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trentreznortuesday · 4 months

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every album i listened to this year pt. 1

i listened to 238 albums that were new to me this year. this is the first 119 of them + basic genre tagging.

A Sunny Day In Glasgow - Sea When Absent [noise pop]

ABBA - Volume 25 [karaoke]

Agriculture - Agriculture [black metal]

Agriculture - The Circle Chant [black metal]

Alcest - Écailles de Lune [black metal]

Altar of Plagues - White Tomb [black metal]

Animals as Leaders - Parrhesia [djent]

Another Heaven - 1: You Are Loved [shoegaze]

Art Sorority - Older Boys [folk punk]

Ashenspire - Hostile Architecture [black metal]

Atomic Guava - Peasants of the Future [power metal]

awakebutstillinbed - chaos takes the wheel and i am a passenger [emo]

Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell [punk]

bar italia - Tracey Denim [post-punk]

Basketball Divorce Court - rebound [punk]

Big Black - Atomizer [noise rock]

Big Thief - Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You [alt-country]

Black Ends - Stay Evil [noise pop]

Black Math Horseman - Black Math Horseman [black metal]

Blanky - Blood Harmony [alternative]

Bosse-de-Nage - Bosse-de-Nage [black metal]

Bosse-de-Nage - ii [black metal]

Bosse-de-Nage - iii [black metal]

Bosse-de-Nage/Deafheaven - Split EP [black metal]

boybrain - In The Company of Worms [punk]

Bríi - Último Ancestral Comum [rock]

Cable Ties - All Her Plans [punk]

Callous Daoboys - Celebrity Therapist [hardcore]

Charlie Megira - Da Abtomatic Meisterzinger Mambo Chic [lo-fi]

Chat Pile - God’s Country [sludge metal]

Chat Pile - Remove Your Skin Please [sludge metal]

Chat Pile - This Dungeon Earth [sludge metal]

Chat Pile & Nerver - Brothers in Christ [sludge metal]

Cherub Tree - where are your manners [alternative]

Choncy - Community Chest [post-punk]

Corker - Falser Truths [post-punk]

Crime of Passing - Crime of Passing [post-punk]

Dark Factory - Dark Factory [new wave]

Days ‘N Daze - Rogue Taxidermy [folk punk]

Days ‘N Daze - Songs We Recorded for Splits [folk punk]

Dazy - OTHERBODY [alternative]

Deafheaven - New Bermuda [blackgaze]

Deafheaven - Sunbather [blackgaze]

Deeper - Careful! [post-punk]

Dirty Old Town - No Returning Home [alternative]

Dummy - Mandatory Enjoyment [post-punk]

dust - et cetera, etc [punk]

Eddy Arnold - Cattle Call [country]

Ekko Astral - Quartz [punk]

Ekko Astral - The Quartz Farewell [punk]

Elizabeth Colour Wheel - Nocebo [black metal]

Erik Hall - Canto Ostinato (Simeon ten Holt) [neo-classical]

Erik Hall - Music For 18 Musicians (Steve Reich) [neo-classical]

Explosions in the Sky - All of a Sudden, I Miss Everyone [post-rock]

Explosions in the Sky - How Strange, Innocence [post-rock]

Ezra Furman - All of Us Flames [art rock]

Ezra Furman - Perpetual Motion People [art rock]

Ezra Furman - Transangelic Exodus [art rock]

Ezra Furman - Twelve Nudes [art rock]

Feeble Little Horse - Girl with Fish [shoegaze]

Fela Kuti - Beasts of No Nation [afrobeat]

Fela Kuti - Coffin for Head of State [afrobeat]

Fela Kuti - Expensive Shit [afrobeat]

Fela Kuti - Roforofo Fight [afrobeat]

Fela Kuti - Zombie! [afrobeat]

Feminazgûl - The Age of Men is Over [black metal]

Frail Body - A Brief Memoriam [hardcore]

Fucked Up - Dose Your Dreams [hardcore]

GEL - Only Constant [hardcore]

Genital Shame - Gathering My Wits [alternative]

Gilla Band - Live at Vicar Street [noise rock]

Godcaster - Godcaster [psychedelic rock]

Hatchie - Giving the World Away [dream pop]

hey, Ily! - Internet Breath [bedroom pop]

Hoaxed - Hoaxed [alternative]

Home is Where - i became birds [emo]

Home is Where - our mouths to smile [emo]

Home Is Where - The Whaler [emo]

Horse Lords - Comradely Objects [microtonal]

Horse Lords - Hidden Cities [microtonal]

Horse Lords - Interventions [microtonal]

Horse Lords - The Common Task [microtonal]

Hot Snakes - Automatic Midnight [post-hardcore]

Housewives - Twilight Splendor [post-punk]

Ian Noe - Between the Country [bluegrass]

illuminati hotties - FREE I.H.: This Is Not the One You’ve Been Waiting For [pop rock]

Institute - Readjusting the Locks [post-punk]

Jane’s Addiction - Nothing’s Shocking [alternative]

Jeff Rosenstock - HELLMODE [punk]

Jeff Rosenstock - No Dream [punk]

Jeff Rosenstock - POST- [punk]

Jeff Rosenstock & Laura Stevenson - Still Young [punk]

Josaleigh Pollett - In The Garden, By The Weeds [bedroom pop]

julie - pushing daisies [alternative]

Kitten Forever - 7 Hearts [riot grrrl]

Kurt Vile - b’lieve i’m goin down… [alt-country]

Lamp of Murmuur - Saturnian Bloodstorm [power metal]

Leonard Bernstein - Chichester Psalms [choral]

Leonard Cohen - New Skin for the Old Ceremony [folk]

Leonard Cohen - Songs from a Room [folk]

