don't die, aki

nyusa. 24. she / her. 🇬🇪. 🌸🚬 // 🐰☂️ icon by sins-of-vesper 🩷🐰🌟

[angelozi]

So, I kept gatekeeping this art for so long, but I want to spread love for art of my beloved @sins-of-vesper 🩷

My csm oc, Nakamura Tsubomi 🌸 Her hobbies are spending lot of money on clothes, figure skating and having mental breakdown at three am

[chlorny]

Meow

[tamsywindsup]

Enjin in gachiakuta ep 3

[vpandav]

Rabbit Ballet

[ydotome]

Aki Hayakawa (早川 アキ) - Chainsaw Man - Episode 12

[sudaul]

[dokudokuo]

早川アキ

[soaked-doors]

favorite raiders 💉🎧

[sins-of-vesper]

for @angelozi. i tried doing a limited colour palette, i tried a lot of things here actually hfjghjdh what natters is the learning experience and having fun ('''' •᷄ ᴗ •᷅ )

[angelozi]

Any snippets of Zohakuten and his wife?

- Lord Zohakuten, you are early.

Tohru is calm, sitting in front of wooden loom. She is wearing new yukata, he notes. Purple, the one she bought when she and Sayuri went on a shopping trip with Lady Rei.

- You said purple is your favorite, - she giggled, showing her purchases late at night, before they went to bed. He blushed and said nothing. But secretly, he was very pleased.

She remembers the small details about him. He offhandedly said that he liked purple once, during some ball he dragged her to.

And it suits her. Makes her look regal, beautiful. She is growing out her hair too, peonies braided in her locks.

Without a word, Zohakuten drops to his knees and rests his head in her lap. Her hands, soft, warm, cradle his face, and he sighs, happily, when her fingers tangle in his hair.

- My brothers are idiots - He mutters, eyes closed. - Can't even fulfill wishes of pregnant woman.

It was stupid. Sayuri has the sudden fixation on almond macarons, and she mostly eats them lately. A sweet little indulgence. Even Zohakuten knows not to deny pregnant, hormonal woman. There could be worse cravings to have. He remembers lady Rei during her pregnancy, and how she longed for ice cream she ate in Italy when she was five.

Almond macarons are easier to find and buy.

Not for his idiot counterparts.

No, he would be surprised if they managed to get them. Sekido, complaining that he wouldn't serve a pregnant woman, served her simple tea cakes. Urogi dragged entire fucking cow inside the house. Aizetsu went out and returned with... Nothing.

But Karaku... Karaku, according to Sayuri, committed the most awful crime.

He brought pistachio macarons instead of almonds.

Saying that Sayuri was mad was an understatment. By the time he and Urami arrived, almond macarons in hand, because unlike some, they paid attention, Sayuri was full on hysterical, the entire house trashed and Karaku on his knees and begging.

Boy, did Zohakuten give them an earful, while Urami calmed his daughter-in-law (Urami's words, not his) down. Karaku especially, the idiot, the so called ideal husband. Sayuri's legs have finally healed, and now he put even more strain on her body.

Fool. Absolute fucking fool.

Now, Zohakuten isn't one to indulge women. Their demands are stupid, and usually he dismisses them. That is, if he is in a good mood. Upset him too much, and your head is gone.

But Sayuri, oddly, is precious to him. Like a stray cat you feed and she becomes attached to you. A heavy, pregnant, hormonal cat. Dear one, nevertheless. Who carried his niece or nephew in her stomach.

- One more mistake, - He hit Karaku in the head, - And we will have another Inori accident.

That seemed to sober up Karaku and he ran to buy even more almond macarons.

By the noises he heard coming from the bedroom, Karaku and Sayuri must have made up.

Tohru laughs at the story, shaking her head. She massages his temples, and he melts in her lap.

Tohru and her magical touch...

Wait... Wait...

He is a demon. He should be giving orders and make his wife obey, not lay in her lap and allow her to pet him, as if he is some fancy pet and not an Upper Moon.

But Tohru's lip touch his forehead and any fight, any objection leaves his body.

How did that happen? He wonders. Tohru used to be just a pest in his eye, to his side. And yet, now, he can't imagine his life without her.

Every morning, every night, he searches for her hand to hold.

