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Rengoku Kyōjurō | indie | mutuals only | private | selective | est. 10/10/2019 | flame-given by quinn | mobile rules ( pls read my rules i beg ) | sick header by holylies!!

[kyoanikis]

|| 🚀 i crave,,,pillar friendships 

[soidontbreak]

to the tune of walking on sunshine:  

                    ♪ ~   i’m walking on  e g g s h e l l s   whooooOOAAAOoa   ~ ♪

[etrnitys]

prettiest mom of the year i think

[kyoanikis]

robustxs​:

     his expression softens as he hears footsteps approaching  ,  the flame pillar’s voice echoing  ,  his presence brightening the room without a single effort  .  the rock pillar turns his attention from the kettle  ,  you could see smoke coming out of its tip  .  

      ❝ ah  —    kyojuro … ❞ hands are joined together  ,  giving his companion a bow of his head  .  ❝ please  ,  make yourself comfortable  .  was i away for too long ? ❞

With permission from his fellow hashira, Kyōjurō sits across from the man and leans on the tabletop with his arms crossed, a most relaxed position for him. ❝ I believe so! Our paths haven’t crossed in quite some time, and we’ve never done a mission together before either. I trust you’re well and healthy! ❞

Perhaps this is his slight indication that one day he desires the privilege to fight alongside the rock hashira, his choice of weaponry something Kyōjurō has long admired. 

[kyoanikis]

|| have a spicy sunday hc for kyou that no one asked for but y’all are getting anyway ( cw for nsfw hc discussion unrelated to darker themes )

▷▷▷ kyōjurō and shibari, loss of control

kyou would thrive with a partner(s) who would indulge in restraining him in some way, whether that is through tying him up in various forms ( a little, like just his wrists, or a lot ), blindfolding him, or even shibari ( though for this, he prefers it clothed and with tighter bonds, something he can simply exist in for a while ). what he needs is to lose control sometimes, to have a partner(s) that take over and take control. it is almost therapeutic for him, because he must be in control all of the time. it’s exhausting for him to be that way 24/7! granted, there are other ways that he de-stresses that have nothing to do with sexual anything, but this material can really shake him to his core with the right person/people. 

so yeah!!  tie him up...afsdgdhgfjhgj,h that is all 

[kyoanikis]

holylies​:

send  ❛ ♡ ❜  to suddenly hug my muse !     `     @kyoanikis​

         “   Hoi!   Flame   Pillar   Rengoku-san,   it’s   been   a   while!   “   You   quickly   dart   forward,   the   winter   chill   following   you   as   you   are   winter   personified.   Your   arms   wrap   around   his   waist,   your   chest   at   his   back,   and   you   feel   him   become   rigid   out   of   reflex.   The   Harvest   Moon   hangs   in   the   sky,   the   eternal   reminder   that   whenever   the   Pillar   leaves   in   the   dark   —   chromatic   eyes   are   sure   to   follow   —   depending   on   the   distance,   of   course.   

            An   insatiable   desire   for   attention,   that   sly   fox   grin   expressing   your   joviality   openly,   this   truce   has   become   more   than   just   a   visitation   period   to   bring   inconvenience   —   instead;   the   Upper   Two   has   found   someone   else   to   visit   when   his   comrades   are   out   fighting   the   monsters   of   the   night   or   to   annoy   their   selective   human   playthings.   Instead,   some   part   of   your   mind   knows   Muzan-sama   has   known   about   the   sojourns   of   said   humans   and   would   only   allow   such   things   under   extreme   situational   circumstances   —   to   gain   information.

            But   you   hold   little   detective   advantage   and   could   never   reach   physical   torture   as   far   as   bringing   pain   isn’t   what   you   wish   to   accomplish   in   this   world.   Instead,   without   even   realizing   it,   your   physique   is   far   more   than   you   expect   it   to   be,   and   lessen   the   crushing   hug   out   of   your   excitement   to   see   the   man   who   wields   the   fire.   

      “   Ah,   sorry,   sorry!   “   You   do   not   let   go.   “ Two   years?   It’s   been   such   a   long   time   for   your   human   life!   It   almost   seems   like   yesterday   that   I   met   you!   Ooh,   do   you   have   any   new   scars?   You   seem   so   tense,   Rengoku-san!   “  

A shame he mistook the brisk winter chill on his back for the change in season. Another piece of evidence that this truce, this period of twist peace under wicked circumstance of the amalgamations that plague both humans and demons alike have dulled his sense of alert when it came to certain demons. The near-crushing embrace is tight against his ribs. Demons truly are shit at knowing their strength, and knowing boundaries. 

Two years. Two years might be no time at all when you are immortal, but he was certainly human and two years felt like a slap in the face. He should be relieved at the distance between now and the last time they spoke, even wishing for more, but the annoyance is rooted it the fact the distance was there at all. One demon came around more often, it made friendship feel real and tangible ( even if he was breaking the rules, they both were, but he won’t entertain those thoughts now ). 

