#demon slayer chapter 200
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Not me tearing up over the fact that Sanemi probably had been the one to see Obanai and Mitsuri dead together and with Kaburamaru still holding on to them until he finally came because poor Kaburamaru must have still been trying to keep them together and didn't trust anyone to get close in case they would get separated and then—
#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#kimetsu manga#kny#kny sanemi#kaburamaru#obanai iguro#mitsuri#kanroji mitsuri#sanemi shinazugawa#snake mvp#chapter 200#bro#obamitsu#Spoilers#kny spoilers
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My brother: *explains the plot of Beserk to me and shows me a picture of Griffith*
Me: Oh hey it's the pretty guy who I've seen sims cc of. He looks so angelic.
My brother: No he actually turns into a demon. He did horrible things to the princess
Me: oh. still pretty though
#he was rewatching aot part 1 before watching part 2 and i was asking him about what else he's seen#i paraphased the “horrible things” a little since i don't quite want to say it here#and then he advised me not to watch the show#partially bc the ending would leave me disappointed so i'd read the manga but it's 200 chapters#i did read jjk aot and demon slayer so not a problem but i should probably focus on college
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Dorms React to Demon Slayer! Mc
Hooray! Pomefiore! Sorry for taking so long (I was sad) but thank you so much for 200+ followers. I love you all <3
No gendered pronouns for mc/Yuu, only “you” is used, can be platonic or romantic
Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw- Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomefiore (here) - Ignihyde - Diasomnia
Warnings: angsty, spoilers for chapter 5, ptsd mentioned, dark themes, mc basically has a panic attack in Vil’s part, also its really fucking long my bad, Google translate French
Context:
You're a demon slayer, an extremely experienced one at that. You have been fighting demons ever since you were young, and preparing to do so even younger. When you were unexpectedly thrown into Twisted Wonderland and admitted to NRC, you hid your sword in your uniform, and stashed away your clothes once you could. You figured the best way to survive here was to hide your cards. After all, being surrounded by morally questionable strangers with magic was not ideal. In case you really needed it, you figured it was best to pretend to be weak so your strength could cover you when you needed it most.
Now that a few months have passed and you've gained reliable friends, you didn't see a point anymore. You felt safer than you ever have in your entire life. You were no longer on a battlefield, no longer surrounded by the pained cries of the people you failed to save. But the battle was catching up to you. Now that you were no longer fighting constantly, you had more time to think. You're nightmares of battle have been getting worse and you can't escape it. The guilt of hiding such an integral part of yourself from your friends wasn't helping either. Eventually though, you let the dam break. You tell them about your life, the reason behind your scars and show them your sword. There's tears in your eyes and you're shaking like the child you once were long ago.
Vil
He was intrigued by your choice of clothes, and at the same time a little horrified by your clearly unkempt skin.
As tempted as he was to help you out, he had a job to do. He never thought about you much until SDC came around. But the first thing he noticed was your terrible sleeping schedule.
He noticed that when he got up for his morning workout/skincare routine, you were already finishing a workout. And yet he’d catch you the night before sneaking out. When the hell did you sleep?
He did not appreciate it at all. Your complete lack of self care was not appropriate for the manager if his dance group >:( Especially since you held so much potential! You clearly cared about your strength, so why not the rest of you!?!
Vil decided to keep a closer eye on you to try to fish out a reason why. That’a when he noticed particular things about you.
It was a simple moment, something that really shouldn’t have stuck out to him. You had only handed him his water bottle during a quick break. But for a split second your hand brushed his, and he noticed how rough they were. When he looked down he was almost taken aback by the callouses and scars that littered your hand.
He decided not to let his surprise show, and only said a small “thank you”.
You only confused him more when he noticed even more scars that would pop out from the collar and cuffs of your shirt.
He asked Rook about it once, but only received another one of his vague tangents about your beauty.
Of course, he wouldn’t be Vil if he just stopped there. So he decided to make the difficult decision to switch up his sleeping schedule to catch you in the act.
He succeeded in his little stakeout and managed to catch you. And imagine his surprise in seeing you decked out in a uniform with your sword fastened to your body.
Both of you were stuck in silence, with Vil being the first to break it.
“Potato, what are you doing…?” There was a small frown placed on his pristine face, his brows lowered in almost a disappointed way.
“Uhm, it’s a bit hard to explain.”
“I have the time.”
Silence fell over the two of you again. You began to wonder if you should make a break for it, but Vil spoke up first.
“Sword aside, you should not be sacrificing your sleep like this.” He sighed deeply, “Just because you are not performing does not mean this is fine. On the other hand I will not punish you for it because you are not performing. Go to bed.”
You sighed in defeat, you couldn’t even remember the last time someone even made that request of you. Reluctantly, you decided to abide to his wishes (you actually just jumped out your window)
The next day, Vil still wasn’t satisfied. You still acted the same, sure, but you were clearly exhausted! No wonder your skin was in such poor condition, the dark circles under your eyes were a telltale sign. So he planned a more direct way to wrench out answers.
He managed to catch you alone in a room of Ramshackle. You were just cleaning another one of the countless filthy rooms humming to yourself peacefully. You really do nothing but work yourself ragged, he would’ve been impressed if not by the clear toll it was taking on you.
“You know, I really should report that sword to the Headmaster.”
“He already knows.” You looked back at him with a cheeky smile, “He let me keep it since it’s one of the few things that came with me other than the clothes on my back.”
“I see.” Vil hummed, closing the door behind him. Part of him wanted to ask why you had it in the first place, but something told him the answer wasn’t something he’d want to know. Then again…
“To train with that sword is the reason you go out late, isn’t it?”
You nodded hesitantly, “That’s right, I didn’t want to get rusty just because I’m not home. So I figured I should keep training.”
Vil watched as you kept cleaning the window, for a moment he could see your eye’s reflection flicker to him as the silence continued. If you were hiding something it was difficult to tell, nevertheless he continued on.
“I put a curse on your sword. If you try to train with it you’ll be locked in place, and I’ll know when you try.”
You whipped around with wide, almost terrified, eyes, “Vil! Why would you-“
The absolutely exasperated expression you held only reassured Vil’s conviction. If he was going to get you to sleep, this was how.
“It’ll only be for one night, that’s all I’m asking. 7 hours of sleep and the curse will be lifted.”
You frowned, still salty by the whole situation. For the limited amount of time you knew him, one thing you understood was that there was no way you would get out of this. You turned away from him with a hardened expression before letting it fall away. Your shoulders dropped as you nodded slowly, “Alright, deal. Just one night, right?”
“I would prefer it to be every night.” Vil sighed, “I told you all at least 7 hours each night at the beginning of this camp. Although I figured I would need to compromise for now.”
You bit your lip and tried to not let your worry show. Just one night.
It turns out one night meant one night of uninterrupted sleep. Safe to say you weren’t able to touch your sword for weeks.
After SDC and Vil’s overblot, you knew a few nights peace. Although you never managed to get a full nights rest, which meant your sword stayed cursed. It was just another night, and you had gone to sleep in hope you’d stay asleep until morning again.
Unsurprisingly to you, you had woken up nearly screaming. You had another nightmare, and with each one being more vivid than the last you didn’t see yourself falling asleep anytime soon. Shakily getting out of bed you reached for your sword to train and hopefully get it off your mind.
