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[demcnsden]

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Penned by Ziggy. Sideblog to particlecreator. Low activity and Private. Please read the rules and the about page. Mun 26+/Minors DNI

[demcnsden]

Blog Clean Up

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[demcnsden]

Blog Clean Up

I’m going to be cleaning out my followers list for inactive blogs ((like 5+ months no hiatus announcement)) or if we haven’t interacted yet. I know some newer mutuals are safe. Please like this if you are still interested in remaining mutuals

[noahsresources]

A-Z NSFW HEADCANON MEME !

i know this has been done several times before, but if by chance any of the following questions appeal to you specifically, you've come to the right place! this meme contains NSFW content, so adults only please! ♡

afterwards — what kind(s) of aftercare do they like being given? do they like giving their partner aftercare? do they fall asleep quickly after sex?

beg — do they like making their partner(s) beg? do they like begging their partner?

body — what is their favorite body part of theirs? of their partner(s)'? are there any specific body parts they like to pay special attention to (ex. feet, hands, ass, etc)? where are their erogenous zones? where are they most sensitive?

clothing — do they like to have sex fully or partially clothed, or do they prefer having sex naked? would they ever move an article of clothing aside for stimulation/penetration (ex. pulling their panties to the side for penetrative sex)?

cum — how long does it take to make them cum? do they have any kinks relating to cum? do they like when their partner(s) cum(s) inside them? do they like cumming inside their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) cum on any of their body parts? do they like cumming on any of their partner(s)' body parts?

delay — do they like having their orgasm delayed/denied? do they like delaying/denying their partner(s)' orgasm?

dirty talk — are they turned on by dirty talk? turned off by dirty talk? is there anything they like their partner(s) to appeal to when talking dirty with them?

drive — how high is their sex drive? are they hyposexual, hypersexual, or somewhere in between? does it change depending on the circumstance? how often do they have sex?

dynamic — are they dominant? do they like to be dominated? how do they show their dominance? how do they show their partner(s) they want to be dominated? are they more versatile or does it depend on the context/their partner(s)?

eyes — do they like to be watched while they're having sex? do they like to watch others having sex?

fantasy — do they have any sexual fantasies they'd like to try out? have they ever gotten to act on a sexual fantasy?

g-spot — do they like g-spot/p-spot stimulation? do they prefer giving or receiving it, or does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like to stimulate the area with toys?

hair — do they shave or wax? do they let their hair grow out?

humiliation — do they like being humiliated or degraded? is there anything specific they like being humiliated or degraded for? do they like humiliating or degrading their partner(s)?

impact — do they like spanking/being spanked? whipping/being whipped? hitting/being hit? any other kind of impact play not listed here?

kink — what are their kinks? do they have a primary kink? are there any kinks they'd be interested in trying? are there any kinks they don't like or aren't interested in trying?

lingerie — do they own lingerie? if so, how often do they wear it? what kind of lingerie do they like to wear the most? do they like when their partners wear lingerie for them?

location — where do they like to have sex the most? would they ever have sex in a 'risky' place (ex. in the office, closet, public bathroom, etc)?

lube — do they use lube during sex? how much of it? do they like flavored lube and/or lube that brings particular sensations? can they become naturally lubricated enough to not need lube during sex?

marks — do they like being marked? do they like marking their partners?

music — do they like to play music while having sex? what kind of music? is the music for vibes, aesthetic, or simply to drown out the sounds they and their partner(s) make (or even a mix of all three)?

names — do they like being called names in the bedroom? if so, what kind of names? are they pet names or are they names to appeal to a praise/humiliation kink? do they like calling their partner(s) names in the bedroom? do they have a daddy/mommy kink?

orgasm — how would their partner(s) know if they orgasm? what is their orgasm reaction like? are they sensitive after having an orgasm? what is the most effective way to get them to quickly orgasm?

positions — what are their favorite sex positions? do they have a singular favorite sex position? are there any positions they would like to try? are there any positions they don't like?

praise — do they like being praised? is there anything specific they like being praised for? do they like praising their partner(s)?

queen — are they a size queen? do they prefer length, girth, or both? do they like textures?

