#hizzashii

[compassneedle]

@hizzashii / closed starter.

“you seem to become more like a doll by the day,” it was jarring for him, being able to remember who he was as a human, “they’ve started describing a ghostly spirit hanging around the temple — something that is like a human, but not completely.”

“is that a name you want? ningyō?”

[demcnsden]

Starter for @hizzashii

The woman gasped as she sat up after lying on the ground, her hands wrapping around her throat. It felt dry; a thirst lingered as she tried swallowing down anything to see if it would go away. Blinking her deep purple eyes landed on the male standing before her, with limbs littered around them. Her mouth was drooling as she could smell the scent of blood in the air; it was sweet, like a siren calling out to her.

Hinatsuru's fingers twitched around her throat as her claws were digging into her flesh, causing blood to drip down them. Her horns curled around her head like a crown, as her wings fluttered softly on the ground like a baby chick. The woman was hungry and craved to sink her fangs into the tender corpses that lay before her. It was no longer fresh, but her stomach growled loudly. Slowly releasing her grip from her throat, she placed them on the ground, staring as she swallowed down the saliva in her mouth.

The demoness only stared, not sure what to say, as a name was echoing in her mind. Hina. Was that her name, or would she be granted a new one now? Finally, after a couple more moments, she spoke softly, "Who are you…" Her voice was beautiful and enchanting like a songbird as her wings twitched, as she was a little nervous around the other. She was doing her best to be respectful. Her clothing was torn apart and covered in blood from the wounds that would have killed a human, but now there was no trace.

It appeared she had woken up on a battlefield surrounded by slayers, but now just piles of corpses. She had been on the brink of death before she was spared by becoming a demon. Compared to many other newly born demons, she had not lost her mind due to the ravaging hunger. Most devoured and gored themselves until they would return to their senses. Hinatsuru was different, but how much longer she would keep her control was unknown if she did not eat soon.

[rabbitprose]

learning to love when you have teeth. / @hizzashii

[upperthird]

@hizzashii / sc.

he holds the other’s arm, carefully, “—i’m sorry i did that — sometimes i have difficulty holding back, even in practice battles… i’m gonna put it back into place, okay? it might hurt.”

[calamxty-a]

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Muzan’s counted the days--it’s been a year and a half since he last fought Yoriichi. A year and a half hiding, a year and a half recuperating, a year and a half afraid. A year and a half wasted due to his folly--and the strength of an opponent he never considered.

His fury demands his action.

His fury wants him to reach out and hurt everyone, anyone close.

But, most of all, he wants to hurt Yoriichi.

He wants to see those hanafuda earrings crack in his grip, crushed to nothingness. Just like Yoriichi.

But what can hurt him now? Michikatsu, now Kokushibo, is now a demon. There’s nothing left for him. No humans, other than the demon slayers. There’s no one Muzan can kill in kind. So Muzan determines he’ll have to go after Yoriichi himself. And--the one thing the other hates, he assumes, more than anything is demons.

It would be a power play for Muzan to make him one of his.

The vindictive side of him plans it out. 

It’s easy enough for him to turn villages into wastelands, to turn half into demons and watch them feast on humans. It’s easy for him to create a pattern. To show that it’s him. Just as he was before he recuperated, not hiding. But this time, he’s using it to draw Yoriichi in.

He makes sure to turn the villagers before the demon slayers alive. 

He hides, laying in wait, for Yoriichi himself, and when he locates him, most of the attacks are focused on him. This man’s skill is inhuman, but there’s only so much one person can do when faced with an entire village’s worth of demons, clamoring to eat him at the same time.

It’s simple. Muzan waits for his opening and takes it.

The other’s sword flies through the air, he’s disarmed-- and then he’s tied up. The demons are killed as they come in, wave after wave, leaving nothing but the smell of blood and the screams of the dying in their wake.

In the infinity castle, he cruelly drops Yoriichi to the ground, his plum-red eyes glowing.

