“Oh? A visitor?”

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

FUCK.

anyways I’m moving over to @withinstarrynightskies because organization purposes and interaction purposes.

It’s super fucking messy over there and I ain’t gonna visit it until probs Wednesday or Saturday but. Yeah. I’m moving there for rp.

All interactions on this blog will move over to that blog.

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

FUCK.

anyways I’m moving over to @withinstarrynightskies because organization purposes and interaction purposes.

It’s super fucking messy over there and I ain’t gonna visit it until probs Wednesday or Saturday but. Yeah. I’m moving there for rp.

All interactions on this blog will move over to that blog.

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

FUCK.

anyways I’m moving over to @withinstarrynightskies because organization purposes and interaction purposes.

It’s super fucking messy over there and I ain’t gonna visit it until probs Wednesday or Saturday but. Yeah. I’m moving there for rp.

All interactions on this blog will move over to that blog.

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

FUCK.

anyways I’m moving over to @withinstarrynightskies because organization purposes and interaction purposes.

It’s super fucking messy over there and I ain’t gonna visit it until probs Wednesday or Saturday but. Yeah. I’m moving there for rp.

All interactions on this blog will move over to that blog.

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

FUCK.

anyways I’m moving over to @withinstarrynightskies because organization purposes and interaction purposes.

It’s super fucking messy over there and I ain’t gonna visit it until probs Wednesday or Saturday but. Yeah. I’m moving there for rp.

All interactions on this blog will move over to that blog.

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

FUCK.

anyways I’m moving over to @withinstarrynightskies because organization purposes and interaction purposes.

It’s super fucking messy over there and I ain’t gonna visit it until probs Wednesday or Saturday but. Yeah. I’m moving there for rp.

All interactions on this blog will move over to that blog.

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

FUCK.

anyways I’m moving over to @withinstarrynightskies because organization purposes and interaction purposes.

It’s super fucking messy over there and I ain’t gonna visit it until probs Wednesday or Saturday but. Yeah. I’m moving there for rp.

All interactions on this blog will move over to that blog.

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

FUCK.

anyways I’m moving over to @withinstarrynightskies because organization purposes and interaction purposes.

It’s super fucking messy over there and I ain’t gonna visit it until probs Wednesday or Saturday but. Yeah. I’m moving there for rp.

All interactions on this blog will move over to that blog.

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

FUCK.

anyways I’m moving over to @withinstarrynightskies because organization purposes and interaction purposes.

It’s super fucking messy over there and I ain’t gonna visit it until probs Wednesday or Saturday but. Yeah. I’m moving there for rp.

All interactions on this blog will move over to that blog.

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

FUCK.

anyways I’m moving over to @withinstarrynightskies because organization purposes and interaction purposes.

It’s super fucking messy over there and I ain’t gonna visit it until probs Wednesday or Saturday but. Yeah. I’m moving there for rp.

All interactions on this blog will move over to that blog.

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

FUCK.

anyways I’m moving over to @withinstarrynightskies because organization purposes and interaction purposes.

It’s super fucking messy over there and I ain’t gonna visit it until probs Wednesday or Saturday but. Yeah. I’m moving there for rp.

All interactions on this blog will move over to that blog.

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

Kinda tempted to move this blog to a whole other acc so I can log on once a week so I don’t get distracted from school work

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

Zio stumbled some fruit trees when wandering in this unknown forest. They looked very tasty so the lesser demon decided to pick some. However he suddenly heard some rustling in the distance, and it seemed it was heading towards his direction.

The small boy held his fruit close around his arms, anxious from who was approaching him.

(How about Nezuko and Zio?)

What Nezuko was really doing in this forest, even he himself doesn’t know.

All the demon remembers is rolling out of her box, elder brother nowhere to be found. So, they just decided to look for him, holding the box in between their hands.

And now, they see someone on top of a tree, anxiously holding some fruit as they stare down at Nezuko.

Humming, the demon holds up a hand, waving towards the stranger.

[fallesto]

It was pointless.

There was only so much this little demon could do, until they had reached the end.

This was the end for them, there was no more running, no more fighting, there was in truth nothing more that they could say and do to them, it was hopeless.

They had been created by them, when has a creation ever turned against there master, if it is so, then it never truly works out in the favor of the creation now did it? A poor master they would be if they allowed their little monsters to be able to hold free thought, to grip onto that power given to them freely as well only to turn round and use it on them.

“There is nothing you can do –”

It was humorous, the contest was over before it had even started, no one was on their level, no one at all. If she made a movement she would be swatted down like she was nothing more than an insect, that was all that she was here and now, that was the level of threat she was, nothing more than a buzzing little fly already within her hands waiting for her palms to close in and crush and end her little life.

