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doma / isola affiliated / townhouse 227 

[nogodsnobudhas]

nanamigatari‌:

“You misunderstand me,“ Nanami spoke, a tiny smile on her normally expressionless face. While it would have been a demure gesture used by any other young woman, the way her eyes shut as she continued on gave off an underlying hint of smugness. “I’ll be putting these dandelions to use. They may not be as popular a plant to cultivate on their own, but that doesn’t make them completely useless. A plant that has no use for the need at hand and whose growth hampers the cycle of another plant… I suppose what counts as a weed is decided by who does the plucking.“

She remained smiling, as though that explained it all- to her, it was mere fact. Her way of life since birth.

“When you’re as strong as me, you can decide many things.“

The as of now unnamed man wanted to know more about her views, given this new test he was proposing. He literally held the lives o the insect and arachnid in the palms of his hands. From the looks of their patterns, a Painted Lady butterfly and a flower spider. Neither received more given thought than the other.    

“My, you really like pushing decisions on others, don’t you?“ Nanami returned, peeking at him through her lashes. “The predator or the prey… You could kill both and nothing would happen. Killing neither would go the same way. Life would continue on as though nothing were to happen. One less butterfly or spider, but another would break free from its cocoon or hatch from an egg sack. Life would find a way to replace and recover. It’s almost crueler than death.”

There was hardly any sympathy in her voice as she went on, toying with the bunch clenched between her fingers- was she even speaking to him anymore?

“We’re no exception either. I could cut you down where you stand and I’m sure nothing grand would come of it. You might make good food for wild animals though.“

Now she was.

“Sorry, sorry. I hope I wasn’t rude.  I have trouble understanding normal people. I’m a special boy, you see...” 

Everything Doma said reeked of insincerity, but this was especially sarcastic. He was practically rolling his eyes, with the many colors in his eyes it practically created a kaleidoscope.  He let go of the spider and the butterfly, and fell back. He just sat there cross legged in the dirt with no regard at all for how dirty he was getting his trousers. 

He only felt a little bit disappointed that he didn’t get to see her tear off a butterfly’s wings, or pluck a spider’s legs off one by one. He was sure she would look pretty doing it. 

Was she. Was she going to kill him? Doma burst into tears. They were tears of joy.  “Y-you’re a really kind person aren’t you? You know life is painful. Anything I would never want to lose will be lost.  Anything worth wanting will be lost the moment I obtain it. There’s nothing worth pursuing at the cost of prolonging a life of suffering, and that’s why you offered to kill me.” 

Doma was smiling so wide all of his teeth were showing. He unconsciously started to chew on his fingers in order to contain his excitement. He liked interesting things. Shiny things. Bells. Whistles. He liked things that distracted him. He liked pretty girls when they danced. He liked pain sometimes too, because pain was a feeling at least, it wasn’t numbness. He’d do anything to feel. 

“Ah, but one thing. Killing me and leaving me for someone else to eat is so unfriendly. If you’re going to eat me, then swallow me whole yourself. We’re already friends after all... umm... uhhhhh.... whoever you are.” 

Doma smiled awkwardly. He always forgot to ask for the name. 

[nogodsnobudhas]

acaciacollector‌:

Ah. This guy. This guy. Is it lucky or unlucky? Good to meet other demons, especially another Upper Moon, but if it’s this guy…

If it’s gotta be this guy…

They’re both standing at opposite ends of the alley, so it’s impossible to pretend like he didn’t see him. No, they’ll have to confront each other, and this guy wouldn’t just let him walk away, anyhow.

Well. He did save their lives, so Gyuutarou’s not ungrateful, but he doesn’t owe him any social graces, either. Hell, he doesn’t want to owe him anything, so he’ll just act like he normally does. Why think about it too hard?

“Got you too, huh?” he says, scratching at his cheek. “Guess no one’s safe, man. Whoever’s running this show must be seriously strong.”

He hasn’t thought about that very much, mostly because he doesn’t care. Something tells him Douma hasn’t either. He’ll just keep this short. “You need something? I’m just getting a feel for the area, man. Unless you got something to say, I’ll be on my way.”

