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A SHADOW REFLECTED BEYOND MEMORIES

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「 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 」 here .ᐟ she/her , not spoiler free. sfw blog for both writing and my interests && occasionally suggestive. xix <3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR… these fandoms here ₊˚ .༄

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THE LATEST MOTTOS 𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪

them with a s/o in poor health - kny

holding his baby for the first time - kny

all my lovin’ - yuuta okkotsu x gn!reader

━ ❝ IT’S YOU AND I UNTIL THE END ❞

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in an effort to cleanse the dash, what fruit does prev remind you of? 💗

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omg hii angel i'm so glad to see that you're back on here!! i just got back after a 2 year hiatus so i'm really excited to see what you post and interact with you again! wishing you all the best and hope you're keeping well <33

TARA MY LOVEEE <3 hi bb omg i hope you’ve been well !! i’m so happy to see you online too omg !! we’re both back i love that 😋

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me falling for another blog purely based on drop dead gorgeous themes despite not being in the same fandoms as said blog

omgg thank you pookie

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「 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 」 here .ᐟ she/her , not spoiler free. sfw blog for both writing and my interests && occasionally suggestive. nineteen <3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR… these fandoms here ₊˚ .༄

␥ 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ┆ i. hashtags ii. masterlist iii. taglist iv. mutuals

ⓘ failure to follow the land’s rules will result in a block

THE LATEST MOTTOS 𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪

them with a s/o in poor health - kny

holding his baby for the first time - kny

all my lovin’ - yuuta okkotsu x gn!reader

━ ❝ IT’S YOU AND I UNTIL THE END ❞

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hello does anyone remember me…

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⋆.୨˚ better now than never ⋆୧˚⋆

In which Nagumo proposes to you… well, while falling off a building and you’re torn between kissing him or dropkicking him on the way down. Or both.

pairing: nagumo yoichi x reader. tags: injuries, but nothing more than that. no use of y/n. fluff. romcom. explosion (building). i tried to make this funny 😢

word count: 1.0k

The world is ending in stereo.

The air vibrates with chaos. Gunfire rattles in the distance. Concrete screams as another beam gives way, tearing through the floor like paper. The building is splitting apart, each piece falling in its own slow-motion tragedy.

Shards of glass float lazily through the air, catching the light from a fire somewhere below. A car outside explodes, spinning like a pirouetting ballerina that’s had enough of gravity. Somewhere amid all of this, a forgotten Bluetooth speaker refuses to die. It blares an overly dramatic opera song that fills the collapsing tower like the universe decided to score this disaster for its own amusement.

You’re running through the corridor, boots slipping over dust and shattered glass. Your lungs burn, every breath a gasp of grit and smoke. You can barely hear yourself think over the chaos. Then, behind you, that familiar voice cuts through the destruction like sunlight slicing through smoke.

“Hey, sweetheart! Left looked safer, right?”

You look back, exasperated. “Left is on fire, Yoichi!”

He grins. “Yeah, but the lighting’s romantic!”

Before you can retort, the entire floor shudders beneath your feet. A violent tremor splits the ground between you and him. Metal beams twist. For a single, horrifying heartbeat, you lock eyes. His grin faltering just enough for you to see the panic beneath it.

Then the floor gives way.

The world slows. Gravity vanishes. Everything becomes weightless chaos. Dust, papers, chunks of ceiling, even the smell of gunpowder seem to hang suspended in midair. You see Nagumo above, his coat snapping like a flag, blood streaking his face, and that damn grin still carved into his lips.

He dives after you.

You barely process it before his hand locks around your wrist, pulling you against him mid-fall. The two of you tumble together through the collapsing air, a mess of limbs, debris, and adrenaline. His laughter rings out over the opera’s rising chorus.

“Damn, we really don’t do boring dates, huh?”

“This isn’t a date!” you shout back, clutching his coat like it might save you.

“Sure feels like one!” he says, utterly unbothered as the entire floor disintegrates beneath.

Sparks shower past like divine confetti. The opera swells – violins screaming, sopranos crying out for mercy and for one surreal heartbeat, the world slows. Dust floats. Fire glows. His eyes meet yours through the blur of motion.