restraint — do they like being restrained? do they like restraining their partner(s)? are they into softer bondage or more hardcore BDSM?

sensation — do any specific sensations turn them on? are they into hot wax? ice? tickling? specific textures? anything else not listed here?

sexting — do they like sexting their partner(s)? do they ever send nudes? do they like receiving nudes? do they find sexting more or less difficult/fun than curating sexual experiences in real life? are they any different while sexting than they are during real life sexual experiences?

size — how big are their genitals? what cup size are they? what are their body measurements?

sounds — what sounds do they make during sex? do they laugh a lot during sex? are they chatty during sex?

stimulation — how do they prefer to be stimulated? do they like being given handjobs? do they like being fingered? do they like being given oral? is/are there any specific spot(s) on their body they like being stimulated the most? where do they like to stimulate their partner(s)?

strip — does your muse like stripping for their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) strip(s) for them? do they like their partner(s) stripping them naked? do they like to strip their partner(s) naked?

style — do they like it rough? do they like it soft? do they prefer fucking or making love? do they like a hard and fast pace, a slow and gentle pace, or does it vary/depend on the situation?

top or bottom — are they more of a top or a bottom, or are they more versatile? does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like penetrating or being penetrated more? do they like giving oral or receiving oral more? do they like stimulating or being stimulated more?

tease — do they like teasing their partner(s)? do they like being teased? how do they like to tease/be teased?

toys — do they own sex toys? how often do they use them? do they prefer using them on themselves or their partner(s)?

turn on — what turns them on?

volume — are they loud, quiet, or somewhere in between during sex? do they get louder over time? are there any activities that affect their volume during sex? do they prefer a loud or quiet partner?

wet — do they like bath/shower sex? would they have sex in other bodies of water (pool, lake, ocean, etc)?

[demcnsden]

( SILENCE ) opening your (sender) mouth to say something, but yours (sender) deciding against it. - Tengen to Hinatsuru

@occultage

The woman felt the pink obi tighten long before it began to crush. At first, it was only pressure as firm, unyielding silk coiling around her body, pinning her arms to her sides, stealing space from her lungs little by little. The air grew thin as each breath became smaller than the last, as though the world itself was gently, mercilessly folding her inward. Hinatsuru was still, as she knew that struggling would only make it worse. So she let herself go quiet inside the darkness, her thoughts drifting where her body no longer could.

A faint smile touched her lips despite the suffocating weight. “You’ll come. Flashy as ever,” she thought, not with desperation, but certainty. Time stretched strangely as her heartbeat grew distant, her body lighter in a way that didn’t feel right. The pressure didn’t even hurt anymore. However, she knew that her husband would come to save her like he always did. Suddenly, light came tearing through the silk prison in a single breath. The obi split apart, which allowed air to rush in, sharp and cold. The woman's body fell forward, only to be caught in strong arms.

Hinatsuru’s vision flickered as she looked up, the world coming together in fragments until it formed his face above hers. “Tengen-sama...” Her voice barely existed, a fragile thread of sound. She saw everything the way his breath hitched. The way his jaw tightened, as if holding back something that refused to stay contained. The way his arms drew her closer with a quiet desperation that spoke louder than any words could. The female's chest rose weakly as her breath slipped away too quickly, like her body no longer knew how to keep it.

Still, she smiled as tears gathered in her eyes, warm against her temples as they slipped free. She had noticed that he was trying to say something, but no words came from his mouth. “You made it. I knew… you would…" she whispered, her gaze soft as it lingered on him. Hinatsuru's hand lifted slowly, each inch an effort, until her fingers found his wrist. She couldn’t close them properly, but she rested them there anyway, a light, fleeting touch. “I’m glad…” she murmured, her voice thinning with each word.

The woman's smile deepened, soft and full of something gentler than the pain. “You’re still… so flashy…” A tear slipped down her cheek as she let out the faintest breath of a laugh, as it was fragile and fleeting. Her vision blurred at the edges as darkness crept back in, slower this time, softer. Her fingers shifted weakly against his wrist, barely there now. “Take care of… the others…Don’t blame yourself…We always knew this could happen.” Her eyes stayed on him, even as they grew distant. Even as the light within them dimmed like the last glow of evening fading into night, her smile never left. Around them, the world continued, but in his arms, everything had already fallen still as Hinatsuru passed away.