@nogodsnobudhas​

Doma had no plans of letting the other get away. If Gyutaro had run he would have just chased him, and when he caught up completely smothered him. Ever since dying Doma had realized how lonely he was, no, not lonely just empty. That’s why he wanted to fill his life up.

Gyutaro and his sister they were like shiny things, precious baubles, they were treasures he could put in a chest and take out to look at any time he wanted. He wanted to collect them and make him his.

He was pretty sure this was the same as what humans called ‘family’. 

“You’re here because you died. Just like when I found you on the side of the road so long ago, you died a useless death because you weren’t strong enough to protect your sister..." 

Doma brought his fan to his face. 

“The children I took in so long ago, dying just like that, I  was so sad. I cried until I ran out of tears.” 

So he said, but he was smiling. 

“That’s why I decided I’ll protect both of you from now on. We’re precious family that shares Muzan’s blood after all. If you need someone to show you around, you should just follow me.” 

[nogodsnobudhas]

ensevered‌:

      ❛❛   SO THERE ARE ACTUAL          demons in this city too .   how troubling .   ❜❜         he  knows  demon  when  he  sees  one ,   despite  the  multitude  of  differences  between  this  particular  one   &   the  kind  he  has  long  familiarized  himself  with .   it’s  practically  still  in  his  blood .

     ❛❛   while a demon ,   you do not seem to be of the underworld .   ❜❜

    EXPLAIN  YOURSELF   ——   his  unspoken  demand ,   although  he  knows  he  is  in  no  state  to  toy  with  a  demon .   a  hefty  breath   :    faint  irritation  clings  to  his  skin ,   as  demon  user  runs  a  hand  through  ivory  hair ,   moon  glistening  above  their  heads .   the  amusement  of  the  situation  strikes  him ,   settling  his  vision  towards  the  stranger .

@nogodsnobudhas​​   //   s.c

“It’s rude to call somebody you just met a demon, you know. You’re going to make me cry.” He didn’t look the least bit sad. He brought his fan to his mouth in fake offense, but underneath the veil of his fingers he was clearly smiling. 

The boy in front of him seemed to be familiar with demons, but Doma could not find a drop of Muzan’s blood in him. What’s this about the underworld? Nonsense. Doma wants to laugh, but even that laughter would be fake. 

“That’s because there’s no such thing as an underworld.” Doma smiled, and took a bow. “I may be a demon but I’m no different from everybody else. I’m a really nice guy once you get to know me....!”

[nogodsnobudhas]

nanamigatari‌:

Having candy leftover from Valentine’s Day and that heart festival was fine, but sweets were in no way a substantial source of nutrients. Picking and eating fruit off the trees in the nearby woodlands was bound to dull her tongue, so Nanami had done some light shopping earlier. She didn't want to squander all the money Susie had gifted her on only food, so she had only brought supplies for meals that would last a few days. She would find a job in the time available before she exhausted her leftovers and toiletries (she found that she vastly enjoyed taking showers more with readily-made soap and whatever this ‘shampoo’ consisted of). 

Of course, Nanami still had her tendency to wander the Wards, as if searching for something. She didn’t know what she craved in particular, but upon finding a hill laden with various flowers in bloom, she had stopped to kneel upon the damp grass. As she had learned from her father, there were many medicinal uses for dandelions. She was sure that no one would mind terribly if she helped herself… then she heard the man speak up from behind her, almost from thin air. 

“Close. But no. Tending to flowers and sometimes picking them is something I only tend to do from time to time. A happy accident,“ she answered back. Nanami took her time in rising to her feet as the other stood there, fanning himself. His voice, jovial and oily, oozed past Cheshire-like lips and his clothing seemed far closer to her time than most of the people she had met so far.

Truth be told, she had indeed felt a somewhat of a presence somewhere nearby… this place was making her too lax. She would need to sharpen herself soon.  

“I find myself more interested in weeding, really. I remove what is unneeded and the flowers just so happen to prosper from the lack of competition. It benefits them anyway in the end.“

True to her word, the dandelions she had collected had been neatly snapped off their stems, some clutched in her hand and some lying upon the grass in a neat pile. Beside them was a more disorganized pile of what appeared to be crab grass, freshly torn out by the roots. 

