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strawberrychz ¡ 18 days ago
Hey hey hey! Congratulations on the new blog!
May I pretty please request Sabito, Rengoku, Giyuu and Sanemi teaching their fem or gn s/o how to fight? Thank youu best of luck on your blog wishing you gain many requests 😊
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✰ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝗀𝗂𝗒𝗎𝗎, 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗄𝗎, 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈, & 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂 𝗑 𝗀𝗇! 𝗌/𝗈
✰ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾! 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌
✰ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈,, 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗈𝖼! 𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒! ♡
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✰ 𝗀𝗂𝗒𝗎𝗎'𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.
✰ 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌; 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾? 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾? 𝗈𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝖽, 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋? 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽..
✰ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗋𝗂, 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁, "𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗈𝗄𝖺, 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌."
✰ 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.
✰ 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈. 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽.
✰ 𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝗀𝗂𝗒𝗎𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀.
✰ 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐. 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌.
✰ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, "𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘬𝘢! 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"
✰ 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍, "𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵," 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌, "𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦."
✰ 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍, "𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦!" 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌.
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✰ 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗍. 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽.
✰ 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅-𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎.
✰ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇.
✰ 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇, 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗎𝖽𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅; "(𝘺/𝘯), 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥."
✰ 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗄𝖾, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒. 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅.
✰ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌; "𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭." 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍, "𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺."
✰ 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗒. 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾-- 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾.
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✰ 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇! 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇?
✰ 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗄𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍. 𝗄𝗒𝗈𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌; 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖾𝗍𝖼. 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾.
✰ 𝗄𝗒𝗈𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅. 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽.
✰ 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉-𝗎𝗉; "𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦!"
✰ 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝖽 𝗈𝗇, 𝗄𝗒𝗈𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾! 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌; "𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨, (𝘺/𝘯)! 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴!"
✰ 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍; "𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦!"
✰ 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄! 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝗒𝗈𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒.
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✰ 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽. 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗍𝗒. 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌, "𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍."
✰ 𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁𝗌. 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌; "𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵."
✰ 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 -- 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾.
✰ 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁. 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗍, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍; "𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥?"
✰ 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾. 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌; "𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳," 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌, "𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘰.. 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺."
✰ 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗐𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗐, 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝖻. 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽.
✰ 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗇/𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗉𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇; "𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥. 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵?" 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒, "𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳."
✰ 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍.
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Demon Slayer NSFW headcanons - part II
♡  Tengen Uzui
God of festivals? Maybe. Deity between the sheets? For sure. Tengen doesn’t let anyone leave his bed without having given them at least two orgasms
Despite the obvious worship kink, in bed he actually focuses more on the other person, treating them like royalty and making them feel extra confident
Not really into degradation or quickies - Tengen loves spoiling himself and his partner, so he’s more the kind of person that will start the night with wine and a nice dinner, maybe a bubble bath... anything sumptuous, and then get into business
He still loves being begged - being called daddy gets him lust drunk, but truth be told it’s the physical cues that he finds most flattering. Verbal praise is nice to hear, but it’s his partner’s facial expressions and moans that really make his head spin
Has a navel piercing; the jewellery matches the diamonds dangling from his headband
Has definitely thought about getting his dick pierced too, but rejected the idea immediately after learning that he should have practiced abstinence for minimum two months
Massive length and girth, to the point of being intimidating. Cleanly trimmed
Infinite stamina thanks to his Hashira training - loves tantric sex when he has the time
When he’s out of his Sound Pillar uniform he looks even prettier, but he just feels stronger and more confident when he’s dolled up with makeup, nail polish, and hair all done
Willing to try everything at least once, definitely a switch if the situation calls for it
Loves being tied up! Rope marks remind him of what you’ve done to him the night before and arouse him at the most inappropriate times. Does not hide them – in fact he loves receiving awkward looks and questions, even more telling the whole story and seeing the horrified expression plastered on the face of the person who dared to ask
Unsurprisingly, he’s very vocal in bed. His moans have been object of complaint from his neighbors, other Hashiras, literally anyone who wasn’t involved in sexual activity with him but had the ill luck of being in a 100 metres radius while he was enjoying himself
This man literally studies the kamasutra in his spare time. Butter churner? Piece of cake. Mating press? A cinch. Upside down sex? Hell yeah.
PET NAMES! Kitten is probably his favourite, but he’ll also go with Dollface, Angel, and many more ;)
3 wives, many girlfriends, countless lovers. Tengen’s marriage is very open – who is he to deny his wives some harmless fun while he’s away for months during missions?
Boob guy, as you might have guessed. One of the perks of his polyamorous relationship is that more often than not he gets to wake up with at least one pair of tits smashed in his face, and definitely doesn’t mind having more than three pairs within hand reach
Will spank enthusiastically prior consent except with Aoi apparently, loves the thought of his partners going around with his handprints on their asscheeks hidden underneath their clothes like a signature
LOVES receiving oral, especially by more than one people at once.
♡ Giyuu Tomioka
Boy looks cold and aloof from the outside, but underneath the thick façade he’s just incredibly fragile
He acts rather avoidant, and seems absolutely incapable of showing affection or any emotion
Did not get the slightest hint of you taking an interest in him in the beginning - literally just saw you as a valuable ally with whom he’d really enjoy training, but nothing else
Unsurprisingly, you initiated your first kiss – he was obviously in shock at first, but quickly relaxed and grabbed your waist gently to pull you closer
PDA? No way in hell. It took him a while to warm up to physical forms of affection, but after the first time you slid into his bed at night, cuddling came pretty natural to him as long as no one is around
Your first nights in the same futon were spent just kissing and falling asleep one next to the other, with you clinging to his back like a baby monkey – it was cute at first, but after a while you realized your body craved more
When you agreed on having sex for the first time, his breath was shaking, but as soon as your fingers brushed his erection from over his clothes he literally melted in your hands
You could feel him silently begging for you to touch him more deeply, skin to skin, and even muttered a soft “please” in your ear in the hope your hand would actually plunge in his underwear and grab him
His hips bucked against you, his hardness grinding against your palm, and you just knew what to do
His eyes literally roll to the back of his head when he penetrates you - he usually lets out a few groans and buries his face in your neck, only to pound you mercilessly until he’s out of breath
He’s not super vocal, but will show his appreciation by emitting muffled grunts, biting your neck and just huffing against your skin, clearly holding himself back from moaning loudly
Very protective – the boy has had his fair share of trauma, will never allow anything to happen to you. He doesn’t sleep well when you’re far away from him, he can only relax when he’s feeling you snuggled up against him.
♡  Sanemi Shinazugawa
Unsurprisingly, Sanemi is a sadistic fuck, although he’d never hurt their partner without consent
Really easy to rile up, he’s basically a brat tamer with a very bad temper
Sex is, like fighting, just another way to get some relief from anger. He’ll chill out for a whopping 0.3 seconds after being finished
Very much into edging, will take you painfully close and then just deny your orgasm a few times until you’re basically begging him with tears in your eyes. Can’t stand being teased in return
Needless to say, most of the time you piss him off on purpose so he will fuck you senseless :) he knows you’re doing it on purpose, and equally enjoys it
Has a thing for choking, very much into breath play
Too focused on chasing his own release sometimes, but will go multiple rounds without batting an eye until you’re satisfied
Swearwords, curses, degradation – you name it, he’s into it, sometimes even too much
Adores the sight of you kneeling in front of him, begging to let you suck him off
Definitely an ass guy - loves fucking you from behind while he’s standing and you’re bent in front of him so he can have a good view of your ass bouncing against his pelvis. Will grab and spank to his pleasure
The fucking showoff will get instantly naked the moment he sniffs the most remote possibility of intercourse. Used to tear off your clothes with zero fucks given for your garments as well, but after an accident involving very expensive lingerie that resulted in his left shoulder being almost dislocated he’s a little more careful
Loves fucking in front of a mirror, finds his own muscular reflection very entertaining
Likes the thrill of sex in public spaces, but to be fair getting caught wouldn’t even bother him. Doesn’t mind an audience
Wearing a skirt with nothing underneath really does numbers on him, and when you make him aware you’re just basically just plainly asking for it
He’ll let you mark him with scratches and bites, doesn’t mind adding more scars to the collection. As for your body, he will leave visible marks on you with 0% remorse.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Second part of my Demon Slayer headcanons – reposted because I was dumb enough to use the wrong tags that resulted in my post being shadowbanned. Enjoy – and remember that my requests are open! ♡
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dudeandduchess ¡ 5 months ago
Baseball Player!Kyōjurō x F!S/O: ❌📛🔞Locker Room Fun🔞📛❌ (Modern AU, NSFW Scenario)
Summary: (Y/n) visits her husband during training, and is in for a surprise when he makes the most of things… in the locker room.
Note: After a while of thinking, I decided to finally pick this back up. Also, I didn’t have much time to research, so the description for the stadium’s interior is based solely on my experience. 😅
Warnings: Smut, Teasing, Vaginal Fingering, Mild D/s Themes, Daddy Kink, Creampie, Hair Pulling, Loud Sex, Mild Sadism, Semi-Public Sex
If (Y/n) were to take a guess, she would say that Kyōjurō was doing what he was doing just to tease her. From the way that his ass looked so good in those pants, to the way that he would stretch his arms up over his head and show off his muscles— she had to admit that he looked scrumptious.
Tasty enough to make her bite down on her bottom lip, as she squeezed her legs together to alleviate the need building between her thighs.
But, as far as she knew, Kyōjurō couldn’t have known that she was there— since her visit was supposed to be a surprise. That fact made it so that Kyō wasn’t doing anything on purpose; he was just that naturally sexy.
Especially with the way that his uniform clung to him, and the way that a few strands of his hair peeked out from beneath the cap he wore. Everything about him had (Y/n) fighting back her lust, and she was barely winning.
However, when Kyōjurō spotted her in the stands, he gave her a cheeky grin and wave— as well as a saucy wink— that had her practically swooning in her seat. It was just fortunate that she was good at keeping a poker face, otherwise everyone would have known just how flustered she felt inside.
And with the way that he started stretching his legs, and squatting on the field… (Y/n) swore that Kyōjurō was really trying to get mauled, by her specifically. Unfortunately for him, his wife had more self control than he gave her credit for.
If anything, he was the insatiable one when it came to sex.
So, instead of outwardly feeding into his provocation, (Y/n) merely clenched her thighs tighter together; simultaneously wishing for Kyōjurō’s practice game to drag on, and be over already— because it meant she could either keep on ogling his sexy ass, or she could finally get the kiss that she’d been craving since after he left that morning.
An hour and a half later though, the game was already over with Kyōjurō’s team winning with a two-point lead. Cheers were thrown around, as well as friendly thumps on each other’s shoulders— yet Kyōjurō merely grinned at his teammates and threw a wave over his shoulder, before dashing towards the ground railings and lifting himself up onto the bleacher area with ease.
He even found himself taking the stairs two at a time— like that would help him get to his wife faster. Meanwhile, (Y/n) got out of her seat and met him halfway; arms wide open as her husband wrapped his own arms around her waist and hugged her tightly to his chest.
“I missed you, baby!” And without so much as a care about their spectators, Kyōjurō leaned in and slanted his lips against his wife’s delectable mouth. He even went saucier and opened his lips to snake his tongue between her lips— loving the way that she immediately gave in to his whim.
From below, they could hear whistles and cat calls, yet they paid it no mind. Rather, (Y/n) couldn’t focus on anything else except Kyōjurō’s lips sucking on her tongue, as well as his hands making their way down to her ass. And, unmistakably, she could feel his cock slowly getting hard against her.
“I can tell, Kyō,” (Y/n) answered with a cheeky grin, catching her breath during the reprieve that her husband had given her. “I can help you out with that… at home.”
“I can’t wait that long, (Y/n). I want you so bad,” Kyōjurō whispered heatedly, cupping her ass in his hands and pushing his erection more insistently against her body. He would have given in and just fucked her right there, especially with how tempting she looked from the moment he saw her, but he really wasn’t in the mood to be fined for indecent exposure.
So, as if a lightbulb went on in his head, Kyōjurō put a stopper on his overflowing need for his wife, and blurted out, “I have an idea… but we just have to wait a few minutes.”
“Why do I both love and hate the sound of that?”
“Trust me, baby. You’ll love it.”
And not even half an hour later, (Y/n) found herself getting dragged into the underbelly of the stadium; her footsteps echoing against the concrete floors and walls.
Everything was so wide and spacious, with carts going to and fro every once in a while. It was honestly a little daunting, which was why (Y/n) found herself hugging her husband’s arm; on top of already holding his hand.
Kyōjurō also smiled and waved at a few people, even going to accept a few hand shakes and pats on his shoulder from people they passed by. He was the epitome of a golden boy in baseball, that it was literally stated in his contract that he had to keep up a good rapport with his fans.
And (Y/n) couldn’t help but let her thoughts get the better of her— admiring her husband so much, that it made her want him so much more than she did before. Everything in her told her to pounce on him, like he had with her, and she was about to…
That was, until she and Kyōjurō reached a door that led off to a carpeted— and much quieter— area; away from the hustle and bustle of the people outside.
It smelled like disinfectant in there, and a little bit of sweat, which was why she was thankful that Kyōjurō practically ran with her deeper into the room; until they reached the showers. On one side was the communal shower area, and on the other— where her husband was pulling her to— were a few shower cubicles.
