#anyways the meeting continued

[yuesya]

“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.”

[certainlyathrill]

they were boys together !!!

[miumiins]

[shreddeddescent]

how raph's run goes after the disaster (prev) (next)

[petricorah]

usually not a person for pet names but i think sokka started calling zuko ‘babe’ as a joke and it stuck.

[astralzeraphias]

maybe i came too early, maybe i came too late

i’m waiting in the shadows of the scaffolds of the old cafés where you told me to wait

[lamouratorrrrry]

old ass man why are you cute 💢

[ministarfruit]

anyway, THEM⬆️

[notmoreflippingelves]

tfw when you send your nemesis a hand-made 'get well' card after literally breaking his back (and not in the fun way).

[essektheylyss]

Very important news: Jeff VanderMeer signed my writing journal by drawing an arrow to Chuck Tingle's autograph and wrote, "Love IS real!" in agreement.

[frillypenandink]

drawing dump from my school sketchbook

triangle-humanoid bill

my ford and fiddleford designs

them :(

my self insert oc content... as a treat...

also messing with human bill designs even though I tend to prefer the triangle-humanoid form

(NO DICK. NO BALLS. 😛)

[ambrosykim]

i need to get unhealthily obsessed with rosy kim again actually

[namelessprince]

its funny how the only thing from the undersea that gill seems to be unable to let go of is the idea that he has to be the hero

[cestacruz]

The bonus art on your post about Young!Stanley meeting Bill where he’s standing on top of what I assume is the portal is making me go insane cuz before Mabel intervened in that one episode Stan had a fear of heights and assuming he had it when he was a kid there’s no way Bill doesn’t know about it since he’s in Young!Stanley’s mind and all I can think about is Bill unpossessing Stanley while up there and him panicking and/or freezing up when he comes to his senses and realizes how high up he is and Ford just fucking loosing his mind like “Oh god he’s gonna fall oh god oh god-“

eehehe ehehehehehee stanley better keep his footing when Bill leaves, or else

for angst purposes im making the portal bigger now (? *plays that song that plays in that scene of Avatar when the protag falls from the plane gonna ramble in the tags now thank u

[killmymind]

sang woo KILL YOURSELF !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ali …. my shayla……

[problemnyatic]

Haven't seen you post in a bit; hope you're doing okay! Offering hugs if wanted/needed.

*hugsqueeeze!*

tumblr was turning my mental health into gunk and tar so I fucked off. The queer and leftist infighting on this website is so critically noxious and frankly damn near unique to tumblr itself that I decided I'm not going to be anywhere near it anymore unless it dies down.

I'll still make the occasional post and reblog this or that post my close friends send me, but frankly, being on here stopped being worth it long before I took my hiatus. I literally feel my emotional stability rot as soon as I so much as glimpse my activity feed, let alone my dashboard.

Long story short, I'm doing better now that I'm not engaging with tumblr almost at all! Highly recommend most everyone who's miserable and posting to try the same thing. Have a small personal discord and clean your room a little. It's helping me!

thanks for checking in ur a sweetie