You Better Not Mess With My Gang! Or You'll Be Messing With

Giving an applause to the kakushi that ran over Muzan with a car so he would die under the sun.

𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙣

( 𝗬𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗶 𝘅 𝗨𝘁𝗮 )

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She always made sure to hold his hand tightly.

The first day Yoriichi decided to come and live with Uta, the girl took a hold on his hand and lead the way to her home, her tight was strong.

It was as if she was afraid he would leave.

Since then, whenever they both went out together, Uta had always held his hand in hers. She had asked once if he felt uncomfortable with it and would rather her not to do it.

Yoriichi answered by gripping her hand in his.

He was happy.

Very happy.

His face didn't show his true feelings, but the small action from Uta made his heart fluttered. He noticed that it was something that calmed Uta down, as she sometimes had nightmares when sleeping and he would reached out and hold her hand, and she would immediately calmed down.

10 years later, married, even as adults, she would still hold his hand. She was still worried that he would leave her and she would be left alone again.

Yoriichi would gripped her hand and reassured her that, he would always stay by her side.

He would never leave her.

But she did.

Yoriichi would never forgive himself for coming home late that night. His mistake had caused his wife and unborn child to be murdered. If only he had returned quicker...

And so he cradled Uta's corpse in his arms gently for the next 10 days, tears already dried from the constant crying.

He held her hand in his. Her skin was so cold, no warmness on it like he usually felt. He regretted letting her hand go that day. She must have felt so lonely. She died a lonely death with their unborn child.

His grip around his wife's hand tightened.

What he would give to have her hold onto him again...

𝘈/𝘯 : 𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳

[ Demon Slayer × Trollhunters idea ] (3)

" Helping others often ends up helping yourself. "

Angor Rot can't help the scoff that breathes out of him in reply to the boy's response. Tanjirou remains unwavering, his eyes never leave the assassin troll.

Well, the former assassin troll now. The ring containing his soul glistens on his finger.

" That is your answer? " Angor presses on with a hiss. " You managed to persuade the Trollhunter to return the ring because you only want to help? Do you expect me to bow in gratitude, whelp? "

" I didn't persuade Jim, I merely told him my piece. " Tanjirou hums, his dark red hair swaying in the movement of the windy night. " I told him that it was always yours. Nobody has the right to control others through such means. "

This boy holds the same caution in his stance that Angor had seen with the Trollhunter's, but his eyes have no fear nor hesitation in them. He feels unsettled, not knowing what to make of the way this boy looks at him.

Fear keeps you alive and aware. If this boy is afraid of him, he does a flawless job in disguising it in sight and scent. Angor takes a step forward, foot barely grazing the grass of the boy's home property.

Tanjirou remains indifferent. His gaze stays the same and Angor snarls at how it reminds of the untouchable, warmth of the sunlight --

" Did you not think I might have attacked your friend when I got back my soul? "

" I did. Jim thought the same too. But I told him to be prepared for that scenario. You didn't attack Jim, so that's good. "

Angor narrows his eyes. " Such naivety. " Yet his words carry nothing, he's aware, because if anything, this boy doesn't seem idiotic.

" You're here just to ask me questions. Although it would have been nice if you didn't sneak around in the first place. " A displeased tone in his voice as he puffs. " I almost thought you were a robber if not for your scent. "

Scent. This boy has an enhanced scent of smell. Angor's eyes dart to the small axe in the boy's hand, taken when he had emerged out of his house to confront him with the thought that he was an intruder.

" I could've been coming here to attack you. Perhaps as a bit of warning for the Trollhunter, maybe? " The troll mimics a motion of unsheathing his blade.

" Will that be your choice? "

Angor Rot goes still.

" Will you continue to pursue the Trollhunter? " Tanjirou continues, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. " Despite being free from being controlled again? Do you intend to continue your reputation as the Trollhunter's assassin? You can choose what you want now, walk on the path you prefer. It doesn't have to be in a violent one. "

There's a faint sound of inhaling, and Angor notes the way the boy's chest expands and the twitch in his muscles.