Leonard Cohen - You Want It Darker [folk]

Liturgy - 93696 [black metal]

M(h)aol - Attachment Styles [post-punk]

M(h)aol - Gender Studies [post-punk]

Malthusian - MMXIII [black metal]

Mamaleek - Cadejos [black metal]

Mamaleek - Come and See [black metal]

Mamaleek - Diner Coffee [black metal]

Mamaleek - Those Who Pass Between Fleeting Worlds [black metal]

Mandy, Indiana - i’ve seen a way [post-punk]

MDC - Live at CBGB’s [hardcore]

MDC - Millions of Dead Children [hardcore]

MDC - Millions of Dead Cops [hardcore]

MDC - Multi-Death Corporations [hardcore]

Meat Puppets - Meat Puppets II [alternative]

Meat Puppets - Up on the Sun [alternative]

Messa - Close [hard rock]

meth. - Mother of Red Light [noise rock]

Midori - Aratamemashite, Hajimemashite, Midori Desu [hardcore jazz punk]

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yalnzardc · 5 months

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Boykot masası 4-12-2023

Kounuşmacılar : İsmail Halis, İsmail Kılıçarslan, Ersin Çelik, Bekir Develi, Erem Şentürk, Tülay Gökçimen, Recep Yeter, Muhammed Yazıcı, Mustafa Esenoğlu, Yavuz Yiğit, Merve..., Abdurrahman Uzun, Hilmi Türkmen.

M.Y : 1. Dünya savaşı sanayi devriminde insanlar üretirken köleleştirildi. Bu gün insanlar tüketirken köleleştiriyor.

Tüketimi en askeri düzeye indirerek Moderniteyle mücadele etmemiz gerekiyor.

B.D : Artık deliliğin üst sınırında yaşıyoruz.

Allah bizi dünyaya siyonistleri sadece kınayalım diye göndermedi. Aksiyon almamız lazım.

Bence starbaks defolup gitmeli bu ülkeden.

Bİ hayvan severiz ama itperest değiliz.

İ.H : Herkese somut mesuliyetler düşüyor.

M. : Boykotu anlatamadığınıza reklam yapın. Komşularınızın posta kutularına boykot listeleri koyun, hanımları örgütliyeceğim.

M.E : Davamıza inanmak zorundayız.

Evet İ*raili biz dize getireceğiz.

Yaşayan sahabe görmek isteyen Gazzedeki Mücahitlere baksın.

Ümitsizmiyiz ? Asla!

Gazze ümmetin kilidi bu kilidi açacak anahtarın istanbulda olduğuna inanıyorum.

E. Ç : Boykot tututyor çünki siz buradasınız. Bundan adımız gibi emin olalaım bu bıykot tutacak.

Ben içmediğim bir bardak kahve ile Gazzenin yanında olacağım çünki önce benim ayakta durmam, şuurlu olmam lazım.

Zemini biz hazırlayacağız, zemini siz açıklayacaksınız herşeyi devletten beklemek bir konfor alandır.

Biz kendimizi arıyoruz bunun farkında olalım, Gazze bize yeniden dirilmenin fırsatını sunuyor.

Gelecekte kullanacağımız cümleleri hazır tutmamız gerekiyor.

R. Y : Mesele zalimlerdenmisin değilmisin bu.

Bir çocuk katledildiğinde susmayı dikte eden ideolojinin canı cehenneme

İ. K : 1. Benim gayretim yeterli değil. 2. Şartlar olgunlaşması.

Boykot etkili oluyormu? Sanane abi bundan. Sen elinden geleni yapıyormusun sen ona bak.

Suratımızı kimlere asacağımızı bilmemiz lazım.

Seni zaferden kim sorumlu tuttu, başarı perestmisin sen.

Şimdi çoğuz ama zihnimiz net değil.

Bizim zamanımızda Üstadların vardı şimdi layık olmasak da onların yerinde biz varız demekki biz onları hak ediyorduk ama siz bizi hakediyorsunuz.

E.Ş : Özveri doğrudan kendi faydamıza olan birşeyden vazgeçmek.

Satın almaktan daha ideolojik bir davranış yoktur.

Fikirler kararlara etki etmiyor.

İzledin ve satın aldın, izlerken beddua etmenin algoritmada bir etkisi yok.

Vsa ve mastr karttann kurtulmak zorundayız.

Kelebek ödüllerinde laf söyliyememelerinin sebebi onları onların finanse ediyor oluşu, para almak için susmanız lazım diyorlar.

İ.K : Anladığım kadarı ile köpek olan bir tek loli değil :)

E.Ş : Yahudi dünyada sadece para ile vururlur

Toplam 34 yahudi yalanı vardır en yenisi en az 3 bin yıllık

İ.K : Çok ilham verici konuşuyor aklıma celal Ş. Kıtalar dolaşıyor sözü geldi :) birde iki ayaklı yahudi mallarını da boykot edelim.

A.U : Hepimiz kendi imtihanımızı kazanmak için çalışıyoruz.

E.Ş : Bizim asil Öfkelerimiz var. Biri sana Hamas Terör örgütü derse Sütçü İmamda mı terör örgütüydü de.

İ. K : Ben Erem Şentürke katılmıyorum bizi size hamas terör örgütü derse babandır diyin.

H.T : Boykotu bir yaşam tarzına dönüştürmemiz lazım.

Bizim gençler starbas da değil Nevmekanda daha havalı :)

İ. H : Hakikatten daha hakiki Müslümanlar bu gün Gazzede ler.

B.D : Ben korkuyorum ki bir süre sonra aynaya bakacak yüzümüz olmayacak.

#İnsanlığın onur sınavı Gazze

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mystka · 11 days

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Hello, how are you?

