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six-eyed-samurai · 1 month
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THE OTHER MAN
Originally supposed to be Toman x reader finding out they had another crush before them, but it kinda spiraled out of control
Enjoy anyway-
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DID YOU KNOW...
-Mikey forgot about his jealousy after he passed out from dorayaki sugar rush
-Baji goes to bother Chifuyu after that to grill him about you
-Draken forgives you eventually, but Inupi's still wondering what he did to deserve the side eye the next day
-Kazutora was, in fact, at a balcony, which he promptly sent you a picture of
-Mitsuya took away dessert privileges from Luna and Mana that day but never told them why
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six-eyed-samurai · 27 days
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MODERN DAY LOVER BOY
April Fools Day Special with the JJK Men in Alternate universes!
Tattoo artist! Geto Suguru who casually tells you he'll give you a free temporary tattoo for "today's promotion for pretty girls", but when you get home and peel off the bandage he's written his number there
Tattoo artist! Geto Suguru who, once you've made it official, makes you both matching couple tattoos - not necessarily a heart and your initials, but rather the logo of the cafe you guys had your first date at stylized to become the both of you
Tattoo artist! Geto Suguru whose customers ask him who the woman in his latest art selections are and it's you (he's not afraid to flex about it)
Tattoo artist! Geto Suguru who rarely had off days because that parlour was his life, but you breathed a new meaning to it and now he closes the store with the money he carefully stored over the months for a quick vacation with you
Tattoo artist! Geto Suguru who just has to look at all the photos or selfies or whatever it was that had caught your eye you constantly bombard his phone with to get inspiration for his next art. He's been called a king at what he does but you were a goddess of art itself.
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Guitarist! Gojo Satoru who spots you in the crowd as he drums, a surprised look in your eyes and upon your once irritated face at how your best friend had dragged you here as he stuns you with his skills
Guitarist! Gojo Satoru who secretly hopes you would show up after the show for an autograph, who's over the moon when he discovers the person you're with has backstage passes, if only to meet his bandmate Geto
Guitarist! Gojo Satoru who adds in smaller writing his number to the poster you ask him to sign, and in fact gives you an autographed Polaroid of himself for free and with a sly smile while the rest of his fan girls groaned in jealousy
Guitarist! Gojo Satoru whose first date with you is to a karaoke and teaches you drums, showering you with whatever you want with his money - that premium gelato? Sure! VIP room? Why not! Nothing but the best for the true idol in his eyes.
Guitarist! Gojo Satoru who from then on always dedicates his songs to a "my pretty muse" that no one knows, except he always engages in eye contact with you
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Piercer! Yuta Okkutsu who smoothly, kindly comforts you when you start having doubts about your piercings, assuring you it would only hurt for a moment and he'd never dare to cause suffering to such an angel
Piercer! Yuta Okkutsu who claims it's a free gift but hands you a box of heart shaped earrings with his number scribbled inside and a nervous ask out to coffee sometime
Piercer! Yuta Okkutsu who's now the reason you somehow ended up with two more piercings at the top of your ears, him hopefully suggesting you could match with him
Piercer! Yuta Okkutsu who can't stop blabbering about his beautiful girl to his other customers, leaving them forgetting about the uncomfortable stings and wondering who such a beauty would be
Piercer! Yuta Okkutsu who gifts you the engagement present in the form of custom designed earrings with both your initials in it, be decked wth your favourite colored gem
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Graffiti artist! Inumaki Toge who, in his pining stage for you, started spaying a hell lot of red and hearts and Cupid's arrows into his artwork
Graffiti artist! Inumaki Toge who had no idea you were a fan of his work...and was extremely flustered to find out you discovered his not so secret crush on you when you saw the love song quotes spray painted under a painting of someone who looked suspiciously too similar to you
Graffiti artist! Inumaki Toge who helps you sneak out of your bedroom at night after throwing pebbles at your window and both of you run off on skateboards to colour the streets the same bright shades of your teenage love
Graffiti artist! Inumaki Toge who wasn't good at apologising after fights or misunderstandings, so he borrowed others' words to quote and paint somewhere he knew you'd see, with a bouquet of wildflowers left there if you did happen to actually see it in the flesh
Graffiti artist! Inumaki Toge whose biggest artwork was not the bridge he had covered with slogans last month but in fact, the gigantic canvas of you and him racing into the night with streaks of spray paint exploding behind you
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Ghost Hunter! Yuuji Itadori, the self acclaimed "Myth Buster", who went around to various most haunted places in his hometown to explore and prove that in fact, ghosts DO NOT EXIST, which he kept trying to convince you, his skeptical one-man camera crew, of, although your ongoing bet was that if he could you'd give him a kiss
Ghost Hunter! Yuuji Itadori who was often requested to do rituals or demon summons to provide evidence for his theories that "ghosts" were just people's imaginations being sparked up by even the most mundane of things by fear, but one of the reasons he really refused was because he didn't want anyone else butting on you and his time - besides, ain't no way was he using you as a sacrifice
Ghost Hunter! Yuuji Itadori who finally works up the courage to confess that he wanted to take this friendship to higher levels ironically on Halloween...even more ironically after he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the haunted house screaming.
Ghost Hunter! Yuuji Itadori who declared himself your lucky charm against the supernatural and promises that he'll protect you from whatever came from beyond the grave (he didn't believe it ghosts but sure did in protecting you) and used the excuse to stay over at your house at night
Ghost Hunter! Yuuji Itadori who tells you in the spookiest way possible to meet him at the latest haunted expedition, but when you get there it's all set up with fairy lights, a movie and a picnic to celebrate your one year anniversary as a couple
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six-eyed-samurai · 20 days
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SUKUNA, THE KING IF CURSES, WHO...
...Throws you roughly to the couch and when you complain he'll shrug and say "Be lucky I even let ya sit on the couch - coulda thrown ya to the floor, didn't I? Ungrateful brat."
...Won't admit it but loves it when you trace his tattoos at night - it helps him sleep, but you're not supposed to know that.
...If he can't stay by your side, orders Uraume to follow you around and attend to your every need (if you complain he'll threaten to chain you to her).
...Announces that no price shall interfere with your shopping on your birthday, anniversaries or any event and basically kills anybody who dares to not give you a discount for everything
...Surprises you with how romantic he can get when he takes you to the best tourism spots in Japan and becomes your personal grumpy tour guide - yes, he scared away everyone so it wouldn't be crowded, but no, nobody died...hurt? Let's move on, we aren't going to talk about the shockingly huge number of people who entered hospitals that day
...Make you kiss him (French style) before a meeting with those puny, ridiculous mortals or to smite his arrogant enemies, claiming it's his good luck charm...okay, not that he needs luckz but he needs YOU, so that should count for something right?
