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[tanabota-moved]

“*runs into at full speed*” (sorry i had to)

silent / action starters

Sanemi was walking off his frustrations for the day, coming back from killing off a demon hoard that was terrorizing a bunch of villages. Thankfully no casualties once he showed up, but it doesn't stop his anger at this world they were in. He wants so bad to have Muzan's head in a trophy case.

What he doesn't expect is someone to have the bravery and gall to do what Inosuke is doing. Whether it was on purpose or accident, doesn't matter. Sanemi was able to brace his feet and stiffen his muscle in his upper body.

With quick precision, and instinct, he grabs the boy's arm before he fell back and twists at the hips to throw him over his shoulder. Knee pressed down on the other's chest, sword at the ready, just in case it was a demon that somehow got into the Corps.

But he didn't swipe when he saw blank eyes staring at him. Boar head?

"Watch where the hell you're running to. Had I been in a worse mood, your head would have flown right off your shoulders, brat." Though, Sanemi figures now that he sees it's a demon slayer, he spoke some advice, lowkey impressed with the speed and bravery. "You want to take someone out, lower your shoulder so it hits most of the other person to knock them down." @whirling-fangs

[7thfcrm]

@whirling-fangs plotted starter!

he could still remember the pain he went through, he could still remember seeing all those eyes glaring down at him when he was pierced through the neck. the blood flowed into his veins with screams of protest that fell on deaf ears. zenitsu never wanted this, he felt his cells in his body rip apart and be put back together for what he thought was an eternity(though it was a week of agonizing pain).

at the end of it all he found himself in a rundown cabin, starving and unsure where in the world he even was when he opened his eyes. his pupils would still be of golden hue, but there was a deepened red color where his eyes use to be white. he could feel the sharpened canines with his tongue as his clawed hands came to touch his lightning scarred face.

he could hear the world around the cabin, thankful that his sense of sound hadn't been tampered with while in this transformation. in fact it had been amplified as he heard the sound of ants skittering by the cabin--or were they even that close to him? he wasn't sure, but what he could hear was the sound of feet coming straight towards where he was. was it a demon slayer or was it a demon here to collect him to take him back to wherever they were hiding out?

he could see out the window, it was getting close to daybreak, the slight rays of the sun pilfered through the curtains that he had put up to make sure that he didn't get burnt in the light.

so, when the door started to crack open, he heard the breathing of the other--knowing exactly who it was before his eyes could tell him.

"INOSUKE, STOP RIGHT THERE! DON'T OPEN THE DOOR! LEAVE ME ALONE!" he was already cowering away from the other, tears falling down from his face. he didn't have anything to shield him from the sunlight or inosuke if he came here to behead him. "I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING! I HAVEN'T EATEN ANYONE, I SWEAR! PLEASE! DON'T KILL ME!" the hunger inside of him still lingered, but he would turn his head from the scent of blood on inosuke, begging himself not to do something he would regret.

[demcnsden]

Starter @whirling-fangs

Sekido was leaning against one of the concrete pillars waiting for Inosuke to arrive knowing that the brat was on his way here. It was an abandoned warehouse that Karaku and Urogi came to hang out bringing the teenager a couple times when shooting off fireworks or other stuff. Inhaling the cigarette deeply, Aizetsu had texted his eldest brother explaining the situation that the kid thought he would make money like Karaku and Urogi. Grunting before closing his eyes, he was going to show the reality to their line of work as he was still young, but if he continued down the path he needed to learn there was no turning back. Pulling out his phone, the male was making arrangements with a friend that owed him a favor in the fighting ring at the gambling den. Hearing the window slide open, he placed his away before speaking out loud which echoed. “Hey you little shit, get your ass over here now.”

