#demon slayer ramblings

[kokusfluffyhair]

Muzan and Kagaya basically desire the same thing -- to survive and live without hindrances.

Muzan does take this a bit farther, as he doesn't just wish to be able to go out in the daytime, but he also seeks immortality. The walking in the sunlight does symbolise immortality to him, as then there would be nothing left that could kill him (that he knows of, at least). But, I still think it's subconsciously connected with the emptiness he has in himself that he was never able to live a "normal" life, even after becoming the almost-invincible being of a demon.

Kagaya does all that he does so that his family will be free of the illness/curse they're under. You can say that his intentions would also serve the "common good" because it would destroy Muzan and the demons, but I doubt that Kagaya and his work is all just to benefit others. At the end of the day, it's the survival of his family, and the generational trauma of his ancestors that fuel his work.

Meanwhile, both recruit and use the talents of others to move themselves along towards their goal.

They both found themselves in their current situations without warning. Muzan didn't choose to become a demon. All he wanted was for his illness to be cured. Obviously, Kagaya didn't choose to be cursed. But, as far as we know, Muzan didn't actively curse his bloodline, so what caused it? Is Kagaya the descendant of a child Muzan had with one of his ex-wives and because Muzan procreated while he was a demon, the "curse" passed from parent to child in the form of a kind of dominant gene that acted as a kind of cancer to the body? You can't blame Muzan for this, unless we find out that he intentionally polluted his bloodline, which from the canon material we have doesn't seem to be the case.

[rubylarkspur22]

Random Demon Slayer Thought

So, I'm going through the Sun Breathing/Hinokami Kagura Wiki, and I happen across the relationship chart for the Breath Styles in Demon Slayer. And I noticed something interesting. (I noticed it a while ago, but *le shrug*)

Excluding Sun Breathing, there's 13 Breath Styles. The first 6 directly derived from Sun Breathing; Water, Flame, Stone, Thunder, Wind, and Moon. 6 derivatives from 4 of the 6; Flower and Serpent from Water, Love from Flame, Sound from Thunder, Mist and Beast(though distant) from Wind. And lastly, Shinobu's Insect Breathing from Flower.

How many forms of Sun Breathing are there? THIRTEEN!

Either Gotouge is a genius, or I am reading way too much into it. I'll take "I am reading way too much into this alligator's mind for the sake of feeling smart for the next five minutes" for 200, Ken(may Sir Alex Trebek rest in peace).

Further increasing my Conspiracy Theory Shenanigans(tm), fun little coincidence that only after 13 Breathing Styles(that we canonically know exist) were formed with Sun Breathing as the common ancestor, did Sun Breathing return to the Corps. And it's interesting how that was also the point at which the 13th form was revealed.

I know this is Conspiracy Theory Brain, but the gremlin demands to be heard. Banging pots and pans in the back of my brain, and shrieking like a banshee.

[just-null]

Do you ever do requests? If so, do you ever plan on drawing some Yandere with the Hantengu clones? :D hope you have a good day/night!!!

Mentioning an unfamiliar name

yes!! I love yanderes.. and these guys.. these guys are such good material...... nods nods..

I'm not sure about requests..I assume you mean drawing requests? I suppose if it REALLY catches my interest enough, I'd do it, but it'd probably just be line art/sketches.

[queermentaldisaster]

Y'all we need to normalize polyamory for when multiple ships have so much chemistry and your multishipper heart wants all of them at the same time so instead of choosing you throw them all into a polyamorous relationship

[princeblue]

Sanemi Shinazugawa you will go to hell for trying to blind this face. Look at him. He’s an OUPPY!!!!!

[aritsukemo]

Been thinking about..

Sal's partner being obsessed with his voice in every way. The raspiness, the depth and how well his tone of voice mixes with it, how he pronounces words—everything. So, once a day, they request he tell them about his day in almost concerning detail just to hear his voice for an extended period of time. ( It takes him months to figure out why you saw such lengthy talks as such a necessity )

Sanemi's partner absolutely not believing it when people tell them about how cruel and harsh he is because of how differently he treats them in comparison. Who only knows him as a man who only speaks to them in gentle whispers, never lets them do any heavy lifting when he's around, massages them despite the fact hat he's the one constantly going out and exerting himself to slay demons ( and all because they simply mentioned in passing that their toe was hurting from standing too long or something ), spoils them, and brings them gifts after almost every mission as an apology for being away for so long and possibly giving them a scare.

