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sunshine-writes-fics · 4 months

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idk if you have done this already but like, sfw+nsfw headcannons bsd sigma x reader who is insecure of how they look (both facial and physical body appearance) 🥺

I didn't write it yet but I was thinking of writing it. Thanks for the request! :)

'•.¸♡ I love you and your body ♡¸.•'

Sigma x gn!reader

Mostly fluff

Nsfw

Please if you don't feel comfortable with nsfw/nsft content do not read this.

CW! Low self confidence, low self esteem, insecurities.

If this subject is triggering in anyway please do not read, your mental wellbeing is more important.

Sigma thinks you are the most beautiful person in the entire universe and nothing and I mean nothing can change his mind.

Like if you asked him what his favourite of your body was he would say every body part in alphabetical order.

Like he would be shocked if you're insecure cuz like how???? You're are incredible beautiful and you still feel this way?!?!?! Like Sigma would be absolutely shocked.

But like he will comfort you and make you feel like you are the most beautiful person in the world (cuz you are).

Like if you're having a mental breakdown, crying because of your insecurities Sigma would be sitting next to you hugging you telling its ok and there is no reason for you to feel that way and that you are absolutely beautiful.

If you are insecure about a specific part of your have Sigma will give it a kiss and tell you that there is nothing to be ashamed of.

Like he loves you are your body cuz like you're beautiful.

Nsfw~

One word: BODY WORSHIPING

Ok maybe two but you get the picture.

Sigma absolutely LOVES you and the way you look and will show it in more ways then one.

He is all over you in bed, like he's kissing every inch of your body till there's no place untouched

And he will concentrate on the place your most insecure about like he's just so in love with you and doesn't understand why you could ever be insecure (but like me too cuz you are 100% absolutely jaw dropping gorgeous)

Like I cannot stress enough how beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, jaw dropping, pretty, amazing, handsome, attractive, fascinating and every synonym for beautiful.

Words cannot describe your beauty.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I just wanna say that you 100% look amazing (your fbi agent told me), but the Internet can be a bitch and make us feel insecure but at the end of the day everyone has different taste so beauty standards shouldn't apply and are bull shit, like every body type is beautiful and that isn't just said just to make people feel better about themselves, it's actually true, different things look beautiful to different to different people, that's just how the world works, other wise everyone would just listen to only one music genre or even one song/artist, only read one book, only look at one piece of art, after all, there are many different artists, I don't like certain artists because their art just isn't to my specific taste but the artist still creates are because other people like their art, we all have different tastes and therefore everyone is beautiful and there isn't a person whose beauty isn't appreciated. We are all beautiful to different people and the way we live our lives or view ourselves shouldn't be based on that person's taste in art.

Everyone is different, thats what makes us special:)

Also I've met people who didn't think they were beautiful but like they are like omg they are so beautiful and they think they aren't?!?!?!? Like wtf, they are really really beautiful like omg. So there is definitely someone out there who appreciates your beauty more than you can even imagine.

As always, have a great day/night and don't forget to take care of yourself to the best of your abilities! :)

-with lots of love, Az the wizard frog:) ♡

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sunshine-writes-fics · 4 months

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So this is love.

a/n: to feed my now crippling addiction to bts (min yoongi) and the romantic in me— bsd tropes inspired by bts lyrics that make me cry like a child

schedule: every 1-3 days since i still have classes and work till late spring-ish. stories may be added

#ranpo edogawa - childhood lover

“You make me so angry and mad for no reason

I'm serious but you make me into a loser who picks fights with you

Why do I care so much about you?