Unfortunately you remembered the curse. So before you could touch it you retracted your hand and decided to leave for the roof instead.
You took a few deep breaths, deciding to cry once you were sure you were safe from any prying eyes that laid in you dorm. Shakily, you took to the hallway and climbed the ladder to the roof of Ramshackle. Your little safe haven away from the stress residing under you.
You felt the cool air hit your face, only getting colder as the tears you held back began to fall. The dream was just so… real this time. It wasn’t even just other demon slayers and civilians getting killed, it was your friends here. They were supposed to be safe, especially with you around. But you just let them die in your arms, you were helpless again.
You curled yourself up into a ball, shaking violently as you sobbed. Terrible images still flashed through your mind, old scars felt as if they were burning in your skin as your mind took over your reality.
You tugged at your hair, your clothes, and even clawed at your skin in an attempt to ground yourself. Nothing worked, you were still trapped in your nightmare. So you continued to choke on your sobs as you fought through your memories.
Because of that, you didn’t notice Vil come up to the roof. Vil had known you still weren’t sleeping, so he had planned to catch you in the middle of the night. If it weren’t sword training, why were you waking up?
He wasn’t sure what to do when he saw you. You looked so small as you sat curled into yourself. You we’re nothing like the resilient, strong Prefect he knew you as. Rather, you resembled something more of a tragic hero.
Maybe it was because he felt partially responsible for this, or the fact he still wished for you to relax, but either way he approached you and put a gentle hand on your shoulder.
That was a bit of a mistake. Once you felt the foreign hand on you, you gasped and leapt back as if you were preparing to fight. Your eyes held nothing but utter horror as you stared at him, all red and puffy from your crying.
Vil frowned, his brows creasing his normally perfect face. He spoke slowly and softly, “I’m sorry, I did not mean to scare you.”
The tension never released from your shoulders. You stayed taut, as if you prepared to fight. Your eyes seemed almost glazed over, as if they didn’t even comprehend the space around you.
“Potato, are you alright?”
Somehow, upon hearing the nickname there was a flash of recognition. You relaxed a little, allowing your arms to fall to your sides. “Vil I…” You gulped, unable to find the words for a moment, “Why are you here..?”
Vil’s frown only deepened. He shook his head with a sigh, “I wanted to know why even after all this time my curse hasn’t lifted.” He crossed his arms, “Prefect, you may not be acting manager anymore but I still want you to at least get one full nights rest. You have so much potential, I just want you to realize that.”
Your expression changed to something unreadable. You seemed to be studying him, as if he was a puzzle you couldn��t figure out. For a moment you smiled before throwing your head in your hands, “You know, you really are kind, Vil.”
Your shoulders began to shake, “I’m so sorry, I guess I’m just not used to this. Normally I’m the one worrying about other people.” You laughed to yourself, as if you were trying to convince yourself of something. Vil stood by quietly, taking a few steps forward as you spoke again, “Vil, please, go back to your dorm. It’s cold out you know?”
“You’re right, let’s go inside.”
Too tired to argue, you allowed him to lead you inside the rickety dorm. You refused to look at him, a little ashamed by the way you allowed him to catch you at such a vulnerable moment. But you knew he had no ill intent, you just hoped he was prepared for the answers to the questions he no doubt had.
Vil sat on the couch and motioned for you to do the same. As you did he looked at you almost with pity. You were exhausted, shaking, and resembled more of a kicked puppy than anything. He sighed again and placed a bottle of swirling blue colors on the table, “It’s a sleeping potion.” He explained, “Normally I would not suggest you take it now, since you wouldn’t wake up until the afternoon by now, but…”
He looked at you again, you’re eyes were fixated on the bottle, and they were haunted. Void of life or hope, or even sadness or anger, just blank, barely even comprehending the world around them. He was sure that this was the right decision this time. You spoke softly, “Thank you, I appreciate it really, but I’d rather not.”
Vil’s eyes shot open, with you being on the verge of passing out, you’re really going to skip this opportunity of genuine sleep? Before he could retaliate you continued, “I have nightmares, as stupid as it sounds they’re the reason I can’t sleep. I don’t want to be stuck in one all night.” You finally looked at him, this time apologetically, “Thank you, truly. I’m honored you’re so invested in helping me. I…”
Your face fell into despair again as tears threatened to fall. You took in a shaky breath, “Vil, you don’t know what I’ve seen back home, what’s happened because of me and my weaknesses. If anything this is what I deserve.”
Vil stood up suddenly, his face switching between anger and exasperation, “I don’t know your life, yes, but I know you don’t deserve this!” He spoke firmly, never raising his voice, “You haven’t once slept properly since coming here have you? Or even before that? Prefect I-“ He took in a breath to calm himself, “Prefect, I just want you to realize the potential you hold. I won’t make you take the potion, but I will make you go back to sleep. So please, what can I do to help?”
Vil took your hand softly as more tears began to leave your eyes. Between shaky breaths you explained your nightmares and your life before Twisted Wonderland. Vil was actually a bit more shocked than he would’ve liked, but allowed you to continue. Rooks vague little sayings connected to your stories as he began to understand.
In the end he took you to your room, cleaning you up and going through a small skincare routine to relax. He brushed through your hair, anything to get the tension out of your shoulders.
You fell asleep almost immediately once you went to bed. You slept the best you had in years, and while yes you didn’t wake up until the afternoon even without the potion, the curse lifted from your sword. Safe to say, you and Vil were a lot closer than before.
“Prefect, don’t hesitate to ask for help alright? Proper sleep is just one more step for you to realize your full potential. You can be strong in more ways than one, and I want to lead you the best I can.”
Rook
As some of you may have guessed, he already knew.
This stalker could tell easily you were a warrior of some sort, it was only a matter of why.
He started trailing you from the start. Granted, he rarely did it until you truly piqued his interest.
You had caught him trailing at you. And while he was sure you couldn’t see him, you stared directly into his eyes, as if you were reaching for his very soul. It shook him to his core in more ways than one. It was at that moment he decided to take you more seriously.
He knew about your sword, your secret trainings, your uniform, your breathing technique, he just couldn’t quite figure what it was all for. He assumed you were a soldier of some kind, although why they would have someone so young so highly trained was another question.
He enjoyed watching you train, it brought a new and fresh perspective on beauty. The magicless prefect who still has a way to fight! And such a magnificent way too! The mysterious fog of it all excited him, he just needed to learn more.
Truth be told, you could tell someone was following and watching you. And you hated it, because why the hell was someone stalking you?? Demons didn’t exist here so there’s be no reason why someone would be out to kill you… right?
Because it truly didn’t feel that way. While you didn’t know it was Rook, it felt like you were prey being hunted. Which was a feeling you were all too familiar with.
At first you thought it was just nerves. Being in danger constantly then suddenly being thrown somewhere safe surely wouldn’t translate smoothly, but after feeling that way for months without any change you got sick of it.
You started to actively seek out your little stalker, and your first tip was actually the arrow Rook shot at you and your friends to announce their participation in SDC.
You felt the same presence, just like the months prior. Whoever it was was staring at you again, readying an attack. Eyeing for the perfect moment.
You turned your head at the perfect time, seeing the glint of an arrowhead whiz toward you. You caught it with utmost precision, but before you could track where it came from the attacker was gone.
