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@withinstarrynightskies
âNobody ever knows what lurks in the night⊠whether itâs monsters that feast on children or creatures that give blessings to others⊠it all remains a mystery.â
An independent, selective roleplay blog focusing on muses from Demon Slayer. Bleach multimuse @boquetofblades belongs to me. Death The Kid blog @twogunsandoneboy belongs to me.
On an indefinite hiatus due to life.
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checks my watch oh. Oh dear. Itâs been⊠awhile, since Iâve posted.
Uhm, okay, long story short: Iâm going on hiatus. Explanation down below:
Mm?
Seeing the other demon come down, Nezuoko questioningly hums, head tilting to the side and eyebrows furrowing.
That⊠was not what she wanted, but perhaps the close proximity will help her understand the other better.
So, they patiently wait for him to come down.
Zio did take his time to climb down in a very careful manner, not wanting to fall like it did happen a couple of times before. Once landed on the ground, he dusted himself off before approaching the other demon.
For a meme moment, the lesser demon was just looking at her, not sure what to say before he took one of the apples from his basket, offering it to her.
"Y-You want o-one, or a m-mango? Z-Zio doesn't mind t-to s-share..." Normally Zio was shy to talk with strangers, but this time, he felt like a sense of familiarity from her.
Faced with the fruit- a bright, orange thing with a leaf on top- Nezuko tilts their head.
They don't... recognize it. Then again, he doesn't recognize a lot of things. Her mind doesn't allow her to, already busy with chanting the same things over.
What... is...
Pink eyes drag up, then back down.
Is he...?
As a response, they shake their head, a short hum coming through the bamboo.
He chuckles to himself as he watches the caretaker of crows collapse before him, the inscription on his forehead standing out like a beacon in the snowstorm. The poor little thing was just in need of a guiding hand, wasn't he? Someone to save him from his own misery and despair. And who better to do that than him, the embodiment of salvation? He reaches out, his own hand, unblemished and warm, a stark contrast to the frostbitten claws of the human.
"Ah, you're such a pitiful creature." He says, his voice filled with false warmth. "But fear not, for I am here to help you find your way." His eyes gleam with something that could be mistaken for kindness, if one wasn't aware of the true nature lurking beneath. The warmth of the temple seeps out from behind him, a siren's call to the frozen soul lying at his feet.
This poor little thing. His body is too cold to move, too tired to protest. He could only watch as the figure leaned closer, a twisted smile playing on his lips.
Doma's hand closes around Masaharu's, the warmth seeping into his frozen limb like a fiery embrace. He feels himself being hoisted up, the cold ground disappearing beneath him as he's drawn closer to the warmth of the temple. The man's grip is firm, unyielding, a stark contrast to the gentle tone of his voice.
Danger, his mind whispers, don't fall for his ruse! He's dangerous!
Yet, that voice is drowned out in the snowstorm that is his mind, exhaustion making his thoughts slower than usual. Now, all he feels is a slight stir in his gut, too minimal to be noticeable.
Contact on his hand, a campfire's warmth, Masaharu cannot help but lean into it, as if trying to take as much as possible.
His teeth start to chatter. "Who-" His voice cracks. "What is this place?" His unoccupied hand moves to grab at the demon's; an embrace, or a protest, he doesn't know. "Where are you taking me? I need to-" He coughs, "I need to get back to my-"
My crows.
The feeling in his gut grows.
My crows-
Waiting for him back at home, they must be uncomfortable, or cold, or starving!
Masaharu can't have his crows starve! Not his crows.
"Let me go-"
@thehealerhairpin
Sobs.
Pathetic, loud sobs echoing across the small area; originating from Zenitsuâs mouth as they crouch down, clinging onto the only other person they can see in this place.
âI donât wanna do this- I donât wanna, I donât wanna!â He cries, snot dribbling out of his nose and off of his chin, staining the uniform adorned on him. âWhy do I gotta do this?!â
standing against danger - it was something Inoue have already been used to doing despite her young age and her being YOUNG in general - too young to fight - but it was never too young to protect those she loved and those she sees . . she learned the mindset from Kurosaki - kun . he have taught her well by not even saying much to her but she only watch him either from close distance or from afar - either way she have learned a few things .
hands pushing forward putting them into triangular shape with her focusing all of her senses and eyes upon her power that she felt like she almost stopped breathing .