You're making a big boy act like a little kid” —Boyz In Luv

#jun’ichiro tanizaki - love at first sight

“From the moment I met you, my life was all you

You’re the star that turns ordinaries into extraordinaries, oh yeah

One after another, everything is special

The things you’re interested in, the way you walk or talk, and every little trivial habit of yours” —Boy With Luv

#nikolai gogol - lovers to enemies

“Love you so bad, love you so bad

Mold a pretty lie for you

Love it’s so mad, love it’s so mad

Trying to erase myself and make me your doll” —FAKE LOVE

#saigiku jouno - waiting for you to come back

“Among the days that feel the same

I feel happiest when I meet you

Among the different everyday lives

You're the most special person to me” —Telepathy

#osamu dazai - not meant to be

“Let's not look at each other who will get off first

Let’s not drag things out

Let's follow our hearts

Let's put an end to this

A repeated seesaw game

Let's stop it now” —Trivia: Seesaw

#sigma - first love

“Your countless words that comforted me—

That’s what made me

Yes, you are my youth, and the spring days too

I’m grateful, my friend

My pride, my heaven, and my love” —For Youth

#arthur rimbaud - in another life

"My heart is running on time, alone on the Snowpiercer

I want to go to the other side of Earth, holding your hand, put an end to winter

How much should my longings fall like snow

Before the days of spring return, friend?” —Spring Day

#chuuya nakahara - devoted

“My blood, sweat, and tears

My body, mind, and soul

I know well they're all yours” —Blood, Sweat & Tears

#fyodor dostoevsky - soulmates

“From the day of the universe's creation and beyond

Through the infinite centuries and beyond

In the previous life

Maybe the next too

We're eternally together” —DNA

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sunshine-writes-fics · 9 months

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Rengoku my beloved angel.

He would be absolutely husband material!!

This man would absolutely be your rock, there’s absolutely nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

I 100% see him being the type of bf who unashamedly goes to buy you pads/tampons during your time of the month.

You text him wanting a certain food or snack? Bet. This angel got you. He’ll happily stop by just to pick up that O N E item you’ve been craving.

In Extreme pain? Don’t you worry, this man has pain pills, a heating pad and your favorite movie playing the moment you blink.

He’s so pure too! Like he will happily listen to you ramble and ramble on about literally anything that comes to your mind.

He’s the type of boyfriend who’d send you good morning and good night texts even when you’re fighting. He just wants you to remember he loves you and that he’s thinking about you all the time.

Over all 100000/100 bf. Would def marry him on the SPOT!

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sunshine-writes-fics · 9 months

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Kyojuro Rengoku X Reader

SFW- fluff, older Kyojuro, older reader

Crow's Feet.

One morning, out of the blue, you realized that your husband, Kyojuro, had crow's feet.

He was holding your hand across the breakfast table, his grip firm and reassuring as he excitedly told you the story of how his brother, Senjuro had finally proposed to his sweetheart.

As adorable as the story was, you found yourself zoning out and just losing yourself in the beauty of the man you were honored to call yours.

Kyojuro's smile was warm and inviting. Years ago it had been his smile which really elevated him in your estimation from "cute guy" to "husband material." And now, as you approached twenty years of marriage, that smile– that beautiful, contagious smile– had left permanent creases at the corners of his eyes.

Somehow he had become even more gorgeous over the years; a seemingly impossible achievement, since he was by far the most breathtaking man you had ever laid eyes on from day one. Twenty years ago he'd been so, so pretty. But now… god, he was stunning: older, fuller, with little strands of platinum just beginning to peek through his blonde hair.

Kyojuro was living proof that perfection could be improved upon, and you were as smitten with him as you had been in those early days. More so, in fact.

But it wasn't just his beauty or the generosity of his smiles. It was the fact that he had made it this far.

Despite everything; despite demons and battles, near misses, injuries, and endless nights of worry, he was still by your side, and had lived and laughed long enough to be blessed with crow's feet.

A sudden silence snapped you from your reverie.

"Love?" Kyojuro smiled before he spoke once more. "I'm talking too much, aren't I?"

"Never. Please go on."

His creases deepened as his smile spread and broke into a chuckle. "Well, what do you think?"

"About...?"

He laughed, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "My question. About their wedding gift."

"Oh... I'm sorry..."

"You were among the clouds my love. It's okay. It's early."

Your cheeks grew warm. "No it's not that it's just... I really love you, Kyojuro."

He softened, stroking his thumb over the peaks of your knuckles. "I love you too."

