#sutoraiiku

[kurainburdened]

@sutoraiiku

Guess who picked up drawing last month! Im still new to this so no one can criticize how badly I drew hands or Mayas clothes sjdjdndnd.

I wanted to draw zeni comforting maya for once cause it’s what she DESERVES

[boarknives]

book !!

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     It is late in the EVENING. 

     Inosuke is awake but SILENT — a rarity in itself. But it is not by choice; not even half an hour prior, he’d been loud and boisterous, moving all around — but Monitsu had  whisper-SCREAMED  and hit him with a weapon he’d never seen before.

     It had been more annoying than anything, and he’d been ready to fight the other RIGHT THEN AND THERE, but when his eyes had fallen upon Gonpachiro’s quiet, sleeping form at the end of his hysterical, gesticulating blond-haired travel companion’s pointed finger, with his purring demon sister cuddled into his side… he had chosen to be merciful of his underlings and their MUCH-NEEDED REST.

     Still, the boar-raised boy cannot succumb to sleep yet — and, shackled into tranquility ( ugh ) by the other awake teenager, there is little to do around. Already he’d gone hunting, had fetched a rabbit — but with the impending sunset, nowhere was safe for him anymore, nowhere past the SAFETY of the wisteria house in which they’d sought refuge.

     So there he is — sitting next to Zenbatsu, who is reading the not-so-weapon-it’s-actually-a-book he had hit him with earlier. The lightning breath user, who’d found offense in Inosuke’s comparison, had corrected him — and Inosuke had thought,                     ‘Ah —that’s what a book looks like.’ 

     He is fidgeting a bit, getting a light slap on his shoulder whenever he was starting to trash around too much for the other’s taste — but, really, there is only so much you can do while seated and immobile, isn’t there?

                                                    So he gets curious.

     “Hey, loser—” he starts, leaning into his companion’s personal space && IGNORING the complaints he gets. WIDE, GREEN EYES fall upon the characters inked into the pages, and when he presses his index against one that catches his attention, it is to ask a question;

                           ( not in his loud, prideful, usual tone —                                                                  but quietly, under his breath )

          “What does that one mean ?”

( ✉ ) ﹥ @sutoraiiku​ !​                      ⤷ ( ✘ )  NOT ACCEPTING !                                  IN WHICH INOSUKE DOESN’T TALK                                                              ( …for once )                                                               except this time, apparently

[litteriae]

                          tonight endless worries plaque tanjirou’s mind, writhe around in the deepest, darkest corners of his consciousness ( voices he’s deliberately ignored for so long ) with no signs of stopping. for once he is kept awake. even on that first, horrible night without his siblings nested comfortably around him he had slept, as disturbing as that may sound. it bothered him deeply, still does whenever the memory happens to pop back up. during times like these, he remembers the old remedies his beloved mother taught him to fall back asleep. walk around the room to tire yourself out, open up a window for some fresh air, and then when neither method worked he decides on sneaking outside. sometimes, all you needed was a change of scenery, a cool breeze hitting your skin. though, not every remedy cures your troubles. he knew that all too well. 

                          quietly tanjirou staggers through the hallway, his body considerably weakened from, well, everything it had gone through. despite not being in control, he vividly remembers the irreversible damage he had caused that day, the people he hurt, the people that were lost, never to come back. just looking back on that day makes his throat burn, causes the warm, metallic taste of copper on his tongue to return. somewhere along the way his own burden became everyone’s to bear ( he is an utter failure of a first son ) and they all paid the price. breathing in he thickly swallows, before opening the sliding door with unsteady hands. stumbling slightly forward, his nails dig into the door for support. then, for one fatal split second he mistakes them for claws, so vulgar, stained with human blood. the breath hitches violently in his throat, stays there and for a moment, genuinely, he forgets how to breathe. 

                          that is, until a familiar tuft of blond hair enters his frame of view. 

                          immediately the tension fades and his tired eyes soften. his lips tug into a weak smile as he makes his way over, taking a seat next to his good friend. he can’t help but wonder if he still reserves the right after all the trouble he had caused him. regardless, he pushes such troublesome thoughts aside and, while aware of the circumstances, asks a very selfish request. then as zenitsu nods, actually agreeing to his request, part of him feels like they’ve returned back to normal, a delusion which fills him with great joy.

                          ❝ i see --- looks like we had the same idea then. ❞ the boy replies, with a faint tinge of friendly amusement ( oh, such sweet, fleeting jubilance. ) before resting his weary head against his friend’s shoulder. ❝ and don’t worry, you didn’t wake me. ❞ slowly the view of the garden fades as he closes his weary eyes, both the calm aroma of flowers and zenitsu help his shoulders to lax, while his breathing gradually settles back to normal. yet, even now, he can’t help but wonder if this was okay --- if they were really alright. despite facing countless demons, both real and imaginary, he is too timid to ask. instead, he settles for another, hopefully harmless topic, one that had also been bugging him for quite some time. 

