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INBOX: OPEN a writer who’s trying their best requests, drabbles, rants, musings, headcannons!

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hey.

god i have. like. no writing spoons. but guess what? i sure as fuck have drawing spoons.

i’ll share the blong handle once it’s set up

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be kinder to your past selves

[werewolbachia]

there might be no permanent state of the self but those bitches were still you! show them some kindness, they were trying and living how they thought they should even if you wouldn't want to go back to them

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GONNA WRITE POKEMON LEGENDS OF ARCEUS STUFF BC I LOVE THIS GAME

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(Hey, hello! If anyone would like me to write pokemon starter matchups for them, send them in please! Currently bored!)

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Life After.(Bede)

On Bede’s life after the Darkest Day and Rose’s arrest.

The Darkest Day is something like a dream for Bede. The rush of battling Gloria is still flooding his ears, he can’t think, only feel, then-

Something overwhelming, more so than anything he has ever felt in his life. The red wraps around his throat, the presence suffocating him. The sky is red, wisps of malicious purple floating in some kind of hurricane. He can’t quite feel, as if his soul has been pushed out his body, and he’s just scared, he can’t breathe-

Something solid grasps his shoulder, then like a blanket, it sweeps over him, and he’s gone. 

He finds himself in a cleaning outside of the city, and his Hatterene stumbles around him, hair shifting like a veil as her tiny body tries to support his.

The next couple hours are a blur, somehow, but some miracle, he ends up at Opal’s, to which he then promptly collapses onto the couch. Vaguely, he thinks that Opal would scold him for not taking off his shoes or changing out of his uniform...

His entire body aches, throat raspy from whatever the hell happened in the Rose stadium. He has probably been to hell, he figures, whispers of red and purple and wind and screaming and 

Hatterene. She has teleported him out when he was too scared to move, to think, the crushing force of the storm suffocating him. There’s shame for being weak, which he pushes aside.

Of course, Opal’s there, because she always is, with a piping hot cup of earl grey and a coy smile on her face. She gently explains how she came home after looking for him in Wyndon only to find him battered and asleep on the couch. It’s odd, because Bede excepts her to sound angry for wasting her time, but he can find any anger. (He’s never been able to find anger in Opal’s voice. That was different from Olena.)

And so they drink their tea, and wait the catastrophe out. Something like a week passes, and Bede’s not surprised that it was Gloria and Victor who put a stop to it all.( Of course they are the one’s to fix everything, everything mess he and his father Rose creates, he thinks bitterly.)

He goes with Opal to watch the final match, which Gloria of course, wins (but that never made it any less exhilarating, with the way he battled with a fire behind her eyes). He meets her in the afterparty, her face flushed and red with joy as she hugs her Cinderace with glee. She looks happy(and he plunges down the jealousy that arises).

It’s actually Victor who pulls him aside at a dinner party, holding his hand, and looking straight into his eyes. Victor explains, and all Bede can do is laugh. It’s all things he should have expected, with the wishing stars that summon dynamax and Rose’s feverous control over the power plant--

he hates himself for not seeing it before. For a long while, he just stares at his hands. He remembers raiding every cave, destroying Stow-on-Side, and for what? The apocalypse? 

Victor stays there for a very long time with him. Faintly, he feels bad for him, because it must be awkward, sitting in the bathroom of a fancy restaurant with the orphan when he’d surely rather be with Hop or his sister. Bede hums, trying to tell Victor to go, have some fun. He still stays, why, Bede isn’t sure.

It isn’t before long that Bede gets swept up by his new title as gym leader. While there are congratulations to be made and Alcremie shops to visit ,but he still has to train to be the best he can. 

He falls into routine, training from morning until lunch with Opal, then training by his lonesome with his pokemon. Every Wednesday, the twins take it upon themselves to visit Bede, battle, pulling Hop and Mareanie along. Opal laughs, teasing him on how soft he is with his friends (friends. friends. he has friends, and for some reason that astonishes him)

He doesn’t have to think about Rose. It’s because Bede is slow and weak, and there are just some part of his past he isn’t quite able to accept yet. Its a wound raw and refreshed with every memory of a disappointment. There’s anger there, too, which then fizzles into resignation. 

Opal notices, becuase of course she does, and allows Bede the day off. It isn’t a Wednesday or anything, just a day off for seemingly no reason. 

Bede doesn’t talk, he thinks. Then he acts, as if they are parallel to each other. Rose is in prison, therefore he doubts anyone is taking care of his pokemon. Therefore, Bede should care for them.

He does have to get through to Olena. She’s still tall with sharp heels and a sharper tongue, but something about her seems so...worn. There’s pity for her in Bede’s heart, but still fear, and still not forgiveness just yet. She gives him the pokemon and never speaks more than necessary.

Bede and Rose’s pokemon have never really interacted all too much. Simple business, professionalism, commands and obeying. Knock down this, Copperajah. Slash, Perrsercker. They look at him warily, quiet, steely. He can’t blame them, because that was their relationship, simple orders laced with apathy and indifference. They knew to obey.