[demcnsden]

"You kind of have a little… blood… on your face. …Don't worry, I'll get it for you." - Douma to Hinatsuru

@occultage

The woman had been undercover for a couple of weeks now after rumors surfaced about a faith known as the Eternal Paradise. She thought it would be harmless as she simply had to look for a relative of a demon slayer who had joined months ago, when suddenly all communication vanished. Lord Tengen had sent the other two wives to the Red Light district for his mission, as they believed it was an Upper Moon in Yoshiwara. Hinatsuru volunteered for this mission to assist the corps. Pretending to be a woman seeking refuge after being abandoned by her husband for another female, it gave her a chance to learn.

The ravenette went by Hina as she helped around the temple and went to the worship sessions. However, she had not gotten close to the Lord Founder nor visited him personally when offered to share her sorrows. The woman used the excuse that she was not ready or for other reasons, so she could explore while everyone was distracted. However, everything changed when she stumbled across a scene in the private quarters of the Founder, the only section of the grounds she had left to explore. Screams filled the air in the distance with the scent of blood. Hinatsuru went to investigate before stumbling across a gruesome scene, a demon feasting upon the worshipers like lambs led to the slaughter. Icy vines wrapped around her limbs, dragging her further into the room as she was forced to watch the feeding continue.

The woman could no longer feel her legs after nearly twenty minutes, as the cold had consumed them completely. It had been first the biting sting, then the deep, aching throb, and now nothing at all. The ice that bound her had grown upward from the floor in elegant, cruel spirals, translucent like polished crystal, curling around her calves and waist with delicate precision. The kunoichi had tested it at first with a slight shift, a careful flex, and in turn, the ice vines had answered with a sharp, splintering crack that echoed too loudly in the blood-soaked chamber.

The air was suffocating as blood hung thick and metallic, coating the back of her throat with every breath. Beneath it, incense still burned with a sweet scent. The combination turned her stomach, but she swallowed it down, forcing her body into stillness, into silence. Bodies lay scattered across the floor, ripped apart as the flesh and muscle were torn off from the bone. The ravenette kept her gaze lowered, lashes shadowing her eyes as she steadied her breathing. She had watched the worshippers carefully, learned their mannerisms, the way they held themselves in his presence.

A body fell behind her with a soft, final sound before the air finally shifted. Hinatsuru felt it immediately, like a change in pressure before a storm. The faint, drifting movement that had filled the room stilled as the demon had stopped eating, which meant Douma's attention was fully on her now. The woman's pulse stuttered, then surged, loud and heavy in her ears. Her breath hitched as she heard his voice, which was gentle, as if he was almost amused. It didn’t belong in a room like this.

Carefully, the kunoichi lifted her eyes just a fraction, enough to acknowledge him without appearing startled. Her heart hammered painfully against her ribs, but she forced her expression into something soft, uncertain, and submissive. “My apologies. I didn’t notice,” she said quietly, her voice steady despite the tightness in her chest. As the creature stated that he would get it for her, the human reacted as every instinct in her body recoiled. “No, I...", the protest slipped out before she could stop it. She caught herself immediately, lowering her gaze again, forcing her shoulders to relax. “I mean, I can take care of it myself when going back to my quarters.”

The distance between them vanished, and with it, the fragile illusion she had been clinging to. His presence pressed in around her, suffocating in a way the blood-soaked air hadn’t been. Hinatsuru fought the urge to pull back, but the ice held her firmly in place. Her hands curled slightly at her sides, fingers twitching once before going still again as she needed to remain calm and not react. Hinatsuru’s breath shallowed as she forced herself not to flinch, not to turn away, not to do anything that might reveal the storm building beneath her carefully controlled exterior. His thumb brushed her cheek as her stomach twisted. The human held perfectly still as his thumb moved, dragging lightly across her skin, wiping away the thin smear of blood she hadn’t even realized was there. The touch was gentle, deliberate in a way that made it infinitely worse.

