She's Trying Her Best, Bruce. Cut Her Some Slack.

jinx could shoot me and I’d thank her ⭑.ᐟ

( plz shoot me jinx )

“don’t be afraid, my girl.”

“take me to the shore.”

“i’m not cold…”

“i’m not cold.”

“take my hand…”

“take a hold.”

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song: come - adrianne lenker

This is legit my most favorite page in the whole Kimetsu no Yaiba Manga, because just look at them.

Sanemi and Giyuu who seems to be able to burry their own demons and in peace with themselves, looking with a smile into their future.

The Uzui's just happily spending time together.

And Shinjuro finally able to grief and forgive himself and holding Senjuro's hands as father and son should do.

Bro kyojuro is a WOLF 😭

(via Shadow Breath | Get a Fan-Made Breathing Style)

it’s not a joke anymore

Anime Dances

☆"Powder and metal" Jinx (arcane)☆

Mdni. smut, gun riding, reader fucking jinx's gun, (the gun is unloaded,) degradation, Sadistic!Jinx, praising.

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐

The cool metal of Jinx's gun pressed against you, a stark contrast to the heat pooling in your core. It was heavy beneath you, sleek and firm where you needed it the most. You shifted, rolling your hips experimentally, and a shudder rippled through you at the sensation. The friction was subtle, just enough to make your breath hitch, just enough to make you crave more.

Jinx sat back in her chair, arms sprawled over the armrests, legs spread like she didn't have a care in the world. A cigarette burned lazily between her fingers, but she wasn't paying attention to it. No, her sharp gaze was locked on to you, taking in every little movement, every desperate grind.

"Damn," she muttered, her grin stretching wide. "Didn't think you'd actually do it. But look at you - so eager, so needy. All that squirming just to get a little friction, huh?"

Her words sent a flush through your body, but you didn't stop. Couldn't. The pressure was intoxicating, every slow roll of your hips sending another wave of warmth flooding through you. Your thighs trembled as you found a rhythm, rubbing yourself against the unyielding surface, the rough ridges catching just right.

Jinx let out a low whistles tilting her head. "Look at you, puttin' on a show. And find what? A damn piece of metal?" She chuckled, blowing out a slow puff of smoke. "Kinda sad. Kinda hot."

Your hands gripped the edges of the gun, knuckles white as you rocked against it, chasing something just out of reach. Your breath came in short, needy gasps, and Jinx hummed in amusement.

"Bet you wish it was me instead, huh?" She teased, tapping the cigarette against the edge of the table, ash falling unnoticed. "Bet you're picturing it. That's why you're gettin' so worked up."

Your body tensed at her words, a whimper slipping out before you could stop it. Jinx's eyes darkened, her smirk sharpening into something wicked.

"Oh, you like that," she crooned, leaning forward just slightly. "All worked up over nothin". Pathetic."

You could barely process her words, too caught up in the slow, torturous, friction, the way every shift sent another spark of pleasure curling through you. Your thighs clenched, body shuddering as you pressed down harder, desperate for more.

Jinx just watches, her amusement only growing as you unraveled in front of her. "Keep goin," she urged, voice dripping with satisfaction. "I wanna see how far you'll take this. Show me just how desperate you can get for me."

You whimpered, your movements growing erratic, hips grinding down in shaky, uneven rolls as the tension in your stomach coiked tighter a d tighter. The gun was unrelenting, unforgiving beneath you, the cool metal warming from the heat of your skin. Every tiny shift sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine, your body trembling from the slow, drawn-out build-up.

Jinx flicked her cigarette aside, finally leaning in, her elbows resting on her knees. "That's it, baby," she cooed, voice syrupy-sweet but dripping with condescension. "Work for it. You're already this far gone- might as well make it count."

Your breath hitched, fingers tightening around the weapons edges as you grind down harder, chasing the last bit of friction you needed. The pressures was unbearable, the sensation was too much and not enough all at once.

