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an independent, selective & private portrayal of iguro obanai from kimetsu no yaiba. written by fox, 25, they/he. please read the rules before interacting.‎‎ CARRD

mains: mizukokyu, kaminarikokyu

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small sparrow, rested atop the tail of the snake she calls mother. zenitsu's talons are kept safe and away, not wanting to scratch at her mothers scales. her wings puff up happily, comfortable, safe. " i've missed you. " she says, eyes shutting contently. " it's always so lonely in the cults company. "

unprompted / @kaminarikokyu

since becoming a demon   (  a change entirely out of her control,   humanity unwillingly ripped from her hands  ),   there are few things that she's found herself fond of.    maybe she is one now,   but she hasn't so quickly forgotten her longstanding hatred of demons that she'd held as a human,   and the treatment she's received since has done little to change her mind.    there are always exceptions,   however.

her little sparrow,   come to nest among scales and snake shed,   stands as one of the few.    it's hard to pinpoint why,   and she has little desire to do any inner reflection to figure it out.    it's easier to accept the warmth that comes with zenitsu coming to perch next to her,   content,   comfortable,   safe.

carefully she smooths over feathers,   slowly so that newly grown claws don't catch on fluffy down.    at the mention of that cursed cult that douma maintains,   there's an involuntary hiss and a quiet disapproving click of her tongue.    disgust bleeds from her words when she starts to speak,   eyes narrowed slightly,    “ i don't understand how you can stand it.    that cult and douma both,   they piss me off. ”

maybe it's the eerie similarity between herself and the upper moon.    their eyes,   their upbringing,   she's just not sure,   but it stirs some bitter feeling of jealousy in her throat.    if she were still human,   that kind of jealousy would have disgusted her,   but instead it just fuels her irritation with it all.    “ that cult is just a waste of time anyways,   it'd be better if you just didn't go back. ”

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jumpscare

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❛ you are going to stay here, aren't you? ❜ (from kyōjurō <3, but they're babies again)

sentence starters / @omonzuru

the flow of time seems to change completely.    years in a cage had blended together seamlessly,   in one long blur.    no windows to tell the passage of time with,   and nothing to mark the passing days with,   those twelve years may as well have been a long dream,   unending.    in contrast,   the two years since have passed so quickly it's overwhelming.    fourteen now,   she feels unrecognizable from that helpless child that shinjurō had saved.

maybe that feeling is what makes her ask for a water breathing teacher.    she's long since learned that flame breathing would be wholly incompatible for her   (  in a way,   she wouldn't feel worthy to wield it anyways.    her hands are too stained with guilt.  ),   and shinjurō had once said that water breathing tended to be the easiest to learn for most people.    when she asks,   there's a conflicted look on the flame hashira's face that she can't understand,   but she doesn't ask,   and he doesn't elaborate,   sighing out a   i'll see what i can do.

of course,   it was exactly what she had asked for,   but it surprises her how quickly it takes for shinjurō to find a suitable teacher.    a personal friend of his,   a former water hashira that had recently retired from the position.    he tells her that she'll leave in two weeks,   and maybe she feels a bit selfish for wanting to stay longer.    surely she's taken enough of their generosity,   but the idea of leaving so suddenly pulls at her heart.    this is the closest thing to home that she's ever had,   after all.

maybe even more concerning than that:   she isn't sure how she'll tell kyōjurō.    shinjurō may have been her hero,   but kyōjurō had been her first ever friend.

so she resolves to spend as much time as possible with him before she goes,   becoming something like a shadow to him,   quietly following day in and day out.    it's not exactly subtle,   but she doesn't expect him to pick up on it so quickly.    maybe it's her fault,   underestimating just how closely he pays attention to the things around him.

you are going to stay here,   aren't you?

perched comfortably in the branches of a tree,   looking down on him as he trains,   it's a line of questioning that catches her completely off guard.    there's a heavy silence that falls over them,   and her voice dies in her throat before she can come up with an excuse.    whether or not she's truthful here,   she'll be gone in a little under a week now.

“ i can't stay. ”    her gaze wanders,   to the branches swaying softly in the breeze,   clouds floating aimlessly across the sky,   anywhere as long as she isn't looking at him.    it's easier to get the words out if she doesn't have to see how he reacts.    “ i want to learn water breathing.    i want to become a demon slayer,   just like you want to be one.    your father already found someone to teach me. ”

maybe want isn't the correct word.    a normal life isn't one she can see for herself,   guilt seeping into veins,   mixing with her blood until she can't tell the difference.    putting every ounce of hatred,   guilt,   &   anger into killing the things that had ruined her life before it had even began is the only path she sees left for herself.    at least if she dies killing a demon,   it's a form of atonement for all the grief her cursed family has put into the world.

those aren't thoughts to share,   though.

