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Selective and private rp blog for KYOJURO RENGOKU from DEMON SLAYER: KIMETSU NO YAIBA.

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Luna | 26 | she/her | EST 2022

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Good morning everyone my ability/motivation to write may diminish but know my love for Kyojuro always remains strong

#he is on the brain today #umai — ( ooc )

He appeared without a word, without even a hint of his own presence, like a ghost or a whisper, silently wrapping his arms around the hashira. - Kokushibo

&& his first instinct is to bolt in front of the demon, to pull his blade in one fluid motion. That doesn't happen, but instead of the expected tearing teeth or hands breaking bone, Kyojuro instead finds himself caged within a set of massive arms.

" I— Do you... need something? "

@goresugars

#KASUGAI CROW — ( ANSWERED ASKS )#hes like hello???#goresugars

not Kyojuro getting the same results as the akaza’s on that kiss meme

#dash comm;;

bellsplit:

HE TRIES TO PRETEND HE'S NOT SOFTENING, pink brows turning up at the middle in shame as he averts his gaze. it’s hard to see kyojuro looking so vulnerable & not do something about it, which perhaps bothers him more than anything else :why is he suddenly feeling so many of these human emotions?

it’s not like him to … care.

he cracks far more easily than he expects. silently the demon drops from the tree & into the grass, where he crouches before the hashira & bends to look into his eyes, his own gaze guarded.

“ … kyojuro. ”

a slow, lazy, almost predatory blink is offered as inked fingers touch the underside of kyojuro’s chin to tilt it up a bit.

“ i’m not testing you or anything, & he didn’t tell me to say shit : he doesn’t know that i come out here, y'know. & i don’t plan on lettin’ him find that out. ”

which is, of course, nearly impossible: kibutsuji will EVENTUALLY FIGURE THEM OUT. the crescent moon can only run from his gaze for so long, after all. akaza regards him quietly for a moment, his expression unreadable & his posture tense — he’s trying to gauge kyojuro’s honesty, even though he knows that he DOESN'T HAVE TO. the flame pillar has never tried to deceive him.

“ … this is really what you want, then. not ‘cuz you hit your head or 'cuz i fucked you up or something. ”

His cheeks are still alight with the flames of guilt, his singular gaze turning to become more interested in the grass in front of him. It hurts to hear those words- they sting him to the very core of his being but the soft sound of feet landing distract him if only temporarily.

Oh how Kyojuro wanted to SOB as he looks in those gilded eyes. He can hear Akaza- but the words are but an echo alongside his worried thoughts.

“Then why are you saying these things?” he asks into the space between them. Kyojuro so desperately wants to close that space, to pull his demon into his arms but he knows that look on Akaza’s face and it puts a little FEAR into him.

Hard not to be afraid of the thing that almost killed you.

“I’m half blind, not incompetent. Of course this is what I want. I thought I made it clear already?”

#bellsplit

WHERE DO YOU DESERVE TO BE KISSED ?

knuckles

it feels as though you have fought every day of your life. sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own... and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. you deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin, a reminder that you are not only made of violence.

tagged by: @goresugars tagging: @bellsplit @nekurooma @cryopathiic @never-surrender @lunarscaled

#THE FLOW OF TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE — ( ISMS )

voxnetx

✢ The night was warm and billions of stars hung suspended in the black sky. The wind had picked up, maybe a storm was on the way but there wasn't a cloud to be seen. The sleepy little village just a few miles off from where he was, undisturbed. Upper Moon One rarely left the infinity palace, as he wasn't needed to be deployed but, some reports came in. The blue spider lily- someone said they saw it around here...

This field was wide and vast, he had so much ground to cover. Tearing through it at a fast speed might damage any result he might find. So far though, he had found nothing. But, they had been chasing the plant for so many years... Muzan felt it appropriate to send him, so nothing could go wrong. Even he was wavering trust in the other upper moons..

And while he should have been alone, it seemed, his gaze caught the gaze of a stranger at the same time. His six eyes noticing first the sword at his hip. It would seem, the trust in him was well placed... it could go wrong.

@pvrgtory

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He knows how dangerous it is to walk alone at night. With the uptick of demons, one wouldn't hesitate to pounce with an easy opportunity. The best offense was a good defense, which is why even in his leisure time the hashira doesn't leave without his nichirin blade.

How pleasant it was this evening, with a sky full of stars and a warm breeze. Like this it was almost easy to forget his worries- that demons threatened their lives, that his dad was a raging alcoholic.

If only...

Kyojuro sees the figure in the distance before he hears him, watching as his long black hair and purple patterned haori got more evident. From a distance he'd think perhaps it's a farmer tending to the field, or even another slayer, but the six eyes that glowed under the moonlight has him already taking a step back.

"Don't come any closer, demon."

#goresugars

bellsplit

❝ I kissed your scars even after you hurt me. ❞ ———@pvrgtory. ( FROM. ).