I would like to join your ask game. My initials are: I.H

What I think your ideal type is: I don't know if you're into kpop but I think it's Sunghoon front Enhypen.

Thank you!

yeah im so into kpop and he has some quality that would make up my type 💕 tk you

king of swords rv, 9 of swords + (high priestess)

quality time

#game #love language

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desertwaterwitch · 1 year

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Hello, I hope you’re doing well!

I would like to know Y.H♍️ thoughts/impressions towards me I.H♒️ if possible.. better said as a yes/no question, if he felt attraction/interest towards me?

Thank you so much I appreciate it <33

Hi! Okay so I got an ancestor of yours to help. She was born in the 1970s. She’s conventionally beautiful with long wavy hair. She says she knew you and is related to you. That you knew her too.

As for the question, she says she thinks he likes you.

These are the words you need to probably decipher better, since I don’t know your situation.

“He needs her to give him space from Nick not him.”

“Penny loves you too.”

Then she repeated the first sentence again.

I hope that helps somewhat! I don’t know who Nick and Penny are lol.

#free pendulum readings #pendulum readings #divination

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miruac · 8 months

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003 | croissant

genre: strangers to friends to lovers, slowburn, potential angst, fluff

pairing: casey ruang x yunmei qi

warnings: none

synopsis: casey is a bit homesick, how to cure?

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LIKEY CAFE; 10:45 A.M

saturday morning, on a breezy fall day. just the slightest chill flowing through the mid october breeze. weekends were rather slow for un. not much to do, since she's on top of her assignments. as of now, she sat in a little corner booth at a local diner outside campus.

“well looky looky, what do we have here?”

a familiar voice spoke, catching yun’s attention. she looked up, and there stood casey ruang. a little smirk plastered on his face, his smirk growing into a toothy smile.

“..hi?"

“hey. what’cha up to?” casey pushed his bag below the table, sliding into the booth as he let out a quiet grunt.

yunmei glanced at the croissant in front of her, before glancing back at casey. this diner was always her to-go meal spot. need a quick breakfast? take a breakfeast wrap from their to-go breakfast menu. late night dinner? Their dinner plates will be right out as soon as you even order.

“croissant.”

“i’m sorry?”

“croissant. they have good croissants here.” yun explained as she wiped leftover pastry crumbs off of her mouth with her sleeve. awkwardness creeped in as the two grew silent; plates clinking and quiet chatter being the only sounds. yunmei looked at her pastry sheepishly, whereas casey was looking at the menu. he glanced around before raising his hand. a teenager quickly came over, pulling out a notepad and a pen.

“hi, what would you like today?”

casey looked back at yun, a small smile on his face.

“one plain croissant, please.”

yunmei smiled fondly at casey, going back to her food. she glanced between casey and his backpack. the diner had opened a couple weeks ago, but yun had been frequenting the place recently.

“so, why are you here?”

yunmei took another bite of her croissant, chasing it down with a fresh cup of strawberry milk.

“was looking for a place to write; my literature professor assigned us a mock report, and the dorm wasn’t really a good place. y’know, someone threw a party last night and left their mess for us. what a great morning!”

casey took a deep breath, rubbing his face. now that yun looked closer, she saw that casey’s eyes were dropping and had bags under them. an arrow of concern poked her heart but she decided not to inquire about it.

“jeez, sounds bad. i was gonna go grocery shopping later, you wanna go with me? after you’ve made some progress on your report.”

“yeah, sure. i have to buy a couple snacks anyways.”

it made yun a little happy that she didn’t have to go shop alone, nonetheless she wasn't expecting for him to come with.

;;

I.H DORMITORY 7:20 P.M

evil spawn #1(claudia): insert image me: why does mom have to make my fav when i’m not home evil spawn #1(claudia): lolz evil spawn #1(claudia): did u eat yet me: no, almost done studying evil spawn #1(claudia): i’m snitching to mom me: NO SHE’S GONNA END ME evil spawn #1(claudia): go eat broski me: never call me that ever again evil spawn #1(claudia): ok bye love u me: love u too

click

a wave of melancholy struck casey, causing him to stare up from his work and at the ceiling. after seeing th picture claudia sent, casey realized something. he missed home. the chaos of four siblings, the noisiness, but his mother’s cooking is what he missed the most. It had been a while since he last ate something that truly tastes like home. he glanced at the digital clock on his desk. 7:24, it displayed.

may as well have dinner, i can study later.

casey thought to himself. he had been studying for the past four hours, and it was already past the time he would usually eat dinner. as casey made his way out of his room and into the communal kitchen, the scent of beef and spring onions grew stronger and stronger.

peeking past the corner, he spotted yun at the stove. it seemed like she was sauteeing some sort of noodle dish. casey stood there for a minute, waiting to see if yun would even look away from the stovetop. he stood for a good three or four minutes, before yun scanned the premises. she jumped, then began to laugh as she clutched her heart.

“oh my god, casey! i almost threw my spoon at you, don’t do that."

casey chuckled, walking over to the kitchen island and sitting down.

“okay, okay sorry. what’s on the menu tonight?”

“oh, just this beef noodle dish i ate growing up. i messed up the ratios though, there’s bound to be some-”

growl

casey’s growling stomach interrupted yunmei’s speaking, embarrassment creeping up onto his face.

“..leftovers…i’m gonna assume you’re hungry, and you can have the rest. i don't trust my cooking, so you taste it first!”

yun shoved a bowl of the noodle dish into casey’s arms, and handed him a pair of chopsticks and a spoon. the aroma was heavenly, notes of different soy sauce variations and oyster sauce with that slight smokey scent. it…reminded casey of something familiar.

“if you don't trust your own cooking, why should i trust it?”

“because you’re hungry and i’m not letting you starve.”