...Won't stop teasing you about getting flustered when he walks around shirtless, suggestively joking you do the same; lazily, purposefully tugging at your clothes every time you pass by
...Shouted that he'd fight the street sign you bumped into, as well as that cupboard, table, chair, bench, wall, corner, wardrobe, servant...woah, his hit list sure is long.
...Secretly smiles and brushes his hand through your hair when he thinks you're asleep. Should you wake up and catch him at it, he'd huff and slam your head down onto the pillow or throw the blanket over you
...Enjoys torturing you about your height difference, refusing to bend down at all...but if you did, well, he'd casually reply that ass was DEMANDING to be slapped.
...Leers or scowls at the camera if you want a selfie, but actually has an entire gallery dedicated to pictures of you under lock and key. When did he get these photos? Definitely not from the curses he sent to watch over you
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six-eyed-samurai · 1 month
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HELLO!! so i was wondering if you could do a texting thingy (tokyo revengers) where the reader is like.. creative with their "would you still love me if.."s I was thinking- "Would you still love me if I set off multiple atomic bombs to unknown locations, knowing that the materials I used were stolen on a thursday afternoon on July 27th, 1910 used on a friday but created on a monday while I sit in silence drinking coffee while people on the street look at me from outside of a cafe window, talking to my friends about an annoying person in my life (which I will soon cannibalize) while the strangers walking/listening in look at me with pure horror and shock of what they have just witnessed?" HSAHSFDHDS ORRR "The voices are getting louder." JUST RANDOMLY "This tastes like what i felt when an 80ft tall woman who closely resembled the shape of shadows screeched to me in russian prayers while trying to claw at my window to get in" "The hat man is returning." “I’m a prisoner in my own mind.” IDK RANDOM STUFF LIEK TAHT I FEEL LIKE ITD BE FUNNY
RETURN OF THE HAT MAN
Well well well, is it possible to be speechless and entertained at the same time to the extent where I just stood there reading this for ten minutes?
I hope you enjoy, although I couldn't fit in the super long message (I read it out to my friends about three times)!
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six-eyed-samurai · 1 month
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AISHITE, AISHITE, AISHITE
He really didn't want to do this.
But it's not like you had left your lover, Inumaki Toge, any other choice.He tried to console himself, repeating like some religious mantra that he didn't have a choice, you hadn't left him a choice, there WAS no choice. Sure, it left the taste of bile in his mouth and a void in his chest, but sure, he had done it before, hadn't he?
Using his cursed speech to tell you to sleep, and though he'd rather you be awake, it was the only way he could hold you close and in his arms in the dark of the night and pretend you were his. And if you noticed something was gone in the morning, oh well, he had no choice but to tell you to forget it.
“Your hoodie went missing? I'll buy you a new one, DW!” His pen scribbled out, slower than his thoughts of how it was currently under his bed with a collection of other…items.
Using his cursed speech to destroy any Cursed Spirit that dared try harm a single hair upon your beautiful, beautiful head. Can't you see, he wanted to scream until his lungs burst, that he could take care of you himself, no need to out yourself in danger's way? Some days he wanted to knock you out cold or just curse speech you to leave the world of Jujutsu.
“Mustard leaf!” You shouldn't have gone on the mission, should've left it to me, he meant, but he never had the chance to say it.
Using his cursed speech to warn others to stay away from his innocent, unknowing, oblivious beloved. Oh, you, you, you, who didn't notice the absence of the terrified “friends” as they slowly drifted away like his plans of isolation went, didn't notice because he was always, always there to hang out and talk and console and play and reassure you with reinforcements that yes, yes, yes, they couldn't possibly be good friends to abandon you like that, not like him, no, no, no!
“I'll train with you!” He nodded his head furiously after Maki had turned you down for the millionth time, patting your shoulder. You never saw the glare he sent the Zen’in for even BREATHING in your direction.
Using his cursed speech to tell you to follow him on that fateful night when he couldn't take it anymore - he'd just had to have you, hold you, love you! Damn everyone and everything else! He prepared such a nice room for you in his basement, even tried to keep the chains to a minimum, but you gave him no choice but to say “stop moving” when you resisted.
“I don't want to do this, so don't make it worse than it already is.” He was just trying to keep you safe, whatever were you talking about?
Using his cursed speech to make you eat every time you refused to take his food; it made him terribly, horribly sad. Didn't he get your favourites right? Impossible, impossible, he's stalked - ah, watched over you - you for ages! He wished you gave him a choice to not use his technique when you rejected his affections and tried to stay away. Why did you do this, to yourself, to him?
“Why can't you just reciprocate, understand my point of view?” He begged and pleased through pen and paper, but always you turned away, disgusted. Oh, that expression on your face, it made him want to tear his hair out.
He had no choice, so down the collar came and the words rolled off his tongue.
“Love me.”
And love him you did, because you didn't have any other choice.
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six-eyed-samurai · 13 days
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XOXO, YOUR BIGGEST FAN
As per the results for my vote, here it is! But I never said it wasn't going to be angst~~~
Please leave a comment! It'll gimme motivation to score well in my exams swear UwU
I saw you and I just knew, one day you'd be my man. XOXO, your biggest fan.
Ryomen Sukuna was once known for his suave talent on the screen, for the thefts of more than hundreds of drama fans’ hearts everywhere, for his signature shark grin and trademark tattoos.
Ryomen Sukuna was once known for his lead role in the fantasy series Malevolent Shrine, directed by his half brother Kamo Choso, together with the uprising star Gojo Satoru.
Ryomen Sukuna was once known for the tragedy that ruined his life forever and kidnapped him within its dark, depressive grasp to never let him go and completely vanish from the public eye.
I'd kill for you, over and over, I will and could and can. XOXO, your biggest fan.
Ryomen Sukuna’s name was once known to cause crazed stampedes at any store, restaurant or mall he blessed with his presence, but now when he walked hunched and slumped into his stained sweatshirt barely anybody batted an eye at the man who was more dead than alive now.
Ryomen Sukuna's figure was formerly spotted immediately everywhere he went, especially with YOU, his dearest darling angel at his side, a magnet attracting eager, frenzied paparazzi and die hard fans. He couldn't have been more proud to show you in all your glory off to the crowd, to lay claim on you and just prove his undying love for you in front of everyone…once upon a time.
Ryomen Sukuna's expression of easy, lazy smirking from his acting days officially disappeared to be replaced by a face with an emptiness that rivaled the void and had completely forgotten any other emotion long before everyone saw the photo at his final interview on a subject he had no wish to talk about: you and your death.
I know she's hurting us, but don't worry, I've got a plan. XOXO, your biggest fan.
Ryomen Sukuna whose answer to the Jujutsu Tech Weekly’s question of what he regretted most was turning down directors Jogo and Hanami’s offer to collaborate in a movie together, but really? He regretted ever convincing you to stop hiding your secret marriage and step into the limelight with him.
