Now, I Just Have The Urge To Start A Small Fic Where Douma's Wife Just Gets Done With His Bullshit And

A new small oc that would be in the Zenmeigan clan, of course, in the Shiranami.

Aurelia Yvaine: The Graveyard Petal of the Demon slayer corps.

She was born in the hidden village, nestled deep within a valley where the forests whispered, and the rivers sang lullabies. Her family lived in a small wooden home woven almost seamlessly into a grove of silver-barked trees. Her mother taught her the language of herbs and the music of the earth. Her father taught her patience and craftsmanship, whittling animal figures that seemed almost ready to leap from his hands.

One bloodstained night, demons descended upon her village, drawn by the scent of life and the whisper of magic. Sumire's parents hid her deep within a hollowed tree, telling her to stay silent no matter what she heard. She obeyed, listening as her village — her whole world — was torn apart. When the sun rose, Sumire emerged to find herself alone among the ruins, the only sound the fluttering of her butterfly companions. In her grief, she discovered her strange power: not only could she guide the butterflies, but through them, she could sense the presence of demons, and even use them to confuse or slow her enemies — small, subtle acts that might mean the difference between life and death.

Though she lacked brute strength, she was trained in a delicate, agile combat style, weaving between demons with the help of her butterfly allies, striking swiftly and vanishing like mist. Some mistook her presence for a sign of death or dreams — a silent girl with butterflies swirling like a living cloak — but among the demon slayers, she became known as the "Whispering Bloom," a hunter who guided lost souls, human and butterfly alike, through the darkness.

Just like Shinobu, she would rely on special poisons extracted from wisteria and enhanced by the knowledge passed down from her healer mother. Her butterflies would carry traces of the wisteria too — soft powder shedding from their wings that slows down demons who breathe it in.

She was trained with Butterfly breathing, but due to it only having three forms:

First Form: Fluttering Waltz — A sudden, spinning movement that releases paralyzing mist from hidden poisons, disorienting the demon.

Second Form: Spiral Bloom — Twirling in a defensive circle, she uses quick slashes that open shallow, poisoned wounds across the demon’s body.

Third Form: Petalstorm Lament — Launches into the air with the aid of her butterflies and rains down a rapid series of poisoned strikes.

She decided to take on Flower breathing as well to help her fight a little bit easier.

And now we'll have Toyotama-hime's opinions on the uppermoons!

Kokushibo:

She basically loves and adores him like any normal girl would with her father, but she also ignores some of his rules about her "not needing to fight" and literally became a martial artist threat to everyone breathing on Earth.

Douma:

She's on the middle ground with him, liking and hating his presence. She has even broken his jaw every time he called her muteness "adorable" because it's actually not fun to not have a voice and be seen as the "perfect victim" because she can't scream for help.

Akaza:

She loves him like he's her second brother, but also doesn't like how he only spars with Hirakugo and not with her. He's also on the firsts to know if she ever makes any small improvement in her passions or likes.

Hantengu:

She just pities him and tries to calm him down in every meeting that's held up, and she's in. She's confused on why he's always so cowardly, but Hantengu (and his lying and conceiving ass) starts to act even more cowardly every meeting to have her attention on him. (greedy attention and comfort whore)

Gyokko:

She likes his art skills and how he also uses his victims for art. She even painted some of his vases with his permission, and they often share ideas on how to become more brutal to reveal the rawness of their victims in art.

Gyutaro and Daki:

She also finds good presence with them, and her and Daki are quite close friends. She, too, as Hirakugo, sees the two of them in Gyutaro and Daki. Daki and her even often times share their kills of people at the end of the night! Hell, the two are even the first to know that Hime makes jewelry from her victims' bones!!

@hantengudelulu @fallstreakfeathers @virtuousweakling

Like? They're just some powerful, sadistic, apathetic to human demons, who have humans as top meals, but ain't gonna rpe? Nah, impossible. I almost think that they rpe more than they eat humans.

Fandom Problem #6009:

I find it funny when antis think me writing a 1 chapter relationship fic between stepsiblings means that itll make millions of stepsiblings wanna date

Yet i could write a 5 fic series each with 50 chapters about a evil dictator, and the fic could have murder, torture, kidnapping and other horrible stuff hundereds of times.

Does anyone think my fic is gonna is gonna make people wanna be a dictator? No

Do people think my fic is gonna make people wanna be a murderer? No

A kidnapper? No

A torturer? No

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I want to feel mini Hantengu between my breasts also imagine him climbing into your panties and...

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Is that supposed to be an insult? Why should I care? I know I am and have my plan to get better, but with your rudeness and attitude, it might not get you well in life.

@virtuousweakling, should I write a smut with Karaku or Sekido demanding too much of a virgin, pure girl? I can see them definitely do that.

Me: ew I hate men don't touch me I'm literally terrified of getting knocked up I will literally end it if I get pregnant this is why I'm a lesbian dont even look at me I hope your dick falls off literally all men should be castrated at birth all men should be born in jail and prove their way out

Balding elderly man with severe mental issues:

Me: daddy you are the head of my house my life my cunt my everything take it baby fuck me fill me with your seed and tell me you have authority over me and spank me when I'm dosobedient let me wrap my legs around you while you dominate me and growl while staring intensely into my eyes as you pound me you're the most masculine king ever please cum down my throat I love men 💯💯💯🌹✨❤️🔥♂️🚻👰‍♀️💖💐

ufotable MOCKTAIL BAR GINZA

The grand opening: April 29th.

Me, when looking at Hantengu:

@hantengudelulu Kokushibo doesn't know how long and good I'd beat his ass. I don't know much of that AU yet, but he ain't having no right to blame her when SHE WAS TRICKED INTO BELIEVING THAT IT'S THE NORMAL DEMON SLAYER UNIFORM!! I JUST HATE IT WHEN WOMEN AND GIRLS ARE BLAMED FOR NO REASON AND BECAUSE OF LIES THAT WERE GIVEN TO THEM!! SHE DIDN'T REQUEST THE UNIFORM TO BE LIKE THAT YOU SIX EYED, EMOTIONLESS PIECE OF SHIT!! ASK FIRST WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE YOU JUDGE MY INNOCENT AND GENTLE BABY!!!

((Still love it btw. It's an interesting one that definitely shows the truth of how bad things can be))

Red Concubine-Mitsuri

So working on Mitsuri's arc and man trying to capture Kokushibo's' misogyny is a hard one as it would be different from Zohakuten's. Anyway a sneak peak:

“I hope you have been trained to my satisfaction,” Kokushibo said calmly, but with quiet disdain. “Your shameless attire and behavior as a Hashira were unbecoming—even before His Majesty’s rule.”

Mitsuri’s fingers curled against the fabric of her kimono. She knew better than to react, to let the flicker of shame reach her face.

“You wielded a sword, baring your legs and chest like a common foot soldier, exposing yourself as though you were no different from a man.” He commented. 

“You should have known better. You brought shame to your family, acting and dressing little better than a harlot.”

Mitsuri bowed her head lower. She had been trained for this—to accept his words without resistance.

“You will learn what it means to carry yourself as a woman of worth.”

His gaze burned into her, as if daring her to object. She did not.