" Santen Kes - "
her spells was cut short due to the other suddenly clinging onto her legs making her lose her focus and her stance as she hazily almost got pushed and her legs was being gripped together like a handcuff to a wrist as her panic takes over and her sweats runs all upon her face -
a look behind her and staring upon the man who snot was dripping out of his nose - he was a person - with some kind of power - ugh - that doesn't matter - all that matters right now is she MUST PROTECT HIM .
hand put upon the guy's head almost trying to calm him down from his panic and his yells and cries and - the snot - that's . . dripping and is probably getting on her cloths -
one hand use as she put it forward , hyperfocusing on the hollow before the both of them with her eyes slightly squinted .
" SANTEN KESSHUN ! "
a chant yelled out creating a big bright yellow triangle putting it between the hollow and the two fullbrings as she pushed his head closer to her legs to keep him close by and to make sure he wasn't hurt . as then she slightly bend down and loosen up her grip and starts patting him gently but softly , with a soft smile she spoke .
" please don't be scared ! I'm here to help you ! "
a warm tune of voice to help calm the person down - he was in so much panic - so scared - and that's okay ! seeing something like that ? and maybe for the first time ? it's totally fine and it's totally understandable ! she was like this . . and oh it makes her hurt just to remember just how SCARED she was of the hollow that she have saw which was her own brother -
ah - she understands him .
Light, so bright that the teenager can see it through her eyelids. The sensation stinging, like needles sticking themselves into his eyes, twisting and digging and not letting up.
It hurts!
A yelp comes in reaction, Zenitsu burying their face into the girl's legs.
He cries, "What is that light?! Is my time coming? Has god come for me?!" With the thought of death, her yelp turns into a scream. "No, please!" Chipped nails dig into fabric. "I don't wanna die, please don't let me die!"
Yet, as soon as that glare, it's gone. Instead, what replaces it is a gentle glow. The needles have turned into an eye mask, and now, the organs of sight are soothed, instead of disturbed. A sweet massage- no, a deluxe one, as if he paid for first class and is enjoying all of the benefits the position comes with.
Hesitantly, they open their eyes, and what meets them is... astonishing.
A triangle, sitting in front of the two of them. Orange-ish in color, providing a sort of... filter, to what's in front of them. It seems to be a barrier, protecting whoever is behind it.
Protection.
That's what it is.
Comforting, warm, something meant to keep others safe.
Pale eyes flick up to the other person. Zenitsu registering the other person's arms held up.
Did she...?
He sniffs. Sloppy and wet, it's a disgusting noise. If she were a little more self-conscious, she'd scream at the sound.
She did...!
Once again, they lose their composure.
"A goddess!" He sobs, "You're a goddess, aren't you?! Sent down here to protect me! A thing of heaven- oh, please protect me, please save me!"
Pathetic?
âYouâŠâ The fullbringer hisses, teeth gritting so hard against each other they could crack.
The pain is unbearable, now. It burns- Genyaâs never felt anything like this before, itâs horrible, awful-
Agonizing.
âIâm going to-!â
The guy runs off, leaving Genya alone.
With their severed hand and bleeding neck.
No compensation whatsoever.
Oh, Genyaâs furious, now.
âHEY!â They bark, soon giving chase to the one in white. âGET BACK HERE!â
it was a one word insult , he didn't expected for them to get oh so mad over it - yeah totally did not wanted them to get so mad and pisses - TOTALLY YEAH RIGHT CANG FUCKING DU .
they were going to say something but he did barely care about those words , he have - he must eliminate the hollow before it gets out of hand - and before others would take all the credit even though he was the one that spotted and heard it first
he keeps on running not caring into the fullbringer's words - why should he ? they were a mere human - well don't seems like fully human but most of the spiritual energy was human - so he'll just say they're full human . it's a shame they tried and fight and threaten someone like him .. they should count themselves lucky for he did not cut their whole neck in half completely killing them off .
well he would only do that if they pisses him off enough .. but it seems quite or almost impossible since he have always been a calm , cold , and stoic person - but the possibility of it is still there .
he looked over his shoulder - glancing to the fullbring before he turned his head back around and starts to speed up his feet - just wanting them to get away - it's a reckless and idiotic move to move in such a state - bleeding hand - bleeding neck - more idiotic when they yelled - the blood in them would flow until they die .. unless they got lucky and survive with those injuries somehow ..
his ass did not turn back and continue running - just more faster - he also said nothing , he do not have the care of a man to stop his steps and talk with them when they is a hollow nearby .
