#ensangvines

[uppertwo-a]

@ensangvines​ // sc. 

           AND REGARDING MUZAN, Douma had never found the relationship between to be nearly as complicated as the other upper moons. No need to shiver or cower –– he understood their dynamic perfectly, and held no qualms with following whatever his leader desired. However, there was occasionally something that seemed to itch ––– something that left him scratching at his chest; wondering what lay beneath.

Sometimes he wondered if he dug deep enough into his ribs, something would come spilling out. Would it be something good? Something bad? Did it matter when he had no emotions to begin with –––– ?

      ––––– But today, something ticks over in his mind. Something he’d been wondering.

           “–––did you choose me for a reason, muzan-sama?”

         A question comes out, before he gives his usual smile. He bows his head, respectfully.               “–––please excuse the sudden question, i’m just curious, is all!”

[solitxdinem]

︱  @ensangvines​ liked for a starter : x

What....What had he done?

It was true what they say. Nothing more than a feral beast.

A monstermonstermonster-!!

Those bonds were real-!!

Yet the very one who had shattered them, wasn’t his parents.

It wasn’t even then when his father crept with a knife through the heavy darkness of the boy’s room. Silver metal that shimmered like a thousand muted gems in the pallid moonlight that poured through the window. Rough, wooden, handle clutched desperately within one trembling hand. As Rui had heard, through the fading oblivion of slumber, the wavering chorus of his father’s uneven breaths.

It wasn’t even his mother then, when she had only crumpled to her knees in the doorway and bitterly wept. Wept over him.....

For the life Rui had stolen.

For Rui himself....

Yet it was only now, when everything was painted in a sickening crimson deluge, did he realize...the devastating truth. Stealing away quivering words, dying like poison upon a heavy tongue. Guilt piercing then. Deeper than anything he had ever known. Buried razor sharp beneath those friable layers of Rui’s webs cast of pretty lies. Lies spun to obscure the truth. So he could merely cover his eyes and pretend. Pretend the truth wasn’t discarded like bloodied fodder at his feet...

It was all his fault.

All his fault....

Because of him....

 ❛   It’s going to be alright, Rui...   ❜

Mother and Father were....

Were....!!

 ❛   We’re going to die with you…  ❜

Quaking digits, porcelain pale, ghosting upon snow white fabric. Clutching heavily the front of his thin yukata, just above his heart. The dull beat that swelled in a sweltering symphony of protest. Of panic.

Oh gods, wanting more than anything to stumble back. To futility attempt to simply push his parents back together again. All those warm, messy, pieces that tumbled out, permanently staining the tatami mats in which his mother had always been meticulous about keeping clean.

The sensation of this smoldering abyss, this tremulous maelstrom raging right within his heart. Unable to think. Unable to breathe. It hurt so much...

How had it come to this??

It had been such a simple wish to start. Kind, unfettered. Not wanting to see the gentle pity, the worry, that echoed within his parent’s warm eyes every. Single. Time. Every time Rui collapsed, wheezing  softly upon the cool ground. Every time delicate hands brushed back damp bangs from a fevered brow...Just wanting to be....stronger.

So how?? How had it gotten so horribly skewed?? How had it twisted upon this path lined with only bloodshed and haunting regrets. This desolate ache that drove the boy to his knees, empty stomach jolting in harsh protest.

How could things have gotten this far???

[demonbreathing]

SOME ONE WORD PROMPTS.   still accepting!

