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The Hashiras with a Family | Obanai Iguro
Word Count: 4,744
Setting: Obanai Igurox reader!
Content Warning(s): contains spoilers to Obanai’s background, hints of abuse, family discussions, mentions of pregnancy, and/or carrying a child.
A/N: I did not have a chance to proof read this, please forgive any misspellings, grammar problems, or missed points in cannon events. [I do not own the rights to this character, or the art used below. All rights are reserved by the creator, Koyoharu Gotouge.]
Summary: headcanons as to what Obanai Iguro would be like with a father, whether he ever wanted kids, why or why not, what he would be like as a parent.
Lineage is the phantom that lurks within the depths of Obanai’s mind. The thought of children haunts the corners of his subconscious, a nameless guilt that aches within his bones. Heaves into every breath he takes, weighs down his spirit and confines him to solitude.
The Obanai is stained in blood, and a title that he alone should endure.
One that coils and strangles all that it consumes.
The faint whispers of women’s giggles, that hiss in the back of his mind when he wanders the market. Engulfs the distant sound of children’s laughter, their joyful smiles marred by the buzz of venom in the back of his head. The gentle scent of summer, little beads of sweat amongst the brows of children in the market place procured from play. Honeyed syrup that clings to round cheeks, and joyful laughter between the clamor of the crowd. Sticky fingers that cling to kimonos, innocent and joyful in the hum of the crowd.
It’s the antagonizing way that the past refuses to lay to rest. How it lingers on the edge of his kimonos. Loiters in the bliss of every day moments. Slips into his thoughts, and recoils from the light.
Mended Seams |Kagaya Ubuyashiki
Word Count:1683
Setting: Kagaya Ubuyashiki x gn!reader [platonic, more paternal relationship)
Content Warnings: implied discrimination and discriminatory gender speech, gender dysphoria is also hinted.
Summary: when ignorance is wielded by a needle and thread meets when your heart can bear no more, the Master will always welcome you home.
A/N: I have been out for a while, but this has been a fan fiction that has been on my mind for a while. I just kept thinking of how a person who struggles with gender identity would be welcomed in the Demon Slayer Corps. (continue at the bottom to avoid spoilers). I will say, i'm sorry I wrote this in a rush. Please forgive any mistakes I may have made!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ubuyashiki, or the image used below. All rights go to the artist. the song utilized in this text is Tōryanse, a Japanese folk song believed to originate in response to the high mortality rate of children.
Pain seared across your palms, marked bumps that kissed and formed peaks upon each lining of your flesh. The delicate bend of your finger frayed, pinched and blistered. The subtle sweet scent of earth fragments littered shrapnel that clung to your clothes, the ends of your hair. Pain nestled into your digits, rolled across busted knuckles. Rested at the raw splinters wedged between the palmer creases in your hand. Little punctures that gave birth to surface wounds. Smears blood caught on your fabric, having attempted to wipe it away. The scent of iron muddled by the grass buried beneath your nails. The bits of dirt that had staunched most of the bleeding. Dirtied, and hooked beneath the bed of your fingernails.
The Hashiras in Bed | Iguro Obanai
Word Count: 6409?
Setting: Obanai Igurox gn!reader
Content Warning(s): MDNI, NSFW, casual and committed relationships, spoilers, hints of his past/traumas, rough, biting, past relationship/threesome hints with Kanroji, sorry if I missed any
Summary: NSFW headcannons, what sex and intimacy means to the Snake Pillar.
A/Note: honestly, I’m very rusty, and it breaks my heart that I just can’t help but feel—I didn’t give this my best. In truth, I think it’s because of the time I’ve spent away from writing that this is in many ways… my first step towards healing. Even if it isn’t pretty. Even if it leads a scar because… I miss it.
[artwork is not mine, all credit goes to the original artist, Koyoharu Gotouge].