                            ❝ zenitsu ... a few weeks back --- do you remember? ❞ tanjirou opens his eyes, yet doesn’t make eye-contact, instead glancing down at the blond’s bandaged wrist. ❝ you weren’t yourself. actually you were very upset, more than i had ever seen. ❞ he takes a careful pause, gently smooths a finger over white coils, before letting the back of his hand rest against his own, wanting to reassure him. ❝ i-i know it was practically forever ago, and maybe i’m overthinking it but --- i hope you were able to do what you had to. ❞

@sutoraiiku​​ ( continued because i’m a sadist. )

[destinychose-a1]

★ MY TURN// @ SABITO

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐀  ‘ ★ ’  𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 !    /    𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 !

@sutoraiiku

I like you  /  I hate you  /  I dislike you  /  I love you  /  You are family  /  I would take a bullet for you  /  I would shoot you  /  I would lie to your face  /  I would say something cruel to you on purpose  /  I would say something cruel to you accidentally  /  I would cheat on you  /  I would physically hurt you  /  You annoy me  /  You amuse me  /  I’d laugh at you  /  I’d laugh with you  /  I’d manipulate you  /  You scare me  /  You confuse me  /  I wish I knew you better  /  I trust you  /  I don’t trust you  /  You inspire me  /  I consider you an equal  /  You are beneath me  /  You’re better than me  /  I would trust you with my life  /  I think you’re mean  /  I think you’re petty  /  I think you’re childish  /  I think you’re smart  /  I think you’re stupid  /  I think you’re a bad person  /  I think you’re a good person  /  I’m not sure what kind of person you are  /  I wish you would listen to me  /  I want to make you proud  /  I wish you would notice me  /  I want to impress you  /  I would hurt other people for you  /  I’m not sure how to make you happy  /  I’m a bad influence on you  /  You deserve better than me  /  We make a great team  /  I’d have a one night stand with you  /  I’d have a relationship with you  /  I would marry you  /  I fantasize about our life together  /  I would trust you with my most treasured belonging  /  I would tell you my darkest secrets  /  You disgust me  /  You intimidate me  /  I hope I intimidate you  /  I’d hug you  /  I’d let you hug me  /  I’m scared of losing you  /  I don’t think you like me  /  I want to be better for you  /  I respect you  /  I don’t respect you  /  You’re my mentor  /  You’re my friend  /  You’re my best friend  /  I have a crush on you  /  I could easily watch you die  /  I’d get drunk with you  /  I’d party with you  /  I’d comfort you  /  I’d prank you  /  I’d spike your drink  /  I’d act behind your back  /  I’d abandon you  /  I’d hurt you to get what I want  /  I would choose my happiness over yours  /  I would choose your happiness over mine  /  I despise how much I care for you  /  I need you  /  I’m dependent on you  /  I don’t know what I’d do without you  /  I’m scared of you leaving me  /  I’d give my life for you  /  You frustrate me  /  I’d call for you in a time of need  /  I would protect you  /  I’d visit you in hospital  /  I’d carry you if you were hurt  /  I’d feel guilty if I hurt you  /  I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable  /  I’d ignore a phone call from you  /  I’d call you at 3am  /  I’d break you out of jail  /  I’d get angry at you  /  I would shout at you  /  You’re too loud  /  You’re too quiet  /  You’re too sensitive  /  You can’t take a joke  /  You embarrass me  /  I feel nothing for you  /  You’re reckless  /  You’re bossy  /  You bore me  /  I would ask your advice  /  I would blame you for something I did  /  I would cry in your arms  /  You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else

[thnderblade]

🎤 SAY MUZANS AN O'DRISCOLL IMMEDIATELY

VOICE MEME. accepting!

I CAN’T STAND YOU

[miststyle]

sutoraiiku replied to your post: The icon stays.

I M IN TEEEEEARS I WAS LIKE WHOTHEFU C IS THAT AJHSJAKSAJKSHASSND

its muichiro from kimetsu no yaiba ?

[huboaris]

"YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO BEAT ME IN.... VALENTINES....!? wait.. IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE A CONTEST!!!"

“HAHAHAAAA!! PEASANT! Bow before me and my mighty stack of offerings!”

[noctstate-a]

zenitsu  ╱╱  @sutoraiiku.

❝  i came to apologize.  ❞   and that’s all he says to zenitsu.   no indication of what he’s even  apologizing  for   (  though  maybe  for when he punched him for trying to help with sanemi  ) ,   or the actual words of   ‘ i’m sorry ’  being said.   arms crossed  ,   he waits for the other to  accept.