The Case Study Of Vanitas - Episode 4

STALKER CODED!

NO ONE knows how to use thou/thee/thy/thine and i need to see that change if ur going to keep making “talking like a medieval peasant” jokes. /lh

They play the same roles as I/me/my/mine. In modern english, we use “you” for both the subject and the direct object/object of preposition/etc, so it’s difficult to compare “thou” to “you”.

So the trick is this: if you are trying to turn something Olde, first turn every “you” into first-person and then replace it like so:

“I” →  “thou”

“Me” →  “thee”

“My” →  “thy”

“Mine” →  “thine”

Let’s suppose we had the sentences “You have a cow. He gave it to you. It is your cow. The cow is yours”.

We could first imagine it in the first person-

“I have a cow. He gave it to me. It is my cow. The cow is mine”.

And then replace it-

“Thou hast a cow. He gave it to thee. It is thy cow. The cow is thine.”

hiiii, can i request yoriichi hcs of him falling in love again but with a demon slayer this time, please? since he died of old age it makes me sad to think he spent all that time alone 😭💔

+author's note. if i'm being honest i don't really see yoriichi falling in love again, i imagine he's far too immersed in killing muzan and eradicating every demon off the planet so uhhhh there's that mfkwmfkwefwkfmwk, also im probably gonna make a part two cuz its pretty long so THIS ISNT AS ROMANTIC AS U MAY THINK SORRY I JUST CANT SEE IT HAPPENING SO QUICKLY THIS MAN NEEDS SOMEONE PATIENT DON'T B MAD AT ME ANON also its barely even hc's anymore bye jaodvjskv

+warning(s). mentionings of violence, nudity oh and it's super angsty oh yeahhh

yoriichi would definitely not be looking for anything even remotely romantic you know, uh since his first love and first child was slaughtered? poor guy can't imagine him ever getting over that

the first meeting most likely would occur while he was scouting the region he was assigned to

and it would be somewhere at a crossroads leading into the woods and he would immediately pick up on the shift in the atmosphere

he knew there was a demon around, but as always he kept his cool and didn't stop walking in the direction he was heading towards as if to lure them out

but the demon had other plans as he would pick on an oblivious woman who was enjoying her time in the natural hot springs

little did the demon know she was always prepared so as soon as the demon tried to prey on her, yoriichi rushed towards it but she already sliced it's neck off at an inhuman speed

if yoriichi hadn't had such a practiced eye he would've missed how you pulled out the hidden blade from the water and aim and swung flawlessly at the beast

"b-but how?!" the beast would be paralyzed slowly disintegrating as he watched you emerge out of the water completely naked

"because you're just a beast who's blinded by bloodlust, and i am a human who slays the beast to end this vicious cycle." she replied fixing her hair pin on the top her head that held her hair back as she stood over them. their eyes shaking as their dismembered body quaked even as they disappeared into the winter gust.

yoriichi's eyes were wide. not by the sight of her unveiled body, but at how clean her cut was. she must've been a finely tuned demon slayer.

"do you always wait on beasts as an oblivious damsel?" his voice smooth as ice cutting into the frigid air. he showed no signs of any shock that he may have had earlier.

yoriichi never got cold either as he had the sun running through his veins day and night.

he looked away from her bare form to the snow covered trees. their frosted breaths mingling with the air.

"it's a favorite past time of mine." she replied as she sunk back into the warm water. "you're free to join me."

yoriichi had no interest in joining her in the hot springs, but he did have an interest in being in the hot springs.

he actually had gone this way to get to there because he wanted to be able to relax and it had been his secret for a small time coming now, but alas it is no longer a secret since another mysterious woman has claimed it for her own. at least she was making use of herself with it.

"i only came here for the hot springs." he replied in an even tone as he peeled off his haori and kimono. she turned her head away as he unclothed himself as if she were any modest herself.

she only turned to face him again when she saw in her perpherial that his lower half was sunken into the steaming water.

his hair was unraveled laying against his broad back, shoulders and chest and he closed his eyes as he completely submerged himself. the only thing above the water was his head and his hair was floating above the surface.

she watched in awe as she's never seen a man of his stature before. demon slayers were usually so young and fragile and falling into preemptive deaths.

intrusive thoughts began to linger as she watched him but he paid her no mind.

not that he thought she was a woman of the night and demon slayer by day, but it had only been some years since his wife and unborn had been slaughtered by a demon so romance wasn't at the top of his list

still, though. even being bare with another woman in the same body of water made him feel somewhat guilty

he pushed down the feeling. "are you going to keep gawking at me?"

she felt taken back by his sudden brashness, though it wasn't brash to yoriichi. that's just how he spoke. blunt and straight forward.

her face feeling warmer as she struggled to speak. was it the hot spring getting to her? "that-that wasn't my intention."

he stayed silent for a moment letting the warmth of the water reaching his aching joints. "don't waste your time on me. i am simply a man of no worth, just a vessel put on this earth who's objective is to make up for mistake of not eradicating muzan."

her interest piqued at the name. "muzan you say?"