It was easy to deduce that the arrow came from Rook (Ace and Deuce were very quick to point out how you actually caught an arrow from that freaky upperclassman after all) But her couldn’t be your stalker. You barely even met a few weeks ago!
But his presence never failed to grace you at least once every day. You could feel his chilling green eyes set on you, and you were determined to confront him.
So when SDC’s training camp rolled around, you figured that would be the easiest time to catch him. No way someone like him would pass up on the opportunity to look into your life so closely right?
You were right, actually. One night you could feel his eyes on you once again as you snuck out to train. You knew he’s watched you train before, so your element of surprise would be gone. But mage or not, there’s only so fast he could run compared to you.
So you left Ramshackle same as always, donned in your uniform with your sword by your side. You could already feel his eyes on you as you ran toward the forest. His presence would shift from time to time as he trailed you, but like a masterful hunter he kept out of sight.
After some time of running like normal, you decided to drop yourself out of his sight. You jumped into the low hanging trees and quickly hid.
From this angle you could see Rook in the branches, through the moonlight you could make out the smile he wore. His satisfaction and intrigue was obvious, even as he looked around confusedly for you. You quickly maneuvered yourself through the branches and crouched behind him.
Before you could do anything though, Rook twisted around with quite possibly the most ecstatic smile ever.
“To not only lose sight of you, but to have you sneak up on me must be my greatest embarrassment as a hunter!” He laughed joyously as he jumped away. “You truly are befitting of a trickster!”
As you chased him down it quickly became a game between you two. Once you caught up to Rook he would twist and maneuver out of your grasp and hide away, only for you to find him again. You let him win a little, seeing some fun in the chase. Eventually though, you figured it was time to actually catch him.
You made a dive toward him, one that he was unable to escape. As you pinned him to the ground you stared hard into his striking green eyes, “Why have you been following me, Rook?”
He laughed, “You must forgive me Trickster, your beauté mystérieuse was simply too alluring. I could not resist watching your beauty grow, guerrier.”
“Hmph.” You rolled off of him, sitting up on the grass as you watched Rook fix himself. You sighed deeply, “How much do you know? Or I guess, who else knows?”
“Roí de Poison is still unaware, I assure you.” He attempted to give a reassuring smile, “It’s come to my understanding that your power originates through breathing and not magic, yes? And that sword is not made of steel, nor any other metal here. You must also belong to some sort of organization with that uniform, are you a soldier perhaps?”
You tried to hide your surprise, (what could you expect really), as you confirmed his findings. You exchanged information for a while, eventually getting around to explaining demons and being a demon slayer.
Rook gave you undivided attention as he soaked all the information in. What a beautiful and radiant person you are! You were like a bright flame of hope that blazed your enemies and served your people. He wish you would let him sing your praises to others.
Rook continued to follow you around, now with your permission. Occasionally at night, you would play your game of chase again. Although Rook is yet to win, he enjoys the challenge and feeling of being the one hunted for once.
Both of you would show off your scars to each other. Retelling battles, or hunts, and the adventures. Rook would often go off on a tangent about the beauty of his particular prey, or the scenery around it. He loved the attention you gave him, and you appreciated the attention it took off of your less sugar coated tales.
Rook never looked at you in pity, nor in doubt. He believed you completely, and would often find himself ensnared in your tales. Rook found he loved hearing your retellings of anything from battles to lunches shared while traveling.
Although one night he noticed you weren’t up to your normal levels of energy. In fact, you looked a little heartbroken. While it has its own beauty, he absolutely couldn’t stand seeing you so distraught.
“Trickster, what causes you to frown so?”
You wordlessly leaned up against a tree, breathing deeply. You soaked in the earth around you as you tried to ground yourself. You were close to Rook now, despite the sketchy start. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him anything but the truth (you wondered if you even could before he figured you out).
“Rook, my job back home was to save people. But I couldn’t save everyone.” You closed your eyes, biting your cheek as you fought down the memories, “Some days are worse than others, but I never forget them. That last part isn’t always a good thing.”
“I still see them sometimes, their screams, their bodies.” You bit back a sob, “Part of me doesn’t want to go back home. I don’t think I could stand telling another parent their child is dead.”
“But I need to go home, I know that more than anyone. I have a job, a duty to protect those people. Even at the cost of my life, I swore it, I I still intend to do that. So why do I feel this way?”
You laughed dryly, slowly sinking to the ground as you lifted your head to the stars. “You know, when humans grieve, they tend to look up at the sky. Do you think it’s just to avoid tears falling or something else?”
Rook stared at you silently before taking a seat next to you on the ground. “I believe we search for freedom when we look to the sky. Since dawn of time humans had wished to fly free with birds, so perhaps when we look to the sky that’s what we wish for. We wish for freedom from our sorrows and hardships; To fly away and embrace the sun.”
You smiled a little, “That’s what I like to believe too.”
Rook smiled pleasantly as comfortable silence fell over the two of you. You both looked to the stars as they shimmered and twinkled in all their glory. You have seen the night sky countless times, but somehow, being here in Twisted Wonderland, it all seemed new and bright. It wasn’t tainted by tragedies or bloodshed, it was beautiful.
Epel
He didn’t think about you too much initially. Mostly he was just amused over the whole event at orientation.
You seemed interesting enough with your choice of clothing. Maybe you were from a small town like him?
You became closer friends over the course of SDC. Both of you shared a sort of kinship over feeling so out of place in such a prestigious and modern environment.
You always appreciated the snacks he gave you. Many of the foods he provided were different from back home, sure, but the handmade feel reminded you so much of home.
Like Ace and Deuce, Epel found out by accident when he walked in on you working out.
You thought you’d be safe, after all you were in a tiny little room in the depths of Ramshackle. You just needed some time away from everyone in the dorm, but without the safety of the night you couldn’t leave to the forest for training.
Luckily with the help of the Ghosts you found a small room hidden away and some old gym equipment. Unfortunately it was hot af in there and if you covered up as much as you usually did you’d probably pass out. There were no windows to open, or any real ventilation for that matter.
So you wore normal workout clothes showing off your arms and legs, and to extension your scars. You thought nothing of it, completely unaware of the shitshow that was about to occur.
Epel was just exploring Ramshackle with Ace and Deuce. They started out looking for you but got distracted by the archaic building. They wanted to look around ok! Not like Ace was looking out for something interesting in the storage closet he could steal.
Eventually they came across a door a little off to the side and hidden in the halls. They just thought it was a storage closet and got interested, so they opened the door.
“Prefect! There you are. Jeez, we were looking for you everywhere.” “Wait, no! Epel don’t look!”
“Wha’ ihn da corn fiel’ hell ‘append to yur arms??!!”
“Ace! Deuce! All of you out!” You practically barked out as they scurried away. You sighed, you really couldn’t catch a break huh?
You put down your weights and attempted to refrain from kicking the door open. Has the idea of knocking seriously left their heads? You did not appreciate this trend at all.
“Sorry Prefect…” Deuce spoke meekly. Epel was off to the side, a little shaken. Like Ace and Deuce, initially he thought you were in something crazy. And here he thought you were just a magicless human! Maybe the two of you were alike somehow, for being misjudged because of ability.
“What did you three even need me for? Rehearsal isn’t going to start for another few hours.” You deadpanned, “Don’t tell me Grim got stuck in a tree again.”