Ryomen Sukuna who can boast about his natural acting talent, charisma and success with all the proof in the world to back it up, but he would never say he was one for observance, not after he missed all the signs of an obsessive, insane stalker tailing after him and his precious, pretty wife.
Ryomen Sukuna who wonders what would've happened if he had just BOTHERED to reply and open the thousands of fan letters he used to get - would he have seen the letters his so-called number one fan had sent him, seen the signs of a despairing delusional madness that drove her to start hunting them both down from the shadows? Would he have paid more attention to the way doors seemed to always be unlocked when the both of you headed home, the missing personal items, the defaced pictures online of his wife?
As they all like to say, into the fire from out of the pan. XOXO, your biggest fan.
Ryomen Sukuna's temper his frequent viewers, family and friends were more than familiar with that made itself known when he publicly threatened whoever was breaking and entering into your shared home with something more physical than lawsuits; but how was he to know she'd take it the wrong way and somehow convince herself that his wife was putting him up to it, to make his one and only out to be the villain of this imaginary love scenario between her and him, to declare herself his “saviour”?
Ryomen Sukuna's decision to move to a new, more private and secure manor by the coast was supposed to protect you from the strange unknown figure lurking outside the house and everywhere you went. Supposed to. Somehow they found out his new home address anyway, and the only one who knew it was Choso, who swore up and down he told nobody and nobody could have possibly known.
Ryomen Sukuna's management (namely, his irritated manager Kenjaku) who finally succumbed to his harsh insults and furious demands and investigated who's been following them around lately: the truth shocked everyone to the core (could it possibly EVEN be the truth?!) when Fushiguro Tsumiki was arrested.
She might bear your son but you and I will start a clan. XOXO, your biggest fan.
Ryomen Sukuna ignored all the warning signs, the final letter with the ominous words of “I'll be the one to teach you love” and the Fushiguro’s protests of her innocence in favour of announcing the big news to the press and celebrating the new beginning in his and yours romance story, this time with a new addition to the family.
Ryomen Sukuna rarely slept before, preferring to stay up late memorising lines and terrorising the crew, but now was just operating on caffeine and quick naps in his worry during your pregnancy. Did he cry when baby Yuuji was born? Yes, and in his delight - although he pretended otherwise - he never noticed that one guest at every one of his conventions with an agitated expression and a hysterical, hateful grudge against you.
Ryomen Sukuna thought the business with his crazy fan stopped when he had his loyal Uraume taking care of his family on the rare occasions you didn't insist on coming to watch him work and hired a secretary to go through and filter all his letters, or maybe he was just preoccupied with watching Yuuji grow up and showering you with all the love his rough, rugged self could give…because he certainly didn't notice the new “security cameras” being set up at his house.
What a fatal mistake.
We'll be alone eventually, a couple and no longer a ban. XOXO, your biggest fan.
Ryomen Sukuna who staggered back and nearly killed the messenger when he heard the news, who raged internally against whatever cruel god had decided to deal him this fate: you and Yuuji had somehow disappeared when driving back from the park and even though police searched high and low you both were nowhere to be found.
Ryomen Sukuna whose world shattered when the two most important people in the world to him were declared dead. Despite Choso’s frantic persuausion and attempted comforts he vowed to never return to the world of stardom, not after his celebrity status got you both killed. He disappeared into the sea of ordinary lives, all signs of vibrancy and life gone right down to his iconic pink hair; he dyed that black, black as his heart and as black as the sky the day his darling went away, the day the letter arrived.
Ryomen Sukuna who imagined the police might make your deaths more real and not so nightmarish when they found your body, but never this way - what sort of sick bitch would send him a parcel containing the severed fingers of you ans Yuuji with a heart signed “Always your girl, Yorozu.”
I'm yours, you're mine, your wife's gone, just say she ran. XOXO, your biggest fan.
Ryomen Sukuna who now wanders the world, alive but alone, so ready to once love what he had had. A fate crueler than him has revealed itself, for they never did catch whoever had done the deed. The last time anyone had ever seen Sukuna at all was at the trial where Tsumiki was released.
Ryomen Sukuna who's played his fair share in horror movie of twisted endings and gruesome grief, but nobody ever told him real life was inspiration for the dark content. Everybody's long forgotten him as he slid into the role of background cameos but he never forgot how even with his fame and money he could never save you and Yuuji, much less avenge you both.
Ryomen Sukuna's half assed attempts at suicide never seemed to work out and he's nothing more than an angry shell of his former glory now. He even tore down both your photos in a fit of rage once; the man in the mirror wasn't him, surely?
They hunted in my basement but never searched my van. XOXO, your biggest fan.
Ryomen Sukuna who is now known for his infamous brutal homicide of one Fujiwara Yorozu with his bare, bloody hands who approached him at a shady bar and whispered she had done away with the devil, won't he ascend to Heaven with her now?
“FXXK YOU, I'D RATHER FALL TO HELL WITH HER THAN BE DRAGGED TO ‘HEAVEN’ BY THE LIKES OF YOU!”
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six-eyed-samurai · 26 days
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GUESS WHO'S BACK. you should be scared. so~ since i loved ur last 1 so much, WHAT IF!!! you texted the TR boys again, yes im committing several acts of domestic terrorism to them in my basement as we speak!! ≧◡≦ just txt on a random tuesday afternoon "*Stares at your balls with malicious intent*" "your testicles will explode on 2/30/78 at exactly 3:21 pm. :3" "STOP RIPPING OUT MY ORGANS DUDE THIS IS THE 3RD TIME THIS WEEK. oh wrong person srry <33" SORRY IF IM HARRASSING YOU I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS SUPER FUNNY, I LOVE WHAT U DOOOOO <3333
MY ORGAN DONOR...OR NOT
Alright who summoned the Plebbypebblepleb Demon at their last sleepover again, come on, own up, it's exorcism time and we just need some Tokyo Revengers to do it
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six-eyed-samurai · 1 month
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WHAT IF GENYA COULD WRITE?
It's canon that Sanemi can apparently read but not write, but they never mentioned anything about his younger brother now, did they?
I'd like to think that Genya, in fact, CAN actually read and write, and here's my ridiculous reasoning:
Genya has to repeatedly go to the Butterfly Mansion for checkups due to his demon snacking. I imagine Shinobu Kocho would be very curious about the terrifying Wind Pillar’s brother he refuses to acknowledge, and so would engage him in conversation every now and then.
Sure, Genya is shy around women, but eventually he would have to talk to her anyway, right? 
Shinobu will find out about his illiteracy at some point, and offer to teach him the basics. Grudgingly Genya accepts, because perhaps if his brother refuses to talk to him he could write an apology letter.
Gyomei would even ask him to read things out to him, due to his blindness and Genya’s newfound literacy, maybe in between breaks of their intense training because there’s nothing like reading out prayers after a long hard day of standing under waterfalls. 