Kyōjurō wasted no time then, merely looking around to check if his teammates were already back from their cooldown workouts, before stripping his uniform off and heaping them in a pile right outside the stall.
All the while, (Y/n) could only bite down on her bottom lip as inch upon inch of her husband’s skin was revealed to her. And from the way that his abs looked, down to the way that his muscles moved— everything was making her so wet and needy.
Especially the sight of his big and hard cock.
Before she could stop herself, she had already pounced on him; wrapping her arms around his neck, while he lifted her up and held her up under her thighs. Thankfully, she had conveniently ‘forgotten’ to wear any panties beneath her sundress— as if a part of her just knew that it was going to happen.
Kyōjurō then pressed her back flush against the cold tile in the stall, making her gasp at the sudden temperature change, and making his cock twitch right where it was flush against (Y/n)’s pussy.
“Be quiet, baby, otherwise we’re going to get caught,” the young man teased with a grin, leaning in to kiss his wife’s lips, before nipping at her bottom lip with his teeth.
The action had (Y/n) chasing after the blond’s lips, making the blond chuckle as he gave in to her wishes; capturing her mouth in an open mouthed kiss, which she gladly reciprocated.
Until Kyōjurō inched his right hand higher up the underside of her thigh, pressing his fingers against her entrance and even pushing his ring and middle fingers inside up to the first knuckle.
That action, however, was already enough to have (Y/n) moaning in pleasure, all while she crossed her legs by the ankles— using that leverage to start rubbing her clit against the underside of Kyōjurō’s erection.
“Please, Daddy,” (Y/n) whispered in a plea, eyes fluttering closed as she felt his fingers going deeper inside her— scissoring within her walls, all to get her much wetter for something bigger.
“Please what, baby? You have to tell me what you want,” The young man teased, kissing his wife’s cheek as he felt her thighs clench harder around his hips.
And, as if to stir her up even more, he began to move his hips against hers— dragging his cock against her clit, in turn making her eyes flutter shut as salacious moans spilled free from her lips. “Please… fuck me. Fuck m-”
(Y/n)’s words were brought to a pause when she felt Kyōjurō’s fingers pull out of her, leaving her pussy feeling so empty; much, much needier. However, before she could even beg for more, her husband had already taken pity on her and lifted her up a little bit, if only to align his cock right with her entrance.
Then, he pushed in the barest inch— making (Y/n) moan aloud as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her breaths came in short bursts then, with her head feeling so heavy and her entire body getting so warm for him. It was as if an electric current passed through her, with how much pleasure she got from that one move alone.
Kyōjurō couldn’t help himself, he pushed in even more, gritting his teeth when he felt (Y/n)’s hands at the back of his neck— one of them scratching at his nape, while the other one curled into his hair. “Fuck, baby, I didn’t even eat you out but you’re this wet.”
“I’ve been wet since I saw you on the field, Daddy,” The young woman admitted through a moan, eyes hazy with delirious pleasure even as she tried to look right into her husband’s flame colored eyes.
At that, Kyōjurō claimed her lips in a kiss, letting it consume both of them until he moved his hips to begin thrusting against her. Every push of his cock inside her had her moaning against his mouth, all while her fingers kept tugging at his hair and gently scratching at his nape.
It only served to egg him on, to the point where a part of him didn’t care about how loud they were being; not when he was drowning in so much pleasure, and so much warmth in his wife’s arms.
Really, he’d already known that he was so lucky to have her— that moment was just reminding him of how much.
Every move felt like it was knocking the breath out of (Y/n), yet she held on tight and let herself sink into the heady pleasure she had been craving for. Especially when Kyōjurō pushed in really deep and brushed against her cervix.
Her legs tensed up at that, as a mix of white hot pleasure with just a hint of pain, ran down her entire body. “Deeper, Daddy! Deeper, please!”
Kyōjurō did as she asked, angling his hips to hit the part that made her absolutely crazy, only to be rewarded by her tightening her legs around his hips so she could meet him thrust for thrust. Her efforts weren’t doing much, but it was enough for him— given how he had her pressed up against the shower wall.
In the midst of things, he’d almost forgotten about his teammates— and how they would be done with their cooldown workouts soon— so, when the thought hit him, he began to thrust faster. He chased after his and his wife’s orgasms enthusiastically, not minding the noise they made since he was sure that no one other than them were in the showers.
If anything, them being so loud was turning him on even more. Especially with the way that his wife kept moaning his name in between kisses; he was loving every second of it, and wanted to prolong it as much as possible.
But slowly, he could feel the pleasure finally about to reach a tipping point within him. It was evident in his wife too, what with the way that her walls clenched down around his cock.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d have thought that she was trying to keep his cock in her forever. A hot thought, but definitely well within the realms of fantasy more than reality.
“Fuck, baby, I’m so close,” He whispered through winded breaths, keeping up with his initial pace before going for one last burst of speed— a move that had (Y/n) keening in pleasure, as she threw her head back and came around his cock.
It was the headiest thing that he had seen since the night before, when he’d fucked her much harder with her all tied up in their bed. And it also served to have him opting for slower and deeper thrusts, all so he could savor his own orgasm— and maybe wring out another one from her.
Her walls fluttered around his dick, adding to the headiness he already felt bubbling within him; pushing him closer and closer to the edge, until he couldn’t take it anymore and gave in— sliding his cock in to the hilt and pressing his slit up against (Y/n)’s sweet spot as he came.
He could even feel her shaking, as it triggered another orgasm from her.
And by the time that his thoughts were clear enough to make sense of what had just happened, he pulled back a little to look at how blissed out his wife was; feeling the corners of his lips tip up into a smile, before he leaned in to press the sweetest of kisses to those lips that he loved the most in the world.
“I’m so lucky to have you, baby. So, so lucky.”
“Has anyone seen where Rengoku went?”
Kyōjurō’s eyes immediately widened when he heard the voices coming down the hall— right into the shower area. And with a panicked look over his shoulder, then right at his wife, he had only realized that he didn’t even pull the shower curtain closed.
So, with his quick reflexes, he pulled the curtain closed just in time to hear the first of his teammates enter the shower area.
“Hey, Rengoku’s already here! His things are on the floor.” And those words had Kyō panicking even more, because there he was— with his dick still in his wife— in the team’s shower.
“We are not doing this again, Kyōjurō,” (Y/n) hissed under her breath, all while praying that no one would mess with her husband and open the curtain. Because really, they’d get more than they bargained for.
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shxyo-sho ¡ 8 months ago
Thanks! May I please request some hc's for the main trio + Nezuko reacting to the reader being kind of chaotic, really dramatic and really confident? Or like a literal chaotic and optimistic theater kid, ofc without all of the musical references, like only w/ the personality lol (sorry if it's too long!)
Trio + Nezuko reacting to chaotic reader
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Pairings: Tanjiro, Inosuke, Zenitsu, Nezuko x gn!reader
Warnings: None!
Genre: fluff, crack
A/n: Hey babe! This idea is literally so cute and was v fun to write. It's also kinda self indulgent so sorry about that 😅 Tysm for requesting! Reblogs are greatly appreciated and I hope you enjoy<33
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↳ oh, you fit right in!
↳ these four are the epitome of chaos
↳ Tanjro appreciates your optimistic nature
↳ mostly because it’s a nice change from the crying and screaming every time something goes wrong
↳ “Zenitsu please calm down! Inosuke quiet down, we need to- Y/n! Please help me!”
↳ they all listen to you, whether that’s a good or bad thing is up to you
↳ you tell them to stop screaming and listen ?
↳ they're all ears
↳ but if you told them to jump off of a cliff ?
↳ they are racing to the nearest cliff and Inosuke has already jumped
↳ Inosuke likes to stick by your side most of the time
↳ you normally encourage his behavior rather than stopping him like that Gonpachiro
↳ and he appreciates it
↳ but Zenitsu is a special kind of chaotic
↳ like he only goes haywire sometimes and other times he’s calm like Tanjiro
↳ when he sees you and Inosuke go crazy together, that’s when he starts to cause some chaos
↳ Nezuko likes you, like really likes you
↳ your just so loud, fun and happy that you remind her of her siblings
↳ when she’s not in her little box, you’ll find her right next to you
↳ Insouke on one arm and Nezuko on the other
↳ then Tanjiro calmly walking behind you guys while Zenitsu is racing after you four
↳ moral of the story, you’re a perfect addition to these dorks and they love you
↳ welcome to the Kamaboko squad !
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aswarmofbeees ¡ 2 months ago
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Agatsuma Zenitsu + GN!Demon!Reader
Type: Fluff
⚠️: None?
A/N: final part!! This did take me a bit to write... I was caught up with family matters, ya know? Sorry if it’s cringe, I didn't exactly know how to end this... So I just did this.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three
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Your perception of time was odd, especially since you were a demon that had lived for longer than your memory could recall. Time travelled weirdly, you could never tell if time was going slow or fast.
In short, your sense of time has warped because of your immortality.
But even with that, you knew that it had been a while, too long. Since what? Since you saw that stupid demon slayer. You expected to see him back out slaying your kind already, but he was still nowhere to be seen.
Had you obtained an obsession?
Probably. Though you'd never admit it.
Your concern truly lied at his health, if he wasn't active, that meant he was still in recovery. Was he that badly injured? Had you overlooked a few injuries that had gotten worse since your departure?
You were probably overthinking, but you couldn't help it. It had been a long while since you felt this way for anyone, an emotional connection that you found annoying but there nonetheless. You had started caring for this boy, and it had grown out of just your curiosity ages ago. You cared and you despised it.
Your curiosity and concern had got the better of you, causing you to search for the boy which you easily located due to the distinct scent humans carried. Though, to your dismay, he was in the one place that you didn’t like roaming around.
The demon slayers main quarters. You were fine going in there, the only downside is that you may get caught, but it seems that you just threw your safety and caution to the wind. Your emotions getting the better of you.
By the looks of it, from what you could see, he was sitting down on a laid-out wooden log, seeming to be in deep thought. Though, you didn't care as you silently landed behind him, walking over and taking a seat beside him, him only noticing you once you spoke, “it’s a nice night out.”
“Gah!! Y- Y/n?! What are you-?! How are you-?!!” you quickly put a hand over his mouth, shutting him up with an annoyed expression, “shut it! Do you want me to get caught?" You lowered your hand as he slowly shook his head, still wide-eyed.
"I simply snuck in... it's not rocket science Agatsuma," you commented mockingly, your elbows resting on your knees. He nodded slowly, expecting this much from you though he still had some confusion, "why are you here?"
In all honesty, you didn't know the answer to that yourself, you just had the urge to come here, to see him, "I was checking if you were dead, it seems like I was unlucky." The boy gasped and slummed at your words, hanging his head low, causing you to frown slightly, were you too harsh?
"Uh... hey... are you ok?" You tried to ask without cringing, awkwardly glancing over to him from the side. He sighed and slowly nodded, "... yeah... I've just been so tired... training has been so rough lately!!"
He was training? So that's why he hasn't been on as many missions... you forgot that humans needed to rehabilitate their limbs after fatal injuries, even with your help you knew he wouldn't be completely fine, but sometimes you forget how fragile humans truly are, "really? Perhaps you can now protect yourself without me coming to help you."
"H- hey!!" He whisper-yelled, sounding insulted. You chuckled as you pat his arm gently with a small smile, "Do all you humans get offended so easily? Or is it just you?" you asked rhetorically, clicking your tongue in annoyance as your fingers tapped what you were sitting on.
"Um... could I ask you something...?" You rose a brow, slowly nodding your head sceptically, "I've been thinking a lot lately... and I've been thinking... why haven't you killed me yet? You said that you were intrigued by me, but that surely would've worn off by now... and you eat human flesh so..." your eyes widened slightly before you rolled your eyes and clicked your tongue, “I told you before, didn't I? Quit dwelling on the past. You mortals truly think to much.”
“Q... Quit dodging the question! I know I can't be as simple as what you say it is! So what is it?” He pushed further, more persistent than before causing you to falter in your response, since when did he have the guts to talk back to you? Whatever it was, it only made you more interested in the young demon slayer.
"For the love of... you're so dense, you know that, Zenitsu-kun?" You asked rhetorically, slight irritation yet embarrassment in your voice. You placed your hands on his forearms, your hands lingering down to his own.
Your gaze was focused on your hands, your hair over your face to hide the flaming blush that stung your cheeks. He seemed to get what you were saying to a degree especially by the change of hue on his face, but also seemed more confused, "huh? W- What do you mean?"
"Dammit! Why’re you so damn dense! I. Love. You!" You yelled, slightly louder than you hoped, but it wasn't enough for anyone to wake, or hear beside the boy in front of you, whose body was frozen in shock, his eyes wide with his face cherry red. He had gotten that vibe from you, with your subtle and not too subtle hints, but hearing you say it was another thing, "h- Hah...?"
"Don't make me repeat it, mortal," you snapped coldly, your icy demeanour returning. Your stern and sharp gaze landed on him, your e/c hues flickering in the light as your eyes travelled from his eyes down to his lips with a vacant expression. Your anxiety rising at how silent he had become, you starting to regret ever opening your mouth.