Gaara's arranged fiancé being completely and utterly intimidated by him to the point that they constantly avoid them. Poor boy, of course, knows no way of fixing this and ultimately goes to Kankuro for advice—who suggests he starts by breaking the ice over a nice dinner—and Gaara, despite having zero experience in the kitchen, opts to take said advice and run with it. His fiancé comes home after a long day of hiding to find the kitchen a complete mess and Gaara standing in the middle of it—covered head to toe in his many earlier failures��with his lackluster dish in hand and their heart absolutely melts at the sight.

Chifuyu, who scares Takemichi half to death with nonstop text telling him to come over his house asap. His best friend, thinking the worse, rushes over only to be asked if you'd find it corny if he attempted to match with you for your date tonight.

Nagisa, who was nervous about meeting you for a date after cutting his hair. Who feared his worst fears were right all along and that you only loved that version of him that his mother spent years crafting against his will..only to find out that you were in the same boat; had also cut your hair and feared his reaction to your new look. It made him feel silly for blowing such a simple thing up in his head.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[yuki2sksksk]

Losing my mind at kny season 4 episode 2 cause I just see the same situations between Tanjirou/Giyuu and Kanao/Shinobu's interactions.

Big siblings figure with their little siblings moment >>>>

Giyuu thinking he's rather off dead and Tanjirou managed to successfully help him realise that his life is worth it,

and Shinobu about to tell Kanao of her suicidal plan with Kanao unable to convince her otherwise.

Two Hashiras; one overwhelmed with survivor guilt and another stop caring about anything else but revenge.

One realises he needs to live because that's what his late sister and Sabito would've wanted, and another ignores her late sister's will to keep on living and decides to soothe her anger by avenging the late sister.

Also I love how Giyuu asked about Shinobu's training, seeing that he doesn't 'hear' anything from her; implying that, possibly, in times he went to shut himself off like this, she would've written to him about what's going on and keeps in touch with him.

Oh my god he doesn't know about her plan. This hits harder now :((

Off topic, but look at how beautiful they are;

Woah it's like a reverse role. Now that I added the pics side by side, I adore the switch between them -- like how we see another side of them.

It's a bit odd to see the usually cheerful Shinobu looking so serious, and the sombre looking Giyuu seems relaxed now, isn't it?

[potatobugz]

its like this, basically

[spookyxcupid]

me, seeing a traumatized character who’s been through the most terrible shit imaginable: may praise kink be upon thee

[bamsara]

being an adult means we can buy or make as much self-indulgent shit (as we can afford) and unironically have trinkets of our fave things cause our teen years was bullied for liking things and hiding/denying we were ever neurodivergent to the point of suicide. sucks for anyone that thinks its weird cringe but I'm going to try and allow myself to love myself in little ways now

[kyojurismo]

HASHIRA !!!!

[xxsabitoxx]

I stand by the fact that Best Friend Tengen would have you cry-laughing 24/7. I just think that man would be so intentionally and unintentionally funny all the fucking time.

Like y’all would see someone do something stupid as hell and just side eye each other at the same time to see if the other saw it. That interaction alone is funnier to the both of you than whatever the other person did.

You’d get on everyone’s nerves for real because neither of you would be able to take a goddamn thing seriously at any point in time while in the other’s presence. Most people are shocked the two of you are best friends because you’re always ragging on the other for literally just existing.

[voicelesscherub]

black!reader save me… save me black!reader…

[pulim-v]

Ykw fuck it posting the Zenitsu rant here 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

The scene where Zenitsu confronts Daki is such a subtle but masterful way of showing his growth, it's a massive jump in courage for him in a way that communicates a lot.

I think to explain that I kinda have to give a basic rundown of the series wrt Zenitsu, so basically up to this point he was present in 3 fights, one against a nameless and very weak demon, the Younger Spider Brother (who had a big amp from Rui), and one against Enmu aka LM1. This is relevant because all these characters have distinctive traits that would be sensed as scarier for Zenitsu, who is capable of hearing the demons' bloodlust. On the first two, he's scared shitless, passes out, and wins. That's it. On the third, the villain's main power is putting people to sleep and he succeeds in doing that against all of the heroes who were present, so he just stands in the background basically. Then Akaza, the 4th strongest person in the universe at this point, shows up, kills a superior that he really looked up to, and runs off.

And he STILL faces his fears and confronts someone who could be just as strong for all he knows. In that case, the only reason why he spent the fight unconscious was because after that confrontation the villain knocked him out and imprisoned him to kill him later (which backfired). He doesn't cower in fear, he doesn't run off and pass out, he confronts someone who could be a massive threat to his life while completely alone.