"Stop running away, you coward!"
Huffing and puffing, vision fading in and out, Genya uses all the energy they have to keep the man in sight, dragging their body across the entire town to do so.
As they do so, the low grumble of the hollow gets louder; a deep echo within their bones, now becoming audible to their ears.
The hollow, they realize, he's heading to the hollow.
Food!
Something to eat, something to fill them up, something to heal them.
Close up the gaping wound in their neck, reattach their severed hand; make them brand new, as if nothing happened in the first place.
"You think you can just- slice me, and get away with it?? Just like that?!" Their vocal cords are starting to hurt. "Should've finished the job instead, asshole! Who leaves somebody like a badly cut pizza? That's a poor job, if I've ever seen one!"
Eventually, they see the hollow- an ugly thing. Almost twice Genya's size, a disgusting mess of green liquid, bubbles running along its surface, a foul smell emanating from it, so bad that they have to cover their nose.
Hell yeah-
Familiar sensation running through their veins, the lightness in their head increasing, they pick their pace up. As they do so, blood spills out of their wounds, staining their clothes, some droplets landing in their mouth, but they could give less of a shit right now.
All they focus on right now, is the meal standing in front of them.
And so, they dig in.
Like a rabid animal, the fullbringer leaps onto the hollow, tearing into it, uncaring of the mess that it makes on their face. Hands digging into the thing, mouth scooping out some of its flesh-
Oh, this tastes disgusting!
Cut on their neck healing, liquid covering it and bubbles fizzing out from it; severed hand coming back on, the same liquid from the hollow being what connects them together.
Just like nothing happened.
Just like new.
He is not being clear at all!
Just what kind of bullshittery is this?! Either Zenitsu's hallucinating- or this guy did something-!
WHY IS HE UPSIDE DOWN?!
Oh, this guy is definitely fucking with Zenitsu!
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" They scream, aggressively pointing to the stranger. "This isn't normal- This isn't normal at all! I swear, you did something to me! Just what did you do?!
The man looked at the other blonde like he was the one who was⊠out of it. "âŽÉ„áŽs áŽs uoÉčÉŻÉl Êo ÉŻÇ' ÊÉ looÊ ÉčáŽÆÉ„Ê sáŽpÇ nd Êo ÉŻÇË I páŽpu, po ÉuÊÊÉ„áŽu, Êo ÊÉ Éu, ÉÉu ÊÉ ÊouÇ ,ÉÊ sÉÉčÇÉÉŻáŽu, poÊuÂż" He stuck a pinky in his ear trying to clear that⊠loud whining noise out. Shinji swore this kid just gave him some sort of damage to his eardrums thanks to that, "qÇÊÊÇÉč qÇ ÉqlÇ Êo dlÉÊ sÉx ÉÉÊÇÉč Éll,ÉÊ sÉÉčÇÉÉŻáŽu,Ë"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP?!"
Fear turning to anger, Zenitsu grits his teeth, bones grinding against each other.
She can feel a headache starting to form.
"Either stop talking, or tell me what you did to me! Did you drug me or something?! Some kind of- airborne shit?!"
uhm
sorry I haven't been actve chat
life hates me and i started clasases so
yeah
on another nnote, im 18 now
yaaaay
I'll try to be more active, but I;'m not too sure how life will play out
@withinstarrynightskies || cont.