What an unappetizing girl. Doma had no idea why he was spending so long talking to someone he didn’t even plan on eating. He saw a little bit of the insect Hashira in her, but he didn’t want to crush her like a bug. 

“Why did you decide that dandelions were weeds?” Doma asked. He walked past her for a moment and then picked up a fallen dandelion by its roots that had been torn out of the ground. He knelt down until he was eye level with her (he was so much taller than her the gesture itself was a little condescending) and then held the flower part of the dandelion between both of their faces. 

“Dandelions have petals. They have seeds that scatter. They look and act the same as flowers to me, I have no idea why you call them weeds.” 

Ever since he was young Doma had despised sick people. They always came to his cult begging him to lay their hands on him and cure them. Everyday, again and again, they put their hands drenched in sick sweat all over him. Everywhere they touched felt tainted, like spreading decay. Repulise, repulsive, repulsive. Filthy. Filthy. Filthy. 

“Oh, I understand now. You just decided they were weeds. It’s not about helping the other flowers grow, you just wanted to pull something out of the ground and crush it between your fingers.” 

Doma blew the dandelion seeds in her face. He went searching in the garden again, and found a spider sitting on one of the flowers. He presented it to her, uncurling his fingers to show it to her in the palm of his hand where he had scooped it up. He held his finger in the air, and a butterfly landed on the tip of it. he had a spider in one hand and the butterfly in the other. 

“Hey, hey, which one should I kill? The spider who eats the butterfly in order to live? Or the butterfly who pollinates the flowers?” 

Now Doma was just teasing her. 

[nogodsnobudhas]

brackenprincess‌:

“Do you promise?” Between ugly sobs, she muttered her words weakly. Being so ignorant of the truth beneath others was good in this case, fully blind to the crude reality of his heart. Doma had saved them before, so perhaps he was actually kind – this possibility had robbed her from thinking this properly, enamoured with the idea of receiving support from him out of the other Upper Moons. Holding onto his clothes, she meekly pulled them as her face buried itself in the fabric. 

She desperately sought some sense of safety in her fellow demon. Some sort of warmth even when she rejected before. Muzan kept them so apart, her own pride pushed her peers away and now she was the first to cling onto them at the first chance.

What a pathetic child.

“You’re a very shitty parent if you think just a few candies will do the trick…” Parent, what a weird word. She never had anyone to give such a title and yet, she was giving into it. Muzan could have robbed them from the possibility of other bonds but maybe here, they could attain some sort of proximity with one another. Daki was mustering a smile, even when her face was completely red and eyes completely swollen. Her tears weren’t stopping any time soon.

“Prove it, prove I’m your favourite! Don’t leave me alone again! Promise you’ll be here for me and onii-chan! You’re the only one who cared before, right? You saved us so it’s only fair you stick by our side! I’ll be stronger, I’ll be a good girl so please…!”

What a pathetic child.  Doma thought with disinterest. She was a demon who killed and ate people to live, but in the end she was just like every other human. She just wanted something to cling onto. Doma didn’t mind being that something. As long as they had that one thing to cling too, people were able to continue to delude themselves into thinking there was some point in continuing to live. 

Doma found it all tiresome. She was digging her claws into his shirt so tightly he was concerned she might rip the fabric. He brought his claws to the back of her head and thought about how easy it would be to rip her flesh apart. He didn’t do that. All he did was tenderly comb through her hair with his sharpened nail. He wondered idly if any parent had ever held her head like this, like it was something precious. As long as he could remember, his own parents had never touched him. He was a holy object, a sacred idol after all. Other people’s hands would dirty him. 

“You’re the most beautiful child in the whole world. That’s why I love you the most.”

I love you. 

Empty words that anyone could say.  Doma just happened to be the one saying them. 

“You, me, and that other guy are a family. I’ll kill everyone else in the world and feed them to you, so you can grow happy and strong. I’ll never leave you alone again.” 

