Thought I’d make some sort of intro post that I can pin:
Hello, you can call me Kyuuin! I am a woman in my late 20s who spends her free time playing videogames, watching anime, reading manga and drawing.
Proud owner of four parrots whom I love very much.
My current hyper fixations include:
One Piece
Bleach
I’ll most likely post stuff for other fandoms, but these are the ones you’ll see me posting about more often. Currently not taking requests, but I’m up for suggestions and just chatting about husbandos/waifus.
My brain telling me to actually start writing for One Piece and Bleach and take requests while also knowing that I might get overwhelmed. But I kinda wanna go back to writing. What do I doooo
A/N: sentence prompt featuring Daki/Shabana Ume and Shabana Gyutaro from Demon Slayer and Wanderer/Scaramouche from Genshin Impact | SFW content under the cut!
Not proofread
Wanderer (Genshin Impact)
Since the first day you’ve met, when she was nothing but a prisoner of her own people, you knew to trust Buer’s wisdom. What you didn’t expect was her essentially taking an ex-Harbinger under her wing and convincing you to aid her in nursing him back to health. He was… quite the character. Snappy, rude, violent – Nahida’s polar opposite. The first few days he limited himself to throwing tantrums and he was starting to get on your nerves.
Your patience reached its limit when he knocked the cup of water from your hands. “What is your fucking pro—“
“I don’t need your pity!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, venom seeping through gritted teeth. The sound of a hand colliding with his cheek reverberated through the room; your hand was red from the impact, whilst the corvette just stood in shock. Baffled from what just conspired, the former deity was unable to conjure up a single word at your insolence. He looked away. You took it as a chance to speak up.
“All right, listen up. Nahida is going through great lengths to keep you from falling apart and while I do not agree with it, I’ll listen to her. Next time you smack something out of my hand, you’re getting my whole fist in your face.” He stole a quick glance from the corner of his eye, observing your stern features.
“How barbaric…”
“You’re welcome!”
The ex-deity stopped refusing Nahida’s hospitality and efforts ever since.
Shabana Gyutaro (Demon Slayer)
“You know… you should hurry up and run. The sun is almost up.” Your words sounded like mockery to his ears, as Gyutaro dragged himself across the field. Beaten by a mere demon slayer – not even a Hashira! Beyond embarrassing. Even if he made it back, he wasn’t sure he could face Lord Muzan with such a failure. You – the one who defeated him and made him crawl like a pathetic worm, were merely a few feet away from him.
Trotting along as he attempted to make it into the woods, he wondered if you would have stabbed him into place before he reached his destination, so that you could watch him painfully wither away in the sun. Pathetic. He was utterly pathetic. And you? Well, you didn’t seem to have a damn care in the world.
“You will never reach the woods like that on time.” You piqued.
“What the hell do you know, pipsqueak. Ugly freak..!” He wished he could regenerate right about now and gouge your eyes out. You looked way too amused for his liking.
“Man, you’re grouchy. All right, heave-ho!” Feeling himself being lifted off the ground, he watched in shock as you carried him over to the shade, lowering him only once you reached a rich green area. “There you go! You should be–“
“What kind of mockery is this? I don’t need your pity, human!” You frowned as he kept going, throwing repeated insults your way. He looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. Sighing, you merely flicked his forehead and the action was enough to silence him.
“Don’t you have family waiting for you back there? You should think about how she’d feel if you died.” His eyes widened. “Oh, now you remember. I’ll be off then. I got careless and let a demon escape, so I gotta tell my superiors the bad news.”
He simply watched you leave in pure disbelief. You even waved at him - the insolence. The worst part? He kind of wanted to wave back.
Shabana Ume / Daki (Demon Slayer)
You were a mere servant of the Kyogoku House whose job was to clean rooms and help out with whatever chore necessary, thus you had a tendency to run into the oiran, Warabihime, a lot. She would occasionally glance your way, mostly with an air of superiority and disdain. You just chalked it up as survival instincts; after all, being born and raised in an environment where backstabbing was an almost daily occurrence made people wary and building a tough façade was a necessity.
Though, every now and then you’d overhear the arguments between the oiran and the manager. Despite her popularity, Warabihime had an attitude and sometimes she ended up reacting poorly towards the more aggressive customers, thus, she ended up getting reprimanded by the manager. You couldn’t really blame her. Tonight was no different.
You had prepared her a cup of tea in an attempt to lift her spirits, but were met with a scoff.
“I don’t need your pity! And who do you think you are, eavesdropping on my conversations?!” Your posture stiffened at the accusation, quickly trying to word yourself carefully. “I… sometimes overhear you arguing with the manager about your customers. I don’t think it’s fair to blame it all on you…” She raised an eyebrow in annoyance, waiting for you to continue with your pathetic excuse.
“I thought that maybe you’d like some tea to help ease your nerves..?” Suspicion was written all over her face, yet you couldn’t help but perk up in excitement as she leaned in to take the cup from the tray.