“You know, I’ve been planning this for about three months now. I never imagined it would be so easy to bring you here. All it took was a little knowledge about you to make it happen.” Muzan crouches in front of him, his eyes cold.

“I kept wondering to myself what could I possibly do to return the favor?”

The form he holds his face in--it’s previous state, unblemished, smooth, beautiful--changes. The scar that appears isn’t too bad looking--just tinged pink, as new skin usually would be.

“It struck me that I already had your brother. You have no other attachments that I’ve been able to locate, so I had to do something to you specifically.”

“You realize that it took Michikatsu three days to turn? It was very painful for him.” The statement is said cruelly. “He goes by Kokushibo now. It makes me wonder.. Just what will your name be?”

“And--he remembers his life as a human, as I do. I’m rather hoping you do as well.”

His hand caresses over Yoriichi’s cheek, his thumb cutting over the other man’s forehead. He laps the blood off his finger and then slices across his palm, letting his blood drip over Yoriichi’s forehead, down into the wound.

“I'm going to enjoy watching you become a demon.”

“You’re going to be one of us. You’re going to be mine.”

[dawnedkissedmoved]

@hizzashii // continued from a lost thread !

A giggle escapes parted lips, though she’s quick to raise her hand and cover her mouth to conceal it from him. He’s always so serious about such things and it amuses her. Though she’s not the type to tease him too much, so she gives him a wide smile in return to his question, watching him blink again as if testing if his theory was correct.

“No, I think you’re quite good at blinking. I just don’t think you do it enough. Your poor eyes must dry out quite quickly.” She doubts that’s the case, but watching him sit before her blinking away at absolutely nothing is too funny to let go.

But there’s something very peaceful and angelic about the way he seems to drift away in his own mind, fiery maroon hues settled upon nothing in particular, body as still as stone. She’s seen him do it so often while she potters about, unable to sit still for too long unlike him. She wonders just how he can do it.

[yuruse]

@hizzashii liked for a lyrical starter! - Working by Tate Mcrae & Khalid 

“It's a feeling that I can't explain...” Hakuji says to the stranger. He looks down at his hands, the black bands marking him a criminal reminding him of his past. Should he even be allowed to feel like this? He wonders. 

There was no-one else to say this too, yet it was bubbling to the surface. It needed an out! 

“She’s something else. Every time I’m near her, I’m just...I can’t think straight. I make these ridiculous excuses to do a chore because my thoughts won’t make sense.” Then he gets flustered and his words get all jumbled. Closing his eyes, Hakuji looks over to the red-haired stranger. 

“Do you need more food, I can bring some...” He offers, the least he can do since this man is hearing his absurd thoughts. 

[goddessofsuns]

@hizzashii liked for a starter.

A masked woman like her is someone you wouldn’t really seem to be a god at first glance. And the goddess of the sun no less. But the mask was quite off putting. Kept people from coming to close. As much as she adored her people it was hard to be around humans. And not many really accepted a strange white wolf Issun would argue her on that. At least they didn’t think she was a demon.

With a soft thank you and a bow she purchased her meat bun before walking away. Holding up a small piece to her tiny companion who rested on her shoulder before moving her mask out of the way to be placed nicely at the side of her head revealing the red painted markings that she bore. Taking a bite her gaze soon locked onto a mans that seemed strangely familiar. Yet she had no idea who he was. But considering his outfit he seemed to be one of those slayers shes heard of. Yet she’s doing most of the work. But her interest soon peaked as soon as she saw the marking on his head. Could he? No. No it can’t be. The other gods spoke of a man like him but it can’t be him!

“Amako! Hey! Are you even listening!” Issun bounced on her shoulder in a huff causing her to look away.

“I- sorry Issun here…” she spoke softly as she gave him another piece. Her gaze soon back on that man as the bug only huffed in response and ate the piece he was given. Slowly she made her way to him. Transfixed on his ears. The earrings. Oh dear. Now here she was in the middle of the pathway starring at the man the other gods spoke so highly of. And it wasn’t helping she was getting stared at herself.