@ensangvines   said :   bloody, :)

     eat. his talons pierce through flesh like butter. a quick slice of them provides him with bite - sized chucks of human meat. eat. he puts one bite,   then two,   then three on his tongue. it leaves his cheeks bulging and it’s hard to chew with his mouth so full. he nearly chokes when he swallows. eat. he snaps a femur in two. starts gnawing directly off the bone. his sharp teeth leave scrapes on it. eat. he eats body after body,   corpse by corpse. he eats until his stomach bulges and then some. eat. he savors a woman’s heart,   probably around his age. he breaks all her ribs open so her chest is left as some sort of macabre orchid display.  eat. he thinks his hands are stained red. he licks underneath his nails. eat. ravaged cadavers pile around him in a halo. he’s sitting in a pile of blood. 

     keep eating. 

     he wants to cry,   he’s so full. 

     keep eating. 

     he shovels a mouthful of intestines into his mouth. his hands are shaking. 

     to eat is to become strong. keep eating. 

     he wants to become strong,   more than anything. he keeps eating. bite after bite. his body isn’t his body anymore ;   he’s just sharp teeth and an open mouth. he chews in time with a biwa’s strum. 

[bombolear]

@ensangvines​   said  :  🔥🔥 !!

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 “ 🔥 “ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍.      /    not accepting .

KNY  SPOILERS  AHEAD :  i know i  told you this already , but while i’m not entirely against how this fight played out , i feel like nezuko was kinda a wasted resource . i get she was turning human and muzan wanted to eat her , but  . . .  what was the point in her becoming the first demon to conquer the sun  IN A FIGHT UNTIL SUNRISE and become so strong if she wasn’t even going to be fighting or used as an asset ?  i think it would have been a nice parallel of her and muzan fighting in a race against time -- her before she turns human , and muzan before sunrise . but no , instead i get demon tanjirou which . . . honestly i’m hoping is just gonna be a way he gets healed / to live . if after all this he gets killed i will burn this manga to the ground because i will take realistic bUT I HAVE LIMITS !!!!! AND I HAVE HAD IT LEAVE THE KAMADO SIBLINGS ALONE SO HELP ME

[velarias]

@ensangvines asked :   ❝ ... was it worth anything? ❞ plum red glance verging on bitter derision, he stands tall before her. ( for cursed or otherwise, they’ll never have another taste of what they once abandoned before staining their lips with his blood. ) ❝ in the end, were your efforts to free yourself worth anything at all? you can’t get rid of me, Tamayo. even in death — we are to meet in the same place. I’m looking forward to that. ❞

inhale               ,               exhale               .               this  man  brings  out           the  worst           of  her               ————————               quite  literally           created           the  worst  of  her  with  his  own  blood               ,               that  of  which  still  flows  through  her  being               ,               no  matter  how  she          tries  to  rid           his  presence  from  her               .               the  anger  that  flows  within  veins               ,               the  same  has  dealt  with  for           centuries               ,               boils  in  his  company               .               yet  to  let  him  see  that  part  of  her  means  he  wins               ,               and  she  cannot  let  him  have           that  satisfaction               .

lilacs  narrow  at  the  other               ,               his           changed           appearance               .               her  doing               ,               though  it  seems  he  is  yet  to  realise  that  yet               ,               concoction  of  her  making           (               with  the  help  of  her  assistant  and  the  insect  pillar               )           courses  through  his  body               ,               silent  as  a  serpent               .                   ❛         perhaps               .               there  is           no  peace           for  us               ,               even  in  death               .               but  that’s  fine               ————————               we  don’t  deserve  a  moment  of  happiness               .               i’ll  be  happy               ,               as  long  as  you’re  dead  and           no  longer  a  part           of  this  world               .               when  you  are  unable  to  hurt  a  single  soul  again               ,               that’s  when  i’ll  rest               .               i’d  rather  you           with  me           than  not               .         ❜                   she  bares  her  teeth  at  him  in  a  wolf - like  smile               ,               mischief  dancing  across  features               .                   ❛         i’ll  see  you  in           hell               ,               kibutsuji               .         ❜    

[thnderwrath]

@ensangvines​ said:  ❛ i could tear you apart if i wanted . ❜ / oof bitter / aggresive starters // accepting 

the way fear had engulfed his body. the way his cells shrieked in fear when faced with upper moon one, was nothing compared to the horror that was muzan kibutsuji. it just wasn’t comparable, his body paralyzed from it all. in his mind, he cursed himself for acting like this, that he was only further proving those who thought less of him, but he didn’t dare think less of his lord and master. no, compared to muzan, he wasn’t even worth shining the man's boots.

once he could feel his legs, the demon was quick on his knees, head bowed low to the ground, hoping his apologies would let him off easy, fearing for his life.