“I... I should leave...” You were about to make a hasty exit before you let your emotions control your actions, though you were stopped by the yellow-headed boy who had quickly grabbed your wrist, “Wait! I-- I love you too...” your eyes widened in shock, not expecting to hear those words, how could such a kind mortal love someone like you. You glanced back to him and saw his reduced, flustered expression, “huh...? Really?”
The boy nodded, trying to get his own emotions under control as his eyes poured into yours. You let out a sigh of relief as your anxiety left, that sense of dread you felt leaving you. You gently put your arms around him, pulling him close with your head resting on top of his, looking off at the area surrounding him. He was frozen in your arms, completely stiff and unmoving, which have you an amused expression.
“I don't know why you can even tolerate a demon like me...” You mumbled, a frown adorning on you as you glanced down, “but... I'll take it nonetheless.” Zenitsu, after his moment of pause and shock, slowly and shakily wrapped his arms around you also, his head resting on your non-beating chest.
“I’m glad to see you in good health, though… it’s a nice change from seeing you in constant danger,” you added, your fingers grazing his back as your gaze focused down on him as you let go. He laughed sheepishly at your comment, scratching the back of his head, “Heh… I guess so…”
“Of course I am,” you snapped, crossing your arms as your gaze focused on him. You stand up as you fix your clothing, “Zenitsu, if you need me, just call and I’ll be there. But for now, I need to leave, the sun is coming up and I can’t have the damn Hashira catching me.” Your gaze glanced to the building behind you before you crouched down, moving his hair from his face as you planted a soft kiss on his forehead, “Farewell, Zenitsu-kun, you better not die on me.”
“You too!” You heard him say, red-faced as you smiled to yourself, one of the rare moments when you showed any expression on your face as you once again, like always, disappeared without a trace, going back into solitude. Leaving the young boy alone once more, though he knew that if he ever needed you, you’d be there.
You sighed as you leaned against a tall old tree that seemed to have withered with time, "To think that a being such as myself would succumb to the disgusting feeling of love..." as much as you tried to deny it, you couldn't deny that you cared, and you cared a lot.
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dawn-writes7 ¡ 8 months ago
Mornings with Kyoujurou
Summary: Waking up with your husband each day is a blessing and today is not any different.
Pairing: Kyoujurou Rengoku x F!Reader
Warnings: None, straight up fluff
Word count: 1,243
D/Ns: I just watched the Demon Slayer movie and a bitch is not okay.
Each morning spent with Kyoujurou Rengoku were blessings, each and every morning you would be plastered against his bare chest, his warm skin working better than any fire to keep you toasty. Sometimes it even got the point when you both slept naked it always ended with the blankets thrown off the bed because of the heat he produced.
This morning was no different, you slowly rose with the sun as it filtered into the room through the drawn curtains, your cheek smushed against your husband's chest, his breathing steady and calm. The routine had begun.
Lifting your head from his chest you slowly placed kisses all over his skin, working your way up to his neck, then his very defined jawline, and finally to his lips. “Kyou, it’s time to raise my love.”
He had been awake the whole time and you knew it. “Good morning my flame.” His voice was low, slow and deep. Very contrary to his normal voice, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Ready to start the day? The sun has risen, it is time to get your morning training started.” You ran your hand through his very messy hair, he always tried to keep it neat when he went to bed but it always ended up a mess.
“I am ready when you are.” He guided you to sit up still keeping your body pressed against his. “Shall you do my hair again today?” He asked in a small whisper as his lips connected with yours, slotting ever so perfectly between your lips.
You hummed into the kiss, morning breath meant nothing to the two of you in tender moments. It was a short lived kiss as per usual in the mornings. You quickly separated your lips and stood. Silently padding your way to the other end of the room you grabbed the hairbrush and hair tie that your husband loved to use, you made your way back and sat behind him.
His hair was thick and always so full, you loved it. His hum of satisfaction only added fuel to the fire that he had lit in your heart many years ago as you started to brush his messy hair. Expertly parting it how he loved, you created his pony tail and set everything else into place.
You placed two kisses on his shoulders, then you moved backwards a bit and watched him. His large arms stretching high above his head, he rolled each and every single muscle forcing the sleep out of his body, it was fascinating to see every muscle in his body.
“I will go through with my training, then we will have breakfast then a bath.” He stated as if this was the first time you two had gone through mornings like this, but you never minded.
“Sounds amazing Kyou. I will start on breakfast.” You let him pull you off the bed and into another kiss. “Hurry before it starts to get too warm out there.” You whispered as he kept kissing you, as if it was the air he needed to breathe.
“Just a few more kisses then I will.” He swallowed your laughs and protests with his lips. Honestly you didn’t know why you even tried to get him to do anything before he gave you at least 100 kisses.
Once he felt satisfied he released you from his grip allowing you to go cook breakfast, leaving you to cook, it was a very familiar routine. You started to cut up the fruit as you watched him in the yard doing his morning stretches, practicing his sword work, and to some points showing off his impressive muscles. He knew that you were watching as you cooked so he showed off more than usual.
“Kyou, food is ready!” You called out to him as you plated his enormous breakfast, the man sure ate a lot but given the endless energy he had it made sense.
He walked into the house and straight to the kitchen. “It smells tasty.” After giving you another hundred kisses he finally sat down with you and ate.
Mornings were always slow with him, even with the incredible speed and power your husband held he always took his mornings slow and steady. After you had eaten you quickly made your way down to the spring with the buckets for the bath.
When you came back your heart fluttered in your chest, he was standing in front of the sink washing the dishes. “You didn’t have to do that you know.”
“I am aware but you made breakfast and got the water for the bath so I thought I would take the chore off your hands.” He turned his head and smiled at you, the smile that you fell in love with the first time he had saved you from a demon.
You placed a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you my love. I’ll start the bath.” As you walked away from him he gave you a quick pinch on the butt. “Kyojurou!” You squealed as he laughed at you. Once you started the fire you quickly started the bath for the two of you.
After the temperature reached a comfortable level you started to undress yourself, completely oblivious to the man standing behind you watching every move you made. You only became aware of him when his arm hands cupped your breasts. “I love to see you like this.”
“What, naked?” You laughed as you felt the heat rushing to your cheeks and the tips of your ears.
“Yes, you are so beautiful and perfect like this. I love your body.” He placed a warm kiss on your cheek dragging you to the bath. “Come on.”
“Kyou you are still in your pants and underwear!” You shrieked as he lifted you into the air with ease, the warm water sent a shiver up your spine. You watched him as he undressed himself, slowly slipping into the bath behind you.
“The water is perfect as usual my love.” His strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you close to him, you could practically feel every little rivet of his muscles as he breathed in and out. “Oh that reminds me, Uzui and his wifes want to have dinner with us tomorrow.”
You hummed leaning into him, breathing in tandem with him. “What should we make?”
“Anything that you make is amazing and very tasty.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Would you like for me to go shopping with you for the meat?”
“If it won’t interrupt your work I would love to have you accompany me.” You pulled his arm off of you and placed your palm against his.
His laugh shook the tub. “I wish for them to at least get my hair but I want them to look like you. I can’t wait to have children with you.”
He placed his chin on your shoulder as he stared at your hands, his fingers bent a bit and topped yours. “So tiny. I wonder what our children would look like. Would they be small like you or will they go tall and large like me.”
“If they end up being a carbon copy of you I am going to be upset.” You pouted as you moved your hand up to intertwine your fingers.
“I can’t either Kyoujurou.” Every morning was spent like this, and you would never change a thing.
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the-lady-writes-what ¡ 2 months ago
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31. Demon Slayer
Kyojuro Rengoku ft Shinobu Kocho and Mitsuri Kanroji
Theme: Aliens, alien abduction, kidnapping, probing
Kinks: Probing, "medical examination", aphrodisiacs, breeding, dubcon/noncon, voyeurism/exhibitionism, toys, multiple orgasms, overstimulation
Words: 4403
The content below does not reflect the moral values of its author. The content below contains kidnapping, human experimentation, dubcon and noncon (dubious consent and non-consent), nonconsensual impregnation, and drugging (use of aphrodisiacs in the form of alien saliva). Reader’s discretion is advised.
Author’s Note: All characters besides Reader will be going by their last names only for aesthetics, I guess. Also, this is the first and LAST time I will ever use “seed” in this context. *shudders*
P.S I live in shame. It took me so long to write this and it’s not even Halloween anymore. 😭 Just put me out on the curb on garbage day. 
How can there be so much noise going on in your room? There was buzzing, blinking, humming, glitching all around you. Did you leave your TV on by mistake? No, that couldn't be it. You could have sworn that you stitched it off before going to bed. The last thing you remembered was getting under the covers after a long day at work. You might have fallen asleep on the couch if not for the fact that it was a lumpy piece of shit. You should be dreaming right about now. Then, why did you have trouble sleeping because of the noise? You pried your eyelids open. Everything was blurry at first, but you noticed the stark white walls. That's the problem, though. Your bedroom walls weren't white at all; they were painted pale yellow. There was no way, even half-asleep, you could mistake your bedroom. You tried to sit up only to find your wrists, ankles, and hips held down by metal cuffs. Once your eyes opened more fully, they bulged out of their sockets. Shimmery metal cuffs locked you into place on a cold table that resembled a little too close to one found in an autopsy room. The only difference was that the table somebody strapped you to was propped up. You looked down and noticed your clothes had gone missing, and replacing them was a thin hospital gown that tied in the front. 
You whipped your head around to take in your surroundings. Everything was either white or metallic. Screens covered one wall, and one made of glass looked out into the hallway. People with abnormal hair color and in all shapes and sizes walked past without caring to notice you. They strolled along with their business without giving the room a single glance. You turned your head to find one of the sources of noise. A massive computer with 3-D models of human anatomy was plastered on their wide screens. Someone sat on a wheeled chair and typed away at the keyboard. You only saw that back of their heads. Their hair was black with a purple ombre at the ends. Around the rest of the room were machines, monitors, and god-knows-what-else humming away, slowly driving you mad. 
"Hey," you spat at the person seated at the computer. No response. "Hey! Answer me. I know you can hear from over there!" 
Still, they didn't respond. You resorted to thrashing against the restraints and thrashing against them. It did you little good as you couldn't even see where a lock or keyhole could be. The restraints fit so snug against your body that they gave you very little wiggle room. Still, you tried. You made the metal table rattle at least, which seemed to have gotten the person's attention.
The person at the computer wheeled around in their chair. They were a woman or a female-presenting person. You couldn't be sure at this point. You last remembered getting into bed, and now you're here. Anything could be possible at this point. She stood up at once when she realized that you weren't unconscious anymore. The woman pressed a button on the device hooked over her ear. She spoke in a language you could not understand. You watched as she walked across the room behind you, where you could not see. Not being able to see what she was doing made your heart rise into your throat. 
"Hey! Answer me. I want answers, and you're not going to ignore me, alright? Just tell me where the hell I am!" 
The strange woman appeared in front of you. She held a pair of small triangles with what looked like an earbud piece in the center. You pulled your head away when she tried to insert them into your ears. 
"Fuck no! You're not sticking anything in my body. Stop!" 
The woman stepped back, shook her head, and sighed. She talked into her headset device and sat down in her chair to wait. You waited with her until a man rushed by the wall of windows. The doors swooshed open like you'd seen in sci-fi movies and swooshed closed behind the man who hurled himself into the room. His hair was the color of golden flames tipped with lava. Wide eyes appeared to take in the same fiery affectation of his hair as they were colored with magma underneath sharp, fierce black brows. He furrowed them when he saw you and then looked at the woman. She held out the triangular devices between her thumb and forefinger. They talked between themselves in that strange language of theirs. 
"If you're going to talk about me, at least have the balls to say it in a language I can understand!" You shouted. 
The man nodded. They both approached you. The flame-haired man held your head stead while the woman inserted the devices into your ears. There was a crackle, a beep, and then nothing. 
"Can you understand us? Can you hear what we're saying?" Asked the woman. You blinked in surprise. They were translation devices, you realized. Even if you could be grateful that language wasn't a barrier, there was still the matter of you BEING STRAPPED TO A GURNEY WITHOUT YOUR CLOTHES! Being able to understand them didn't stop you from thrashing around and trying to escape.
"Easy, easy, please just calm down. If you'll give us a moment to explain," started the man. 
"Explain? Explain what? Who are you people, and why am I here? Is this some kind of government-funded human experimentation gone wrong? Where the hell did you take me?" 
"We needed to strap you down to the gurney to make sure that your body properly acclimated to traveling thousands of lightyears from your home galaxy. It's a little cruel, but previous subjects have been known to become erratic and hurt themselves. Some species aren't adapted yet to space travel," explained the man. 
You opened your mouth to yell and chew his head off, but then you stopped. Your jaw hung open. It took your brain several minutes to digest what he just said. You looked through the corner of your eyes at the giant computer screens hung on the wall. Wherever there was a written language, unintelligible symbols passed you by. Nothing they spoke or wrote made any sense to you. And the only reason why you could understand the former and not the latter was because of the strange devices they inserted into your ears. You'd seen people with colored hair,  but something was different about these people. The fact that you couldn't put your finger on it made matters worse for you. 