Sadly, Bede recognizes the similarities. 

Bede talks to them, tosses a ball, sits with them as he does with any other member of his team. They warm up to him over the years, his team welcoming them with open arms: Reuniclus zips around with Klingklang, and Rapidash and Ferrothorn has taken a liking to sitting together and watching the others play. Copperajah and his new Alcremie have a funny relationship, where Copperajah tosses the little pokemon on his trunk, Alcremie giggling as if to say, ‘again, again!’

It takes two years like that for Bede to come to terms with-with everything. Well, everything he can remember, but processing Olena’s scoldings and Rose’s absence are easier with people like Victor to listen, Mareanie to offer advice, and Gloria and Hop to distract them by going on some fun exploration.

He makes up his mind, he’s had enough waiting. The day he approaches the law enforcement about allowing his foster-father go free is a quiet one. And for once, he’s quiet too--none of the loud bravado, just a simple request. It’s quiet in uptown Wyndon when he forgives Rose.

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Life After. (Rose)

Some head cannons for post-game Rose and Bede.

For Rose, life after Eternatus is...unexpected. Maybe not unexpected, perhaps odd and new.

Rose is a rich man, and despite his wealth being self-made, he doesn’t have many memories of being without his penthouse, the view overlooking Wyndon, plush carpets. But he doesn’t complain, just shifts awkwardly.

Rose barely remembers the trial. Quick easy, the jury out and in in no more than maybe thirty minutes. He’s charged with “crimes against humanity”. He tries not to laugh at that, since that’s about the opposite of what he intended.

A lifetime sentence. While it seems like a long time for some, it both does and doesn’t for Rose: that’s a long time for him, but the ever looming energy crisis is something that will outlive yet seems to rush at him.

At first, there is frustration, at himself, at the guards, at the champion and Leon, because he was going to make this right. He was going to fix the energy crisis they were all blind to, so how dare they lock him up? How dare he fail?

But Rose is quiet. He never says a word to the guard about what he thinks of them, offering quiet banter every so often.

Once the anger washes over, Rose realizes that his “cell” is more akin to a room, fit with a bed, equipped with a pillow and comforter, his own bathroom. There’s a common area where there’s a tv with some plush sofas.

He’ll sit there in the commons, lukewarm coffee resting in his palms, and idly listens to the news. There’s something about the new champions, the siblings, Victor and Gloria. He remembers them, Gloria with a fiery battle passion and Victor, calm and strategic. They’re smart kids, young at fifteen, and have taken the mantle of champion between the two of them.

Rose sighs. They had so much potential, he wishes he sponsored them instead.

He catches a glance at his previous charge, Bede. It’s disappointment at first sight, and a twinge of guilt (though at who, Rose can’t tell). He’s shed everything Rose had given him, the fishing coat right down to the gold rolex he’d gifted Bede for his thirteenth. He stand straight, and from what he can tell, Bede looks happy-

Rose leaves to go to bed.

On other days, he’ll think about Olena, on others his Pokémon. They’re almost one in the same to Rose: loyal, with a professional facade masking some affection, way down below. He misses them, and wonders what they are doing. Is Olena taking care of Marco Cosmos? How are his Pokémon?

Rose isn’t known for doing much at all in prison, and the idea of “rotting” there is laughable, especially with how the place is.

Rose is let out on parole three years after he unleashed Eternatus upon Galar.

A guard drives him home, middle of the night, to his penthouse. It’s stale, and quiet, and he cracks open a window to let the sounds and sights of the city flood in. God, he’s missed being home.

Olena finds him, because that’s what she always does. They’re steel type trainers, they have a tendency to attract each other despite their stubbornness. She isn’t romantic through actions, just looks him in the eye and smiles, inviting him home.

Not a week later, his six poke balls arrive on his doorstep. Boxed in nondescript brown, left at some six in the morning. It’s quiet in Wyndon, but there’s nobody to be seen down the streets. He pulls the box in and shuts the door.

What hurts the most is that his Pokémon recoil at him, first. His Ferrothorn hardens its spikes, Perrserker looks shy. His Copperajah barely looks at him.

It occurs to Rose the last time they saw each other, it was fighting on the Darkest Day. He remembers the fear radiating off them, Eternatus’s presence spiking their fear, and Rose urging them to fight anyway.

He lays his head in his hands. God, what had he done?

It’s slow. They’re slow to trust him again, and Rose doesn’t blame them. He spends most of his time home upon Olena’s insistence, but he and his Pokémon stare each other down. It’s quiet.

The next surprise he gets also appears on his doorstep at six am.

It’s Bede.

It’s odd to look at him now, dressed in pastel and not fuchsia, seeing him older with a sharper jaw but somehow he looks softer. All Rose can think is “The time away from me has done him well.”

Bede tells Rose to let out his Pokémon, and he does, with reluctance. He doesn’t want to, not with how they act, but Rose feels like he owes Bede at least this.