Maybe Nezuko was optimistic when trying to teach Inosuke about Shogi; she wasnât thinking heâd be able to grasp the rules easily, no, but she was thinking there wouldnât be any eating of the pieces. Apparently, they had too high standards for him. However! More than anything, Nezuko is determined. He will make his classmate learn shogi. For the reason Inosuke wants to learn, sheâs not sure- but by the end of the day, she gonna make sure he knows the rules. Their expression turning into a calmer one, the younger person sighs. âThis-â Deciding heâll start with the easiest piece to comprehend, Nezuko picks up the king, showing it to Inosuke. âIs the King. Itâs the piece you donât want captured by the enemy; it can only move one step, but can do it in any direction.â
Inosuke made a mental note to refrain biting at any more pieces. He assumed that this sort of behavior might get him a one-way ticket out of the shogi hall his grandma attended, too.
"The King..." He repeated, with sudden great interest for the piece Nezuko presented him with. "Why can it only move one step? The King should be the strongest piece of all! It should be protecting its minions, not the other way 'round!"
His knowledge of royalty had been rather skewed by his self-appropriation of the "King" title. Inosuke sighed, and made sure to print the character drawn over the piece into his mind.
"There's more than one of those." He noticed, pointing to a pawn. "They've gotta be the weaker minions, right?"
To his question, Nezuko giggles; not to be mean, but rather, sheâs reminiscing on all the other times sheâs been asked that.
Teaching their younger siblings shoji, hearing them ask one after the other why the kingâs gotta be the weakest peace⊠Inosukeâs question remind them of that.
How nostalgic.
âWell,â she starts, âA king cannot exist without his subjects. If he does not have people to rule over, then he is just an average man. He does not learn how to fight, but how to rule, and with learning how to rule his subjects, he can fulfill all their needs and desires. In turn-â A finger is held up. âThe subjects, out of appreciation for their king, protect him, so he can continue to please them.â
Looking down at their friendâs finger, Nezuko nods. âYes,â is their answer. âThese are pawns. They can only move forward one square at a time. However, once it moves to the end of the other sideâŠâ as they speak, they slide one of the pawns over to Inosukeâs end of the board. âIt gets promoted.â They flip the piece over. âNow itâs a stronger minion, which means they can move one space in any direction.â They slide the pawn back to its original space. âDoes that make sense?â
Had this laughter come from anyone else, Inosuke might have interpreted it as mockery. He would have thrown himself at the unfortunate interlocutor, wooden pieces flying across the room, possibly shoved into the insensitive mouth that had dared laugh at him...
Coming from his dear friend, fortunately, he knew that the laughter carried no malice.
He listened with great interest, eyes widening slightly at their explanation. His finger traced over the lines of the "King" character, the gears of his mind almost audibly whirring as he assimilated the concepts.
"A king needs its subjects..." He repeated, his attention then going back to the pawns. "And the bravest minions get rewarded with more strength. That makes sense! It's like they trained reaaaally hard to reach the other end of the board, so of course they're stronger by the time they get there!"
He seemed content with the logic so far. A single King, an army of motivated minions.
"Then what about all the others? Are they higher ranking minions? Like generals and stuff?"
"Yes, yes! Now you're getting it!" Seeing Inosuke understand the function of the promoted pawn, pride pools in her chest; it warms up her heart, spreading to the rest of her body and enveloping her in the sweet sensation. It's a familiar feeling, but nontheless, it is an embraced feeling.
"The others, hm..." Nezuko picks up six pieces- a rook, a bishop, a gold general, a silver general, a knight, and a lance- placing them in front of Inosuke for him to read the names of each piece. "Well, you could say that. Each one has their own function. "The rook can go any direction, but in a straight line. The bishop does the same as the rook, but it can only move diagonally. The gold general can move one square in any direction, except for two." They point down two fingers on the bottom-left of the piece, and the bottom-right.
"Meanwhile, the silver general can move any direction, except for left and right, and also behind it. Now, the knight..." Nezuko hums.
How can I explain this...?
"Well, it can move any direction in two squares, but it also has to go a square to the left or right of the direction it moves. It's kinda like how the English letter 'L' works." Hopefully that made sense....
"Now, the Lance can only move forward, but it can move any amount of squared forward. Everything from the silver general to the pawn can be promoted."
@fallesto [x]
Pity?
"I didn't even know..." Trailing off, Zenitsu cannot help the words dying on his tongue, fading into the thunderstorm of his mind.