“...fine..”

casey hesitantly picked up a couple strands and stared at them with a questionable look, and put them in his mouth. the expression on yunmei’s face was one of uncertainty, her eyes glued onto casey’s face. it was subtle, but his eyes sparked. he looked up at her with a look of excitement on his face and nodded.

“i’m surprised you don’t trust yourself, because this is really good.”

yunmei let out a breath, anxiously shaking her hand. her shoulders felt lighter as her face lit up with happiness.

bzzt

something was vibrating. it was casey’s phone. he pulled it out, and his expression changed to worry. he whispered a ‘sorry’ over to yunmei. His finger hovered against the screen, before flicking up.

“casey, my son! claudia says you didn’t have food, are you eating now?”

a light and airy voice spoke from casey’s phone. other voices were distantly heard in the background. yun assumed it was his mother, judging from the words ‘my son’. she gathered the pots and pans, and placed them in the sink for later.

“mom, mom. i’m fine. i’m okay, just a little tired. i’m eating right now. claudia showed me the seolleongtang you made.”

“sorry, your brothers and sisters wanted it because they know you like it, and they miss you.”

“i’ll be home soon, okay? just two more months and i'll be home for christmas.”

“okay. what are you eating now?”

“well my friend made this beef noodle stirfry, and there was a lot extra so she gave me some.”

casey looked over at yun, who was standing across him. she seemed to be invested in her own bowl. he flashed her a soft smile again, before turning back to his phone.

“okay. I know you’re a busy boy so i’ll let you eat. stay safe and-”

“is that casey? hi big brother!”

“casey!”

“ew, it’s you.”

casey’s phone screen went from displaying just his mother to his whole family. a smile lit up on his face, and yunmei could see his eyes crinkle. it warmed his heart, seeing his whole family after little contact.

“hi everyone. claudia, that’s mean. hi cecillia and cody. are you two being nice to mom and dad?”

“yes! cody helped her make dindin, and claudia draw with me!”

a high pitched girly voice spoke.

"is dad home or is he still at the bakery?"

"yeah, he's still working. your favourite tarts have been the weekly special for like, three times since you left."

a breathy voice spoke, in a slight sing-song tone.

“thanks, claudia. and what about cole?”

the phone screen panned from his siblings, back to his mother.

“oh, cole is having a sleepover with one of his friends. they have soccer game tomorrow. eat now okay? i love you, my son.”

“okay, love you too mom. bye everyone."

“bye casey!”

“byebye big brother!”

“see’ya.”

click

“sorry about the fuss, my family’s a bit on the rowdy side.”

casey took another bite of his food, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin. yun shook her head, fiddling with her utensils.

“it’s okay, your family seems fun. are you the oldest?”

she asked, walking to the fridge.

“yeah. i’m the oldest, then it’s my sister claudia, my brother cole, and the twins cecilia and cody. claudias fifteen, coles eleven, and the twins are both four.”

“oh really? What’s it like,being the oldest?”

yun chuckled, wiping her hand with a napkin. the boy smirked and sighed.

“well, it’s kinda hard since i help my parents with the younger ones, but i don't mind it.. they’re all great kids.”

it was nice, seeing casey talk about his family in such a loving way. if yun was being honest, she thought it was kind of cute.

I.H FILM ROOM; 9:20 A.M

“you’re finally on time, for once!”

“always on time for my favourite class. professor lee still isn’t here?”

casey shook his head, unsheathing his laptop from the case. he pulled out his sketchbook as well, flipping it open to a blank page. this time, yun was prepared. she had stuffed an extra sweater in her backpack, and even brought a couple of instant heat packs if the chill became unbearable.

“nope, i wonder what surprise he’s gonna show up with this time.”

professor lee is casey and yunmei’s film professor, and he always came to class in a special way. sometimes he would wear inflatable animal costumes to teach in, other days he would just not follow the day’s agenda and would just casually talk to the class.

“i’ll buy you lunch if he comes to class wearing a dinosaur costume. he doesn’t, then you treat me.”

yun said, pulling out a packet of mini rice puffs to snack on.

“deal.”

the two shook hands, smirks on both their faces. last time, prof. lee wore a carrot costume and almost every week, he alternates from food costumes to other types of attire. but when yunmei sat down, the professor came through the doors wearing something no one expected him to.

“oh my god.” casey whispered, his eyes slightly widening.

“what even is he wearing? oh whatever, thanks for lunch art boy!” yunmei squealed excitedly.

professor lee came to class in not just one costume, but separate parts of multiple costumes sewn together. the cherry on top of the outfit was the pumpkin hat that sat ever so perfectly the professor's head.

“okay class, let’s get started!”

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EEEEEEEK HI EVERYBODY!!! i'm so sorry for the wait, i got stuck writing this chapter :/ i hope it is up to your standards. but as for other chapters, they may be published rather late. i will try to post at least once a month, but it may be a bit longer. either way im so glad that you all stayed this far, i hope you all had a good first day of school <3 goodbye my loves !!

#podcast au #casey ruang #goodnight central #fluff #miruac #college au #oc #yunmei qi #slowburn #friends to lovers #ftl

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melodybell · 8 months

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symphonies of crickets

thumping in my ears

my heart harmonizing

to the pace of their tune

left to right, right to left

your voice adding lightness like the moon

yet warm like the sun and filling the air;

sharing stories from past lives

to your dreams of possibilities

the night is so dark here,

glimmers of suburban lights twinkling below us

while the sky blends and drapes over

the ridges of the mountains

into the endless, infinite abyss

and just like the mountains tucked away into the sky

i have the feeling;

i want to be covered

i want to be lost in you

now you hang from my lips,

i replay the moments,

i see the shape of your name

catching my breath

because it spells out pain

in our separate worlds, we sleep alone

so i’m pausing the tape

saving it for another rainy day

i have a feeling

it’s my own heart

that will continue to ache

i.h.

