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Vagabond Blades - THE BOYS ARE GOOD (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1516883771-vagabond-blades-the-boys-are-good?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=moon__chains 120 years ago, back when people still thought they were hot shit, some genius decided, "Hey, you know what'd be fun? Opening a bunch of mysterious-ass portals and seeing what happens!" No long-term thinking, just full send. Maybe they were trying to flex their big magic energy, or maybe they were just dumb as hell. Either way, it went about as well as you'd expect. BOOM-demons. So many demons. Crawling around like a bunch of crackheads on bath salts. And-poof!-a third of humanity just gone. One minute you're chillin', the next, your neighbor's getting his insides turned into an art project. But did the survivors take a step back and think, "Wow, we should probably chill the hell out and stop messing with shit"? Nah. They did what people always do-built some big-ass walls and gave 'em a pretentious-ass name: "The Mercy Curtains." Like, what kind of medieval bullshit is that? These holy infused walls? Yeah, they're made to keep the demons out. And they do-unless some idiot lets one in. And these demons? They don't just kill you-they ruin you. They look like they were drawn by a drunk toddler on a bad acid trip. You don't just see them-you feel them, deep in your bones, in that primitive part of your brain that starts screaming "We are so unbelievably fucked." In the Capital Cities, the government-whatever counts as a government these days-had one idea. And it was a simple one: "Kill demons, get paid." Just slap that on a flyer and call it a day. And shockingly, it worked. Demon hunters, psychos with nothing better to do-all of 'em lined up, ready to go stab some hellspawn for a quick payday. And out of all these demon-killing badasses, two names stand out. These guys? Absolute legends. Moral compass? Flexible. You wouldn't trust them to feed your cat, but if a demons trying to rip your face off? You'd pray they were there.

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Vagabond Blades - NO LONG TERM THINKING (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1516538619-vagabond-blades-no-long-term-thinking?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=moon__chains 120 years ago, back when people still thought they were hot shit, some genius decided, "Hey, you know what'd be fun? Opening a bunch of mysterious-ass portals and seeing what happens!" No long-term thinking, just full send. Maybe they were trying to flex their big magic energy, or maybe they were just dumb as hell. Either way, it went about as well as you'd expect. BOOM-demons. So many demons. Crawling around like a bunch of crackheads on bath salts. And-poof!-a third of humanity just gone. One minute you're chillin', the next, your neighbor's getting his insides turned into an art project. But did the survivors take a step back and think, "Wow, we should probably chill the hell out and stop messing with shit"? Nah. They did what people always do-built some big-ass walls and gave 'em a pretentious-ass name: "The Mercy Curtains." Like, what kind of medieval bullshit is that? These holy infused walls? Yeah, they're made to keep the demons out. And they do-unless some idiot lets one in. And these demons? They don't just kill you-they ruin you. They look like they were drawn by a drunk toddler on a bad acid trip. You don't just see them-you feel them, deep in your bones, in that primitive part of your brain that starts screaming "We are so unbelievably fucked." In the Capital Cities, the government-whatever counts as a government these days-had one idea. And it was a simple one: "Kill demons, get paid." Just slap that on a flyer and call it a day. And shockingly, it worked. Demon hunters, psychos with nothing better to do-all of 'em lined up, ready to go stab some hellspawn for a quick payday. And out of all these demon-killing badasses, two names stand out. These guys? Absolute legends. Moral compass? Flexible. You wouldn't trust them to feed your cat, but if a demons trying to rip your face off? You'd pray they were there.

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Vagabond Blades - THE BOYS ARE GOOD (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1516883771-vagabond-blades-the-boys-are-good?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=moon__chains 120 years ago, back when people still thought they were hot shit, some genius decided, "Hey, you know what'd be fun? Opening a bunch of mysterious-ass portals and seeing what happens!" No long-term thinking, just full send. Maybe they were trying to flex their big magic energy, or maybe they were just dumb as hell. Either way, it went about as well as you'd expect. BOOM-demons. So many demons. Crawling around like a bunch of crackheads on bath salts. And-poof!-a third of humanity just gone. One minute you're chillin', the next, your neighbor's getting his insides turned into an art project. But did the survivors take a step back and think, "Wow, we should probably chill the hell out and stop messing with shit"? Nah. They did what people always do-built some big-ass walls and gave 'em a pretentious-ass name: "The Mercy Curtains." Like, what kind of medieval bullshit is that? These holy infused walls? Yeah, they're made to keep the demons out. And they do-unless some idiot lets one in. And these demons? They don't just kill you-they ruin you. They look like they were drawn by a drunk toddler on a bad acid trip. Legs in places legs should not be, faces that make you question if God ever cared about this planet, and a vibe that just oozes death. You don't just see them-you feel them, deep in your bones, in that primitive part of your brain that starts screaming "We are so unbelievably fucked." In the Capital Cities, the government-whatever counts as a government these days-had one idea. And it was a simple one: "Kill demons, get paid." Just slap that on a flyer and call it a day. And shockingly, it worked. Demon hunters, psychos with nothing better to do-all of 'em lined up, ready to go stab some hellspawn for a quick payday. And out of all these demon-killing badasses, two names stand out. These guys? Absolute legends. Moral compass? Flexible. You wouldn't trust them to feed your cat, but if a demons trying to rip your face off? You'd pray they were there.