He stood then, one hand braced on the breakfast table as he leaned across and kissed you, his lips soft and warm, pulling you in and making your heart flutter.

When the kiss broke he smiled, his brilliant gold and ruby eyes traversing your face. "You know, I love these little lines here." He brushed his finger so lightly against the fine crescent-shaped wrinkles forming at the corners of your lips. "Your smile lines. They're so beautiful."

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sunshine-writes-fics · 9 months

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Take your time writing this, but what about muichiro x reader who has trouble hearing ?

Please don't rush to write this request at all, and remember to take breaks !! Taking breaks is the most important thing to write amazing things !! 😊🫶

Omg started crying while reading this 😭😭😭 I’ve had a bunch of free time and a bunch of motivation lately, so I’ve been popping out fics left and right. Thank you for your request and advice 🫶🫶🫶 I greatly appreciate it 🥹

Muichiro tokito x (g/n) reader with troubled hearing

Masterlist

Every since you were younger your hearing had been getting progressively worse over the years… It has gotten so bad that you decided to go to shinobu for help. As you told her about your situation, she sadly couldn’t give you a straightforward diagnosis…

“I’m sorry (name).. I’ve never had a case like this before…” shinobu said with a frown while patting you on the back. “Why don’t you come over for check ups every few weeks so we can try and figure it out together!” Shinobu said with a reassuring smile. You nodded slowly as you heard only half of her sentence.

“Can you repeat that.. a little louder..” you said with a nervous chuckle. You saw as shinobu frowned again. She turned in her seat and began to write on a piece of paper. She then handed you the note, waiting for you to read it. You looked at the note and you saw a list of dates and times. At the bottom of the paper, she wrote a little note. “Come to my office at these times and dates..”

You nodded as you finally understood what she was trying to tell you earlier. “I see… okay I’ll see you next Friday I suppose..” you stood up and headed out towards the door “bye miss kocho..” you called out as you left.

That upcoming Friday had finally arrived and you found yourself sitting with shinobu in her office again. She was doing some tests with you. She would ask you if you heard certain sounds she was making. Sadly it seemed that your hearing had gotten even worse in comparison to the last time you were talking with her! You were sulking to yourself as shinobu had passed you another note telling you that if your hearing keeps deteriorating at this rate, you could be deaf by the end of the year…

As you were looking at the note, finally feeling the impact of the predicament you were in... Thousands of thoughts ran through your head. You were mentally freaking out. How would you be able to communicate with others? How could you even fight demons!? Losing one of your main senses would completely change your life forever…

Your head suddenly picked up at the sound of shinobus muffled voice... you couldn’t understand what she was saying. But when you looked up at her, you realized she was looking in a whole other direction. You looked to the right and saw a boy around your age, standing infront of the door to her office… he had long straight black hair that faded into a mint green. He wore an oversized demon slayer uniform, His eyes looked voided… empty.

You watched as shinobu was talking to the boy when she suddenly clapped her hands together. “Looks like she came up with an idea..” you said to yourself as you saw shinobu look between you and the mystery boy with a smirk plastered on her face.

“I have a wonderful idea toktio!” She said as she had gotten a piece of paper out. “Since you both have unique problems.. how about you both come to your appointments together! You can maybe even make a friend toktio” she said while writing on the piece of paper and handed it to you.

“Joint checkups?”

“With him!?”

You were a bit skeptical about the idea…. You read the note a few more times as you were thinking about what you should do.. You looked up at the mystery boy, getting a good look at him. “He doesn’t look that mean… maybe it won’t be that bad..” you turned your head and nodded to shinobu indicating you were okay with the idea!

“Perfect!” Shinobu said with glee.

She swiftly pushed you both out of the her office as she told you and and the boy to come back to her office next week for your first joint appointment!

That was your first official meeting with tokito… As you and him started going to your appointments together, you had started to learn who he was….

Shinobu had told you about his amnesia and dazed personality, explaining how the both of you could become good friends because of your unique issues… Shinobu had also told Muichiro about your situation as well… Though he would just forget about it and get annoyed when you didn’t respond to him.