“ it wont be forever . . .    and i can write you letters. “    not quite a lie,   but not quite the truth.    even if she finishes training,   it's not like she would be coming back to the rengoku estate.    the next logical step would be to take the final selection,   and if she's lucky   (  perhaps replace luck with spite;   if that demon hadn't killed her,   she wouldn't let any other kill her either  ),   she'll come out alive as a fully fledged slayer.    “ wouldn't it be nice to be demon slayers together? ”

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look at her

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so on the subject of the serpent demon, i think she is actually a distant ancestor of obanai. it's how her family even comes to an agreement with her in the first place. they had always been thieves and murderers, so when one of their own was turned into a demon it became an easy opportunity to make it that much easier, by ridding themselves of the evidence entirely ( no body to find if the demon eats it, after all ).

[whirling-fangs]

There was no fooling the boar's instincts.

Whatever was kept behind those walls had to be something important, or the hairless monkeys wouldn't go to such lengths to keep it hidden. He could pick up many wonderful smells wafting from there, enough to send chills crawling down his spine. Those humans were pesky, encroaching turf stealers... but they sure knew how to make food taste better.

His tunnel would soon emerge right where he wanted it to, revealing more wonders than his youthful mind had even dared to hope for. Human food, warm and fresh, pouring right into the cavity he had just emerged from.

He was about to push his mask up his skull when he finally snapped out of his daze. Something was in there! A human, and a small one! The boar nearly retreated into his tunnel, but his curiosity was piqued.

And his stomach was growling rather loud.

"Why are you in there? And why aren't you eating all that food? If you ate it, I bet you'd be strong enough to tear those walls down! You look like a shrimp!" The boar spoke in an oddly croaked voice, for such an evidently young creature. His vocal chords were a little rusty.

He couldn't resist it any longer. A dirty hand snatched the first piece of food it could reach, and shoveled it under the fur that crowned his shoulders.

"Maybe you'd even be strong enough to beat whoever's keeping you in there."

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why are you in there  is a question that,   up until a few weeks ago,   she wouldn't have been able to answer.   she had asked,   time and time again,   and every time the answer had been different.   in the back of her mind it clicks why they had kept lying to her,   she would have tried to plan an escape sooner had she known the only value her life had to them was that of a human sacrifice.   slowly,   she pulls her knees to her chest,   and she hesitates for a moment before speaking,   like saying it out loud would seal her fate.   “ they want to feed me to a demon. ”

food disappears under a layer of fur,   and despite the disgust that curls in her stomach,   she's thankful for it.   there's always a distinct sense of irritation and desperation when her older sisters see how little of the food she's willing to eat.   pleas made on sickeningly sweet voices do little to persuade her into eating either,   so maybe if this strange creature eats it all,   she'll be left alone long enough to finish cutting the wood without being noticed.

“ i just don't want to eat.   you can have it. ”   she makes no excuse,   delving into the reasons why seems needlessly painful.   the idea that she could be strong enough to fight that monster has her shaking her head,   an edge of panic seeping into her voice,   “ there's no way!   i don't want to fight,   i just want to run away. ”

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look at this thing

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i think muzan shouldve just stayed a woman for the whole manga

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  non - halloween  themed  dialogue  prompts  for  all  your  slashers,  final  girls,  and  other  horrors  beyond  your  comprehension.  trigger  warning  for  dark  themes.  feel  free  to  edit  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜

❛ i’m every nightmare you ever had. ❜

❛ i want to see your true face. ❜

❛ one way or another, you’re going to die tonight. ❜

❛ just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not already here. ❜

❛ by the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it. ❜

❛ you’re playing a dangerous game here, girl. ❜

❛ i’m playing the villain, just like you wanted. ❜

❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜

❛ scream all you want. no one will hear you. ❜

❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜

❛ there you are, my darling! ❜

❛ i knew you would come back to me. ❜

❛ don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you? ❜

❛ i’m going to send you back to hell where you came from! ❜

❛ you can’t keep me here forever! ❜

❛ how are you still alive? i killed you! ❜

❛ sometimes human spaces make inhuman monsters. ❜

❛ please. why don’t you just let me go? ❜

❛ this missing poster has your face on it. ❜

❛ that wasn’t so bad, was it? ❜

❛ what’s wrong, you don’t trust me? ❜

❛ i know a lot about you. more than you think. ❜

❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜

❛ we could have been beautiful together. ❜

❛ when you think you’re alone, someone watches. ❜

❛ rest while you can, because i will hunt you and eat you whole. ❜

❛ what you want is very wrong. ❜

❛ you look so pretty all tied up like this. ❜

❛ what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. ❜

❛ god isn’t here. god doesn’t even know about this place. ❜

❛ there is something at work in my soul which i do not understand. ❜

❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜

❛ you know what they say, an eye for an eye. ❜

❛ why don’t you scream for me? ❜

❛ are you… smelling me? ❜

❛ we’re going to die out here. ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of anything. not anymore. ❜