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Vagabond Blades - NO LONG TERM THINKING (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1516538619-vagabond-blades-no-long-term-thinking?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=moon__chains 120 years ago, back when people still thought they were hot shit, some genius decided, "Hey, you know what'd be fun? Opening a bunch of mysterious-ass portals and seeing what happens!" No long-term thinking, just full send. Maybe they were trying to flex their big magic energy, or maybe they were just dumb as hell. Either way, it went about as well as you'd expect. BOOM-demons. So many demons. Crawling around like a bunch of crackheads on bath salts. And-poof!-a third of humanity just gone. One minute you're chillin', the next, your neighbor's getting his insides turned into an art project. But did the survivors take a step back and think, "Wow, we should probably chill the hell out and stop messing with shit"? Nah. They did what people always do-built some big-ass walls and gave 'em a pretentious-ass name: "The Mercy Curtains." Like, what kind of medieval bullshit is that? These holy infused walls? Yeah, they're made to keep the demons out. And they do-unless some idiot lets one in. And these demons? They don't just kill you-they ruin you. They look like they were drawn by a drunk toddler on a bad acid trip. Legs in places legs should not be, faces that make you question if God ever cared about this planet, and a vibe that just oozes death. You don't just see them-you feel them, deep in your bones, in that primitive part of your brain that starts screaming "We are so unbelievably fucked." In the Capital Cities, the government-whatever counts as a government these days-had one idea. And it was a simple one: "Kill demons, get paid." Just slap that on a flyer and call it a day. And shockingly, it worked. Demon hunters, psychos with nothing better to do-all of 'em lined up, ready to go stab some hellspawn for a quick payday. And out of all these demon-killing badasses, two names stand out. These guys? Absolute legends. Moral compass? Flexible. You wouldn't trust them to feed your cat, but if a demons trying to rip your face off? You'd pray they were there.

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VAGABOND BLADES - Arusei Shigaraki - Wattpad

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HOLY SHIT.. OR SOMETHING?

Dude, I’m not even upset that no one’s reading this absolutely baller book I’m writing. Like, seriously, two badass main characters that people would literally lose their minds over. But hey, it’s fine. It’s whatever. Who cares, right?

I mean, how do people even promote this crap? Feels like throwing your book into the Wattpad void and just watching it sink into the abyss with a million other “bad boy meets nerdy girl” stories. YEAH BUT MY STORY, nothing like that shit!

Am I complaining? Shit, probably. But like… who wouldn’t? Right?!

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VAGABOND BLADES - YOU THINK IM THE VILLAIN? (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1514884904-vagabond-blades-you-think-im-the-villain?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=slayershigaraki 120 years ago, back when people still thought they were hot shit, some genius decided, "Hey, you know what'd be fun? Opening a bunch of mysterious-ass portals and seeing what happens!" No long-term thinking, just full send. Maybe they were trying to flex their big magic energy, or maybe they were just dumb as hell. Either way, it went about as well as you'd expect. BOOM-demons. So many demons. Crawling around like a bunch of crackheads on bath salts. And-poof!-a third of humanity just gone. One minute you're chillin', the next, your neighbor's getting his insides turned into an art project. But did the survivors take a step back and think, "Wow, we should probably chill the hell out and stop messing with shit"? Nah. They did what people always do-built some big-ass walls and gave 'em a pretentious-ass name: "The Mercy Curtains." Like, what kind of medieval bullshit is that? These holy infused walls? Yeah, they're made to keep the demons out. And they do-unless some idiot lets one in. And these demons? They don't just kill you-they ruin you. They look like they were drawn by a drunk toddler on a bad acid trip. Legs in places legs should not be, faces that make you question if God ever cared about this planet, and a vibe that just oozes death. You don't just see them-you feel them, deep in your bones, in that primitive part of your brain that starts screaming "We are so unbelievably fucked." In the Capital Cities, the government-whatever counts as a government these days-had one idea. And it was a simple one: "Kill demons, get paid." Just slap that on a flyer and call it a day. And shockingly, it worked. Demon hunters, psychos with nothing better to do-all of 'em lined up, ready to go stab some hellspawn for a quick payday. And out of all these demon-killing badasses, two names stand out. These guys? Absolute legends. Moral compass? Flexible. You wouldn't trust them to feed your cat, but if a demons trying to rip your face off? You'd pray they were there.

