#Demon Slayer AU
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just rewatched demon slayer…you know what that means 😈
au’s are my passion
#one piece#monkey d. luffy#one piece luffy#asl brothers#art#one piece sabo#portgas d ace#demon slayer#demon slayer au
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hashira gyutaro is my muse now d( > _・ )
and here's gyutaro being kind of a good big brother
#fanart#my art#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#gyutaro shabana#gyutaro#hashira gyutaro#demon slayer au#kny au#tanjiro#tanjiro kamado#illustration
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i like to think of what could have been had the hashira been born under different circumstances
pint sized pillars au !! redraw of this
#demon slayer#kny#muichiro tokito#sanemi shinazugawa#kyojuro rengoku#mitsuri kanroji#shinobu kocho#obanai iguro#giyuu tomioka#gyomei himejima#pint sized pillars au#artbites#kny fanart#demon slayer fanart#kny au#demon slayer au#tengen uzui#uzui tengen
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Commission piece for @hypermoyashi , a Demon!Vash from their fic "Make it to Daybreak". You love Trigun, Vashwood and Demon Slayer? Perfect! :D In that case, head over to Ao3 this instant and give this fic a read!
Want to order a commission yourself? Have a look at my Commission Sheet and write me per dm or email.
#trigun#trigun au#demon slayer au#vash#commissions#commission#fanart#trigun stampede#fic art#make it to daybreak
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Just saying we were completely and utterly robbed of a Mugen Train-style arc where the gang goes on a mission with Gyomei and they follow him around like ducklings
Edit: here’s a small comic I made!
#my art#JUST IMAGINE IT OK#they all go under his haori like baby chicks#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny fanart#gyomei himejima#nezuko kamado#inosuke hashibira#zenitsu agatsuma#tanjiro kamado#stone hashira#demon slayer fanart#demon slayer au#kny au
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"What if Tomioka killed Nezuko?"
I wanted to try editing Tanjiro and since I like him with long hair in episode 1 I did this too :)
• He's blind from one eye because Nezuko scratched his face when attacking him.
• He wears Nezuko's hair tie as a bracelet.
• Always wears his hair in a loose ponytail, but sometimes put his hair down when resting.
• Tanjiro have nightmares every night so he has some trouble sleeping.
• Became a demon slayer to avenge his whole family being killed and to prevent other people to lose their families too.
#demon slayer#kny#kny edit#tanjiro kamado#kimetsu no yaiba#character edit#kny headcanons#kny hcs#tanjiro headcanons#kny au#digital art#artists on tumblr#demon slayer tanjiro#demon slayer au
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Infinity Hashira Gojo Satoru 🩵
I binged basically all of demon slayer over the weekend and this wouldn’t leave my brain
Let me know if you guys are curious about any headcanons (or if you guys wanna see more jjk characters 👀)!!!
#I’m really debating on the nichirin sword guys#like on the one hand it’s cute#on the other idk how hollow purple would work#his haori was so fun to draw#I was thinking of putting only 6 eyes#but :(#it didn’t look good#I have SO MANY IDEAS for geto guys#demon slayer#jjk#gojo satoru#kny hashira#kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu fanart#hashira gojo satoru#hashira gojo#demon slayer au#hashira au#satosugu#demon slayer gojo satoru
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Kamaboko Squad Time Travel AU
As the self proclaimed time travel guy I was compelled to make a time travel AU. It's is all the silly and they're going to fix all the problems and be happy :)
They time traveled from a non-canon timeline where Muzan got away :(
Look forward for a few more posts possibly on this....
Imagine one day your student suddenly is really strong, like clearly something happens and they're just like "Eh, I had an epiphany."
Also a scene I had in mind was when Sanemi tried to bully Nezuko she sticks her tongue out at him and is like "I don't like alcohol." and walks away.
Tanjiro follows Rengoku around for a little while wanting to become his tsuguko.
Gyomei being startle when Genya comes back with a gaggle of kids and is like "My friends". Starts crying instantly.
Kanao stops using her coin and openly worries for Shinobu. Also is surprisingly unbothered by the chaos Kamaboko Squad causes.
Zenitsu started treating Kaigaku oddly. Being wary but also nice? Like being extra nice that it's creepy but also his weird little friends keep giving him looks. He doesn't know what is happening.
