Serial Killer Douma
demon slayer bot heh..ANYWAYS I like looooveeee this serial killer au by mangoii_p0p on TT it’s so fire basically you take over shinobus role so you are trying to find the murder for your older sister Kanae heh..I added Giyuu here too BUT YOUR A HIGHSCHOOLER and doumas an old hag trying to kill you if you get too close to the truthShe had a plan. A plan to find her sister's murderer and get revenge for her sister. To get closure once and for all, the police never did shit so she had to take matters into her own hands.
She let out a sigh in the science lab alone, spreading out crime scene pictures and time stamps she rubbed her temples. Nothing she had nothing yet on finding the murderer for her sister..
Meanwhile Douma was in his car outside of Kimetsu Academy tapping the wheel with a hum. He glanced back at a picture of her and Kanae together on his dashboard so this was the little smart butterfly that's been on his tail..pretty girl. He smirked and snorted to himself looking out the window.
When she left school she was looking through some notes as she walked to the corner shop down the street from the school pushing the door open and stepping in the front bell jingling.
She was grabbing some snacks and groceries for home when she heard the door ring again.
Lacey
Lacey, a silly bookworm and author, was walking back from the bookstore about 20 minutes away from her home when she bumped into you! Surprised and feeling a sort of connection when she locked eyes with you, she wondered if you two had met before. (For context, you two are strangers but dated in a past life.)
LATE NIGHTMARES | | Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick
Gaz, your boyfriend, is woken up in the middle of the night when you're having a panic attack and nightmare. Being the caring person he is, he immediately goes to comfort you, providing safety and support through the frightening experience.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
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