❛ we will be what everyone wants to be. perfect. ❜

❛ no offense, but i think you might be just a little too crazy for me. ❜

❛ we all go a little mad sometimes. ❜

❛ the harder i try to escape, the further i get into this awful place. ❜

❛ this was not how it was supposed to go! ❜

❛ this is the end of your little game. i win. ❜

❛ don’t leave me! i can’t be alone! ❜

❛ no one is coming for you. ❜

❛ you hide. and i’ll try to find you. sound fun? ❜

❛ fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. ❜

❛ what’s the matter, honey? you’ve barely touched your dinner. ❜

❛ don’t be afraid. dying is much easier than living. ❜

❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜

❛ let’s get you some clothes before i get too turned on. ❜

❛ you weren’t putting that tongue to use anyway. ❜

❛ shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? ❜

❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜

[idagiri]

" Am I your favorite? " she's hanging off of obanais back, chin rested on the older girls shoulder. " I mean -- you don't let inosuke or tanjiro or ... any of the younger slayers, really, get this close. Am I your favorite? "

the weight of zenitsu hanging off her back,   chin resting on her shoulder,   it's a surprisingly comfortable feeling to her.   she doesn't bother glancing back at the girl when she speaks,   the only sign that she had been listening being the stilling of her hand,   the letter in front of her momentarily ignored.   if someone had asked her if she had a favorite,   she would have said she didn't have favorites among the new slayers,   she dislikes them all equally.

“ i'm not supposed to have favorites. ”   it's both a truth and a lie at the same time,   strangely contradicting,  and well—   she knows better than to lie to zenitsu.   she sounds almost amused,   and the faintest sign of a smile under her mask shows on her face,   “ what do you think? you are currently hanging off my back, after all. ”

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hidden mha verse lore that im too lazy to write down

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i'm alive and engaged now

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❛ would you like to talk about it? ❜

sounds of nightmares ; @mizukokyu

sleep is not something that comes easily to her,   it's one of the few things that have been a constant in her life.   if she's lucky,   she can fall into a dreamless sleep for a few hours,   enough to keep exhaustion from overtaking her.   that's only if she's lucky.   on nights like tonight,   with the moon obscured by clouds and darkness encroaching too heavily,   it feels unsurprising her unconscious mind drags her back into the memories that she tries to keep locked away.

it's always a strange amalgamation,   too abstract to be real.   the feeling of cold steel digging into warm flesh,   blood dripping from her chin,   and the feeling of being watched by something just out of sight.   it registers somewhere in the back of her mind that this is a nightmare,   but fear smothers any rational thought when she's face to face with that demon.   she's twelve again,   and helpless when sharp teeth close around her throat—

when she wakes up,   it's with a start,   heart pounding,   breathing uneven and eyes darting around the room for any sign of something astray.   it's quiet,   and there's some comfort to be found in that.   so used to dealing with this alone,   the fact that giyū is sharing a bed with her hadn't crossed her mind until he speaks,   and when he does she jumps   (  later,   she'll make a half - hearted threat to never mention it  ) .

the ugly feeling that wells up in her chest is some mix between mortification and blind anger,   and defensiveness is her first reaction,   and her voice is harsh,   near mocking,   despite an uneven tone,   “ do i look like i want to talk about it? ”

then it's guilt.   lashing out,   pushing people away,   it's an easy habit to fall back on with her mind still under the lingering influence of fear.   she falls silent for a moment,   tilting her head away from him in an unfocused stare at the corner of the room.   when she looks away from him,   it's like she curls in on herself,   her nails digging into her arms when she does.

“ later,   maybe. ”   this time,   her voice lacks any of the previous hostility.   she sounds exhausted,   even if she knows sleep will be impossible after this.   that's fine,   a lack of sleep is better than what her subconscious has in store for her. she doesn't look back at him, it feels just a little easier this way.   “ just stay here with me,   please? ”

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getting jumpscared by douma in my online game

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she's so silly to me