His Pokémon blink before coming over the nuzzle Bede, who returns with soft pets on Copperajah’s trunk and sutra he’s between Perrsecker’s ears. Rose is in shock, mind slowed, and something clicks with a silent “oh.”

Bede meets the eyes with Rose’s Pokémon, who meet his gaze, then holds onto Rose’s sleeve. A kinship, understanding, between both afraid and used, and with a smile from Bede, his Pokémon take that as their cue.

It does take a while, but Bede now visits him often, letting his Pokémon trust arose again little by little. They talk softly unlike they ever have before. Bede is twenty, a gym leader, and he murmurs about his friends, Victor and Gloria and Mareanie and Hop. He has a soft smile when he talks about him, one Rose has never seen on him before.

It’s odd to see how much Rose has missed, in the world, from his Pokémon, from Bede. But little by little, they’re getting better.

Rose thinks, maybe, just maybe, if this is the future of Galar, then I won’t have to worry about Galar after all.

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on bede, rose, and olena

(or, how not to raise a child)

So it’s to no one’s surprise that bede is a touch starved orphan to begin with

He just wants Rose’s attention so bad

Despite Rose adopting Bede when he was about ten years old( giving them about six-seven years before swsh begins, I headcanon the main cast as 15-17) Rose never really paid attention to Bede?

Sure, Rose was there at the orphanage, flaunting his donations and philanthropy like any wealthy person would

And yes he adopted this “troubled pokemon prodigy”

But it was half him wanting a child to groom into a new champion ( plus the added bonus of the narrative of raising the troubled orphan to greatness, the press will really eat that one up) and the other half olena finding the best one there

In the beginning, life was good for Bede

Love, attention, clothes, the warmth of a bed and food, his very own pokemon-

It was more than he could ever dream of!

So this ten year old-this child- absolutely adores Rose

But after a week or so, Rose has to return to work, and suddenly has very little time for Bede

And so Bede does what every child would: he works his ass off to impress him

Sure, he’s enrolled in some fancy school in upper Wydon and has the top scores in his class

But he could do more

He spends his nights barely sleeping, studying until midnight, and training until after

He all but collapses during school and his head is constantly pounding and his vision blurry—

But you know what? It’s worth it.

Because every so often Rose will stop by, order some dinner for them, and congratulate him, before pressing on to work ever harder,

And Bede’s heart soars.

At the end of the day, with two papers half-written on his hardrive, a stack of books to study, and bleary eyes—it’s nothing. It’s worth it.

But it’s not enough.

Eventually, Rose’s visits peter out from weekly to monthly to seasonally—

(During his graduation, Bede scans the crowd for his father Rose, and when his classmates ask him, he loftily quips that of course, Rose has better, more important than their parents, and has other work)

Bede sees Olena maybe on a monthly basis, only for her to regard him coldly, and say that now that he’s out of school, he can look for wishing Stars and be useful

At this point Bede is running on pure spite

(Spite at what? His parents for leaving? Olena for pointing his every flaw? Rose for being a figure-head father? Himself for not being enough for anyone? The world may never know)

So, naturally, he can’t be mopey and sad and tired, because he’s Rose’s son successor (“Appearences,” Olena once said to time, stripping off his old clothes, an opal pendant his mother once gave him, discarding it amping tin brown clothing, “Reflect on Rose. You look poorly, and so does he. We can’t have that happen, can we?”) so he then turns into the cockiest little bitch

Bede carries Rose’s name, he was enrolled into the best school in Galar, so Appearences are e v e r y t h i n g .(aka he ends up with a lot of false bravado because that’s all he really has)

After graduating, he constantly breaks lesser rules, with no real parental figure to tell him no, and he’s actually more of a delinquent than he was in the orphanage

But he’s not really a bad kid, just acts out for attention like your everyday attention-starved kid

But he stops the first time when he actually gets attention and it’s disappointment

Some kid was mouthing off Rose, and Bede actually beats the kid up. No pokemon, just Bede

It turns into a media scandal, the chairman’s son beating the tar out of a kid, and Rose scrambles with public apologies and Olena slides in some hush money as well

And god, the tongue lashing he gets from Olena spans two hours, but Rose’s disappointment sure is something else for Bede

Just a frown and a few words, and Bede is nothing, without Rose, nothing. (Olena makes sure he knows that.)

So then, he shuts up, nearly for good. Finds darker corners of Wyndon, sits around the forest around town, never really talking to anyone. Just sitting.

One day, he just leaves. Makes off to wander a bit, away from the bright lights of Wyndon. (It’s not like Rose and Olena really care as long as he doesn’t pull another stunt)

His hattene finds him as Bede is swinging his legs off the bridge between Hammerlocke and Route 5. Just looking up at the stars, being quite at all that. Bede doesn’t say a word as the small thing plops into his lap, just begins stroking her hair. The boy always had a talent for connecting with pokemon, after all.

By then, it’s a couple months before the main story of SwSh. He’s all quite until the Gym Challenge is brought up, and people start whispering, and all of a sudden, he’s back with Rose, chin up, arrogance at full force.

