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also i love how among the three, zen’s shown to be the most socially adept at social advancement and then like, he’s pretty good at general realisation and analysation of the situation on-the-spot but then he....... shares one brain cell with his three other friends and thats that
am i a fool or just a coward
an observation: zenitsu on social media.
instagram. a sucker for attention, zenitsu isn’t shy in following nearly everybody he could get his hands on. with as much tenacity to keep up with latest trends and hottest topics, the follow-backs he receives soon after aren’t that disappointing. despite the shallow start however, zenitsu begins posting lively and interesting images as well as videos of his training as demon slayer. due to the lack of exposure on the specific militant corporation before, the public became interested.
though instead of any serious or triggering content, zenitsu focuses more on the hard work yet honest effort of the slayers, often featuring his close friends, tanjiro, inosuke and nezuko, committing on acts of parkour, dares, and sometimes, even educational explanation behind any particular activity. soon, zenitsu also starts showing incredible talent in music. covers in both japanese songs and english are well celebrated. zenitsu’s reign of popularity only steadily increases ever since.
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@breathbeast asked: ❛ Sorry ──── for kicking you & hitting you & hurting you even more than you already were when we first met . I was an awful person & I'm not asking forgiveness , I just wanna apologize . ❜
‘ ah ’
mouth opened wide, and, admit it: you didn’t see this coming. and he didn’t. habits of other people come easily for him from observation along with his abnormal hearing, that zenitsu can admit - and inosuke, this boar ... there were a lot of time things from him that wasn’t easily predictable. fitting, really, if the indications of his background from when they would converse implied that he’d lived most of his life in the wild rather than in any japanese villages or town. but he, too, zenitsu sees after a while, has some habits that’s very recognisable. for instant, zenitsu can recognise the way inosuke’s stomach growls or is pleased with any food instantly. he can also detect easily of the other’s increasing heartbeat that must’ve been caused by adrenaline and tension piling up from inosuke’s simple stance ... which, really, categorises to most of the time.
which is why, even without any visual aid to the boar-mask, the quick inhalation by the wildest demon slayer member tells zenitsu immediately that inosuke wants to speak. probably suggesting some dumb insane battle or asking some dumb insane question that’ll just in return get zenitsu’s blood pressure to rise up and— but no. no. he’s wrong. what comes out instead aren’t any of those two, at all. the veins that are comically sticking out of his skin disappears, and zenitsu sits back down in seiza to blink back - once, twice - at his friend before, finally, he hears his own breath forms into a voice—
‘ oh. ’
he’d forgotten about it actually. well, no. there’s the thing about living off with wanting attention: zenitsu has learned early in his life that a parentless boy like he is don’t always go around picking good memories. there are no proper parents to welcome him back home, no loving siblings to encourage him when he falls. there are hardships though, a lot of them: unkind men, deceitful women, bullying children. and zenitsu, he - he doesn’t forget. so, no. he didn’t forget, necessarily; just had chosen to not remember it much. tanjiro had forced inosuke to apologise a long time ago, back when they were healing under hisa-san’s home, and the boar didn’t want to. he wasn’t the first to beat zenitsu and didn’t apologise. when that matter had settled, zenitsu thought that that was it. it was normal, anyway. and now ...
a smile. nervous. this isn’t like inosuke. zenitsu wonders if tanjiro had spoken to him about it once more, or maybe something happened that prompt him to open up a wound that’s left to scab. either way, it - it’s strange. not unwelcome, though. just strange. maybe this is what having true friends are like, he thinks amidst all of the other thousand running thoughts. what would jii-chan said if he were, i wonder? would he be proud i’d made them? friends? finally? would he have liked inosuke? ... maybe not so quickly, no ( another smile; more genuine ) but he’ll learn to, like i did.
‘ don’t worry about it. it’s forgiven. ’
zenitsu’s own heartbeat is calm, steady: honest. maybe he’ll never be as kind as tanjiro has always been. zenitsu is the orphan boy nearly everybody discarded and used - even as a demon slayer, he’s hanging desperately on a thread with the form he learned, and the other one he created - but that doesn’t mean he can’t try. still, he hopes inosuke could see it anyway: the way he’s meaning every word said.
‘ you’re ... really the first person to ever properly apologise to me after they’ve hurt me so i - i don’t really know what to do. b - but thank you, inosuke. that - aha, ’ and if there were a bit of tears around the lashes of his eyes, then so be it. ‘ that means a lot. ’
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@fukenzena asked: zenitsu... let’s fight. you and me. a friendly spar.
‘ eh - heh. ’
he’s blushing. cheeks flamed right up to his ears at the attention, while a hand - roughened with extensive training ( the only few things left now of jii-chan ) - scratches at the back of his head in an embarrassed sort of gesture. zenitsu knows he is what’s left to embody the power of lightning and thunder, but like this, it’s easy to feel instead like he’s a flower preening at even the slight ray of sun the clouds wanted to give. that is, if a flower also comes with two legs that are trembling badly.