One look from her and his bad mood, his anger disappears.

And there is this strange... Strange feeling in his chest. Warm. Grounded. Like, he belongs there, in her lap, and nowhere else.

What are you doing to me, foolish woman?

Zohakuten swallows and grasps her hand. He kisses her palm, teeth grazing her skin.

- Mine.

- Yours.

[rorronoa]

[apparently-artless]

Gachiakuta Episode 18 & 19 - Enjin

[the-bar-sinister]

"The idea made me horny" is a good enough reason to write anything.

[fangypin]

late night rendezvous ~

[angelozi]

Any snippets of Zohakuten and his wife?

- Lord Zohakuten, you are early.

Tohru is calm, sitting in front of wooden loom. She is wearing new yukata, he notes. Purple, the one she bought when she and Sayuri went on a shopping trip with Lady Rei.

- You said purple is your favorite, - she giggled, showing her purchases late at night, before they went to bed. He blushed and said nothing. But secretly, he was very pleased.

She remembers the small details about him. He offhandedly said that he liked purple once, during some ball he dragged her to.

And it suits her. Makes her look regal, beautiful. She is growing out her hair too, peonies braided in her locks.

Without a word, Zohakuten drops to his knees and rests his head in her lap. Her hands, soft, warm, cradle his face, and he sighs, happily, when her fingers tangle in his hair.

- My brothers are idiots - He mutters, eyes closed. - Can't even fulfill wishes of pregnant woman.

It was stupid. Sayuri has the sudden fixation on almond macarons, and she mostly eats them lately. A sweet little indulgence. Even Zohakuten knows not to deny pregnant, hormonal woman. There could be worse cravings to have. He remembers lady Rei during her pregnancy, and how she longed for ice cream she ate in Italy when she was five.

Almond macarons are easier to find and buy.

Not for his idiot counterparts.

No, he would be surprised if they managed to get them. Sekido, complaining that he wouldn't serve a pregnant woman, served her simple tea cakes. Urogi dragged entire fucking cow inside the house. Aizetsu went out and returned with... Nothing.

But Karaku... Karaku, according to Sayuri, committed the most awful crime.

He brought pistachio macarons instead of almonds.

Saying that Sayuri was mad was an understatment. By the time he and Urami arrived, almond macarons in hand, because unlike some, they paid attention, Sayuri was full on hysterical, the entire house trashed and Karaku on his knees and begging.

Boy, did Zohakuten give them an earful, while Urami calmed his daughter-in-law (Urami's words, not his) down. Karaku especially, the idiot, the so called ideal husband. Sayuri's legs have finally healed, and now he put even more strain on her body.

Fool. Absolute fucking fool.

Now, Zohakuten isn't one to indulge women. Their demands are stupid, and usually he dismisses them. That is, if he is in a good mood. Upset him too much, and your head is gone.

But Sayuri, oddly, is precious to him. Like a stray cat you feed and she becomes attached to you. A heavy, pregnant, hormonal cat. Dear one, nevertheless. Who carried his niece or nephew in her stomach.

- One more mistake, - He hit Karaku in the head, - And we will have another Inori accident.

That seemed to sober up Karaku and he ran to buy even more almond macarons.

By the noises he heard coming from the bedroom, Karaku and Sayuri must have made up.

Tohru laughs at the story, shaking her head. She massages his temples, and he melts in her lap.

Tohru and her magical touch...

Wait... Wait...

He is a demon. He should be giving orders and make his wife obey, not lay in her lap and allow her to pet him, as if he is some fancy pet and not an Upper Moon.

But Tohru's lip touch his forehead and any fight, any objection leaves his body.

How did that happen? He wonders. Tohru used to be just a pest in his eye, to his side. And yet, now, he can't imagine his life without her.

Every morning, every night, he searches for her hand to hold.

One look from her and his bad mood, his anger disappears.

And there is this strange... Strange feeling in his chest. Warm. Grounded. Like, he belongs there, in her lap, and nowhere else.

What are you doing to me, foolish woman?

Zohakuten swallows and grasps her hand. He kisses her palm, teeth grazing her skin.

- Mine.

- Yours.

[ilikegreedraw]

butterfly

[umiiiii1332]

Made a version for AKI because l can