(But his pokemon know-they always did- that Bede was never a bad kid. In the quiet, under the stars, he was kind. Just has his North Star thrown off kilter, that’s all.)

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domestic inozentan? domestic inozentan.

(College, Modern AU, where they all share an apartment off campus)

Tanjiro cooks in the kitchen, long bangs pinned up by some dollar store hair pin, humming and swaying a little as he cooks

Inosuke’s there, of course, stealing food from the pan and the table and sometimes straight out of Tanjiro’s hands

(Like, once, Tanjiro was taste testing some soup and Inosuke just reaches over his shoulder to lick the spoon and mumbles “more salt”)

Tanjiro never minds Inosuke just being very Inosuke-esque and devouring everything in his way

Zenitsu does!!

“Tanjirouuuu he’s eating all the fooooood!!!”

“It’s okay!! I’ll make more!!!”

#blessthisboy

Zenitsu honestly could care less that Inosuke’s eating his food, he’s more annoyed that he’s eating Tanjiro’s hard work without a care!!

But will he ever say that? Nope.

It took them a while to save up for a bigger bed for them. They used to all sleep together in two twin beds pushed together-and then Inosuke fell down the middle. Then they tied the beds together with belts

Tanjiro usually comes home the latest. Inosuke gets out earlier than Zenitsu, but doesn’t go home until Zenitsu gets out of classes

Sometimes they’ll just go home, but sometimes they’ll wait at Tanjiro’s job (coffee shop barista) to wait for him too!

Going home, Inosuke is the one most likely to give his jacket to one of the others becuase “I’M THE KING OF THE MOUNTAINS WHAT COLD”

Inosuke and Zenitsu end up stealing the blanket most of them time

(Tanjiro doesn’t mind, just snuggles closer to them for warmth)

Zenitsu has a mild sensory problem, mostly with his hearing and his anxiety acting up

He doesn’t do well with parties or loud noises and stuff, easily startled and spooked, sometimes gets bad headaches and migraines at loud sounds and bright lights

On days like that, even though they don’t have the same schedule, Inosuke and Tanjiro will gladly take/drive him home

Warm him up in a nice warm blanket and tea

(Zenitsu’s favorite is citrus-ginger!)

When Zenitsu feels insecure, when they bring him home and love him, Inosuke yells-encourages him and Tanjiro just gives him kisses all over his face

Tanjiro gets really bothered by certain smells! Before he was really comfortable with them, he would just open windows saying he was hot or something

(When they found out, it was when Tanjiro started gagging at the scent of some cleaners)

Now everything is lemon-scented! Only good smells for the goodest boy!!

Tanjiro also has started a candle obsession, spending, like, a quarter of his salary on B&BW (he has a membership, and everyone at their local B&BW knows him!)

Weekends are verrrrry sleepy

Everyone is out, even Tanjiro, who’s usually a morning person but is worn out by the week

Inosuke wakes up first( he’s the type who just has to do something ) and sometimes he’ll just wiggle out of bed to try ( keyword: try) to make them breakfast!

The first time, it was blackened pancakes, so he boils eggs and makes tea becuase it’s kind of hard to mess up boiling water

(He’s actually pretty good at eggs, actually. Not too soft, not to hard, once he got the hang of it)

Inosuke usually wants to go somewhere by afternoon, he’ll usually walk Tanjiro to work by noon

(Zenitsu is invited, but he’s too sleepy. He doesn’t wake up until one in the afternoon, usually)

(do people want more of this? tell me if you want more, then I’ll write some!!)

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the pillars are family

💕Mitsuri Kanroji💕

she’s honestly the one to start it all

Constant, “oh, you’re so cute!”s and “wow, they’re so cool!”s…this girl is so full of love what else do you expect??

Constantly tries to include Tomioka despite his icy reception to it

Misturi loves hugs, cuddles, kisses, and all sorts of touchy-feeling ways of showing love

She’s the most affectionate, tackling others with hugs, especially with Rengoku and Gyomei, who are tall enough for her to sit on their shoulders

She constantly snuggles with Muichiro, despite the boy being anywhere between indifferent to annoyed

(He begins to honestly enjoy it, and misses her when they work away from each other)

Insists that everyone meet up for lunch when they’re all working in separate regions

She tries to cook for everyone, especially Muichiro(“He’s so tiny!”) but is honestly better at eating and cooking

(Shinobu teachers her how to cook a little)

The most likely to throw herself in front of others for danger

When one of them comes back injured, she just runs and tackles them and her eyes are waterfalls

Crazy aunt that everyone loves

💠Tengen Uzui💠

L O U D

loud, tough, and will protect at all costs!!!

Usually takes part in the more forward-teasing of the other pillars, playfullly challenging him

But he has a good sense when enough is enough

Honestly the best at giving advice, in his crass kind of way

Outspoken, will comment directly when he notices something off

No tact, but big heart

📿Gyomei Himejima📿

(Dad???)

