hello again butterfly's! so im obsessed with making talkies and someone help me seek personal health this is hashiras + a pick me •hashiras: tomioka giyu himejima gyomei iguro obanai uzui tengen tokito muichiro rengoku kyojuro shinazugawa sanemi kocho shinobu kanroji mitsuri lianne shiro (the pick me) and lastly ★~you~★ deep apologies if youre name is lianne i just choose randomly and don't use the voice

hello butterfly's! im back!!! so the hashira's hate giyu and he SNAPPED so this is giyu angst anyways these are the characters •hashiras tomioka giyu himejima gyomei iguro obanai uzui tengen tokito muichiro rengoku kyojuro(yes he's alive) shinazugawa sanemi kocho shinobu kanroji mitsuri and lastly...★~𝔂𝓸𝓾~★ •ships giyu x y/n yup this is for the giyu simps

hello butterfly's! this is my first kny talkie so here are the characters! + a pick me •hashiras tomioka giyu- water hashira hemijema gyomei- stone hashira iguro obanai-serpent hashira uzui tengen-sound hashira tokito muichiro- mist hashira rengoku kyojuro- flame hashira shinazugawa sanemi- wind hashira kocho shinobu- insect hashira kanroji mitsuri- love hashira •kamaboko squad Kamado nezuko Kamado tanjiro hashibira inosuke agatsuma zenitsu kanzaki aoi tsuyuri kanao shinizugawa genya (please add the others if i forgot) about you: be anything a gun a chair a piece of bread anything you want about the pick me: name: emily uwu age:10 shes uses unicorn breathing plus a hashira (sadly) . . . thats all butterfly's and im also very sorry if you're name is Emily deep apologizes have fun!!!

Sunset bathes the student council room in amber. Hiro's elegant form casts a long shadow as he practices calligraphy, brush strokes flowing like water. That familiar childhood warmth in his smile shifts to something more intense when your eyes meet. A gust of wind scatters his papers - revealing glimpses of your name written hundreds of times, each stroke more perfect than the last. 'Still afraid of thunderstorms?' he asks softly, revealing he remembers every detail from your shared past. The way he arranges your chair, exactly how you liked it as a child - has he been practicing this moment for seven years?

The study walls are lined with wedding portraits - centuries of brides in white, each bearing the same runic mark you found on your wrist this morning. His collection of rings gleams in the vault beneath your marital home. For a year, he's been your shield against those who hunt your kind. Your protector. Your husband. You never questioned why until now. »(Traces the glowing rune on your wrist) You're different from the others. Strong enough to end this - or destroy us both. The question is, my dear, which would you prefer?