never moved for any sustenance. do i think that's enough? no. nothing could ever measure the amount of mourning i could do for them. i have a duty to protect the helpless as do you, demon slayer."

she clamped her mouth shut. God, she was truly making a fool out of herself. "i--"

"there's nothing more you can say. what's done is done. life is ever moving."

everything stood motionless as the snow began to fall. yoriichi's prestigious figure and [name's] form stood there unmoving.

if he hadn't honed his skills beyond human limits, he wouldn't have heard the ever so slight change in the atmosphere which was her leaving. and another thing. it was a feeling of sorrow.

"she felt sorry for me... forgive me, uta." he whispered to himself. a tear emanated from the corner of his eye and slipped under his chin and into the water. he watched as it rippled and then it was gone.

just as uta was a ripple in his life and now she was no longer. shame, he only felt shame as he closed his eyes and then brought himself to face the sky.

he convinced himself that it was nothing.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU DIDN'T EXPECT THAT ANON i feel almost bad that i didn't give u the love dovey mushy thing u wanted I JUST WANTED TO B REALISTIC ITLL GET BETTER ILL MAKE AN APOLOGY PART TWO OKAY PLS DONT B MAD AT ME KOVKDSCFMS

The Demon Slayer Corp Uniform 

Tanjiro Kamado 

TRANSFORMATION: KNY S2 EP14

Focus: Demons

upper rank six: daki and gyutaro + blood demon art

eight layered obi slash & flying blood sickles

Kimetsu No Yaiba Yuukaku-hen Episode 09 Gifs

I knew it! A Hashira... So a Hashira did come, after all! That’s great! That will certainly please my master!