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@kimetsu-asks
Roleplay blog for the majority of Kimetsu No Yaiba characters!!
You don’t have to be a RP blog to interact, everyone is welcome.
Always specify which character(s) you’re talking to.
Universes available: Canon Universe, Post-Manga, Kimetsu Gakuen, Actor AU. (If you don’t mention any, I’ll immediately assume you’re referring to Canon)
( My OC YUME is also available to talk! )
Rules under the cut ;; have fun!!
@a-grotesque-beauty
(to shinobu)
♪ — ' uwaaah , my big sister likes insects too ~!'
“ Is that so~? What’s her favorite insect? ”
♪ — ' oooh , she loves spiders the most ~! she's drawn the prettiest webs and she's wonderful at drawing moths ~!'
“ Spiders and moths? She has a good taste, then! ”
“ Here, how about you tell her about Archaeidaes and Lepidopteras? I’m sure she’ll love them. ”
@a-grotesque-beauty
(to susa)
( っ'-')╮ =͟͟͞͞ 🏐
the lady stepped aside , letting the ball hit a nearby tree so hard it fell backwards .
she was stunned to silence by the sheer strength displayed .
Susamaru is not surprised that she dodged it, as if it was already planned.
“ One more! ”
(to giyu)
HI TOMIOKA SAN!!
Love ur personality<3
Tomioka nods as a greeting. He appreciates the compliment, in a way.
“ Thank you. ”
@a-grotesque-beauty
(to yahaba)
♪ — ' yaha-chan ~! do the eyes on your hands cry ?'
“ Why wouldn’t they? They’re my eyes. ”
@a-grotesque-beauty
(to susa)
( っ'-')╮ =͟͟͞͞ 🏐
@a-grotesque-beauty
(to shinobu)
♪ — ' uwaaah , my big sister likes insects too ~!'
“ Is that so~? What’s her favorite insect? ”
⟢ Actor AU !
Kamaboko Squad || Hashiras (you’re here already) || Uppermoons || Others
TOMIOKA GIYUU
Real name is Yuki!
Looks like an introvert, is actually an extrovert.
Resting bitch face, makes it very easy to act as Giyuu.
The living example of Regular Dude.
KANROJI MITSURI
Real name is Kaho!
Other than an actress, she’s also a model.
Doesn’t like her own character, finds it “too exaggerated” for someone like her.
A real girls’ girl.
TENGEN UZUI
Real name is Yuusei!
Too stressed with work and family for his own good. (Still loves his family though)
Average dad behaviour.
Got influenced by his character and now uses a bunch of rings around friends.
KYOJURO RENGOKU
Real name is Eiji!
They got him a wig because it’d be too difficult to keep the hair that way for too long.
No one knows much about him.
Never afraid to speak up for himself or someone else.
HIMEJIMA GYOMEI
Real name is Shinnosuke!
His body is absolutely not natural, not 100% atleast.
The calmest one, he’s always composed.
Does not like interviews, would very much prefer keep his personal life to himself.
KOCHO SHINOBU
Real name is Miyū!
Much older than her character, and just as mature.
She’s a lot on Instagram and Twitter, but only to be silly and share interesting facts.
Friends with Naoya (Tanjiro), Kaho (Mitsuri) and Takahiro (Muichiro).
MUICHIRO TOKITO
Real name is Takahiro!
Actually hates this career.
Very close to Miyū, goes to her for advice for most part.
Brings his homework to the studio everyday.
SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI
Real name is Atomu!
Every single one of the scars on his face are real.
Not hostile at all, will always prefer to be respectful and mind his own business.
Lives off of caffeine.
OBANAI IGURO
Real name is Hajime!
Actually has a crush on Mitsuri’s actress, but it’s one-sided (and he’s too young anyway).
Weird kid, likes to explore new things even if it’s unusual.
Kaburamaru is fake. It never existed.
PS: Even though I’ve mentioned their real names, you can still refer to them as the characters. They don’t mind.
@a-grotesque-beauty ♪ — ' susaaa-chaaaaan ~. thank you for not destroying my home again ~'
Susamaru doesn’t take the comment too seriously, mostly because she’s not sure if Onpu herself is playing around or not.