For the first time since their talk tonight, he goes into a stance, bringing his arms up and resting his hands in a crossing pose over his shoulders, the axe being tightly gripped in his hold.

" If that is your choice, " Tanjirou says, " then, right here, right now, I will take your life. "

(In the distance later on, where Angor Rot has corrected the boy's assumption and walks away to find another path for his future, he sometimes wonders what would have happened if he had taken another step forward. The boy's eyes glared on his neck back then, but his axe was small, and a troll's skin is thick and hard to cut.

And then Angor remembers the boy's gaze, of how it resembled the gentle warmth of the sun and at the same time, the prickling heat that burns through his skin if made contact. His senses had screamed danger despite not picking up any hostile intention.

Somewhere in the future, Angor finds himself protecting the Trollhunter Jim from Gunmar and aiding him in the battle, and his golden eyes find Tanjirou swinging his blade through the Gumm Gumm soldiers without breaking a sweat.

When the boy notices him and beams, his past words echoing, Angor Rot finds it reasonable to have a sense of wariness and fear for the boy because he resembles the sun; bright, warm and deadly.)

Can we please see more of your KNY Roleswap AU?

What was his name again? That boy had a twin too, right? They were with the Kakushi, but right now, as Nezuko wiped away her sweats, she noticed that this twin was alone and wasn't in an attire like the kakushi. Instead of the brown uniform set with masks, the boy wore something resembling a slayer's. He was sitting by himself on the porch, and despite the cloudy eyes, his eyebrows were furrowing as if he was in a deep thought.

Nezuko decided to greet him.

" Excuse me. " She said with a bright smile. " Hello, I am Nezuko. "

The boy snapped out of his trance, turning to look at her. He blinked, not responding to her for a moment before nodding.

" I know you. You're the slayer that carries a demon around. "

The girl scratched her cheek, her smile turned nervous. " Guess I don't really have a good reputation now, do I? You're one of the twin right? I've seen you working with the Kakushi. "

" Yes. I am Tokitou Muichiro. " The boy introduced himself.

Nezuko took a seat next to him. " If I may ask, why are you wearing a different uniform than before? Did the fabric tear or something? I can fix it! I am very good with needles and sewing! " She patted her chest confidently.

Muichiro tilted his head, a ghostly smile on his face as he looked down to his uniform. " The Moon Hashira gave it to me. He's...a relative. " His expression dropped, a rather sad pout made with his lips. " When my twin and I were toddlers, our parents were attacked by a demon. The Moon Hashira saved us and took us in. He started to train us to become slayers but then we decided to stop halfway and instead became a kakushi instead. "

" I am not one to judge, but why stopping halfway? " Nezuko wondered.

Muichiro sighed. " My brother suddenly claimed that he didn't want to become a slayer -- he also forbid me to become one too. The Moon Hashira -- Kokushibou -- respected out decision and let us be. But I know Kokushibou was disappointed. He saw potential in me and my twin. This uniform was a handmade for me when I become a slayer. It didn't happen, but I am wearing this right now because my kakushi uniform got dirty and is currently being hung under the sun. This is the only one clothing I have for now. "

" I see. " The dark-haired girl hummed. " So...since you went along with your brother, I guess you didn't want to become a slayer? "

Muichiro flinched, a single sweat dropped. He bit his lips and looked away, earning a suspicious look from Nezuko. She leaned forward a little, trying to get a better look on the boy.

"...You want to become a slayer? "

With hesitance, and very slowly, Muichiro nodded, glancing at her from his shoulders.