He flashes you a grin that’s a little too sincere. “You know...”

“Now isn't the time!”

“– if we make it out alive…” He adjusts his grip, his voice steady even as you both spin through open air.

“Yoichi, I'm warning you!”

“I’m totally marrying you!”

Your heart stops. “WHAT?!”

He’s laughing, full-bodied, absurd, that kind of laughter that shouldn’t exist when death’s an inch away. The opera hits its peak. The two of you keep falling. You see a flash of light as another explosion rips through the building below, painting his grin in gold and smoke.

You yell, half terrified, half furious, “You’re proposing to me while we’re falling to our deaths?!”

“Timing is everything, sweetheart!” he shouts back, gleeful. “Also, I didn’t buy this ring just for it to collect dust!”

“You brought a ring?!”

“Of course I did!”

Then comes another impact, the building still trembling, fragile to its core. He twists midair, wrapping around you as you both crash through the next floor, through glass, through dust, and through chaos. Papers scatter everywhere, the opera fading into a muffled hum beneath the debris.

You land in a heap of rubble and adrenaline. Your heartbeat drowns out everything else. He groans beneath you, then wheezes out a laugh.

“Still alive,” he says, grinning through the dust. “That’s a good sign.”

You lift your head. He’s bruised, bleeding, ridiculous and absolutely radiant. And your injuries are not different from his.

And then, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, he reaches into his coat and pulls out a small, soot-stained velvet box.

“Better now than never, yeah?”

You blink. “You really carried that through all this?”

“Didn’t wanna lose it before giving it to you.”

“Yoichi.”

He grins. “C’mon, say yes before the ceiling decides to join us.”

The opera swells again, faint but insistent; Nessun Dorma bleeding softly through the smoke. You can’t help it; laughter bursts out of you. It’s wild, cracked, and full of disbelief. You shake your head, smiling despite the tears threatening your eyes.

“You’re insane.”

“Yeah,” he says softly, brushing dust from your hair, “but you love me.”

You let out a sigh. The world still humming around you. “Yeah... I do.”

He grins. “There you go. See? It's quite easy.”

“Easy for you to say.”

He chuckles again, brushing a thumb against your cheek, smudging away dust. His hand slides to the back of your head, pulling you close until your forehead rests against his chest.

“Guess that means we’re even,” he murmurs.

You roll your eyes, but your smile is soft, unguarded.

Then, because he can’t resist even now, he adds quietly, “If I die before the ceremony, you still owe me a honeymoon.”

You muffled through his coat, “If you die before I do, I’m haunting you. Fair warning.”

He laughs. Loud. Free. The sound fills the ruined room like sunlight breaking through smoke.

And when he finally leans down to kiss the top of your head, the opera hits its final crescendo and Nessun Dorma soaring like the world itself is clapping for the two idiots who fell in love somewhere between chaos and comedy.

The building groans one last time, dust raining around you both, but neither of you move. For the first time all day, the world feels almost still.

He exhales against your hair. “You know, this might actually top our first date.”

You snort softly. “That was a shootout in a flower shop.”

“Exactly. Romantic.”

Somewhere far above, the ceiling cracks, dust rains down, and you both lie there in the ruins – ridiculous, invincible, and in love. The opera fades into silence, leaving only the sound of your laughter, and the faint, impossible hope that somehow, love could survive even this.

he's been living in my head rent-free, so i decided to write something about him. ✌️

[bee2124]

How it feels getting back into fanfiction and all my old interests again after going off them for a few months

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kny movie out in US tmr i want to watch it so bad :,( i’ve shockingly been able to avoid the movie clips online

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are u piichuu

sorry but no i am not 😣

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how i feel when i make up an angst scenario in my head and actually make myself upset:

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THE MOMENT THEY WANTED TO MARRY YOU

FEATURING. sanemi shinazugawa, giyuu tomioka, obanai iguro & mitsuri kanroji

WARNINGS. gn!reader, fluff, comfort, hcs in drabble form, reader and iguro are naked (no nsfw), hints to iguro’s past