Nezuko being the most abnormal but normal demon ever. Can talk, can walk in the sun (not that she shows that skill instantly), doesn't eat humans.
BAMF Tanjiro pulling up with Sun Breathing, purposefully growing his hair out to spite Muzan. (Looks more like Yoriichi)
#demon slayer#kimitsu no yaiba#kamaboko squad#Kny time travel au#Kamaboko squad time travel au#Demon slayer au#tanjiro kamado#genya shinazugawa#zenitsu agatsuma#inosuke hashibira#kanao tsuyuri#nezuko kamado
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Off the Record | Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!reader
warnings: NSFW, MDNI, food play (with wine), fingering, squirting (first-time ayyyye), oral sex fem! receiving, raw sex, rough sex, reader gets that good stuff, cum on chest
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a/n: guys I may have an addiction to the Demon Slayer cast... will I seek help for it...? Absolutely not.
His eyes gleam with the soft glow of the light over your head. Behind him are massive windows that show the cityscape of modern-day Tokyo, the twinkling neon lights like stars you could touch. You’d always dreamed of coming into this building, but never had you thought you’d be sitting here – across from the biggest name in Japan and quite frankly, the world.
It made your whole body buzz with child-like excitement. As an interviewer, you had to scrape by on nothing until the right opportunities presented themselves. When your boss specifically asked for you to hold the in-house interview, you knew this was your big break.
“So, Mr.Kibutsuji, the paparazzi have difficulty finding you.” He smirks, leaning back against the large couch he sat on across from you ��� only a table separating you from the mysterious man.
He peers off to the side, studying a magnificent piece of artwork on his wall. “It’s because I don’t want them to.” He blinks the crimson of his eyes back on your sweet face. His answer is matter-of-fact and if he went on like this, the interview would surely be a bust.
You laugh politely, looking down at your approved list of questions. The thumping in your chest tells you that this isn’t a good idea, but you set it firmly down on the table in front of you, grinning up at the worldwide star. “Is that so? Mind if I ask you some questions off the record?” You scoot to the edge of your seat, watching as the ravenette perks up at your question.
It intrigued him. He asked for an inexperienced rookie to simply ask him the questions on the sheet and not pry into his carefully secluded life. Yet, here you were, the questionnaire already on the table with a perky smile on your lips. Muzan feels the corner of his mouth quirk into a grin. He blows out a breath, gesturing in a circular motion freely with one of his hands still strung across the back of the couch. “You’re going to no matter what, so why not give you what you want?” He hums, distracted by the way your knees part ever so slightly to position yourself more comfortably on his furniture. A jolt of electricity pulses through him, shocking him into meeting your intense gaze.
Muzan Kibutsuji had spent a millennium disregarding the way women made him feel. Never had one interested him enough to break focus on his goals. Sex was something to break the silence of failure, not anything to spend his time on. But you… you were a carefully crafted complexity of sexual frustration.
He runs his tongue along the inside of his mouth, suddenly parched for a taste of anything. The ringing of your laughter snaps him out of his daze momentarily. “Yes well, I’m known to be pushy when I want something.”
Me too, Muzan thought. You open your mouth as if you’re about to start, but then you pause, screwing your lips shut. “Before we start, do you mind if we get something to drink? I’m dry as a mouse over here.” You mess with your fingers nervously wondering if that was the correct thing to ask.
Muzan lifts a brow. “I was unaware mice got dry.” Nevertheless, he lifts himself off the couch. “But that is acceptable. If you’ll follow me to the kitchen?” He walks around the side of the table, offering you a hand. You gulp, tentatively putting your hand in his.
He guides you to the kitchen island, pulling out a seat for you. You thank him with a nod of your head, gratefully climbing onto the stool. Setting down the tape recorder on the counter, you glance around the silver and white area. The kitchen is just as dim as the living room, the lack of light only making the slight brush of Muzan’s arm against your back send shivers down your spine. “I’ve always wanted to come into this building,” you blurt before cursing lightly under your breath. “Well, er, I mean to say… thank you. I’m grateful for this experience.” You ramble to cover up the embarrassing fact that you basically just admitted you’re poor. Muzan chuckles lowly, the sound rumbling around your head as he sets two wine glasses on the marble countertop.