#poetry #poem #writing #spilled ink #ink #creative writing #thoughts

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 6 months

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one single thread of gold tyin' me to you (Inotan)

A/N: Here we have day 2 of Inotan Week!!! This is being posted much later in the day than I originally wanted it to be, but oh well, at least I'm finally getting it posted now!! I'm actually really happy with the way this turned out, this is my first time writing a soulmate AU and I LOVE them sm. This world is super fun, so I hope you enjoy it!!

Pairing(s): Inosuke x Tanjiro, Kanao x Aoi

Prompt: Day 2: Flowers

Summary: At 10 years old, everyone gets their soulmate mark. Throughout their life, soulmate injuries lead to flowers. At age 22, Tanjiro finally meets the one whose initials are on his chest.

Tag(s): Soulmate AU, slight angst, child injury/abuse (implied/mentioned), fluff

Word Count: 4,329

Song Inspiration: Invisible String By Taylor Swift

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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[Read on AO3]

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At age 10, everyone receives their soulmate mark. The initials of one’s soulmate appears on the skin right over someone’s heart, looking as if written in their soulmate’s handwriting. For Tanjiro’s family, the appearance of one’s soulmate mark is always a big celebration. As big as someone’s actual birthday. And that’s why he found himself surrounded by his parents, younger siblings, and close friends on the day of his tenth birthday, waiting for his exact time of birth to arrive. Each of them waited with bated breath as the clock ticked closer and closer to 4:37 in the afternoon. Two minutes to go.

Tanjiro exchanges looks with his three best friends sitting on the couch with him, Zenitsu, Muichiro, and Senjuro. Muichiro looks intrigued, Senjuro seems excited, and Zenitsu seems nervous, though that doesn’t surprise Tanjiro as nervous is Zenitsu’s constant state of existence. He then looks over at his mother, who gives him a soft, warm smile that eases any doubts or anxieties he may have in that moment.

He then looks right in front of him as his sister, Nezuko, younger by only a year, walks up to him. She’s holding their father’s phone above her head, the screen lit up and facing Tanjiro’s direction to show him the time. She makes a small, happy humming noise as the time turns from 4:36 to 4:37.

“Feel anything yet, onii-chan?” Hanako asks him immediately, looking at him with wide eyes.

Their father’s hand falls to Hanako’s head, ruffling her hair slightly. “Be patient, dear Hanako, it can take a few moments to actually appear. She lets out an impatient whine as Takeo and Shigeru huff at her sides, also impatient.

Tanjiro giggles quietly at his siblings as he feels a hand touch his shoulder. He turns to his left to look at Senjuro, who gives him an encouraging smile. Tanjiro beams back at him and nods, and that’s when he starts to feel it. It’s a very strange sort of feeling. A strange tingling warmth that starts right above his heart and spreads halfway over his chest. He gasps and brings his hand up to touch where it is on instinct. As soon as he moves, everyone in the room reacts, everyone abuzz with excitement.

The redheaded little boy immediately shoots up and rushes over to the mirror hanging on the wall in the middle of the living room. He pulls his shirt off, too focused on seeing his mark to feel any sort of embarrassment at doing such a thing in front of his friends. Everyone else follows him, crowding around him as they all look in the mirror and at the newly appeared mark on Tanjiro’s chest.

Just a couple of inches underneath Tanjiro’s left collarbone are two letters in handwritten cursive. He brings his hand up to trace his finger over the initials gently. I.H.

“What kind of name starts with I?” Zenitsu asks from beside the redhead, his nose crinkling up.

Muichiro brings his hand up and flicks the side of Zenitsu’s head. “Probably a cooler name than yours.” He quips.

Zenitsu gasps and pouts, bringing his hand up to rub at the spot Muichiro had flicked. “Tanji, Mui’s being mean againnnnn.” Zenitsu whines, but Tanjiro is too focused on his mark to pay much attention to anything going on around him. As he stares at his mark, his entire body feels warm and fuzzy, like he’s tucked under a big, cozy blanket.

After a few more minutes, his mom places a hand on his shoulder while his dad holds up his shirt. “C’mon, my sweet boy, it’s time to head to dinner.” His mom tells him softly. Tanjiro slowly pulls his hand away from his chest and grabs his shirt from his dad, pulling it back over his head and turning to face everyone, unable to keep the giddy grin off his face for the rest of the day.

~*~

It isn’t until over 24 hours later, close to bedtime the next night, that Tanjiro finds out he gained more than just his soulmate’s initials. See, whenever one’s soulmate is injured, flowers appear on their body in the exact same place as their soulmate’s injury, no matter what kind of injury it is. Big or small, serious or not, there’s always flowers, and the flowers that appear with each injury represent the emotions that their soulmate feels right when they receive the injury. Eventually, once the injury heals, the flowers fade. Unless the injury scars, then the flowers stay. When the injury is bad enough to scar, there can also be phantom pains.

When someone’s soulmate already has scars by the time the soulmate mark first appears, not the most common occurrence given how young people are when the mark first appears, the flowers for the scars appear around the same time as the initials, though sometimes it takes awhile.

When Tanjiro’s mark first appeared, he never noticed any flowers marked into his skin, and truthfully, he’d forgotten that it was even a possibility. But that next night, when his mom is helping him get ready for his bath, he admits to her that both his right side and back have been quite sore all day and he’s not sure why. Her brows furrow in concern and she tugs up his shirt to inspect his side, but immediately gasps.

“Mama…?” He asks uncertainly.

There’s a deep frown on her face and she doesn’t reply, instead saying, “Arms up, sweetheart, I’d like to check your back.”