NAVI | KNY MASTERLIST

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA realized he wanted to marry you one day when he came home late at night to find you asleep at the dining table, apparently waiting for him. after the loss of most of his family, the shinazugawa brothers had moved into your home after you offered. you lost your mother to an illness not too long after, making it only you three who inhabited the tiny home.

you always cared for sanemi, and sanemi had always cared for you. so when you learned of his nightly activities, it worried you. sometimes he’d come home with torn clothes, and other days sanemi returned with fresh wounds. if you hadn’t fallen asleep by then, you’d dress his wounds tenderly. it wasn’t any better after joining the demon slayer corps.

the thought of him putting himself in danger like that gnawed at your stomach the first few weeks. but then time passed, and you no longer feared as much. there was always a possibility of losing sanemi, but he proved himself to be strong, both physically and in drive. though, you always prayed for his safety.

your upper body leaned on the low table, chest rising and falling as sanemi approached. the meal you set for him had grown cold a long time ago, but he’ll eat it regardless. first, the boy was going to carry you to your futon. though, the sight of a sleeping genya, whose head rested on your thigh, made him pause.

in his sleep, the young boy clung to your figure. and it was no wonder you only supported your head on the table with one arm, the other one rested on genya’s back. it must’ve been uncomfortable for you, yet you remained in that position for hours, awake or not.

the first one sanemi carried to their respective futon was genya. he was much heavier than before, the older boy thought. he was glad that genya was growing properly, especially with how much you fed him. the black-haired boy loved your cooking so much he almost always ate nearly half of it.

sanemi eventually carried your slouched form to your futon. he set you down gently before placing your blanket over the lower half of your body. you got warm easily, so sanemi knew it would be best to not cover you completely.

the moonlight shone on your sleeping figure as sanemi brushed your stray hairs away from your face. his eyes traveled from you to the cold plate on the table. always so caring, you were. his gaze then landed on genya, who you always treated as your own brother.

sanemi, despite the many things he has yet to comprehend, was sure of one thing— his love for you. the two of you were still teenagers, but he was sure of his feelings. as his fingers traveled from your forehead to your cheek, cupping your face lightly, there was only a single thought that occupied his mind.

one day, in a world free of demons, he’d take your hand and ask you to be his.

it was when you were crying in his arms that GIYUU TOMIOKA knew that he wanted your hand in marriage. although he was skilled, he was rendered unconscious during a mission after slaying two demons with tricky demon blood arts. although he was only unconscious from night till the next afternoon, you couldn’t help but worry.

you were no demon slayer, so the thought of your partner being bedridden had scared you. you rushed to his bedside when giyuu’s crow informed you of his state. and as you sat by his sleeping form, the little butterfly estate girls told you that although he was littered with cuts, none of them were deep.

part of you always believed that giyuu was invincible. even though you knew he was the highest rank in the demon slayer corps, he never came home with worrying injuries. a few small cuts here and there were all treated by you before the two of you fell into bed.

seeing giyuu’s bare torso covered in white patches reminded you that giyuu was not invincible, and even someone skilled like him was vulnerable to injury.

compared to the corps members that already died before giyuu was assigned the mission, he was barely harmed. but since you didn’t see it that way, he saw the tears that brimmed your eyes after he woke up. your hug was gentle as if you’d hurt him if you squeezed him tight.

giyuu snaked his arms around your waist as you cried and told him how you worried for him. your words, even your tears alone spoke volumes about how much you cared for him. the black-haired man held you tighter, knowing that he cared for you just as much, and one day hoped to show you by proposing with a ring fit only for you.

you and OBANAI IGURO were lying bare in bed the moment he realized he wanted to marry you. it was late at night and the two of you had your limbs tangled together underneath a thick blanket, skin-to-skin for half an hour in near darkness. the muted moonlight that shone through the shoji door was only enough to outline the other’s figure.

obanai’s skin burned beneath your smooth fingers, the gentle touch scorching his very being. you always had that effect on him, especially when he was most vulnerable to you, when he was bare.

your fingers brushed the skin of his cheeks, lightly touching the part of his face that he always kept bandaged up. your fingers ran over the bumpy skin once more before you cupped his cheeks, pressing your forehead to his.