Jinx chuckled low, drinking in the sight of you. "Y'know," she mused, tilting her head, "I should make you do this more often. Watch you fall apart for me-" She let out a mock gasp, grinning. "-or for my gun, since that's what's really doin' it for ya, huh?"

Heat flooded your face, but you couldn't stop, couldn't think beyond the desperate ache thrumming through your body. Jinx's words only added to it, the teasing, the way she spoke like she owned you, like she was letting you have this just for her own entertainment.

She leaned back again, stretching her arms over her head. "C'mon, sweetheart," she taunted. "Don't hold back now. Show me just how much you love my gun."

And you did.

You gasped, your legs trembling as your rhythm stuttered, movements turning frantic. The coil in your stomach pulled impossibly tight, heat flashing through your veins as your breath hitched, body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your thighs clenched around the weapon, your fingers gripping onto it for dear life as you rode out every slow, shuddering tremor.

Jinx let's out a low, appreciative whistle, dragging her gaze over your wrecked form. "Damn, you really got into it," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

You barely registered her movements as she grabbed the gun from beneath you, lifting it up to inspect the mess you'd made on its sleek metal surface. Her smirk stretched wide, her blue eyes gleaming with something dark and playful.

She turned the weapon in her hands, tilting it toward the dim light. "Look at this," she murmured, dragging a finger along the surface. "Didn't think you had it in you. "

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she held it out to you.

“Go on, sweetheart,” she purred, her voice syrupy sweet but taunting. “Taste yourself.”

Your breath caught, another wave of heat flooding through you at her words. Jinx tapped the barrel against your lips, her grin never faltering.

“What’s wrong?” she murmured. “You weren’t shy a second ago.”

She leaned in just a little closer, voice dropping to a whisper.

“Be a good girl and clean up your mess.”

Your breath caught, another shudder rolling through you at her words. Jinx tapped the barrel against your lips, her gaze locked onto yours, waiting.

After a moment’s hesitation, you parted your lips, your tongue flicking out to taste the cool metal. The sensation sent another flush of heat through your body, a quiet sound escaping you before you could stop it. Jinx’s smirk widened, her pupils blown as she watched you.

“That good, huh?” she teased, voice thick with amusement.

Then, without warning, she leaned in, prying the weapon from your fingers with ease.

“Lemme see for myself,” she murmured, her voice dropping lower, rougher.

Before you could react, her mouth was on yours—hot, unrelenting, tasting you like she owned you. A slow, deliberate drag of her tongue had your knees threatening to buckle, the heat between you crackling like a live wire. She hummed into the kiss, savoring the moment before pulling back just enough to smirk against your lips.

“Mm,” she murmured, her breath fanning over your skin. “You do taste sweet.”

You should definitely watch the short film but in short:

4 teenage girls at a slumber party preform an summoning ritual of an ancient demon. The point of the ritual is to find love. In turn they will other a human sacrifice to become the demon’s bride.

In short, into of going after the one who was offered as a sacrifice, the demon went for someone who was also present and preforming a ritual.

I also like using Gyomei because one there’s not a lot of books/short stories/etc.. of him and because he’s unpredictable, you can really mold him anyway you want as long as it fit his personality as shown in the show.

NOTE: PLEASE READ

Hey guys long time no see

It’s been a while Hasn’t it? Lol

I hope you all are well, I am doing okay. In case you didn’t know, a lot has happened with me personally and a took and LONG break from posting.

This week has been hectic, with prom and exams, etc..

But I’m pretty much am going to be free soon with a lot of free time on my hands so why not write a book?

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I recently watched a video from youtube it’s called “Me and the Devil” from the channel goodchills studio and I love that short film so much I decided to do a book off it using the video as my base

As you grow, you learn a lot of lessons and I’ve learned to do things when you’re still excited about doing them because of you procrastinate it won’t be interesting to you anymore

And that’s how a lot of potential and ideas go to waste.

Originally, I was going to make this a demon slayer fanfic; Gyomei Himejima x reader (my boi don’t get enough appreciation)

But I want you guys opinion on it.

I’m only doing HASHIRAS

Remember, I make the final decision. 🎀

Oop!

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