Nearby Kaigaku, the violent weather in her is normal- expected, even. The harsh words, biting comments coming their way, although true, hurts. It's a hurt that's become routine, a hurt that's been taken inside of himself.
Upon seeing her brother fall down, she pauses. "Hey-" Wanting to get up, to move over and reach out at an attempt to help him up, he does exactly that, moving over to Kaigaku's side of the bed and trying to help his brother up with his shrunken arms. Under the effort, he huffs and pants, not having the strength he used to.
Curse these limbs and curse the demon who made them like this! Curse them a thousand times over!
"Don't-" They grit out, "-kill yourself! If Kocho-san sees you out of bed, she's gonna kill you!"
A rage way beneath her heart, coming to the surface; the chaotic symphony of anger, directed to a singular person- how scary, how scary! Zenitsu'd rather not see it again.
What the-
The corpse disintegrating into smoke, blown away by the air engulfing it.
A Blood Demon Art?!
Of course this wouldn't be that easy- even if they'd shot the demon, the slayer managed to miss the neck; so either way, she'd still be alive.
Where is she now-
Right behind.
Hands on their shoulders, voice echoing from behind Genya-
There!
Without a second thought, a tight grip is encased onto her hand, jaws of the slayer opened wide.
Ready to take a bite.
Such an aggressive reaction, a fierce handgrip from him following by his sharp jaws revealed.
However before Genya could land a bite on her, the demoness grabbed one of his wrists with her other hand before swinging along with him. Because the two were constantly spinning, it made more difficult for him to even reach her with his fangs.
âThis is fun, letting ourselves a little dance, arenât we?~â She chirped, not taking this seriously whatsoever.
What is this, a ballroom-?!
She's not taking this seriously. They know. They know she's not taking this seriously, and that she's doing this for fun; that she's acting as if this is a sort of game, that her life isn't in danger.
That Genya isn't to be taken seriously.
"Shut the fuck up!" They snap, lifting their leg to aim a strong kick to one of her knees.
@zanpakutohotspring x
Masaharuâs no kid.
Despite looking older than they are, he is twenty-three years old, much past the age of adulthood and in the stage where somebody should be taking care of themselves without any help from other people.
Itâs what heâs been doing for ten years, ever since he inherited the title of the Kasugai Crow Caretaker. He knows how to think for himself, take care of himself, as well as defend himself.
"'In your way'?" Masaharu echoes, clenching his Wakizaki a bit tighter. Blood coats the weapon- demon blood, the liquid also painting their body. It dyes on their skin, their kimono, their bandages- seeping through the cloth, staining their injured eye, the organ irritated by the liquid touching it. He can smell it, the sickening stench of iron; he can practically taste it, with how much it invades his nose.
I'll need a thorough shower after this.
"We're surrounded. I can't get out of your way unless I decide to walk right into one of their mouths and get eaten."
Is this guy a Slayer?
Probably not. He's not wearing anything close to the uniform.
That makes the situation more complicated, then.
God dammit. If he's not a slayer, then he doesn't know how to kill the demons; if he wants to go hack and slash at them, the demons will know he's not a threat, and then they'll kill him. Masaharu's not in the mood to see a dead body today.
"Just-" They click their tongue. "-stay here, alright? These guys can't be killed through ordinary means, so whatever you wanna do isn't going to help. I'm currently waiting on Tsuki to find something of mine, and once I get that, we'll be home safe."
He's glad he decided to bring that crow on his excursion. With sharp eyes, the bird'll be able to locate his wisteria pouch in no time.
Hopefully, this guy'll do exactly as Masaharu says, and not make his life more difficult than it needs to be.
Hopefully.
The caretaker prays to the gods this situation goes as they want it to.
@thehealerhairpin x
A demon?
Upon seeing this stranger do whatever magic bullshit she just did, that's the first thought running through Masaharu's mind.
If it is, then that's a damn good disguise.
No horns, no narrow pupils, or long teeth... then again, Masaharu's not a Demon Slayer; he doesn't go out on the field like the rest, so he can't exactly say how advanced a demon's disguise can be.
