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Mainly Fanfiction || Requests are OPEN

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My dream aesthetic fr

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Oh to paint this

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STOP TELL ME YOU SEE IT TOO?!?!

ITS 2 AM AND IM LAUGHISBG SO HARD

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Crisis of the day:

I identify as pansexual

Love women

Hate men

In love with fictional men

Anime men are the reason I won’t identify as lesbian. These 3D shits tho… straight ass and dingleberries

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…. but I wanna be loved

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Hell’s Paradise | OFFICIAL TRAILER

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This is what I imagined the cover to look like for my new mini-series. If you haven't already, go check it out!

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A Single Wooden Mask

This is the first part to a sixteen part series I'm starting. I will probably post this as a separate book on quotev if anyone would like to read it there. Without further ado, here's the story!

Trigger Warning: Mentions of Death

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The crunching of fallen leaves ricocheted throughout the woods. The sound bounced from tree to tree until dissolving into silence. A single man carelessly walked through the chilling fall air, his usually silent prance no where to be found.

Sakonji Urokodaki was never silent when he went to visit them. His feet were simply too weighted with grief to operate as they usually did.

The man was adorned in his usual blue kimono and red mask. He stood out among the dull browns of his surroundings as he continued to make his way upwards: to the peak of Mt. Sagiri.

With each step, a feeling of dread and expectance filled Urokodaki, but he persevered, only thinking about the next step.

With numb fingers and toes, he reached the top. He hesitated for a moment, weighing his options before slowly making his way to a thick section of brush. Urokodaki pushed aside the multiple branches and leaves, revealing a singular man-made clearing.

Inside rested thirteen crudely shaped stones.

Graves

Urokodaki collapsed onto his knees and with quivering hands, removed his mask. His ageless eyes gazed upon the only things he had to remember his lost students, his children. Though no body laid beneath the markers and only a single name was roughly carved onto the surface of each slab of stone, it was just as much of a memorial as any other.

The man’s eyes read each of the names, watering with every memory that passed through his mind. A tear slipped down his cheek and onto the grass as he leaned over, gripping the cloth around his heart. More and more drops flooded his vision as his heartbreak overwhelmed him.

Unknown to Urokodaki, the ghostly faces of his deceased students watched him uncontrollably sob on the ground. They peaked from between branches and bushes, their wooden masks marking them as his pupils.

Each one’s soul was bound to the very mountain they called home when they were alive. Each child was forced to wander the place they once called home until the demon which slayed them was vanquished.

Each one has their own story,

But only two were told,

Here, however, all their tales will unfold

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Mini-Series!

I've decided that I want to start a little collection of short stories. They'll all connect, though. I'm super excited for this idea and can't wait to share it!

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The Hanging Tree

Giyuu x Reader

Just a simple little one shot song-fic with a whole lot of angst. This takes place after the fight with Rui. The song is “The Hanging Tree” by James Newton Howard and Jennifer Lawrence from The Hunger Games. Lyrics will be italicized.

Trigger Warning: Contains mentions and depictions of death and gore. Read at your own discretion.

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Are you, are you, coming to the tree?

Tomioka Giyuu walked swiftly and silently, only stopping to accept brief bows of respect from the kakushi scurrying around Mt. Natagumo. Everyone had a job, from caring for the injured to cleaning the human remains from the mountainside. His was to find you.

However, the more he looked, the more the sickening feeling of dread filled the bottom of his stomach. He desperately grasped at the last tendrils of hope left, but they kept slipping from his grip. His hands started to shake uncontrollably as his searching became more frantic.

They strung up a man, they say who murdered three

It was supposed to be an easy mission. You were with a large group of demon slayers and the demon reported didn’t seem to threatening. How wrong he had been to assume you were safe.

The demon was anything but harmless. He was a lower moon, one of Muzan’s handpicked ensurers of chaos. Giyuu recognized that you were strong, but he also knew the demon’s strength was something you couldn’t rival.

A nervous sweat formed on his brow and Tomioka’s usually neutral expression changed to one laced with worry. A chill ran up his spine as he traveled further and further into the heart of the misty mountain.

Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be….

He stopped abruptly in his tracks as he stared into your glassy, dead eyes. They were so dull…. It shattered his heart into a million pieces.

You were hanging high in an ancient looking oak. The strings that had snapped your neck still held you there, unmoving.

Many emotions swelled inside of Giyuu as he stared at your limp form, but one stuck out from the rest, a feeling he knew all too well: grief. He wanted to cry and scream, but he couldn’t. The barrier he had built between him and his emotions was too strong to break down.

Instead he stood there and stared blankly at your corpse wishing that you would speak to him affirmations that everything would be alright.

If we met at midnight in the hanging tree.