He thought you were always just ignoring him and being a brat. Shinobu constantly reminded him about your troubled hearing, but he was just not able to remember. She finally had enough and wrote on muichiros hand with black marker. “They can’t hear”

This had seemingly worked as everytime Muichiro had asked you a question, he looked at his hand and realized that you couldn’t hear him.

After a few months had gone by, you and Muichiro had started to talk in notes every so often when shinobu had to leave the room. You were mostly leading the conversations, but Muichiro writing back was enough to make you happy… Muichiro watched as you smiled everytime he handed you back a note. He started to not mind your presence, since you were quiet and not annoying like most people. You both would talk about silly things in your notes, the clouds, your favorite things, even sometimes talk about your respective issues.

Muichiro had actually enjoyed those types of conversations… You were someone who could actually relate to feeling different. Finally someone who could understand how he felt…

Shinobu had noticed the both of you were finally starting to get along, much to her delight… She started leaving the room on purpose so you both had an excuse to exchange more notes. One time when she left, Muichiro had shown you how to make paper hearts… You watched in awe as he did it perfectly. You on the other hand, created an uglier version. You handed it to Muichiro and for the first time… He smiled!?

Your eyes widened as you watched his lips curve up slightly. You were happy that he started loosening up around you more…

You both even started to hangout outside of shinobus office. You both would go out to eat, go cloud gazing, you even started going to his estate!!

Shinobu had suggested you to learn some sign language. Shinobu had personally knew some signs herself, so she taught you some basic words. Muichiro watched as you both started to sign to eachother during the joint appointments. He saw how happy you were, able to finally understand shinobu without reading a piece of paper every few minutes.

At the end of the appointment, he stayed behind and asked what those hand gestures meant. As he learned what sign language was from shinobu, he asked shinobu if she could teach him. Shinobu was surprised and gave him a genuine smile.

She was happy to see the genuine care Muichiro had for you, even wanting to learn sign language so he could talk to you better. She of course agreed and taught Muichiro some signs…

He listened and tried his best to remember how to atleast sign “hi, how are you”. The next time Muichiro saw you, he tried his best to remember the gestures and messily signed “hi, how are you” successfully!

Your eyes widened and you softly smiled at him… You greatly appreciated that Muichiro tried to learn sign language for you… everytime you and Muichiro would hangout, you would teach him a few more different signs as you were still learning yourself. It was a common activity you and Muichiro found yourselfs doing nowadays...

Overtime you and Muichiro had slowly started to realize your feeling for eachother. After Muichiro had talked about his feelings to shinobu, she suggested that he should tell you. He agreed and the next day, he found himself infront of your estate.

When you opened the door Muichiro stood there for a moment and then signed “I love you”

Before he left, shinobu showed him how to sign those exact words. It took him awhile to remember, but it was worth it as he saw the flustered expression form on your face…

You of course were surprised and gladly accepted his feelings and told him you felt the same way. After that day you and Muichiro would always be found together…. Shinobu found it insanely cute and cheered you both on from the sidelines.

(Bonus hcs bc I had sm ideas that I wanted to write 😭😭)

After Muichiro learned sign language, he would constantly cuss people out. He would smirk everytime the person didn’t understand what he was doing.

Everytime Muichiro try’s to get your attention he flicks your forehead.

Whenever someone talks bad about you right infront of your face because you can’t hear them. Muichiro will immediately appear next to you and side eye the person as he drags you away.

After the swordsmith village arc, he taught kotestu some hand signs so when you come with him to visit the village, you and kotetsu can communicate. (Kotetsu try’s but fails miserably though 💀)

Idk why but the idea of you and Gyomei trying to communicate sounds so funny to me 💀 he can’t see your signs and you can’t hear what he says, so it just turns into an awkward confused silence.

After every appointment, shinobu would dig through the small trash can in her office So she can read what you both talk about. She tried her best to not be nosy, but she couldn’t resist 😭😭😭

Muichiro actually kept the heart you made. He treasures it dearly.