To enter a physical relationship with Iguro Obanai is to know the burdens of loss, to mourn need and crave his breath upon your bones. Hissed prayers of absence nipped into your flesh, the ghost of a lover. Warmth that dares to linger long after he has left your bed. The absence of his touch buried into the depths of your skin, fingers that dance artfully at the tug of your hips. Haikus delivered in the dead of night between rattled desperately coiled deep into the depths of your soul. Bruised as his hips meet your own relentlessly as the tug of a biwa string. The heat of his gaze, gold dipped into the luxury of his affections that defied the blaze of the night stars. Merciless distance, unforgiving of the absence of your heart pressed into his own, bound together in a dance of limbs and poetry kissed into your skin. Your silhouette traced in affection and lingered into his touch, prey that dare not escape his gaze.
i love love love how in depth you are when it comes to your character posts! mitsuri is my life (i love the mitsuri in a relationship post), and i was wondering if you'd do a "hashiras in bed" post for her?
Hello 🐝Anon!!
It's so exciting to have someone request Mitsuri; you are the first! I'm thrilled, and thank you. 🥺 Our girl deserves the love! I will be releasing The Hashiras in Bed| Mitsuiri Kanroji, hopefully soon. I was planning to release her following Obanai Iguro, who is impatiently waiting edits in my drafts. With spring break coming up, I know that I will have it released by the end of March <3.
The short spill is that I am an early education teacher and my breaks are guaranteed to be spent thirsting after my waifus/husbandos. 🤤
I'll also add, that following the release of Mitsuri NSFW, I will also be following it with Mitsuri's SFW, The Hashiras with a Family. 🥰 Our Love Hashira will be receiving all the attention soon, I hope you look forward to it! I'll attach the "masterlist" for the Hashiras in Bed here for you to look back on in the month to come, and also welcome you hitting my inbox again as 🐝anon so that I can ensure you see the release! Thank you so much for your patience, and for reassuring me that readers do want to see Mitsuri!
For reference, I'm going to refer to you as 🐝anon, because youre after that Mitsuri "honey" sweetness! 😉

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I made fanart of Sincerely, just sending link in case the other ask doesn't send:
https://www.tumblr.com/valumyte/772750573601685504/fanart-of-daki-mc-from-sincerely-by?source=share
I SAW IT!!! Oh my goodness it's so cute!!! 🥺 Thank you so much! This made me so happy, I won't share it so that way you can remain anonymous, but oh my goodness it is adorable. Your artwork is adorable! I adore the bubblegum-pop vibe it gives off! Just so cute!
I actually just did another bit for Sincerely, it's a slightly suggestive snip of what Gyutaro would think of Daki's girlfriend having a sleepover, you can find it at Sincerely, Sleep Over.
Hiii! I'm so glad you're back again! So excited to read all the requests and inquiries you've been getting from others! I know my request here will take some time to get to (and I'm fine with that 🤗), but I'm just dropping it here anyways so I don't forget:
Daki's girlfriend from "Sincerely" visits her for a date/sleepover and meets Gyutaro for the first time. How would their interaction be?
(Also side note, I've read Sincerely at least 20 times, it's so well-written and I smile like an idiot every time I get to the confession part at the end of part 2)
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I'm back. 🥳 but goodness gracious is it taking me a while to actually be *back*. I am so grateful that you're still here, and so patient with me! Hearing that you still continue to enjoy Sincerely, brings my heart so much joy. 🥺 I just do not deserve you. Thank you for reading my work, and sending in an adorable request <3
Sincerely, Sleep-Over | Daki Headcanons
Word count: 2073
Setting: modern!Daki x fem!reader
Content Warning(s): girlxgirl, yuri, opposites attract, modern!AU, ecchi/suggestive
Summary: headcanons on how a sleepover would affect the Shabanna siblings
The moment the ding went off on his phone, Gyutaro’s heart was in the pit of his stomach. He could feel the worries like anxious little butterflies that threatened to crawl up his esophagus. Etched into the anxieties with the delicate message with far too many expressive emojis depicting her excitement, and statement.
