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The missiles are eepy and cannot go flower shopping.

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the upper moons 👹🐾

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「Partner in Crime」

Muzan Kibutsuji x Annavenn Vallayerikh (KNY OC)

“A demon slayer named Jasuke (OC)? How delicious. Be not afraid for you will end up in our stomachs and serve us with your flesh and blood.~” — Muzan & Annavenn

Muzan & Annavenn enjoy immortality together, for them to acknowledge the full extent of their powers and abilities to be an unstoppable force to reckon with. They make sure that the slightest threat would be taken care of accordingly, while laughing and dancing amongst the bloody scene of their fallen enemies. - Tarot Reading by Monne

Art by @.zuppasoep ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵

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「Hold Me in Silence」

Muzan Kibutsuji x Annavenn Vallayerikh (KNY OC)

I thought my life was mine to love, the one thing I held above all else —  until you.

Turns out, love is not a quiet thing, not a whispered secret, not a fleeting touch. It is fire, it is war, it is a storm that never ends.

And I —  I am shameless in it.

I would tear the sky apart if it meant one more sunrise with you.

Find a God, beg them, break them —  and if they will not listen, then I will take their place.

They say love should be soft, but mine is reckless, fierce, undying. I would burn the world, carve a new one, one where forever is ours to keep.

And if there is a price —  if it costs my soul, my name, my very being, then take it. You are the only thing worth breaking for.

Let the world call me mad, let them whisper, let them stare —  I am not ashamed.

Because when I swore to love something most, I thought it would be my life. But it was never that. It was you, my dear Annavenn.

And there shall be no shame —  when it came to loving you.

Art by @.Sunmoo_ny ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ Writing by @._cranthir ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵

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「That Which Heaven Could Not Keep」

Muzan Kibutsuji x Annavenn Vallayerikh (KNY OC)

She rests within my arms, the weight of her delicate frame yielding against me. Such a presence is both eternal and ephemeral. The world has long since collapsed into irrelevance; there is nothing beyond the rhythm of her breath, the silk of her platinum golden hair cascading over my hands like liquid sunlight, the scent of her-honeyed and downright intoxicating, tainted now with the faintest trace of iron. My Goddess, my Annavenn.

I cradle her closer, my hand pressing against the smooth expanse of her back. That skin. Porcelain, untouched by time, was once something untouchable, something celestial. Even now, in this infernal existence we share, she remains divinity incarnate. If the heavens could not claim her, then what hope did the earth ever have?

Her lips, painted in the color of fresh-spilled blood, part with a sigh. Even in slumber, she calls to me, tempts me. My Goddess, you are cruel in your allure. I could devour you whole, drown myself in the taste of you, and still it would not be enough. The hunger you awaken in me surpasses the crude thirst that governs the rest of our kind.

Her fingers twitch against my chest, and I catch them, pressing them to my lips. Once, those hands wielded the grace of the divine, sculpted by the Gods themselves. They were meant to shelter, to heal — to comfort what was once a sickly human boy who knew nothing, save for the warmth of his guardian’s touch. I was weak then. Fragile. Rotting from the inside out. And she? She defied her very nature to stand by my side.

I still remember the day she was taken from me. How the heavens wrenched her away, how the weight of her sacrifice shattered me more than any illness ever could. I remember the bitterness that curled within me, the festering wound that never quite healed. Even as I ascended beyond humanity, beyond frailty, the absence of her gnawed at me like a phantom limb.

Yet fate, that insipid, wretched thing, saw fit to return her to me. Reborn. Remade. No longer an angel but still my angel. Always my angel.

Her lashes flutter open, and the depths of her gaze meet mine. Those eyes that have seen the divine, that have glimpsed the truths of existence far beyond my understanding, and yet choose to look only at me. I see no regret in them. No hesitation. Only the love that has defied both Gods and time itself.

“My Pumpkin,” she murmurs, voice hushed and saccharine. The endearment, ridiculous in its tenderness, coils around my ribs and settles deep within me.

I tilt her chin up, run my thumb over the seam of her lips, smudging the crimson paint. Her breath hitches, and I revel in it, in the way she shudders against me, in the way her body molds so perfectly into mine. My fingers trail lower, tracing the delicate line of her throat, feeling the pulse that once belonged to something divine and untouchable. Now, she is mine to touch, to ruin, to adore.