Now feeling anxious, Tanjiro does as she says, holding his arms up as she tugs off his shirt and turns him around gently in order to inspect his back. At first, there’s nothing. No movement or sound from his mom and he squirms slightly, very much wanting to know what’s going on. So, he instead turns to his sense of smell, sniffing the air around him to try and figure out what’s going on with his mom. He’s still learning to pick up the differences between each scent and what each one means, but he’s got most of them memorized, especially when it comes to those closest to him.

Filling the air is the scent of sorrow and concern and he frowns deeply. Is mama okay? He wonders. Before he can ask the question out loud, though, he feels a painful sting on his back as his mother brushes her fingers over his right shoulder blade and he immediately pulls away from her touch instinctively.

His mother sighs softly. “Honey. It seems that your soulmate has a few scars.” She says. Tanjiro’s eyes widen. She doesn’t need to say anything else, he already knows what that means.

He looks down at his side and sees a cluster of aconites and tiger lilies in a line from about an inch above his hip and down, disappearing where his clothes block his view, but from the soreness he’s felt all day, he knows that those flowers stop a few inches down the top of his thigh. Aconites and tiger lilies. He’s spent the last few years studying the meaning of each and every flower, reading through them all over and over until he had them memorized. Aconites represent fear. Tiger lilies represent anger.

He quickly turns around and moves past his mother, hopping up onto his step stool and trying his best to angle himself so that he can see the right side of his back. He manages to see just enough to know what flowers make up that scar. Calla lilies, Amaranthus, and more aconites. Sorrow, hopelessness, fear.

He faces forward again, his back to the mirror. His mother is now standing in front of him, a look of concern on her face as she watches him. He looks up at her, his bottom lip wobbling and tears pricking at his eyes. “Is my soulmate okay, mama?” He asks quietly, his voice shaky.

“Oh, sweetheart, of course they are.” She immediately reassures, pulling him into her arms and embracing him tightly, careful not to touch either of the flower clusters. He clings to her, sniffling. “These are already scars, Tanjiro. They wouldn’t be this detailed if they were fresh wounds. I’m sure your soulmate is just fine.”

He nods after a moment, pulling back and rubbing at his eyes to clear the moisture from them. “Alright, mama.”

~*~

Over the years, Tanjiro received many flowers from injuries, many of them becoming scars. A few more of those injuries were filled with the same negative emotions as his first flowers, but after about a year or so, any injuries his soulmate ended up with were filled with completely different emotions. Things like excitement, frustration, and pride. His mom and dad always say that whoever his soulmate is, they must be quite a reckless person, but Tanjiro’s just glad that there hasn’t been any more injuries or scars like those first ones. And, honestly, it’s not like Tanjiro doesn’t have his fair share of scars as well.

Tanjiro is now 22 years old and in his 4th year of university, majoring in Soulmate Botany and minoring in Biology. It’s the beginning of his first semester of his senior year and it’s also the first time he’ll be attending classes without any of his friends joining him, as none of their classes overlap this semester. But, in full Tanjiro Kamado style, he takes it only as an opportunity to make new friends. So far, he’s become friends with a sweet soulmate couple, Kanao and Aoi. The two of them have been together for the past 7 years, apparently. The two of them, along with Kanao’s brother, just moved into town not that long ago and transferred to the university.

Today was like any other day, nothing different about it at all so far. Tanjiro is waiting for Kanao and Aoi in one of the many common areas of the main university building, as the three of them planned to walk to class together. He was looking down at his phone, scrolling through some notifications, when he feels a presence approach him.

The redhead looks up and comes face to face with Kanao giving him a soft smile, Aoi not too far behind her. “Good morning, Tanjiro.” Kanao says in her quiet timber.

“Good morning to you both!” He beams at them, his ponytail swishing behind him as he puts his phone into his pocket.

As the three of them begin walking towards their next class, Tanjiro feels a slight sting that quickly fades into a warm tingle across his finger. His brow furrows and he looks down to see a new cluster of flowers covering the top half of his left pointer finger. “Huh.” He says, filled with curiosity. One of the flowers that has appeared is familiar, having seen it quite a few times. However, two of them haven’t ever appeared on his body before, not that he knows of.

“Oh? What’d your soulmate do now?” Aoi asks, looking at his finger as well with a raised eyebrow.

“Which flowers do you have now?” Kanao asks, looking just as curious as Tanjiro himself.

“Gardenia, Iris, Ranunculus. Surprise, hope, attraction.” He says automatically, like reading directly from a textbook.

“Attraction, huh?” Aoi gives him a look full of mischief. “Seems like your soulmate is exploring the field a bit.” She says teasingly.

Tanjiro snorts and shrugs, shaking his head at her. “I don’t really care if they are, Aoi. It’s not like we’ve met yet.”

“It truly doesn’t bother you?” Kanao asks, her head tilted to the side slightly.

“Not at all.” He answers truthfully. “My soulmate’s love life before we meet is nothing for me to be concerned about. As long as we end up together eventually.”

“You’re pretty weird, Kamado.” Aoi quips.

“You’re one to talk, Kanzaki.” Tanjiro quips back, nudging her with his elbow. The three of them share a laugh as they continue their walk.

~*~

Two days later, Tanjiro finally gets to meet Kanao’s brother. The two of them aren’t biologically related, though aside from that, he doesn’t know much else since it isn’t brought up in conversation very often. But today, Kanao and Aoi invited him out to lunch, telling him that Kanao’s brother would also be joining them, and Tanjiro was happy to say yes.

Entering the small restaurant near the university dorms, it doesn’t take long for him to spot Kanao and Aoi’s butterfly hair clips. As he makes his way over to the booth they’re sitting at, he spots a third person with them. He can see a full head of black to blue ombre hair pulled back in a short ponytail, bangs covering most of their forehead and almost falling into their eyes. But before he can register any other details about the person, they’re stumbling past Aoi out of the booth and hurrying to stand right in front of him right as he reaches the table.