During the hashira training arc he was SO bias towards you. And would purposely keep telling you that you were making mistakes so he had an excuse to talk to you.

You and Muichiro adopted many cats 😤😤😤

Your crow try’s so hard for you 😭😭 after your hearing had gotten so bad that you couldn’t understand your crow anymore. Your crow would peck your head when they needed your attention and pull you towards the direction you had to go for missions.

Since you can’t hear sounds like doors opening that well. Muichiro constantly scares you when he doesn’t mean to.

Most of the time you rely on vibrations to know when someone’s at the door but sometimes you don’t hear it and Muichiro ends up climbing through your window. Scaring the shit out of you 😭😭😭

This was so cute to write. I had to do some research for this one 😭😭😭 I hope you like it though 🫶🫶🫶

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sunshine-writes-fics · 9 months

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Wreckage

(Sanemi x F!Reader)

A/N: written back at the start of the month.

CW: angst • all hurt, no comfort • reader death • violence/death/blood

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It had lasted through the night, that bloody war.

The sky above them was gray and wet; rain had long since dampened the earth, mixing with the carnage strewn about the remnants of the crimson-soaked battlefield. Though daybreak had finally arrived just a few minutes prior, the muted sunlight still working to chase away the smoldering remains of the demons slain, Sanemi felt as though he’d been wading through the slaughter for hours. His legs ached and his lungs screamed at him to stop, to sit and wait for the Kakushi to arrive and render first aid, but he could not; he had to find her.

A horde of demons had sought to feast upon an entire village, one with known ties to the Corps. In a desperate attempt to avoid mass casualties, the Master had sent three Pillars rushing to the scene, though many lower-ranked skaters had already been lost.

It seemed the Hashira almost had the upper hand, until he’d arrived.

Muzan Kibutsuji’s right-hand monster had deigned to grace the battlefield with his presence, ominous and lethal. Even other demons had cowered the moment he’d unsheathed his hell-sword, some choosing to flee rather than be caught in the crossfire.

Sanemi had been cutting through demons one after another, when he’d caught sight of the Lunar Hashira launching a defensive attack on the Upper Moon, in a desperate attempt to shield a group of younger slayers from the beast’s attack. He’d desperately moved to help her, but before he could reach her, Sanemi had been forced to defend against an aerial strike, and in so doing, he’d lost sight of the Pillar.

Later on, Sanemi managed to briefly engage Upper Moon One, though at the cost of a deep wound to his thigh. The battle only ended once the sun began to bleed through the sky, forcing even Kibutsuji’s highest-ranking demon to retreat into the shadows to avoid daylight’s punishing reach.

And so, the demons had left the surviving slayers to wade through their wreckage.

Sanemi was half-dragging himself through the limbs and entrails of his comrades, his right leg rapidly growing numb from the oozing gash he’d sustained from Upper One, but he paid it little mind. He persisted in his trek, even as he sunk to his knees amidst the mud and blood, because he had to find her — even if it meant hauling himself across the field with his bare hands.

By some miracle, even his color-blinded eyes could recognize the back of her familiar-patterned haori, only a few feet to his left, half-lying a top another fallen swordsman.

Sanemi felt relief, coarse, and sweet, pulse through him as he dragged his bleeding and broken body faster towards her, her name on his lips. He realized, as he drew nearer, that she wasn’t moving, and he called for someone — anyone — nearby to come help the fallen Pillar, to get her quickly to Kocho or the Butterfly Mansion for treatment.

He could see the thick, dark stain that spread across her tattered haori, but that did not dampen the flutter of burgeoning optimism he felt. Because, while he was covered in blood as well, they’d made it — and he could chew her ass out for getting so injured once he helped her get all patched up.

A scarred hand stretched out to grip her shoulder and he turned the motionless Pillar towards him. Sanemi loosed a breath of relief at the sight of her open eyes, because that meant she was conscious.

“C’mere, baby,” he grunted, sitting up and hauling her partially into his lap, helping her to sit against him. “Where’d he get you? Your shoulder?”

