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[gunbreathe-a]

@tanabota gets some GOOD FEELS GDI

eat something, make sure you sleep to keep your strength up. he heard those words more times than he could count during the time he was at the butterfly mansion. he could only bring himself to eat at least once a day, two if he was lucky that his stomach could hold it down with the anxiety eating away at him with his brother still being in a coma.

it had all happened so quickly, he could still feel the sharp pain of kokushibo's sword cutting into him. he might not have the scars from the battle, but the phantom pain still lingered from time to time. if it hadn't been for his quick thinking at the time of the highest ranking demons death, he would have been gone from this world just like the rest of the fallen comrades.

he found himself back in one piece when the sun had risen, and his first thought was to find his brother. but when he got to the site where the final battle took place, it seemed most of the injured and dead were already carted away, and knowing the place they would go, he made a trek to the mansion.

it was there that he was greeted with a plethora of chaos and cheers. the chaos came in the form of many people rushing around to make sure that everyone was being taken care of who had severe injuries, and cheers from the feat of taking muzan and the other demons down. genya didn't know where to even start looking for sanemi in this place.

but hearing that he was still alive but in critical condition--his eyes filled with tears, he was alive and that's all that mattered to genya. there was still hope that he would make it, and that's what he was going to keep in his heart.

a month had gone by and still his brother didn't stir from his slumber. and genya found himself in the mess hall, picking at some rice that he had been given, not finding the need to actually eat any of it.

he just wanted his brother to wake up.

[hanabashira]

My muse kisses your muse like it’s the last time they’ll ever get the chance.

Kanae freezes for the briefest moment when he pulls her into the kiss, surprised by the intensity behind it. It isn’t like the others — there’s a weight to it, something urgent and almost desperate that makes her chest tighten.

But she doesn’t pull away.

Instead, her hands rise slowly to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric there as she leans into him, returning the kiss with a softness that contrasts the urgency in his. Where his feels like a storm, hers is steady… grounding.

When she finally draws back for air, she doesn’t move far. Their foreheads rest together, her breath warm against his lips.

“Sanemi…” she whispers, her voice gentle but searching. One of her hands lifts to his face, thumb brushing lightly across the scars on his cheek as if reassuring herself he’s really there.

“You’re kissing me like you’re saying goodbye,” she murmurs softly. Her eyes meet his then, filled with quiet concern but also unwavering affection.

“I’m going to be here,” she adds, her voice warm and steady. “You don’t have to hold on like it’s the last time.” Her fingers slide into his hair, guiding him closer again — but this time the kiss she gives him is slower, calmer, meant to soothe rather than overwhelm.

“Not yet,” she breathes softly against his lips.

[choyume]

ʚïɞ      . . .      continued  from  here  with  @tanabota  !

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏  𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐀  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓  𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐈𝐍  𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐍  𝐁𝐘  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐍  𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄;  a  fleeting  state  of  serenity  that  contrasted  the  reality  of  their  waking  lives,  so  long  as  it  wasn’t  tainted  by  the  cruelty  and  bloodshed  that  had  shaped  their  paths.  Images  painted  in  memory  and  grief  were  treacherous  accomplices  to  the  nightmares  that  waited  with  tireless  patience;  a  cruel  inevitability  she  would  rather  avoid,  were  it  not  necessary  for  the  preservation  of  the  body. 

Surprise  flickered  across  her  serene  features  when  a  familiar  voice  cut  through  the  tranquil  stillness  of  the  night     —     eyes  of  violet  lifted  when  Sanemi  matched  her  pace,  an  unexpected  companion  at  such hour.  ❝   Shinazugawa-san,   ❞  Shinobu  greeted  softly,  as  though  unwilling  to  disturb  the  night’s  quiet  breath.  

❝   Ah…  don’t  mind  me.  A  bit  of  sleeplessness  on  my  part  is  hardly  noteworthy.   ❞  Even  in  fatigue,  her  steps  remained  graceful  as  she  returned  her  attention  to  the  moonlit  path  ahead.  ❝   If  your  mind  refuses  to  quiet,  I  could  prepare  something  mild.  A  remedy  to  help  ease  whatever  keeps  your  thoughts  so  restless.   ❞  

[whirling-fangs]

@tanabota || [x]

Muzan was dead. All demons are dead. And Ubuyashiki-sama disbanded the demon slayer corps. Sanemi looked around the Wind Estate, the silence was strong. He'd given Kaburamaru to the care and safety of Kanao. Now, there was nothing left to do, so many important deaths happened. However, he was surprised when he heard a loud ruckus in his yard. Blinking, he got up with a bit of pain, a hand to his stomach. Once he's on his feet, he walks out of his room and down the hall to get to the door to his yard. Surprise fills him when he sees it was his tsuguko, seeming to be getting the yard ready for training... "The Demon Slayers Corps. is disbanded, Hashibira. There's no more training." The line of questions, almost lost or disappointed, he sighs softly. He understands this feeling Inosuke is having, for he also had the same trouble. He was a weapon for the Ubuyashiki family to wield.

"There's no other reason to train, when Muzan died, all demons were eradicated."

Inosuke's steps had guided him on instinct alone. He wasn't sure why he'd headed this way, why he'd gathered his broken swords from the corner where they'd been left to rust. Why he'd snuck out like a thief, like he was doing something stupid and delusional.

Demons might be gone, but who was to say they wouldn't return? Weren't there other threats they might face?

All of the struggle, the training, the fighting... it wasn't all for naught.

Right?

"So what?! That doesn't mean we should sit on our asses all day and let our muscles go away! I didn't train all these days and fight all these nights just to... to chop down some wood and sell it to random losers!"

The peaceful days that everyone fought for were never part of Inosuke's life. When his comrades all sought a return to normalcy, Inosuke was left with no bearings. His restless energy had nowhere to go.

Nowhere felt like home anymore.

"... you still have some sticks somewhere 'round here, right? So let's fight. I don't give a shit about some disbanding or whatever. I'm still a Demon Slayer, and I can still kick your ass!"

[7thfcrm]

@tanabota

Sanemi vc: Stop yelling in the halls.

       sorry sanemi, he doesn't even know you're there, because he has to let the world know!!!!!

[gunbreathe]

@tanabota liked for a starter!

       he would look over at his brother who was hellbent on getting him out of bed for the day but he would turn his body, covering up his head to block the light of the sun's rays filtering through the room.

              "don't wanna get up today.."

[ofamess]

@tanabota

"Hey, hey, hey! Guess what! "

[moonswisteria]

@tanabota sent:

Sanemi arrives to where Senjuro is; even if the his promise was to Kanroji alone. But, since he heard Sanemi and proceeded to curse, he may as well keep the prize. "Since you said I influenced you, I will also give this prize to you. Whatever you want to eat." Waving the boy over, he takes him out to the village to get a proper meal.

He fidgets on his feet when he sees the Wind Hashira's approach, he usually tried to keep out of the focus of the other hashira. The boy perked up at the promise of food, however, a smile spreading on his face. "Thank you, Shinazugawa-san. Can we go to get ochazuke? And can I eat as much as I want?"