"Let me get this straight. I'm on a spaceship, possibly millions of miles away from the Milky Way galaxy and my home planet of Earth. Brought here entirely without my knowledge or permission, and you want me to be calm and rational, is that it?" 
"If we can convince you," said the man. 
"Are you out of your mind? What the fuck would I make things convenient for the people who kidnapped me from my apartment?" You shouted. 
"Rengoku, let's get her up and moving around. Maybe if she expends some energy, she'll be easier to convince," said the woman. She dug into her white jacket that resembled an old-fashioned doctor's coat for a plastic-looking card. There was a card-reading device on your left where she swiped her card and purchased your freedom. Your first instinct was to shove the man, Rengoku, out of your way and book it for the door. However, your body had other things in mind. You took one step off the up-right gurney once the bands had been released and planted face-first into the sterile tile floor. Your legs had no strength in them whatsoever like you had no bones. 
"We did try to tell you," said the female alien.
“Shut up," you mumbled, face smooshed against the cold floor. 
"She might need a boost. Do you have any energy serum by chance, Kocho?" Asked Rengoku. 
The lady alien, now dubbed Kocho, wandered out of your sight but returned shortly with a syringe containing orange liquid of unknown substance (to you). Rengoku thanked her as it was handed over to him. You gasped at the short prick in the back of your neck. At the base of your neck, the thin needle injected you with that strange substance. As it entered your bloodstream, your senses became alive and wired. Everything became too loud all at once. You could feel every particle of material against your skin. You smelled everything in the room. 
You pushed yourself up to your elbows at first and then managed to get on your knees. Rengoku took you by the arm as gently as possible and helped you to stand. He shouldered your arm as he walked you around the room to help get your legs walking again. You took shuddered baby steps at first. This went on for ages, although it couldn't have been more than an hour. During the laps around the laboratory, Kocho checked your vital signs. She asked about your sleeping habits, checked your heart rate and blood pressure, and went so far as to ask when your last estrous cycle was. Uncomfortable giving out that kind of information, you lied and said you didn't remember. 
"We're almost done. Just a few more questions," said Kocho with her stylus and electronic notepad. 
You rolled your eyes and groaned internally.
"Do you have any children on your home planet?"
"No," you answered, although you might have said yes if it meant they'd feel a scrap of pity for you and beamed you back down to Earth. 
"Are you sexually active?" 
"No." You lied this time. 
Kocho scribbled something on her notepad. "I understand. Now, I'll step out for a moment and bring back some water and food. Humans of Earth are still omnivores, correct?"
"I mean, I guess." You shrugged. 
Kocho left with her notepad, and you saw her walk past the wall of windows. Rengoku had you seated on what looked like a sofa in the back corner. You sat awkwardly with your hands clasping the gown closed. It might have been easier and more comfortable if it was tied in the back. 
"Can I have an extra gown? I feel a little exposed here," you said. 
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt." Rengoku went to a cabinet and pulled out a drawer. He handed over another gown which you promptly pulled over the first. Not only were you a little warmer, but you also didn't have to worry about Rengoku staring at the line of exposed flesh from your collarbone down to your crotch. 
The two of you sat in silence. Rengoku busied himself at the computer until Kocho returned with a buffet of food. The food resembled stuff you could find on Earth, but the textures and tastes were different. Kocho and Rengoku stepped outside, but you could still see them through the windows. You couldn't put a pin on what that was, only that it was different. You were given two water bottles which you downed like a frat boy at a keg party. Another alien joined the other two in the hallway. Her hair was pink with light green ends, and she pushed around an empty wheelchair. The glass between you and them was so thick or made of noise-canceling material because you couldn't hear them. Helplessly, you fought to read their lips, but without being able to listen to them, their mouths made intelligible vowels that you couldn't make out. Rengoku and Kocho talked to the other female. All three glanced at you through the window, and they saw that you finished eating and swallowed the last drop of water; they all entered. 
"This is Kanroji. She'll be helping us with further examination. Would you mind sitting down in the wheelchair, please?" Asked Kocho. 
Going anywhere with them was the last thing you wanted. You stared at the wheelchair Kocho motioned towards and offered only hard stares. 
"Let's not make this difficult. You wouldn't want us to resort to force, would you?" 
You glared at Kocho even harder, but you didn't want them to use violence either. Rengoku at least looked like he could bench press three of you. You removed yourself from the sofa, walked over, and sat down in the wheelchair. Being wheeled around while dressed in only a hospital gown had a surreal close resemblance to being in a hospital. If not for the fact that when you glanced at a window that faced the outside, you saw the blackness of space bedazzled with stars and planets, none of which looked familiar to you. Blood drained from your face. 
Kocho pushed you down the numerous corridors between the initial room that held you to another much larger chamber. There were no windows in this one. A table is covered in a sterile sheet, but you can tell by the lumps in it that they were hiding something under it. You dreaded to know what. The other pieces of furniture in the room included what looked to you like a dentist's chair, an examination table equipped with stirrups, a desk with a computer, and a chair. Kocho wheeled you over to the dentist's chair. Reluctantly, you got up and sat down in it. 
"I just need to get this out of the way…." Kocho pulled the second gown off you. "And we'll be able to continue with our studies."
"Studies? What studies? I'm a person, not an animal," you shouted. 
"We're well aware of that, so please keep your voice down. Do the people on your home planet not experiment and study each other?" 
"Yeah, but they have to ask for permission if they want to do it ethically and legally. They don't just—Shit!" 
Something cold and slimy was rubbed into the center of your chest. Kanroji was rubbing the clear gel into your skin and placing clear bandages on top. IN the center of the bandages was a hard square device, small in size and blinked with a small red dot. 
"These will monitor your body functions while we run the tests. Try not to pull these off, please," said Kanroji.
You wanted to ask what would happen if you did but didn't feel like getting the answer. It seemed better to cooperate and get yourself back home with the least amount of trauma. Kanroji repeated the process on a couple of other spots above your breasts, abdomen right above your belly button, and lower belly, right on your Venus mound. Two more were applied and stuck to the temples of your forehead. Kocho sat at the computer desk, turning on the machine. Kanroji and Rengoku stood over you, one on either side. You held your clammy hands over your stomach and tried not to shake too much. 
"Last question, do you prefer male or female partners?" Asked Kocho with her hands poised over her keyboard. 
"Um…" You glanced between Rengoku and Kanroji. "I guess I prefer men. What, what exactly are these tests you're running?" 
"Sexual compatibility, physicality during stimulation, and, of course, fertility," said Kocho.
"Oh, no, no, no. You're not testing me on that!" You tried to get out of the chair only to have Rengoku press his hands on your shoulders and squeeze. 
"This will be all over shortly if you cooperate. This is all necessary for our people to survive. No harm will come to you, but just let us do this. I promise you will be compensated," he said. 
You narrowed your eyes at him. "If I agree, will you let me go afterward?"
You scanned his face. The color of his fiery eyes made you feel like you were sinking into a volcano. Rengoku's face was set in a mask and made it impossible for you to tell whether he was lying or not. His mouth is a fine, straight line, and his brows rest in a neutral position as they can be. You swallowed past the lump in your throat. 
"Alright, fine. I'll do it, but I'm not letting you insert anything else into me, and I don't want any sharp objects near me. I'll claws your eyes out if you come at me with a scalpel."
Rengoku tore his eyes away from you and addressed Kocho on the other side of the room. "Did you get that, Kocho? We have consent to continue." 
Kocho answered by typing furiously at the computer. The table wasn't a table at all because Kanroji wheeled it over to you. She whisked the sheet away, and you wished she hadn't. Things could have been worse, as alien movies taught you. There could have been scalpels, lasers, needles, etc., sitting there.
However, to your horror, what was on the table was a sex shop for aliens. Some of the devices resembled toys found on Earth, and some were more 'unique' in design and texture. 
"Everything's clean, right, Kanroji?" Rengoku rolled up the sleeves of his white uniform. 
"I sanitized everything before the subject was brought aboard. I changed the batteries in some of them because they were running a little low. They're all at maximum power!" Answered Kanroji.
Great. You swore. 
You repressed a shudder when Kanroji picked a random device and handed it to Rengoku. Your fingers clutched the armrests tightly as he pulled the hospital gown open at the bottom. The device he held in his hand was a red silicone phallus with a ring on the end. Rengoku squirted some clear lube over it and pressed a button on the inside of the ring. He pushed the blunt tip to your chest, stimulating each nipple. You bite your lip to suppress a moan. 
"Breast tissue is highly responsive," he said somewhat mechanically. 
"Is she producing milk?" Asked Kocho. 
"No. The nipples are getting hard and stiff." Rengoku rubbed the vibrating device a bit harder into your nipple. "They look rather nice," he mumbled. 
"Don't forget the other erogenous zones."
Rengoku pressed another button. The phallus moved so fast that it tapped on your nipples. You couldn't help but think of a dog wagging its tail as Rengoku dragged the toy down your torso. You rubbed your thighs together with the closer he brought it down to your core. The toy was rubbed against your legs and moved slowly towards your inner thigh. 
"Can you spread your legs, please?" 
The chair was wide enough for you to do so without sticking your bare feet on the ground, but you weren't sure you wanted to. Your poor nerves couldn't take much more of this. On the other hand, you're a billion miles off your planet and surrounded by aliens who probably had weapons that turned people into ash in a matter of seconds. You parted your legs for him. Rengoku was bare-handed when he pulled apart your labia to find your clit. Your back arched off the chair, and your knuckles cracked as you held on tighter. He pressed the tip to your clit. This time, you could not hold back. You moaned aloud and bucked against the device. Rengoku pressed the button again. 
Your whole body felt like it was vibrating, and you bucked your hips against the toy pressing on that bundle of sensitive nerve endings. You climaxed hard in a matter of seconds. Kanroji examined the sticky material that leaked out of you.
"Female orgasm produces a clear fluid. The clitoris becomes engorged during stimulation, not unlike the males of the same species," she said. 
"Record timing as well. She reached climax fairly quickly," added Rengoku. 
"Hey, hey," you mumbled, coming down from your post-orgasmic high. "Don't talk about me like I'm a lab rat. I can still hear you, you know!"
The rest of your tests were the same as the first. Rengoku used the toys provided on the table to stimulate your flesh. He paid special attention to your clit. His eyes were always on you while you writhed in the chair, stimulated until your brain turned to goo. A thin layer of sweat coated your body after your seventh orgasm. You soaked through the bottom of the gown they made you wear. 
"Rengoku, I think it's time to move on to the final stage. Are you ready?" Asked Kocho. 
Rengoku titled your head, so you looked at him straight in the eye. Your eyes, as well as your mind, were blurry. Everything felt too damn sensitive. Rengoku's face appeared closer and closer until you realized he was actually moving towards you. And it was no illusion when he pressed his lips against yours. A long, wet tongue coated the inside of your mouth with his saliva. Rengoku's tongue was so long it reached to the back of your throat. You gagged on it, sputtering as it shoved it down. Something thick, viscous ran down your throat and accidentally swallowed what Rengoku gave. He released his lips from yours.
Kanroji pushed the table out of the way and back into its corner. Rengoku hovered near you as if waiting for a reaction. Suddenly, your body shuddered. As whatever you swallowed made its way to your stomach, your body grew hot. You panted hard like you just finished running a marathon. Every nerve and pore became sensitive. You could have orgasmed again with the slightest touch or breeze. Your thighs rubbed together as if that would help the growing need between them. You ached like you never ached before. Somehow, you wanted nothing more than a cock inside of you. You were salacious. 
Rengoku picked you up and carried you over to the examination table. It was warm compared to the sterile chair, but then again, you feel like you're running a fever of a hundred and one. Your legs were spread open with your feet strapped into the stirrups. Rengoku stepped aside for a moment to take off his uniform coat, folded it, and handed it over to Kanroji, who put it on the table. He returned to you and stood between your legs. You sat on the edge of the table; all of you were exposed to him. A trill of delight and apprehension ran through you as he unbuckled his belt. 
"What is the subject's response to the aphrodisiac?" Asked Kocho. 
"She's breathing hard but steadily. Pupils are dilated, and she feels hot to the touch," answered Rengoku.
"Do you need any prep before we go further?"
"Not this time," he said. 
Rengoku shoved his pants down far enough to pull out his cock. His rigid shaft was violent red with a purple head that oozed what you guessed to be precum. Your legs were spread so far apart that he needed nothing more than to simply press the tip to your wide opening. 
"You liar," said Rengoku. 
Your brows furrowed at his words, but before you could ask what he meant, Rengoku buried himself to the hilt. Your hands grasped at the air when he plunged inside. Your cunt latched onto him and sucked him in even when he pulled back. His hands grabbed your hips to keep you steady while pummeling your insides. 
"You've been with men before. It's not nice to lie." Rengoku chuckled. "Even so, you feel tight. You're warm and wet for me down here. It feels so good!" 
Rengoku filled you up and stuffed you full. He plowed into you like his life depended on it. Your ankles were stuck to the stirrups employing metal cuffs. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't kick him to get him to stop jack-hammering your cunt. He was deep inside of you and stretched your cunt to the point of tearing. You felt like you were being torn in two but cried out like a whore. Pain wasn't even a second thought; it was far-flung from your mind that you only thought about the delicious pleasure Rengoku was giving you while being fucked into the examination table. 
