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@lordkibutsuji
"...ALL RIGHT, WELL HERE'S A BETTER QUESTION. do you wanna have a bad time? 'cause if you take another step forward, You are REALLY not going to like what happens next."
#lordkibutsuji: a private muzan roleplay blog, written by maggie. read the rules on @rabbitprose before interacting.
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"you cannot kill me in a way that matters."
hey y'all, a lot of you who follow me also followed tsukkiakarii and i wanted to post this to say they've been mistakenly terminated.
we're working on restoring their account atm.
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"you disgust me."
It was over in the blink of an eye.
The demon's claws had moved faster than Inosuke's skin could process. It didn't even have time to register the imminent danger, to urge his muscles to abort their current charge, and make him redirect all of his focus to defense. It would have been a pointless endeavor, anyway.
He couldn't feel anything past his elbow. His head weakly turned to the side, finally registering the absence of his beloved hide - blown away by the sheer force of the strike. There it was, lying a few meters away, along with a lump of flesh and a feebly glinting item.
His hide. His arm. His sword.
The few fingers he had left could barely wrap around his second blade, let alone lift it up. The demon had only struck him once, a diagonal cut, slicing through flesh and bone and easily tearing into his every organ. Only his heart was allowed to keep beating a little longer, a deliberate choice from the monster who had just taken him down.
He couldn't move. He couldn't even reply, his throat so deeply cut that his attempt at speaking only produced a gut-wrenching, gurgling noise. Only his eyes could still carry his thoughts, terror soon giving way to resolve. He had no way left to fight.
If one of us goes down the wrong path, we'll stop him.
It wouldn't even be a fair fight. His comrades would carry the strength and experience of every battle they had fought, when he would only be some rookie demon. They would find a way to defeat him.
They'd made a promise.
A weak smirk tugged at his lips, as the Demon Lord crouched down beside him. Don't think you've won, Inosuke's eyes said. They'll find me. They'll kill me. And then... they'll kill you!
was that the existence of hope in his eye? muzan could spot it from a mile away — that sense of winning, even when he had clearly lost. it was something the demon lord could not ever hope to understand — he'd lost. HE'D LOST. yet why did he wear that stupid smirk, as if he had accomplished anything?
nothing.
eyes narrow in distaste.
it was nothing.
there's an approach forward, touching that filthy human skull and forcing inosuke to look into his eyes. it was unfortunate that the other had stirred such a reaction in him — a fault in his own self that would need to be snuffed out.
"i will implant my will in your blood," veins rise on his hand, "my blood will run through yours — you will kill any source of hope you have in your heart."
then, eyes widen — that gaze that caused so many to run cold.
"is it your friends? then as you exist in these final moments, let me tell you something," teeth bare like an animal, "i will make you seek them out. my blood will bind you to them — you will kill them, and devour them."
"you will exist as a thing that is entirely alone," he continues, before saying, "you will make them suffer in the only way i will accept."
"in a moment of unbridled brutality."
and with that, muzan's claws dive in; their blood mixing at last.
SHE CAN SEE IT, eyes as sharp as a carnivore--she sees the way his hearts suddenly lurch within him, a fleeting moment of panic before he calms himself. she already knows why. if anything, the only thing that causes her question is the simple fact that he still saw twin in kokushibō's features, despite how he has marred her face. why else did he dig his claws into very bone to tear new eyes into her?
but kokushibō knows better than to outwardly question. there are things she will stand firm upon, even as it gains her his ire and punishment, but this is not one.
she allows the subject to shift.
"...i will do so, my lord." has she? kokushibō hadn't noticed--hunger is a constant within her, never satiated, never satisfied. no matter how much she ate, she wanted more. it were impossible to tell when it all felt like hunger, but then her attention has been taken by children, by husband, by lover, by temple.
all the ways her focus is divided.
whether the loss of appetite was minor, or major — muzan saw through it easily. strength feigning ever-so-minutely; something he was unable to accept in his upper moons. there's no falter in his speech, immediately responding with, "what has caused this pause in devouring others?"
"i would have thought being around dōma would stir the opposite in you," insensitive comment made without a care, "he's always had food handed to him, instead of working hard for it."
and then, neon red eyes stare upon her.
"you're still hunting for food, correct?" he continues, "you're not lazing about like he is, correct?"
air seems to run suddenly very thin.
@whirling-fangs / sc.
"do you see now?" polished shoes are now dirtied by the other's blood splattered along the ground; what a pity for his beautiful clothes to now be ruined by the other's filthy crimson. he steps forward, a disinterested look on his features, "you're breakable as you are, although perhaps your audacity can be useful to me yet."
the cold of the night seems to run so much more colder, as a claw reveals itself in the moonlight, "i will be turning you into a demon, now. no need to waste any more time."
@tsukkiakarii / sc.
and seeing her in the corner of his eyes forced blood to burn more often than not — a moment of quickened heartbeat, thundering in his ears, before his mind tells himself there is nothing wrong; there is nothing to fear in her.
"…you have been eating less," he tries to change the subject from him believing, for a small moment, that he saw yoriichi, "you need to make up for that."
starter call for shinobu or muzan. ✨
🕷️ 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰 🕷️
The 'yes or no' game.
Send my muse "❓+" alongside harsh hitting questions, scenarios, anything question-related really, but they can only answer with "yes" or "no". Nothing more, nothing less.
i want to vaguepost about someone it seems fun
bitch...
for the sake of just blabbing, i use bolded text and also the occasional bit of red text in my dialogue with muzan. on other blogs, i do not use bold text and i only use red text to communicate extreme bloodlust. for muzan, i use bold text to indicate a higher sense of power than my other muses, and with red text strewn throughout, i'm trying to communicate that he's in a constant state of bloodlust.
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"backing me into a corner is a dangerous move," said flatly, "are you prepared to face the consequences?"
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clears his throat, "and? what did you expect to gain from this?"
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