NE - ZU - KO !!

THE STRONG PROTECT THE WEAK

[demonbreathing]

   ♡ or ↺ if you’d like to interact with a private,   literate,   and selective KAIGAKU of KIMETSU NO YAIBA ! portrayed by kaien. warning for themes such as GORE and VIOLENCE.

[mono-caeli]

water and thunder 

kofi | redbubble 

(thank you so much for the kofis @explodonerd27 !!) 

[godtierbreath]

galepillar‌.

                 “Oi, are you mocking me you fucking brat?”      

          He snarled through gritted teeth as his hands balled up into fists at his side. It felt like his very purpose in life was to piss him off. And, if it was, well, congratulations because he was sure as hell succeeding at doing just that. Not to mention that, God, his head still fucking hurt.   

          “   i wouldn’t dream of it !!   “ his voice cracks like a broken finger ― yanked! ― out of place. the saccharine earnestness drips off of his tongue like honey from a blade. he holds out his hands in what he hopes is a placating manner ― like corralling a feral canine. “   i’m just making sure you don’t have a concussion.   “ 

[godtierbreath]

innerclaims‌.

a  world  full  of  cherry  blossom  concern,  truly.  giyuu  does  not  doubt  the  ash  nor  the  glitter  of  him.  it’s  not  that,  that  soul  of  his  has  always  been  a  crystal  tide  pool;  obvious  and  full - brim  life  preserving.  brow  lifts  high  and  falls  again,  gaze  dipping  to  the  wrapped  ankle.  he  hasn’t  known  an  achilles  that  hasn’t  fallen.  ❛  enough  to  worry  after  yourself ?  ❜

             hand  sits  on  the  hilt  of  a  sword,  a  side - effect  of  contemplation.  if  he  had  been  stronger  sooner  it  would  have  solved  a  lot  of  his  problems  —  would  have  saved  him  most  of  his  pain.  it  is  not  fair  to  project  that  self - loathing,  guilty  conscious  onto  anyone  else;  holds  it  close  to  the  chest  instead  and  does  what  is.  ❛  when  your  rehabillitation’s  over  i’ll  teach  you  some  self  preservation.  ❜

          “   i take care of myself the best i can,   “ he says. his smile blooms and blooms. “   but i still have things i need to take care of.   “ blooms and blooms and blooms and he unfurls soft laugh - dust from the anthers behind silk petals. they tickle like allergies and sunlight - tears. he holds so many precious things behind his smile ― like pearls behind his teeth,   ringing between them,   the toll of a sweet bell. 

          “   besides,   i have plenty of people looking after me ― like you,   giyuu!   “ the light of his face is a closed - mouth effuse. his plush cheeks a testament to his gentle flesh. truly a boy born dipping one ankle into feathered gold. “   but i would love to train with you.   “ his palm lightly pats the open space next to him,   offering giyuu a seat. 

[animepopheart]

★ 【灸場メロ】 「現代×鬼滅の刃」☆ ⊳ tanjirou (kimetsu no yaiba) ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter

[godtierbreath]

     AAAHHH — starter call !!

[godtierbreath]

@galepillar​

          “   I STILL HAVEN’T FORGIVEN YOU !! ― but i know my head’s pretty hard and i headbutted the hell out of you and are you okay?   “ darling boy. can’t even clutch onto his anger properly. 

[sugawaras]

tanjirou & nezuko requested by @monsteous.

[godtierbreath]

@deathbore​

         “   let me join your crew !!   “

[godtierbreath]

innerclaims‌.

a  gentle  beckon,  somehow  claiming  the  role  giyuu  is  meant  to  have  as  the  one  who  looks  after  the  other.  there  is  a  distinct  kindness  which  exists,  soft  where  it  blooms,  as  the  boy’s  greatest  strength.  it  reminds  him  of  sabito  in  the  only  way  which  does  not  ache.  blue  eyes  change,  just  a  slight   difference.  the  top  layer  of  an  ocean  warmed  where  the  sun  reaches.

          ❛  don’t  waste  your  worry,  tanjirou.  ❜  returned  as  a  greeting  and  a  non - answer.  understanding,  finally,  at  what  it  means  to  be  the  older  sibling.  something  else  the  other  has  taught  him.  lifted  brow,  steady  inquiry  that  suggests  something  unsaid,  ❛  recovering  from  another  injury ?  ❜

          “   i have plenty enough worry to go around,   “ he chimes in a voice like ash turned to glitter at the altar. his porcelain teeth and silk sleight of lips ― he’s smiles like the tide breaking morning,   gentle white noise. he thinks giyuu is not unlike this either. soft waves and foaming sea water and supplying lively tide pools. “   surely you’ll let me spare some for you as well?   “

and his smile turns sheepish ― boyish,   a reflection of how young he truly is. it’s easy to forget between all the bloodshed and broken bones. he gestured at a tightly wrapped ankle and shrugs,   if barely. “   it’s not too big of a deal. i’ll be fine before you know it.   “

[godtierbreath]

uppertwo‌.