“You have always been a temptress.”

Her lips part beneath my touch, her tongue flicking out to taste the smear of red I have left on them. Her eyes glimmer with something that’s inviting. She does not deny it-how could she, when every breath she takes is designed to ensnare me, to pull me deeper into the abyss of her making?

“And yet you’ve never resisted me~” she breathes, her voice a sigh against my skin, her satisfaction curling around me like the sweetest of poisons.

No, I never do. Instead, I tighten my hold on her, my hand splaying against the curve of her waist, my mouth descending toward the pulse I have claimed as mine. She tilts her head, offering, daring, knowing that I will take, that I will consume, that I will worship. I would tear it from the heavens and place it at her feet. She could ask for my undoing, and I would surrender without hesitation.

For what am I, if not hers?

I capture her lips, swallowing her gasp, kissing her with a hunger that borders on desperation. It is wet, messy, feverish. The kind of kiss that devours, that consumes. Her fingers twist into my hair, nails biting against my scalp as she presses closer, as if she wishes to disappear into me entirely. She tastes of iron and honey, and something far beyond what pleasures a taste bud… I want to drown in it, to mark her, to remind her that she is mine as much as I am hers. Our lips part only for a breath before I claim her again, a growl rumbling in my throat as I drink her in.

Slowly, almost reverently, I peel away the layers of fabric that separate us until nothing remains but skin and the molten heat that burns between us. She truly is a masterpiece. Fullbreasts tipped with rosy peaks, a narrow waist flaring out to the gentle curve of her hips. And beneath, the glistening folds that hide the entrance to paradise.

I splay my hands across her inner thighs, pushing them apart as I settle myself between them. The first brush of my tongue against her most sensitive flesh draws a cry from her lips, a sound of rapture and despair in equal measure. I savor the taste of her, sweet and thick and ambrosial, the nectar of the Gods themselves.

And I begin to devour her with all the fervor of a starving man, determined to make her scream.

Art by @.marchingspace ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ Writing by @.Milifeuille ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵

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Probably one of my fave versions of Muzan

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face card is too fine, god made him live 1000 years just to show it off

credit crystal_karma on tiktok!!

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「赤い部屋」

⚠︎ NSFW ⚠︎

http://archiveofourown.org/works/61047343

“Shall we toast, my wild Annavenn?” Muzan asked. “Oh, sure, my pumpkin. But first, let me enjoy every inch of you. And then…” Annavenn teased.

Art by @.caviarsushi13 ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ Fiction by @.ayahkisser ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵

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Demon Slayer Actor AU

I decided to draw the demons side in this part, I’m going back to the slayer side in the next part

<FIRST>

<PREV>

<TBC?>

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I think Zohakuten will actually do this

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Fanart for @hourlykibutsuji of their oc.

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save me, sleepy naga muzan

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「ハグの日」

Happy Hug Day (with tears 💦)! 🤗

“Muzan… that’s enough, pumpkin. How about… let’s go together? I’ll be with you, through heaven’s peak and hell’s depths. So, would you like to conquer hell with me, my beloved pumpkin?” — Annavenn to Muzan ❤️‍🔥

Art by @.anjanime ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵

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「愛に咲く」

Taishō, 1915 (A Tale of Two Realities)

“You’re the only woman I’ve seen for a long time that actually does look like something blooming. The finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known, and even that is an understatement.” — Muzan to Annavenn (based on F. Scott Fitzgerald’s quotes) 🌹🌹🌹

— Under the Wisteria: The human version of Muzan and Annavenn (a what-if scenario of them as normal human beings). 👫💞

— On the Water’s Reflection: The canon version of Muzan and Annavenn, as the Demon King and Queen they truly are. 😈👑

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「ルネサンスフェア」

Renaissance Faire date! Muzan dresses as a knight, and Annavenn as a queen.

Muzan (👹): “My queen Annavenn, should I join the jousting match to entertain you?” Annavenn (🐲): “No way I’d let my hello kitty pumpkin pie bruised, besides, the only joust I need is your effort to win my heart, Sir Knight.” 😏😏😏

Art by @.Sunmoo_ny ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵

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I have a broken sense of humor, I know it