Also, it's night. What're they doing out in the night? One of his crows escaped, so like the stupid idiot he is, he decided to chase it in the dead of night.
Fucking idiot.
All in all, he has no idea how to tell if she's some sorcerer, a demon, or Masaharu's high. Somehow.
As the girl gets up to wave her hands around, the crow caretaker takes a step back, keeping a careful eye on her movements. Just in case she'll do anything, they lay a hand on their Wakizashi- a form of comfort for them, and a warning for her.
It's best to play it safe. Try to not agitate her.
She may seem nice, but then again, demons are deceptive beings. They can act like the nicest person on the planet and have you form the closest bond with them, but still see you as nothing but a food source.
"How did you do that?" He tries his best to phrase it as a question, but he can't help the edge that slips into his words- the slight bit of hostility, pointed to the other person (?). "Healing their wounds so fast, and without any sort of medicine?"
@hirak0s
The smell of blood is something Aoiâs gotten used to.
Iron-like, thick, and heavy; as part of the fourth division, the Soul Reaperâs seen all of it.
Gushing out of faces, pouring out of arms, spurting out of stomachs- sheâs seen these things more times than she can count.
After all, living for hundreds of years desensitize someone to these things.
Or, at least, they should.
Sitting next to the hospital bed, blue eyes staring at the bandages on the patient, Aoi resists the urge to throw up; opting to bite her tongue, focusing on the pain of her teeth digging into the flesh, rather than the injuries of the one in front of her.
âYou need to be more careful!â She scolds, trying her best not to force the words out, trying her best to not sound guilty.
After all, in that mission, she was the one who was useless- who couldnât do anything, resulting in these injuries from the other person.
Aoi should be the one whoâs more careful- stronger, so something like this doesnât happen again.
âŠshe hates this job.
âSeriously, what were you thinking- running in like that when you were already injured? Are you reckless or something?!â
"Lady, I've seen an' had worse days." He might have been in terrible shape right now, but he's really had it a bit worse than this a few times. Letting out a sigh, he listened to her chiding him. As if her words were going to change how he did things.
Saving others in his squad and putting his life on the line⊠was up there on the to-do list as always. He'd rather his squad mates able to go home and see their families⊠or head out for a good night. "Ain' reckless, things happen an' well, takin' one fer some'a the others. I'd do it again, do it fer the ones back in the livin' world too." This man could taste blood in his mouth, finding that his teeth had grazed the inside of his cheek and cut part of his tongue.
Ugh-
They're all the same!
These self-sacrifcial idiots would rather let themselves be ripped limb to limb then allow their comrades get a scratch on their bodies.
Honestly...
As Aoi hears the squad captain talk, she cannot help the ire that bubbles up in her heart.
"Protecting others is one thing, but sacrificing yourself? You could've died!"
Aoi doesn't know how how many more dead bodies she can see before she's sent over the edge.
"Seriously, one day this behavior of yours will get you killed. How can you expect to protect your comrades if you aren't alive, huh?"
Like a cockroach hit with a slipper multiple times, the attack from both those people doesnât kill the demon.
Like a cockroach that refuses to die, the attack only proves ineffective to the near-immortal being.
The ashes of Nezukoâs lower body combine together, soon transforming into a pair of legs- then, his midsection, and finally, his head; hair sprouting out from the scalp, gracefully flowing down to the demonâs legs.
Seeing the two people yell at each other- it was more one person yelling at the other- Nezuko blinks, blankly staring at the interaction.
Her friend?
So sheâs going to have to fight two people now?
âŠthatâs kind of boring. Nezukoâs bored now. Theyâve already gone through this type of situation before- having to fight two people at once- so thereâs no point in running through it again.
It was interesting at first- fighting someone with an ability Nezuko didnât recognize- but now that itâs 2v1, the fight doesnât really⊠matter anymore.
So, the demon turns around, starting to exit the scene.
COCKROACH !