❝p-please... muzan-sama, forgive me! if you give me more chance, i swear i-i can be of worth to you! i beg for your forgiveness!❞

[kyukicho]

@ensangvines​ poked our <3

      Whimpers were psalms, cries exultation. Each sound his followers made when  confronted with their fate held a certain tone in his mind. Every utterance a grateful cry of joy with accompanied overwhelming tears.

       Like feline cleaning its fur the demon lapped at blood. Licking stray remnants from his fingers and palm. He hadn’t needed to use his weapon, these humans were of little consequence and even lesser in difficulty to extinguish.  

        Upon seeing his new guest already straight back perked up. Rainbow of eyes gleaming at the mere sight of his creator. The very man he had to truly thank for this meal before him.

                “Lord Muzan! What a surprise! You bring the bringer of happiness more than I could even grant! Seeing you is a breath of fresh air. Can I get you anything? Seat? Pillow? Drink? Lithe young girl’s fresh corpse?”

[enburn-a]

@ensangvines​ said:     “  it makes you sad,  doesn’t it?  that there’s so much hatred in the world.  ” / :pensive:

↳ 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙷𝚄𝙶 𝙼𝙴 𝙸'𝙼 𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂.

if  under  his  skin  is  where  muzan  seeks  his  solace,     yoriichi  would  never  permit  it.     this  world  is  indeed  infested  with  hatred  among  other  things,     his  words  hold  some  merit  of  truth  despite  the  snake  tongue  that  utters  them.     yoriichi  knows  this  firsthand.     but  when  the  splendor  of  the  living  experience  can  be  observed  at  any  waking  moment,     how  could  he  let  his  vision  be  clouded  by  an  emotion  like  hate?     a  dilemma  of  an  experience  that  he  could  not  understand,     if  it  were  possible  to  understand  in  the  first  place,     all  that’s  sought  for  in  such  an  ephemeral  life  is  contentment  and  peace.     (     had  it  been  too  selfish  of  a  wish?     too  intangible?     a  life  lived  in  violence  is  not  the  one  he  wanted.     )     for  certain,     what  he  knows  is  that  the  life  gifted  upon  every  living  creature  is  far  too  short  and  unsure  to  live  enveloped  in  such  a  negative  disposition.     the  fervor  of  such  long-winded  malintent  is  too  pungent  to  ever  go  down  easily     —     yoriichi  is  not  a  man  who  could  possess  such  a  thing.

but  naively,     hopeful  hearts  do  not  think  of  the  tragedy  of  uncertain  tomorrows:     even  when  simple  dreams  of  humble  comfort  and  a  sprouting  family  are  ripped  asunder  as  effortlessly  as  worthless  paper,     he  would  not  succumb  to  it’s  clutches.     ...     if  there  is  one  thing  to  be  understood  between  us  then  let  me  make  this  clear,     ❝     i  hold  no  hate  for  anyone.     ❞     despite  it,     and  despite  everything.     the  words  that  flutter  through  barely  parted  lips  fill  the  space  where  the  silence  of  his  vague  disdain  would  have  otherwise  taken  it’s  place.     per  usual  of  a  man  never  quite  fitted  for  conversation,     even  less  when  he  knows  his  words  would  be  spoken  ultimately  to  no  avail.     destined  to  live  a  life  only  to  endure  in  a  seamless  everyday  cycle     …     to  endure  through  the  heaviness  of  life  but  to  not  let  hate  seep  in  where  it  would  be  so  easily  and  effortlessly  done.     and  perhaps  that  alone  is  the  saddest  part  of  it  all.