Surprisingly, Gyomei is actually the second most affectionate with the others (speaking in terms of genuine affection)

It’s just like taking care of the kids at the temple all over again

(Sometimes, they remind him of the temple so much that it hurts)

He’s more likely to just listen everyone and smile to himself

And he’s extremely intuitive when the others are feeling down,

He’ll usually try to cheer them up indirectly, by leaving stuff that they were looking for in plain sight

Other time’s he’ll tell Mitsuri to cheer them up (really, just telling them someone is down is enough)

In dire cases *cough*Tomioka*cough*, he’s the one to remind them to eat, and you know... take care on themselves

Honestly the best person to vent to, sympathetic and quiet

God, he loves playing with children, and letting them climb him while he’s as still as a tree

There’s admiration from everyone else, but also gushing over how s o f t this man is

🦋Shinobu Kocho🦋

Sneaky!!!

Also sassy

God, she loves teasing everyone(Tomioka especially), sometimes, she doesn’t really know when to stop...

She seems abrasive to anyone on the outside, but the pillar’s eventually learn there’s no ill will in her japes

She’ll go out with Muichiro and they’ll judge people together

Mitsuri and Shinobu cook together, Mitsuri mostly trying to bake sweets while Shinobu usually makes herbal soups and teas

Gyoumei knew her since her sister became a pillar, and has honestly adopted her and constantly looks after her

Whenever anyone is sick, Shinobu insists to personally watch over them and deal with their medical procedures

(This goes along with lecturing the hell out of them)

On days when they come back injured, she never sheds a tear, instead stony and determined

In the end, she’s at their bedside, claiming she’s there for some medical reason or another, which saves the prides of herself and some one the more prideful boys (Tomioka and Senemi specifically)

💧Tomioka Giyuu💧

He’s trying, ok?

He’s still aloof and quiet and reserved- that much is obvious to anyone

But when he’s around the other pillars, and they’re joking and everything’s okay, his shoulders relax and his smile softens

Actually even seems shy and unsure of himself? And he’ll just hover in the back until Kyojuro and Mitsuri slings him into some Family Bonding

Once, when he was really tired, Kyojuro hugged him from behind and just kind of sunk into it and eventually fell asleep

In his sort of roundabout affect, actually gets to calling the pillars by their first names

He’s almost used to Mitsuri’s affections, only if she didn’t jump him-

(He asked Mitsuri to help him make ohagi for Sanemi. It took a lot of guessing and awkward pauses, but he got the point across)

He’s not awkward with Shinobu at all. They spend most of their time bickering over little things, however, that’s just they are. A frenemies kind of situation

🐍Obanai Ijuro🐍

Also a sneaky boy

But less of Shinobu’s I’ll-tease-you-and-give-you-disguised-compliments brand of sneaky, he’s more of I-don’t-care-about-you-but-I’ll-kill-anyone-that-hurts-you kind of sneaky love

Obanai’s the most honest with Mitsuri, but that’s really just gripping her hand and getting outwardly upset and jealous for her

Everyone else he’ll kind of hiss at??

“Affection??? BLEH”

(Mitsuri knows he’s actually so soft)

(Handholding, physical touch, but not in the way Mitsuri or Kyojuro is—subtle, quiet, but reaffirming)

🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

Along with Mitsuri, the most affectionate out of them all

Lots of hugs from the back, usually lifting them up(except with Gyomei, which in that case, he’lol just squeeze him really hard)

Lots of carrying people as affection

(Sometimes, when Shinobu and Tomioka are arguing a lot, he’ll just swing the both of them over his shoulders til the calm down)

So w a r m

Just, actually the warmest, cuddliest person

Every pillar has woken up with Kyojuro’s haori on them at some point

Yelling is the best way to cheer people up, according to him

But despite that, he’s quite profound when giving motivating speeches

Where Gyoumei acts as some sort of human jungle gym, Kyojuro loves to actively play with the village children

Great with kids and will happily amuse Muichiro in whatever he wants (usually cloud watching, in which Kyojuro is very loud but also very wholesome)

(“LOOK THAT CLOUD LOOKS LIKE OHAGI”)

(“mmmhmm”)

Usually acts Sanemi and Tomioka to spar

Him and Uzui are drinking buddies

🌪Sanemi Shinazugawa🌪

RAWR

crass, easily pissed

(but honestly??? he just cares a lot. like, way too much)

he’s more likely to actually fight people if they hurt any of the pillars

God forbid anyone badmouths his family

Less soft like Iguro, and more tsundere-ish?