          AND HIS EXPRESSION STAYS oddly serious –––– he’d been like this for a while; where the thought of a passed away friend lingered, and lingered, and lingered. While feelings never proceeded to fester within his heart for the demon, his behaviour still remained vengeful. He tells himself he’ll find new friends to replace Akaza, but first, he must kill this child.

         “––––you’ve pulled out your blade – am i talking to a brick wall?”

              He finds himself scoffing, before he edges his first fan open.

       “–––the fact you’re not even willing to consider a demon’s life speaks volumes of who you are as a person,” he says,“–––disgusting! vile! you’re a murderer, and all you can think of is killing more demons!”

       “––––at least demons don’t waste their kills - whereas you… you just want more blood, yeah?”

    A pause.

          “–––you need it.”

this is no more than a journey. blood to no more than a sacrifice. his blade is a hungry god. fair,   but hungry. ( he thinks he’s always seen devotion from the back of a throat ― thinks religion is salivating and swallowing and he’s kneeling and praying from the plushness of a wet tongue. ) “   i think...   “ 

a wind whispers angels through his hair. “   i think living is easy and that you’re scared of death.   “ his blade is a hungry god. fair,   but hungry ― and nobody is truly immortal,   but simply fighting the inevitable. perhaps he prayed for rain and instead was showered in blood / sacrifice. 

his young hands are calloused so. he’s a solider and he’s a boy. age after age,   rot by rot by scars. 

“   i’m sorry you feel that way.   “ despite that,   his sword is sharp and still pointed towards the demon. the world would never be so kind as to let him sheathe it. 

[godtierbreath]

@endotm​

――――――cont.

     erupt in giggle fits ― his body gives him no choice but to scrunch his shoulders up,   protecting his neck from soft fingertips. there’s a thin line between dreaming and submerging himself into ice - water ― but he’s got a laugh that sounds like a wind - chime dancing in a silk breeze and fairy - dust glittering behind fluttering eyelids. a dream,   a smile. he was on the other side of this situation once. flitting dexterous fingers over baby skin and playful raspberries slobbering over belly buttons and joyful squeals ― and and and ― he’s breathless from the laughter and nostalgia. it makes his chest hurt. he continues smiling anyways. “   i suppose i am ticklish there. don’t tell anyone,   okay?   “ their little secret. 

[godtierbreath]

@gosutm​

          “   i wonder,   “ the weight of this world is thick with love and drowsy murmurs. it descents upon him like a blanket of opaque snow / and gentle hands warming between midnight and glacial. the left side of him is cascaded by candle flame,   half light,   half shadow. “   what does your singing voice sound like?   “ he bets it’s pretty. 

[godtierbreath]

things a new rp partner should know about me !

fun new meme here ! write 3-5 things a new rp partner (or those who want to be) should know about you and tag 3-5 people! it should be related to rp and not to other interests. (also don’t write you are a dork/gremlin/etc. this is tumblr, of course you are)

tagged by: @goldenscar​ and @deathbore​ ( ily both ) tagging: @innerclaims​,   @scaretactik​,   @gosutm​,   @endotm​,    and whomstever. 

1.   i trash every reply / starter i write at least 3 times before i am actually satisfied with anything. i’m extremely picky and if i feel unhappy with something i just find it best to start all over again ― which means that sometimes it can take me a while to actually reply or post anything. 

2.   i’m extremely socially anxious ― to the point where i can convince myself that even the friends i’ve talked to for years actually secretly hate me. i don’t ever really express that i’m feeling this way because i know logically that it’s more than likely not the case and that i’m being ridiculous but it can lead to me not replying to personal conversation because i don’t know that to say. 

3.   i survive off of shitty lofi music when i’m in the realm of any sort of creative mind - space. it’s very relaxing and generally involves only instrumentals which keeps me from getting distracted. i used to listen solely to chopin when i would write,   though. 

[godtierbreath]

scaretactik‌.

@godtierbreath​

“ I can tell you’re a really warm kinda guy– your smile says it all! ” She descends from a low branch and chirps this out to the boy, neither tone or arrival regarding her presence anything less than a loud one. 

  “ Don’t let anything bring you down, okay? OH! Also, I’m Noo….Well, who cares? All I wanted to say was that you’re pretty cute! ”

     she — smells like the split stem of a sunflower and a hint of pine. a little garden of quaint flora in the middle of the dark forest,   and it shroud him in a sort of curious - mist. she is visceral and ethereal all at the same time. he wonders if she’d even be physical to the touch. 

          “   thank you — noo? is that your name?   “ he thinks she looks a bit like a sunflower too — all bright and poppy,   as if she does nothing but soak up beams of sunlight all day. her warmth leaves the apples of his cheeks a little red. “   i’m kamado tanjirou. it’s a pleasure to meet you.   “

[jiosdjlaknfweocl-deactivated202]

withering sunflower, still shining so bright and warm…

[deathbore]

i can smell you on my /tongue/

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