The woman's violet eyes widened as she was calculating what to do. Hinatsuru’s breath caught, just for a moment, before she forced it back into rhythm. “Th-thank you,” she murmured, the words barely above a whisper. Her pulse pounded harder as the demon pulled his hand back, her blood smeared across his thumb. A sharp, icy shock ran through her, deeper than the frozen vines that held her in place. Her entire body locked, every instinct screaming in revulsion as the reality of it settled in. The male licked the blood from his thumb as his face was covered in it. The ravenette's fingers curled tighter, nails pressing into her palms as she fought to keep her expression from cracking.

However, something slipped as her voice faltered before she could stop it. She swallowed, forcing the words back under control, softer this time. “That’s not necessary to dirty your hands by touching me.” Hinatsuru felt it as her heartbeat thunder, each pulse louder than the last as dread coiled tight in her chest. She lowered her gaze again, but it felt meaningless now. The illusion had cracked, and she could feel it slipping away piece by piece. “If I’ve done something to displease you, Lord Founder. Please forgive me and allow me to return to my quarters to repent,” she said softly, carefully. Hinatsuru was silently praying that she could escape this room, then flee when the sun rose in a few hours.

[demcnsden]

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair - Douma to Aizetsu (i feel like he's being forced to be here and let Douma do this)

@occultage

Aizetsu sat stiffly on the tatami, shoulders slumped in a way that only half-succeeded in hiding his irritation. Blood clung to him in uneven streaks, which was dark, sticky, and already beginning to dry against his skin and clothing. Behind him, Douma’s fingers moved with infuriating ease as if this were a quiet afternoon pastime and not a temple littered with the remains of Karaku’s indulgence. The sorrow clone's brows knit tighter as Karaku lay sprawled several feet away, completely insensible to the world. The faint sound of chewing had long since stopped, and now there was only the slow rise and fall of his chest, his grin still lingering even as he lay on the floor digesting. One arm rested loosely over what remained of his meal, as though he might resume at any moment.

Aizetsu looked at him briefly, then away, thinking how miserable this entire trip had been so far. He dragged his gaze back to the floor, expression tightening into a pout he made no effort to conceal. This entire outing had been Karaku’s idea, “something fun,” he’d said. A temple visit, entertainment, a change of scenery, but now here Aizetsu was, sitting in blood while someone else played with his hair like he was some doll. Upper Moon Two's fingers slipped through a section of his hair again, smooth and careful, dividing strands with practiced precision. There was something oddly meticulous about it. Annoyingly so.

The clone's sapphire eye twitched faintly as he remained where he was, enduring it. Douma gently tightened a section of the braid, the motion tugging ever so slightly at Aizetsu’s scalp. It wasn’t painful. Just noticeable. Upper Moon Four exhaled through his nose, slow and quiet. “This is pointless,” he muttered at last, his voice low and heavy with dissatisfaction as his frown deepened. He glanced again toward Karaku, still sprawled in his gluttonous stupor, then back down at the faint smears of blood beneath his own claws. The temple was silent now, save for Douma’s soft movements and the distant, hollow quiet that always followed excess.

There was nothing enjoyable about any of this. However, the steady, careful rhythm of fingers weaving through his hair hadn’t stopped. Aizetsu’s shoulders slackened, just slightly. “It’s uneven,” he said after a moment, though there was less bite to it now. The male only sat there, pouting, bloodstained, and inexplicably still, as the braid slowly took shape.

[mcflymemes]

"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

i've dealt with enough pain over the years.

[occultage]

" you're lying. " -Hinatsuru to Gyutaro

prompts | always accepting | from: @demcnsden

"Why would I lie?" He draws out the question with a tilt of his head. Gyutaro stands as tall, proud even, as his spine would allow. He could practically be on cloud nine with how light his head feels. A hashira. He lifts the broken cleaver up to his face, peering over it at the woman. He laughs as he crouches down, bringing both the blade and himself closer to her. "For such a pretty guy he went down like a coward."

He pulls away from Hinatsuru to stand back up. Moving the cleaver to scrape carefully along the underside of his nails casually. A quiet taunt and confirmation. The implication should be more than clear "Guess that poison really was working. Idiot thought he could handle it," he scoffs, grimacing in disgust.