“It don’ matta! Er ya evn’ gon menshun wha ‘appened?!” Epel motioned wildly to your exposed arms and legs. “I sen sum nasty scars befor’ bu wha coulda’ caused tha’?!”
“Rude.” You sighed again, waving them inside the little room, “I’m not going to let you interrupt my workout too. Come on, I’ll explain.”
Epel is initially a little horrified, after the initial shock though he’d think your so cool. Man or not, you exhibited the toughness and strength he always wanted.
Expect him to join you and Jack for workouts. He’s so excited to learn from the both of you, though he tries to be cool about it.
He loves hearing your tales about demons and the different types of slayers. A hashira that couldn’t match in strength found a way to use poisons instead? Amazing. The absolute tanks of men who are able to match the speed of demons? Please tell him more.
One day he did take you to his hometown. He was so excited to show off his pride to someone he respected so much. You were touched by the lack of modernity the city and NRC showed off. It felt closer to home, and you began to feel a bit homesick. Despite everything you still loved your home huh?
When was the last time you saw a forest this untouched by people? When was the last time you ate fruit straight from the source? Not to mention the stars, they were so much brighter here.
You tried hard not to let anyone see as the tears left your eyes gently. As you gazed up at the night sky, you wondered if you’d ever get back home, or if this was the closest you’d ever be.
“Prefect?”
You shout up from the grass you had been laying on, “Epel! Sorry I didn’t see you.” You quickly wiped your eyes, hoping the darkness would hide the puffiness of your eyes.
“What are you doin out here?“
You shrugged, “I wanted to look at the stars.”
Epel huffed, “It’s late, Vil would have a fit if he was here.”
“He’s not here though.”
Silence fell between the two of you for a moment. Eventually Epel joined you on the grass. The sounds of the night comforted the both of you as the silence continued.
“What we’re you thinking about out here?”
“What do you mean?”
Epel huffed, “No one comes out to lay on scratchy grass and look at the stars just for fun. Was something bothering you?”
You sighed a little, crossing your arms as you spoke quietly, “This town reminds me of my home. It’s small, nothing like the Night Raven College or any of the other cities I’ve seen here.” You smiled a little, “I missed it, the feeling of peacefulness. And for the record, some people do like stargazing.”
Epel rolled his eyes, but after a pause he asked again, “What was your hometown like then?”
You smiled, “Well, actually…”
As you recounted the stories of your childhood, you gradually forgot about your previous woes. Time flew by, eventually the both of you agreed to go to sleep.
The next day, all of you explored the town. You seemed happy enough, though Epel couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren’t completely telling the truth last night. So he decided to confront you again.
He found you again on the grass looking up at the stars. You were humming something to yourself, a lullaby?
Suddenly you came to a stop and sat up, “Hey Epel!”
“What was that? That melody?”
“It was a lullaby from back home.” You smiled, a little forlorn, “Sorry, I wasn’t bothering you right?”
Epel shook his head, “No, No, I was just curious. I came out here to…” His words trailed off, his confidence quickly dwindling. He readjusted himself, “You miss your home don’t you?”
You were a bit taken aback by the sudden forwardness, but ultimately nodded. “Yeah, it’s all I’ve really been able to think about lately. I mean…” You rested your head on your knees, “I’ve been here for so long. I need to know what’s happened since I’ve been gone. You know how it is, I don’t know who’s alive, or if I’d ever be able to find out.”
Epel frowned and took a seat next to you, “Come on, if they’re half as strong as you’ve told me they’ll be fine! And I’m sure Crowley will find a way home for you eventually.”
You laughed a little, “Thanks Epel.”
Silence fell over the two of you as you looked up at the stars. Comforting noises of insects and the rustle of leaves filled the air. Although the peacefulness didn’t last long, as the two of you heard a loud crash followed quickly by angry arguing between Ace, Deuce and Grim.
You sighed, at least no matter what you’d have these idiots to rely on.
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HI ANGSTY FOR MITSURI! READER AND SPIDERMAN! OBANAI.
(SPOILERS FOR DEMON SLAYER CHAPTER 200)
Imagine this; Mitsuri! Reader and Spiderman! Obanai fighting a tough villain. Mitsuri! Reader managed through by getting the weak points of the villain but later falls behind as they are hit severely and gruesomely. As spiderman! Obanai sees this, he goes in for the kill, but later gets his vision removed due him getting scratched up face and getting severely injured by the villain.
As the villain dies. Spiderman! Obanai goes to see his spouse Mitsuri! Reader, as They are slowly losing their life Spiderman! Obanai holds their body close; and then Mitsuri! Reader ends up crying in their final moments and ends up saying “Iguro! Iguro! Please!!! If we are reborn, if we are reborn again as humans… Will you make me your wife?”
As they both died in eachothers arms, they leave their children behind. And they leave their children in the care of Earth 42! Miles, Earth 42! Aaron, and Earth 42! Rio
ANON OMG, IM MAKING THIS A SEPARATE AU BECAUSE I WANT MITSURI!READER AND SPIDERMAN!IGURO TO HAVE A HAPPY ENDING BUT YHENK YOU FOR DEEDING ME MY ANGST!
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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Monday, April 22 - Tuesday, April 23 Part I
KENNEDY: And this is gonna help us how?
DAWN: The sand forms a circle. The circle acts as a barrier. And the barrier contains the portal.
KENNEDY: Now what? We hold hands and chant kumbaya or something?
WILLOW: Maybe. 'Til we get the magicks up and running, I'm kinda working on my best guess here.
XANDER: Will, maybe we should wait.
KENNEDY: For what?
XANDER: Spike - to see if he can bring back that demon.
WILLOW: No, I don't think we should wait right now. Opening a portal this size could take days.
KENNEDY: Better get started.
WILLOW: I think I might pee my pants.
KENNEDY: You can do it - the magicks, not the pants thing.
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Hi Leilani! May I request a demon slayer themed fic of Yoru? it really doesn't matter what plot, but your fluffs are so cute!! I'd like for you to make it fluffy in a way, tysm<3
𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰.
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Demon Slayer AU!Yoru x Afab!Reader
Genre: Hurt/comfort
Summary: Two inseparable lovers die together, with a vow that they'll see each other again.
!!TW: THIS FIC IS BASED ON DEMON SLAYER CHAPTER 200. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS, YORU AND THE READER TAKE MITSURI AND OBANAI'S ROLES!!
Blood was everywhere. Everything was blurry. Your body felt weak and you see a familiar black and blue-haired male in front of you.
"Yo..Yoru?"
You gasped, trying to regain your strength to stand up. But no matter how hard you tried, you felt so numb and tired. What happened? Oh, that's right. All were in battle. Yoru was injured badly, and so were you.
"Don't move, it's okay now, we won.."
He caressed your hair, weakly smiling at your figure. Your eyes started tearing up at the sight of Yoru. You felt happy to see your friends and allies safe and sound. But you happen to realize what made you feel so numb.
"Ryo.. I don't feel any more pain, I'm going to die soon."
His eyes widened at first, but they eventually softened. Yoru whispers with a sweet tone,
"Worry not, I'll die soon as well. You aren't alone."
You looked at him puzzled and afraid. Worry overflowed your eyes.
"N-no..! Ryo, you can't die..! I'm sorry, if I was more of help this would've neve-"
"What? Stop talking shit like that. Remember the day I met you?"