there were a few nights you’d spend like this. though, it was always so dark. you wanted to see your lover in full, but knowing how he felt about it, you never forced him to. after all, it had taken you some time to get used to the reminder of your own past; the large scar that ran from your chest to your belly button.

you laid your head back onto your pillow before you asked him if it was okay to light up a candle although you expected him to politely decline. instead, he hesitated before saying you could. after you asked once more to be sure, the black-haired man decided to light the candle for you.

his face, illuminated by the candlelight, turned towards you. obanai watched as you crawled towards him and sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. you told him that his beauty never failed to make you awe as he snaked his hands onto your hips.

you smiled at him lovingly before you laid your head in the crook of his neck, finding comfort in your position. he tucked back a piece of your hair before resting his cheek atop your head. obanai thought someone as tainted as him didn’t deserve such love from you, someone so pure. however, you wandered into his arms with no argument, embracing his being. obanai was sure that when the time was right, he’d marry you under your favorite cherry blossom tree.

the two of you were having brunch when MITSURI KANROJI realized she wanted to marry you one day. being the absolute bundle of joy she was, mitsuri was excited about the brunch the two of you planned days before. you’d be coming over to her estate, so the woman made sure to have lots of food prepared.

you arrived at mitsuri’s estate earlier than planned with a tray of sakura mochi you made just for her. although she ushered you to the dining room while she rushed the rest of her cooking and baking outside, you couldn’t help but wonder what was taking her so long. and when you realized it was because mitsuri was running all over the place to pay attention to everything she was cooking at once, you opted to help her.

you smiled at the love hashira, telling her she didn’t have to do all of this by herself, especially since she was providing for their meal. with a blossoming pink dusted across her cheeks, mitsuri thanked you and the two of you finished soon enough.

with everything set on the table, the two of you dug in. mitsuri babbled about her recent adventures like always, and you listened with a small smile on your face. from the moment you met, mitsuri was always so bright. the happiness she had always oozed out of her being and spread onto you, though you’ve never minded it.

while you found yourself lost in admiring her, another blush made its way onto mitsuri’s cheeks. your fond stare nearly made her heart melt when she noticed it. setting down her bowl, she felt her heart race against her chest as a certain thought crossed her mind.

you seemed to have caught yourself and quickly coughed before eating some of the fluffy pancakes she had made, commenting on how good they tasted. mitsuri giggled before she grinned endearingly. if you got married one day, then maybe the happiness of sharing a single meal would continue forever. truthfully, she wished that day would come soon.

NOTE. i was so into sanemi’s coming up with the other 3’s was a bit difficult 😓 sorry it’s a bit ooc (imo) this is my warm up dw

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Hello! :) If you don't mind, I have a request! I would like Giyuu, Sanemi and Mitsuri with a weak partner. Weak as in a poor immune system and too injured to fight.

If your interested in a little extra story to it- maybe the reader was once a slayer but became so weak after fighting an incredibly strong demon!

THEM WITH A S/O IN POOR HEALTH

FEATURING. sanemi shinazugawa, giyuu tomioka & mitsuri kanroji

WARNINGS. gn!reader, comfort(??), hcs in drabble form, reader is weak from past injuries

NAVI | KNY MASTERLIST

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA became more gentle with you after your body weakened. before your current predicament, the two of you were rivals of sorts. you would always challenge each other, whether it was a training match or being the one to slay more demons in a week.

it was the latter situation when you sustained a fatal blow that, somehow, you miraculously survived. it took everything they had, but the girls of the butterfly estate had saved your life. however, when you woke up, you were told that you could no longer be a demon slayer. your body was no longer the same, so you had to be extremely careful and not risk any more injuries.

knowing that being a slayer was all you had going for you, you were devastated. everyone told you it would be okay, but you knew they were only saying that out of pity. the only one you didn’t hear such words from was sanemi. instead, he told you that your injuries would affect the rest of your life, but for as long as you needed, he’d be by your side. for the first time, you shed tears in front of him.

the dynamic between the two of you had switched since then. since you were no longer a demon slayer, neither of you bothered to challenge the other for fun. and instead of your usual banter, sanemi’s words were more carefully chosen, besides his occasional sarcastic remark. to accompany his kinder words, sanemi had also started to care for you during your recovery and all the times when you fell ill.

sanemi held your hand when your stomach pain was too much to handle and even cooked you meals, which he barely did for himself, when you had no other food to eat. this side of sanemi wasn’t just for anyone to see. aware of that, the two of you knew what it meant. you leaned on him, holding his hand for comfort, and he didn’t push you away. it was then that you knew that you’d have his hand to hold whenever you needed it, just like he had promised.

