#solxrflare

[7thfcrm]

@solxr-flare muichiro vc: he's not making it any easier, plus i have zero clue whats going on in that guy's head at any time

              "this is inosuke we're talking about here, he's a demon slayer, you think he would go and cheer for one of them instead of you? inosuke, the guy who gets excited about fighting demons? cheering for one? do you know how stupid you sound right now?"

[limitlesspossibilities]

🐤 fret and rindo (im so sorry lmao)

Send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours.

[demcnsden]

Starter for @solxr-flare

Ayame felt her blade connect with the demon's neck just like the various counterparts, but she was quickly shoved away from the dragon heads, which smacked her around. The human crashed through a few tree trunks before passing out from the impact of the force. It felt like only seconds passed before she inhaled deeply, regaining her consciousness.

The brunette snarled as she felt her ribs were broken and her leg was twisted from landing improbably. Blood was covering her vision as she could not see anything past it, as her head was throbbing and her eardrums were ringing, which might have been caused previously by the soundwave attack.

The Thunder Hashira stood up, refusing to give in to her injuries. Pain was still a message that her brain received, which could be ignored. However, something strange had shifted in the air as it smelled like a storm was rolling in when it was just about dawn, but the demon almost felt like it had simply vanished. Her heart was racing as she slowly limped forward, trying to test the waters, not knowing how long she had blacked out from the last attack. Clenching her sword, she held it tight as she could not hear or see anything due to her injuries. Her senses were heightened from unlocking her slayer's mark, which littered her face and down her neck with cracks similar to lightning.

[7thfcrm]

@solxr-flare

muichiro vc: bugs in his chest that are dormant sometimes and may or may not have swords

"what?" instantly he was horrified, thinking about how bugs could even get into someone's chest. wouldn't they just go down the throat and into the stomach? and did the hashira say---swords?

"has anyone taken him to shinobu?" sounds like something that someone SHOULD HAVE DONE HOURS AGO IF THAT WERE THE CASE!

[demcnsden]

Starter for @solxr-flare

It was a simple visit to the small village during the day, right when the weather was turning colder, so the animal pelts she had would sell for a much better price. The woman smiled softly as she spoke to the men and laughed politely, before rejecting his offer of taking her out to see. It had been a few years since that moment that changed her life forever, waking up to her children slaughtered and running away, not believing it was real. After a couple of months, she had returned to find their bodies were given proper graves, and the house was abandoned by its appearance.

Tanjiro and Nezuko were the only two who did not have gravestones, so she hoped that maybe they were both still alive. She had taken some precious items before leaving to look for the truth about what happened that night. Kie had traveled further across the country than she ever believed she would have to, but she found no luck in searching for her children. She kept their family picture she took on her at all times.

Picking up her basket of animal hides and herbs, she started to walk down the street, which was not very crowded. Humming the lullaby she would always sing to them about the red eye rabbit, she froze when she heard something. Her heart fluttered, not sure if she was just hearing things, but it sounded like Tanjiro was calling for her. Her body stiffened as the woman feared turning around and seeing nothing, like countless times before. Kie inhaled deeply, feeling tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, before taking a few more steps forward.

[ofbeginning-a]

dibs!!! I know we haven’t interacted a whole lot because I’ve been busy with college, but I love seeing you on dash and interacting when I can 😁 excited to actually get some writing done soon because the way you write is truly inspiring <3

what if this is me...i cradle u so gently i hope that now that we're both free from school we can write more bc i love seeing u on the dash !!

[alchimetal]

@solxr-flare said : 30﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders .

alphonse is , as usual , lost in his own world. his little nose is deep in a book that they'd found in their father's study , one that should definitely be too difficult for him to understand. but it's not , not really , & science is fascinating to him , he wants to know everything he can about anything he can. the world around them is so vast , & alphonse can't wait to see it all.

he's so caught up in his quest for knowledge , though , that he doesn't notice his mother sneaking up behind him. even her laughter doesn't reach him , golden eyes fixed on the pages before him. it's only a few moments before she catches him , wrapping him up in a blanket with much laughter from both of them.

❛ mama !! put me down , i'm reading !! ❜

despite that , he laughs , snuggling into her arms as the book he'd been reading became far less important.

[alchimetal]

81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ style ]  their  hair . (some post canon from ed? :0 )

it's strange , alphonse thinks , to look in a mirror & see his own face looking back , rather than the suit of armor he'd grown used to. he looks just like his father , they both do , the same gold eyes & gold hair. but in his own face , alphonse can see pieces of their mother he'd never noticed , or perhaps hadn't looked for. his eyes are rounded like hers , & so is the shape of his face. his nose is like hers , too , & if he thinks hard enough , he can almost remember her smile in the back of his mind.

it's getting harder to recall what she looked like. it's bittersweet , & it tightens al's chest in a way that hurts , palm resting flat against his chest to soothe the ache. edward stands behind him , carefully combing through the tangled mess that was his hair. it'd gotten long while his body waited for him to return , to go home. not that a hospital room in central is really akin to home. but alphonse can hear the hum of the lights , feel the itch of hospital sheets against his skin , & can see everyone he loves with his own eyes. that's more than enough for him.

❛ careful , ed !! i'd rather not lose all my hair when i just got it back !! ❜

it's in jest , though the wince as the brush catches on a particularly bad knot is real. still , the younger elric takes it in stride , closing his eyes when the brush once again moves smoothly through his hair. he can kind of understand why his brother likes this so much ; alphonse thinks he could probably fall asleep like this. soon enough , the brush is replaced with ed's fingers , & it dawns on al that he has to decide what he wants to do with his hair. golden eyes settle on his reflection again , & alphonse thinks quietly for a moment.

❛ ... i think i'll worry more about a haircut once i'm out of the hospital. for now ... ❜

alphonse tilts his head back to look his brother in the eye , something that almost makes him laugh.

❛ ... can you braid it , like how you used to wear yours ?? ❜