𝜗。 main fandoms only: monster, wha, lain, 20th cb, witchriv, jjba, bleach, opm, umineko, & tbhk. (note that I am a part of multiple fandoms. however, I am not going to sit here listing each & every one of them unless you ask me directly). ꜆
𝜗。 favorite charas: johan liebert, anna liebert, kokushibo/michikatsu tsugikuni, lain iwakura, sumire akane, kanna endo, giorno giovanna, jolyne kujo, agott arklaum, rukia kuchiki, & ange ushiromiya ꜆
𝜗。 kins: kokushibo/michikatsu tsugikuni, lain iwakura, asuka langley, sachi nanjou, momo ayase, mei shijima, & haruhi fujioka ꜆
𝜗。 ask for my socials (such as: insta, pinterest, discord, tiktok) . . . ꜆
𝜗。 im very unhealthy about kokushibo and tanjiro, btw . ꜆
✦ ⌇ abt my blog ！
⠀⠀⠀.⠀ .⠀ ✦̲🌑 the things I post tend to switch around based on my mood . i share art (mostly), rants, analysis, and maybe in the future, mini fanfics . i focus specifically on my current fandoms such as obviously monster and demon slayer, but for the most part, I switch around as I am multifandom . I'm also mostly a nonshipper, meaning that you'll barely ever catch me posting about ships . the only ships I personally like are as follow : hanako x nene, okarun x momo, lambdadelta x bernkastel, agott x coco, jolyne x anasui, hakuji x koyuki, yoriichi x sumiyoshi x suyako, shizuku x kaori, and mitsuba x kou .
✦ ⌇ dni ！
⠀⠀⠀.⠀ .⠀ ✦̲🌑 unlike a lot of people, I don't necessarily have strict boundaries . however, if you fall under the basic dni criteria -- which I'd like to assume that everyone knows it already -- then you know what to do, get out . another thing -- age . normally I wouldn't care who at what age interacts with me, but because I'm near of age -- especially in this specific platform -- I feel slightly more comfortable if those over 15+ were to interact . there's no telling whether or not I might post something a bit explicit , so for safety reasons , dni if you're under 15 (unless I REALLY know/trust you) . also , gojo fans are on THIN ICE .
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⠀⠀⠀.⠀ .⠀ ✦̲🌑 another thing, I dont care what you ask me--its an 'ask me anything' for a reason . as long as it's nothing too personal or too foolish, i couldn't care less . as for art requests, please note that I might take ages to finish up a piece (I have a life behind the screen if it wasn't obvious already), so bare with me, have patience . if you want me to draw your favorite ship (as long as it isn't a proship) then feel free to request it . i may not be TOO into romance, but i'm not going to refuse it either . also, i do not accept any hardcore NSFW requests UNLESS it's LIGHT, & I mean very LIGHT NSFW .
-I only find myself posting about kny just for kokushibo & sometimes tanjiro because there's literally no other character i genuinely care about more than them
-im guilty of talking shit about the fandom +the story
looking at these panels of yoriichi leaving home really has me wondering
im aware that he left because he considered himself an 'unwanted child' +his mother had passed away so there was no point in lingering in a toxic environment any longer--but at the same time, could another reason as to why yoriichi left be because he wanted michikatsu's dream to come true as well? I mean think about it, yoriichi knew how badly michi wished to be the strongest samurai in the country, and if he were to have stayed, then michikatsu's dream wouldn't have came true--he would be casted aside the same way yoriichi was and sent straight to the temple in his place.
I'm not going to give too much details about future aiya (because id practically spoil hers and kokushibos lore) butt I do plan on making her an anti-hero. neither on the demons or slayers side, she kinda just exists between the thin line that separates them.
and her personality will most likely be based off my own.