Because the thing about Zenitsu is that he's only a coward until it really matters. He hides and he cries and he screams, but when his friend tells him to protect something that he KNOWS is demonic in nature, and when a little girl is being hurt by a monster, he does step up. And that's the difference between Kaigaku and him, isn't it? Because Kaigaku trained without complaining, Kaigaku fought demons without fear, Kaigaku mastered the other 5 forms of Thunder Breathing, but when Kaigaku was actually threatened he just ran away, and begged for his life, and made Gyomei's other children and his VERY OWN MASTER die.

Because Zenitsu has courage beneath all the fear and Kaigaku has fear below all the courage

[depravitycentral]

I don’t know if this appeals to anyone but me, but I’ve been watching a lot of period pieces about Regency Era England (specifically the 1995 Pride and Prejudice and Bridgerton) and I can’t stop thinking about the way women were actually treated like property, their only purpose to wed and produce children. Imagine the yandere possibilities, and the absolute lack of control you’d have over your fate.

Specifically, I can’t stop thinking about the lack of care and the disregard for social customs and norms yanderes could exhibit in that era. The rules are so very strict, and so very numerous – really, can he be blamed for not adhering to each and every one? Sure, he doesn’t treat any other woman this way, but is it such a crazy notion that he breaks a rule here or there? Surely not – not when it’s so very obvious that the proposal is coming, that he’s absolutely hell bent on keeping you pristine and pretty and pregnant in his own abode, not the pathetic pile of wood and roofing you call your home.

Maybe he’s always been one for attending the local and regional balls – for appearances, yes, but also because there’s nothing more that he loves than being in a room with all sorts of beautiful women and alcohol. Maybe he likes to play the politics game, stringing along every girl he can find so that he gets his pick of wives, so that he can bed any woman he so pleases without as much as a goodbye. Except that once his feelings for you form, his composure crumbles a bit.

He’s standing much, much too close to you throughout the entirety of your dance with him. His hips are tightly pressed against your ass as he follows the 1, 2, 3 of the waltz, the shuddering breath you hear at your ear making your skin crawl.

Maybe he’s insisted on keeping his hand much too low as he guides you through the dance, almost able to feel the hem of your underclothes under the layers of your dress, his fingers eager as he presses them tighter and tighter against you.

He’ll speak to you during the dance, his voice low and whispered and his mouth much too close to your ear, the audible wet sound of him licking his lips seeming louder than the quartet in the corner of the dancefloor.

He’s even asking you to remove your gloves, won’t you? I wouldn’t want to ruin the delicate silk – what would your dear mother think of me? And once they’re off (because really, his tone left very little room for rebuttal), his bare skin is pressing against yours, his palms clammy and sweating and absolutely engulfing yours with the way he keeps grabbing at more more more, wanting to feel every inch of you possible.

And then of course there’s those who aren’t as bold with physicality – no, the mere thought of being any closer to you than society permits is enough to get them hot under the collar, so nervous and flustered that they’re sure they’ll trip over themselves, that they’ll make an absolute fool in front of you. Instead, they resort to more classy measures – that is, it’s a bit jarring when they quickly approach you the moment you’ve entered the ballroom, swallowing harshly and asking in a voice that’s just a hair too high-pitched if they could perhaps have the honor of claiming your first dance this evening?

You can’t exactly say no – and even as you watch him eagerly scribble his name down on the first dance slot, then the second, then the third and fifth and tenth, what can you really say? He’s wealthier than your family, and your mother watches from the corner with a glint in her eye because oh, isn’t this just such an advantageous match?

Even the grouches who only attended the ball in which they met you upon a friend’s request act out in unexpected ways. They seem distracted, clutching onto their lemonade glass with a grip tight enough to turn their knuckles white, their shoulders visibly tense as their eyes scan the room over and over. They’re looking for you, of course. Mentally guessing at what colors you’d be donning this evening, how your hair is styled, what sorts of jewels and precious jewelry sits so prettily in the hollow of your throat or dangles against the sensitive skin of the juncture of your neck and jaw.

And once they've found you, they may not have the courage to speak with you or dance with you. But suddenly you've gained a permanent shadow for the evening. Where you go, he goes. He’s following you a good five feet behind, snaking around fellow attendees and keeping his eyes locked on your figure, biting his lip as he mentally notes who’s eye you’re catching, who’s speaking with you, who’s approaching you with a request to dance.

He’s standing directly behind you as you dance with some low-level baron, some insignificant man who can’t hold a candle to the riches, comfort and adoration that he can give you. And he's just staring, too – eyes like daggers as he watches the interaction, letting the anger simmer and fester until he finally, finally approaches you, his voice gruff and choppy as he compliments your dress (something like this dress is much more handsome than the last one you wore) and practically demands your next dance. Yes, it’s awkward, and yes, he leads far, far too much.

