Latest Posts by yagirlbeppie - Page 2
So many paths to follow and no wizard gps...
i’m so so so so so so so fucking sick of “women with a time machine: hehe i’m ur granddaughter” “women’s bathrooms: omg can i borrow a lip gloss” “women playing games: omg i get to have a kitty so cute” and some “epic” or whatever male counterpart to the meme SHUT UP SHUT UP WHEN ARE WE GONNA STOP PRETENDING THERE ISNT CRAZY AMOUNTS OF UNDERLYING MISOGYNY IN “women: lame, monolith of femininity and shallow thought - men: awesome badass crazy” I HATE THAT THIS STUPID MEME FORMAT IS SO COMMON AND NO ONE PICKS UP ON HOW MUCH MODERN MEMES HATE WOMEN
btw if i get any “radfems” harassing me with “it’s just a joke, stop being sensitive and stupid” again ur getting blocked for not having a functional brain, im not even arguing w it
when he got back from africa
pain mode
On today's episode of KNY duos
I need to see them more, this demonic duo
Incorrect word used, sorry. It should've said " copying Genya "
Gotogue didn't have an arc of them together cause there will be only chaos.
Best friends, platonic, romantic partners, I can see them with anything. I really want to see Genya with Nezuko's power tho.
Da braid train! Yaaay!
sillies
yeah i gave up but bun buddies!!!
it’s really important to me when men put their heads in women’s laps. one of the most important things i can see on my tv. men laying their heads in women’s laps or men sitting and women standing and the man holds her around the middle and presses his face into her tummy as she hugs him around the shoulders. two very important poses. extremely soul igniting tableaux.
reposts with credits are fine!!
Lo que habría dado por verte crecer, mi dulce Genya
just wanted to scribble au Genya
also, edited this official art :3
TANAOI- SOULMATE AU
The happiest woman in the world.
Summary:
Aoi had considered herself blessed. She had had a pretty house, lovely parents and had been born with a soulmark. You'll be the happiest woman on the world, her mother told her. And sweet and young Aoi had believed in her words. But of all the possible scenarios she had imagined on her head, this one had nothing to do with any of them. It was unexpected and scary. And she wasn’t sure if it was welcomed at all. Why did the demons had to get involved on every single aspect of her life? I won't fall, she repeated to herself as if it were a mantra. She refused to take the leap. Or Tanjiro is Aoi's soulmate and she doesn't know how to deal with the pressure of it all.
Shinobu had asked her to be in charge of a particular trio of mizunotos found in the Natagumo Mountain. One of them in particular had grown quite an image. According to the news, he was said to have violated the rules, bringing a demon –who he had claimed was his younger sister– along to the battle. The slayer had claimed that she still held humanity, and would be incapable of hurting anyone.
That sounded impossible to her. She had seen demons, and witnessed the cruelty and pain they brought with them. Always full of bloodlust. So she didn’t find it possible to fight along them. But Oyakata sama had given resolution to the situation so it wasn’t her place to judge.
It was deep in the night when she finally approached the room. She opened the door and introduced herself in the room, finally getting sight of the boy who was the protagonist of the rumors of the moment. Given his story, she had expected that boy to be some kind of punk with a strong appearance, but he wasn’t. Despite being deep in sleep, Aoi found that his face and features seemed gentle. It threw her out of balance, it seemed she had judged him very soon.
He had pretty hair, that much she could give him. It looked like some kind of burgundy tone, though it looked darker against the moonlight. And those sure were a pair of flamboyant earrings.
She checked on the clipboard about his state.
Kamado Tanjiro.
So that was his name, huh?
It seemed he had been pretty beat up. According to the record right on her clipboard, the slayer had gone through multiple cuts, abrasion on face, arms and legs. Sprains all over his body, plus pulled muscles and contusions on his lower jaw.
He has been sleeping since his arrival in the afternoon. He must be tired.
She set down to work and started updating his vitals. And while checking on his temperature she found out that he was going through a fever. Her mind immediately ran through all possible scenarios for that outcome. It was most likely a product of tiredness or an undetected and infected wound.
Embracing her role completely she quickly started to inspect his body in look of the wound according to the information on his registry. The blue eyed girl paid special attention to the abrasion on his face, the one over his cheekbone seemed to be getting nasty. It was shallow, but it covered a good amount of space on his skin, and was starting to get that characteristic yellow color that indicated an upcoming infection.
The moment she posed her hands on his face to treat it the boy reached up and captured her wrist with his hand, holding it and keeping it in place.
"Let go of me!" she found herself saying. Aoi certainly hadn’t expected him launching himself like that and much less couldn't she continue with her job if he kept restricting her movements like that.
"Your hands are cold," he said sluggishly. It was most likely that the fever had fried his brain at that point. Yet at the moment it didn’t matter. Aoi found herself in shock.
He, that boy, had just pronounced the words that were etched on her skin.