GIYUU TOMIOKA treats you as if you were more fragile than you actually are. although the two of you were once at the same level of strength, ever since you retired as a hashira, he had treated you with the utmost care. giyuu was always gentle with you, but his new way of things was on another level.

the reason for your retirement was also the same reason why giyuu treated you the way he did. after you sustained serious injuries in a fight with an upper moon demon, your body had not been the same. your frame had grown weak, and you could no longer fight like you used to.

you became ill often, and it happened so much that the head of the corps suggested your early retirement. knowing you could not fight in the state you were in, you had agreed with the master and retired early. through all of this, the one to stay by your side was giyuu.

his actions were always louder than words. when you were under the weather, he’d tend to you unless he was assigned a mission, and when that happened, he always made sure that someone else was there to support you. it often ended up being tanjiro, who conveniently happened to have nothing else to do during those times. he also no longer spoke of those missions unless you asked, aware that you liked being a demon slayer since it was a way to save those in need.

and although his care can sometimes be a tad much, you knew that every action came from the depths of giyuu’s heart, which also held the fear that maybe one day he’d lose you. he wasn’t the type to act overbearing, but the fact that he did so much to care for you meant that his actions were of good intent. giyuu tomioka loved you, and no matter what, he would do anything to look after you.

MITSURI KANROJI worries all too often, even if there is nothing to worry about. before the two of you even met, your body was growing weaker with every mission you went on. after a battle with a certain demon, you became so injured that your body still faced the repercussions of the fight after your recovery.

you met mitsuri when the two of you were assigned on a mission together. the mission was a near disaster when your stomach began to twist, and you were in so much pain that you struggled to move. fortunately, mitsuri was strong and was able to finish the mission herself. 

you quit the corps after your mission together while you were recovering in the butterfly estate. mitsuri, being as kind as she was, chose to visit you, even if the time you spent on the mission together was brief. one visit led to the second, the third, next, and so on. mitsuri learned of your physical state after all the time she spent with you and, not to your surprise, was often worried.

if she ever saw you holding a heavy bag of groceries, the hashira would whisk it out of your hands and carry it the rest of the way. mitsuri also made you the best sweet treats, with lots of fruit to balance the sugar out, and made sure to help you get exorcise. though, your workouts together were the most dreadful because of her endless energy, and you often had to remind her you couldn’t move half as well as she did.

all of mitsuri’s actions, frantic or not, brought a smile to your face. although you were still weak, your pain always felt alleviated whenever she was around. standing by her side, you knew that mitsuri was the remedy you’d forever be healed by.

NOTE. ee guess who finally did a request after forever (this was the first one I got after my recent post LOL). i didn't end up mentioning the fact that the readers issues after her injuries had to do with her immune system, but I still hope this is okay 😭 thank you for requesting as always !

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hi hi, miss angel !! vv late for the demon slayer train (i swear it just hit me again), but arudhsdhh obanai got me like... sighs dreamily <33

side note, how have you been?? it's been a while !! hope the universe is kind to you <33

MISS LIA OMG HII 🥲 it’s been a minute omg i’m so sorry for how late this repsponse is omg i’ve missed u so muchhh 🤍 i’ve been busy with work but soon it’ll be school when i start college so i haven’t had much free time 💔 but how have you been?? hopefully all well like i said i missed you lots and wishing you all good things <3

hehe ever since the movie aired in japan my kny notifs have been going crazy 😭😭 tbh i might have to rehop onto the kny train i miss it lots (and i miss my bb nemi 🥲)

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you’re monthly update that i’m alive hi guys 😝🤍

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What if I spam likes bc I love ur posts sm..

you can spam reblogs if you like them bbg

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