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[ackersoul]

#knyweek2019 || Day 6

Favorite Demon Slayer: Tokitou Muichirou

[chosenmist]

oops i’ve been over here.

[miststyle]

there  use  to  be  a  thick  fog  within  my  head.   my  memories   ,   my  emotions   ,   were  all  so  hazy.   i  could  not  see  clearly   &   my  hands  were  always  reaching  for  something  that  was  never  there.   i  became  as  elusive  as  mist  itself   ,   evaporating  into  nothingness.

[idcky]

If Neil Josten lived in the Middle Ages

[chosenmist]

' maybe in the next life. we can all be brothers. '

ghostly eyes widen as sanemi’s wish. he never regretted the way he sacrificed himself for his friends… his family. but now muichirou must look upon the scars of his absence, scars that are clearer on non one other than sanemi shinazugawa. and for once, there is remorse in what he did and he wishes he could still be there for the people he has grown to love. tears fall from the spirit’s chin but do not hit the ground – cannot disturb the world of the living. 

maybe they can in the next life… he and sanemi and genya… 

a soft smile touches muichirou’s lips as he looks up at his friend, his teacher, his brother.  “ i’d like that. “

[chosenmist]

i have the faintest idea what to write as a modern verse for this boy.

[uppoompat]

Nam Tae. Don’t forget that I’ll always be by your side.

[chosenmist]

a small head pat. there are tears running down his eyes... he's proud of muichiro !

hazy eyes turn upwards at the gentle giant. expression is quizzical as he wordlessly accepts the small act of affection. the young pillar has been training hard… had gyomei been watching him?  

“ did i do well, himejima-san? “

[chosenmist]

icb mui is the youngest pillar but not the smallest.

[gyojima]

do   you   like   gentle   giants   ?   well,   this   is   mimosa,   and   do   i   have   the   MAN   for   you   !   this   is gyomei   himejima,   the   stone   pillar   from   kimetsu   no   yaiba   !   if   you’d   like   to   interact,   hit   that   LIKE/REBLOG   and   i’ll   check   you   out   !!!

[chosenmist]

HEADCANON: AFFECTION AND DEATH  ( spoilers for ch. 179 )

i always found muichirou’s confused reaction to yuichirou’s dismay very interesting. to me, it was very clear that yuichirou was telling muichirou to stay away because he didn’t want his brother to be dead. but muichirou was confused with that reaction, going so far as to ask yuichirou why he wasn’t proud of him for what he did. i think this is because muichirou directly relates death to love and affection.

the tokitous have a history of dying for each other. when their mother was dying their father took the risk of braving the snow to get medicine for her. ultimately, he lost his life and their mother died from her sickness soon after. then there was yuichirou who only expressed love for his brother  ( remember, muichirou believed his twin hated him at this point ) as he lay dying. his last wish was pleading the gods to spare muichirou and only take him because he was the only bad one.

even if muichirou’s memories were buried, i believe that idea of die to show your love remained with him even as he became a demon slayer. it is clear he has no care for his body and i feel he uses it as a means to convey strong emotions without learning any other outlet. he got stronger and trained to become a swordsman until he coughed up blood for ubuyashiki’s sake  ( becoming a demon slayer was the only path ahead of him ).  he used himself as a shield to protect the swordsmith against the upper moon’s needle attack because he believed they needed saving. he continued to fight against kokushibou even with his hand cut off so the other, less-injured, pillars would have a better chance of getting to muzan.

muichirou is a very tactical person and has shown that he will not risk his life if there is no point. so if he does take injury  ( or even death )  while protecting or fighting for someone it only shows that their life has worth to him. if their life has worth to him then that means he cares about them. and if he cares for them he will die to convey that love. it is what he has been taught. it is what he has always been surrounded with.

[mu-ichirou]

“Stay away! Go back!”

[chosenmist]

' did you see who took the last of the sweets, Muichiro? I promise not to get mad. '

“ huh? “  he looks down at the empty bowl and then back up at sanemi. as a pillar he no longer as any loyalty to anyone but himself. that includes his former mentor.

“ tomioka-san. “

[chosenmist]

rainslayre‌:

   ❛    that   is   how   they   are  …     ❜

initially thinking of nothing Tokito’s words ,  it was like watching a candle’s flame being snuffed out from the lack of wax to keep it burning did the  oblivious  Water Pillar figure it out .   advice ?   from him ?   how odd when it would be much simpler merely asking the others to quiet down   —   the matter would surely be settled much faster that way on both ends ,  would it not ?

        ❛    …   does   that   bother   you ?     ❜

a small nod. arm falls back to his side as eyes continue to look just below giyuu’s gaze. the water pillar’s resigned comment only confirms to muichirou the he has not attempted to quiet the others  ( and that attempting to do so may be fruitless ). a breath of silence -- perhaps giyuu does need more of an explanation.

“ it doesn’t seem to bother you but you’re always alone. “  an honest mistake in thinking tomioka is alone because of how rowdy the others are.  “ how do you ignore them? “

[chosenmist]

SEASONAL AESTHETIC.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.     a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snow storm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost. paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym, training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.     lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3AM, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.     the leaves changing colours. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ). abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amounts of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

TAGGED BY :  stole from @rainslayre​ TAGGING : you!

[chosenmist]

                      i know exactly why i was born.     —-      I WAS BORN TO BE HAPPY!

             muichirou tokitou of kimetsu no yaiba.  adored by oriana.  follow backs from here.

[elliejoys]

“Growing old and dying, is the beauty of the fleeting creature called a human being. Because they grow old, because they die. They are tremendous, loveable and precious. What they call strength, isn’t a word that is used in regards to the body.”