undress . alright...! decided to remake this blog &. move daki to her own blog. you can all follow me @umerot. feel free to unfollow here, because this is now officially an archive.
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undress . alright...! decided to remake this blog &. move daki to her own blog. you can all follow me @umerot. feel free to unfollow here, because this is now officially an archive.
undress . thinking of remaking and moving daki onto her own blog. hmm.
undress . anyway...! short hc that for her modern / human verses, daki ume is decked out in ear piercings, has a tongue ring &. a belly button piercing.
im beautiful im delicious i literally cannot die i want 200 dollars
Helter Skelter / ヘルタースケルター (2012), dir. Mika Ninagawa
undress . actually considering making a bleach verse for daki though. like, how sexy would it be if she was an arrancar with a hole on her belly. heartless as she is ravenous with a hunger impossible to satiate
MESSAGE. [ bleed ] oops-- @uppertwo
HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT! ( closed )
[ bleed ] your muse making mine bleed.
OH --- ? Looking down at her hands, her skin was marred red. &. She was shaking ... Daki, the fearsome Upper Moon, was actually shaking. She wanted to scream ; but, her pride stopped her from even bellowing out a pained gasp.
So the proverbial knife that made a permanent home behind her back finally became a palpable reality --- no longer a cheap metaphor, but a literal, sharp knife lodged neatly through her skin, nearly scrapping past her lungs. With dangerous precision, too! Someone must have really liked her enough to hit such a vital spot. There were six viable options on who the culprit could possibly be, but there was only one monster she could think of that was audacious enough to pull through.
At that realization, she grinned, a toothy smile baring sharp canines, “I always knew it would be you to pull such a cheap trick-,” she was forced to pause by an intense cough that caused blood to seep out of her mouth, dripping down from her cherry red lips to her chin. Even with her insane regenerative abilities, speaking with such a deep wound was strenuous ; she actually felt that sharp pang in her chest as air struggled to reach her lungs, to flow through her bloodstream to heal. It truly felt like she was gasping for dear life, merely surviving on a tightrope between life &. death. But still ...
“Ha. Ha ha ha. Douma... you cheap... ugly motherfucker.”
She could only laugh in the face of tragedy. Or, at least, in this short-lived defeat. It was going to take more than a flesh wound to kill a demon.
undress . so who’s gonna take one for the team and absolutely love &. adore daki with their entire being ( without getting anything in return ) ??
offers a cookie
“THANK YOU. I always appreciate the kindness of strangers,” receiving the offer in stride, Daki returned the nice gesture with a gentle smile. Pretty. Sweet. Saccharine. A mask appealing to the eyes yet dripping with contempt --- both hypnotizing &. unsettling.
Outside of their line of vision were her hands placed behind her back, crushing the cookie within the tight grasp of her fist as it crumbled.
MESSAGE. [ deck ] your muse decking mine in the face. ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ @solivcgant
HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT! ( closed )
MEN HAVE A STRANGE WAY of displaying their affection. No ... Matter of fact, Daki would say it was absolutely disgusting. In spite of her profession ( hell, perhaps because of it ), she does not take the adoration from men too kindly, let alone from the persistent kind. &. This particular man is exactly the type of guy she despises. So confident &. so self-assured he was going to win the prize ; it made her sick!
“Beat it, creep! Stop undressing me with your eyes!!”
The last bit was a total lie --- the man kept their conversation at a respectable distance, making sure to look directly at her eyes without letting his gaze wander in a lecherous fashion ; but, it was a lie that would serve as her defense when it came down to the unsightly thing she was about to do next: in one swift motion, her fist made contact with his face. Hard. Holding back her demon strength to not kill him on the spot ( though, the idea was tempting ), but with enough force to bruise --- she knocked him off his seat completely as he landed on the ground with a loud thud.
All eyes were now on them at the small bar ; several gasps crescendoed with the patrons’ undivided attention on the two before settling down to quiet murmurs, pointing at the unlucky fellow that happened to meet the Oiran`s ire. ‘But could you blame her?’ An onlooker would say. From the outside looking in, it was his fault he got punched in the first place. She was acting on self defense... right? Otherwise, why else would such a respectable courtesan resort to doing something so crass &. vulgar --- unbecoming of someone of her high status? ‘He should have never approached Warabihime. It`s pure arrogance!’
That conjecture is not entirely off-base --- it was arrogant of Eiji to even be near Daki`s presence, especially with his uniform on. She does not take the adoration from men too kindly, let alone from demon slayers.
𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙰𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙺 𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝚈 𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙴 .
ind. priv. sel. MUZAN KIBUTSUJI of demon slayer, as controlled by KAE. ( personal blogs, do not reblog ! )
“I love her ferociously, and am frequently irritated by her.”
— Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye
sleep . just wanted to drop in to say that i'm still alive, and this blog is not dead uvu