Despite wanting to say something else, if this was the last time you see him, you'd just go by his words. You smile at him with tears in your eyes,
"Course I do, my first day at the Oyakata's mansion, got lost 'n you helped me.."
He shook his head in disagreement, and his hand cupped your cheek.
"It was you who saved me. You looked into every detail and every part of me, your laugh was like music to my ears, even though being a Hashira is difficult, you kept a smile on your face. I love talking to you.. so I won't let anyone talk shit about you."
What? Did Yoru really just say that? He looked so sincere, his eyes were starting to form tears. Your smile grew wider by the second, with all your strength you reached out for his face.
"Oh Ryo..! I love you so much! Every meal we share together makes me feel so joyful, you always looked at me with a kind heart and eyes.. Please, if we were to ever be reborn as humans once again.. Will you make me your wife?"
Yoru blushed at your words, but he felt so blurry and everything started to fade to black. This was your and his end, together. He hugged you tightly, and started to weep.
"Of course I will, I'll protect you from every asshole in this fuckin' world."
"I love you, Ryo Kiritani."
"I love you more."
Suddenly, everything finally faded to black. It all felt like a deep sleep with your lover, not until one day. You woke up, got ready for the day and went outside. People were everywhere. You were excited to work for your new café job as a barista. You ran to the direction where it was until-
THUMP!
A hand reached out to help you get up,
"My bad."
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Obaa-Chan VS Uselessness
Sakura Haruno is and was a character who divided the Naruto Fandom. The most common argument against her was that she was useless. Now what one shall do if you are reborn as her? Our elderly MC for sure will do anything, do not be her!
Or:
An 85-year-old granny and Naruto Fan gets reborn into the Shinobi world as Sakura Haruno. Rejected canon and modeled herself after Mitsuri Kanroji from Demon Slayer.
Chapter 3: Work it
After finishing our lunch at Ichiraku Ramen, Naruto and I headed to the library to do some research. I needed to learn Kenjutsu and then how I could use Breathing Styles.
I highly doubt that something like Breathing Styles exists here.
Naruto the manga was way older than Demon Slayer and was already completed when Demon Slayer started.
Naruto, on the other hand, had no idea what he should do concretely and would follow my lead.
I decided Naruto needed to improve his chakra control. Secretly I would try to find something about the Kagebushin memory transfer, if I told him straight up, even Naruto would wonder from where I knew it.
As we were searching for books, I noticed a familiar figure sitting in the corner of the library.
It was Shikamaru, one of my old classmates who was known for his intelligence and laziness.
And also was the son of the Jonin Commander of Konoha...mmh maybe...?
I walked over to him and greeted him warmly. "Hey Shikamaru, what are you doing here?"
He looked up at me and gave me a lazy smile. "Just killing time, Sakura. What brings you here?"
"I'm doing some research with Naruto," I replied. "What about you?"
"Nothing much," he shrugged. "Just reading up on some strategies for shogi."
“Say maybe you can help us with something.”
“Mmh, sure?”
“Your dad is the Jonin Commander, right?”
He gave me a short nod.
“I heard from my parents that Kagebushin No Justu has some special abilities.”, I lied smoothly. “Sadly they couldn’t remember what, maybe you know...?”
“I just know that you can inherit the memories of the Kagebushin once it was dispelled. Does this help?”
“A lot, thank you!”
I nodded goodbye and went back to Naruto and our search for books.
After finding a few that could help us with our training, Naruto and I left the library and headed to a free training ground.
“Okay, Naruto, I learned something interesting about Kagebushin. Can you make a clone?”
“Sure, Sakura, what did you learn?”, he asked excitedly.
I gave him a secretive smile.
“It’s better when I show you.”
So Naruto got ahead and made his clone.
Or clones should I say?
Not one, like I requested, but three.
“Hehe, ups.”
The blond grinned sheepishly, rubbing his neck.
“Indeed, we need to work on your chakra control...okay you clone come with me.”
Clone One, as I decided to call him, followed me a bit away from Naruto and Clone Two and Three.
Then I whispered something in Clone One's ear which would greatly offend him.
Before he could lecture me, I hit him with a kunai dispelling him.
At the exact same moment, Naruto and his other clones got the memory and started shouting.
“How could I member of my team say something so horrible!”
“Sakura you eat with me two times at Ichiraku, how can you say Ramen is the worst!”
“It’s the food of the gods, Dattabayo!”
Smiling I wander over to the offended blonds telling them: “Now how do you know what I said to the other clone?”
All three of them blinked in confusion.
Okay, I need to spell it out.
“When a clone dispels, you inherit his memories, that’s means Naruto that you can learn faster and better than anyone.”
It took them three seconds before they started celebrating and shouting they would become Hokage soon.
“Alright, alright calm down. Now Naruto make as many clothes as you can and we will work on Chakra control today!”
Happily, he followed my request and the training ground was filled with at least over 100 maybe 200 clones.
I divided them into two groups.
One group would do the leaf exercise we had learned at the academy the others and the original would learn with me tree climbing.
Like in canon, I got tree climbing down in one go, which made all the Naruto’s pout, but I reassured him it was thanks to my small reserve that I had such huge control over my chakra.
While he needed to improve his chakra control, I needed bigger revers or when I tried the Kagebushin it would kill me.
So it meant walking down the tree up and down, till I hadn’t any chakra left.
We spent the rest of the afternoon training together.
It was nice having someone to train with who didn't judge me for being weaker physically than them.
As the sun began to set, we made our way back into the village.
I was nearing chakra exhausting, while Naruto, after slowly dispelling his clones, could also do the tree climbing.
We both celebrated.
Tomorrow after our first mission, we agreed to train more and I promised him, we would try water walking.
But for now, I was just happy that I had found a friend in Naruto and had started building a strong foundation for our team's success.
We waved goodbye to each other and walked to our respective homes.
It was night and I was standing in my room. I had an old training sword out of wood from Kizashi in my hand.
Turn out he had tried his hand at swordmanship when he was young but it hadn’t been for him.
Thankful he didn’t throw out the wooden sword.
Till I got a real Katana this was all I could practice with.
Careful I let the Chakra flow all over my body, especially in my lungs.
I could feel how they expanded more and got stronger.
I was going the right way it seemed.
Then I took a deep breath and began to move the wooden sword in fluid motions.
I would try Breathing Styles when I was out in a training field and not at home where I could break stuff.
The sound of it cutting through the air filled the room. I focused on my technique, making sure each movement was precise and intentional. As I continued to practice, my mind drifted to the day when I would finally hold a real Katana in my hands.
But for now, this training sword would have to do. I knew that mastering the basics with this simple tool was crucial before moving on to something more advanced. With each swing, I could feel myself getting stronger and more confident.
Hours passed by as I trained, lost in my own world of focus and determination. When I finally put down the wooden sword, sweat dripping down my face, I knew that I had made progress.
And tomorrow, I will pick it up again and continue on this path towards becoming a true swordsman.
I woke up early the next morning, eager to continue my training. I grabbed the wooden sword and headed outside to the training field. The air was cool and crisp, perfect for a morning practice session.
As I began my warm-up exercises, I couldn't help but think about how we would start the stupid D-Rank missions today.
Chores not more was that!
I still wonder what they were good for, there had to be a reason behind it. Besides keeping the Genin in a safe place, where they could use their skills without killing themselves or others.