Sanemi looked to where he cradled Y/N against him, hands on either side of the woman’s waist, and could see the blood beginning to stain his skin. “Damn, sweetheart, he got you good.” He pressed a kiss against her rain-cooled forehead, to comfort her. “We’ll get you help soon, baby. I’ve got you.”

Y/N said nothing, her head merely thudding against his chest, and he worried that her injuries had sent her into shock; after all, the Wind Pillar could not remember the last time a demon had even been able to draw her blood, let alone wound her. A tightness bloomed in his chest, and Sanemi cast his eyes around, frantically scanning the battleground for any sign of the familiar butterfly-patterned haori of the other Hashira who’d been dispatched with them.

Sanemi’s gaze finally landed on the young doctor, only a few yards from where they lay as she limped away from helping another slayer.

“Kocho! Here!” Sanemi yelled, voice hoarse after hours of yelling and fighting.

The Insect Pillar looked around, trying to see over the piles of corpses and parts as she scanned the carnage for her fellow Hashira. Violet eyes met his, and Sanemi felt the suffocating tightness in his chest ease as she advanced towards them.

“I can’t tell where she’s bleeding from,” the Wind Pillar explained as Kocho drew closer to the pair. “And I think she’s in shock.”

Kocho made it to Y/N’s feet but drew short with a sharp exhale, her eyes widening as she looked over the Pillar gathered in Sanemi’s arms.

“Kocho ,” Sanemi urged, the edge in his voice appearing finally to inspire movement in her as she came around and crouched down by Y/N’s side.

“Shinazugawa,” Kocho whispered, and Sanemi looked at his fellow comrade in confusion.

“Please, Kocho, she needs help,” he repeated, trying to lift her towards the doctor. “So help her.”

Wordlessly, the Insect Pillar’s pale, bloodied hand trembled as she reached out towards Y/N. She hesitated slightly in mid-air, before she brushed her fingers gently over the Pillar’s eyes, closing them.

Sanemi gaped at the pale, shaking woman. “What’re you-?”

But the wounded Insect Pillar only continued to stare at him, her eyes filled with an inscrutable sorrow that vexed him, as she shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

Sanemi’s own head began to shake on its own accord, parroting that of Kocho’s. “No, no, just — see,” he muttered, shifting Y/N in his lap again so that she lay across his thighs, her face turned towards him.

“Y/N,” the Wind Pillar said gruffly, “Y/N, you’ve gotta — you’ve gotta tell Kocho where it hurts.” Sanemi jostled the unmoving woman in his arms slightly, insistent. “Wake up, Y/N.”

The Lunar Pillar remained utterly still in his arms, and Sanemi felt his heart quicken.

He brought the hand he’d had supporting her lower back up against her face, lightly slapping her cheek in a desperate attempt to make the woman he loved open her eyes again.

“Y/N,” Sanemi growled, his vision becoming blurred not by the cold rain, but by tears as his heart began to accept what his brain could not. “Open your eyes, dammit.”

“Sanemi,” Kocho’s voice was soft, dangerously soft, as she brought a gentle hand to rest against his shoulder. “She’s gone, Sanemi.”

Sanemi did not look up — could not, as he pressed his forehead against the Lunar Pillar’s temple. His fingers trembled as they brushed back the blood and rain-soaked strands of Y/N’s hair from her face and caressed the cooled expanse of her cheek.

“Please,” he whispered, brushing his lips against hers, over and over. “Please, Y/N. Let Kocho fix you.”

Still, the Lunar Hashira did not move. He felt as though he were suddenly submerged under water, a dull ringing echoing in his ears, as Sanemi stared down at Y/N in horror. His breath came fast and hard through his mouth, and his vision was nearly obscured by the tears that fell hot and fast from his eyes, splattering onto Lunar Pillar’s frozen, ashen face.

Shinobu hung her head as Sanemi Shinazugawa slumped over the corpse of his deceased lover, cradling her head in his hands, forehead still pressed against hers, as he began to wail, broken and lost amidst that bloodied battlefield.

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Also I made my own icon for the first time so that’s cool!

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