Like, he only shows affection after a long while

And he’s quiet, but firm, never really saying anything

That, or he’s desperate

And yelling

And crying

Berates the others sometimes, usually in a less angry and more “you scared me half to death”

(But it’s not like he’ll admit it)

🌬Muichiro Tokito 🌬

b a b y

Yeah, he gets babied by the others a lot

(He has Mitsuri wrapped around his finger easily)

Not that they forget his strength— it’s just Muichiro is such a kid sometimes

For one, he has a sweet tooth, and constantly swipes some mochi Mitsuri and Shinobu are making

He tends to wander around aimlessly and just kind of looks at things with an awe or curiosity

He fidgets with his haori a lot, too— the fabric is a lot nicer than anything’s he’s ever had before—this leads to Mitsuri getting him a small plush

He also has a tendency to fall asleep during peacetime, anywhere, anytime

Never the one to refuse Mitsuri’s cuddles, she’s comfy after all

[ken-pen]

those himbo slayers are dating, you can’t convince me otherwise🐗🎴⚡️

Who was the first to really catch feelings? Who knows, they’re all so oblivious but so obvious

(Shinobu knew, placed all of them in the same infirmary, all next to each other)

(Inosuke stopped grumbling so much when he was moved in with Zenitsu, stopped looking so lethargic. He hadn’t spoken since he was taken into the Butterfly Estate, but after a couple days with Zentisu, he actually started teasing him)

(Then Tanjiro came in and Inosuke would rock and bounce and wiggle in impatience and worry while Tanjiro was asleep)

(Zenitsu would look over and lay on his belly watching and listening to Tanjiro sleep while he was out, and he would do this for hours)

She teases each of them lightly about it, offhandly remarking to Zenitsu that “Wow, you really love Tanjiro-kun, don’t you?”

And his face is r e d (half becuase holy shit hashira but him and Tanjiro??? Beautiful, lovely Tanjiro?)

Whenever Inosuke and Zenitsu stayed behind in training, most encouragements were centered around Tanjiro, how to impress him and be strong like him, and training with him...

Tanjiro writes back to Urodaki about Zenitsu and Inosuke, and he sends maybe a couple sentences on how’s he’s doing, then PAGES on his amazing partners in demon slaying

Tanjiro really admires both of them, and tries to mimic their breath styles, asks them to train him

Early morning practice sessions become a thing with Tanjiro and Inosuke, practicing on campsites in the early morning dew...

Zenitsu watches them, awoken by the noise halfway through, and just watches how beautiful they are

They all sleep together at night, Inosuke in the middle, holding both of them, feeling their soft breaths and snores like purrs of a cat that let him drift off to sleep

(Inosuke knows their hands, the scuffs and calluses, sneaking his hand in one of theirs for comfort)

Zenitsu falls asleep listening to Tanjiro’s soft breathing and Inosuke’s snores—it used to be a little annoying, but now they’re the most soothing sound in the world, their heartbeats and breathes letting him know they’re all alive and okay

(Sometimes, after a battle, Zenitsu would cry with his head to their chests, thanking god, they’re here and their hearts are beating and they’re okay-)

And Tanjiro just lulls to sleep next to them, watching them ever vigilant. Their scent- how close they are together, an arm’s length away—it’s nice, knowing he can protect them, if anything.

The first time they kiss, its Inosuke’s fault.

Actually it’s Uzui’s fault

It’s Zenitsu that gets scared again, crying and rubbing his eyes and holding onto Tanjiro and Inosuke kinda just SMASHES his lips on this boy

(Inosuke saw it in the red light district and taught by the Butterfly Estate triplets—a girl was crying, and a guy kissed it better)

Zenitsu, in true Zenitsu fashion, freaks out

(Also his lip got cut)

They just kind of stand there and wonder, and eventually it’s forgotten

Until Zenitsu notices Inosuke visible upset at something, and he just does a small peck on the cheek

God, there’s so much confusion

Then it’s Tanjiro, having kinda caught on (“You kiss someone you’re close too!”) and starts kissing the both of them on the foreheads after battles and literally whenever he wants to

Somewhere between the life-and-death battles and tears, the trio is basically inseparable, kisses and hugs and hands held on a daily, hourly, basis

(Still, someone has to point it out to them.)

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🎴⚡️🐗three himbos walk into a haunted house🐗⚡️🔖🎴

It goes like this: Tanjiro’s holding on the Inosuke to prevent him from punching one of the actors and Zenitsu’s holding onto Tanjiro’s haori, sobbing

Tanjiro never really gets scared, just applauds the actors on how scary they are and how good their acting is—he’s kind of like a doting grandma

He goes “Wow” and just appreciates the effort put into the haunted house

Zenitsu at least know’s they’re not demons—the actors still sound like humans

That doesn’t mean he isn’t scared!

At jump scares he pretty much jump-hugs Tanjiro in fright

The owners of the haunted house actually give him a bag of candy to get him to shut up a little

He’s yelling for every god he knows of to help him

And then there’s Inosuke, not really getting that it’s just for fun and trying to punch the living light out of the “demons”

There’s a lot of yelling, as there always is with Inosuke, half at the actors and half at Tanjiro for holding him back

Eventually he tires himself out and just lets Tanjiro guide him, one hand on his haori and another in a bag of candy he stole

He also tries to eat a jack-o-lantern and gets his head stuck

Happy Spooky Day

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on the hanahaki illness

Weeds are known as plants grown in the wrong place. A misplaced flower, no matter how beautiful it may be, is a weed nonetheless.A parasitic plant that drains the nutrients of the surrounding area, the soil, and inevitably kills the organism living nearby, upsetting the natural balance of the environment. In more cases than not, a weed is an exotic intruder on the homes of the native plants. The native plants, unused to the sudden change, perhaps not receiving enough nutrients with new competition or having its sunlight blocked by the newer, higher leaves of the new plant, may die. While the native organism has adapted to its predators through thousands of years of evolution and adaptation, the introduction of an invasive species is often too sudden for the organisms to adapt, often times leading to the extinction or endangered status of natives.