I focused on my breathing as I started my practice routine, moving through each technique with precision and grace. The sound of the sword cutting through the air was like music to my ears, each strike bringing me one step closer to mastering this ancient art form.
Then it was time to meet up with Kakashi-Sensei, Sasuke and Naruto to get our Mission aka. A chore for the day from the Hokage.
The disappointment of Naruto and Sasuke as we got the mission was funny. They really thought we would be protecting a princess or assassinating a corrupted Daiymo.
As we arrived at the client's house, I could see that they were grateful for our help and eager to explain the task at hand. It was a simple job - guarding their shop while they went out of town for the day - but it still required focus and attention to detail.
We took turns patrolling the perimeter, keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity or potential threats. And even though nothing eventful happened during our shift, I felt proud knowing that we had done our part to protect the village and its citizens.
As we returned to the Hokage's office to report on our mission, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over me. Maybe D-Rank missions weren't so bad after all - they were just another opportunity for us to prove ourselves as capable ninjas and valuable members of the community.
Or maybe it was just funny seeing Naruto and even Sasuke, albeit quietly complain about their first mission.
Kakashi-Sensei gave us an eye smile. “I’m proud my cute little Genin. We will meet tomorrow at the same time and get our next mission.”
And with that, he shushed away.
Sasuke walked home, not wanting to spend time with us.
I really need to come up with something so we can bond and make Sasuke stronger too.
I don’t want him to go to Orochimaru, just no, if we can avoid this a lot of later headaches get stopped.
Like yesterday Naruto and I had lunch, this time I dragged him to a Dango-Shop, too much ramen wasn’t good and then we trained together again.
Water walking was on the program and I was glad I told Naruto to take his swimwear with him, even with his clones he landed often enough in the water.
I was wearing a bathing suit too and, yeah, amazing chakra control, but the water was something different.
I needed more time to get it down.
At the end of the day, we were wet as freshly washed clothes, but water walking was down on our list too.
Amazing how Naruto excels with the right guidance.
I pat myself mentally on the shoulder.
And for a few weeks, this was my life.
My daily routine had become quite predictable - morning training with my wooden sword, followed by a D-Rank mission with Team 7, lunch with Naruto, and then more training in the afternoon.
However, I knew that I needed to mix things up if I wanted to keep improving.
I decided that I needed to bond more with Sasuke and find a way to make him stronger as well.
Maybe we could train together on our own time or find a common interest outside of missions.
As for Naruto, he was progressing rapidly under my guidance and we were now working on our fighting skills.
But first, it was time for my morning training session. I grabbed my wooden sword and headed outside to the training field. The cool morning air felt refreshing as I began my warm-up exercises before moving on to my techniques.
Later that day, we received another simple D-Rank mission - babysitting.
It wasn't the most exciting task but it gave us an opportunity to work together as a team.
Also, it was funny how the little girl was full fangirl for poor Sasuke.
I tried my best not to laugh at his misfortune, while Naruto openly laughed.
He stopped when little Kari-Chan kicked him in the balls.
Autsch.
After completing the mission, I decided to take Sasuke and Naruto out for some onigiri at a local shop.
It was important for us to bond as teammates and friends outside of missions.
I bet the Uchiha only came along because it was one of his favourite foods, besides tomatoes.
It was good that I still remember these little things from the Databooks.
I won’t lie it was awkward for all three of us.
Naruto and I already were the bested of friends, he even started to call me Nee-Chan, while Sasuke couldn’t connect with either of us.
He just ate his onigiri and then left.
In the following days, Naruto and I continued our training in fighting skills.
Naruto's progress was impressive but Sasuke still seemed distant from us.
I knew that we needed to find a way to connect with him on a deeper level if we wanted him to stay loyal to Konoha.
Overall, my life had become centered around training and missions but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Every day brought new challenges and opportunities for growth as a ninja.
It was so much different than my life before. I loved my life and my kids and grandchildren, yet having a second chance to live in such a fantastic world was something else.
Then came the day, I tried the Breathing Style.
My target was a simple wooden pole.
Trembling I hold my wooden sword in my hands.
This is it.
I let the chakra flow, take a deep breath and rush up to the pole.
“Total concretion! Love Breathing!”, I shouted getting closer and closer to my target. “First Form: Shivers of First Love!”
Two things happened.
With the help of chakra, the attack worked exactly like Mitsuri’s one in Demon Slayer, the single slash that winds through the target, hitting multiple areas with one slice.
The wooden pole was now a lot of little sticks.
And the second thing that happened...the technique was too much for my practice sword.
It turned into campfire sticks.
Damn it!
Well, at least I had the proof that Breathing Styles worked!
I just need a Katana now.
A Katana, which is really pricy.
I sign and check my hand for splitters.
Where should I get a Katana?
I decided to ask around for a good place to purchase a Katana.
I asked some of the older ninjas in the village and they recommended a blacksmith who had been making swords for generations.
I made my way to the blacksmith's shop and was greeted by an elderly man who introduced himself as Tetsuo.
He showed me some of his finest work and I was amazed by the craftsmanship.
I explained that I needed a Katana for training purposes and he nodded understandingly.
He showed me a few options that were within my budget and I finally settled on one that felt right in my hands.
It was beautifully crafted with intricate designs etched into the blade.
As I left the shop, I couldn't help but feel proud of my new acquisition.
It was a symbol of my dedication to becoming a true swordsman and it would serve as a reminder of all the hard work and training that lay ahead.
The next day, I met up with Naruto and Sasuke at our usual spot before heading out on our mission. As we walked towards our destination, Sasuke noticed my new Katana and raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Where did you get that?" he asked curiously.
"I went to see Tetsuo, the blacksmith," I replied proudly. "He's been making swords for generations."
Sasuke nodded approvingly, seemingly impressed by my choice of weapon.
For once, there seemed to be some common ground between us.
As we completed our mission for the day, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this newfound sense of camaraderie between us.
We still had a long way to go before we could truly call ourselves a team, but this was definitely progress in the right direction.
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HI SENPAI!! HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL <3 so I was rereading the manga and I got confused with the origin of the breath styles, the slayers already had the sword techniques of stone, wind, flame, etc and the breathing techniques were incorporated or was it the breathing techniques that gave the name to the sword techniques? I think I just saw a different translation of the same chapter and I really want to know the correct translation for the sake of my oc
Hey there!! Senpai is doing her best, a lot of the paperwork is done but the real hard stretch is right around the corner. GANBARIMASU!
Let's dive back into these panels of Chapter 186:
"I became a demon hunter. It seems there have long since been those who chase demons, but as none of them had been able to use Breath, I taught them. The swordsmen known as Pillars were especially adept. When adding Breath to the Flame, Wind, Water, Thunder, and Rock sword forms that they originally had been using, their power rapidly increased."
...at least by my personal translations into a single paragraph. The keywords are "adding to" (上乗せ) and "originally used" (元々使っていた).
So yes! In 100 or 200 or 300 years or so since Muzan started terrorizing the Heian capital, the swordsmen had been doing their utmost with swordsmanship and the usual human limitations of their strength (and Nichirin blades, can't forget those). They had developed the sword forms in those five basic approaches, which likely made them use Breath best in a way that suited how their muscles were already practiced for those forms. Breath technique was long after the sword forms were developed, but had such a transformative effect that the Corp wholly adopted Breath technique into their sword forms, putting everyone at their strongest possible from the get-go.