“Château Lafite 1869?” He lifts an expensive-looking bottle in the air. You catch a glimpse of the label, a detailed depiction of some sort of mansion with trees around it. He pours the red liquid into the cups, the noise filling the silence. When he’s done he picks both glasses up by the stem of their neck, setting one down in front of you. The aroma is divine. “My turn for a question.” Muzan leans against the lip of the island, staring into the pool of wine in his glass. He swirls it around, glancing up at you. “Just how thankful are you?” He questions.
You smile, bringing the glass to your lips and letting a bit of the wine fill your mouth. Muzan watches you with swept attention. The flavor is complex but you catch a hint of spiciness hit the back of your throat. You set the wine glass down, trying to think of a response. “You’ve done it all wrong,” Muzan’s brows are furrowed as he stalks toward you. He grabs hold of the glass, dipping his finger into it. Your eyes widen when he drags the pad of his finger along your lips. Subconsciously you part your lips, breathing shakily as you daringly dart your tongue out.
His eyes light up like an inferno, capturing your chin his nostrils flare. “So thankful I’d do anything.” You sputter out against the hard grasp he has on your chin. He rolls his lips under his teeth, huffing out a laugh.
His free hand grabs your ass, spinning you around on the stool so you’re straddling him. “Is that so darlin’?” He flings your head to the side, the motion making you fall against the back of the counter. “You figure you don’t have what it takes to succeed so you’ll suck my cock, is that it?” He mummers, dragging the back of his hand down your exposed neck.
Your body heats as you narrow your eyes. “No, that not-” You shut your mouth when his gaze locks onto yours.
His hands find their way to your thighs, pressing them apart and savoring how your skirt rids up the plush skin. “Oh come on, you even wore a skirt. You knew what you were doing. Off the record? Please, that’s so they won’t hear you screaming my name back at the office,” He squeezes the skin of your thigh, causing you to hiss out in pain. “But I can fix that.” He smirks, running his fingers over the bruised skin.
You pant heavily as you watch him devour you with his gaze. “We,” You gasp as he somehow rips your shirt to shreds. You regard the fabric of the once nice shirt that covered your torso now falling to the floor – parts of it still clinging to your body.
The man in front of you runs a hand through his hair, grinning at the sight before him. “That’s more like it,” He hums, plucking the clasp on your back apart, letting your bra slide down your shoulders. “By all means, if you were about to mention the interview, continue asking me questions.” He pushes further between your thighs, flicking your nipple. You groan, the sensitive bud growing stiff. Muzan scoffs. “Though I doubt you’ll be able to.”
He gathers liquid on two of his fingers, shoving them into your mouth. You squeak at the rough plunge, but your tongue sucks around the earthy tones of the wine. “Hmm, I think I’d rather like the look of you on my counter. Up you go.” You’re being lifted suddenly onto the island. Your skirt is around your hips, the cold of the counter on your ass making you squirm around. “Spread your legs.” He instructs, inspecting how you shyly part your legs, revealing your naked pussy. He scoffs again, tilting his head with a smug expression.
You turn your cheek against the counter, flushing with embarrassment. “Don’t laugh,” You whine, pouting as the heat of his hand traverses up your leg.
Muzan’s fingers graze the area of your inner thigh with lecherous intent. “Don’t be embarrassed, I don’t blame you for wanting to fuck me.” Your eyes flutter shut as he draws circles around your mound, playing with your emotions like they were an appetizer. “Besides, I’m going to fuck you real good,” His fingers slide into your pussy, exploring the new area. You groan, squeezing your eyes shut at the sensation. “Hmph, already so wet. You sure did come hot and slick.” He muses, using his thumb to press into your swollen clit.
A hand clamps over your mouth as you writhe against his ministrations. “Fuck, sir-” Muzan shoves his fingers deeper, aggressively reaching for your throat. His massive hand wraps around the span of your throat, squeezing your windpipes.
“Call me that again,” He commands, the fire in his eyes now dark and blown out. You huff out tiny breaths, nodding your head. He removes his hand slowly dragging it down your navel, before gripping the side of your thigh. His fingers curl deeper inside of you and your eyes widen.
A panted moan falls from your lips as he continues. “Just like that, yes, please sir,” He smirks, pushing down on your clit. A yelp echoes around the kitchen at the sudden pressure.
