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@demonsecho
i feel like i say this a million times but i'm sorry for not being around so much. work officially started back up and it's been super hectic with my new position. to all the new followers, i'm not ignoring you, i just havent had the time to read any pages and i typically wait to do that before i follow back. thank you guys for sticking around and im hoping by the end of the week i can hop on for a little while 💕
@demonsecho ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: it isn’t anything wildly different from what he’d normally do, but tetsuya finds significance in flowers, and the bouquet he holds to his chest for hibiki is littered with different meanings. she’s speaking with uzui when he finds her, but the conversation seems to be over, and her mentor walks by with a seemingly knowing glance. tetsuya can feel his cheeks flushing as he focuses his attention back on hibiki, stepping closer as he clears his throat. “uh— hey, honoka-chan. i heard it was your birthday, so…” he holds out the flowers, “happy birthday.” // happy (late) birthday hibiki!
Honoka-chan… She likes how her name sounds on his mouth. Gruff and deep, but spoken with care as if one sharp word will break her like the glass windchimes above them. She hears the way his heartrate soars and thinks it must be because Uzui-sama walks past Tetsuya with all the confidence the Sound Hashira is capable of.
Which is to say… a lot. Being among her mentor’s all-encompassing presence is overwhelming for those unused to it.
❝You needn’t come so far for that… but thank you.❞
Soft smile is cast in the Iron Breather’s direction, the sound of rustling leaves and petals close to his chest indicating what he had gotten her. Flowers, from the sound of it… She can smell them from here, sweet and floral. Hibiki reaches a hand until she can feel the soft texture of flower petals at her fingertips. Each one she touches feels different in size and shape, indicating there to be different varieties in the bouquet he holds.
❝…Will you tell me their names and colors, Tamahagane-san?❞
Cats 🐈
meet my son.
y'all this work shit is for the birds
@demonsecho ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: kotoha doesn’t run. as fast as her heart is beating, as scared as she is, she doesn’t run. she cradles inosuke close to her chest, hiding his face from douma’s view, but she stays still as stone, looking into eyes carved from rainbows. “will you eat us, too?” // unprompted
Oh, Kotoha…
Blood still coated the Second Moon’s lips, a smear of gorgeous red against milky pale skin. He can still taste it on his tongue, sweet iron that sits at his gum line. Three bodies lay scattered around him; one is cut through the belly with her intestines spilling onto the floor, another’s head is twisted backward with a shocking angle of her spine, and the last is face down to hide the missing skin peeled from her cheeks. Each of them feature bite marks along their thighs and necks. Douma smiles and it looks sinister.
It’s a wonder she hasn’t run, but Kotoha has never been the brightest among his following.
She doesn’t realize it’s in her favor.
❝Dear Kotoha-chan… You misunderstand.❞ He stands frighteningly still, only motioning with his hands to the corpses he had been feasting on moments prior. ❝They aren’t dead.❞ Prism eyes watch her doubtful expression, delicate fingers cradled against her baby’s head. Inosuke doesn’t know what’s going on, but she hides his eyes from the horrors anyway.
❝They live on inside me — I can feel their sorrows and joys, understand their dreams and nightmares. They were suffering, Kotoha-chan, and I saved them from their pain. And the only way I can do that…❞
He takes a single step, tentative in the way only Douma is. He watches her like a hawk watches a fish, waiting to see if it will dart away at the last second. Both of his hands rise with his blood-stained palms facing her, a truce that only she can agree to. Truly he wonders why he hasn’t killed her already, any others who have walked in on similar displays were gutted on the spot.
She really is one of a pure heart.
❝You understand, don’t you, Kotoha-chan? I helped them reach enlightenment. I’m here for you. Any of your concerns… your woes. I will listen to them just as I listened to theirs.❞ This time he sighs, brows coming together at the apex of his forehead as if struggling with something. Lids fall over his eyes and his fingers curl into fists before him. ❝But, I… I can’t do this to you, Kotoha-chan. Nor Inosuke-kun.❞
She’s still here. He can hear her breathing and Inosuke beginning to fuss. Douma risks a glance in this theater of his own creation, bloody mouth pursed into a thin line. He feels moisture drip from chromatic eyes. ❝As much as I should want to, I can’t. I’m being selfish, I know… Wanting to keep you here next to me… I should want to bring you to enlightenment with the others!❞
❝I don’t want to. Please, Kotoha-chan.❞
The final nail in the coffin. The Gracious Founder holds out a hand to her, pinky extended. ❝Stay… here with me?❞
Cat Slippers
whirling-fangs.