Which is also to say, Sun Breath itself may be the one from which all other Breath techniques stemmed (and Yoriichi typically just calls it "Breath" as this is how he plainly knows it), but the sword forms themselves have their own unique histories. Hope that helps!
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I just remembered that Undead Unluck came out in 2019. So it looks like you where hit by Apollo’s dodgeball when you coined the tag ‘Fouryearsandananime’
Impressive
I think that the one-shot was 2019, cus the serialization definitely started January 20, 2020. At the time my New Years Resolution was to keep track of all of the media I consumed that year and my opinion on them, and Undead Unluck was the second manga I did of that year the day it started (the first was 100 Girlfriends on the 5th). You can also find that date from other sources, that's just the main reason I remember it
Anyway, four years isn't actually a shot in the dark, it's a trend I've noticed reading Jump for as long as I have. Obviously, you have your perpetual manga like One Piece which go until they're good and ready to end, and you have countless manga that get canceled by chapter 20, but the ones that are only intended to go for four years tend to strike that balance between “goes too long” and “died too young” pretty well in my experience
Anything less than that and I tend to feel like there's a lot of story left to explore, anything more and I start to feel fatigued. My Hero Academia is eight years old now and I for one definitely haven't felt the magic I once did in the last couple of years. Jujutsu Kaisen just turned four, and while I only really started getting an interest this year, I'm still not exactly grabbed by the current arc. Whether that's because it's an incomplete story and it will hold up better on reread or because the author's habits are informed by the length of the story, I don't know, only time will tell, but if it goes past year 6 I would definitely say it overstayed its welcome
Katekyo Hitman Reborn used to be my absolute favorite series, but guess where it started to lose me? Around chapter 230, at approximately the 4-and-a-half-year mark. It got me back at the beginning of the next arc when it introduced *dreamy sigh* hiiim... but then it botched that arc so hard and officially cost KHR my top spot in lieu of...
Medaka Box! The current king of manga in my heart, and Undead Unluck is the only thing to even remotely challenge that assertion in almost ten years. Medaka Box ended at EXACTLY four years with 192 chapters (48 chapters a year), and clearly covered every topic that the author actually wanted to. There were more things that I wanted to be explored, but there's nothing that I think still NEEDS to be. The characterization of the two leads, their relationship with each other, their relationships with other people, the commentary that the author wanted to make about Jump manga as a whole, it all wrapped up so well and it holds up amazingly on reread for me
Assassination Classroom and Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, two works by one of my favorite authors, Yuusei Matsui, both went for four years and ended perfectly. Could more have been explored? Sure, but again, they were both so satisfying with what they were
Demon Slayer, while I think it has some unexplored ideas and probably should have given Nezuko a bit more focus by the end, definitely told the story it wanted to and anything beyond that would have most likely started to drain the good will it had built up
Of course, just going for four years isn't enough. If something is canceled at the four-year mark, it's still canceled, and that means it's missing something inherently. Nurarihyon no Mago was canceled at around chapter 200 because it clearly intended to go for at least another full arc and wasn't holding peoples' attention well enough to last that long. It was popular enough that Jump allowed that final arc to be condensed into four chapters released seasonally across the next year in Jump Giga, but that was so unbelievably rushed that it almost felt like it would have been better to just cut it off midfight like they'd done in Jump proper
Ending at one or two years is also fine so long as the author actually intends for that to be the case. Enigme was definitely canceled, but the story it told in just 55 chapters doesn't leave any room for how it could have possibly gone longer aside from just stretching out the story beats. Chainsaw Man, despite only being part 1 of however many, could have left off at two years without promising a sequel and I would have been satisfied. Death Note ended at 108 chapters, just over two years, and I don't think I need to elaborate on that
Ultimately, it's the opportunity to tell a complete story that aligns with the author's vision that makes a solid manga; writing the ending that they want rather than trying to tie up loose ends because the rug was pulled out from under them without warning, but even then, going for longer than four years so frequently feels like too much for me
Haikyu, Shokugeki no Soma, Toriko, even Dr. Stone (four and a half again!) all lost me past the 200-chapter mark, regardless of how fondly I still regarded them
Sometimes manga are forced to go on longer than they want to! Hokuto no Ken was only supposed to go for three years, and had the PERFECT ending to the story it had told at that point, but then was renewed for two more years and those years were DREADFUL and ultimately ended on a hollow note
TL;DR: as much as I'd love to have Undead Unluck in my life as long as possible, ~200 chapters across four years in my experience gives the author enough time to tell a complete story without fatiguing the audience. Undead Unluck hitting that mark should allow Tozuka to tell the story he wants and leave me satisfied rather than wearing both of us down and ultimately souring the experience retroactively. If it ends earlier but clearly wraps up all of the plot points and character moments, fine, but at the pace it's going, I can easily see it lasting another ~45-90 chapters, ending between Summer 2023 and January 2024
Also, #fouryearsandananime is a joke on Community's #sixseasonsandamovie
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So, I wanted to ask: it's just me, or Demon Slayer was extremely rushed? I ask because I decided to read the manga when it was already finished and let's say that I have this bad habit of wanting to finish something as quickly as possible (or until my brain ceases to function), so it's entirely possible that I just forgot I lot of things (like how there was supposed to be the whole "get an Upper Moon's blood to cure Nezuko" subplot), but... idk, I feel like after the Entertainment District Arc, things went really fast.
i definitely think so, for all i love this manga i do think that gotouge could’ve benefitted from allowing for some breathing room between the arcs because as you said, the entire manga post the entertainment district arc went very fast.
demon slayer is a pretty short manga also by industry standards, finishing off just over 200 chapters so i think the anime has already worked well in putting in some filler moments that allow the story time to breathe without it being too muddled or too out of the tone of the story. i personally would love to see both the gaidens animated also as they could work really well in just giving that breathing space that’s needed.
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Anime and Manga 101: What You Need to Know
If you are a fan of Japanese culture, you might have heard of the terms anime and manga. But do you know what they mean and how they differ from each other? In this blog post, we will explore the similarities and differences between these two popular forms of Japanese entertainment.
What is Anime?
Anime is a term that refers to Japanese animation, which can be in the form of movies or TV shows. Anime is characterized by high contrast, bright colors, and thematic elements of science fiction and fantasy. Anime can also feature elaborate plotlines and action scenes, as well as vivid graphics and character expressions.
Anime is derived from the English word animation, which was borrowed by the Japanese as animēshiyon and then shortened to anime. Anime can be influenced by manga, which we will discuss next, but it can also have original stories or be based on other sources.
Some examples of famous anime are Sailor Moon, Howl’s Moving Castle, Naruto, Dragon Ball Z, One Piece, Attack on Titan, and Demon Slayer.
What is Manga?
Manga is a term that refers to Japanese comic books and graphic novels, which are usually published in black and white. Manga is characterized by exaggerated facial features and minimalistic backgrounds. Manga has more room for introspection and conveying complex emotions through detailed artwork.
Manga is derived from the Japanese words man-, meaning aimless, and -ga, meaning pictures. Manga can be serialized in magazines or online platforms, with a single chapter ranging from 15 to 50 pages. Manga can also be collected in volumes or tankōbon, which are usually around 200 pages long.