Muzan lavishes in the way your throat has a red ring around it, marks from him spotting your body in a gorgeous display of possession. “Such a good girl for me,” He growls, slipping his fingers into his mouth to taste your arousal. You watch him with the swell of desire wrapping its claws into your core. “What a wonderful pairing with the Rothschild.” He mutters, grabbing one of the glasses and swigging the liquid into his mouth.
A devious grin paints his face as he lowers the glass, meeting your gaze. He tips the glass against your stomach, letting the dark red wine trickle tributaries down your greedy cunt. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean you up.” Muzan’s mouth is hungrily lapping at your folds, delighted noises streaming from him as he savors the taste. “Intoxicating,” He huffs, swirling his tongue around your clit before sucking hard on the sensitive area.
Your throat is sore from the way whimpering moans string together shakily. Your stomach is pulsing with a sensation unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. If he didn’t stop, you felt like you might explode. “M-Muzan,” You begin, huffing out his name. He hums against your folds but doesn’t stop. “Ah, ah,” You start to shake against him, the ravenette pumping his fingers inside of you while licking your clit savagely. “F-ck, m’gonna, hngh haaa ahhh,”
Muzan’s mouth curls deliciously as your back arches off the counter. Then, with a few bucks of your hips, wetness sprays from your pussy. You shiver as the squirting continues, your body twitching with untouched pleasure. Breathing seems impossible as Muzan licks his lips. “What a wonderful show, but unfortunately we’re still not done.” He pulls you down the counter, lining the apex of your thighs against the bulge in his pants.
Your eyes widen, he can’t be serious. You were barely conscious after whatever just happened. Did he expect you to go all night? What was this man made of? He frees his cock, the tip slapping against your sensitive cunt. You squeeze your eyes shut. How is it that big? It didn’t feel that big when it was pressed against your thigh. Holy shit. Was he going to put that thing in you? “You’re gonna take all of it,” he begins, pushing the head against your slick. You blink open your eyes, pushing yourself up on your elbows to observe his length disappear inside. A strained hiss slips past your lips, Muzan rolling his hips into yours. “Fuck, your pussy should do all our interviews from now on, damn,” He groans, digging the nails of his fingers into your flesh. “You’re gobbling me up,” He meets your gaze, a growing rhythm snapping his cock into you. You throw your head back, moaning his name like it was a prayer. He felt like he’d been doing this a lot longer than any person you’d ever been with.
Muzan pushes his thick length further, humming in satisfaction as your walls flutter around him. You couldn’t think, all rational thought was flung out of his huge windows the moment he pulled out that bottle of wine. “Ngh, f’so good, mmmngah,”
He finds it delightful the way your pussy grabs his cock like it wants more. You had a magnificently fucked out face, your eyes rolled back in your head as your mouth hung open. With each compression of your chest, a hoarse whine pushes back out. Frankly, it was music to his ears. So he grabs the recorder you’d set down earlier, pressing the little red button. He grins as the timer starts ticking again. “Such a good slut for me,” He muses, slapping his balls against your ass as he pounds your pretty pussy. “Your cunt is lovin’ this,” He thrusts deeper and deeper until all you can manage is mewling little noises.
As you grow closer to your second climax, you rest your back on the counter, enjoying the way the cool stone feels against your sweaty back. “Come on darlin’, is that all you got? This why you wanted me off the record? To fuck you silent?” He chuckles, glancing at the recorder next to your trembling thighs. “What a sneaky vixen, is this how you treat all your clients mmm? Offering your pretty pussy with fluttering doe eyes?” He groans, nearing his own wash of pleasure. “Well, on the record, you belong to me now. Got it? You’re my whore whenever I want.”
His thrusts grow rapid, burrowing his cock inside of you like his life depended on it. With this life of failure, he’d finally found something worth trying to succeed for. Muzan could feel the old vigor seeping into his veins. He pulls out, pumping his cock until a strangled moan escapes his lips, cum landing on your breasts. He’s a panting mess as he takes in what he’s done to you. A puddle of Rothschild and your arousal soaks the wood of the floor. He picks up the tape recorder, bringing it to his lips. “You hear that, Hashira scum? I made your bitch scream my name.”