"Oh wow! Rengoku has never been this passionate about the study before. He must really like this one!" Kanroji cheered. 
You reached up and clawed at Rengoku's shoulders, dragging your nails down his back. This made him growl and fuck you faster. He pinched your clit, and the overstimulation sent you over the edge. You bucked your hips against, matching his pace, tit for tat. Your eyes rolled into your head as your body spasmed. You scratched Rengoku's back until you made him bleed. Rengoku kept pounding into your cunt, but this time he was more determined than before to fill you up. 
"I'm going to finish inside, and you're going to take my seed. All of it, every single drop until your belly is swollen with my child."
Your head was so empty that you could barely understand a word he was saying. 
"Uh? What?" 
Rengoku rode you into another orgasm. Beads of sweat ran down his face, which was scrunched up from the effort. His grip would leave your hips bruised with his fingerprints for days. Feeling you clench down and spasm on his cock made him lose what little control he had left. He abandoned your clit in favor of unlocking the ankle restraints and hooking your legs on his shoulders, all without stopping himself from drilling into you. 
"You're going to look so good swollen up." Rengoku licked his lips. "Take it, take it, take it!" 
He chanted in time with his harsh thrusts. When he finally did come, Rengouke finished with a roar. His hips rocked into you a few more times while emptying himself into your womb. Your lower belly felt like it was on fire. Rengoku bottomed out and plugged up your cunt to keep he come from leaking out, though some of it inevitably did. 
"Rengoku, I think you overdid it this time. The sensors are going out of whack. I think you need to take it down a notch next time." Kocho didn't look away from her computer screen as she typed away. 
"I think…" Rengoku took a gulp of air. "I think I won't need to participate in the study much longer. I like her. Can we keep this one?"
Boneless, fucked brainless, and exhausted, you let your eyes droop to a close and let the blackness consume you for the time being.
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krystalwithakay ¡ a month ago
Selfish 2
cw: angst, hallucinations, self loathing
You’re not as sneaky as you think. Did you really think you could outsmart a hashira? He noticed, of course. Your odd demeanor, the wound that showed up after all the demons were dead, and running off into the woods with an injured leg. The villagers are still thanking him profusely, and he helps tend to more of the injured and move some rubble out of the way. If he had gotten here sooner there would be less destruction. But the past is the past. When he asks about you, the villagers know right away who he’s talking about. The strange but kind girl, they say. She lives in a house in the woods, alone after her parents passed away. They’d had her late in life, the town baker says. Poor thing lives out in the woods all by herself, the town smith says. She works in the village, so at least she’s not alone all day.
             It looks like she left and tried to go home on her own, the slayer says. The villagers exchange tense, knowing glances. What are you doing running off alone at night? Especially with a fresh wound. The slayer excuses himself, wanting to accompany you. The villagers tell him how to get there, and he sets off before they can ask any more questions.
             Oh, you evil evil person. Every step he takes is wasted energy. After how much you already made him waste. If you didn’t deserve death before, you definitely do now. What if a demon kills him? How will you take responsibility? Even if he just has to fight a lesser demon, that’s breath and energy and movement and dulling of his blade that shouldn’t have been wasted. You had a debt to pay before all this started. Now, it’s unpayable. Nothing you do will ever make up for it. Even your death isn’t enough. What are you going to do? That fear and that stress makes it impossible to move, but you have so much hard work to do if you want to repay even half of it.
             Fallen leaves rustle as he walks. Brittle branches break under his feet. Your moderate home comes into view through the sparse trees. It really is in the middle of the woods. It’s not safe out here at all. Why wouldn’t you move into the village after your parents’ death? You just make everyone worry. How selfish. He slides the door open and steps inside, sliding off his shoes at the entrance. Really, he should have kept them on. Then again, even the bottom of his shoes don’t deserve to tread in such filth. It would be better, though, than clinging to his socks, closer to his being. He can’t even see it, the grime everywhere. It’s a different type of dirt. It’s not something you can see or smell, but it reeks to you. It’s worse than the scent of blood or rotting corpses. Of soot or ash. An unperceivable mold that clings to everything you touch, spreading the rot deep in your soul to undeserving people and places. It’s why you always use the same old, rickety bucket to fetch water for the elderly in the village. Your hands shouldn’t touch anything else.
             The screen to the living room slides open. It’s cold in the entrance, but he thought there would be more heat further into the house. It’s just as cold as outside. It’s dark. There’s a hearth, but you haven’t started a fire. He can smell the vomit. What a disgusting stench you exposed him to. How cruel. You’re asleep, curled under a thin blanket on a worn futon. You’re close to the hearth, like you want its warmth even though there’s no fire. With the moonlight, he can see the vomit covering the side of your pillow, spilling onto the mattress beneath. It looks dried.
             “There you are! Aren’t you cold?” His voice. You hear his voice.
             It’s a dream, he’s not here. But then he kneels beside you and gently shakes your shoulder. Your eyes snap open and your head whips to look at him. No no no, this isn’t right. He shouldn’t be here. He should have forgotten about you by now.
             “Were you sick? I’ll help you clean up. Do you have a rag and some water somewhere?”
             You try to speak, but your throat is dry and sore from the bile, so all you can do is cough.
             “It’s okay, don’t strain your voice. I’ll find one.” He looks around the room and wanders into the kitchen. There’s more dirt there. He really shouldn’t be here at all, but he especially shouldn’t be walking around in the grime. You can’t even raise your voice to save him the effort, to tell him where you keep your rags and water. Useless.
             “The water’s cold, so this might not be pleasant. Please forgive me.” He says as he lifts your head with one hand, and uses the other to wipe the dried vomit from your face. More of his touches. Even in the dark, his presence is so bright.
             Your skin is numb from the cold, so you can barely feel his warm hand. More like the ghost of a touch. He uses the rag to clean your face, then wipe up what he can from the mattress. Vile. Acidic. The smell doesn’t seem to bother him. Then again, it’s weak compared to everything else. Your eyes are tired. When you let them relax, you can start to see it on the walls. Worn wood, the black crawling over it. Spreading. More and more, the rot he can’t see. You hope it won’t make him sick. Sometimes it’s dry, rough looking patches. Today it looks more like a liquid. A black puddle. Viscous, flowing out in all directions. Starting at the bottom of the wall. Liquids usually flow downwards, but this dirt doesn’t listen. You suppose it makes sense, that your own sludge would defy expectations. It’s a little over halfway up the wall now, some uneven spots still left untouched. Like veins crawling across the wood. It bubbles in some places, bursting with a strange popping sound.
             “What are you looking at?” He asks.
             You weren’t paying attention, so you didn’t notice him placing wood in the hearth. You suppose you’re happy can’t see it. When you look back, it’s crawled into itself. Taking up only a third of what it was before, leaving a brown film behind. You’ll have to scrub the wall down tomorrow.
             He doesn’t push you to respond, just strikes a match and places it inside the hearth. Weren’t you out of matches? Maybe he had his own. He uses another one. Maybe he’s cold, wants to warm up quicker. When you concentrate, you can just barely see his breath. It’s that cold in here. And you made him wander all the way out here.
             “Don’t worry, it should heat up quickly,” he smiles. It makes you want to smile too. Your dry lips crack a bit when you try, but it still feels nice. He looks worried now. “Oh, your skin is dry. Do you want to drink something? I’ll go grab a cup.” He doesn’t wait for your response, quickly standing up and heading to the kitchen. His feet make such soft sounds on the floor, almost too quiet to hear. He’s gone. Out of the room. It’s just you now. You can pretend you started the fire yourself, that he never followed you out here. You can close your eyes and try to sleep. But he comes back, instead of leaving like he should.
             “The water is cold, I hope you don’t mind. I could heat it up if you like?” He sits beside you, holding the cup of icy water. All you can do is look at him, though it’s hard to focus your vision. It’s all a little blurry. “I can help you sit up. Are you comfortable with that?” What a gentleman. Such an honorable person. You never thought someone like that would step foot in your house. He sets the cup down carefully, and slides one hand under your head and one under your back. He lifts you up carefully, expecting you to sit up on your own once he has you upright. But you’re tired. You shouldn’t make him do the work.
             “You must really be tired!” He chuckles.
             More than you know.
             He leans you against his chest, securing you with an arm around your waist as he carefully grabs the cup from the floor. He’s so warm. You knew that, but it still surprises you. How can someone be so warm? Maybe it’s just because of how cold you are.
             “Here,” he says as he lifts the cup to your lips.
             You’re leaning on his left shoulder. His hair tickles your face as he looks down at you. You only have enough energy to tilt your head slightly as you take a sip. It’s cold. You knew that, but it chills your throat and makes you shiver.
             “Ah, sorry! I know it’s cold, but please drink a little more.” You can feel the vibration of his voice through his chest, pressed up against your back. He lifts the cup again, and you drink some more. You can feel his breath on your cheek. The fire has grown. Enough that you can feel its heat and see its light. His warmth seeps through to you even through his clothes, and the fire warms your skin. It feels so wonderful. It’s so sinple, such a stupid thing to enjoy so much. You sigh. He chuckles a bit. You can’t hear it. You wouldn’t know if you weren’t leaned up against him.
             “I’ll stay here with you. I didn’t sense any more demons near the village, but demons often lurk in the woods.” He says it so calmly, like it’s such a simple, obvious statement.
             You need to tell him to go, you need to tell him you’re fine. But you can’t muster the energy to speak. All you can do is shake your head, but even that you can’t do properly. He’s an observant person, hopefully he can understand what you mean.
             “Don’t worry, everyone is safe! It’s no problem for me to stay here. Please don’t worry.” Can he read your mind? He’s got it all wrong. He should be worrying about everyone except you. Take a deep breath, open your mouth and speak. Convince him you’re fine, you’re safe enough. Go away. You need to make him leave.
             He wraps his other arm around you, spreading more warmth through your body. It’s too late now. You can’t say anything else. You’re melting. Your fingers aren’t numb anymore, they hurt now. They feel a bit better with every passing second. Say something. Stop being useless for once in your life! You can’t speak. You’re barely conscious as it is. Useless as ever. Even if he won’t listen, you need to at least try. But you can’t. It’s frustrating. It’s awful. You can’t say anything at all, can’t even keep your eyes open. Tears of frustration build beneath your eyelids, and spill over your cheeks.
             Skin touches your face, wiping at the tears. It surprises you, and you jolt. As much as your weak body can muster at least. He says something, but you can’t make it out. All you can do is listen to his voice and take in the feeling of his gentle hands wiping the tears from your face.
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soldez ¡ 4 months ago
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hi https://fanfiction.online/story/453302/1
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dumbdemonslayertexts ¡ 6 months ago
Stupid Lies and a Kiss (part 1)
Pairing: Tengen Uzui x black!fem oc or reader
Warnings: 18+! recreational drug use, dry humping, dick teasing
Note: i couldn't wait any longer to post this, the set up was taking too long for me to work out SO I GUESS ANOTHER INCONSECUTIVE FIC FOR Y’ALL
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it was kind of out of nowhere when he suddenly commands her to "come here."
she sees his cheeks hollow, noting the allure of his profile, especially with him so close. the man's cockiness grated on her nerves, but tengen was undoubtedly sexy... hell, he was irritatingly sexy. his knowing it was just icing on the insufferable bastard cake that was his personality. still, it was a great portion of his charm, and it would be a lie to say she didn't enjoy his company. damn him. when the joint is free from his lips, asia is left to melt as she watches the way his throat moves to let his mouth blow a neatly executed smoke ring. 
"what for..?"
she doesn't get an answer. instead, after he placed the smoke back into his mouth, she gets a massive arm around her back, and the other reaching to grip an impatient hold onto her hip. she's yanked into his lap without a word, shocked into bracing at his massive shoulders. god, his expression is the essence of sex. the next moment that registers, she sees how he's slipped down lower on the couch... and feels an unexpectedly formed semi-erection being thrust into her-- slow and hard, dragging against her clothed cunt in a deep curl underneath her. unsuspecting, she peeps out her surprise... and to her irritation, the noise she makes sounds far too much like a whimper for her liking. boy, what the fuck are you doing? ...she means to ask him--to at least give translation through her glare if the words couldn't come out (and they absolutely would not). he's not moved at all. his eyes are boring right back into hers, hungry and aroused daggers piercing at her coyness, making her want to squirm even as she feels the head of his dick poking through his sweatpants. he locks her firmly against his pelvis, so she has no choice but to sit and ride each wave of his hips. fuck, and his hips have his cock so well aimed... in no time he's slipped her pussy open, even behind the wet barrier of her panties, so that she feels his hard bulb rubbing heavily up her slit and down again. and so that they both feel her beginning to soak a spot into his pants in the process. asia trembles, not knowing that he sees every bit of the struggle on her face to not give in to or even reveal how fucking good he's stimulating her... to keep herself from grinding her pussy down against him to amplify every part of his movements. she has to lift her hips before he hits perfectly at her clit so she won't beg for him right there. 