Muichiro would probably also be in the Butterfly Mansion for checkups on his amnesia, meaning he and Genya surely would’ve bumped into each other a couple times (Genya mistaking him for a girl the first time they met and proceeds to short circuit). Befriending him, Genya would start writing short notes for Muichiro to stick on things to help him remember stuff he was supposed to do, after five minutes of wondering who wrote it.  
But we all know how hot tempered he is, so he probably blew up multiple, and I mean MULTIPLE, times struggling to get through spelling and wording and grammar and strokes and kanji and-
Which leads to my theory that one of the reasons he’s so flustered around the Butterfly Girls is because they’ve all seen how he’s exploded and sobbed over the most basic of reading and he’s internally praying they won’t expose him to the Kamaboko Squad, because let’s be honest, Zenitsu would laugh until he died from asphyxiation and Inosuke would declare him a loser (before freezing and realizing he too, cannot read or write). Going back to his apology letters, I imagine once he mastered writing, he'd write about a thousand letters detailing his apologies, regrets and begging for forgiveness to Sanemi, with Shinobu kindly passing on the letters and making sure (forcing) the Wind Pillar opens and reads them all. He refuses to give an answer, even though Shinobu suggested she pass on the message for him verbally seeing as he can't write (he nearly strangled her for even saying that), but one day when he came back from a mission and was recovering in the Butterfly Mansion Shinobu discovered a bundle of Genya's letter neatly tied and arranged in his pocket. I think Genya would also write letters to his dead siblings, talking about how he wished they were here, places he's been to that he wished he could've taken them, his slayer training, the people he met, new things he's tried out, his darkest thoughts, how he wished Aniki would at least acknowledge him, would they still love him the same if they knew he ate demons and became one, that he called their brother a murderer, that he was utterly useless in the Corps because he couldn't master a breathing technique? After his death, Sanemi discovers the stack of letters when he was going through Genya's things. Shockingly, it seems that the Wind Pillar still has tears left to cry.
If you guys enjoyed this please check out Letters to Sanemi! Leave a comment, it means the world and beyond for me
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six-eyed-samurai · 1 month
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LETTERS TO SANEMI
This can be read as a standalone, but if you'd like you can read my previous thoughts on Genya's literacy.
dear aNiki,
kocho gave me a Notebook today aNd told me to write down any after efects or experiNces after eating a demoN iN here but said I should also keep a jourNal to show you oNe day. she gave one to tokito to for his memory loss I thiNk.
she started teachng me how to write receNtly. she said if I caN’t become a hashira or talk to you by the time i've fiNished learNiNg, i can come up with a good apologi letter for you.
himejima-saN is very proud that I'm learNiNg how to write. he was sad he couldn't teach me Himself but Now I can help Him deliver messages he caN't write or Read.
i caN't do aNy breathiNg techNiques, but himjima-saN’s traiNing is iNteNse eNough that i can slay demons eveN without eating them sometimes. maybe i will be able to become the first hashira without a techNique.
Im Not sure yet Of what to write iN here, so thats all for Now. I hope you like the ohagi I seNt you. kocho said she'd pass it for Me.
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Dear Aniki,
I'm very embarrassed to say this, but when I showed Kocho my writing it turned out I got a lot of things wrong. She was very nice about it when she saw how red I was but couldn't teach me today so the Butterfly Girls had to do it. I think they were too scared to laugh but it's embarrassing anyway to have them know more about writing than I do.
For one apparently I got all my captal (is that how you spell it?) letters wrong. Small letter n and captal letter N are also very different and it's confusing. And I'm glad Himejima-san won't find out I didn't write his name correctly.
The demon I ate the other day left me with a very weirdly shaped hand that hasn't gone away yet, so I'll stop writing for now since it's tiring to hold a pencil with talons. Kocho offered to cut my nails for me but I said no because she was going to use her katana.
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Dear Aniki,
It really hurt me to find out you threw away my apology letter. I really want to apologize for that night but you keep pushing me away. Are you disappointed in me for joining the Corps or because I can't use breathing techniques? I promise I'll do better.
At least you didn't reject my ohagi. I found out because Tokito was eating it when I met him today. The Mist Pillar is really weird. I didn't know his amnesia was so bad to this state he wandered into the room I was staying in at the Butterfly Mansion thinking it was his. I found him standing by the window holding my gun without moving for about ten minutes. I thought he was a girl for a second so it kind of stunned me into silence. He didn't even notice I was there until I yelled at him to put it down.
It was really awkward at first because I had to explain to him it wasn't his room and he had to explain to me he wasn't a girl, then there was an awkward pause where we just stared at each other. He called me a rooster too…which is still confusing.
I find it really hard to believe he's fourteen and already a Pillar. Jealous, really, because he gets to see you and I don't. Although he called you a wolf and I'm not sure what that means when I asked him where he got the ohagi from and he said the “old white wolf looking Hashira…I forgot. I think I bought it…wait, but I didn't bring any money.”
Somehow I ended up agreeing to his demand of training with him first thing tomorrow to show him how to use a gun. Thankfully the side effects of the demon I ate is gone now.
Kocho told me he'll probably forget about it though.
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Dear Aniki,
Today's my birthday. Do you miss me as much I do for you? I wish I can still celebrate it with our siblings and mom, or at least with you.
Kinzaki and the Butterfly Girls made me a cake. Kocho gave me a new yukata after I ripped my old one from my last fight. Her tsugoku gave me a coin for whatever reason. But I got really shy and didn't say much.
Muichiro forgot it was my birthday and thought it was Kocho’s, so he gave me her present. He thought it was funny to pin the butterfly to my hair. The girls started giggling at me so I chased him around the Butterfly Mansion.
Himejima-san gave me a cat. She's very cute. I named her Shizu, after mom. She followed me everywhere and even peed on Muichiro’s foot. He said she was stupid but later on I found him carrying her around.
Her white fur made me think of you. If you ever forgive me one day I'm sure you'll love her too. She likes the smell of ohagi too apparently.
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Dear Aniki,
Rengoku-san the Flame Pillar and Kanroji the Love Pillar came to visit Himejima-san today. Rengoku-san gave me ohagi, so I thanked him but he said it wasn't from him. I'm praying this means you don't completely hate me.
Muichiro came over to Himejima-san’s estate today too by mistake, but he decided to stay and train with me anyway. He asked to see Shizu and that's when I realized she was missing.
How hard could it be to find a snowy white cat? That's what we thought until we (me mostly, Muichiro kept forgetting where he had looked) hunted everywhere for her. Then Rengoku-san said he saw her run pass him and when we looked she jumped off a tree and took off.
I still can't stop turning red whenever I think about how I slammed into Kanroji chasing Shizu, so I immediately ran off with Muichiro. I hope if I meet her again she'll have forgotten about it.