#smut fanfiction#smut#demon slayer fanfic#demon slayer headcanons#kny smut#demon slayer#demon slayer smut#demon slayer x reader#kibutsuji muzan#muzan kibutsuji#kny muzan#demon slayer muzan#muzan x reader#kimetsu no yaiba muzan#muzan x y/n#muzan x you#muzan smut#muzan kny#muzan#kibutsuji kny#demon slayer oneshot#demon slayer drabble#demon slayer x you#demon slayer x y/n#demon slayer x female reader#female reader#fem!reader#x fem!reader#demon slayer au#kny drabble
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Recolor plus my au versions of hashiras as demon and the demons as hashiras. The Au demon version of Muichiro and Sanemi is still undetermined, so I used one of the concept ideas I have so I can finish this style.
#demon slayer#kny art#kny au#demon slayer au#kimetsu no yaiba#demonslayer au#demon slayer oc#digital art#kny anime#giyutomioka#shinobu kocho#tengen uzui#gyomei himejima#obanai iguro#mitsuri kanroji#kokushibo#gyutaro#daki#hantengu#douma#nakime#zohakuten#akaza#demon slayer swap au
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Manga format, read right to left
I was thinking through my list of possible sketches for these two when I remembered a memory from last year. When my dad was hospitalized last year, he often struggled to sit up comfortably, so my and my sister would take turns sitting behind him so he could lean on us. Since Michikatsu moves back home with Yoriichi in this AU, I think he would adopt that and many other little habits to support Yoriichi through his final years.
I thought it'd be funny to have Michi chewing the peels while he helps Yoriichi eat. He's not really eating much after switching sides so he usually just acts as the disposal bin for food scraps 💀. Fun fact: this is not the first time I've drawn Michi doing this. Here's a different AU sketch (manga format).
Some things never change.
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer fanart#kny fanart#fanart#fan comic#demon slayer au#kny au#Tsuki no Kaishakunin AU#michikatsu tsugikuni#kokushibo#yoriichi tsugikuni#muichiro tokito#maybe I'll add Michi liking apples into my list of headcanons‚ I keep running into this by accident 💀#maybe I'll do Yoriichi more in future AU sketches
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here’s koby as a (much less creepy) zenitsu, and some other designs i’ve been brainstorming
#one piece#monkey d. luffy#one piece luffy#op koby#koby one piece#kobylu#nico robin#roronoa zoro#demon slayer au#robin serving thriller bark realness#cat burglar nami
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Demon Busters!— Muichirou and Nezuko + Kakushi! Senjurou
I’m gonna start calling my Demon Busters shitposts Silly Busters. (Original photo down below)
#kny#demon slayer#demon busters!#demon slayer fandom#artists on tumblr#art#kimestu no yaiba#demon slayer fanart#demon slayer au#kny fanart#kny nezuko#kny muichiro#kny senjuro#rengoku senjurou#muichiro fanart#demon slayer muichiro#tokitō muichirō#nezuko kamado#kimetsu nezuko#silly busters!#demon slayer nezuko#kny au#kny rengoku#kimetsu no yaiba au#kimetsu muichiro#kimetsu fanart#kny fandom#kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu no yaiba fanart#nezuko fanart
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tengen wanted to dress up the tiny 21 trio
#demon slayer#kny#tiny 21 trio au#sanemi shinazugawa#giyuu tomioka#obanai iguro#tengen uzui#artbites#art#artists on tumblr#demon slayer art#kimetsu no yaiba#kny art#kny fanart#demon slayer fanart#sanemi shinazugawa fanart#obanai iguro fanart#giyuu tomioka fanart#tengen uzui fanart#deaging#de aging#kny au#demon slayer au
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“Cursed? What do you mean, cursed?”
Sanemi narrows his eyes at the blue-eyed, white-haired girl. The one who’d just wandered in and said that Oyakata-sama wasn’t sick, but cursed instead, with the sort of tone that indicated what she’d said was supposed to be obvious.
Your oyakata-sama isn’t sick. He’s cursed.
… The hereditary illness plaguing Oyakata-sama’s bloodline was one that constantly, incessantly ate away at their body, causing their health to deteriorate at a rapid rate. All children of the bloodline died young –and yet, it did not prevent each and every one of them from devoting themselves to the never-ending war against man-eating demons.