"The poison you guys brought to the table was a pretty neat trick, I gotta say. Too bad it didn't do shit."

[demcnsden]

The demon’s laughter grated against Hinatsuru’s ears worse than the ringing left behind by the explosion. The world around her was smoke and fire. Broken beams groaned as they collapsed into the street, and somewhere in the distance she could still hear screaming. Blood soaked through the side of her kimono, warm and sticky beneath her trembling hand. Every breath hurt as her violet eyes caught on the strip of fabric snagged against the blade.

A bead of Tengen’s burnt and broken as hardly anything else remained. The ravenette froze as the man who had thrown himself in front of blades for his wives without a second thought and who smiled in the face of death and still worried more about the people behind him than himself was called a coward. Her throat tightened painfully as her hand curled against the dirt hard enough that her nails broke. The woman’s chest ached so badly she thought it might split apart. Images flashed through her mind against her will of Tengen laughing as he draped an arm over her shoulders and calling himself flashy while Makio yelled at him and Suma cried over something ridiculous.stared up at him.

Then, slowly, something inside her changed as the grief and horror remained, but beneath it, something hotter began to crawl through her veins. Her husband was not a coward and even if he had died then he would have done it fighting until the very end. Fighting for them and this bastard dared to mock him. Hinatsuru lowered her head as her shoulders shook. “You’re wrong,” she said quietly. There were tears in the human’s eyes now, but her gaze was steady. “My husband isn’t a coward. You can call him weak. You can say he lost, but don’t you dare call him a coward.”

Beneath the hem of her kimono waist, her fingers closed around the last poisoned kunai strapped to her body hidden as a last measure. Kunoichi were taught to keep moving, even when afraid and dying. “If Tengen-sama is dead,” Hinatsuru whispered, rising unsteadily to her feet. Blood ran down her side, but she did not care. “Then I’ll make sure you follow him.” The woman lunged refusing to die without fighting until the end like her husband.

[decayingscript]

♘ — 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .

an assortment of prompts for muses who are close to death, dying, or think that they may die. mature themes such as death, terminal illness, blood, war, && other related content may be present. adjust as needed! send ' reverse ' to switch the roles of sender && receiver. feel free to combine action + dialogue for the best results!

DIALOGUE

"  we  can't  stay  here.  "

"  there's...  there's  so  much  blood.  "

"  I'm  not  gonna  make  it...  there's  too  much  blood.  "

"  leave  me  here.  just  leave.  I'm  slowing  you  down.  "

"  quit  fighting  me!  I'm  not  leaving  you  here  to  die!  "

"  what  are  you  talking  about?  you'll  be  fine!  "

"  open  your  eyes!  come  on,  dammit!  open  your  eyes!  "

"  don't  you  dare  leave  me!  "

"  how  am  I  supposed  to  do  this  without  you?  "

"  you  have  to  do  this  without  me.  "

"  will  you  shut  up?!  you're  not  gonna  die!  "

"  I  have  to  lift  you,  okay?  we  have  to  get  you  out  of  here.  "

"  I  know,  I  know  it  hurts.  I  know.  I'm  sorry.  "

"  I'm  sorry...  I  didn't  want  to  leave  you.  "

"  hey,  just...  just  so  you  know.  I  love  you.  "

"  this  is  the  worst  time,  but  I  really  love  you,  okay?  "

"  you  know  I  love  you,  don't  you?  you've  gotta  know.  "

"  shut  up!  don't  say  it  now!  "

"  stop  talking  like  you're  saying  goodbye!  "

"  tell  me  again  when  we're  out  of  this!  "

"  you're  such  an  idiot...  choosing  now  of  all  times.  "

"  I  didn't  think  I'd  be  dying  here.  "

"  if  it  had  to  be  someone...  I'm  glad  it  was  me.  "

"  no!  no,  no!  you're  okay,  you're  gonna  be  okay!  "

"  you'll  get  out  of  this.  you'll  survive.  you  have  to!  "

"  I  can't...  do  this  without  you.  "

"  please  don't  leave  me.  "

"  I  don't  want  to  be  alone.  "

"  looks  like  I  have  to  break  [  my  /  our  ]  promise.  "

"  you  promised!  you  can't  die  on  me!  "

"  I  thought  we'd  have  more  time...  "

"  please  be  okay.  please,  please,  please.  "

" you don't mean it... they can't be dead. "

" you're lying. "

" I don't believe you. "

ACTIONS

「  CUP  」  :  sender  in  a  moment  of  desperation  cups  the  receivers  face  in  their  hands  and  begs  them  to  stay  with  them.