I will work on her child form later (later meaning give me like two years and maybe I'll design it)
I'm always talking some shit about wanting to create a kny oc--and never doing so because im not only lazy, but i figured it'd be too much of a hassle for me.
then I randomly realize that i did--unintentionally--create one as i made that 'what if kokushibo had a daughter' au. aiya is quite literally my oc. i LITERALLY at some point have to design her... 💀
lord help me why didnt I think about this earlier because i am in loss of ideas
note : I've nothing special to really say other than a little spoiler alert--read till the end to find out baby's name reveal (named by yours truly, kokushibo)
warnings : muzan, misogyny (unfortunately), possible misantropy, muzan is just an asshole idk what to tell you, semi-rushed
taglist : @sm0lbetch ,, @eternalyami ,, @sailormarsinanotherlife ,, (lmk if you wish to be added to the taglist ♡)
previous : first ,, second
as secure and enclosed the infinity fortress was, to deny the dizzying effect it imposed upon him would be akin to painting a false image.
space bent inward upon itself as though reality had grown unstable--walls folding, stretching, collapsing into impossible angles that defied the concepts of distance and direction. some of the floors held little to no gravity, tilting into ceilings, splitting into endless layers that stacked upon one another in a disorienting cascade.
a kaleidoscope of designs, patterns, and muted hues that folded into one another without an end.
he had to admit, nakime's blood demon art was quite the applaudable type.
however, now was neither the time nor place to be analyzing the fortress as per usual. because he already sensed that man's arrival.
that man needn't to announce his presence.
there was no need to. his many eyes lifting in quiet acknowledgment toward the presence that required no introduction. a brief silence followed--
and then, almost immediately yet expecting--
"well, you look rather occupied."
the words came without preamble, smooth and measured, yet laced with unmistakable disapproval. "how unlike you to involve yourself in something so...trivial."
to kokushibo's surprise, muzan did not appear as infuriated as he had anticipated. he was, nonetheless, slightly vexed--though not outwardly so. in a manner that was perhaps more unsettling, he remained composed, for someone who should've flew into a rage after detecting the vermin he held.
though that composure lingered only long enough to weigh the offense.
"explain yourself."
silence followed.
kokushibo did not rush to answer--the response had already taken shape within thought instead of verbally. there was no visible strain in his posture, no shift in his breathing--only stillness, as though the question posed before him required no urgency, simply precision.
however, muzan had a point. it was unlike him--the uppermoon one--to involve himself in something so insignificant, something so painfully human. throughout the four centuries he had spent severing former attachments and discarding all that served zero purpose, never once had he strayed from his assigned path for the sake of another existence. much less for something as fragile and fleeting as an infant girl he knew naught of.
not even her given birth name.
"...it serves a function," he stated at last, with an answer that contrasted his internally established conclusion.
just what was he doing?
"a function you say?" muzan repeated the word, not with curiosity--but with quiet scrutiny, as though weighing its worth and finding it...oddly questionable. his gaze did not leave kokushibo's.
"you speak as though you've already forgotten your sole role."
kokushibo did not respond immediately.
"tell me kokushibo, have you forgotten," muzan continued, his tone remaining eerily calm--unchanged. a calm brutality. "the purpose assigned to you? the pursuit of that which has yet to be obtained?"
"or has the passage of time diminished your efficiency?"
kokushibo's answer came without delay this time. "it has not."
puny.
muzan's gaze sharpened--not outwardly, nor dramatically--but in a way that made the space itself narrower.
"for centuries, your efforts have remained toward a singular objective," muzan began, his tone smooth yet unmistakably cutting. "and in addition to that, you are my most trusted, faithful subordinate--i expected nothing less of you."
his gaze lingered upon kokushibo with quiet intensity, unwavering beneath the dim, distorted light of the fortress.
"while lesser demons allow themselves to be ruled by impulsive and fleeting desires, boldly disregarding my assigned task, you have remained... disciplined."
"capable."
"reliable."
a pause.
"equivalent to a business partner rather than a servant."
his praise did not sound warm. if anything, it resembled the cold acknowledgment one grants a blade that has yet to dull with age.
utter betrayal.
"which is precisely why I find your behavior...perplexing." his plum eyes lowered ever so slightly, making eye contact with the vermin.