“ You are sooooo welcome, Onpu-chan! ”
The man walked quietly through the halls of the Butterfly Mansion, careful not to disturb anyone. Balanced in his hands was a wooden tray laden with bowls of food and small cups of bitter medicine for the recovering Demon Slayers.
He still wasn't sure why Aoi had sent him.
Some of the patients here had been injured because of him. Some had nearly died by his hands. Even so, she'd simply handed him the tray and told him to deliver it. Reaching a pair of shoji doors, he paused and slid one open just enough to peek inside.
Three familiar faces
Well... familiar enough.
The red-haired boy. Kamado. He knew. The boy wearing the boar's head and the nervous blond were strangers to him, he remembered them from the train that night, He'd never learned their names. "...I brought your food," he said quietly, his voice rough with uncertainty. "And your medicine." His shoulders stiffened almost immediately.
The red-haired boy. Kamado. He knew. The boy wearing the boar's head and the nervous blond were strangers to him, he remembered them from the train that night, He'd never learned their names. "...I brought your food," he said quietly, his voice rough with uncertainty. "And your medicine." His shoulders stiffened almost immediately.
It still felt strange talking to people as a human. He lowered his head in a respectful bow before stepping inside, keeping his eyes on the floor a moment longer than necessary.
There’s only three people in the room, and two of them are no longer awake. One of their bed sheets are scattered all over the floor. Zenitsu and Inosuke should be resting on their own beds. Instead, they’ve decided to invade Kamado’s personal space. He clearly doesn’t mind at all (and actually enjoys to keep them nearby).
At the sound of a new visitor, Tanjiro immediately turned over to check who it is. Despite his terrible condition—with a lower arm that doesn’t work and completely blind from an eye—, he’s not too upset. A friendly smile grow on his face, peeking at the tray the “stranger” just brought.
“ Oh, thank you! My friends are super tired though, I don’t know when they’ll wake up. ”
Taking a better look at him, Tanjiro discreetly sniffed once or twice. This smell is weirdly familiar (and so is this man’s face), yet he doesn’t remember why. Maybe it’s a consequence from his last battle, he thought. His expression is not as welcoming, though remaining fairly gentle to not startle him. There’s a faint scent of doubt or hesitancy.
“ Have we... ever met before? ”
The man, appearing to be a teenager, had fluffy black hair, light pink eyelashes, pale blue irises, and soft features. His scent was one of sorrow and remorse, mixed with the crisp aroma of freshly fallen snow, cedarwood, and smoke.
He paused in the doorway, taking a breath before walking inside and setting the medicine on the table.
"We have met, Kamado," the man said, pulling up his sleeve to reveal the familiar blue lines on his wrist. Though they no longer covered his entire body. He didnt know how else to tell Tanjiro who he was. expect 'im the upperank that tried killing you days ago and also killed a hashira infront of you?' his hands shook just slightly. He isnt the confident upperank anymore, he was a nervous trainreck
His eyes opened with the sudden call of his name. The question “from where?” was already prepared, right at the tip of his tongue, but in the end it’s nothing more than a thought. The tattoos give him enough information.
“ . . . ”
Tanjiro’s body couldn’t really process which response it should go for, so he freezes on the spot. His memories brings him back to the Mugen Train, to the Infinity Castle, and especially to Rengoku. These moments still hurt, that’s undeniable.
However, something prevents him from being immediately hostile. Something else other than the suffocating sorrow.
“ . . . Akaza? ”
He muttered out. The blank expression makes it hard to tell if he’s confused, shocked, mad, or a mix of all the above.
" Hakujii, my name is Hakujii Soyama" the man says. He looks at Tanjiro. The blinded eye and unworking arm. The demon version of him would of called Tanjiro weak. " i know i am the last person you want to see right now" he continues " after Muzan died. His blood dissapeared from our veins, making us human. Is my understanding" Hakujii picks up a cup from the tray. Holds it out to Tanjiro." since i have nowhere else to go, i was told i can stay and help. " what... happened... to you? You were not like this when we fought." hr couldn't exactly stop himself from asking.
" you should wake them up, they need medicine."
“Hakujii Soyama”, he repeated to himself. Tanjiro used his only functional hand to grab the cup, looking at his own reflection during long seconds to properly take the brand new discovery. “So that’s who he really is.” he thought, before looking back up to face Hakujii.
“ Muzan. ”
He replied. Tanjiro considered only leaving it at that, but quickly changed his mind.