「  CRADLE  」  :  the  sender  pulls  &&  cradles  a  bleeding  out  receiver  close  to  their  body  as  a  means  to  provide  warmth,  comfort,  or  let  receiver  know  sender  is  there.

「  LIFT  」  :  the  sender  lifts  the  receiver  in  an  attempt  to  carry  them  to  safety,  to  seek  medical  aid,  or  to  keep  going.  (  feel  free  to  specify!  )

「  REUNION  」  :  for  our  muses  to  find  each  other  in  the  middle  of  a  [  battlefield  /  warzone  /  specify  ]  only  to  find  one  of  our  muses  has  been  badly  injured.

「  HIT  」  :  for  the  sender  to  take  a  hit  protecting  the  receiver,  in  which  the  sender  is  badly  hurt.  (  feel  free  to  specify  where!  )

「  ROCK  」  :  sender,  holding  the  receiver  in  their  lap,  slowly  begins  to  rock  &&  soothe  the  receiver  in  an  attempt  to  ease  their  pain.

「  HIDDEN  」  :  for  the  sender  to  stumble  suddenly,  collapsing  into  the  receiver  after  being  seriously  injured  &&  hiding  it  from  the  receiver.

「  LAST  WORD  」  :  for  sender  &&  receiver,  who  are  enemies,  to  have  one  final  conversation  before  one  (  or  both  )  die.  (  feel  free  to  specify!  )

「  BLOODY  」  :  for  sender  to  suddenly  cough  of  copious  amounts  of  blood,  splattering  the  receiver  &&  collapsing  to  the  ground.

「  HUM  」  :  sender  hums  softly  to  the  receiver,  soothing  them  through  their  final  moments  as  they  start  to  die,  though  perhaps  too  as  a  means  to  self  soothe.

「  HAIR  」  :  the  sender  gently,  almost  hesitantly,  begins  to  run  their  fingers  through  receiver's  hair  to  provide  some  kind  of  comfort  &&  grounding.

「  SACRIFICE  」  : for  the  sender  to  urge  the  receiver  to  keep  going,  turning  back  to  the  threat  so  that  they  can  make  a  final  stand  &&  allow  the  receiver  to  escape.

「  SHOULDER  」  : with  the  receiver  injured  &&  slowing  them  down,  the  sender  turns  back  and  scoops  up  the  receiver  to  throw  them  over  their  shoulder  as  a  means  to  hasten  their  escape.

「 SUPPORT  」  :  for  the  sender  to  pull  receiver's  arm  over  their  shoulder  and  firmly  hold  receiver's  waist,  supporting  their  weight  with  the  sender's  own  body.

「 CHEEK  」   :  for  the  sender,  who  is  slowly  bleeding  out  from  a  wound,  to  reach  up  and  touch  the  receiver's  cheek,  offering  them  a  small  smile  as  if  trying  to  reassure  receiver.

「 AFTERMATH  」   :  for  the  sender  to  find  the  receiver  after  a  serious  battle  in  which  they  were  severely  hurt,  yet  now  receiver  sits  in  the  ruins  of  said  battle  clutching  a  wound,  close  to  death && bleeding out.

「 DRAFT  」   :  for  the  sender  to  wrap  a  [ jacket  /  blanket / specify ]  around  the  receiver's  body  &&  rub  their  shoulders  in  a  soothing,  warming  motion.

「 RETURN  」   :  receiver  believes  that  the  sender  has  died,  that  is  until  the  sender  shows  up  at  their  door  /  runs  into  them  unexpectedly.  (  specify  where,  or  dealer's  choice!  )

「 GOODBYE  」   :  sender  has  died  &&  receiver  finds  their  body.  (  specify  details  if  you'd  like!  )

[sepias0litude]

[crocbandit]

This is stupid and cringe pls ignore me

[gatorprompts]

✧ — ⋆  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .

from  the  2007  film .   please  modify  prompts  where  required !

