#introspection .

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꒰ྀི১   ♡    ░     𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎𝘩   𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒   𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙   was   born   in   the   tiny   town   of   liberal   ,   kansas   to   the   beloved   town   pastor   tom   campbell   *&   his   loving   wife   rose   where   the   three   lived   in   a   modest   home   in   the   heart   of   the   town   ;   susie   was   well   known   by   her   community   before   she   could   ever   truly   know   any   of   them   .   a   symbol   of   the   𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓   𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍   𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌   her   doting   parents   held--   a   sweet   ,   docile   young   girl   who   was   perfectly   molded   by   her   surroundings   *&   her   father's   teachings   .   but   susie   was   𝑎   𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟   ,   always   day   dreaming   about   being   somewhere   else   ,   being   someone   else--   she   told   everyone   who   would   listen   to   her   growing   up   that   she   was   going   to   be   an   actress   one   day   ,   but   whether   they   actually   took   those   aspirations   of   hers   seriously   was   always   up   in   the   air   .   susie   was   perfect   in   the   eyes   of   her   peers   ,   an   idol   to   the   other   children   ,   the   example   of   what   every   other   girl   her   age   in   her   church   should   be   𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦   𝑓𝑜𝑟   𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔    [   .   .   .   ]   this   put   𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄   𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄   on   her   shoulders   from   a   very   young   age   ,   which   only   became   that   much   heavier   once   puberty   hit   for   sweet   susannah   .   shedding   her   baby   weight   ,   growing   into   all   of   her   features   ,   this   made   even   more   eyes   be   constantly   fixed   on   her   ;   prying   ,   lustful   eyes   now   as   well   as   those   who   yearned   to   be   her   *&   those   who   resented   her   for   being   '   𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡   '   in   their   eyes   .   it   was   all   so   suffocating   ,   an   𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐃   she   was   held   to   that   she   never   asked   to   be   held   to   all   simply   because   of   who   she   was   born   to   .

[herephic]

" i am desperate ! " i cry to the crimson skies . it's raining on me and it feels like blood. my vicious maw opens wide and drinks. the gods are weeping and i drink their tears. " what was i made for? " and they do not respond. so i drink, and i drink, and i drink, until my stomach aches and i crumble underneath the weight of my own existence.

[herephic]

i'm not important. it's okay. i think i will always be that...person. the one that people only want when they want something. and maybe that is my purpose. maybe that's why i was put on this stupid planet, to be the person that people only speak to when they want something. and maybe i'm okay with it because at least i'm getting attention, when it happens. and because my heart is so full, and boundless, my cup never empties and i have so fucking much to give give give to those who are parched. i will keep giving. and i will keep accepting that i'm only there when people want something. i will give to you, you can take from me, this is my purpose.

[mizukokyu]

do you guys ever think about how your character's soul would look like based off that moment where we see rengoku's [&] tanjiro's soul? no? well. i do. i think that his would be stormy, like a never-ending sea of waves that are crashing, violent. it crashes against itself [&] it's raining, thunderous. it rains endlessly. there's a spot in the distance where the darkened clouds are parted, allowing the sun to shine down. the waves don't pour over that area, it's a safe zone. when you venture closer, unable to drown, you'll find the sun shines on two gravestones. sabito. tomioka tsutako. indented in the cement.

[mizukokyu]

on the subject of kanzaburō (no one's talking about him, ryan??) shut up. anyways. on the subject of kanzaburō, after the events of the infinity castle [&] the fall of muzan, when the world's been returned to normal, he still remains in giyū's care - there's no reason for him not to be, actually. he's an old bird, memory shot. however, giyū does give kanzaburō the extra amount of praise for helping map out the infinity castle, extra treats. you did so good. with head pats [&] kisses.

[mizukokyu]

anyways. modern form of japanese sign language was established in kyoto in 1878, [&] as a child, the opportunity to learn it was never an option for him, but he does eventually learn it - specifically after becoming a hashira [&] being given an abundance of resources + wealth from the ubuyashiki family. in any modern aspect, he was put through it shortly after his autism diagnosis. the reasoning he learns this in both canon / main-line [&] modern verses is specific to his non-verbal episodes.

[mizukokyu]

thinking more on it, his demon verse is highly reminiscent of a yako (nogitsune) spirit, still within the kitsune family. he's more mischievous, favors targeting women more than men, [&] dislikes bright lights, especially electricity. he tends to stay hidden in the shadows, especially in his own space in the forest that he claimed (which is not far from where he was turned into a demon) [&] dislikes canine animals - which is backed up by canon, specifically the gaiden - [&] in the same vein, yako's hate blades which goes in favor to the dislike to demon slayers he'd harbor as a now demon.