“ He turned me into a demon a few hours after we defeated you. It did a lot to my body. ”
Before he could add more into it, Tanjiro finally took long sips from his cup and gently shake his friends on top of him, trying to get them to wake up and take their medicine aswell. Inosuke is barely awake while he cooperates, letting out a loud “BLEWGH!” before compensating the taste with food. Zenitsu didn’t even wake up, and even then made the ugliest face possible at the bitterness.
The man walked quietly through the halls of the Butterfly Mansion, careful not to disturb anyone. Balanced in his hands was a wooden tray laden with bowls of food and small cups of bitter medicine for the recovering Demon Slayers.
He still wasn't sure why Aoi had sent him.
Some of the patients here had been injured because of him. Some had nearly died by his hands. Even so, she'd simply handed him the tray and told him to deliver it. Reaching a pair of shoji doors, he paused and slid one open just enough to peek inside.
Three familiar faces
Well... familiar enough.
The red-haired boy. Kamado. He knew. The boy wearing the boar's head and the nervous blond were strangers to him, he remembered them from the train that night, He'd never learned their names. "...I brought your food," he said quietly, his voice rough with uncertainty. "And your medicine." His shoulders stiffened almost immediately.
The red-haired boy. Kamado. He knew. The boy wearing the boar's head and the nervous blond were strangers to him, he remembered them from the train that night, He'd never learned their names. "...I brought your food," he said quietly, his voice rough with uncertainty. "And your medicine." His shoulders stiffened almost immediately.
It still felt strange talking to people as a human. He lowered his head in a respectful bow before stepping inside, keeping his eyes on the floor a moment longer than necessary.
There’s only three people in the room, and two of them are no longer awake. One of their bed sheets are scattered all over the floor. Zenitsu and Inosuke should be resting on their own beds. Instead, they’ve decided to invade Kamado’s personal space. He clearly doesn’t mind at all (and actually enjoys to keep them nearby).
At the sound of a new visitor, Tanjiro immediately turned over to check who it is. Despite his terrible condition—with a lower arm that doesn’t work and completely blind from an eye—, he’s not too upset. A friendly smile grow on his face, peeking at the tray the “stranger” just brought.
“ Oh, thank you! My friends are super tired though, I don’t know when they’ll wake up. ”
Taking a better look at him, Tanjiro discreetly sniffed once or twice. This smell is weirdly familiar (and so is this man’s face), yet he doesn’t remember why. Maybe it’s a consequence from his last battle, he thought. His expression is not as welcoming, though remaining fairly gentle to not startle him. There’s a faint scent of doubt or hesitancy.
“ Have we... ever met before? ”
The man, appearing to be a teenager, had fluffy black hair, light pink eyelashes, pale blue irises, and soft features. His scent was one of sorrow and remorse, mixed with the crisp aroma of freshly fallen snow, cedarwood, and smoke.
He paused in the doorway, taking a breath before walking inside and setting the medicine on the table.
"We have met, Kamado," the man said, pulling up his sleeve to reveal the familiar blue lines on his wrist. Though they no longer covered his entire body. He didnt know how else to tell Tanjiro who he was. expect 'im the upperank that tried killing you days ago and also killed a hashira infront of you?' his hands shook just slightly. He isnt the confident upperank anymore, he was a nervous trainreck
His eyes opened with the sudden call of his name. The question “from where?” was already prepared, right at the tip of his tongue, but in the end it’s nothing more than a thought. The tattoos give him enough information.
“ . . . ”
Tanjiro’s body couldn’t really process which response it should go for, so he freezes on the spot. His memories brings him back to the Mugen Train, to the Infinity Castle, and especially to Rengoku. These moments still hurt, that’s undeniable.
However, something prevents him from being immediately hostile. Something else other than the suffocating sorrow.
“ . . . Akaza? ”
He muttered out. The blank expression makes it hard to tell if he’s confused, shocked, mad, or a mix of all the above.
The man walked quietly through the halls of the Butterfly Mansion, careful not to disturb anyone. Balanced in his hands was a wooden tray laden with bowls of food and small cups of bitter medicine for the recovering Demon Slayers.
He still wasn't sure why Aoi had sent him.