"that's what for." he answers, passing the joint to her. tengen takes pleasure in watching her lips wrap around it--  even more at knowing that his were just on that same spot. that's right, princess... taste me on it til you're high as a damn kite. "you're annoying with all the stupid questions you ask." his hands diligently slip their way up the curves of her parted thighs, until his fingertips breeze past the hem of his hoodie and he can squeeze the fat at their softest point. "but you fit so damned nicely here on me." 
"fuck you."
he breathes out a chuckle, "at least we're on the same page, then."
"oh, so that's what you're trying to get down to?"
"what else?" he asks, "and why not, i feel good. you're sexy and you're making me hard," his ruby gaze lowers to the moist little jewel awaiting him underneath his borrowed clothing, and suddenly the need to lick his lips is unavoidable. "why not let me blow your mind while you're here... and blow your back out while i'm at it."
"you just swear you've got it like that, it's so funny to me," asia drones before hitting a long drag, making the end of the spliff lazily glow a bright orange. uzui smirks up to her, watching her exhale the smoke from those sweet glossy lips.
"you're sitting pretty on the best dick you'll ever get in this life, princess. that's a flamboyant guarantee."
whether to his intended end or no, asia's back arches and she pushes away from him. it props her up more on the muscled plane between his hips, offers an even more appetizing view of him beneath her... namely of the silvery formation of his happy trail that's now exposed. his teasing her had found his shirt now inched up somewhat on his stomach. the tan hue of his skin peeping from under his expensive pink tee, dusted with glossy wisps of his chrome white hair and disappearing with his v-line into grey sweatpants all look good enough to lick like candy. her face says it blatantly, with her head now delightfully swimming. and she pulls even more smoke into her lungs. she's already gotten a delightful high, enough to tickle her brain and make every shift and slip of his against her skin that much more pleasurable. her mind feels like it's floating... but she wants more. asia is chasing after nirvana with how she smokes, fading her into a hazed cloud of euphoria. in her quest for it, she fails to pick up on tengen's sudden triumph, glaring in arrant display on his face. he has wanted her in silence for years that had stretched into eons, now. asia's playful banter and unforced ease with him was a favorite of his, and for the thrill of their chemistry alone, he allowed her to hide behind it for this long. but he was no fool when it came to this woman. uzui felt the wall that her roasting and teasing was, constructed to hide her equal and opposite desire for him--romantic or sexual. 
smoke cascades from her mouth, and when he feels her palm brace at his chest, sees the way she edges the tip of her tongue along the ridge of her teeth, he decides to obliterate that goddamned wall to dust.
"you gonna give me an answer today, sweetheart? you can only keep up the act so long before it gets boring," he notes with a pinch to her leg, "not to mention, you're a shit actress."
she feels her brow arching above his awaiting stare. both his high and his lust have tengen's pupils blown. the bejeweled fuschia of his eyes now were stretched to a scant rim cloaking a field of black. their stare flickers slightly behind her, where he'd had a giant, gold trimmed mirror mounted in his living room for just such an occasion as this.
"that shit's hitting you, isn't it... you can't even tell you've been biting your lip at me this whole time, can you."
shit. she hadn't had a clue. and seeing her release it, plump and shining, it gunned his cockiness to full throttle. 
"mhmmm. and you're blinking exceptionally slow, your eyes are starting to roll back cause you feel so shitting good..." it worked to tengen's advantage. every time she gave those feline blinks, his eyes were back on their reflections. her waist tapered so gorgeously. it could even be seen through his grossly oversized hoodie on her. she looks so perfect in it... on him, her pillowy thighs framing his gapped legs, the swell of her hips poured over his, the curve of her ass perched so pretty above his crotch, "guess what, though. i can make it feel so much better, pretty girl. shit, the way i can take care of you... you'll be on another planet. i'll make you feel so fucking amazing," he put his attractive, ring covered hands to work, pulling up the hem of silk until it was pooled just at the dip of her sides. "fuck..." he whispers, long and drawn, primal when he finally sees the black of her panties... and that perfect, soft dish of plush and round she's got sitting on him from their reflections. he wagers at least five courses set out on his lap for him. uzui would tear his way through them all, and not stop until well after dessert. hell, that's what he planned to start with.
"you sure the hell want to, don't you," asia drawls, clearly fucking with him, but making him touch her more, "it's finally a side of you i like-- look at god! how bout you just tell me how bad you want this, baby boy..?" she smiles, rolling her tongue between her lips. his dick is straining so hard that it's aching-- something he'd expect more if he were in denim-- anything more restraining, really. but it speaks to how painfully erect she'd gotten him. and he has uncharacteristically muted his want of her so long that, honestly, he doesn't see her proposition as such a terrible one.
"that's a pretty subpar idea--not bad for you," he answers, and then corrects. "the more flamboyant plan of action would be to show you, lady drab."
"you motherf--"a benign punch to his chest punctuates, making him laugh. "are you serious!? really, you dipshit? la--"
"lady drab," he says with her, and interrupts with a shit eating grin, "countess of dull fuckery in the land of blow-your-brains-out-boredom." 
he's already reached behind her, tracing down the line of her underwear at either ripe cheek of her bottom, hooking his fingers underneath them so he could draw the material of her panties back and up... back and up... in a slow, deliberate motion that gives her the most teasingly light stimulation... (that shuts her up, to his tickling)  until he's got the front of them pulled down enough that the slit of her little jewel comes into view before him. asia sees his how his brows lift, signaling his surprise. "i knew i had a minxy little firecracker. miss drab gets herself waxed..?"
"shut the hell up, tengen."
he laughs. it's a deep, sensual rumble, and paired with a more seductive smirk on his. the combination makes her clench around nothing, making her loins ache and burn. "you got it, princess."
he shifts the two of them lower-- only a temporary measure to lower his sweats without disturbing their position so much. it also gives him the excuse to press his fingertips into the ripe fat of her behind as he slid them back onto the sofa cushion, "gods, i've been dreaming about what your moans sound like."
she doesn't get to ask. he's already positioned himself and plunged his cock into the snug barrier of her panties, opening those glistening petals for his sizeable length to drive between, coating it in her slick. the sensation was lethal. how warm it is, the stiffness of his manhood are already too much for asia. but the second she feels a vein brush past her clit, she is electrified in a total white out of her mind. her legs tense up, toes sprawled in stunned pleasure, by the time tengen grips her to keep her from falling over, she's already shivering, fighting not to go completely dumb between squirms.
"ten, shittt!" she cries out, stretching the word into desperate sobs. it makes no sense for it to feel this amazing. uzui seems to revel in it. but he can't mask his own pleasure, as his jaw is falling slack at the same time his throat bubbles out this sensual grunt. in the next second, though, his teeth are clamped as he takes in an elongated, sharp inhale from how divine her hot flesh is, how it's drooling all over his hard cock. he eases in little by little, rocking back out with each inch he slips in, pressed between her juicy pussy. the desire to wet every surface of his cock drives him more than his conscious mind has the chance, and she provides abundant lubrication for every bit of him that he provides.
"babydoll... oh, sweetheart, asia, fuck!" his voice fails, from a melodic praise to a hot husk, it fans over her neck, "your pussy, baby, your fucking--little pussy... you're soaking me, shit..! i told you didn't i--"
with that same ardor, he pulls her down by the collar of his hoodie, biting his lip to emote to her not only how sensitive she was making him, but just how badly he wanted to possess her, down to the very cells of her blood. "i told you how good you were gonna fucking feel. all for me, pretty girl." his dick slips in until he has no room left to move. both of them short circuit, gasping and twitching from the sparks ignited over their most sinful nerve endings. tengen leans up to sink his teeth into the sweetest and softest lip he has ever tasted, and watches asia's punch drunk look as he teasingly draws it out in a nip. he decides he could fuck her like this until she was numb; his cocktip is pillowed at the cleft of her ass--luxurious and soft enough to have him leaking precum that stained her underwear. it made her even slicker for him, combining both their arousal so lewdly. "you've got my dick so fucking wet, princess," he breathes into her skin. asia's eyes haven't come unclenched yet from whenever she'd shut them... she's deaf to how her voice bleeds through the restraint to keep herself quiet. it makes his length kick against her, burrowing deeper into that warm hug of her rear. "i wanna make you cum until you cry for me to stop with that smart aleck mouth of yours babydoll," sadistically he confides, drawing back to give a thrust that makes her squeak and cover her mouth, "just like this to start, huh? you want it..? how many times do you think we can go before you pass out..."
his head slams back against the couch, shoved there by the hair asia's fisted at either side of his skull. it paints the most profane grin onto his face. and he looks dead in her eyes with it, sordidly envisioning what indecent, what tearful, abused expressions he would melt that smug little face into.
"your good-lookin' ass talk too damn much."
she's popped on the ass with that remark, and the spliff is plucked from her teeth in a flash, just as she squeals from his touch. tengen has their noses touching just as quickly, the slap guilty palm now squeezing her face in a tender hold. pursing his lips on the joint, he locks gazes with her, sultry and dominant while he drags. a delicate pinch of his fingers pops her lips into an 'o', and he respires gently into her open mouth. asia catches on quicker than he expects, inhaling his smoke and breath without a moment's waste. his cock stirs when she licks at her top lip, as though it is the most delicious of tastes.
"your sexy ass fucking loves it," he mumbles, taking another deep draw into his lungs that makes her clit swell for him. and in his style, he squeezes her ass with the same, massive grip.
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densecloud ¡ 10 months ago
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sentence starters requests — closed!
@freedomaboveallelse​ asked: Leslie b!!! <3 I want to know more about Giyu <3 “You’re overthinking– I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.” for him? Please and thank you!!
a/n: ahhhh saoirse!!! thank you for requesting some giyuu content — i haven’t written for him in a while so hopefully it’s all good <33 (reposting bc of tagging issues)
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“You’re overthinking — I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.” 
A man of few words, these are one of the instances where he’d put his point across straightforwardly, something that you’ve grown used to over the years. Being deemed as dismissive or insensitive even, it’s because communication is a struggle of his that hasn’t been well received by acquaintances — but you know he’s far from that. Actions of his speak louder than words, constantly and quietly pouring affection from the depths of his heart. Eyelashes fluttering slowly, his warmth encircles your waist just to bring you closer. Gradients of azure are reassuring, calm and collected like the pools of blue in the skies. 
Giyuu has always proved himself of his love, so why is it any different this time? Resonating through you, his voice brings you to reality after dwelling over such trivial worries. Reminding you that he’s never going to leave your side, until death do the both of you apart.
Kissing your temples, he makes his way to wet eyelids. 
Then, tear-laced cheeks. 
Finally, your lips that crave for his; the touch ever so compelling to the man. A pleasure that he will only keep to himself, and a gesture that gives him purpose. Nothing compares to this action, reflective of his ever-lasting desires and passion for you. Assertive tendencies are another way to convey how he belongs to only you, eventually leaving you breathless as the seconds pass.
This time, he’ll be sure to let you know of it.
“You’re the only one for me, and this fact will never change,” he leaves a chaste kiss, “I love you with all my heart.”
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strawberrychz ¡ a month ago
Hello! I had kind of an angsty request for muzan. what if back in the heian period he had a wife, which he sincerely loved. Though she was killed, so that served as major motivation other than regular narcissism n stuff. Dude misses his wife, and when hes killed in the manga he sees her again (the reader).
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✰ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝗆𝗎𝗓𝖺𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
✰ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗠𝗔𝗝𝗢𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗔 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗥𝗦!! 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁!! 𝗆𝗎𝗓𝖺𝗇 (𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒)
✰ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾-𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗎𝗓𝖺𝗇? 𝗂 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍𝗒. 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗍 2 𝖺𝗆 !
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"𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈! 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈, 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈!" 𝗆𝗎𝗓𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. "𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽!"
𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽.
𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗉𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾.
"𝗆𝗎𝗓𝖺𝗇," 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋, "𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒. 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁."
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈. 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖽𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆.
𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇.
𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴. 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳.
𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴. 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴.
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵, 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦. 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨.
"𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥," 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.
𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭. 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵.
"𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺," 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, "𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.. 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦."
𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺. 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘬𝘯𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺; "𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩."
𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋? 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇.
𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗆𝗎𝗓𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾, "𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾."
𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗐𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, "𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾!"
𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁. 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, "𝗂 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎." 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾.
𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖽𝗈. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, "𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽." 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈.
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caniscreamintoanabyss ¡ 24 days ago
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Moderate violence.
𝐀/𝐍: Not-so-big worda re intentional because I don’t think Inosuke would use them. Giyu uses he/they. Shinobu uses they/them.
 My mind is fuzzy. My feet are dangling from the floor, moving from side to side. My whole body hurts, and I want to sleep. I want to close my eyes. What happened? Oh, right! That bastard! Thinking he can run away from me! Me, Inosuke Hashibira, king of the mountains! I strain myself, kicking my feet and moving around in the rope, but I can’t get out.
“Shit…” I curse. I move in the ropes again, but they’re holding me back. Damn Slayer! I’ll show him a piece of my mind when I see him again!
“Hey! There’s someone over here! We should help him!” Someone calls to my left. Soon after, two people come into view.
“Is that a human?” One of them asks. They circle around me, poking at my mask.
