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pretending about everything to everyone -- isola affiliated doma of kimetsu no yaiba

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maliculinary‌:

❝You there. What did you just say?!❞

His voice rang out suddenly, and perhaps a bit closer to the other male than was necessary. There was barely any space between them as Dingo hovered over him, eyes practically glued to the other’s back.

“I said I was hungry,” the demon repeats himself as he turns to face the stranger, nary a care in the world. “Why? Do you have something to offer?”

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soryustyle‌:

     ❝You could aid us all by starving.❞

“It’s very nice to see you too, Akaza-dono!”

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“Ah... I’m getting a bit hungry again!”

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temperateskies replied to your post: don’t encourage him why are you booing me i’m...

Boobs are meant to be worshipped. Not eaten T_T

the only thing getting worshiped here is Me

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don't encourage him

why are you booing me i’m right

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ainohashira replied to your post: Do you eat the boobs?

well? do you????

wanna find out????

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Do you eat the boobs?

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PSA ;; Please never expect me to respond quickly to anything ever.  Whether or not it’s a thread, it’s an ask, it’s a meme — whether or not I responded quickly the time before — whether or not I’m online — etc, etc, etc.  I promise I’m not ignoring you, I promise I’m doing my best.  I have tons of responsibilities not related to Tumblr, && I also need to eat && sleep && sometimes I’m just not emotionally game.  It’s not because I don’t like you, it’s not because I don’t want to do the thing, it’s because I’m human.  Thank you!

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endless loop of me apologizing for being scarce bc 40+ hour work weeks Suck--

anyway! i’d like to do some event things, but preferably semi-plotted threads so it’ll be easier to write quickly. Douma’s version of the city is obviously going to be wrecked, but with a little twist-- his version appears to have been attacked with chemical warfare! fun! so, he’ll be dodging poison and having some difficulty breathing...and is that a hint of wisteria in the air? surely he’s imagining it?

this is probably a good chance for cast mates to attack him, since he’ll be a bit distracted. or...it’s a chance for him to take advantage of other muses, bc even if his environment has changed, his hunger has not!! sometimes event monsters aren’t the only thing you have to worry about--

anyway...slap the like button and i’ll message you about it! no cap for castmates and people he’s interacted with before, but cap is 2 for new non-castmate interactions!

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Hate this dude

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becomesspring‌:

A heavy sigh escapes from Tohru as she slumps against a nearby wall, her expression one of absolute defeat. She had spent the day running about the city, desperately trying to figure out where she was and how to get back home– And it ended in complete, utter failure. 

“I don’t know what to do…” She rubs at her arms, chilled from the night air. “Without anyone here, I’m–” Totally useless. 

Her head drops, and so does her heart. Without the Sohmas, Uo, and Hana. what was she going to do? They were her strength, and she can’t hold herself up for long without them. It’s selfish for her to wish that someone end up here with her, especially when there were so many unknown risks lurking about in the depths. But she still wishes, just for a second. 

A sob catches her attention then, just loud enough for her to hear over the other sounds of the night life. She follows it without hesitation, around a corner and a few more steps until she spots the crying man.

“Ah!” Quickly closing the distance between them, Tohru looks the other up and down for any signs of injury. “Are you alright, sir? Please, don’t cry… I’m here to help.”

Even if she is confused, alone, and useless, she would not stop being kind.

all it took was just a few short moments of crying to attract exactly the type of person he wanted. there was something so fundamentally off about young women that made them want to comfort others, to wipe away tears and fix problems. not just women, of course; the demon had met plenty of weak-willed men who came to offer a helping hand, stayed because of his kind eyes and sweet nothings, and never left him. 

so very generous of the positive people of the world to stay by his side and become a part of his life forever!

...disgusting.

“Oh?” Douma looks towards the stranger, rainbow eyes sparkling with tears that threatened to continue spilling. young and gentle, peace practically radiated from her. the concerned, yet somewhat far away look in her eyes made him want to grin from ear to ear-- but, he was sad right now, so that wouldn’t do. to help a man in the middle of the night with absolutely no apprehension at all...idiotic. he might’ve hit the jackpot. “I’m...I’m fine,” he sniffles for dramatic effect, “Just...lost and confused and feeling useless. You know, those days where everything goes wrong.”

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i still have a couple replies to do (i’m sorry i’m such a snail--), but i’m gonna take a little break and hopefully return to do some more later! feel free to follow me on twitter here if you haven’t already!

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“I really do miss helping people; I think that’s my calling in life. A shame I don’t have the means to do so on a grand scale here.”

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this is why they don’t eat together

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tfw both of your whiny children are around but you legitimately can’t bring yourself to care

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@becomesspring​

it was not very often that Douma wandered in search of a meal. back home, he would do it occasionally, but it was risky if not done correctly. his followers did not have to know about demons and he would rather keep it that way. the last thing he needed was that fact getting revealed; he very much liked to be thought of as a god, not as a devil. however, he did not have it so easy in this new place. there were no followers to pick and choose from, no pool of poor humans who had no family and no one to miss them if they disappeared.

and so, the upper moon found himself employing old tactics to draw people in.

of course, he could snag just about anyone who was walking alone, pluck them off the street and into his arms like it was nothing, but...where was the fun in that? to him, all of life was just a game-- meal time was no different. looking up at the moon, a plan suddenly came to mind...

...and he gently lowers his head into his hands as fake tears begin to fall down his cheeks.

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deceptionarts‌:

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The oddities of strange scenarios appearing at night would never change. Something the demon was just so use to witnessing, yet he rarely finds himself directly involved with them. To involve others around would be risking his own and Lady Tamayo’s safety. Something he could never afford to do. If the situation arises, then it would be up to the demon to figure out a way out of it. It would be best to take a shortcut to his new place before he would run into someone asking why someone like himself is out wondering this place alone. That really does get annoying.

As the demon turns a corner, he only wish he could turn back a few seconds and just keep walking straight to deal with the pester of question, then to run into someone who he recognize right away. To have run into an Upper Moon in this place… how was that possible. His expression of surprise was quickly removed, furrowing his brows to figure out how this demon was still here. Eyes glance back to see a stray cat make his way out of this area. Smart.Though the time to think about the answer was put to a halt at the demon’s offer.

“Disgusting.” Scrunching up his nose at the site of the human flesh presented before him- just about any demon would gladly take it and leave. Yushiro was a special case, along with Lady Tamayo. Not once has he ever consume human flesh, and he wasn’t going to start now. It would break Lady Tamayo’s heart if he did. “Do you expect me to accept such a gift? You clearly don’t know who you’re speaking with.” But Yushiro knows exactly who this is.

now....this was a surprise. Douma remained impassive, but cocked his head to the side very slightly in confusion. other demons would have jumped at the chance to consume flesh, no matter how small or how long it had been dead. why, he’d even had another demon attempt to steal a kill that was not theirs (he admired their bravery, but it never ended well for them when that happened). had he heard of demons not eating humans, though? it sounded very familiar...

ah!

“A fellow demon, I assumed,” he mused, letting the finger drop to the ground. it was much too old at this point-- he would find a fresher meal later on in the night. he withdraws a fan (far sturdier than the paper one he had received upon arrival, but nowhere near as luxurious as his gold ones from home) from his pocket instead, opening it was a flick of his wrist. 

“You must be one of those rarities who refuse to eat humans, right? Just like that woman. What was her name again? Tanaka? Tamako? No...that’s not right. Hm...” he knows her name--he could never forget the name of the woman who led to his downfall--but he wants to see his reaction. if his guess is correct, this could be quite interesting.