#Kny Oc

[eidolonshiva]

I was going to do some vent art, but then I remembered it was Pocky Day. Who wants to play with our favorite trash possum?

Life is hard when you're surrounded by hotties who all want you and your weird, off-putting cryptid rizz. I am a multishipper on this blog, I hope Gyutaro gets all the babes. Featuring a smol Hinata who belongs to @artsycervidae, Tengen, and my oc, Fumiko.

[sapphirebladehashira]

Aliza started to pat togo’s head as she let her cry on her shoulder, “it’s okay..let it out..” She wasn’t much of a words for comfort person, she kept on patting togo’s head.

"Happy Birthday."-RP Starter

Usually, Togo is always calm, collected, stoic even. She doesn't usually express many emotions unless you're close to her. But even then, there are things she doesn't say.

It's her birthday today, but yet she's nowhere to be found in the Butterfly Mansion, which in itself is surprising. She almost never leaves, only if the Kakushi need her aid. So you ask around for her.

"Ah, Togo-san? I saw her head into town today. She had some bouquets when she came back."

"She had flowers with her, said something about visiting some people."

Eventually, though, you find her in a field near the Water Estate, sitting down on her knees. There are some strange, uneven stones in front of her, with names haphazardly written on them. The flowers the Kakushi mentioned are laying by the stones.

[Tags: @sapphirebladehashira @official-butterfly-sisters @matthew-knyshait (idk your oc rp acc if you have any but yeah-) + anyone else who wants to join.]

[faintrustle]

I wasn't expecting this kind of KIBUTSUJI MUZAN:

[chikawaas]

LMFAO SANEGIYUU STUFF

YEA RHAS ALL I LOVE THEMMM

[erexart]

Someone should give flowers to him, he acts tough but i know his ass is soft

[yuki2sksksk]

Happy Eid Mubarak 🙌🎉

[uchu-no-bashira]

ℍ𝕦𝕤𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕!𝔾𝕪𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕚 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟!

TW: Minors Do Not Interact Sexual themes, Fem!Reader.

Your husband!Gyomei, the gentlest of giants, the most patient and loving. You thank the powers that be that you were blessed to be the one he chose, every single day.

Your husband!Gyomei who is nothing short of perfect, the way that he would silently guide you away from the street and close to his left side. And he’d never forget to use the warmth of his large hand to gently cradle your own, tenderly and comfortably like it were the final piece to his massive puzzle.

Your husband!Gyomei who spends those autumn crisp early mornings sitting on the engawa of your shared home and drinking matcha, holding a cup with one hand with his palm on your waist as you lean against his supportive arms. Your shoulder, a resting place for his chin, as he closes his eyes and listens to your being. Your aura. You are his peace.

Your husband!Gyomei, who had your fingers tangled in the sheets and eyes drifting into your skull, grunting softly with each mewl and whine you failed to contain. Who wraps his arm around your knee and squeezes your plush inner thigh, peppering butterfly kisses against the inside of your knee.

Your husband!Gyomei, who asks “are you okay, my love?” When you gasp for air, your wanton breaths shudder as the heat in your belly spreads to your chest and tingles down your spine. He smiles at the sound of your pleasure, needing nothing more than that as a suitable answer.

Your husband!Gyomei, whose skin cools the inflamed surface of your own and feeling you at the precipice of release, his calloused palms cupping your cheek and his thumb wiping away the accumulated sweat on your temple. The loving curl on his lips fade, his expression hardening as he pushes against that soft, gummy muscle in your core; his eyes closing and jaw going slack as he listens to the rhythmic slapping of his hips against yours. “Close.” He whispers huskily into the cavity of your ear and desperately lining the base of your jaw with meaningful kisses.

Your husband!Gyomei, who can’t take the sensation of your nipples brushing against the raised prickles of his skin. He paints your walls once you ghost over his lips and dig your nails into his forearm. He’s slipping in and out of you almost uncontrollably with a moan while slowly bringing himself to a stop. He rests, bare chested against you, unwilling to dislodge himself from the sweltering heat of your warmth. He enjoys this closeness. Loving you, loving being against and with you. So much that he tears up from the bramble of your hearts intertwined as one…

[suja-janee]

More kny oc art dumps haha

[quozacheese]

kny oc [updated]

[magicalbunbun]

Kokushibo and y/n where the same as tanjiro and kanao

[mooechi]

hi. so u see, its about to be my last day in school and yall know what that means?

IM 1 MONTH FREE FROM HELL🗣️🗣️

but the thing is that i am now bored af+there is no reason for meto wake up on a daily basis no mo

which is texhnically yalls signal to drop anything yall would like me to doodle/sketch! i’ll draw whatever(as long as it isnt anything ykyk creepyweird ehhshsus u get my point) comment/ask that is requested within the 24hr period diz is posted….,.feel free to go crazy pls i need thsi so bas uddont unddersth (yallcan ask me anything abt akari to while were at it)

anyways heres sum riri+hashbrown offerihs/low quality manga redraws to improve myown goofyart

[iincogneeto]

CLOSEDDD 💔💔💔

sorry chat 💔💔‼️‼️

y’all comment / link a pic of ur kny oc and I’ll give them a “taishō era secret” based off of their look 👀

You can comment multiple ocs 😝😝

(In this case the “secret” is just a funny fact)

(I’ll do em when I get back to karate)

[faintrustle]

[miiiturix]

Being serious hits different

[erexart]

Some more modern day shenanigan doodles <3