Recently, due to rising temperatures, causing a higher saline level in some soils, higher ph in others, many more plants have seen to become carnivorous. The strange phenomena began in humans during war time, in which weeds would germinate in the bodies of fallen soldiers and casualties. However, carnivorous plants have been recorded growing on other forms of life, beginning with other plants, then animals, for the better part of a decade. However, the transfer from animals to humans was a shock to many. Despite the first true case of hanahaki being unknown, the first cases where known to be of middle eastern children, where open and untreated wounds were germinated by a branch of the plant azolla fern, most commonly in areas where the water quality was poor and nearby farm or forested areas. The germination of plants on dead body parts, such as legs and arms became increasingly common, even on living hosts. However, a sudden mutation allowed for the plants to be able to live on human bodies and limbs even without the wound being severely damaged, wherein the plants have evolved to be more efficient in uproot and nutrient collection from animals and humans.

Asia and the Middle East were the first areas to have recorded incidents of the soon to be known hanahaki disease. While ferns and fungi were the most common parasitic plants to be found on living bodies, it was the infamous case of Azami Kumiko that gave the disease a name. Azami had already been suffering from an immunodeficiency, which was being treated for by supplements, both in pill form and injection. Furthermore, Azami also had broken her leg, and was being treated with consideration of her immunodeficiency, placed in isolation and watched for any signs of infection on the wound. It was a dandelion plant that eventually killed Azami, infecting her wound. She suffered coughing fits, high fever, and vomiting as the wound was infected and the spores and pollen traveled through her blood stream. Azami Kumiko died in the winter the year she was infected, the doctors unable to cure the disease.

While the death of Azami Kumiko is indeed tragic, her death and autopsy lead to the discovery of the hanahaki disease. Throughout cases of hanahaki, doctors were able to draw a link between worsen immune systems and the hanahaki disease, as well as factors that affect the immune system. Those suffering from clinical depression, which lowers immoeffiency, where often suffers of hanahaki, causing the reputation of hanahaki to be a ‘disease of heartache’ or ‘heartsickness’.

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on elven

Elves has been depicted as human-like creatures with an affinity for magic, often sought our with their trademarked ears.

Forest elves are those with the most dramatic pointed ears as well with the largest and most rounded pinna. Furthermore, forest elves tend to have larger pupils with more dramatic dilation in size. These are adaptations for hearing prey russell in the bushes and trees, often being rabbits, elk, or deer. Once an elf detects the presence of prey, their eyes hone into the prey, which they are able to use a bow or targeted spell to capture and kill the prey. While having excellent eyesight and hearing, unlike humans, forest eleven do not have much stamina, as they have evolved to target their prey from a distance. Because of this shortcoming, domesticated elk are also common in elven communities. Norse and Celtic elves are where from humans derive the stereotypical picture of an elf: fair skin, pointed ears and large eyes, which resulted from the amicable relationships between elvens and humans( with human communities' healthy fear and reverence of magic and other fae-folk).

While a forest elf’s diet mostly consists of protein, elven in cold environments tend to have a diet mostly based on sugars and fats. Polar elven have much smaller ears, smaller than humans, with a pinna of only an inch or two in radius. This is to protect from frostbite. Also, whereas forest elves have the largest dilation, polar elves have the smallest, as well as a form of vitiligo where darker patches of skin exist surrounding their eyes. Elves of polar descent have a naturally high percentage of unsaturated fats as well as high cholesterol and bigger arteries. Once again, polar elves do most hunting from a distance, using both targeted spells, but also circular runes and traps for prey, such as polar bears and white foxen.

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on sirens

The most traditional image of mermaid comes from sighting in Southeastern Europe, most prominently in Greece, Italy and Spain. This idea of a mermaid actually stems from only one branch of mermaid, the siren. Long hair and pale coloration aids int merfolk both in seducing human prey, as well as in camouflaging themselves from the bottom from underwater prey. These merfolk are apex predators, highly intelligent, capable of empathy and ruthlessness both in how they attract their prey. In fact, human romanization of merfolk actually helped merfolk in their hunt for humans. Early mermaids had to take care in hiding many of their aquatic details, such as fins and lack of ear pinna in order to trick human sailors into seduction and drowning. However, as the tale of merfolk began to form and take place in human culture, more and sirens were able to seduce humans more easily.

A siren’s song is based on the natural magical prowess of the area and the human’s belief, in which the siren is able to use the human conscious and manipulate the subconscious into believing it. Merfolk are masters of gaslighting. Furthermore, once a ship is in their territory, merfolk can easily active any runes nearby. It is not the speech only of a siren that lures a human to its shore, but the careful manipulation of the human subconsciousness and the influence of the runes.