[nogodsnobudhas]

cutwarmth‌:

Rui’s discomfort around the Upper Moons had never gone anywhere. As true as it might have been that he and Daki had found some level of closeness here (as dysfunctional as it seemed to be at times), and while Kokushibou had been here Rui had liked him… but – but –

“…”

(At the end of the day, Rui had failed, hadn’t he? He knew that; he’d still be alive, otherwise. So for him to just be a Lower Moon, and to have been one who had failed…)

“…f–”

“–family?”

That wasn’t the introduction that Rui had been expecting, and he can’t say he likes it. Family still holds such a bitter taste in his mouth, here – a taste of how awful he’d been and a taste of pure, unfiltered envy. That would hang over him forever, it seemed, and his discomfort only grew and became more evident; Rui took a step back.

Weird guy, too… what was he even going on about? Heaven? Reuniting?

“No, that–” He probably shouldn’t have been speaking out against an Upper Moon. Rui took another step back. “–I don’t… I’m fine. I don’t want any of that, I don’t – need an ‘older brother’.” Name… name.. stop talking out against the Upper Moon… “–R. Rui. I’m Rui.”

“Rui. What a wonderful name. Surely, you were a special child meant to be loved.” 

Doma didn’t understand people at all. He just couldn’t get along with them, but he was oddly good at telling them the words they wanted to hear. It was a skill he had learned since his days in the cult. People didn’t really want happiness, because it was vague, and indistinct, and hard to find, so they tried to satisfy themselves on the idea of happiness. 

Rui didn’t want a family, he just wanted the idea of one. That’s what Doma deduced and what he would take advantage of. He still remembered what that mean girl said to him, that he didn’t care at all  when his best friend Akaza died. 

He was going to show her. He did care about other people.  “There’s no need to be shy. You don’t have to be worried about speaking out against an upper moon. You can say whatever you want around me. After all, we were both created by Muzan’s blood. That makes us family that shares the same blood.” 

Doma smiled pleasantly at him. 

“I don’t mind at all that you died like a stupid, useless, idiot. I’m just happy to see you again. Let’s take care of each other from now on, alright?” 

[nogodsnobudhas]

brackenprincess·:

“He’s MY brother! Don’t be a creep!”

"No fair! You should share. I want a brother, too.”

[nogodsnobudhas]

brackenprincess·:

“ONII-CHAN! ONII-CHAAAN!!!”

“ONII-CHAN! ONII-CHAAAN!!!”

[nogodsnobudhas]

bubonem‌:

@nogodsnobudhas​

The stench of blood, as well as the corpse from where the blood came, was the only remains of deed that had been committed. The murderer was long gone, having left what remained of her kill long behind.

Eto exhaled as she returned home, unceremoniously discarding her cloak and bandages wherever they might fall upon her floor. She added another container of meat to her fridge, satisfied that she was well stocked for the time being. She supposed she wouldn’t need to hunt for a while, and thought as much as she went about preparing herself for a short sleep. 

There was much to do in the morning, and she wanted to indulge in the few hours of sleep she was afforded… of course, even Eto would not be allowed something as peaceful as sleep. Only moments after her head hit her own pillow, Eto heard the loud crashing of wood and glass breaking. 

Despite the tired ache in her frame, Eto’s body moved quickly like the predator she truly was. It was only seconds before she came down upon the person foolish enough to break into her home. Her fist collided with the man’s back, causing him to fall to the side. Blood spilled out upon the floor, and Eto was not pleased to see that it did not belong to the robber: rather, it came from the meat this man had been eating out of her refrigerator. 

“What…” she hissed, glaring down at the man with disgust. “… Are you doing?”

“Thanks for the meal.”

He smiled at her. There was blood in his teeth.

One night ago Doma stumbled upon a demon eating flesh in an alleyway. Doma was light enough on his feet, he was able to get away without being detected. There was nothing Doma loved more than the sight of a lovely young woman covered in blood, but he felt something off just watching her.

He felt sure she was a demon, but... he felt none of the connection that all demon’s shared through Muzan’s blood in her. A demon free of Muzan? How lonely. The moons were his closest friends in the whole world. Doma immediately pitied such a lonely girl. 

So he followed her. All night long. Until the morning sun forced him into hiding. 