Some examples of famous manga are Death Note, Fullmetal Alchemist, Bleach, One Punch Man, My Hero Academia, Tokyo Ghoul, and Fruits Basket.
How are Anime and Manga Similar?
Anime and manga share a unique visual style that is influenced by both traditional Japanese art and Western animation. They also share a wide range of genres and age ranges, such as shōnen (for boys), shōjo (for girls), seinen (for young men), josei (for young women), kodomo (for children), mecha (robot), isekai (another world), horror, romance, comedy, sports, etc.
Anime and manga often have crossover appeal, meaning that fans of one medium can enjoy the other as well. Many anime are adapted from existing manga series, such as Naruto or One Piece, while some manga are inspired by anime, such as Cowboy Bebop or Neon Genesis Evangelion.
How are Anime and Manga Different?
Anime and manga have some key differences that make them distinct from each other. Here are some of them:
Anime is an animated medium, while manga is a written medium. You watch anime, while you read manga.
Anime requires more resources and time to produce than manga, such as voice actors, animators, directors, composers, etc. Manga only requires a mangaka (manga artist) and an editor.
Anime tends to be more dynamic, colorful, and reliant on special effects than manga, while manga tends to be more static and minimalist than anime.
Anime typically consists of a series of episodes that follow a seasonal schedule or a movie format that has a fixed length. Manga usually has an ongoing serialization that can last for years or decades.
Anime may deviate from the original manga source material due to censorship, budget constraints, creative decisions, or filler episodes. Manga may have more freedom to explore controversial topics or experimental styles than anime.
Conclusion
Anime and manga are both amazing forms of Japanese entertainment that have captivated millions of fans around the world. They have many similarities but also some differences that make them unique. Whether you prefer anime or manga, or both, you can always find something that suits your taste and interests.
I hope you enjoyed this blog post and learned something new about anime and manga. If you did, please share it with your friends or leave a comment below. Thank you for reading!
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𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 ⁿˢᶠʷ
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/GLf0AoC
by JustFanFiction
｡ₓ ू 𝐈ᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ₒ 彡 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚-𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩╺ 𝘼 is for Apple 𝘽 is for Black 𝘾 is for Can't Wait to Blow Out Your Back
Words: 8452, Chapters: 6/200, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler, SK8 the Infinity (Anime), Haikyuu!!, Chainsaw Man (Anime), Supernatural (TV 2005), Dangan Ronpa Series, South Park, Invincible (Cartoon 2021), Classicaloid (Anime), Handa-kun! (Anime), ワンパンマン | One-Punch Man, Yandere Simulator (Video Game), ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, 五等分の花嫁 | Gotoubun no Hanayome | The Quintessential Quintuplets (Manga), ナンバカ | Nanbaka, 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), Shall We Date?: Obey Me! (Anime)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
Additional Tags: Shameless Smut, Smut, Graphic Description, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rape, Underage Sex, Consensual Underage Sex, Underage Rape/Non-con, Adult Content, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Public Sex, Manga & Anime, Television, Fucking, Kinks, Fetish, Soft sex
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AS PARENTS? — obamitsu.
i. SYNOPSIS. what, perchance, would the demon slayer corps' mitsuri kanroji and obanai iguro be like as parents?
ii. PREMISE. obanai and mitsuri x child!reader. (headcanons)
iii. CONTENT WARNINGS. demon slayer manga spoilers for as late as chapter 200. this is an alternate universe in which their fate was a lot happier.
i. When you were born, you were gifted the name of Kanroji.
For if your father had granted you his sullied family name, he would have seen it as a stain on your blinding radiance. You, whom he had anticipated with a heavy dread in his gut for what his bloodline would mean for you; whom he had prayed to whatever god would listen that you would share your mother's inherited brightness, and discard his darkness. That you would be the filter of his disgustingly filthy blood. Yet the very moment he saw your perfect little face for the first time, he couldn't help but uncharacteristically weep.
For it was the very display of such adoration which had prompted Mitsuri to cry herself. Witnessing love in its purest form as her husband held their precious newborn. Your father, Obanai, who felt almost like an impostor as he brings his hands to gently cup your face. Your cheeks within his tarnished palms, peering down at your faultless little face with a melancholic heterochromatic gaze. You were everything that he would vow to protect, even if Kibutsuji had already perished. For he would sully his hands a hundred times over if it meant keeping the lights in both you and your mother alive.
ii. You had shown signs of inheriting your mother's body structure growing up, and it honestly relieved Mitsuri to no end. Her biggest fear when going into motherhood was overfeeding you, and knowing that her muscle density prompts an almost bottomless stomach, it had made her glad that she could mother you on what she experienced growing up herself. Unlike her own mother, who had quite the fright.
iii. Also, Mitsuri still had her own mother to give her advice. She had her own family to give her a hand if she needed it, not to mention how many of her younger siblings had gushed over you and jumped at the opportunity of being cool aunts and uncles. they taught you how to swear.
iii. If there was something that Mitsuri loved doing, it was styling your hair. It's one of her favorite things to do, doing your hair for the day. Braids, hairpins, she would do your hair into adulthood if you'd let her. She loves every quality about you, but if she had to choose her favorite, it would be your hair.
Or your eyes, regardless of which of the two you inherited, they're guaranteed to be gorgeous.
iv. Significant other in the future? No. Obanai's standards are so high that they are impossible to meet. Impossible to match. Unless they had pushed Kibutsuji Muzan into the sun themselves personally (which they did not), they aren't even allowed to think of touching a hair on your head.
If you date behind his back despite that, it's fine. Just expect to find the guy that broke your heart gagged atop a tree because Obanai tied him up there a week ago to learn his lesson. He tasked Kaburamaru to ensure that you don't find him, but the snake could only do so much.
v. Aside from his family history, there was one other thing that had worried Obanai about having a child of his own, and that thing was the current state of his face. For the first few months, he had kept his bandages wrapped tight, quickly replacing them when you managed to tug them free. He had feared that his face would scare you, feared that he will make you cry. He didn't want his own child to be scared of their father's face, it sounded ridiculous. So he kept his mouth covered at all times until Mitsuri eventually persuaded him to try.
vi. In which, he had fallen in love with you all over again when you didn't cry. In fact, you looked intrigued. Not by the scars which provided evidence of when he had his mouth cut to his cheeks, not by the lengthy scars present on his face from that last battle with Muzan, but just because it was your first time seeing your father's face uncovered. He was still your father, but he didn't look like your father, and instead of the fear and hatred which is taught to children, you were just in wonder. He had allowed you to touch his face when you lifted your hands to him. As your small hands gently felt the rough skin, he closed his eyes. He couldn't have imagined a better outcome, and he was entirely certain that you were sent to him by the gods.
#ㅤㅤ( LIBRARY . . . mine ✮#ㅤㅤ( LIBRARY . . . headcanons ✮#obanai iguro x reader#mitsuri kanroji x reader#obamitsu#obanai#mitsuri#obanai iguro#mitsuri kanroji#kny imagines#child reader#platonic kny#platonic kny x reader
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Sineya Rambles
by desicat
The demon was changed, forced into the body of a girl. It didn't want it, it wanted to fight.
And so the girl did.
And so did they all.
Words: 200, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Sineya | First Slayer (BtVS)
Relationships: Spike/Buffy Summers
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47086537
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