His voice left no room for question as he dropped what was left of his cigarette on the ground stomping it out with his leather boot. Luckily, he told Aizetsu he would handle it so his brother’s girlfriend could at least stop crying hearing that her precious little boy was with his uncles to blow off some steam. Walking towards the center of the room, he glared as his crimson eyes narrowed before reaching out grabbing the teenager by the scruff of his shirt dragging him towards the door. “Think you're some hot shit, well then come on tough guy. I’m taking you to a fighting ring then.”

[cursedfortune]

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"Cease your squirming, boar boy." The witch mused, though she playfully sounded exasperated. A damp cloth in hand, she cleaned his injury. It was small, but even a minor cut could fell a king.

"Lest you wish it to become infected, hm? Then how will you protect your territory?" She questioned, hoping to have him see reason.

[fedua1era]

Stinky boarchild gets a bath @whirling-fangs

The young miko was traveling with her sister in the mountains when they stumbled across a younger, filthy human child. He was around the age of ten or eleven, covered in layers of grime and various other stuff, she did not even know. Kaede was easily a few years younger than him and screamed when she saw the stranger, while she had been gathering berries for them to snack on. Kikyo spent hours tracking and chasing after the boy before she finally got him tied up. Dragging him to the stream as the sun was still in the sky, even though it was low, she started to use the soap they had on hand to scrub him.

Like a feral creature, he was struggling, but the teenager was forcing her younger sister to help. The smell of the child made her gag as Kaede was crying, complaining about the scent. Kikyo was scrubbing his skin raw to get everything off, which turned the water brown from all the muck he had on his body. The female was covered in bruises and bite marks from Inosuke fighting back throughout the hours before she captured him to give him a bath.

"Kaede, get some special berries and the other bar of soap." Maybe if she fed him the special berries, which had medicine mixed in to help people relax, it would work. Kikyo grunted with pain as she felt something slam into her face, causing her nose to bleed a little bit. The teenager hissed before readjusting her grip in the male's body, trying to hold him in place to finish scrubbing his arms. "Hold still, we are just trying to help."

[hanabashira]

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Kanae did not rush him.

She rose to her feet with unhurried grace, the hem of her sleeves settling as though the moment were no more dangerous than a pleasant afternoon breeze. Her smile lingered—gentle, warm—yet there was something quietly sharp behind it now, something that made the air feel thinner.

“Oh my, oh my..” she hummed softly, eyes flicking to the wooden swords in his hands. “King of the Mountain already? How ambitious.” Her gaze lifted back to his face, amusement dancing there. “I hope you don’t mind if I test how sturdy that crown really is.”

She stepped into position at last, movements smooth and economical, her sword held loosely—almost lazily—at her side. She studied him openly, not unkindly, noting the stiffness in his stance, the way his feet betrayed impatience.

“You’re glaring so hard,” Kanae added, head tilting just slightly, “I was beginning to worry you might try to scare me instead of striking.”

The smile softened, but her eyes sharpened—unmistakably that of a Hashira who had faced death more times than she could count. “If you wish to challenge me, then come,” she said gently. “I promise I’ll go easy… at least until you stop leaving yourself so open.”

A small, encouraging nod. “Don’t worry, Inosuke-kun. I’ll catch you before you fall.”

[starshinc--a]

@whirling-fangs asked; Bedside for Tanjiro!

Burgundy eyes fluttered open slowly as several scents hit him all at once. He couldn't quite remember what happened; but Tanjiro's nose soon filled with familiar scents of the Butterfly Mansion. Medical supplies, fresh linen and....Inosuke?

Blinking heavily, eyes half open, he rolled his head to the left to find the other sitting there. He's unable to read his expression but his scent is...off. "Inosuke?" he croaked, the medicine in his system making things a bit blurry at the edges, temptation to go back to sleep growing. "What happened? How long have-" how long has he been out? How long has the other been sitting there?

[aoithebluenurse]

Our babies are always with me thanks to my husband @whirling-fangs 🥺 all the way from Japan to where they live to Serbia where i am! Babies were on a LONG adventure! ❤️