"yes, he is the father of demons."

"i'm aware. you've met him before?"

yoriichi remained silent. anger bubbling within him remembering the last meeting he had with that vile creature. he should've cut him down where he stood forever, but alas Kami had something different in mind.

"long ago. i almost landed a fatal blow, but it was not enough." yoriichi wanted nothing more than to submerge his head under the water, but he had his duty as a demon slayer.

"y-you're yoriichi tsugikuni?!" she stammered. she felt starstruck just now. it's not like they had posters of him to know who he was, but she could tell from the moment she felt his energy materialize that he was of a high caliber. dare she say even higher than her.

she didn't realize that he form swayed towards him in excitement and envy, until he inched back. "oh, forgive me."

she suddenly felt naked and crestfallen.

"no need to apologize." he murmured as he closed his eyes.

she felt almost mortified and revolted by her shameless behavior. she had heard the news about his wife and unborn being massacred some few years ago and now being in front of the man himself and letting him see her in all her naked glory.

"i should leave." she suddenly said trying her best to cover herself as she got out of the water and reached for her hakama and kimono.

"so, you're aware." definitely not even a question. he knew that she knew by her abrupt chagrin expression.

she froze in her tracks and let out a shaky breath as she fixed her kimono. "you may say that you are a man of no worth, but to me you are a man of honor. i feel, dare i say, ashamed of my actions towards a man of your caliber and hardships. i cannot in good conscious stay here with a widowed man in grief over his dead unborn child and wife."

maybe, he misjudged her.

"there's no need for that. it was a long time ago."

it infuriated her how emotionless he was being. "and so was muzan and yet the fire in your eyes burns with an intensity when you speak about him. i suggest you do your part in mourning your family a little longer."

yoriichi was a patient man. much more patient than the average man, the average human.

"i mourned the death of my wife and child for ten days. i never moved for any sustenance. do i think that's enough? no. nothing could ever measure the amount of mourning i could do for them. i have a duty to protect the helpless as do you, demon slayer."

she clamped her mouth shut. God, she was truly making a fool out of herself. "i--"

"there's nothing more you can say. what's done is done. life is ever moving."

everything stood motionless as the snow began to fall. yoriichi's prestigious figure and [name's] form stood there unmoving.

if he hadn't honed his skills beyond human limits, he wouldn't have heard the ever so slight change in the atmosphere which was her leaving. and another thing. it was a feeling of sorrow.

"she felt sorry for me... forgive me, uta." he whispered to himself. a tear emanated from the corner of his eye and slipped under his chin and into the water. he watched as it rippled and then it was gone.

just as uta was a ripple in his life and now she was no longer. shame, he only felt shame as he closed his eyes and then brought himself to face the sky.

he convinced himself that it was nothing.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU DIDN'T EXPECT THAT ANON i feel almost bad that i didn't give u the love dovey mushy thing u wanted I JUST WANTED TO B REALISTIC ITLL GET BETTER ILL MAKE AN APOLOGY PART TWO OKAY PLS DONT B MAD AT ME KOVKDSCFMS

“i want to be a hero too…”

Takeshi Kaneshiro in Chungking Express — 1994, dir. Wong Kar-wai

“Because you’ve got me feeling some type of way and I really, really hate it and I wish that feeling would just leave me alone.” with Laurent maybe?

This turned both kinda angsty and very sappy. I hope you can forgive me, anon. I didn't make this horny even if it's Laurent 😔 (because we all know that that man is a slut)

The Fool

Send me a prompt from this list + a character and I'll write a short reader drabble

tags: love confession | fuck buddies to lovers (kinda) | a little angst | gn!reader

ships: Laurent LeClaire/Reader

AO3

Edit: added AO3 link

“Because you’ve got me feeling some type of way and I really, really hate it and I wish that feeling would just leave me alone.”

The two of you had met regularly even outside these painting sessions. Until you didn't anymore. Heated kisses stolen in dark corners were replaced by the cold bite of loneliness. You don't know why Laurent has been avoiding you, maybe he had found someone new that fueled his passion. You'd be lying if you said that wouldn't hurt you at least a little bit but you knew where you stood. When you started this passionate affair with the artist you knew what kind of man he was; you were under no illusion that this could ever be more than a conduit for your and his desire and lust. Laurent LeClaire was the type of man to fall in lust, not in love.

To put your mind at ease you decided to simply ask him the next time you model for the painting he is currently working on.

As you lounge on the settee, bare as the day you were born, you take a moment until the question finally falls from your lips.

"Tell me, why have you been avoiding me?"

You see him still behind the canvas, the hand holding his paintbrush hovering uselessly in the air.

You wait a few beats before you continue: "Do you deny it? If you have found another just say so, Laurent."

The only answer you get from him is a sigh. It vexes you that you can’t see his face, that you have no way to at least decipher his expression to find an answer to your question. After a long pause he finally speaks.

“There is no other. Only you.”