Some of the patients here had been injured because of him. Some had nearly died by his hands. Even so, she'd simply handed him the tray and told him to deliver it. Reaching a pair of shoji doors, he paused and slid one open just enough to peek inside.
Three familiar faces
Well... familiar enough.
The red-haired boy. Kamado. He knew. The boy wearing the boar's head and the nervous blond were strangers to him, he remembered them from the train that night, He'd never learned their names. "...I brought your food," he said quietly, his voice rough with uncertainty. "And your medicine." His shoulders stiffened almost immediately.
The red-haired boy. Kamado. He knew. The boy wearing the boar's head and the nervous blond were strangers to him, he remembered them from the train that night, He'd never learned their names. "...I brought your food," he said quietly, his voice rough with uncertainty. "And your medicine." His shoulders stiffened almost immediately.
It still felt strange talking to people as a human. He lowered his head in a respectful bow before stepping inside, keeping his eyes on the floor a moment longer than necessary.
There’s only three people in the room, and two of them are no longer awake. One of their bed sheets are scattered all over the floor. Zenitsu and Inosuke should be resting on their own beds. Instead, they’ve decided to invade Kamado’s personal space. He clearly doesn’t mind at all (and actually enjoys to keep them nearby).
At the sound of a new visitor, Tanjiro immediately turned over to check who it is. Despite his terrible condition—with a lower arm that doesn’t work and completely blind from an eye—, he’s not too upset. A friendly smile grow on his face, peeking at the tray the “stranger” just brought.
“ Oh, thank you! My friends are super tired though, I don’t know when they’ll wake up. ”
Taking a better look at him, Tanjiro discreetly sniffed once or twice. This smell is weirdly familiar (and so is this man’s face), yet he doesn’t remember why. Maybe it’s a consequence from his last battle, he thought. His expression is not as welcoming, though remaining fairly gentle to not startle him. There’s a faint scent of doubt or hesitancy.
“ Have we... ever met before? ”
@a-grotesque-beauty (to susamaru , my underated queen) ♪ — ' susa-chan , you were the one outside my house weren't you ~? please be careful where you aim , you've injured on of the maids and now i have to pay repairs .. i'm sure there are other area's you can destroy .'
“ Maybee! ”
She giggles outloud, bouncing her temari on the floor over and over.
“ Where’s the fun in being careful? ”
she giggles , a little bit amused by this .
♪ — ' just be careful around the area my house is , okay ~? i never said be careful in general ~. you are very free to smash anything else you'd like ~♡'
She rolled her eyes and groaned, but never taking the grin off of her face. Susamaru is almost behaving like a child being scolded.
“ Gah, FINE. ”
With a last bounce, the ball abruptly stops on her palm, only to be thrown right at Onpu’s forehead. It’s not aggressive at all, resulting at best in a soft thud and the jingle of the bells.
“ But no promises! ”
... give dōma a shinobu plush ?
“ Aww... so cute! ”
“ . . . 💢 ”
@a-grotesque-beauty (to susamaru , my underated queen) ♪ — ' susa-chan , you were the one outside my house weren't you ~? please be careful where you aim , you've injured on of the maids and now i have to pay repairs .. i'm sure there are other area's you can destroy .'
“ Maybee! ”
She giggles outloud, bouncing her temari on the floor over and over.
“ Where’s the fun in being careful? ”
“ Tanjiro? ”
“ I... have something to show you. ”
• Kanao ( @kimetsu-asks )
Oh, kanao? What’s up?
Kanao is hiding something between her hands.
“ My master told me you’d be happy to know. ”
And then, she reveals a lovely little butterfly. It did not fly away, instead patiently flapping its wings (that contained a red color very similar to Tanjiro’s hair) on Kanao’s finger.
“ It reminded me of you. ”
“ Master! ”
Her voice is more high-pitched than usual. She corrects herself right away by covering her own lips, a little embarassed for the behaviour.
“ E-Excuse me... sorry, I’m just happy to see you. We rarely get to. ”
Yume lets out a soft chuckle.
“ How are you feeling today? Do you need anything? ”
• Yume ( @kimetsu-asks )
"Oh? Hello there, my dear child." His smile is infectious.
"No issues. I have missed you all greatly. And please, do not worry yourself with the status of my health. I am doing quite fine"
“ I apologize, I just can’t help it. Good to know you’re feeling well regardless. ”