His eyes widen slightly as his vision is suddenly filled with bright green eyes and a sweetly flustered face. “Hello!” He greets kindly, giving them a warm smile.

“H-hey!” They greet him, the person brings a hand up to rub at the back of their neck as Tanjiro hears giggles coming from the two women still sitting down.

For a moment, the two of them just stare at each other. Tanjiro finds himself completely captured by their eyes. There’s something about the bright green that reminds him of sunlight shining on fresh grass. He looks away from the person’s eyes only to observe the rest of their face. Soft, pink lips with a natural upturn, a small nose with clusters of freckles dotted all over it that spread across their pink-tinted cheeks. They were so…cute. The thought surprises him and he blinks.

Someone clears their throat right as Kanao speaks up. “Introductions, Keke.”

Those green eyes widen slightly and they hurry to take a small step back and hold out their hand for Tanjiro to shake. “I-I’m Inosuke Hasibira!” They exclaim, grinning widely.

Tanjiro finds that grin infectious and returns it with one of his own as he grabs Inosuke’s hand to shake. “Nice to meet you, Inosuke! I’m Tanjiro Kamado!” He replies, giving their hand a firm e shake before letting go. “Not to make you uncomfortable or anything, but what are your pronouns…?” He asks curiously.

“Oh!” Inosuke pulls their hand back and taps their fingers against the tops of their thighs. “Uh, w-well, any, a-all!” It’s clear their words come out louder than intended, as they wince as soon as they finish speaking. “I-I don’t really, uh, care what pronouns are used f-for me, you can c-call me anything.” Inosuke stumbles over his own words and Tanjiro can smell how nervous he is, though he’s not sure why.

Hoping to put them at ease, he gives them a warm, reassuring smile and nods. “That’s good to know, thank you, Inosuke. My pronouns are just he/him.” He informs him.

“Great!” Inosuke nods.

“You weirdos gonna sit down or what?” Aoi asks from behind Inosuke.

“Oh, of course!” Tanjiro slides in next to Aoi, Kanao on her other side and Inosuke sliding in right beside Tanjiro.

“Tanjiro, Inosuke is my brother.” Kanao informs him as she slides a menu over to him, Inosuke already grabbing his.

“I see. How are the two of you related, by the way? I know it isn’t biologically, but you never really specified past that, Kanao.” He looks between her and Inosuke curiously.

“Through marriage.” Inosuke pipes up, causing Tanjiro’s attention to settle on him. “My mama’s married to Kan’s legal guardian, Shinobu.”

“Oh, wow, that’s cool. How long have they been married?” He asks curiously.

“About nine years now.”

“That’s so sweet. They’re soulmates, I would assume?”

“Yep! Found each other a bit late, though.” Inosuke says, a slight frown appearing on their face.

“Yes, but they still found each other eventually, that’s what matters.” Kanao speaks up, and Tanjiro watches as the siblings exchange a meaningful look that he doesn’t quite understand. Then Aoi speaks, and they both return to their normal expressions.

“We ordered you a sweet tea, Tan, since we figured that’s what you’d want anyways.” She says as the waitress appears to bring their drinks to them.

“Thanks, A, that’s perfect.” He tells her gratefully as he takes the glass from the outstretched hand in front of him.

As Inosuke reaches for his own drink next, something catches Tanjiro’s eye that he hadn’t noticed before. On Inosuke’s left pointer finger, there’s a bandaid wrapped around it. “Hey, Inosuke, what happened to your finger?” He asks them, only slightly concerned.

The black-haired man looks confused for a moment, brows furrowing, before realization lights up their face and they look down at their finger. “Oh, right!” Then his expression turns sheepish. “I just got a little papercut yesterday, it’s nothing really.” He admits.

“Yeah, it’s completely nothing compared to all the injuries that she’s gotten on purpose.” Aoi says, putting great emphasis on the last two words. “Swear, this one doesn’t even know what the word “safe” even means.” She grumbles.

Tanjiro raises an eyebrow at the comment as he starts looking through the menu. “Awww, do I worry you, Miss Aoi?” Inosuke asks, peeking past Tanjiro and batting their eyelashes in a way that reminds the redhead exactly why he had to question Inosuke’s gender in the first place. Right, he said any pronouns. That means “she” as well, just like Aoi used. He reminds himself.

Aoi immediately responds with a roll of her eyes. “In your dreams, Hashi.” Kanao and Tanjiro giggle at their banter and the rest of lunch goes by filled with laughter and fun conversation.

~*~

After their first meeting, Tanjiro sees a lot more of Inosuke. The two of them don’t have any classes together, as both their majors and minors are quite different, Inosuke majoring in Photography and minoring in Art. But they walk each other to classes and meet up in the common areas or for lunch sometimes. The third time they see each other is when they exchange numbers and start talking outside of school as well.

Tanjiro finds himself enjoying his time talking to Inosuke much more than he realized that he would. In fact, he enjoys it in a way that he’s never felt before with anyone else. Senjoru, currently his roommate, keeps teasing him about it, making comments about how smitten he is with his new friend. He’s even commented a time or two about Inosuke possibly being Tanjiro’s soulmate, and while he usually just brushes off such things, Tanjiro can’t help but imagine it sometimes, being with Inosuke in that way. He can admit that it feels right. The feeling he has when he’s around Inosuke is the same one he’s always felt when he touches his soulmate mark. That same warm and fuzzy blanket wrapped around him.