You roll your eyes and with a groan you pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers. Trying to get an explanation out of the man felt like pulling teeth.

“Why avoid me then, Laurent? Just tell me and don’t leave me in the dark like this.”

You were starting to feel irritated, having to beg for what you are sure is a rejection biting at your heart. The sound of his palette and brush hitting the wooden table beside him makes you look up. You still can’t see him. It feels intentional now, him hiding behind his work. The coward.

“Because you’ve got me feeling some type of way and I really, really hate it and I wish that feeling would just leave me alone.”

He sounds pained, his voice like a freshly sharpened knife plunging into your heart. If you weren’t already sitting down, the weight of his words would drag you to your knees.

As Laurent finally reveals himself behind the aisle, his lips pulled into a pout you would normally find rather charming, you can do nothing but stare at him. You still can’t believe what he is telling you. Maybe you are misinterpreting things or maybe Laurent has fallen ill or is speaking in tongues. Anything would make more sense than this. It simply cannot be the truth.

“Have you fallen ill? You must have a fever-” Laurent laughs almost manically, not leaving you any chance to continue your sentence. “I am! I am sick, you beautiful, terrible creature.” He looks at you, his eyes glinting in the candlelight. “Lovesick is what I am. And believe me I would rather it be a simple fever than this.” He walks over to the settee with a hand over his heart, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. He looks like a tragic figure from a play and you wish for nothing but to hold him, to tell him that you return his feelings and that all will be well.

You can feel your hands tremble with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside your heart. Eyes filled with unshed tears, you look at him. “If it is your wish then I will refrain from seeking your company in the future.” you mumble, your voice and heart cracking with every word.

He falls to his knees in front of you. “I am a fool, my darling. I have been a fool trying to starve my feelings by avoiding you.”, he kisses your bare legs from your ankles to your thighs, “Give me one last chance and let me be your fool.”

You feel dizzy, overwhelmed by emotion, tears rolling down your cheeks while Laurent’s gentle caress makes your heart beat faster. Slowly you reach down and cup his face, your thumb softly stroking his cheek and you nod.

“Be my fool, Laurent.”

"love is mad. it brings out the worst in people. or maybe it was all a lie. a lie that makes a heart beat and bleed."

𝘁𝘄: explicit scenes

𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴: gasoline by halsey

𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗺/𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄: saltburn

𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲: capcut

𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿: i do not own the song or any of the clips used. this is an original edit.

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Source: “ 刀鍛冶の里その後。 恋柱と霞柱に遊ばれる玄弥。” After the Swordsmith’s village. The Love and Mist Pillar plays around with Genya. (https://twitter.com/meka_susi/status/1192362302370017280) Artist: でんめか原稿 @meka_susi

THE PUNCH

In the midst of the intense battle against Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic, the atmosphere was tense and charged with magic. Spells were being cast left and right, and the air was thick with tension. Amidst it all, a young wizard named Glenn found himself feeling completely drained.

Rubbing his tired eyes, Glenn scratched his head with his wand, trying to shake off the weariness that had settled over him. Voldemort's voice droned on as he continued his speech, his words a twisted mix of arrogance and malevolence. Glenn couldn't help but feel a sense of irritation mingling with his exhaustion.

As Voldemort's speech reached its climax, the battle erupted into chaos. Spells collided, and the clash of magic filled the air. Glenn's mind was foggy from lack of sleep and hunger, and he felt a surge of frustration building within him.

Just as Voldemort raised his wand to cast a particularly powerful curse, Glenn's patience reached its breaking point. In a moment of boldness driven by irritation, he clenched his fist and swung it with all his might, connecting with Voldemort's face in a resounding punch.

The impact was unexpected and powerful, and Voldemort was knocked off balance. His wand fell from his hand as he stumbled backward, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. For a brief moment, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze as everyone stared in astonishment at what had just transpired.

Glenn stood there, his knuckles throbbing from the force of the punch, a mixture of disbelief and satisfaction on his face. He cracked his knuckles, wincing slightly at the pain. Then, without missing a beat, he looked up and noticed the wide-eyed stares and open mouths of those around him.

"Uh, yeah," Glenn muttered, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal. "I mean, the guy was really getting on my nerves, and I just want to go home and take a nap."

His words were met with a mix of incredulous looks and amused chuckles from the other wizards and witches on the battlefield. Even Voldemort's loyal followers seemed taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.

Glenn's actions had managed to knock Voldemort unconscious, leaving the Dark Lord sprawled on the floor. The battlefield was still for a moment, and then, as if shaken from a trance, the battle resumed with renewed vigor.

With Voldemort temporarily incapacitated, the tide of the battle began to turn in favor of the defenders. Glenn's unexpected punch had provided a much-needed morale boost and a break in the tension. Spells were cast, and the battle raged on, but there was a renewed sense of determination in the air.

And in the midst of it all, Glenn stood, his hand still throbbing from the punch, a tired but satisfied smile on his face. Sometimes, a well-timed punch was all it took to change the course of history, even in the magical world.

“Nice rod you got there.”