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♡ 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.
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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. “
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.
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@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.
tanjirou & nezuko requested by @monsteous.
@deathbore
“ let me join your crew !! “
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. “
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.
@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.
@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.
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.
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. “
withering sunflower, still shining so bright and warm…
i can smell you on my /tongue/
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