Dumb cat.
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Dear Aniki,
Today that Kamado kid - the one who broke my arm back at Final Selection after I grabbed the Ubuyashiki girl; hope she doesn't hold it against me - picked up the stack of letters I accidentally dropped. You know it's the anniversary of everyone's death today, so I was planning on taking the letters I've been writing to them to burn. Usually I would just leave flowers and prayers at the shrine Himejima-san helped me make because we never got to bury them, but since Kocho taught me to write I decided to make a new tradition.
Anyway I knew he didn't mean to read them but I got mad anyway until he told me his family died the same way and he was happy that I was still honoring their memory of whatever. I wish me and you were like him and his sister. I wonder what would've happened if we had stayed together? I never meant to hurt you like that.
I don't remember writing any of this. Did I change my handwriting or something? Who's Aniki?
I've just chased away Muichiro. I can't believe he got our notebooks mixed up and started reading mine. I hope he didn't read anything…too personal. Foggy brained idiot just stared at me and left.
He came back later. He didn't apologize but handed me a watermelon. He's forgiven…I guess? I don't even want to know he got it from, especially when I can hear Kinzaki and that pig head boy shouting.
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Dear Aniki,
Today's the day before the final battle and I don't have much time to write as much as I want to, so I'll make this entry quick.
Muichiro has become a much nicer person, and I've had a lot of fun with him over time. I'm gonna miss training with him and talking and cloud gazing together afterwards. I hope we both don't die. He called me his best friend the other day and although I got really flustered I don't want it to be the last time.
Kocho and the Butterfly Girls celebrated my “graduation” of learning how to write the other day. Maybe one day you'll be able to come and celebrate some other occasion with us.
I will never be able to repay everything Himejima-san has done for me. I owe him for the slayer I am today. I hope the wooden bracelet I carved will be able to convey it. I can write now but I'm no good with words.
I'm really grateful to Kamado and his sister for reminding me during the battle at the Swordsmith Village why I joined the Corps. I'm going to prove myself to you and apologize for once and for all. I don't know what I'm going to do if you keep pushing me away even after all this. I miss you a lot.
I swear we'll be brothers again after this battle.
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six-eyed-samurai · 25 days
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O IS FOR ONE
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This relationship should not be condoned and was only written for entertainment purposes. Dark content like murder, gaslighting, cutting up and cannibalism is in here, so don't read if it makes you uncomfortable. Minors, scat and shoo and scram!
Obviously, he's obsessing over his one and only!
I put a lil tracker on your phone, just to make sure you’re all alone - and I crept into your room, lying next to you, saying I love every part of you, blood and skin and bone.
Walking down the corridor casually and oh so ordinarily he pretends to trip and makes you fall down with him, slipping a tiny little tracker into your pocket, hidden amongst overbearing, obscure, obsequious apologies and a flash of that open smile for the cherry on top. Oblivious little you didn’t even feel the extra weight in your jacket, occupied with trying to hide your giggles.
Anyone who might try and catch your love, sweetheart, might not survive for long, because I've got a knife and a big crush on you, you, you!
He expresses concern over the ogling boys and so called friends who hadn't shown up to school while throwing away the offending bottle of poison he had dripped into their food, pleasing him with the appeased look on your face and twisting his heart at the same time - how dare your concern be given those odious others? Very well, soon the obstacles will have to obey his orders and leave you if they value their organs!
Lies, cheats, fools...how many of them could possible be at school? Backstabbed by friends who haven't read the rules on how to survive without incurring terrible consequences...well, sinners who stained your name had to repent, and repent they will.
Of course he’s heard those onerous, opprobrious snakes of gossip girls oppugn your very Olympian-god worthy self and ostracized you out of their friend groups, essentially abandoning you, so what sort of knight would he be if he didn’t slay the dragons for his princess? He stalked their social media, then sabotaged every project, homework, relationship, posts, family ties and things they've done in their oppugnant existence that he could lay his hands on. How dare they cause you such ordeals.
You're my muse in every poem that I write, every song that I sing, every romance story you star - it's all just to be with you, don't you see? Or rather, dream? 
He hopes nobody will ever check under his desk, because he’s got a whole outrageous file dedicated to papers upon papers of crossed out, failed love letters, poems that could barely do your open-hearted, optimistic presence and scribbled fantasies he's determined to have with you one day...even if you are going to have to be unconscious, so be it! You’re never going to remember it anyway in the end, and he’s not afraid to admit that’s the part that drives him mad. 
Aren't I your friend, show you anything you want and need once you get to know me? Are they your friends, wreck your life, make you cry, laugh behind your back?
But you know what drives him even more insane? Over everyone who can freely talk to you, have your obligation to touch and hold hands and hug, LOOK AT YOU AS IF THEY COULD EVER OWN YOU - aaaah, why can't he do that? WHY CAN'T HE BE THE ONLY ONE TO DO THAT? It's alright, it's fine, you can't talk without a tongue! Overzealous they may call him and overprotective he might be, but he’ll do anything for a love just as obsessive from you. 
Sure, I know it hurts honey but you've got to grin and bear it, just a little slice, 'cause when it's all done you and I can never leave.
Can you really blame him? He just desperately wants to hear you promise you'll be with him forever and ever and ever, and what better way to do that than to extract a blood oath? Oops, guess he cut off your hand! It's fine, now you'll have to depend on him even more - he swears he'll be good to you, oh so good! Anything you want and need will be offered!
I'm the better alter ego when I'm down on my knees for you, so I'll take a hammer to their heads, but to her I just reek of love, so if I go down it's only because it's over!
He’s known for being calm and cool and...alright, and a crazy killer too who has never been more triggered than when he sees you being the target of horny comments by his traitorous pals. They'll find out just how strong he really is soon enough! Funny way of answering their questions, huh?
Gore is what I carve up and what I'll serve in gourmet, and of course my gorgeous, you can join the soiree.
His friends constantly ask him what's in his secret meat soup recipe - pork? Chicken? Seafood? - as they talk about their missing friend at the same time...oh, idiots that they were. He slyly glances at you - ah, thank the stars for you too had no idea of where he was. His suggestion of “in a better place now” was widely accepted, although he doubted that being digested by stomach acid applied. 
The world says I'm depraved, but your love's just what I crave, and I know you feel it as well, so they can all go burn and rot and die in hell. 
He can't take it if anyone says otherwise about the both of your love or disagree with your compliments, no, no, no! Duct tape won't work, so he'll break their jaws! You're his one and only, only he can break and take and snap you, the same way only he can be affectionate and shower his only true love with worship!
Now tell me that you love me or everything blows, you have to reciprocate, you have to love me! I'll burn this fxxking house down and hide them all six feet underground, only for you, you know? It can't be all for nothing!