“ you’ve  just  brought  yourself  a  death  wish . ” “ but  no  man  can  live  forever ,  except  he  who  possesses  the  heart  of  a  star . ” “ yeah ,  i  have  a  bubbling  candle . ” “ did  you  really  mean  what  you  said ? ” “ but …  you  were  a  mouse !  you  were  a  mouse !  you  wanted  cheese ! ” “ i  asked  you  to  give  me  a  sign . ” “ and  risk  you  being  too  embarrassed  to  keep  saying  such  lovely  things ? ” “ are  we  human  because  we  gaze  at  the  stars ,   or  do  we  gaze  at  them  because  we  are  human ? ” “ do  the  stars  gaze  back ?  now  that’s  a  question . ” “ you  know  when  i  said  i  knew  little  about  love ?  well  that  wasn’t  true . ” “ i  know  a  lot  about  love . ” “ i’ve  seen  centuries  and  centuries  of  it . ” “ it  was  the  only  thing  that  made  watching  your  world  bearable . ” “ you  could  search  the  furthest  reaches  of  the  universe  and  never  find  anything  more  beautiful . ” “ what  i’m  trying  to  say ,  ( name ) ,  is  that  i  think  i  love  you . ” “ my  heart ,  it  feels  like  my  chest  can  barely  contain  it .   like  it  doesn’t  belong  to  me  anymore . ”  “ it  belongs  to  you .  and  if  you  wanted  it ,  i’d  wish  for  nothing  in  exchange .  no  gifts ,  no  goods ,  no  demonstrations  of  devotion .  nothing  but  knowing  that  you  love  me  too .  just  your  heart  in  exchange  for  mine . ” “ you’re  very  close . ” “ you  speak  as  if  this  is  good  news . ” “ do  i  need  to  remind  you  that  wall  is  not  part  of  our  universe ? ” “ if  she  crosses  that  threshold  into  the  human  realm ,  our  star  becomes  nothing  more  than  a  pitted  lump  of  metallic  rock . ” “ then  i  suggest  you  hurry  up ! ” “ would  i  be  correct  in  thinking  that  you  can  neither  see  nor  hear  me ? ” “ i’d  like  to  tell  you  that  you  smell  of  pee . ” “ i  swear ,  if  i  don’t  get  my   ( name )  back  as  he  was ,  i’ll  be  your  personal  poltergeist ! ” “ that’s  my  flower ! ” “ eighteen  years  i’ve  been  looking  for  that !  give  it  to  me  now . ” “ how  dare  you ! ” “ what  the  hell  did  you  do ? ” “ what  did  i  do ?  what  did  you  do ?! ” “ has  your  mind  become  as  decrepit  as  your  face ? ” “ you  dare  steal  truth  from  my  lips  by  feeding  me  limbus  grass ?! ” “ do  you  have  any  idea  what  a  big  mistake  you’ve  made ? ” “ what  is  it  to  be ,  prince  charming ?  frog  or  tadpole ? ” “ seek  all  you  like .  you  shall  not  see  the  star ,  touch ,  smell ,  or  hear  it .  you  will  not  even  perceive  her  if  she  stands  before  you . ” “ what  do  stars  do ?  they  shine . ”

[rpmemesyo]

Send 💭 for something my muse wants to say to yours, but won't.

[demcnsden]

Starter Call for new followers. Mutuals only and please specify which muse you want. Even if we have multiple threads if you want more then go for it!

[veilody]

Modern Rocker Hantengu

Been working on a modern AU for Kimetsu no Yaiba with my sibling @mandarinasart surrounding underground rock bands :3c definitely had to draw my favourite demons in this setting.

Urogi, Karaku and Aizetsu are part of Gyuutaros band and Sekido and Zohakuten are the fiercest supporters >:3c

of course the AU will include our OCs but I'll come back to that later >:3c

[whirling-fangs]

It took every ounce of strength that Inosuke possessed for him to lift his gaze from the dirty sink. His eyes were still wide with horror, each word that Sekido let out so offhandedly slapping him in the face.