We both know that Daki never *asked* for you to spend the night. Rather, it’s a half-hazard message, devoid of details, and dripping with emojis. Something that blatantly demands that he allows you entrance into the home. You’re spending the night; the text is essentially a last-minute courtesy to ensure you feel as comfortable as you can under her roof.
Let’s be clear, it’s not the lack of permission, or missing respect within her message that Gyutaro conflicted. Rather, it’s the fact that this is the first time his little sister has ever requested a friend to spend the night.
Hi! I really love your writing style and I thought about requesting for a while.
I just read the request guide and I'd like to request a prompt, with Shinobu Kocho from Kny, where she did hurt, or did or said smth wrong to the reader (gn) and how she goes on to make up.
Take all the time that you need, thank you<3
Oh goodness, I do not want to think about how long this has been in the ask box. I am so sorry for how long it has taken me to respond. I hope you're still here and you see this!
Full disclosure, I have not been able to proof read this. I am currently home sick with fever, and just wanted to spend a little time catching up on here. Forgive me. 💜
Composure| Shinobu Kocho
Word Count: 1297
Setting: Shinobu Kocho x gn!reader, short
Content Warnings: undertones of gaslighting, cheating
Summary: when jealousy seizes the Insect Pillar's tongue, she must face the fact that her roundabout ways of apologizing, are not enough.
A/N: if you are enjoying the concept of a fight with Shinobu Kocho, you may enjoy these Quarreling and Gifting Headcannons.
Fingers laced across her forehead, trailed from her brow to the pinches of her eyes. Lashes that folded over an exhausted gaze that flittered amongst the miscellaneous trinkets amongst her desk. Medical texts askew, papers stuck out at odd angles depicting varying states of upcoming matter. Kocho trimmed nails caught in the corner of her eyes the memories causing her brow to furrow. Her nose quivered at the bit of her teeth touching her lip. Nagging bile that ate away at her stomach as the depths of night touch aster glowered at the nick-knacks that cluttered her sacred workplace.
Medical text that had been poured on from her formative years, test samples dripped in depths of wisteria displaced from their devoted placement. Askew from the norm, chemicals and scapples pushed to the edges of her desk, foregone in place of small little spiders. Collected in the depths of the night, procured from under brushes. Leaves that decorated their home bundled into their captivity. The marks of dirt imbedded beneath her fingernails, the stray scratch of a branch scathed across her cheek, haphazardly buried beneath a bandage. Its care was neglected, marred by her frustrations as the lady Kocho’s eyes followed their delicate long legs, delicate specks of yellow across their limbs and embodied in their thorax engulfing their partner’s delicate pattern. Tender as lovers dissatisfied by the Insect Hashira’s captivity, and uninterested in the nourishments she provided. The silver beneath the moonlight that filtered from windows danced amongst the delicate dew of their webs. As luminescent and fragile as the tears that had caught upon the edges of your eyelashes.
The same lashes that dejectedly observed the very arachnids that had greeted your doorway in the early morning. The joy of a sunrise discovery, how you had poured your heart over the depictions of superstitions and omens that tipped the corners of your mouth into a wideset grin, no longer evident at the way you had followed their delicate encounter. How your eyes had strayed to the hinoki floorboards. The delight blanched from your features as your socks touched upon the Japanese cypress in small tip toed motions down the medic ward. The ghost of past joys haunted the curves of your cheekbone. Such had become the nature of encounters in recent days. The same pressed hallowed gaze that met the tray left upon her doorstep time after time. Uninterested in the offerings left in your care. Unreactive to the intricate curve of the Hashira’s personal kettle, worn through the years. The fray of the wrappings upon the handle having worn from meticulous use. The second cup nestled into the other affectionately dismissed at the gentle close of your door. Rejected the yuzu tea she had cowered from another region. The faint scent of oranges touched upon the air, and poisoning her mood further such as the day she had suffered through the bumbling of ideocracy pressed between the idle chatter of the confections salesmen. How his jovial curve of his lips had ignited her ire, his knowing whispered of young love and the spats that followed. All too foreboding of the untouched monaka treat upon your window seal. The dusk of the night before having touched upon it, the crack of the wafer cookies stale after hours exposure. The sweet scent of anko paste having attracted its ray of pests. The faint hue of wisteria faded beneath sun exposure. How you had once delighted in the blossom shaped, cooed praises of her thoughtfulness no longer uttered in sweet words.