❝ Demon, ❞  Kyōjurō didn’t bother to hide the acid on his tongue, knowing full well the other’s capability to see straight through him anyway. ❝ What are you doing, and why do you feel the need to crush me like this? Don’t you have other sorry creatures to annoy? ❞ The solid presence around him pulls on his vulnerability, how starved he is for the embrace of another. He was truly awful sometimes, but such is the fault of carrying emotions. However much he wished it were not true, the demon’s affections ( if they could be called that ) rattled the chains of his heartstrings and pulled.

[kyoanikis]

⎡ @pasttorn​ asked: “ Can’t sleep ? ” from akaza ! ! ! ! either verse works ngl iUHSDVXZK | midnight woes | accepting! ✹

The familiar voice of the demon is nearly as natural to him as the ambient sounds of the Rengoku house’s courtyard, the rustling of leaves and insects going about their night, peaceful as ever. The bustling thoughts running through his head, repeated words that plague him from his childhood ( he hates how much everything affects him, he can’t seem to not let his father get to him, he cannot forget his shortcomings ) and the fear of failing as a mentor, as a brother are the root cause for the purple under his eyes. It looks foreign on his face. Why Kyōjurō cannot rest lately, he isn’t sure what exactly set everything in motion, but he has....seen better days. Perhaps it is being home so much, the hallways that haunt him are quite literally everywhere here. Senjurō’s presence breaks those evils down during the day, but his brother is sound asleep, as he should be at this hour. 

Kyōjurō greeted the demon with a nod. ❝ No, ❞ he answered truthfully. There isn’t any energy in him left to feign an endlessly positive demeanor, especially when Akaza had already seen him be serious. There wasn’t any need for him to force a smile, and it was comforting not only to see the other again ( their friendship baffled him, along with his own confusing emotion, but he was truly grateful for the demon ) but to let his real emotions show. He knew that just because he was honest about how he was doing didn’t mean that he had to elaborate on it either, he wouldn’t be prodded or overanalyzed. ❝ But it’s alright. The night sky is beautiful, isn’t it? I haven’t gotten to appreciate it like I should, so I figured now would be the right time. ❞

How odd it was, for the night to be a comfort for him now, where it used to only mean a time for duty and dread until the dawn. Growing used to seeing the night as calming and peaceful during his longer stays home between missions now had been good for him. Despite the gravel in his tired voice, he carries on, he doesn’t know when Akaza will leave. ❝ I don’t want to fight tonight. I hope you can be entertained in other ways. There’s a stray dog somewhere in town I am certain would enjoy playing fetch with you. No doubt he’d enjoy your endless energy. ❞ He chuckles at the image, Akaza playing with a dog. Somehow, dogs suited him. Kyōjurō made a mental note to ask him later if he liked dogs. ❝  ...you’re doing well, yes? ❞

[kyoanikis]

fcxblossom​:

ღ written for @kyoanikis​ ღ

A gentle flutter, wings beating against the empty space in front of her before the crow disappeared– disappearing, but never straying too far away from its master. Moments after, soft lavender eyes set upon the male before her as a warm smile graced her features. “ It seems we’ve arrived. ” Youko states as her hands clasp together. She’d only recently become a pillar, but even so, it wasn’t too uncommon for her to be paired with another slayer. In all honesty, as much as she enjoyed what little independence she had as a slayer, being partnered was rather welcoming since it allowed for Youko to get closer with those that fight alongside her family. Even now, as a relatively new comrade had joined their ranks, Youko would reach out to him with the same display of gratitude as she would to even seasoned slayers.

“ Now Rengoku-kun, what is the first thing you should do after arriving to your missions location? ” He was not her tsugoku, yet she saw no harm in simple little tests like this. Nonetheless, she was also aware that because of her family, working alongside her may be a little daunting to newcomers. It was important during these moments to make sure one stayed calm and collected, as forgetting even the smallest detail could lead towards the gravest mistakes.

The young boy as already an eager soul, full of energy and spirit, but his natural eagerness exploded when he realized that he was being gifted the privilege of accompanying a pillar on a mission. It was as if his luck had turned a new leaf. Ever since his father stopped training him, Kyōjurō has been on his own, pursuing swordsmanship skills and knowledge of the breath of flame style through written works passed down within his family line. He was an excellent student, pushing himself far every time he trained, whether it was with a wooden sword in his hands or a book. Kyōjurō only hoped that Ubayashiki-sama did not see how he was practically vibrating. 

                 ( the boy has a feeling she wouldn’t tease him if she did though )

❝ Investigate! Search the area for demonic presence and talk with the locals! ❞ Kyōjurō’s childish voice broke once in his enthusiasm, but he is too excited to care. This was his chance to learn from a superior again...! He couldn’t let the opportunity go to waste. Surely, he could also teach Senjurō whatever he learns here too.

Perhaps, within him, there is a part of his heart that yearns for external validation that he doesn’t quite understand that propels him to go beyond his typical self. Youko’s gentle aura and kindness were a stark but refreshing counter to the harshness and berating tones he is used to.

