#hinokvmi

[aendeiousa]

         “  how old is your sister again?  ”  she questioned, dark eyes look tenderly towards the hand carved box. 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. but his plea was heard that day. she wasn’t there, but had heard. other slayers putting their voice in a decision that was already made.   @hinokvmi​ !!

[hizzashii]

@hinokvmi

He didn't remember anymore, why he lingered here. It had long ago stopped giving the scent of upturned earth, giving away what was buried within. It had long ago grew grass and flowers, hidden away as trees grew around it, lost to all but the one who couldn't recall her clearly even when he first awoke, when he only recalled a wide smile and a hazy face, as if trying to see through fog.

All of his mind felt so foggy, no longer truly recalling who he had once been.

Things like slayers, like breathing, like a blackened sword that turned red--as distant as a dream, at the tips of his fingers and yet clawed hands unable to grasp.

But the feeling remained, the pull to this bit of earth. There was something important here, even if no one else knew of it. Something he had to keep safe, or, or--

Or he didn't know. Just that it would hurt so much.

There were times, years before, a mother wandered close with her children, looking for those blue flowers that bloomed so rarely. He would hide himself away, unwilling to harm humans, even less one with children, such an oddly painful feeling that twisted in his chest, causing him to prefer hiding away until it passed.

But now--a young boy, but one seemingly alone. There's something familiar in his face, in those earrings, but the demon doesn't think of that too much, because he is too close--a warning growl, as Yoriichi settles himself upon that spot of earth.

Stay back, stay back.

At least, he makes no effort to actually approach Tanjiro, too busy guarding what was left of her.

[kanroko]

[NOTE] Thanks for patching me up! I feel ten times better already. I've already been sent on another mission so I couldn't thank you in person, but I wanted you to know that I appreciate what you do! Signed, Kamado tanjiro

LOUD & DEAFENING SILENCE note: give  my  muse  a  note  saying [content]  /  accepting!

another smile  graces  the  pillar’s  lips  at  the  letter’s  content.  there’s  a  pang  of  tenderness  that  hits  her  heart,  or  perhaps  it’s  appreciation.  it  isn’t  often  that  shinobu  seriously  acknowledges,  let  alone  accepts  any  of  the  thanks  given  for  her  services-  they’re  only  expected,  after  all-  but  this  time  . . .  she  decides  to  let  it  slide.  

paper  is  light  between  fingers  that  gingerly  hold  all  sentiment  gifted  to  her,  a  shelf  sits  left  to  the  shrine  erected  for  her  late  sibling;  there  lies  a  many  letters  and  origami  shapes  held  dear  to  the  pillar  in  which  tanjiro’s  will  become  a  welcome  addition.  palms  meet  in  prayer  and  shinobu  bows  her  head-  a  moment  of  silence  follows.  may  his  heart  be  guided  safely.

[breathslayed]

clicking wood-on-stone is accompanied by the symphony of chirping cheerful birds and waking evening cicada. in a normal world, today would have been ideal for packing a lunch, heading up to the mountain and hunting for urui and take no ko (if they were lucky) with her younger siblings. they would have made it back right as the sun sunk behind the treeline, all eager for dinner sans shigeru, whose stomach had turned sour from eating too much raw urui on the way back down. tanjiro would come home from selling coal in town, immediately disappearing behind a swarm of excited little arms greeting the second he passed through the door. it would have been peaceful.

that life was behind them now. the wooden box strapped across her back, however lightweight it was, carrying a terribly heavy burden. tanjiro, the brother that held their family together like an unbreakable glue, had been dissolved to a blood-hungry beast, incapable of speaking the soothing words that kept her nerves managed. it was for him that she had worked to become strong, to become someone who held even a fraction of her brother’s fire and vigor.

       “niisan,” she speaks softly to the box, balled fist giving the wooden exterior a tiny knock, “I’m going to stop for the evening so you can come out, okay?” their path is turned into the woods, keeping off the empty trail and into the security of the tree’s heavy shadow for an evening’s rest.

box now settled against the soft grassy terrain, nezuko undoes the latch to let out her little older brother.

     “come on out! we’re safe now.”

@hinokvmi​ (demon!tanjiro)

[humanitysong]

" so you're saying the reason i don't have a girlfriend is because i'm not a big enough threat yet. " / from stine ✌️

"that is definitely not the moral of the story!" vash sighs and shakes his head. honestly how did the other think he would even suggest such a reckless way of getting a girlfriend?

"listen, my brother is one of the biggest threats to humanity and he cannot flirt at all he has zero 'game'" he's not even sure his brother would know what to do with a partner. "besides, being a threat is rather counterproductive"

unhinged sentences ( no longer accepting ) // @hinokvmi .

[halcyon--mind]

❛  how will i ever be able to repay you?  ❜ / from vash!

A glass of water, a handful of bandages tied around a cut on the forearm, and her time, of course. It's a mental list of what she's done to maybe garner the response from him. But, to Mona, none of it is enough to justify taking any sort of payment, whatever it may be. No matter how much she may need the money...

"Oh, don't worry about it, please! I'm just happy I could help~"

[hiircgi]

❝ i don’t need to hear about your mistakes. i’ve made enough of my own, thanks. ❞  / from ritsu!

 ❝ do not let your mistakes define who you are, kageyama-kun, or they might dictate your actions. ❞ those were some wise words coming from a person who appears so youthful on the outside; however, his memories of a former life as a powerful & well-known magician who has lived for centuries bring many experiences to learn from. ❝ your mistakes can be excellent learning opportunities; they allow you to know what you value & increase your confidence from the fear of failure. the most important thing you must remember is not to repeat such mistakes, whether in the near or distant future. ❞

god of war: ragnarok starters || still accepting.

[spaces0ngs]

💋 a smooch for stine pretty pls

THEY'VE BEEN DRINKING not a lot, but enough to grow a little red in the face and a lot loud. it all started with lifting a bottle of whiskey from a rich merchant that stine tried valiantly to snatch back from iris, but at that point in time they were too far away and fuck the rich anyway, especially on this shithole of a planet. iris already has a massive bounty on their head, what's a little stealing, from the rich to the give to the poor ? or however that story about the man in the woods from earth went.

they are already affectionate typically, all over stine whenever they can. of course, they're careful about it. they know that its weird, for stine, that they don't feel it, so iris only hangs onto their arm or hand where they can see it and know what iris is doing. but tipsy iris ? oh, its an entirely different ballpark altogether. if they're not draped over someone then they'll positively die.

❛ stine, stine,   ❜ they whine, demanding attention now. look at them, their imaginary tail is practically beating against the ground when they're finally acknowledged. ❛ gimme your hand ?   ❜ SMILE IS PLEASED when stine offers it to them, and iris clasps it in one of theirs, before bringing it up to their lips. they press their fingertips to them, kissing them with such tenderness it almost hurts. ❛ can y'feel it ?   ❜

@hinokvmi / KISSES FROM IRIS