He threatens to jump off the balcony if you don't return his crazed affections, especially when you're pressed against the wall and strangled by his hands - he’s done all this for you and for the “us”, atrocious crimes and horrendous killing…but he honestly doesn’t want to force a confession out of you, so why won’t you be an obedient little darling?
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WHAT IF THE SHINAZUGAWA BROTHERS DIDN'T SPLIT APART?
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Here's a thought: what if Sanemi didn't constantly try to push away Genya and “hate” him?
Personally I think the only way this would work out is if Genya never accused Sanemi of being a murderer, which means that he had to see his mother Shizu as a feral demon before Sanemi killed her.
Going with this, let's say that everything went as the manga said, up until the point their siblings were murdered. Say Genya immediately ran after Sanemi after he showed up shoving their mother away, followed them all the way to the road and see his mother attempt to eat Sanemi for his marechi blood.
Obviously he would be horrified, but in this scenario he would be able to fully realize that this was not his mother, especially not when she turned her attention to him and lunged.
Skipping the gory details, this will then play out as Sanemi and Genya being forced to kill their mother together, and therefore no argument or accusations.
Later on, I feel that when Sanemi joined the Corps, Genya would attempt to follow too but like canon Sanemi would try to discourage him, albeit less “I have no brother” harsh and more “I'm not losing anyone else, brat”.
To follow the actual storyline as close as possible, Genya would somehow manage to convince his brother to be able to fight alongside him and eventually become Sanemi’s tsugoku instead of training under Gyomei Himejima. In the original storyline, Genya is motivated to become a Slayer in order to become a Hashira and apologize, but in this theory he's probably motivated to not let his brother down or die.
How would they find out Genya can eat demons? Let's say they found out Genya couldn't do any Breathing Techniques, but Sanemi decided that nonetheless he can still be a great swordsman...or gunman. Battling a demon together on a mission, say that somehow Genya’s hands get pinned down, forcing him to attempt to catch the sword Sanemi threw at him with his mouth (weird, but roll with me now). Somehow at the same time, maybe a part of the demon gets chopped off by Aniki or its blood sprays into the air, landing in Genya’s mouth instead and he…you get the point.
Moving on to the juiciest part: how would the brothers’ close relationship now impact the storyline?
We first meet Genya in the Swordsmith Village Arc, getting new weapons made. He and Sanemi aren't at each others throats here, so it would make sense that Sanemi too would be there getting his swords reforged or working off his perpetual crankiness in the hot springs.
SO, when the battle with Hantengu and Gyokko begins, we have not one, not two, but THREE Hashiras in the village.
Clearly Sanemi would be able to whoop some vase otaku or crybaby demon's ass with his usual sass, swords and screaming, but the Shinazugawa duo combined? The Upper Moons would've lost before they've even known it.
And to conclude, there would be no mark manifesting on either Muichiro or Mitsuri! 
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A IS FOR ALWAYS
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This relationship should not be condoned and was only written for entertainment purposes. Dark content like kidnapping and stalking is in here, so don't read if it makes you uncomfortable. Minors, scat and shoo and scram!
Because she'll always, always have your back at anytime and anywhere!
You never thought twice about what an amazing friend she was. She was always there when you needed her most. Always there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. Always keeping an eye on you wherever you went, wherever you were, wherever you had to be!
Sliding in the background and hiding amongst your friend group most of the time at school but she was always, always there to assist and help and provide and…whether you needed it or not, now that you think of it.
But oh well! She was such an awesome friend, always there with assistance should the need arise. Need a spare pen? Wow, she’s got extra. You forgot to do your homework? Sure, she’s got you covered. Damn, you’re too busy for lunch? Don’t worry, she brought seconds!
You never had to fret over project partners, because of course she and you were going to partner up! You got lost and have no idea where to go? Why worry when she’ll suddenly turn up with directions? You lost something amongst the crowded halls of school? Haha, funny enough, she’s found it for you.
Although it was starting to get a little unnerving at how she was always…just there. No one knew you were going to be sick that Monday but somehow she appeared on your doorstep with soup and a weird, smiling “get better soon”. You had only ever confessed to your trusty journal that you wanted out of the swimming competition and the next thing you knew she was telling you she managed to get the teacher to allow you to opt out. You were just about to call your dad to pick you up from the study session and realized your phone was dead when she appeared like always with that worried expression and the proclamations of “oh, no worries, I can help!”.
Aw, but it would be rude to think such appalling things about such an affectionate friend who’s always got your back! You felt awful for even thinking about it, but the apprehensive anxiety that started to attack you every time she approached wasn’t disappearing anytime soon and conversations had never became more awkward as you desperately tried to avoid her and her alarming insistence.
The last straw arrived in the form of an argument that exploded out when you refused her offer to walk you back home when your dad was late and couldn’t make it in the pouring rain.
“I promised to always look out for you, didn’t I?!”
“I told you, enough! I can walk home myself or call my friend-”
“Friend?” Her tone melted into something sickly, sourly sweet. “Who are they? Wasn't it always me, huh, who helped you every single time? Who else did the things I did for you all the time?”
You thought you hadn't liked where this was going…but you definitely hated what was happening now.
Idiot, idiot! How did you - any of you - never notice how strong she really was in physical education? How, how, how! You never wanted to find out this way, not with her fingers nearly popping veins in you with how tight, oh so tight her grip on your neck was as she lifted you up like a limp rag doll.
“Who told you about the cameras? Who told you I was following - ah, making sure you were safe - around? You weren't supposed to know about it all…did you find out about the stack of your things I have? Is this why you've been behaving like such a brat to me lately? I promise, it was always all just to make sure you could rely on me for everything, I swear!”
Because that's all you ever were to her, you realised. A helpless little doll who relied on her for everything, silly little doll dancing to her raging child's strings, foolish little doll to never, ever be shared with anyone else!
“I'm bloody tired of you and your ungratefulness! I did everything for you, for us! I gave everything you would ever want or need! Don't you love me, you useless sweet baby? Who killed them for you, huh? Whatcha gonna do without me, huh? Silly, pretty sod, you rely on me for everything! I promised that, didn't I? I always, always keep my promises!”
If there was one thing good about her it was that she was, indeed, true to her word…never mind, you wished she didn't, then death would come to steal you away like she had - you would welcome it though! Anything would be better than the promises she kept that prevented you from wasting away in that attic of hers. Swearing to have your back; just stop, stop acting like if she got you all your favourite things and provided your needs it would be fine! Oaths you prayed she wouldn't insist on of you accepting her abominable affections and acclaims of her crazed attraction and adoration.
She always, always had your back, in school and even in your captivity.
“Trust, darling! You'll see, you'll see, I'll make you see! I'm all, ALL, you could ever, ever need! Always!”