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on puella magi

The basis of physics harbors a single rule, constant and unchanging even throughout science and magic- the continuation of matter and energy, nothing destroyed or created, simply recycled over and over. From the magical world comes the swindlers with coated sweet worlds and smiles will grant the gullible anything they wish- but for a price, whether stated explicitly or not. And it is too often the young who will overlook the fine print and jump into the lives of magic, lives they have no understanding of, feet first and eyes shut.

The potential energy of a soul comes from all its pontential futures, on top of that, the energy to power a living sentient creature, on top of that, the willpower to keep living, and so on until the value of a soul is an infinity upon infinity. Of course, some infinities are greater than others, as the possibilities from zero to one to two, but for the swindler, the benefit is, 9.999 times out of the ten, entirely worth the cost. Some use the human soul for power, a resource, for food, and such on. This makes a human transmutation immpossible, short of somehow, finding the a soul that values the same as another. Still,as long as not too many are killed off in one instant, the resource of the human soul is plentiful, billions on one planet alone.

They do not see it as cruel, the same as killing livestock is not cruel for humans. Even with creative use of that energy, even using a human soul to increase humanity’s chance of survival, in the most die cases, humans refuse. Becuase at the end of the life of a puella magi, they only know pain and suffering of the people long gone, the people left behind, and the people who will take their place.

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on magic based therapy

Sirens are very helpful with the use of their song and runes in order to help sedate humans. They are most commonly used alongside chemical sedation. However, use of a siren’s song is most helpful in cases where there is no chemical sedatives nearby, or if the patient is at a high risk of waking mid-operation. For this reason, sirens are often stationed in ambulances, either to sedate or calm the patient. Several medical fields are in high demand for sedative-specialized sirens, such as children’s hospitals, ICUs, and psychiatric wards. Furthermore, sirens have also been proven to be useful in speech-correction therapy.

Elven folk are most commonly employed in rehabilitation centers, where their prowess for careful telekinesis is of great help to patients. It is also common to find an elf volunteering at a children’s hospital or eldery care center as well, their illusions being a distraction from the patient’s distress. Forest elven, particularly elven of the rainforest, are known to be poison specialists, as they most commonly use forms of natural poison and magic runes to capture prey. In this case, elves with an affinity for poison can sense the movement and location of disease and tumors intuitively.

Goblins and dwarfs make excellent engineers, as their knowledge for the properties of many ores and metals is intuitive due to their ancestral mining lives. Due to this, in a medical setting, goblins and dwarfs are most commonly found behind an X-Ray machine or helping in the engineering of prosthetic limbs. Alongside fae, dwarves and goblins also help in the implementation of intrusive machines and machinery, such as pacemakers.

Fae are popular not only in medical procedures, but also serve as good volunteers and moral boosters for any hospital. Fae have a similar stature to humans, however, their immune system is more often than not influenced by magic and other antibodies and cells that their body creates that humans do not. They also, much like forest elven, have a good grasp of telekinesis, with more focus on tele-sensory abilities, which helps with monitoring patients and vitals, much like how fae monitored intruders into their territories. Their acute sense of human health and intuition leads them to often be assistants in surgery.

Spirits, such as the blakc-eyed ones, and other such monster-esque creatures that feed off negative energy are useful in aid for depression, anxiety, and other mental disorder characterized by overthinking or extreme emotion. Of course, these creatures primarily work by absorbing negative though, and unlike their ancestors, many modern ghouls have been either trained or have bred out the ability to influence others' thoughts to be even more negative. Other sustainable food sources for ghouls are available, but those living in hospitals or employed in therapist or psychiatric centers receive more than enough negative energy to be full and happy. Furthermore, any spirit with an affinity for energy absorption are often used with patients with anxiety or mania, quickly tiring the patient out as they sap energy.

Animals such as griffins, dragons, and unicorns, like horses, are often used to aid in children on the autism spectrum and with sensory processing disorders. Their presence is calming, and children on the spectrum tend to connect more easily with these creatures than any other human-like folk. Alongside the aromatherapeutic properties of some forest based dragons, many of those on the spectrum or with sensory processing disorders enjoy the texture of the animals. Many domesticated griffins, such as tabby-canaries, as well as domesticated dragons, are used as service and therapy animals, as their ability to fly and high intelligence aids in communication and getting service for their owner. Sometimes, even pony-unicorns are registered as service animals for those with epilepsy and other seizure induced patients, given their psychic intuition.

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some popular therapy Pokémon

Jigglypuff and Wigglytuff- with the use of sing, can help insomnia. Helpful for not only falling asleep but staying asleep throughout the night.

Bulbasaur, Ivysaur, Chickorita, and Meganium: have vine whip to help with picking up objects, can learn strength to help their owner with movement, and can often help with aromatherapy.

Spirtzee: another popular aromatherapy Pokémon!

Ekans, Dratini, and Dragonair: their weight and coil help with pressure therapy.

Minccinno and Cinccinno: often used for help around the house and aiding with executive functions!