The touch of her fingers that traced the blossom wafers, shattered beneath the smallest amount of pressure beneath her fingertip. Cracked, and shattered confection as were the memories of how you had delicately held it so many years ago. The same lingering scent of yuzu. The smell of citron doing nothing to soothe her nerves as the peels lingered alongside the remnants of other failed attempts of affection across Shinobu’s desk. The bubbling of water that echoed across the room, bubbled and rolled within the small pot. The touch of scales glistening within the moon shine, gleamed in hues of earthen brown. Pulled from the depths of a riverbed, the frays of her uniform soaked. The scent of moss and ichor stained upon the whites of her clothing, given way to the mild earth hues that touched upon her features. The scathing of her fingertips ached, left her feeling like the remnants of filth and ached at the scathing of river rock. Stones that had dug into the flesh of her hands as she dug within the depths in the late hour. Practically bathed in the waste of wildlife. Unwilling to admit how desperately she clung to fanciful attempts at an apology. Dodged encounters, horrified to meet your gaze, trinkets of remorse fallen upon neglect. Her pride writhing at the whispering memory of his name pressed between your lips.
To Convey Wisteria Petals | Gyomei Himejima
Word Count: 1761
Setting: Gyomei x gn!reader (reader is a kakushi)
Content Warning(s): mentions of gore/violence, angst
Summary: continuation of part one, you can find here.
The snap of branches beneath your feet met the wail of your bones. Agonizing strain against seating muscles as you struggled to your feet. The scrape of dirt against your sandals as you pressed forward, the bend of your back deformed and fractured amongst the wreckage of the forest. The tumbled path, forged from the force of giants in a war of strength and blood had carved itself into the mountain side. Rolled down the side, dripped from cliffs left the mourn of life in its wake. Devoid of noise, of warmth, a journey amongst severed branches that snagged at your uniform. Bit at your cheeks and scathed your bones as you struggled exhaustion, and the weight clutched to your pelvis nestled into your stomach. Delicately wrapped in your arms, the sacred will of the warrior lose in its resolve. The weight of entrusted burden is a mere mockery of any training you had received in the kakushi faction. The edge of iron unyielding beneath your fingertips, and the shallow rattle of the chains with each fumbling foot you dared. Brace your form into the mountains as you curled within yourself. The passing of hours deaf to the pains of your bones, the surge of adrenaline that echoed within your ears. Tugged at your corneas, blacked the edges of your eyelashes. The ache of bones that bit back the burden, shuffled forward, and ignorant of the gashes that the mountainside had claimed in your stumbles a victim to the plundering night.
Hey, I'm the person who asked if you quit. I just wanted to apologize for stressing you out, it was really rude of me. I mainly just said that cuz your writing's really good, and I missed reading it (you're a huge inspiration to me). It was wrong of me to pressure you like that, though. You have a life outside of writing, after all, and nobody expects you to just pump out content.
Take all the time you need for work and personal stuff. We'll wait for however long it takes. You're not disappointing anyone 💜
Oh sweetie,
I am so sorry 💜anon. I promise I did not think of your initial response as rude-- i was horribly heavy that day, and felt as though my heart would crush beneath its own weight. Please do not feel that it was you in any way.
I hope you are doing well! Thank you and everyone for their patience with me.

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i love looking through my archive. like "oh, would you look at that? All these posts, particularly catered to me!" I am but a raven resting upon her nest of reblogged treasures.
HOURS WASTED.
I wrote a beautiful, bone chilling horror-- a 10page story of a kakushi facing death, and recalling all of their soft moments with a certain Wind Hashira.
and.
it's.
gone.