Not only that, but Inosuke has the exact right initials. I.H. Inosuke Hashibira. That can’t be a coincidence, right? He questions internally. The signs are adding up and Tanjiro has noticed enough of them to convince him that he should ask Inosuke about their mark. And so, on a day in which he has the apartment to himself and no classes to attend, he invites Inosuke over to hang out for the afternoon. And now, Inosuke, having accepted his invitation, is knocking on the door.

Tanjiro opens up the door with a grin. “Hey there, Ino!”

“What’s up, Tanpachiro?” Inosuke greets, stepping past him and into the apartment.

He closes the door behind him and then turns around and gestures to the entire living room. “Make yourself at home. Do you want something to drink?” He asks them, hoping the answer is yes so that he can spend just a little more time preparing himself.

“Yeah, surprise me.” Inosuke tells him, flopping down on the couch.

Tanjiro chuckles as he walks into the kitchen and to the fridge, pulling out two peach sodas. Closing the fridge, he leans his head against it for a moment, taking a deep breath. He can do this. It’s just a simple question. ‘What are your soulmate initials and do they happen to be in my handwriting?’ Yeah, so simple. Not like the answer could possibly change his entire life or anything like that. He shakes his head at himself. There’s only one way through it and that’s to just spit it out.

He walks back into the living room. “Hey, Inos-” Tanjiro freezes as he lays eyes on Inosuke again.

In the few minutes he spent in the kitchen, his friend has adjusted his position on the couch so that he’s now upside down, now bare feet hanging off the back and head hanging close to the floor at the front of the couch. There’s nothing too surprising about the position. From what he knows about Inosuke so far, something like this is perfectly normal. The thing is, the position has caused all of Inosuke’s bangs to hang down towards the ground along with the rest of his hair, revealing their forehead to Tanjiro for the very first time since they first met each other.

And with that reveal, Tanjiro finds another piece of evidence to add to his ever-growing list that leads to the conclusion of Inosuke being his soulmate. On the left side of Inosuke’s head, is a cluster of flowers. Gardenia and Amaryllis. Surprise and determination. That in itself isn’t anything out of the ordinary, except for the fact that those flowers are in the same exact spot that Tanjiro’s scar on his forehead is at. The one he got when saving his younger brother from being hit with a steaming hot kettle. Surprise at the incident and determination to not let his sibling get hurt.

Inosuke looks away from his phone and at Tanjiro, his head tilting to the side slightly once he sees the surprised look on the redhead’s face. “Tan? You alright?” He asks.

“Y-yeah, uh, I’m fine.” He replies, taking a deep breath and shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts. “Those are some pretty flowers on your forehead.” He comments casually, walking over and setting both of the sodas on the table in the middle of the room.

Inosuke’s eyes widen slightly and Tanjiro sees a slight shade of pink come to his cheeks as he turns his body and sits on the couch normally in one motion. “Oh yeah, they are pretty cool, aren’t they?” Inosuke clears their throat.

“When did they show up?” He asks the black-haired man, sitting down beside him a little closer than he normally would.

Inosuke looks away from him, tapping his feet on the floor. “Ah, when I was about 13 or so. Been awhile.”

Tanjiro swallows and licks his lips. “Oh, cool. I got the scar on my forehead when I was 13.” He informs him.

“Really? How’d you get it?” Inosuke turns his head to face him again, the scents of anticipation, anxiety, and curiosity filling the air around them.

Tanjiro gives him a bright, warm smile. “My little brother, Takeo, was almost hit with a hot tea kettle that had been knocked over. I jumped in the way and took the hit instead, giving me this.” He taps his finger against the scar.

“Oh, wow. Sounds like something you would do.” Inosuke tells him, his tone slightly teasing. The redhead giggles a little before falling silent, neither speaking up for a moment. Then he decides to speak up again.

"Inosuke…what are your soulmate's initials?" Tanjiro asks quietly, his words barely above a whisper as he locks eyes with those bright greens.

Inosuke looks back at him, the look on his face the softest Tanjiro had seen from them. "T.K." He utters out. "Yours?"

Tanjiro sucks in a breath as soon as he says those letters, his heart nearly beating out of his chest now. "I.H."

The other man's eyes sparkle as soon as it leaves his lips. "Kanao and Aoi kept teasing me that first week we met 'cause I kept swearing that you were my soulmate as soon as I first saw you. They didn't believe me until the signs started adding up." He tells him.

A wave of warmth travels through Tanjiro. "What? In the restaurant?" He asks.

"No, idiot. In the common area, couple days before that." At Tanjiro's surprise, they continue. "I was in the room that day when you met up with them. I had just finished talking with my sister about something when the two of them walked right over to you and I watched them walk over, which led to me seeing you. I looked at you right as you looked up and it's like you were glowing." He explains.

Tanjiro feels heat rise to his cheeks, knowing without a doubt that a blush is now covering them. He scoots closer so that now their legs are pressed together and Inosuke accepts the physical contact immediately, reaching up and brushing a lock of red hair behind his ear. "I knew right then and there that I had to meet you. Talk to you. Because I knew you were the one, immediately. But then the paper in my hand - a map of the school that I was still trying to memorize - slipped and sliced a cut across my finger. It distracted me and by the time I looked back up, you had already left with Kanao and Aoi. So, I asked them to introduce me to you."

"You really knew this whole time?" Tanjiro asks him, voice full of awe.

"Of course I did. I am smarter than you, after all." Inosuke quips, some of his usual cocky attitude bleeding through. In response, all Tanjiro can bring himself to do is laugh and surge forward, pressing their lips together.

~*~

A/N: What did you think?? I have a lot of headcanons for this AU and many different scenarios rolling around in my head for it, so if you guys like this AU and want more, please let me know!!! I'd love to add more to this world and storyline ^-^ I hope you enjoyed my little story!!!

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