" DON'T BE STUPID, kyojuro. "

it's been quite some time since they've seen one another, mostly accounting for the kizuki's CONSISTENT DEPLOYMENT at kibutsuji's request, as if his master knows damn well what he's been up to of late. luminous golden irises pan down to the man seated beneath the tree, their tree, this hallowed place where they meet every night to spar. in spite of the massive span of time since they've been in one another's presence, akaza is cagey this evening, keeping a measure of DISTANCE between himself & the object of his obsession affection : lately he's gotten far too close to rengoku kyojuro for comfort.

it stirs something within his chest that makes him feel both vulnerable & touched, especially when the flame pillar says THAT.

" you shouldn't be craving the attentions of your near—murderer, should you? kissing your scars like some sort of MASOCHIST ... just what would ubuyashiki say? " a pause, the crescent moon allowing his loaded questions to hang in the air between them before he continues with possibly the worst of them all ; " a human & a demon can never have that sort of relationship ... right? "

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THE WORDS STUNG.

Days, weeks of waiting in this place, their place under this Japanese maple had led to disappointment after disappointment. If he had less faith his his beloved demon he'd almost think he'd never show up again...

This time was different. The air between them was thick and vibrated with and energy that wasn't all too different from the first time they met here. Fingers would pick at the grass or his haori as he sat, cross legged; a frown sitting out of place on his face.

Was it where Akaza gored him in his solar plexus or his HEART that ached right now?

Guilt and shame flame lick his face, leaving his cheeks red from embarrassment that was all too familiar to how he felt when his father yelled at him. What Akaza says next, though, hurts him quite possibly more than any injury he's felt at the demon's hands.

"I know what I'm doing is wrong," Kyojuro spoke in a way ALL TOO QUIET of him. "It doesn't change how I feel for you.

It doesn't SOUND like Akaza speaking. Doesn't feel RIGHT for him. That massive sun shaped scar in his midsection, his missing eye, all the various streaks of marred skin suddenly felt as if they we're burning into him.

Nothing but GUILT, GUILT, GUILT.

"Why are you telling me this? Is it because HE told you to?"

#bellsplit

lunarscaled:

⇒ Lyric wasn’t as focused on speed as they were efficiency of the matter—run all you like but if you can’t take a hit you’ll just be a glass cannon at the end of the day. Durability was more important, in their opinion; so they took hits without flinching, and they struck rock with no wince even if they could feel the crushed sections of their knuckles and cartilage when they squeezed a fist. Though their knowledge is still vague, Lyric understands a bit more now why there were so many breathing styles: it was just as important to make something your own as it was to learn its roots. ( they can see the red edges of his haori in their vision when he comes closer. for some reason, it makes them twice shy in his proximity. )

“Now I can’t trust my eyes either? I mean, I already kind of knew that, but geeze…”

⇒ They hesitate. Keep their palm just out of his reach in an isolated habit before slowly relaxing and giving him their hand, reddened scuffed skin pricked with little pinholes of blood, but nothing any worse than what their own action warranted. Despite that thought that everything they get is what’s coming to them, his hand is warm.

“…It’s fine. I’ve busted something way worse than this and worked through it.”

"If you think I'm fast, wait until you spar with Tengen. Not even I can keep up with him!"

&& Kyojuro is so gentle as he reached for their palm. His hands were big and kind of calloused and scuffed too, from years of hard work and training. After gently inspecting their rapidly swelling knuckles, the hashira frowns.

"We need to take you to see Shinobu. Just because you have doesn't mean you deserve to suffer."

@lunarscaled

#sorry its short i am rusty #lunarscaled

"You demon slayers, dilf means dad I would like to f*ck." - Yushiro

Unprompted || Always welcome!!

"Could've went my whole life without knowing that."

#goresugars

Whoops I lost my psd for kyo, so if anyone has any that would look good w orange hmu

#im big dummy #UMAI — ( OOC )

A layer of thin mist heralds the monster's arrival; the soil instantaneously feeling colder beneath one's feet. But it's not fog that surrounds their towering form. It's frost.

" Oh. " A flutter of golden fan alerts one to their presence, its sharp gilding catching the moonlight's glow. Then, an innocent, bubbly chuckle spills from his lips, hidden beneath the fan. Only a pair of prismatic eyes remains exposed. " - Pft-tee hee hee... I'm sorry. "

The weapon lowers, revealing his fanged grin. "I just had to see what all the fuss was about."

It's the arrival of that mist that has the hashira's head whipping around to face his assailant. He might be one less and eye and still healing from prior injuries but that doesn't make Kyojuro any less aware of his surroundings.

The chill surrounding him is nothing compared the startling clack and fluttering of that fan that almost makes him jump, ember gaze immediately settling into something that is SMOLDERING the second those fangs reveal this stranger's true identity.

" The only one causing a fuss is YOU. "

#cryopathiic #pls be gentle i am rusty

kyojuro: peacefully existing

yall’s fucking muses: is this a chewtoy??

#dash comm;;