#BODISATTVA. is a AU blog for HASHIRA!DOUMA from Kimetsu no Yaiba. Written by Angel.
Hello and welcome to my blog! This'll mostly be a small and personal little space for musings and rp.
Casual RP. Beware untagged spoilers!
18+, and incredibly dark topics will be discussed ( with all triggers tagged ). Content warning for mentions and discussion of cults, religion / religious trauma, child abuse, cannibalism.
@lordfounder for my portrayal of Douma as a demon.
Guidelines below.
Basic RP etiquette applies. Do not control my character without my permission, in character =/= out of character. Other than that, you're welcome on my blog! I hope you enjoy!
Fandom is a space meant for everyone to enjoy. Period. Bigotry of any kind, racism, sexism, transphobia, etc. Will not be tolerated. If I catch you engaging in any of these behaviors it's an immediate block from me.
Do not involve me in interpersonal drama. Roleplay is a fun hobby to me, and drama exhausts me. And to be frank, I am too old to care to keep up with who did what and why. I don't engage in dogpiles. I am just here to write my characters and stay in my lane. However, if any issues were to arise, I'd prefer to talk it out like adults. But if you'd no longer wish to interact for whatever reason, feel free to hard block me. There will be no hard feelings.
I am neither pro-ship nor an anti, nor do I care what camp you fall into. I'm just here to do my own thing. I will be exploring darker content on this blog: Including manipulation, cults, cannibalism, obsession, twisted dynamics among other things that come with the muse. I do have hard limits, however. I will not interact with you if you engage in noncon, underage smut, or adult / underage muse ships. All triggers will be tagged accordingly. And as always, if you need something tagged do not hesitate to let me know!
I run my blogs primarily on an interest basis, I also manage a household and I work. So my activity will fluctuate and be sporadic. I manage chronic depression and unmedicated ADHD both so I will probably be all over the place. IRL > Anything else. I will always prioritize the comfort level of a mun over writing and roleplay.
OCS. I love them. Feel free to send them my way, just be sure to have a page where I can read about them and we're golden. I am also duplicate friendly.
I am tentatively open to shipping on this blog. But I require there to be chemistry or a dynamic to the ship before considering it, I prefer to write ships if we've interacted before. This is purely for my own comfort and because of personal experiences in the past. I will not be posting smut or sexual content on this blog. So anything veering into that territory, I will ask to move to discord or another platform.
" Man... I drew her like a bug AND I'm getting heckled, but thinking about it... maybe I'll draw Kyoujuro-kun as a lion. Inosuke-kun is a boar, obviously. But Hakuuji-kun is a tiger, 100%."
Inosuke would have loved to claim that he was far from done, that he had plenty of energy left, and that he would rather explode than give up... Unfortunately, he has turned into an icicle.
Despite how ✨Whimsical✨ and fun Douma portrays himself as, his training is perhaps one of the harshest and most difficult out of the Hashira. And it is a huge reason why he cannot retain students, they end up quitting because their bodies give out halfway into the training.
Frankly, he'd rather them quit right then and there than throw themselves into certain death against demons.
This too is a reason why he has yet to take in a tsuguko. Though frankly after losing Ume and Gyutaro, he abandoned the notion all together.
Long time no see. Inosuke will greet him with an attempted dropkick.
The blow lands CLEANLY on the hashira's head— THUNK! Heel to skull! A decisively hollow sound rings out across the entire training room. Douma stands, seemingly unfazed by the kick.
There appears to be nothing in there...
"Oh! So that's where you were! Pretty good sneak attack too, you sure got one in over on me!"
There are TWO things that are absolutely certain in this world, death, and Douma manifesting nearby whenever he smells food being cooked. You'd think he has some sort of radar for that.
Heavy footsteps thud rhythmically up the hallway, stopping only once they reached the door. The large, looming shadow leans closer, flimsy wooden panels struggle against the weight.
Then, through a small crack in the door, the unmistakable gleam of an eye, peering in from the darkness.
" Hey guys! Long time no see, huh!!"
Is he clawing at the wood..?
"Ha ha ha! Phewwwww... It's kinda cold out here, do you wanna let me in?"
i thought i was a person. i had a life. and now i'm not so sure. / from hakushira
"And now.. you're left to pick up the pieces of who you were, and just... live."
The Ice Pillar mutters pensively, his gaze preoccupied with the lotus garden. No, he avoided meeting Hakuji's eyes. As if the mere act would give him a glimpse of what lay beneath that mask, like placid waters belied a dark abyss.
"I think I understand."
It wasn't like Hakuji to open up like this, and it was not like Douma to speak so frankly in turn. Yet sincerity was met with sincerity.
"... You know, just between you and me, I sometimes don't understand how we are meant to live on like this." Douma catches the Lotus petal between his fingers before it could fall, tracing its shape tenderly.
"Maybe the emptiness fades somewhat if we take the broken pieces of others and fit them against ourselves."
He'd heard young Tanjiro say something like that once.
"Um, guys. So, and walk with me here— haha, asking for a friend, if someone who really likes me says they want to eat me...... Does that make me a snack?"