“You are welcomed to try –”

The notice of the blood on the ground, the flickering pink flames that rested there for the moment, if they wished to be shown the differences in their power, then they could make a movement towards them, they could make a move to strike and attempt to end their life.

But deep down they knew did they not?

Killing them would only result in their own death. They were connected, even now, they were part of them. If the demon lord died, every single demon in the county that they have created, will die along with them, call it a means to an end to ensure no one gets the foolish thought and idea inside their head of trying to remove them from the world.

“You don’t even believe your own words?”

A small slant on their head as they stepped forward once and then, right before them the back of their hand brought up and down across the other's face to strike them onto the ground and leave them there for the moment.

“You are no demon slayer, you are a demon, created for one single purpose, to kill the slayers and it is about time, you begin to fulfill your purpose to me.”

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

Nezuko knows killing this woman would result in his own death.

She knows that if she killed her own creator- her parent, in a way (the thought makes her sick. Makes him want to rip his own skin off, setting his own body ablaze with his fire)- she would suffer, too. They would be dying with Muzan, crumbling to ash, taking all of their memories and things she experienced with her.

…not that he has much of that with him, anyway.

The thought of dying scares him. They’re not like their older brother, ready to throw away his life for anybody at the last second. She grew up spoiled, protected from the world- only ever needing to come out when someone she cares about is in danger.

How laughable. One of the eldest siblings, afraid to throw her life away when that was what, in a way, she was raised for.

It is about time, you began to fulfill your purpose to me.

“Shut up.” Nezuko growls, baring his teeth at the personification of evil. “Shut up. My purpose was never to you.”

They hate this woman.

“I won’t ever kill the demon slayers.”

She hates woman so much.

“I’ll stand by them, stand by them so we can kill you.”

He hates how this woman changed Nezuko into a monster.

“I’ll help them find a way to behead you, to stop your despicable actions.”

The blood dripping from his hands stop sparking, now fully setting themselves ablaze; the droplets on the floor doing the same.

“You-” They have to physically hold themself back from spitting out That Woman’s name. “-will be perished by the Demon Slayers.”

The flames start to spread, getting hotter and bigger as Nezuko continues to speak, nothing but venom dripping from her words.

[inksplit]

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

This guy…

A vein popping on their forehead, a hand clutching the wrist without one, labored breaths coming out of the fullbringer.

The gaze- that angry, mocking gaze- thrown their way only manages to make them more pissed, teeth gritting together.

“Bastard!” Genya spits, attempting to make themself look bigger despite the pain. “I’ll kill you- I’ll fucking kill you!” With their only hand left, they grab at the stranger’s cloak, yanking him forward to slam their hand into his.

[agnessmadness]

the poor person attempt to try and make themselves look bigger only make them look more than pathetic in Cang's eyes .

he was more than calm in this situation and for what reason ? no reason actually .

as suddenly his cloak was yanked towards them before they slam their head into his , which he already figured as he turned his skin into steel before they could manage to slam head him and got him hurt .

" Idiot "

he said with his skin still staying steel , he was the I the Iron after all .

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

What Genya originally wanted to do, to cause this guy pain- maybe make his forehead bleed, only backfired, the fullbringer’s forehead now being the one to bleed, to have blood tricking down their skin slowly but surely.

Oh, what the fuck.

“The fuck?!” Genya echoes, baring their teeth at the man. “The fuck is that?!” He looks weird, too weird; as if he’s covered in metal, that headbutt making the school student feel like he was hitting a wall.

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

@thehealerhairpin

“What are you doing here?! State your business!”

[givemeyourbonesandorgans]

“And who are your ‘friends’, huh?!” Aoi continues to press on, uncaring of the stranger’s fear- moreso finding it a reason to find her suspicious. Why would someone who’s not an enemy of the corps have so much fear, huh?! Only enemies have this type of fear when speaking!

Or, at least, that’s what Aoi learned from Shinobu. Yet, it seems the former forgot about one thing; the latter is more kind, more gentle- while the former is more intimidating, more pressuring.

It seems the worker of the Butterfly Estate doesn’t realize how their ‘interrogations’ differ from one another.

“Are they some part of organization? Working with the demons?!” She continues, singular eye narrowing into a glare as she crosses her arms, leaning even closer to the stranger as she leans away. “Are you?!” Bringing up a scarred finger, she harshly pokes at the other girl’s forehead, trying to ‘pry’ any information out of her Aoi can.