When the sun set again he noticed something strange. Even though she was a demon at night time, when she got home she took off her mask and went back to pretending to be a normal human. Doma felt nothing but confused. If she was strong enough to kill and eat others, and do whatever she pleased, there was no reason for her to hide herself. 

He decided to introduce himself to the lonely girl. 

The window to her apartment was broken, and Doma had raided her refrigerator. He finished licking his fingernails to clean the blood off, and looked to her. “Why are you looking at me like that? I’m a demon who kills and eats other people for fun. Is breaking and entering really that surprising for me?” 

Doma tilted his head. “You’re the one who’s acting weird. You’re pretending to be so... so... human (ewe).” 

[nogodsnobudhas]

@ladyofsado​

Doma was suited for the night life. If he went out during the day his flesh would burn off in the sun and he would roast alive, so the night life was certainly for him. Doma had wandered into a red-light district in the dead of night. He wanted to meet all kinds of people. Maybe he’d find one that wasn’t so boring. 

Doma sat next to a woman with an interesting smell. He had no idea what she smelled like. How strange. Though Doma did not suspect anything in the least. He did not believe in magic, in tales of youkai, in gods, devils, or even spirits. It was ironic considering he was a demon himself.

Even before he became a demon Doma was someone who could barely be called human.  He noticed that the girl sitting next to him did not have money to pay for her drink.

“That’s no good. The world is cruel enough as it is, you shouldn’t have to deal with it sober. Let me buy you a drink!” 

I’m such a nice guy. He thought with a smile painted across his face. Doma brought his own drink to his face, the liquid he was imbibing was as red of blood, but did not smell like alcohol at all. 

[nogodsnobudhas]

 @comfortbysolitude​

The outside world was a harsh place. It was full of scary monsters. Doma knew, because he was one of those monsters with sharp teeth, and pointed claws. He stood in that girl’s doorway after rapping on the back of her door with his knuckles. 

Doma, silver hair stained red like blood trickling down. Eyes that shone with the full spectrum of colors. He wore a hat, two ribbons falling on either side, and a black cape at his shoulders. He  stood there smiling in a friendly way. 

No, he didn’t look friendly. He looked like someone trying desperately to seem friendly. He looked like a little kid practicing their smile in the mirror. Nothing suspicious here... his expression seemed to say. 

“Hello, would you like to join my cult? I’ll be your best friend.” 

[nogodsnobudhas]

@cutwarmth​

Doma’s eyes were like a sky full of colors. Those colors all blurred together as the demon started to cry again. It looked like the colors themselves might wash out of his eyes, leaving nothing left like watercolors in the rain. 

Doma was smiling and crying at the same time as he greeted an old ‘friend’. It was hard to tell what he was feeling. Doma himself didn’t even know, not really. 

“My precious family.” 

He said to greet the youth. 

“I was so, so worried. When I died I lost everything. I thought I would never be able to see any of you again, but now we can reunite in this town happily together! Ahhh, did I get sent to heaven after all for being such a good person?” 

Doma started to babble to himself in a completely self-satisfied manner. 

“Let’s never be apart again. We’re Muzan’s precious family after all, connected by blood. You should call me big brother from now on, and I’ll call you... um... uh... oh, I totally forgot your name. Oopsie.” 

[nogodsnobudhas]

@nanamigatari​

Doma was only able to go out on walks like this at night. He didn’t mind too much, there were some flowers that only bloomed at night away. He caught sight of one such girl, standing there among the flowers. She was much smaller than him, long-limbed and slender as a flower stem. She dressed like she was attending a funeral, or maybe she was the body getting buried. 

Easy to pluck like a flower. Easy to snap her stem until it bend.  Easy to tear out the roots.

She did look such a way, but Doma found it curious. She smelled. To put it bluntly. She smelled exactly like the woman who had killed him.  As if venom coursed through her veins instead of blood. How fun! She was pretty, but Doma did not find her the least bit appetizing, if he ate her she would make him sick to his stomach. That was all he thought. 

He leaned over her to observe what she was doing, oh, did she notice him? Doma unfolded his fan before his face, giving an awkward smile, pretending to be shy. 

“Oh, excuse me. Is gardening your hobby? Is it fun? Is it fun? I don’t get it at all.” 