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VAGABOND BLADES - WELL, SHIT! (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1504279443-vagabond-blades-well-shit?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=slayershigaraki 120 years ago, back when people still thought they were hot shit, some genius decided, "Hey, you know what'd be fun? Opening a bunch of mysterious-ass portals and seeing what happens!" No long-term thinking, just full send. Maybe they were trying to flex their big magic energy, or maybe they were just dumb as hell. Either way, it went about as well as you'd expect. BOOM-demons. So many demons. Crawling around like a bunch of crackheads on bath salts. And-poof!-a third of humanity just gone. One minute you're chillin', the next, your neighbor's getting his insides turned into an art project. But did the survivors take a step back and think, "Wow, we should probably chill the hell out and stop messing with shit"? Nah. They did what people always do-built some big-ass walls and gave 'em a pretentious-ass name: "The Mercy Curtains." Like, what kind of medieval bullshit is that? These holy infused walls? Yeah, they're made to keep the demons out. And they do-unless some idiot lets one in. And these demons? They don't just kill you-they ruin you. They look like they were drawn by a drunk toddler on a bad acid trip. Legs in places legs should not be, faces that make you question if God ever cared about this planet, and a vibe that just oozes death. You don't just see them-you feel them, deep in your bones, in that primitive part of your brain that starts screaming "We are so unbelievably fucked." In the Capital Cities, the government-whatever counts as a government these days-had one idea. And it was a simple one: "Kill demons, get paid." Just slap that on a flyer and call it a day. And shockingly, it worked. Demon hunters, psychos with nothing better to do-all of 'em lined up, ready to go stab some hellspawn for a quick payday. And out of all these demon-killing badasses, two names stand out. These guys? Absolute legends. Moral compass? Flexible. You wouldn't trust them to feed your cat, but if a demons trying to rip your face off? You'd pray they were there.

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THE RULE OF THREE - THE BONES OF A DYING WORLD (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1472033527-the-rule-of-three-the-bones-of-a-dying-world?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=slayershigaraki You stumble into two situationships simultaneously. As in, two Hashira are all up in your business. There's not just attraction; there's this magnetic pull, this insane connection that you can't explain. And you're trying to push them away, "Look, I just want to murder demons, go away!" But these guys? They're not backing down. They've both made it abundantly clear: they aren't sharing. The level of possessiveness is... well, let's just say it's a whole other demon you didn't anticipate facing. So, there you are, a multi-breathing, demon-slaying machine who just wants to get the job done, saddled with a teenage apprentice who looks up to you, and somehow tangled in a love triangle with two top-tier demon slayers who are basically playing a tug-of-war with you as the rope. And let's not forget, all the while, you've got the shadow of Doma looming in your past like a bad acid trip. It's like, you finally made it to the big leagues... and it's a whole new kind of insane. A good kind of insane... maybe? Yeah, this is gonna be one wild ride.

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THE RULE OF THREE (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/375545730-the-rule-of-three?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=slayershigaraki You stumble into two situationships simultaneously. As in, two Hashira are all up in your business. There's not just attraction; there's this magnetic pull, this insane connection that you can't explain. And you're trying to push them away, "Look, I just want to murder demons, go away!" But these guys? They're not backing down. They've both made it abundantly clear: they aren't sharing. The level of possessiveness is... well, let's just say it's a whole other demon you didn't anticipate facing. So, there you are, a multi-breathing, demon-slaying machine who just wants to get the job done, saddled with a teenage apprentice who looks up to you, and somehow tangled in a love triangle with two top-tier demon slayers who are basically playing a tug-of-war with you as the rope. And let's not forget, all the while, you've got the shadow of Doma looming in your past like a bad acid trip. It's like, you finally made it to the big leagues... and it's a whole new kind of insane. A good kind of insane... maybe? Yeah, this is gonna be one wild ride.

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BEFORE AND AFTER - ABSOLUTELY NOT (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1511087971-before-and-after-absolutely-not?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=slayershigaraki Obanai hates women. Hell he doesnt like many people. Now hes being told he has to have a woman as his Tsuguko. He wanted to tell her to get lost. That he wasn't here for her games. That she couldn't hack it, no matter how much she looked like him. But there was something in the way she said it, something in her that reminded him of... himself. The way her sword was black and white-like a godforsaken shadow of his own. How she wasn't afraid of the demons, or the pain, or the blood. She didn't flinch when she looked at him. She didn't blink... At night, I travel; my nerves unravel It hurts to hide myself from you With care, I held it, inside, I felt it My favorite pain comes back to me Don't break me Don't let go Don't try to leave Let your habits control you