"this insignificant creature. frail and burdensome. wholly dependent upon the care of others merely to persist another night." the infant stirring faintly within kokushibo's protective hold, small hands twitching against fabric before settling still once more. muzan observed the movement with slight disgust.
"and a female, no less." he continued coolly. "how pathetic, a child already condemned to weakness and fragility from the moment of birth. repulsive."
the child stirred as though the words had reached her, whimpering and snuggling closer to the one person she deemed "safe" with.
but needless to say, a child--let alone a girl--could neither fathom or comprehend the weight behind such statements.
what use could she possibly offer?
"do tell me kokushibo, what possible value could this distraction offer?"
silence followed momentarily before he spoke once again, though far more dangerous--a low-humming hiss of a wasp hovering over rotting fruit.
"or could it be that you have allowed centuries of monotony cloud your judgement to the point where the cries of an infant girl divert your attention from the task I so clearly entrusted you'd complete?"
the question lingered heavily within kokushibo's previously disordered thoughts. for a moment, silence answered in kokushibo's stead. the solitary act nearly enough to compel muzan to force the words out his tongue.
but even he possessed patience.
though merely so much.
as expected, the explanation had already taken shape within his thoughts long before it had ever been demanded aloud. yet now that the moment had arrived to speak, he found himself measuring each word with unusual care--as though some part of him understood that what followed would determine whether the girl remained within his grasp... or was reduced to little more than another fleeting casualty.
...since when had he grown so soft-hearted?
"her worth does not lie in her present condition..." his voice remained level, composed as ever. "it lies in what she may become."
muzan's expression did not shift, though his silence permitted continuation. he was rather intrigued.
"humans move freely beneath the sun unlike us," kokushibo said evenly, his many eyes fixed forward. "they pass unnoticed through settlements, gathering information without suspicion, and are seldom regarded as threats unless the make themselves seem so."
he paused.
"should she survive to maturity, she may be shaped into something useful--a spy for instance."
his gaze lowered only slightly--enough to acknowledge the child resting in his arms.
"a vessel through which knowledge may be obtained where demons themselves cannot tread."
silence followed, and kokushibo remained still beneath it. yet inwardly, something unfamiliar pressed sharply against the edges of his thoughts.
why?
why did he continue this defense?
why construct reason where none had previously existed?
it would have been far simpler to dispose of her.
as muzan stated, she was nothing but a distraction. humans were the causes of disorder.
and yet here he stood, offering carefully--boldly--assembled justification for the continued existence of a creature he had nearly ended with his own blade mere hours beforehand.
the realization unsettled him more than muzan's scrutiny ever could.
he had grown weak.
muzan's gaze narrowed slightly, however, he appeared more considering rather than displeased.
"...you propose raising it to adulthood on the possibility that it may one day provide use to me." his tone was smooth, though sharpened faintly by skepticism. "a considerable investment for something so inherently fragile."
"...fragility may be corrected," kokushibo answered without usual pause.
"if discipline is imposed early enough."
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...
...
"...very well." the words were settled with quiet finality. "if this child is to remain, then its existence will justify itself through function as yourself." his gaze sharpened. "should it fail, you will dispose of it without hesitation and suffer the severe consequence."
kokushibo inclined his head.
"...understood, my lord."
the subject should have ended there.
by all means, it had.
the child's continued existence had been permitted, her purpose assigned, her worth measured and conditionally acknowledged beneath the quiet degree of muzan himself.
there was no reason for further inquiry.
and yet--
"does it have a name?"
the question struck him strangely.
a name?
for the first time that night, kokushibo found himself pausing not from uncertainty--but from recollection.
he hadn't the slightest notion what her former parents referred to her as.
nor did he care.
the name he had for her had settled within him the moment he first carried her into the depths of the shrouded canopy.
as though it has always belonged to her.
his gaze lowered ever so gently. the child remained asleep, her small form nestled securely against his kimono, undisturbed by the forced that had just dictated the course of their existence.