Your hands are cold.
She found herself panicking, the desire to flee from there kicking instantly. This wasn't supposed to happen like that.
Before she could react the boy's grip slackened letting go of her wrist, his hand limply falling back to its previous place and his mind slipping back to unconsciousness. Aoi took two steps back, her hands felt clammy and the beating of her heart was right on her ears.
The room felt too small for her, she needed space. Would it be wrong to go and let him like this? She shook her head, he was her patient.
Setting aside her emotions she put on her medical façade and ran in medical mode from there on: accomplishing her task, composing his clothes and tucking him before leaving the room. Her mind and heart a mess.
Why? Why did her soulmate had to be related to the demon slayer corps? There was nothing but suffering on that field. She refused to come to terms with it.
I'm trying to promote ma fic since the views and kudos arent't doing that well and its kinda demotivating, just a little uwu
If you feel curious about the context heres the link to my fic! I'll love to have you there~
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61286977/chapters/156639085
See ya there~
Isn't it like sooo wrong that once we grow older we get catcalled the less?
How old were you when you were first catcalled?
Under 11
11-12
13-14
15-16
17-18
18+
I've never been catcalled
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piplup grain entrapment
shin and sai
type of photos their grandchildren found hehe
Hello! I jus wnna say i deeply love your muinezu fanfictions :D muinezu is my comfort ship and makes me happy when im sad!! I cry out of happiness seeing other ppl love muinezu too and im not the only one😭 thank you for writing the two amazing muinezu fics! :D your writing is SOOOO GOOD You gotta teach me one day! >:D
You are so sweet! This is the reason why I write, knowing that someone enjoys what I do fills my heart with so much joy. I have no words to tell you how happy I feel right now! Thank you so much!
"The long way home" (Chapter 4) MuiNezu fic 🩷🩵🩷
https://archiveofourown.org/works/57495958/chapters/157389928
Relationship: Kamado Nezuko/Tokitou Muichirou
Summary:
There was something on her that caught his attention. He noted that her hair was dark brown, it flowed down her back into some messy braids. She had the appearance of a child. That thought passed to the background once he noticed that her eyes were locked on his.
His pupil dilated, the fog cleared for a moment. They were pink, and he got the feeling that they should be a little bit more lavender. Like the pebble on his pocket.
“Have we met before?” he blurts. It happened in a small fraction of second, he could swear something alike recognition passed in her eyes. Then she cracked what Tokito supposed was a smile in his direction.
Or
Nezuko and Muichiro met when they were younger.
I'm tryinna make internet friends, so don't be shy and leave some comments! Maybe, if you like, pleaseeee!
🍃🐜
Es por ti, mamá. Aunque a veces creas que estoy loca y me veas mal. Siempre es por ti, mamá
Daughters do not have to inherit the silence of their mothers.
Ijeoma Umebinyuo
me as a writer
Wait, but I do not write porn :(((
Yet 🥵
fanfiction is so awesome. some of the most brilliant writers youve ever met are writing the most crazy porn youve ever seen. does that not move you
remember to leave a man the moment he disrespects you
12 years have passed, and I still love and adore him so much
soul eater episode 6 | the new student: kid's first day at the academy - will it be an entrance to remember?
WE ARE HAVING A TANAOI FIC!!!
Relationship: Kamado Tanjiro/Kanzaki Aoi
Summary:
Aoi had considered herself blessed. She had had a pretty house, lovely parents and had been born with a soulmark.
You'll be the happiest woman on the world, her mother told her. And sweet and young Aoi had believed in her words.
But of all the possible scenarios she had imagined on her head, this one had nothing to do with any of them. It was unexpected and scary. And she wasn’t sure if it was welcomed at all.
Why did the demons had to get involved on every single aspect of her life?
I won't fall, she repeated to herself as if it were a mantra. She refused to take the leap.
I really like this ship, though I know it may be a little controversial for the ones who are married to the canon, so be nice and respectful :))
I'm tryinna make internet friends, so don't be shy and leave some comments! Maybe, if you like, pleaseeee!
https://www.instagram.com/p/CPGnLwwjaUO/?utm_medium=copy_link
Like this is so sad, only people who have been there know how much it means.
I remember being 4 yo and being hating my body since then. And I think now: I was four! 4yo aren't supposed to notice "blemishes" in their perfect tiny bodies like that, what the hell?! I remember, comparing my body to the slimmer girls on kinder garden. Remember my mother saying mean things. Remember my brother doing stupid jokes abt having a fat sister and posting them on fb. Remember my teachers being a-holes. Remember dancing on the border of eating disorders. Remember provoking me gastritis due to starvation in a stupid attempt to loose weight. And the list goes on.
And god, it hurts so much to remember how much I hated my body back then. I didn't deserve that, I was just a girl
I will never forgive society for conditioning me to look in the mirror and see my natural form as ugly from a young age