[missgoldnweek]

ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧ for anonymous

[kyoanikis]

𝚛𝚊𝚢-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚗​:

In all honesty, the teen was not quite sure what he was in for, but after seeing his mentor beaming with energy, he couldn’t help but tap into that nagging curiosity of his. Onyx eyes staring as the older had laid everything out for the two to use, brows raising as he waited on an explanation as a look of confusion played along his face. Carving faces? Parts after? Needless to say, the boy was at a loss, but he continued to nod as the other spoke. “ I can’t say I have. ” Eyes furrowed, Ray thought back for a moment. All he really ever did with his family was read and do majority of house chores. His home itself was secluded for the most part, asides from a small village ways away, so he didn’t have many friends before he’d ran away. An idea, however, had struck him and caused the ravenette to turn and face the pillar with a blank face. “ If the outer layer of a pumpkin is dense, then why don’t we use our swords? They cut through demons with ease, so this should slice like butter, right? ” His face was a deadpan as a sole index finger pointed towards the two pumpkins now. It took a moment before he continued on, tone just a tad more playful. “ I’m joking. I wouldn’t disrespect our swordsmiths like that. ” Well, the question was still in the air, but Ray decided to just leave that idea at bay.

He soon moved to reach out, almost hesitantly, before allowing his small fingers to trace along the curves and bumps of the large gourd experimentally. Eyes darting towards the knives laid out for them before moving back onto what they were supposed to be gutting and carving. An hushed voice soon following after, almost as if it was afraid of asking for help for the first time in forever. “ Can you… show me how? ”

Owlish gaze track the boy and observes, holding out that this will be a good bonding experience. When he had taken over Kanroji’s training after his father abandoned her, he made sure to include her in activities like these, and those are some of his fondest memories. Kyōjurō believes that strengthening bonds trains the heart, and it is just as important in demon slaying as swordsmanship practice. A weak heart would make for an ill-equipped slayer, no matter how swift and steady their blade. 

Oh, he can’t be serious, can he? What a serious look on his face— ❝ PFFT, WAHAHA! You almost got me there! For a moment I thought you were serious. Impressive, impressive! ❞

Something familiar and protective stirs in his chest as his student asks to be shown how to begin carving. Kyōjurō practically raised his brother on his own for almost a decade, he knows well how to care for a boy who is hurting. ❝ Yes, of course! ❞ He takes hold of his own pumpkin and grabs a kitchen knife, pausing for a moment to think what he will put on it. ❝ Think about what you want it to be. The parts of the pumpkin that we cut away will be lit up by the candle we’ll put inside later. Take your knife like this, ❞ he carefully begins to poke into the skin just enough to trace good lines, ❝  and draw the parts you want to cut out. Start there! ❞

❝ I am putting a chicken on this one. ❞

[kyoanikis]

𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚊-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚗​:

“But I fight them all the time. They’re usually stronger opponents than when I try to fight civilians.” Perhaps it’s good that Inosuke’s crow is too afraid of him to report back how many corps rules he breaks daily. He has no idea what the consequences would be, but they’re consequences, and that means bad, right?

❝ H— ❞ the flame pillar starts but chooses to bite his tongue. Inosuke is just a kid, and he gets the feeling that no one ever sat him down and explained corps rules. The boy can’t help what he doesn’t know, but Kyōjurō knows it is part of his duty as a mentor to correct rule-breaking behavior. ❝ ENTHUSIASM IS GOOD, but you cannot fight other corps members haphazardly! There is a rule against that, because we all work together. You shouldn’t take a swing unprompted at a fellow slayer unless you are in an agree upon spar, and even then, I encourage you to stick with wooden swords, hahaha! ❞

[horrificmemes]

Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night.

[robustxs]

     the thing about long period of times away is that he always gets a chance to buy all sorts of tea leaves  .  he’s going to quietly make a cup or two and leave the door open  ,  windows as well  …  expecting the scent might attract someone to join him  . 

[kyoanikis]

An open door begs to be walked through, and Kyōjurō has never been one to be shy. He pokes his head through the door and spots a familiar face before striding all the way in with a spirited smile. ❝ HIMEJIMA-SAN! Good afternoon! Forgive my intrusion! Is it alright if I join you? It’s been too long! ❞

[kyoanikis]

⎡ @huboaris​ asked: Throws a punch to say hello | misc. | always accepting! ✹

❝ INOSUKE, MY BOY! EXCELLENT, EXCELLENT! YOU’RE READY TO TRAIN AT ANY MOMENT, THAT’S THE KIND OF MOMENTUM I LIKE TO SEE! ❞ Kyōjurō blocks the boy’s fist with an open palm and is reminded of a certain wind pillar’s hothead eagerness. ❝ HOWEVER! If you want to begin training, you must use your words! You should never fight another slayer unprompted, it is against Corps rules. You didn’t know, so it’s alright, but do shout before jumping in, WAHAHA! ❞

[kyoanikis]

|| 🚀 kamabokos pspspsps come train and have lunch with ur flame boy mentor pspsps

[hyakuemu]

—Thank you for fighting to the very end, to protect lives other than your own. Thank you for your help. I vow to one day become just like you.

[treesandstix-deactivated2018012]

*calls housephone and leaves a message* hello cats … how r u so far. sorry we had 2 leave u alone today…we will be back