#🎎 it’s queue time || Queue

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🎎 Aksncndijss :( || Crack

🎎 out of the dollhouse || OOC

🎎 Everybody please like my art || Toon’s Art

🎎 Tired of wishing I was ditching || Kimetsu Academy AU

🎎 She is a child and a mannequin and death || Ishimatsu

🎎 I am not the type to faint When things are odd or things are quiant || Karakuri

🎎 Children shouldn’t play with dead things || Kokeshi

🎎 Spinning all around and now we fall || Iki

🎎 What an unusual view! || Dash Commentary

🎎 If I show my fangs will you tell me that they're cool? || Headcanons

🎎 ghouls and ghosts inhabit dolls || Aesthetic

🎎 Throw on your dress and put on a doll faces || IC

🎎 I see things that nobody else see || Musings

🎎 it’s queue time || Queue

🎎 something’s gone seriously wrong || Promo

🎎 As the children laugh, the children play || Ask meme

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Ichimatsu froze as she heard the noise of the biwa and Muzan in front of her. Her eyes shake in fear as her hand still grips the tatami mats. She isn’t sure what will happen, but she knows that she is screwed… until she heard what she said.

Don’t you want to become one of the twelve Kizuki?

Ichimatsu never thought about fighting each demon to grab the rank of the twelve kizuki. Even the thought of killing demons to claim the rank was something she avoids doing. Although she did have her fair share of mutilating each demon to the point that they can’t move. Hearing Muzan, offering her a placement rank, and asking her if she wanted to become one was something she never had thought about. She was just like any other typical demon, but she saw her as something special to be placed in the kizuki rank. She slightly heard about the lower moon six. He was quite well known, but what happened to him? It doesn’t matter for Ichimatsu as this is an offer she has to accept. Who would reject this offer from the lord? She gives her an offer to become even stronger and to reject this offer is a death sentence, However, does she see her potential to become a Kizuki?

“If you saw me as a potential candidate for being part of the Twelve Kizuki, I will do anything to prove that I’m capable of being that group. I will graciously accept your offer, and I will be better at what I’m doing.”

NONE OF THEM ARE HASHIRA…

Well now wasn’t that quite sad to be told such a horrid truth.

That this little demon believed for one brief moment that they had held some sort of success and made some improvement upon themselves, but when you strip it all back the horrid truth is laid out for all to see and lay witness towards, that they like so many others, where nothing.

They were right to be afraid.

They were wise within that area.

Did she fear the Hashira far more than fearing the one that gifted this second chance to them, who had been generous enough to find them so alone, broken within the world and hold there hand out within the darkness and offer them nothing other than a second chance at life, a way to correct past mistakes, to bow there head to no one other than them, to never feel lesser, never be spoken down towards, never to go without, never yarn nor want for more, to avoid death and be granted the right as one of the chosen one’s to live forever.

“Not a single Hashira in all these years ..”

The strum of the biwa could be heard from the other demon with them as the demon king was standing right before them, the dark clothing of there outfit right before them, narrowly close to falling tears of shame, hatred, anger as well, to feel like this, was a good thing, these emotions where not to be feared and they where not to be taken as confusion, she was right to be like this, to live this long and not have a single Hashira under her name, to kill one of the nine Hashira was an honor so few demons manage to reach out and claim.

“Don’t you wish to become .. one of the twelve kizuki …”

Their numbers were indeed impressive, worthy of an audience, the lack of a Hashira killed by their claws, was a slight .. hindrance that can be corrected.

“The title of lower moon six .. is currently open ..”

[stellrn]

“What kind of a life would I have lived if I didn't choose to board the Express... No, there is no such possibility.”

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"No one can able to replicate my true beauty! No one! I have had many artist try to convey my beauty into a sheet of paper, but they all fail." Is Kuroyuri being a bit cocky? Maybe, but she will never admit it.

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Ichimatsu don’t often like playing roughhouse as she prefers a more of a gentle game like tea parties with her dolls, hand games and playing pretend (although she can get messy whenever she hunts for food.). All Ichimatsu wanted to do was to go back home, however she will admit that it gets real bored as she continues doing the same routine. Look for food, for the flower, kill a couple of demon slayers.Sometimes she doesn’t often look for food and rather spend her time selling her artwork to other people. It’s all rinse and repeat. Even though today was a different routine, it doesn’t hurt to try out something new until her aquatic friend sends her a message to leave. She picked herself up and dusts off some of the dirt from her poor dirtied kimono.

“Alright I’ll fight, however I’m going to be the first to commence the fight. Since you decide to attack me first.” She spoke as she begins activating her blood art. Using her flesh, she creates two wooden puppet blocks which she hit them both and release a couple of strings attaching each side of the wooden panel. The strings can be seen connecting to each other, however once she releases them the strings will begin to look for any wrists to attach.