“I like colorful things, and sweet-smelling things, but I don’t like flowers. There are no floewrs that do not wilt, but there are flowers that do not blossom. Flowers that are born only to wither and die, and some flowers never even get to be born. That’s just too sad, isn’t it?”

[nogodsnobudhas]

@abysscut​

It was lonely being in a city where he knew no one. Doma was so far away from all the happy, smiling faces he had known in his previous life. He used his pointed nails, to turn the page of a book as he read. The book was titled How to make Friends, for Dummies. 

From behind the book a young man caught his eye. There was something subtly off about him. He was a handsome young boy with round cheeks, and tousled blonde hair. The way he smiled though, it looked like he had practiced that smile in front of a mirror. Doma knew because he had done the same once. 

Doma’s eyes skimmed the lines of his book. Give them compliments. Doma stood up and sat down at his table. “Hey, hey. You’ve got such a nice smile. You’re so cute. Would you like to share some cookies with me? Cute people deserve to eat all of the sweet things.” Doma put his book down on the table. He had this making friends thing down. 

[nogodsnobudhas]

brackenprincess‌:

It was out of question how annoying she found the Upper Moon Two. He was gaudy and obnoxious. Yet, she owed him her life. The unspoken bond the siblings had toward him often present in their lives sometimes felt like a noose around their necks. However, she wasn’t mad at the notion.

In a way, she missed him. Doma was the closest to her outside of her brother. 

He was crying right before her, which stopped almost as soon as it begun. However, it did not feel strange to her. He was, at the end, weird. Anything he did or said made no sense, he was overly friendly but also had a charisma that made anyone worry. No matter how many negative points he held, she was unable to bring herself to feel the usual disgust. A pout formed on her lips, gaze avoidant. “That’s your fault for being weak.” A barely audible whisper, denoting how bothered she considered his commentary. “You messed up. All of us messed up! And it sucked every second!” Despite anger slipping down, what impulsed her was actual sadness. It didn’t take her too long to act upon the bubbling pain that rested within herself. She wanted to be comforted and didn’t spare a second in thinking it through, clinging onto him before breaking into tears. Ugly, raw and loud.

“Uuuugggghh, it wasn’t fair! I hated it! It hurt so bad! Why do you cry now!? You should’ve come sooner!! Don’t try to pull that bullshit!”

“Why all of you keep leaving me alone!? Stop abandoning me! I hate you! I hate you! You’re dumb and ugly! I’m not forgiving you this time, you hear!?!”

Why was she crying? 

Doma had no idea. He stared Daki’s own crying like it was an illusion. It was a beautiful mirage in front of him. He did not want to blink for fear that it might disappear. He watched Daki cling to him and cry without an ounce of empathy and understanding. Her feelings meant absolutely nothing to him. All he could think about in the moment was how she was going to stain his shirt.

Doma cried, but he was just mimicking the face she was making. He was a mirror, an empty reflection of her. 

But still, Doma thought it was very bad for beautiful young ladies to cry. He should comfort her! He wanted her to be always happy, and always smiling, whatever that meant. He wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to get closer. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He wasn’t. Not really. What did it matter if she died? There was no difference between being dead and being alive. Not for him. “You’re more beautiful than anyone else. You’re my favorite child. You deserve to be spoiled. I’ll spoil you from now on, I’ll give you whatever you want, and as much candy as you need. I’m such a good parent...” 

Doma was smiling down at her through his tears. 

[shysheeperz]

[nogodsnobudhas]

@brackenprincess​

“Daki! I was so heartbroken when I heard you died!? Oh cruel fate, why... why!” 

Doma knew how cruel the world was. He had eaten girls just like Daki.The moment he had spotted Daki he broke down crying. Doma considered himself responsible for her (responsible, what a funny word for a hedonist) after all he had turned her into a demon out of the kindness of his own heart. 

His long and pointed fingers looking like the legs of a spider, curled around his face as he finished wiping his tears. His silver hair fell carelessly over his broad shoulders as he tilted his head. He smiled, like he had forgotten his tears from a moment ago. 

“First you died, and then I died soon after. Why must beautiful people suffer? Is it not enough for us to be beautiful?”