Poof! 😭final copy is MIA, and the vague remainder of an idea is left in its wake. I'm obviously going to rewrite it, but guuuuuys my dramatic return fic deleted itself!!!
Did you quit?
The short answer, is no. I have not quit.
HAIII again! God i cant tellj you how much your reply meant to me, and how much i re-read it already! It just puts a smile in my face in this rather down weekend, i hope youre okay btw! Stayin up and strong! Im sorry this reply came out a bit late, since I was overthinking abojt this, i did my best rereading trying to form my interpretation, and i havent really vbeen drawinh kn a while, so im sorry cus im not that great either^_^ bjt this is all igot.Your works inspired me so much, the symbolism, the beautiful writing and dedication. In my heart and to everyone else we know ur awesome!
(NOTE: I ddint think a lot sending my original love message, and realized that I cannot attacht any sort of media while asking anonymously, aswell as it gets removed when I switch to it. So ill have to recurr to showing myself since i just cant leave u without even a crumb.THE THINGS I DO FOR LOVE..)
TAKE CARE OF URSELF!!^_^
LOVE - within reach anon (not so anon anjmore apparentl.y)
oh my gosh! I just... 😭 no i'm fine. I just need a moment----I loved this so much!!! I'm so honored and grateful. It was so wonderful, and thoughtful! Little Tanjiro!!! You captured how the dynamic beautifully--- but Kocho's face when she realized raised by Uzui---- 🤣 has to be the best part!
👉👈
I would like permission to print this, and display it on my desk.
HAIIII or well. "Wsg" haha!
Its been a while (im genuinly not sure how long but atleast im less awkward w my typing now haha!) since i opened tumblr cus damn stuff has been busy but here I am, well........idk if you remember me but i'm the "Within Reach" anon!
Ive been reading ur account once again to get back in tbe mindset since i saw well.ur answer on my old liked posts (kny new season back ón brainrot for me ) and icant tell you how i SQUEALED seeing people were intrifued by my request idea, mostly tbat youenjoyed it! Id say IM grateful to you for hearif me out, your writting is always so beautifully thougtful and tear bringing that it has me sitting on the floor staring at the screen for a while cus WOW! theres always so much detail and thoughts and this last posts little hc part abt this had me JUMPING GIGGLING KICKING FEET! The amount of love in that juzt makes me so joyous...
Anyways, I didn want to request anyhting, i just wantedto pass by and say hello, and appreciate your efforts and writing, im so sure youll be capable ofsoing great things since youre just a perfect example of what being awesome is! Take care!
Love - within reach anon
I cannot tell you how much this meant to me-- to say it meant the world just isn't enough. You have me giggling, and squee. It truly brought my heart so much joy to see this in my inbox. Your ask was so much fun to work on, and I'm so happy to see everyone else appreciating your concept.
When it comes to art, you are always, I mean ALWAYS welcome! 🥹 The fact that you would ever want to is just..... my heart... but only if you're up to it. I hope you never feel pressured or coerced to create. It's much more important to me that you are taking care of yourself! 💜If you find yourself with time, or want to, I would LOVE to see what you come up with.
Take care, and do your best!

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Along with the huge amount of other, more important things going on with this meeting, Solas also experiences the whiplash of seeing one of his old friends noticeably older, gray-haired, and closer to dying, while he has remained exactly the same.
the new trailer has me clutching my old dragon age WIPs
how does pinterest see you?
search up fashion, pantone, mood, food, and then save the first picture that comes up.
ty @mrs-lockley for the tag 🫶🏽 (i am so behind on other tag games but i couldn't resist)
tagging @lunar-ghoulie @flowerpotmage @cositsamarvelfan @virtie333 if you'd like
Jumping in~ ^^ the food is so out of place lmao
tags: open~
this is so cute
(no pressure) tags: @glitchtricks94 @archer-fb @adevoira @kakushino and literally all my moots
wait this is so cute!!!! ty for the tag <33
no pressure tags; @vampcubus @laziawe @helloescapist @junovie and whoever else wants !!!
Okay but like Bell,, yours is perfect.