“Hey, hey, hey! What do you think you’re doing?!”  I yell, swinging my feet at the person who poked my mask.
“Woah, so it is alive!”  The one that wasn’t kicked says.
“Hey, hey, hey! Let me down! I need to see Kentaro!!”  I yell again. My voice sounds weird and my throat hurts.
“Kentaro? Who is that?” One of them says.
“I don’t know. Let’s take him to Kocho-sama so she can deal with him.”  The second one answers.
“Hey, hey! Take me to Gonpako! I need to see him!”
“Hey, calm down already! We’re trying to help you!”
“The King of the Mountains doesn’t need help! Now untie me!”
“Okay, okay! We’ll untie you! Now stop struggling!”
 The first one moves behind me, hands trying away at the knots.
“What the…” They angrily say. “These ropes are too tight!”  The grunt, and pull at the knots. “Come on, just get loose already!” They let go, and my body sways.
“Hey! I told you to untie these, not fall!” I yell.
“Well I’m sorry, these ropes are… too…”
 Someone appears right in front of me, and the two mask-wearing people bow.
“T-Tomioka-san!” Both of them say.
“Tomioka-san, we were just trying to help this boar get untied! Is there anything we can help you with?” The one in front of me asks. The man who just appeared wordlessly comes right behind me and unties my ropes. I fall flat onto the floor.
“Go down the mountain. You’ll see Tanjiro there.”
 Hey, I recognize that voice! It’s the guy who tied me up! “You!” I yell, pointing my finger at them. “You’re the one who tied me up! Fight me! Fight me right now!”
“I have no time to fight you.” The slayer says. “You need to go down the mountain now.” They sound annoyed.
“I’m not going to do that until you fight me-!”
 The guy harshly pushes my face to the ground. Pain explodes from my nose to the rest of my face. I lift my head from the ground, holding my now broken nose. “What the hell was that for-!” I start to yell, but I get interrupted.
“Ara ara, Tomioka-san. I didn’t know you had more accomplices.”
 A new person blurrily comes into view, sword hitting with… Tokino’s? Is it Tokino? Tangerine pushes the butterfly back and grabs me by the waist, traveling down the mountain.
“Hey, what the hell is going on?!” I yell-ask. “If you think you can just carry me, Hashibira-“
 Half-and-half drops me and draws their sword, blocking the butterfly’s thrust. The latter jumps back and raises their sword in front of their head.
“Kocho, if you keep doing this, I won’t hesitate to use force.” Half-and-half orders. Kurta, the butterfly person, doesn’t say anything, only leaping forward and thrusting their sword six times.
 Sixfold Thrust.
  Tomino dodges every thrust and twists their own body, cutting everything in their path.
 Sixth Form: Whirlpool.
 Kanto jumps out of the way- are they floating?- and lightly lands on their feet. Then, they jump into the air and swing their sword down onto Tomioka.
 Butterfly Dance: Caprice.
 Tsunami counters with a form of their own, stepping behind Coco and swings at their neck.
 First Form: Water Surface Slash.
 Konto crouches and turns around, thrusting upwards to Tomi’s chin. They step backwards, only to be tripped. Kanao thrusts forwards to Kou’s head, but the latter brings out his sword for a block, then pushes Choji back. Omi launches himself forward, and aims for a swing at Kocho’s neck.
 First Form: Water Surface Slash.
 A crow cries from above. Ocho stops in their tracks. Taking the opportunity, Oka grabs me and runs off. Surprisingly, the butterfly person isn’t chasing us. A long while passes, and we finally reach the foot of the mountain. There’s someone sitting there, holding another person- no, a demon.
“Inosuke!” It’s Aki. He attempts to stand up, but he can’t.
“Katana!” I yell. Miku releases me, and I run to where my friend is. “Are you alright?! You look messed up!” Kyouka gives me a thumbs up. “I have a few wounds, but they’ll heal in time.” He answers. I feel Tomioka’s presence behind me. “We have to get going now. I don’t know when Kocho will come back. Tanjiro, I’ll carry you and your sister. Inosuke, you can walk on your own, right?”
“Wait just a moment here!” I yell, turning to Todoroki. “Just what exactly is happening?! Explain it to me!”
“Well, Inosuke…” Tootsie roll starts. “We’re running away from the corps because I’m carrying a demon with me.”
“We’ve betrayed the corps. If we’re caught, we’ll die.” Tokaka finishes.
 A demon sister?
 We’re going to die if we get caught?
“Wh- I don’t understand what you mean by that! Explain it more clearly! I already knew Kentaro was carrying a demon with him, but- I…”
 I fall to the ground, falling asleep.
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shxyo-sho ¡ 8 months ago
Trio dating a fellow demon slayer
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pairings: tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu x gn!reader
warnings: cursing
genre: fluff
a/n: Hey babe! This was an old wip that I decided to rewrite and finish since my brain ran out of ideas to write about. Reblogs are greatly appreciated and I hope you enjoy<33
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tanjiro kamado
I think he wouldn’t be happy with the fact that you’re a demon slayer
He's seen first-hand how dangerous demons can be
He just doesn’t want you to get hurt
Your crows have become best friends at this point
(they're both loud and annoying)
He insists on going to every single one of your missions
The action may come off as clingy but he just wants to protect you
Always ask to train with you
Sometimes you must remind him that you don’t need to be protected all the time
You're just as strong as any other slayer
Nezuko loves you too!
She likes to lay her head in your lap so you can play with her hair
She is also very protective of you when on missions
It must run in the kamado blood
He also doesn’t mind pda
Just loves to have your company
Kiss the mark on his forehead and he fall in love again
Hug him from behind it makes him feel good
Honestly just hug him all the time he adores it
Just give this kid some much deserved love and affection
inosuke hashibira
He loves that you’re a demon slayer
Now he has someone to battle, that will put up a fight!
His crow absolutely adores you
It’s canon that inosukes crow fears him after he tried eating it
So, it finds a great deal of comfort in you
He is also overly protective of you but for varied reasons
Inosuke knows that your strong, he does!
But he also knows what your weak spots are and when you're getting tired out
Doesn’t initiate any type of affection
You have to do it for him
Likes to carry you
It makes him feel strong??
Like he’s seen you fight, your badass
So, when he picks you up and your suddenly like putty in his hands, he feels like a god
Goes on all your missions, whether you like it or not
Makes it a challenge of who will kill the demon first
Massage his head and play with his hair
He’ll get uncharacteristically calm and will just close his eyes
Tell him he’s pretty, stroke his ego, he loves it
Make him feel like a damn king
Just give this touch starved, boar man some love pls
zenitsu agatsuma
He’s conflicted when it comes to you being a demon slayer
I mean, you can protect him from those wretched demons but he also wants to protect you
Loves watching you fight demons
It gives him that little courage he needs to fight alongside you
Comes on all your missions as well but only because he doesn’t want to go alone
If his s/o (read: bodyguard) isn’t there to protect him then what’s he going to do
His sparrow really likes you since you’re a nice break from the loud, dramatic man that is Zenitsu
He doesn’t train unless you force him to but even then, he doesn’t try too hard
He gets insecure when he sees how strong you are so, please just reassure him that he’s amazing and perfect
Loves pda, like please get affectionate in public
Might get really blushy and nervous but it’s all worth it
He kisses you all the time, like all the damn time
Your kisses put him on cloud nine
When ya'll sleep he will cuddle you all night long
I mean leg thrown over your waist, arm hugging you closer to himself, face in the crook of your neck
He just loves being close to you
Always brags about how amazing and hot and strong his s/o is
Give this boy the care he so desperately needs
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hanniejji ¡ 11 months ago
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| [ iguro obanai x tsuguko!s/o ]
| anon: obanai hcs where tsugoku!reader thinks he likes mitsuri but he actually loves her ^^ !!
| note: ack this has been sitting in my drafts since august lmao | m.list
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poor y/n :((
u spend half of your day watching iguro simp over mitsuri and that shit hurt
but they've known each other for a long time—longer than you—so you can't complain :((
bet ur ass that rengoku knows this and cheers u up every time
"so, how's it going with iguro?"
"i don't even want to think about it, senpai"
and you're not even lying :((
you respect mitsuri a lot, so you tend to set your feelings aside because you didn't want to have a problem with her when there's literally no reason to
so you endure the pain :')
and without knowing that iguro hates the fact that you seem to exchange whispers with rengoku every time you bump into each other
i spy a jealous snake 👀
whenever he has u on his side—just tsugoku thingz—his snake does the hissing when anyone tries to come near you
cue mixed signals because iguro is stupid
dO yOu LiKe mE oR nOtÂż?
he makes it a thing to ask you whatever the hell it is that you and rengoku talked about
"oh! um just about how's life has been!"
why are you even trying to lie? he can see right pass you with those snek eyes of his
is that so? then perhaps he'll have to ask you those type of questions himself 😤
he loves the look on your face when he, uncharacteristically, asked you how was your day
sToP mAkInG mE fEeL tHiNgS yOu sLy sNaKe >:(
and it hurts you a lot because every time he makes you feel things you'd see him beside a very bubbly mitsuri and then you'd go back to being sad and sulk at the corner :((
so one time mitsuri sees you with clouds above your head, she poked iguro and whispered her concerns to him
"hey, are they alright? they look sad…"
mitsuri has never seen iguro's eyes harden like they did when he heard that you're sad :'))
he goes up to you and pulls at your wrist
insert surprised pikachu meme
he takes you somewhere quiet, where there's only the two of you and shamelessly questions you why you have a gloomy look on your face
hates it when your sad and upset, so he demands you tell him the truth this time
insert another surprised pikachu meme
"you've known all along?"
"who do you think i am?"
lying to get away from the situation is not an option anymore when he's serious like this when is he not serious?
so u end up saying the truth :')
"you think mitsuri and i are together?"
"t-the both of you are very close! and you seem to be happy around her so…"
he doesn't know whether to hug you incredibly tight or kill you with a hug and say that's stupid
so he ends up just pulling you closer until your nose touches he can't hug you he's not ready for that yet ack
"and you're not going to ask me if that's true or not?"
"d-do i have to?"
"well if you had you would have gotten a very different answer"
well there goes your heart, mended and ascending
you bet that by the end of the day iguro's not going to let you out of his sight just to make up for the time you spent talking to rengoku rather than with him >:(
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dawn-writes7 ¡ 8 months ago
Hi Dawn💕
Could I please request a one shot for Sanemi coming home from a long mission to find his s/o super sick & you decide what happens from there
Thank you & I love you!💖💖💖
I love YOU Bren!
Damn inspiration hit me hard so enjoy😘
Sanemi didn't necessarily mind going away for a long time for missions but he hated leaving you home all alone. So when he finally finished his month-long mission he couldn't be happier to go back home. 
He yawned as he stretched, the house was dark which was unusual for him. He opened the door and took his shoes off. "'M home!" He called out though he didn't get a response. "What the hell?" 
When he heard crashing from deeper in the house he ran immediately to it, only to find you in the kitchen holding a now empty tea box, tea bags all over the floor. You had a blanket thrown over yourself hunched over. "Hi Nemi." It honestly sounded sad and pathetic. 
He knew you were sick and it only confirmed his suspicion when you turned around to face him. Nose running, eye boogers crusted into the corner of your eyes, eyes puffy with a red tipped nose. "You look like shit." 
"Haha very funny, you've been home for a total of 1 minute. Stop picking on me." You bent down to try and pick up the tea bags. 
"Fine I won't pick on you." He grabbed around your waist and threw you over his shoulder. "Still gonna tease you." He stopped through the house to the big bathroom, he set you down on the floor and took the blanket off. "Strip and get ready for a bath." 
You didn't follow his orders, as usual. You tried to draw the bath yourself, he let out a deep sigh smacking your hands lightly. "Stop that." Getting the bath ready for you he took the blanket off your head. 
You tried to undo the kimono you were wearing but he smacked your hands again. "I said, stop it." 
"No, you told me to strip and get ready for a bath." You pouted as he undressed you. 
"Don't get bratty with me just cause you're sick." He glared at you as he folded up your clothes. "Get in." 
You finally did listen to him and sat in the tub, your body started to relax the second the hot water touched your skin. Your eyes closed and laid back. 
A smile crept across Sanemi's face as he turned around, he walked back to the kitchen and cleaned up the tea bags. He quickly put a kettle over the fire you somehow had started and began to boil some water. 
As that started he went to your shared bedroom and grabbed you a new clean kimono, he placed it on a chair in the kitchen as the kettle screamed. He quickly made your favorite tea and put it on a tea saucer. 
"Nemi, what are you doing?" You called out to him.  
"Shut up and enjoy your bath!" He sighed as he looked over the ingredients you two had. He could make you some soup, he wasn't the greatest cook but it would work. 
He walked back to the bathroom and placed your clothes down, he shook his head seeing you sinking lower and glaring at him from the water. "Get it out of your system now. I won't tolerate it after this." With that he turned around and went to make you dinner. 
He quickly took off his jacket and the top part of his Slayer outfit, slipping on an apron he went to work. 
He was so immersed in his cooking that he didn't hear your little pitter patter of your feet on the floor, he only noticed you when he felt your cute little arms wrap around his waist, your warm warm skin against his. "Feel better?" 