( one part of his brain goes : YOU’RE LUCKY !!!! YOU’RE SO LUCKY !!!!! A BEAUTIFUL GIRL IS ASKING TO FIGHT WITH YOU !!!!!!! THAT’S AN ACTUAL FEMALE SPECIES WHO IS SPEAKING AND WANTING TO ENGAGE IN AN ACTIVITY THAT REQUIRES A LOT OF PHYSICAL CONTACTS !!!!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHH— while another part goes: get out. get out of here right now. there is no way in absolute hell YOU WILL SURVIVE ANY SORT OF FIGHT WITH A DEMON !!!!! THIS IS SCARY, SCARY, SO SCARY !!!!!! YOU DON’T WANT TO DIEEEEEEE— )
‘ o-o-oh, yukako-chan, eh-he -heh. if you insist. ’
the blush is still present, but, as if it wasn’t bad before, his two pair of legs tremble some more.
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also i know im not around today but: my boy on pinterest.
*drowns myself in romanticized idealizations*
I’ve finally finished this Kimetsu no Yaiba piece I started! This anime is by far my favorite anime this season! I haven’t been so captivated by a style and characters for awhile! There is no character I don’t like. n__n
Inside this box is something I’m not letting you touch!
also can we appreciate how the protagonists of the series (tanjiro+nezuko, inosuke, zen) have absolutely different backgrounds and how those backgrounds are all affecting them differently especially with how they approach society cause
“Tanjirou… I protected it. Because you said… this was more important to you… than your life.”
You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.
Nikita Gill, “Shooting Stars and Comets” (via thequotejournals)
also can we appreciate how, upon Death itself, when a demon was cackling and monologuing, zenitsu straight up went “SHUT UP SHUT UP” and insulted the demon saying how he has no friends and no wives and wouldnt understand
the complete look of emptiness in zen’s eyes when he went against kaigaku and how he was Ready To Die(tm) fighting him rlly broke my heart
‘ t - t - tanjiro ... !! ’ it’s not his first time, no, that he’s woken up like this : bewildered, world blurred around the edges, but the sound there sharp, sometimes menacing; blades swinging into the wind, and a growl or a hiss of pain followed. sometimes, rarely, it’s just the quietness of a post-battle's aftermath that greets him. then, there’s the sound of laboured breathing, a whined pain, and almost every time, somebody crying somewhere. ( i know, he’d wanted to say, wanted to sob along: they’re scary, aren’t they? the demons? scaaaryyyyyy!!!!!! please, somebody, save me !!! —- but almost every time, on the ground like this, none of his mouth or voice works the way he wants. )
either way, no matter the circumstances, one thing seems to remain the same each time this happens : the sound of his own body scares him the most ! the bones that he’ll hear aren’t working together, and the blood that works quickly to patch over all of the tearing skin, sometimes his organs being caught, too, in the mess of being wounded. aaaaaaahhhh, what scary sound ! it’s amazing, really, one would say, how zenitsu quickly manages to recover from his shock at the familiar sight of tanjiro’s red, brilliant mark, his body following to react with the trembling and tears. please, he reaches out, ignoring the way his arm stings and how his blade is smattered with blood, protect me, tanjiro !!!
‘ wh - what — ’ a heavy snot being pulled back into his nostrils at his inhalation. crap. he breathed wrong. now it hurts more!!!!!! ‘ — what happened, tanjiroooo, what h - happened !!!! when i woke up, i’ve got bruised and broken ribs, and my left leg is bleeding !!! a terrible wound, tanjiro ! am i going to die, am i, tanjiroooooo, don’t let me diiiieeeeeee ... ’
@coalgod / starter call.
‘ YOU IDIOT !!!!! stop moving so aggressively already, you boar-headed moron ! you’ve got two broken ribs, fractured ankle and wrists, and one of your organs are going to shut down from the damage you took, and you’re still trying to fight ?! stupid wild pig ! stupid, stupid, stupid ! do you want to die, is that it ? do you want to die from internal bleeding ?! ahhh, i can’t take this, i can’t, i can’t— ’ and yet, zenitsu’s hold on the other has never once let up. he could, of course. he’s thought of it.
( he could probably bet a few coins that inosuke would somehow leap and run around like no battle wounds have ever touched him in the first place, anyway. that’s the kind of monsters he’s friends with now, he guess. ) but he doesn’t. ( he thought of it again: and the idea of inosuke damaging himself any further, and him hearing those sound worsening? .... yeah, maybe not a good idea, after all. ) plus, tanjiro would probably be mad at him if he ever brought inosuke back injured——- and the sound of disappointment is definitely worse than any physical sound of bones breaking ! even thinking about it causes him to shiver ...
( plus - he, himself, might just ... tolerate this pig. like him. is fond of. you know - all those positive words you attach to someone you don’t immediately want to feel like you’d like to punch them. he and inosuke: they trained, fought, bled together before. that means something. ) a sigh. teeth gritted together. just a few more steps to go. ‘ —- ... come on, inosuke. hisa-san’s place is nearby. if you behave, she might cook you tempura. ’
@breathbeast / starter call.
#same energy