Sanemi was aware that Oyakata-sama’s health was… deteriorating. Rapidly, even, which was not something that he liked thinking about. And yet, it was a fact that all demon slayers were forced to face, because it was the cold reality in front of them.
“Your oyakata-sama is cursed,” the strange girl repeats herself, far too calm and uncaring for Sanemi to be at ease with her presence. “I presume that’s why you’re looking for a sorcerer.”
… A what?
The nonsensical word throws Sanemi off-kilter for a moment. Judging by the faint confusion that he can see on his fellow Pillars around him, Sanemi is not the only one with this reaction.
“A sorcerer… is that what you are?” If Oyakata-sama is surprised, his level voice does not betray a single hint of it. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that term. What you say is true; a curse has befallen my bloodline. The priests said that a demon had been born of our blood. And until the demon is dead, no child shall survive into adulthood.”
“I see,” the girl says, summarily polite, her expression unmoving.
“The reason why we’ve been searching for you is because you killed a demon,” Oyakata-sama continues. “Without use of a nichirin blade, and in the dead of the night –you killed a demon. Upper Moon Three, to be precise.”
The girl tilts her head, “Upper Moon?”
… She didn’t even know what an Upper Moon was? Was she being serious?
Sanemi watches, faintly incredulous, as Oyakata-sama pauses briefly… and proceeds to explain what the Moons are to her.
The Demon Moons are the most powerful demons under Kibutsuji Muzan’s command, their hierarchy measured and separated into different ranks based on strength. Upper Moons, and Lower Moons.
“… and demons, with their high regenerative abilities, are impossible to kill unless they are either decapitated, or exposed to sunlight.”
All of this should be common knowledge for a demon slayer. But her lack of knowledge about it… reminds Sanemi of himself, in a way. Back when he’d first started hunting demons, that is. He hadn’t had a clue what he was getting himself into, but he’d known that demons existed and devoured humans –and so he’d attempted to kill what demons he could, fighting them with mundane tools and relying on sunlight to burn them to ashes.
If he hadn’t been found by a demon slayer who inducted him into the corps and got him proper training, Sanemi would’ve gotten himself killed by his own recklessness, eventually.
But… evidently the same did not hold true for this girl. Who was somehow able to kill demons without either sunlight nor nichirin steel.
How?
How was something like that even possible?
“You want me to kill demons for you,” the girl’s voice is distinctly unimpressed. And the phrasing of those words is enough for Sanemi to gnash his teeth and scowl, because what did she mean by that–
“Demons are a danger to all humans!” he snaps at her. “Don’t talk as if Oyakata-sama is–”
“Yes.”
Sanemi whirls around, aghast. “Oyakata-sama!”
“It’s alright, Sanemi.” Though faint, there is still an ever-present smile curled over Oyakata-sama’s lips. “Whether it’s for me, or for anyone else… that is what I’m asking of her. With the skills she has shown, she would be a valuable ally in finally eradicating the King of Demons once and for all.”
“Why should I help you?”
The words themselves are arrogant, condescending, and yet none of it shows in her voice. If anything, the girl’s voice is as calm and neutral as ever in sharp contrast to what she’s saying, and–
“Is there anything that you desire?” Oyakata-sama asks.
“…” Blue eyes stare out at Oyakata-sama, unreadable. “… A binding vow. I’ll kill your demons for you, and you help me find a way home.”
#writing#zenith of stars au#demon slayer au#anyways the meeting continued#been awhile since we touched on this plot bunny haha#special thanks to ko-fi friends!
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Y’all seemed to like my concept where the kids went on a mission with Gyomei! Here’s a little comic!
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#I know it’s a little out of character but I was going for cuteness#I think when nezuko is little she would latch onto Gyomei because he reminds her of her parents#like how your parents seem larger than life when you’re really little#and then of course nezuko reminds Gyomei of the little kids he used to take care of#I think they would be good friends#anyways#might make more of these idk#my art#demon slayer#kny fanart#kny#demon slayer fanart#demon slayer au#kny au#gyomei himejima#nezuko kamado#tanjiro kamado#I don’t want to paint Gyomei as this strictly parental figure because I think he’s a lot more than that#but I do think he would be very protective of the kids once he got to know them
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