You only hummed as you leaned into him. 
"This will probably taste like shit but this should help." He shook you off and grabbed you a bowl, he poured your soup and walked you to the table. "Alright eat." 
He sat across from you watching closely, his eyebrow shot up when your eyes widened while you sipped your soup. 
"Sanemi Shinazugawa! How are you this good of a cook?!" You placed your bowl on the table looking at him bewildered. 
"Huh?! You think that garbage is good?" He was shocked to say the least. "Your tastebuds must be broken!" 
You rolled your eyes. "How did you survive this long eating so called 'garbage'?" 
He narrowed his eyes. "I had 6 siblings you know, I learned how to cook pretty fast." 
"Your mom would be proud." You smiled at him and went back to eating. He was in such a stopur that he couldn't respond to your comment. 
He watched you with the softest eyes he could possibly have as you went back for seconds, you already started to look better. 
He watched with amusement as you danced where you sat before downing more soup. He tried to choke back a chuckle when you finished and let out a burp. "Alright I think you've had your fill. Let's get you to bed, it's time to get you to bed." 
You stood up and tried to walk but he was faster than you, he swooped you up into his arms and carried you bridal style. Once he reached your room and laid you down in bed. "Just rest okay?" 
Your small hand grabbed his larger calloused, scarred hand. "Stay with me please?" 
"Gotta do the dishes, just relax." He squeezed your hand and went back to the kitchen. 
After doing the dishes and drying everything he peeked in to see if you were asleep, and you were to his joy. He bathed quickly and walked back to the room and slid in next to you. "Mom, you better be watching. I won't find another one like Y/n." 
With his arms wrapped tight around you, he drifted to sleep.
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the-lady-writes-what ¡ 3 months ago
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October 19: Tengen Uzui & Wives--The Vampire King and his Wives
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thatringboy ¡ 5 months ago
For the people in the KNY fandom who write the demon slayers fighting and doing cool demon slayer stuff, do you guys get up and act out what they do while fighting or is that just me?
Like I have to choreograph Gyomei’s crazy Stone Breathing techniques ahead of time and then write his actions down, otherwise I get a weird feeling about the scene. I can’t be the only person who nerds out on seeing how the different techniques would play out in my writing and in real life, right?
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bbygenya ¡ 11 months ago
aftermath 🔥
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fandom: demon slayer: kimetsu no yaiba
pairing: kyoujurou x reader
ratings: g for g(ood lord what have I written)eneral audiences
warnings: feelings :) 
word count: 1604
summary: just some overindulgent fluff with kyoujurou after muzan got his ass beat :)
a/n: i’m a rengoku simp (are you really surprised?) honestly I love this man with my whole chest
plus he still be alive in my heart so he’s alive after the big boss battle 😤
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Your eyes trace his form as he swings the wooden sword almost expertly. Training even on an off day—nothing unusual from the Flame Pillar himself. You hope to one day be as strong as him, even though you can barely keep up with him now as it is. It’s entirely too peaceful nowadays, yet there’s still a few threats to be eliminated. The big fight had left the Pillars battered and bruised, missing a few pieces of themself in the process. You’re thankful though; thankful that Kyoujurou prevailed with minor injuries—other than losing his eye and being left with a weaker respiratory system from the wound Akaza had blessed him with.
He was still strong, still training as if the demon lord was about to walk up the walkway of the Rengoku estate. 
Yet, you can’t will yourself to convince him to stop. Training had been ingrained in him for so long, that it would probably take a while before he’s ready to lay down his sword. You think it shouldn’t be much longer; the modern era is quickly catching up with the world around you, so you’re almost sure it won’t be much longer then. 
“Is big brother still practicing?” Senjurou comes over then, sitting beside you to watch the other man swing his sword. You lean back on your hands, nodding. 
“Mhm. Old habits die hard, so I can see why,” you explain with the ghost of a smile at your lips. Senjurou nods, understanding. It’s truly going to take a while before he relaxes into the new normal. Shifting, you adjust yourself. Wincing from the soreness of your limbs as you adjust your casted leg to where it’s a bit more comfortable. In the final battle, your leg had been mangled to the point where you were sure you’d lose it, yet Shinobu and the girls at the Butterfly Mansion were sure to patch you right up and get you in the process of healing. Noticing your mild discomfort, the boy makes a noise, turning to you. 
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” He questions, concerned. You smile, shaking your head at him. 
“It’s fine, Senjurou, really. Just adjusting to get a bit more comfortable,” you assure him. You try to mask the discomfort in your expression as best you can, wanting to shield the boy from having to deal with it, deal with you, but like his brother he’s stupidly perceptive in a way that makes you want to puff your cheeks out and huff childishly. Damn these Rengoku brothers. 
The look in his eyes tells you he doesn’t believe you, but he does nod. “Maybe you need a pillow for your leg then?” he suggests. You can’t deny him, he looks so determined!, so you sigh and smile at him. 
“Sure. Mind fetching one for me?”
The boy’s eyes brighten as he bobs his head in a nod, shifting to stand.
“Okay! Be right back!” he hurries off to fetch said pillow, and for a moment you watch him. Wondering what it’s like to be normal. You’ve been training to be a demon slayer since you were a preteen and now you wonder what life would’ve been like had you not been one? Not that Senjurou had it easier, but he hasn’t seen the same things you’ve seen. He hasn’t had to watch comrades get mauled and devoured by demons. He’s lucky he won’t ever have to, either. 
“You know, it’s not good to lie to children,”
Kyoujurou’s voice startles you, causing you to jump a little (wasn’t he just practicing?) and the surprise you show makes him chuckle. Moving to sit beside you, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple gently. 
“That’s not very nice [y/n],” he chides playfully, reaching for the water pouch he’d brought with him at the beginning of this little training session. Usually, he practices in the dojo, but today he’d decided to entertain you in the front yard. How sweet of him. You roll your eyes playfully at him, unable to not smile in his presence, then you allow your head to rest gently on his shoulder. His arm was still healing from the Akaza fight as well, and he’d regretfully had to sit the main boss battle out. He hadn’t been too happy about it, but he knew he would’ve been more of a crutch than a help. Though it had taken place months after the Infinity Train incident, the extent of his injuries kept him out for quite a while. And honestly, you wonder if that’s what drives him to train even though there’s no need to anymore.
Honestly, from what you’ve heard, he’s not the only pillar who still trains daily.
“I’m sorry, I’ll apologize,” you hum, though you know it won’t do much good. Senjurou knew you were lying and simply played along. For a moment you sigh, basking in the warmth of the moment. Your mind isn’t on demons, or fighting. Moreso on your boyfriend, and finally being able to settle down and start a family with him. It’s nice to pretend as if you two were normal from the get go, but your wounds say otherwise. As do the nightmares that plague you both. It’s going to take a while for your mentalities to settle enough to try to figure out what “normal” is, but you’re sure it won’t be too hard.
“I’m back!” Senjurou joins you two, pillow in hand as he moves to set it gently underneath your wrapped leg. Patting it for good measure but sits on the other side of you, hands in his lap as he watches both you and Kyoujurou and smiles happily. He’s thankful that his brother is alive, and is thankful that you’re here with them as well and it shows.
“Thank you Senjurou, that feels a lot better,” it really does; the softness of the pillow is very welcomed. Beside you, Kyoujurou shifts a little to get comfortable, glancing over at his brother for a moment and seems to get an idea. 
“Senjurou! Could you go grab those snacks Kanroji-san sent us?” he questions. “I would go, but I’m a bit worn out from training,” he admits sheepishly, cheeks a little pink. It frustrates him to know that his stamina isn’t the same; at the cost of his life he’d ben injured in such a way that had really impacted him in such a way that in the first few months it was hard. It was so hard, but he’s slowly adjusting to the changes. You’re quite the help with that, and his motivation to keep going at it. Though he’d just gotten back from fetching the pillow, at the mention of snacks, he perks. 
“Okay! I’ll be right back!” he shoots up and jogs off, causing both you and Kyoujurou to laugh gently. How cute—he’s just like Kyoujurou sometimes, you think to yourself.
An arm wraps around your waist and you lean into it, allowing yourself to be gently pulled closer. Kyoujurou tips his head to brush his nose against the crown of your head, sighing as he buries himself into the sweet scent of your [scent] hair, finding comfort in it. He too is surprised he’s still alive, but thanks the gods everyday they allowed him to continue living with you, happily. You don’t mind this and in fact you turn a little, carefully of your leg, to snuggle into his side, which doesn’t help how he nearly pulls you into his lap, simply wanting to hold you and have you close to him. 
“I know I haven’t really talked about it, but when I fought that demon on the train, I was so scared,” he says, voice soft for once. He very rarely speaks softly—he’s such a loud man sometimes you find yourself wanting to smack your hand over his pretty mouth—so when he does lower his voice like this, you’re inclined to listen. “I was scared I’d never see you again, never see my father or Senjurou either. I really thought,” he sighs softly, tightening his hold on you. “I really thought when I saw my mother that it was over. I wanted to go with her but. . .at the same time, I wanted to stay here with you all as well. It was really hard, debating over where I should go, but she’s the one who told me that my time here wasn’t finished,” you know this yourself. When they’d gotten to Kyoujurou, he’d bled out so much that he needed multiple blood transfusions. He was in a coma for weeks, and you’re sure at one point he did die. And hearing this confirms it. Your eyes water thinking of how lonely you would’ve been had he not here, of how quiet the Rengoku estate would be had his loud laughter ceased to fill the halls. It would’ve been so hard to move on without him, so you’re very thankful his mother helped him come back to you. He must sense you’re on the verge of tears, because he pulls back to look down at you, tilting your chin up so that you’re both looking each other in the eye. 
“Ah, darling please don’t cry,” he sounds almost pained to know that you’re upset—or that you seem upset. The tears fall, but he’s quick to wipe them away. You sniffle, feeling pitiful for a moment. 
“Sorry. I’m just really happy you came back,” you say, voice cracking. He finds himself smiling despite the fact that you’re crying, and ducks down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. 
“Me too.”
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dumbdemonslayertexts ¡ 6 months ago
Stupid Lies and a Kiss: Preview
Pairing: Tengen Uzui x black!fem oc or reader
Warnings: recreational drug use, dry humping
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it was kind of out of nowhere when he suddenly commands her to ''come here.''
she sees his cheeks hollow, noting the allure of his profile, especially with him so close. the man's cockiness grated on her nerves, but tengen was undoubtedly sexy... hell, he was irritatingly sexy. his knowing it was just icing on the insufferable bastard cake that was his personality. still, it was a great portion of his charm, and it would be a lie to say she didn't enjoy his company. when the joint is free from his lips, asia is left to melt as she watches his mouth blow a neatly executed smoke ring. 
"what for..?"
she doesn't get an answer. instead, after he placed the smoke back into his mouth, she gets a massive arm around her back, and the other reaching to grip an impatient hold around her hip. she's yanked into his lap without a word. the next moment that registers, she sees how he's slipped down lower on the couch... and feels an unexpectedly formed semi-erection being thrust into her-- slow and hard, dragging against her clothed cunt in a deep curl underneath her. unsuspecting, she peeps out her surprise... and the noise she makes sounds far too much like a whimper for her liking. what the fuck are you doing? ...she means to ask him--to at least give translation of it through her glare if the words couldn't come out (and they absolutely would not). he's not moved at all. his eyes are boring into hers, hungry and aroused, making her want to squirm just as she feels the head of his dick poking through his sweatpants. he locks her firmly against his pelvis, so she has no choice but to sit on him and ride each wave of his hips. fuck, his hips have his cock so well aimed... in no time he's got her pussy open, even behind the wet barrier of her panties, so that she feels his hard bulb rubbing heavily up her slit and down again. and so that they both feel her beginning to soak a spot into his pants in the process. asia trembles, not knowing that he reads every bit of the struggle casting over her face to not give in to how fucking good he's stimulating her... to keep herself from grinding her pussy down against him to amplify every part of his movements. she has to lift her hips before he hits perfectly at her clit, so she won't beg for him right there. 
''that's what for.'' he answers, passing the joint to her. tengen takes pleasure in watching her lips wrap around it--  even more at knowing that his were just on that same spot. that's right, princess... taste me on it til you're high as a damn kite. ''you're annoying with all the stupid questions you ask.'' his hands slip their way up the curves of her parted thighs, until his fingertips breeze past the hem if his hoodie and he can squeeze at their softest point. ''but you fit so damned nicely here on me.'' 
"fuck you."
he breathed out a chuckle, ''at least we're on the same page.''
"oh, so that's what you're trying to get down to?"
''what else?'' he asked, ''and why not, i feel good. you're sexy and you're making me hard,'' his ruby gaze lowers to the moist little jewel awaiting him underneath his borrowed clothing, and suddenly the need to lick his lips is unavoidable. ''why not let me blow your mind while you're here... and blow your back out while i'm at it.''
"you just swear you've got it like that, it's so funny to me," asia drones before hitting a long drag, making the end of the spliff lazily glow a bright orange. uzui smirks, watching her exhale the smoke from those sweet glossy lips.
''you're sitting pretty on the best dick you'll ever get in this life, princess. that's a flamboyant guarantee.''
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