“Now if I win.” She thinks for a second, placing her finger to her chin as she tries coming up for the demon’s punishment. “Ah I got it, you can also become bait for the demon slayer and l can get to keep your eyes.” she smiled towards the demon as she pointed near her eyes.

A grunt escaped the young one's lips as he was forcefully shoved back, his broken nose quickly mending again in a loud crack of bones.

"Ah! You don't get to run away, you coward!! Let's fight 'til the sun comes up! And the loser has to be bait for slayers later!"

It couldn't be more obvious what the boar demon really wanted: a playmate. Someone to exchange blows with, a sparring partner, or perhaps a bloodbath partner rather. Demons were lone and feral creatures... but Kiba was quickly growing bored on his mountain.

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Ichimatsu would have pushed him away from the shore as this was her territory. No demons can able to enter her island without consequences, however, she felt a strange aura from this man. Almost like he truly is a dragon…but not a demon. She dismisses this feeling and instead decides to sit on a huge rock, swaying her legs back and forth.

“Will you help me in making puppets and plan my daily tea time?” She asked the dragon as she tilts her head. It was getting really boring in her house and it doesn’t help that she’s playing the same game with the same people. Having a guest helping her and hanging out genuinely sounds interesting for the doll demon. Even if he doesn’t accept the offer, she will simply just kick him out of the island. No Hesitation right there.

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A blank 'oh' kind of expression flashed upon his face as the hand was thrown to the side. Guess, it was okay, it seemed that this woman was not human, she'd live without a hand. A hand that appeared to be growing back...? Ah, he wanted a skill like that too. Valryn sighed, as he twisted the ends of his sleeves and yukata to pour most of the water off the fabric.

"I fell in, somewhere in the middle, so I can't take credit to fully swimming here." He admitted with a calm expression as he fully straightened his back and towered over the smaller one. "I am not a sea dragon either. The latter part is the only correct word." He corrected.

"May I stay here or will you push me back and make me swim all the way to the other shore? I do not mean to be an annoyance, well, more than I already have." He eyed her hand with an awkward smile.

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"Oh no, you don't. You're not getting away that easily. Only I can control the decision on what to move or not." She moved his right arm away from his other arm as he attempted to cut down the string. Hoto, one of her clones dropped one of his swords and kicked it forward where the primary clones stood. Iki walked towards where the sword was and picked it up as she observed it.

"Serrated edges, painfully sharp each one of them. Almost like you can rip and tear out any poor unsuspecting creature." Iki calmly said as she spun the sword around and around, only to point the sword downward. "May I test it?" She said, looking at Ichimatsu. "Woah, Iki, is that a little confidence I see?" Karakuri gasped as she couldn't believe the words Iki had said.

“Not right now. I want to test his ability and see if I can get used to it. Who knows, maybe I can keep him as part of my collection." Ichimatsu smiled towards her other self, then towards the slayer. "Let's see how long you can last, Inosuke."

Ichimatsu placed him in a running starting position, as her other selves that are also controlling Inosuke begin preparing for a quick speed run. She begins running with her immense strength and speed, using Inosuke as a shield against any demons getting her way or invading her space. Iki, Karekuri, and Kokeshi all are running alongside Ichi as Iki holds on to his sword. Using his sword Iki begins to slash any branches, rocks, and unsuspected people getting their way. She eventually passed the sword toward the very excited Karakuri as she did the same method with a hint of laughter. Although Ichimatsu could use his sword to slash anyone that passed through her other selves, she jumped high over them, landing perfectly on the ground. She twists, turned, slides, bends, and somersaults over any object or person blocking her path

This should have been an easy mission. When Inosuke first caught a glimpse of the demon, his senses hardly lit up at all. There was no deep-rooted strength in this one, no overwhelming power... but there was something else. Something that left a slimey, grating feeling all over his skin.

Something that was waiting for a chance. The moment he lowered his guard, that would be it.

He fought relentlessly, but the limits of his human body soon caught up to him. His senses were dulled by fatigue, his motions ever so slower, each of his swings carrying a fragment of strength less than the previous one.

Danger burnt at his neck. He tried to leap away, but right as his legs were about to kick him off the ground, danger turned into real pain.

A shriek escaped the boar's lips as the demon seized his neck. At first, he thought it was trying to suffocate him... but the feeling was different. The pain was different. The hand that had plunged under his fur mask wasn't resting above his skin anymore, no... it was under it.

He progressively lost touch with his own senses, anywhere above the neck. It felt as though he was paralyzed, the dullness spreading faster and faster, only a faint sensation remaining as the demon moved HIS muscles. Pain shot up his arm next, then his leg, then the other arm. The other leg.

He couldn't even scream anymore. All he had left were his swords, a semblance of feeling in his hands, and the undomitable will to find a way out of this situation.

There was a crack, the joints in his wrist dislocating to allow him a larger range. He tried to slice through the stick that protruded from his left elbow.