Muzan~ i found your weakness~ cats
"Cats?"
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Muzan~ i found your weakness~ cats
"Cats?"
I know who your crush is 😏
"What are you even talking about?"
Do demons poop?
"No. Our bodies are incapable of processing waste, granted it would weigh down our strength. Any unnecessary buildup is usual ejected by violently hacking it out or vomiting."
I'm gonna need you to apologize to Akaza far blaming the poor dude for every little thing that goes wrong or else you're getting backshotted by true form Sukuna 😈
He takes a single breath, then it hitches at the mention of Sukuna's name.
"I do not apologise for any of my doings, granted they are all absolute. And if Sukuna wishes to commit such a crime of 'backshotting' the Demon King, he can do it to my face."
OMG I FOUND ANOTHER ONE OF YOU HEHE 😈
Question: How would you react if my oc told you that you're not evil or a monster?
(Ooc: Is it alright if I rp as my oc? I ship her really hard with him lol. It's alright if he doesn't fall for her as I just want to see a canon-like reaction from him. I made an account for that I'll use if yes it has more info on her in the pinned post @hikari-the-angel)
He stares you down for a moment. "You speak as though your judgments hold weight, as if your pity could somehow encompass me. Not evil? Not a monster? Those are merely the fragile concepts of weak, transient creatures who desperately seek to label what they fear. I am a perfect being. I do not exist within the narrow confines of your petty virtues or sins." "To look upon me and offer your unprompted absolution is not kind—it is a delusion of grandeur. Mind your tongue, fragile creature, before I remind you exactly what happens to those who mistake my supreme existence for something they are capable of understanding."
Love how you can't become truly immortal only for William Afton to figure it out 60 years later in the 1980s by killing kids and stuffing their bodies in animatronic suits 🤡 (don't even make me bring up Sebastian from Black Butler bro will be pissed asf that there's a demon able to walk in the sun 💔)
"Quiet your yapping. Never again are you to compare me to such foolish beings who cannot comprehend the first thing about the true strength of a demon."
The night was quieter than Koumi expected. After hours spent tracking a demon through the outskirts of the city, every muscle in her body ached. The mission had gone far worse than planned, leaving her exhausted enough that even maintaining her usual careful composure felt like a burden. The only thing she wanted was the familiar warmth of home, the brief illusion of peace waiting behind the door.
She slipped inside quietly, She slipped inside quietly, removing her shoes at the entrance before letting out a slow breath. The familiar scent of the house immediately eased some of the tension in her shoulders. Her steps were quiet as she moved through the dimly lit room, carrying the weight of the long night with her. Her hand instinctively rested near the hidden injuries beneath her clothing, checking that nothing had worsened before she continued.
Eventually, she reached the closet where she kept her belongings. Her fingers paused briefly on the handle before she opened it, placing her Nichirin katana inside with the same care she always did. Too tired to think about anything else, she failed to notice the small mistake she had made. The blade had not been concealed properly. Though she didnt expect that her city-life husband would even know why she had a katana, whe could just simply say that it was a goft from a friend
Oh how godamn naive' she is Koumi closed the closet door and leaned against it for a moment, eyes shutting as exhaustion finally began catching up with her. ``Just a little rest...`` she mutters to herself. Blacking out on the bed.
Later in the swell of night, Muzan arrived home after collecting more valuable information from his hard-working colleagues, who had no clue exactly what they were funding with their knowledge. Still in disguise, he placed his bag gently on the kitchen counter, emptying it quickly. He listened carefully for any sound of life. None, yet there was a presence within the home. His wife was probably home by now. Sleeping? A mystery he would discover much later. After roaming the empty, quiet house, Muzan made his way up the stairs, wiping the railing with a single finger to check for the day's dust. His finger came away slightly dark with a thin film of dirt. He frowned. Shouldn't his wife had cleaned this mess? He read through the schedule pinned on the wall next to the master bedroom, where Koumi was asleep. Not a single errand or appointment was listed. Muzan's brows knitted. Was this woman...purposely avoiding her duties? Ready to scold, he opened the door to the master bedroom and scanned quickly. He noticed her first, splayed on the bed and lying like dead. From scent alone, he foretold she was alive. Sighing, he opened the closet door, loosening his tie slowly. He nearly just missed the shine of the lamp against the steel of nichirin tsuba. Oh, how the odds of their relationship would have changed if he missed such an important key detail. But he noticed. His eyes widened with confusion, then flared with anger. He picked up the wretched piece of steel, clenching his fist with pure malice filling his heart. This woman, who lived with him for several years at his side, acting like the picture-perfect wife, was a liar. A goddamn liar. A Demon Slayer girl. He dropped the blade. It clattered to the floor.
(Okay I'm sending this to start the roleplay. You might want to look at the pinned post I have in Hikari's account explaining her lore and info about her if you don't already know it @hikari-the-angel)
It was late at night. The sky was a dark blue, almost black, with the stars twinkling within it. The moon shone brightly, not unlike the many lanterns and lights that lined the streets of Asakusa. The chattering and bustle of people filled the district. And within them, the Demon King walked among them, blending into the crowd.
Hikari had happened to also be there, albeit a few blocks away. She hadn't been able to sleep that night. Her mind was too consumed by her worries and contemplations. She thought maybe taking a midnight stroll in her human disguise and getting fresh air would help ease her mind, but nothing seemed to calm it.
'I can't stop thinking about it... Are they really all truly evil?' she wondered.
Being too deep in thought, she didn't notice the man that had turned the corner from a nearby alleyway in her direction. A sharp, surprised gasp escaped her lips as she collided into his hard chest.
Hikari blinked for a few moments as she tried to process what had just happened. When she realized that she had accidentally crashed into a stranger's muscular torso, her porcelain cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. She immediately pushed herself off him and took a step back.
"Ah! I'm so sorry sir! I-I wasn't looking where I was going and I... I bumped into you," she spoke in a gentle yet nervous apology as she bowed her head. She couldn't bare to look at him just yet from the embarrassment she was feeling.
The collision barely registered as a physical impact to him; it was like a leaf drifting against a stone wall. Muzan (in his Tsukihiko disguise) stops instantly, his posture remaining perfectly upright and elegant. For a fraction of a second, a flash of pure annoyance darkens his crimson eyes at the sheer incompetence of a human bumping into him, but it vanishes just as quickly beneath a polished, gentle smile. He adjusts the brim of his white fedora with a gloved hand and looks down at the bowing girl. His voice, smooth, deep, and perfectly calm, cutting through her nervous apology.
"There is no need to apologize so profusely, young lady," he says, his tone dripping with a carefully crafted, comforting warmth. He takes a half-step back to give her space, embodying the perfect image of a concerned, upper-class gentleman. "It is quite alright. Asakusa is crowded tonight, and the lights can be rather distracting. Are you hurt?"
Beneath his gentle demeanor, his sharp senses pick up on something that makes his muscles grow taut. It is unnoticeable, yet all of his senses were screaming at him.
The scent of this...human was intoxicating. When was the last time he smelled such a thing? Perhaps, was this even more powerful than Marechi?
He continued analyzing her, searching for any sign that she might be more than a simple human blocking his path.