SHE WAS A FUCKING COCKROACH THAT JUST REFUSES TO DIE ! that's what Candy have always been seeing her - she keeps regenerating endlessly no matter how burnt and how much he got electrified - it was annoying and irritating the fuck out of Candy - hell ! she was quite glad that Liltotto came by and eat the fucking half of this bitchass !!
and Liltotto have be the one that witness the real thing in real time - Nezuko have slowly but steadily healed himself back up to normal - she was surprises of course - but then the realization hits .
that means she can eat him forever and he will keeps regenerating .
she couldn't bare to let this one go - no - not yet - she have found her unlimited food supply ! she won't have to go around waking up and walking everywhere to find soldiers , actual food , snacks , sweets everywhere no more . just one person alone was enough for her to be her breakfast , lunch , and dinner .
Liltotto was not planning to fight . she likes to always attack from behind and avoid using her energy on fighting - she have always rely on her schrift instead of her strength - she was the strongest within the Bambi within strength wise - but she barely use that because it also hurts her fist when she punch someone , but she seriously don't care that much . she just trying to find excuse when in fact - she was only using her power was because she's always craving for food .
her eyes light up with sparkles with her mouth wide open - as Candy was in pure anger -
" YOU LITTLE WHORE ! - "
Candy said yelling with her sore throat again as she created up a thunder within her hand before she pulls her hand up to electrocute her again - but she was stopped by the voice of Liltotto .
" wait , candy ! I can take her "
" HUH ?! LIL IS IT BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING HUNGRY !? "
" yeah . wait - DEMON I NEED YOU DON'T WALK AWAY ! "
she said yelling after Nezuko as she starts to float to her following after her .
Boring, boring, boring.
It's all so boring.
When Nezuko thought she'd finally get some fun, that she's finally be able to stave off the boredom that eats at her skin, gnawing all the way down to her bones and settling themselves there, the promise of delight soon turned out to be a lie, only making the bugs of boredom eat at her bones more.
They chitter and chatting, humming and buzzing and it's taking all of his willpower to not dig into her skin and rip those damn bugs out herself. It's so loud, so concistent that she needs something to make them stop, to make the bugs stop their song, and when he thought he'd finally get the opportunity to make it stop, to make them stop, it was all for naught.
Now, they have to figure something out. Now, they have to walk away with disappointment in their heart, wearing it down heavy and withering it like a burned flower.
She hates it.
They hate it so, so so so so so so much-
The voice of the tiny thing calling out to him is not processed; it's nothing more than the distant chatter of townsfolk, ebbing in and out of his mind, never truly heard and taken in for what it is.
It's only when the fly enters their sight is when they pay attention, when she's so close Nezuko cannot do anything except for turn to the child-shaped being.
Child... shape...
Faraway laughter, hands tugging at her kimono; bright eyes, smiles full of innocence; skin of warmth, clothes of love.
The memories come to him, fuzzy images and hearing all that's taken in; it is the desert of recollections, where if more is grasped, more will only slip through one's fingers.
It's still there, though, the memories, the comfort when takin in the tiny thing.
So, Nezuko's eyes slightly soften, a hum passing through their lips to let the other one know they're listening.
@bruisedbluberries [x]
Dangerous?
The words thrown at Genyaâs face are like a sword to the heart.
Dangerous?
Itâs been something theyâve been told, time and time again, yet no matter how much it is said, it still hurts all the same.
After all, didnât Sanemi say the both of them need to take care of the family? Together?
Where did that go? Is Genya just a liability now, to Sanemi? A leech? A parasite?
âI-â The younger stammers, âThat youâll train me. That youâll let me become a Demon Slayer, and help you for once!â
Shamefully, Genya stares at the test in their older brother's hands.
"...I'm sorry, nii-san..."
Your apologies won't help you to get good grades. We've went over this five times last night, Genya... What don't you understand?
âI know, but-â Their eyes flick up to the one standing in front of him, hesitant to meet their brotherâs gaze. â-I tried to get a good grade this time⊠I studied for the whole week.â
Standing in front of Sanemi, their older brother and math teacher, Genya canât help but feel a little⊠disappointed, in themself.
....Fuck me, man.... listen, Genya, if you're having trouble understanding the damn question, fucking ask for help dammit.
You literally live with your math teacher
They could.
They really, really could, but every tutoring session ends with tears on Genyaâs end, or theyâre simply too prideful to ask for help.
ââŠsure.â