These people had no choice. Was it debt? Drugs? A lifestyle they could no longer afford, and desperately wanted back? Or was it just for survival, gambling their lives every day, knowing that of the two outcomes, perhaps the one where they didn't make it out was preferable...?

He felt sick again. His forehead practically knocked into the sink as he smashed the faucet's button, pouring more fresh water onto his face.

He'd almost willingly walked into this. Blinded with pride and arrogance, he'd waltzed into this hell thinking that everyone else was just like him. Brats with oversized egos, looking for some thrill.

"That's because I fucking am." Inosuke grumbled, hands clinging to the sink for dear life. He took a long sip of water, a desperate attempt to wash away the acidic taste of bile. He gave a quick glance to his reflection in the greasy mirror, and almost didn't recognize himself. His face had grown so pale that his skin looked nearly transparent.

His gaze traveled to Sekido again, with a different look this time. He seemed to be begging for help, for an anchor to cling to as they walked out of this demons' den.

"... I know. I fucking know that, but everyone else makes it look so easy, when it's not! They don't fucking care for people who struggle in there!" A different sort of desperation filled his voice. "I just... I wanted to do something I'm good at, for a change..."

He slammed a fist onto the counter, an alternative to punching himself in the face. His voice had changed once more, his emotions a violent storm.

"I'm gonna do it." He spoke through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna sit at that fucking desk, listen to these assholes call me stupid... even if it kills me! I'll even do homework! And once I get that fucking diploma, I... I'll get a job that earns so much money, my mom never has to work a single day in her life again!"

[demcnsden]

Sekido stared at him in silence as, for a moment, the only sound in the bathroom was the faucet still sputtering into the stained basin and the muffled roar from the crowd beyond the walls. Someone out there screamed, followed by the ugly crack of a body hitting the mat. The fluorescent light above them buzzed and flickered, washing the room in a sickly yellow. Finally, the man barked out a short, rough laugh, which was not a pleasant sound. There was no humor in it, only disbelief worn raw around the edges. “Homework,” he repeated flatly, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. “Christ.” He dragged a hand down his face, fingers catching briefly in his dark hair before he let out a slow stream of smoke toward the ceiling. The boy looked ridiculous standing there half-dead over a sink, face white as paper, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles had gone red, ranting about diplomas and jobs and taking care of his mother like he could wrestle the whole world into submission if he just got angry enough.

Somehow, that made Sekido’s chest hurt worse than the stink of smoke ever had because he had looked like that once. “You think it’s gonna kill you? School, teachers, or a bunch of little bastards laughing because you don’t get it right away.” Sekido muttered, eyes half-lidded as he looked at Inosuke through the haze of smoke. He stepped forward before the teenager could answer and grabbed him roughly by the back of the hoodie, forcing him to straighten up and look him in the eye through the filthy mirror. “Look around,” he growled.

The pair was surrounded by cracked tiles, overflowing trash cans, and dried blood smeared beside one of the stalls. His grip tightened for only a second before he shoved Inosuke back toward the sink. “This kills you, this place, especially that ring. Men out there breaking each other apart for enough cash to crawl back next week and do it all over again.” His voice had gone low again, gravelly and dangerous. “You wanna know what stupid is? Stupid is throwing your whole damn life away because sitting in a classroom bruises your pride.” The ember at the end of his cigarette burned brighter as he took one last drag, and then he crushed it against the edge of the sink hard enough to snap it in half.

His uncle pointed toward the door with the broken cigarette still pinched between his fingers. “You’re angry?” he said. “Good. Get angry every time some asshole calls you dumb. Get angry every time you don’t understand something the first time.” His lip curled faintly. “Then sit your ass down and learn it anyway out of pure spite.” Outside, the crowd erupted again, louder than before, but Sekido did not even glance toward it. “Make them choke on it. There are opportunities out there, but you need to think before swinging those fists. Stay angry, let it fuel you, but don’t lose yourself to it. Discipline yourself,” he said quietly. For the first time since they had stepped into that bathroom, there was something in his voice that sounded almost human. Sekido shoved his hands into his pockets and jerked his head toward the door. “C’mon, before I change my mind and leave you here.”