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HEHEHEHEHEHEH OK DIFFERENT REQUEST THIS TIME AND I THINK YOU'LL LIKE THIS ONE MAYBE I DREW THE TR BOYS REALLY BAD AND ALSO AS HORRORS BEYOND HUMAN COMPREHENSION SO UHH DO WHAT U WANT WITH THEM, HERE ARE SOME PROMPTS BUT UHHH YOU CAN HONESTLY DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. LMAO YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT IT U CAN JUST HAVE THEM
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prompt 1: friend gives really short amount of time to draw someone and this is what happens prompt 2: "i felt silly" *sends you a picture of a drawing depicting you as a horrifying being(ran & sanzu) /in pain (koko)/ literal insanity (rindou) ok looveee u and ur work n i hope i made your day again!!!!
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Happy to see you again girl!!! But with no offense intended when I opened that drawing I nearly dropped my phone (TR men Eldritch Horror version). Sadly my iFake doesn't support images so I had to manually type
Y'all I based this crack off typical convos with my friends in art (hating on Kafka so bad with my girl Hina) 🤣🤣🤣
MAD DOG: I felt silly
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MAD DOG: I know y'all love it don't lie
RIN RIN: This is why I keep the chat muted
MAD DOG: You wound me, I worked so hard!
MIKEY KING: I've seen kindergartens do better
MAD DOG: Not you too Mikey!!!!
SUGAR KOKO: What just happened
All I see are exclamation marks and that's not good
RIN RIN: Scroll up for yet another disaster by Sanzu
SUGAR KOKO: Wtf
I wish I didn't
Wait my eyes aren't that small
RIN RIN: Are you even sure you want my eyes
SUGAR KOKO: Can I not be in the drawing at all
MIKEY KING: Agreed
If I see that again there go all of your taiyaki rights
MAD DOG: Oh look who's being a kindergartener now
SUGAR KOKO: Mikey you never gave a single taiyaki before
RIN RIN: Fr
No difference
MIKEY KING: How do you know I wasn't planning to???
MAD DOG: Not even for me you wouldn't
MIKEY KING: Sanzu after that drawing you can't even say even because no way
MAD DOG: Bullying is no no
RIN RIN: Wym bullying
SUGAR KOKO: Yeah it's truth
I literally look so in pain and after seeing it I am
RIN RIN: I look like a literal insane psychopathic murderer from a max security prison
SUGAR KOKO: Sounds familiar
I know!
Sanzu Haruchiyo
RIN RIN: Sanzu Haruchiyo
MIKEY KING: Sanzu Haruchiyo
MAD DOG: WHY ARE ALL OF YOU GANGING UP ON ME
DON'T ACT LIKE YOU GUYS AREN'T PSYCHOTIC MURDERERS
RIN RIN: Just you actually
MAD DOG: RAN WHERE ARE YOU BACK ME UP RN IM SOBBING
SUGAR KOKO: you're on your own pal
RIN RIN: he's asleep again
HOTTER HAITANI: now I'm awake and ready to bless all of you with my presence!
RIN RIN: I just cringed so hard
SUGAR KOKO: Ew what the actual hell
Ykw go back to sleep
MAD DOG: RAN MY FRIEND
Does my drawing flatter us all or what
RIN RIN: Ran I will mess up your dye job so bad
MAD DOG: Don't listen to the unbelievers!
HOTTER HAITANI: Of course not
Lemme see lemme see
SUGAR KOKO: oh god
MIKEY KING: I'm leaving
MAD DOG: you're still here?
HOTTER HAITANI: SANZU MY FRIEND
IT'S ABSOLUTELY MARVELLOUS
I LOVE RINDOU
I'M FRAMING IT ON THE FRIDGE
MAD DOG: I KNEW IT
I ALWAYS KNEW I WAS SPECIAL
I KNEW I WAS THE NEXT PICASSO
RIN RIN: the both of you
SUGAR KOKO: stfu Annabelle
You too Pinky
MIKEY KING: you are now my number two Koko
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WHAT IF TENGEN HAD FOUND GYUTARO AND DAKI INSTEAD?
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Daki and Gyutaro have horrible childhood, Daki and Gyutaro grow up to be feared and revered, Daki and Gyutaro stab someone and are “killed”, Daki and Gyutaro are found by Douma, Daki and Gyutaro become demons.
Here's a thought: Daki and Gyutaro are found by none other than the Sound Pillar Tengen Uzui. 
Seeing as the actual age of the Shabana siblings here are probably in the hundreds, in this theory they're born in the present Taisho Era. Nothing much changes in their childhood history here, up until the point when Ume stabs the man's eye out, is burnt, Gyutaro returns, attempts to find help but fails.
For the sake of this theory, say Tengen and his wives were in the Red Light District looking into the rumours of the current Upper Moon Six hanging around. Instead they run into the two, one dessicated and the other collapsed from exhaustion. Hinatsuru would recognize Ume as the girl from the scandalous stab, staying in the Kyogoku House. 
They could both live, if they received enough care and medical attention. Tengen didn't plan on having two more deaths on his conscience.
***
The ground was bitterly cold, unforgiving and hard; Gyutaro remembered that much before he passed out. He also vividly recalled hanging on to Ume for dear life. Or death - no, no, she would live, she had to live, 
So it came as quite the surprise to awaken tucked into soft, clean sheets in an unknown room with no one next to him.
He jerked upright at once, eyes darting around suspiciously, fearfully. Where was he? Where was Ume? Who would've picked up two pathetic looking bodies out of the kindness of their hearts in the Red Light District?
Never mind. He'd kill anyone who got in his way of finding Ume. They better not have done anything to her.
Strangely, someone had left a clean, loose yukata out for him - who would bother caring for somebody that ugly? - but he barely spared it a thought as he rapidly tugged it on and nearly broke the Shoji doors down in his urgent desperation. Oh, the things he'd do to whoever had separated him from his beloved little sister; he'd cut their limbs off one by one, he'd make it slow and agonizing, he'd make them feel his rage-
“You're awake! What a flamboyant entrance, but do stop wrecking my house!”
***
Of course Gyutaro would hardly be reasonable at this state of things, so it took a while for Hinatsuru, Suma and Makio to hold him down and get him to calm as Tengen introduced  himself and explained what had transpired: he'd taken Ume to the Butterfly Mansion for Kocho to heal her burns after rescuing them from imminent death at the Red Light District. Obviously, Gyutaro would demand to be taken to see Ume as soon as possible, a request Tengen would agree to if he promises he won't go batshit feral.
Needless to say, Ume and Gyutaro were ecstatic to be alive and still together, the former delightedly basking in the fussing of the Uzui wives and turning puppy eyes to her brother when Tengen generously told them they could stay with him for as long as they need for Ume to recover (also because Hinatsuru had already decided it was her mission to fatten Gyutaro up, Makio was having the time of her life watching Ume parade around like a model in an old kimono of her and Suma excitedly babbling as she ran a brush through the Shabana siblings’ hair). 