... oh. He can feel her heart beating against his palms.
Why does he feel so warm and fuzzy inside? That woman… Have they met before…?
‘ you are strong. never forget that you have people rooting for you. ’
bunny-rp-memes.
Send me 👤+ a character name for my muse’s opinion on that character.
tanchirou.
“The bias… is so clear…”
“Everyone has a mother, Inosuke.”
“Then I’m an abandoned child. My mother didn’t need me.”
- chapter 163
@kyousei asked: Kanami doesn't break eye contact with the new Slayer her husband is currently plotting to roast over an open fire, but does hold out her hand casually where she knows he will place his chin. "Hotaru. You're scaring the little one. Give him a chance before threatening to gut him, won't you?"
it's incredible, really, how quickly hotaru's head moves, chin resting against her palm even as he scowls and snarls at the mizunoto before them. the sword he holds is in terrible condition, chipped and worn, no obvious care to the blade. his only saving grace is that this isn't a sword hotaru had made, so he's a little more subdued than he would normally be.
a little.
" how does he expect to be a slayer with a sword like that? stupid, foolish! does no one teach these brats to care for their weapons? " he ignores the child in favor of more complaints, not letting up until kanami gives a firm squeeze to his jaw, and hotaru's left grumbling under his breath.
" leave it. pick your ore. you have five minutes. "
[rings a bell] i've been drinking and nia made a wife for haganezuka so that's all i'm gonna be talking about for the next 5 years
@sunforms asked: Minoru was a quiet yet calming presence amidst the turmoil. The mask he wore obscured his expressions, but it was just as unassuming and unsettling to stare at him for too long. But that is not the point. He reaches out — sets a gentle, calloused hand on Haganezuka’s shoulder. A brief, comforting squeeze before he draws his arm back into the plain black haori. He knows not every moment when an episode may arise, but the swordsmith follows instinct. “… How about we get your favorite meal, and you can talk to me about it then?”
there aren’t many people that can predict when haganezuka’s mood will go from content to seething. there was once a time where he, himself, wasn’t able to figure out those triggers and prepare for the onslaught of negative emotions that would follow. his parents — he can’t tell if he wants to bless their souls or damn them to hell — could never handle it, no matter how hard they tried. something would happen, change and shit, and the rage would build before anyone could stop it.
tecchikawahara never saw in him what everyone else did. he was never fazed or offended or exhausted by haganezuka’s outburst. it’s who he is, he would say to anyone that asked, and who am i to make him hide himself? it didn’t take him very long to figure out that windchimes could solve an issue like no other. then again, he wasn’t actively looking for a solution ; the chimes just so happened to be hanging from someone’s window, and haganezuka had been entranced, stopping to listen for hours once he’d found the source of the noise.
the chimes still work, but haganezuka is no longer a child, and tecchikawahara can’t be around every second to bring him the comfort of his presence, so he went right back to the way things used to be, focusing all his time and energy on the swords he creates and keeping contact with people to a minimum.
minoru, though. minoru is different. he neither condemns nor accepts haganezuka’s outbursts. similar to haganezuka’s father, minoru understands that this is who he is, that there are some things that cannot be helped, but unlike his father, minoru attempts to redirect his energy to something more productive. something he’ll enjoy more. and nothing can bring up his spirits quite like a good meal, especially when the source of his anger is the absolute lack of care shown to the sword he’s currently fixing.
“ these demon corps brats are going to have to start using their bare hands to fight! no more broken swords! ” but even as he speaks he allows himself to set down the sword, knowing that with a wait on material shipments, he’s done all he can for the sword for today. “ you’re paying for my food. ”
still makes me go absolutely apeshit that haga has a WIFE
Haganezuka hotaru 🥴