Nezuko frowned. " Then why didn't you say anything to your brother? To Kokushibou-san? "

" It's...not that easy, Nezuko. My brother -- Yuichiro -- I know that he means well and he always takes care of me...but he has a rather violent reaction. I am sure he would be angry if he knows that I am still willing to become a slayer. "

" Have you try talking to him? "

" I shrunk at the high volume of his voice whenever he yells. "

" Well, this is unfair to you! " Nezuko huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. " If your brother can't even listen to you, then I am going to make him! "

Muichiro's eyes widened at the sight of the girl going to her feet, a stern expression on her face as she placed her hands on her hips. He unconsciously grabbed the sleeve of her shirt, tugging her back down.

" I don't think that would be wise. " He reasoned, still surprised at how she immediately decided to face Yuichiro to defend him.

Nezuko turned, slipped her hands around the boy's hands and held it firmly. " If it's not me who do the talking, then you will! You have a voice to defend your right! It's the heart that drives the people, Muichiro. If your heart tells you to follow the path of being a slayer, then follow your heart! "

She patted his shoulder encouragingly. " You can do this! I wish you good luck! All right, I need to go back to training or Douma-san will hunt me down. See you again, Muichiro! Oh, and if your brother still refuses to listen to you, then tell me and I'll go straight to him."

The girl turned and walked away. Muichiro stuttered a little and stumbled in his steps as he stood up. " Wait! W-What will you do if you have to go see my brother? "

Nezuko turned around. " I'll make sure to talk some sense into him! Everyone has the right to voice out their opinions. You have the right to decide what you want to be, Muichiro. You can be whatever you want to. No one else should tell you what you have to be. Just you. "

When she gave him a smile, it was as if the air was knocked out of his lungs. Is it the lighting? She looked as twice as beautiful than the first time he saw her. Muichiro felt his neck getting warmer, noticing there was an increasing beating of his heart in his chest.

" Take care! " Nezuko waved her arm, disappearing into a corner.

Muichiro looked down to his uniform, his hands twisting the fabric in his grips. He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. One last deep inhale and exhale, he opened back his eyes and a flash of determination were seen in his eyes.

Time to seek Yuichiro.

I wanna a Transformers fic with Miko successfully making the Autobots using gen Z slang

Sonic Movie 3 SPOILER

Did some sketches and also the doomed siblings 🥹

I really hope Shadow would join the lil family in the next movie because that boy needs all the love he can get 😭

And Amy!!! I love how she looks at the after credit. If they're going in with her crush on Sonic, I hope it'll be done appropriately. Also I would kinda like it if Amy would casually hit on Sonic and makes him a flustered mess, that'd be funny to see

Also also hoping Amy would be bestie with Maddie and Shadow because why not :D

Facts about Kibutsuji Fumiko

When Muzan was still sick and ill, she was the only one who takes care of him.

She practically raised him herself.

She got into an abusive marriage that lead to her first child to be killed and she to be murdered as well

Got reborn in the modern world

She still remembers her previous life

Became a herbalist because she always regret not knowing medical herbs that would have helped Muzan with his illness

Friends with a zoologist and a doctor, so she knows a lot of their work fields

Got hit by the usual truck-kun and go to the Taisho Era

Is very shook to see her weak brother now is the strongest demon

Not a really good person nor a bad person

she just do what she wants

like Muzan, but without violence

She knows what her brother is doing his wrong,

but all her life she wanted him to live healthily and does what he wants

so she let him be because she loves him

Got spoiled by her brother ever since she reunited with him

Fumiko likes hanging out with the Uppermoons

Douma and Daki gossiped that Fumiko might have a crush on Kokushibou because she hangs out with him the most

Fumiko flinched every time someone near her raises their hands to do something else ( scratching their head, etc )

Muzan recognised this to be the trauma from her abusive marriage and forbid the demons to do any violence in front of Fumiko

I just realized this is the first time I have ever drawn all the Gramlocks lol

[Masterlist]

Tw : Blood

I am sorry.

Well, not really.

:D

I am mixing bits of Anime Sanji and Live Action Sanji, so here's part 1! (Masterlist)

Edited: the one that wants to be tagged before, @manhwabtch