Gyutaro, having never having experienced a single ounce of kindness in his life, suspicion and disbelief seeping into his thoughts, gave in reluctantly - if his sister was happy, he could deal with whatever price he had to pay for this temporary paradise. Ugly people like him didn't deserve this kindness, and he had no doubt Tengen and his wives would soon cast him out too.
He had adapted to surviving the harsh world of the Red Light District multiple times, even more so when he had to protect Ume, but even when two weeks had passed he still couldn't wrap the new, unfathomable environment around his head.
Waking up everyday in an actual room, in a comfortable, warm bed, wearing fitting, un-holey clothes and not under a pile of old straw in frigid weather dressed in rags? How strange to wake up to Makio yelling at him to not be late for breakfast before it went cold and not instead be pelted by stones and hear jeers from disgusted passersby. Even more so to find out Suma had gone to great lengths to tailor his clothes to match his skeletal frame, purposefully making longer sleeves when she noticed him picking at his much-hated birthmarks (he still didn't understand what Tengen had meant when he called them flamboyant).
Even bursting into tears when accidentally stumbling upon him scratching away at himself one day, leading to the whole Uzui household teaching Gyutaro what it felt like to be mollycoddled and smothered by overprotective parents for the first time; after that Hinatsuru made sure to keep his nails short and Tengen got him to (read: forced) him to paint them too.
Home cooked meals and desserts presented to him, EVERY DAY? Not having to worry about finding his next meal or eating rats and bugs (even Tengen couldn't resist a gag when he heard about it)? For whatever reason Hinatsuru constantly, persistently offered him helping after helping, to the point he was finding this weird feeling of being…full? Peculiarly satisfying. Not that he would be able to put on some weight in the end - it'll be back to starvation and the streets when this was over, Gyutaro reminded himself. 
Living the life of every person he's ever been jealous of? He did try and convince himself that they were only doing this out of pity and they'd soon show their true colors when they've had enough of such an ugly creature hanging around their house, but somehow all his arguments fell flat. Gyutaro wasn't going to admit it, but somehow everything felt..right. Nice.
What he appreciated most though was them taking him to visit Ume as much as possible and giving her the same treatment, granting her the love and care she deserved but never got, doing better than him and his dirty, ugly ways ever could. He nearly smiled once when they left, Ume still prattling on about her new friends the so-called “Butterfly Girls”, but at night his heartstrings turned and twisted as he counted down with looming dread the day they would be inevitably thrown out. 
His violence and sadism disappeared (well, mostly) too, though it was probably because there was no more need for it. It felt utterly wrong to hate on the…people who had taken him and Ume in, and left Gyutaro with an uneasy pit in his stomach, so he left it at that. 
No one spitting or hissing at his looks and coarse language? The Uzui wives (particularly Makio) had taken to smacking him upside on the head lightly or reprimanding him every time he swore and muttered something rude (Tengen just burst out laughing), especially when there were other people around - although usually he just stayed in “his” room if there were or tried to keep a low profile in public - but not once had he ever been insulted for his looks. 
Praised, actually, for managing to care for his sister all through the hardships, suffering and pain. Confusing, because wasn't all brothers supposed to do that? But he liked the feeling in him it gave.
Eventually Ume recovered well enough to leave the Butterfly Mansion, the Uzui household welcoming her to the Sound Estate with open arms, hot food and an insane amount of glee from the wives at having a girl to play dress up and spoil. 
Gyutaro was beyond relieved, but his fears began to start whispering again: they would have to leave soon, wouldn't they? 
Yet Ume seemed so happy here, showered with jewelry and candy and affection day after day, hair tugged into a bajillion different styles every other week, insisting everybody play hide and seek with her, stealing Tengen’s jewelry to wear and show off (he pretended to be mad but the next day she turned up with the same red eyeliner as him). If photography had existed back then, no amount of walls would have been enough for the number of pictures the Uzui household would’ve wanted to frame. 
 She had even started calling the Uzui wives “Mamas” after that day when they took the Shabana siblings out to the city (Gyutaro didn't realize the fish won at the stall wasn't for eating; Tengen was still chortling about it to the other Hashiras) and Tengen ‘Daddy’. 
Unwittingly, it seemed like the Uzui household had subconsciously adopted them both. Even Gyutaro found himself worrying about tracking mud into the house after Makio finished cleaning, offering to do chores and laughing at Tengen behind his flashy back, unlike his former worries the Uzui household never treated him any different from her because of their looks. 
Somehow they just…never left.
And it never felt like they had to. 
But good things aren't supposed to happen to ugly, horrible people like him, right?
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“Why?”
The clinking of utensils, chatty conversation and chewing stopped abruptly, all eyes turning to him. Gyutaro rarely spoke, generally just grunting in agreement to whatever was being said, so to suddenly interrupt was rather out of character for him.
Ume paused mid-rant about whatever hairpin had caught her fancy on their last trip to the city. “Why what, Onii-chan?”
Gyutaro’s eyes flicked to Tengen’s. “Why are you doing this for us?”
“Why not?” Tengen sounded surprised he was asking this question.
“Ume’s already recovered. You have no obligation to take care of us.” Gyutaro cleared his throat. If they were going to get kicked out soon, he hopes they would do it in a way that wouldn't leave his darling sister sobbing. “I don't want to owe anything. We can leave anytime. You don't have to-”
And just like that the spell was broken.
“ONII-CHAN, WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT? I DON'T EVER WANNA LEAVE!”
“WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT OWING, HAR?”
“TENGEN-SAMA, WHY WOULD HE SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT- OW, MAKIO, STOP PULLING MY HAIR!”
“Gyutaro! We're not letting you and Ume go back to the Red Light District?”
“But WHY?”
Why? Why be nice to them? The world was cruel, why were they acting this way? Wasn't this all an act? It wasn't going to evaporate like a forgotten dream? They were expected to STAY?
Gyutaro had never had such a pounding headache in his life. 
“Kid.” 
Tengen reached over and placed a hand on his head with a sad sort of grin. 
“You're part of this flamboyant family now.”
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Hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did! Leave a comment if you can, it'll mean a hell lot to me. Check here if you want some more snippets of Gyutaro and Daki Uzui!
Update: here's one!
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six-eyed-samurai · 19 days
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My Demon Slayer OC!
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SKY BREATHING FORMS: Boundless Expanse, Approaching Storm, Black Sky Hurricane Whirl, Setting Evening Sun and Celestial Slash
LIKES: Dango, temari, ribbons
DISLIKES: Cowardice, inari sushi, ants
AGE: 19
FAMILY: Parents deceased, elder brother Atsushi Storm Hashira
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six-eyed-samurai · 22 days
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DEMON SLAYER! RUI
All drawn by me, don't plagiarize!!! Man are my fingers tired (I don't have those digital pens)
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