But really, the truly terrible thing to think about is what happens after the ball – when they call upon you in the sanctity of your own home, all sorts of love declarations falling from their lips that are much too hyper specific and draw upon knowledge you know you’ve never shared with him. But you must be kind; he’s of higher rank, after all, in a position where a few bad words could ruin your family forever.

It’s just that when he drops to one knee and proposes, it’s difficult to remember your delicate position because he’s managed to find the ring of your dreams, and he’s going on about how he’s had your bedchamber already decorated to fit all your tastes, how he has a wardrobe full of new dresses he’s had custom-fit to you, how he’s already decided that you’re to have a son first, but then all daughters and you’ll name them James, Eleanor, Kathryn, Marta…

And as he embraces you, the hug either much too tight or much too stiff, it’ll feel like a cage locking into place around you. Because really, what can you do? If you try to fight him, he has the wealth and connections to force your family into consenting. And even if your parents refuse to hand you off to a man you clearly despise and fear, it’s not so difficult to spread the rumors about your purity, to claim that he’d witnessed a servant passionately embracing you, that he’d seen you naked in the arms of some butcher’s boy…

It’s your word against his, and oh, isn’t he so kind for still having you after your reputation’s been destroyed? Isn’t he so dreamy and chivalrous for saving you from a life of destitution and outcast? Even if he’s the one to blame for that life in the first place?

And he’ll be so good to you, he promises. He’ll explain each and every aspect of the wedding night, of the consummation of a marriage, showing you exactly how deeply he’s been desiring you, how long he’s been craving you, how many times he’s fucked his fist and been thinking of you you you in those tempting dresses you wear, of those hips that you sway and move like a fucking minx at every dance you attend…

He’ll leave you wanting for nothing – aside from perhaps your freedom, and perhaps your sanity. But he’s sure you’ll learn to love him.

You must, after all.

Specifically the image of a few characters in the traditional regency dress is making me feral - imagine Aizawa, who's known as the reclusive Duke of the area, his public appearances next to none and his temperament difficult to handle. But alas, what's this? A few snarky comments from you - also standing against the ballroom's wall - about the ridiculousness of women's fashion and the discomfort of dancing in heels has him chuckling a bit, your obvious lack of knowledge of his position making him feel oddly seen. And when you find yourself falling into his company at the next ball he's forced to attend, Aizawa decides there's something particularly agreeable about your smile - finding himself wanting to know if your lips taste as good as they look. And when he loses his composure and blurts these words out, don't expect him to cut off contact with you - instead, he'll immediately speak with your father, requesting your hand in marriage and hoping that in time you might learn to forgive his dismissal of your opinion. Perhaps a child would help distract you, yes?

Imagine Rengoku, who's introduced to you by the ball's hostess, Shinobu. Imagine Rengoku, who immediately dances with you and keeps returning to fill up your dance card, that smile blinding as he spends the evening on the dancefloor by your side. Imagine Rengoku, who calls upon you everyday after first meeting you, his visits growing in frequency - sometimes multiple a day - and duration as the weeks drag on. Imagine the way he'll end each visit by grasping your hand in his and giving it a much-too-long kiss, assuring you that it's only taking this long for him to propose to and wed you because he's having an entirely new manor built - one he thinks you'll like a bit more. Nevermind that you don't wish him to continue his visits or leave you alone - do you like floral or patterned wallpapers more?

Imagine Akaashi, who's every woman's dream for both his looks and status. Imagine the way he holds you so delicately as he twirls you, those steel eyes of his practically cutting into you, his mid-dance questions starting off simple and innocent and slowly morphing into something that feels like an interrogation, something that feels too intimate and demanding and strange. Imagine the way he grasps onto your wrist - still gently but firm enough to eliminate your escape - as he guides you towards the refreshments table, insisting that you absolutely must drink something because he's noticed you haven't drunk anything since you arrived nearly an hour ago. But don't mention the fact that you didn't meet until roughly twenty minutes ago - long after you'd walked through the front doors.

Imagine Chrollo, who manages to charm his way into getting you alone with him on the balcony, those dark eyes smoldering as he compliments you. There's something stiff and rehearsed about it, and as you snort and ask him how many women he seduces in a night's work, something clicks in his brain. Imagine the way he doesn't leave your side for an instant after that, glued to your hip and seamlessly managing to evade each and every potential suitor from approaching you. Imagine the way he begins inviting you for long stays at his rather luxurious home, conveniently placing your bedchambers beside his own, spending night after night with his ear pressed against your shared wall and biting his lip as he fists his cock to the sound of you humming to yourself and washing your face with the pale of lukewarm water he'd used first then had the servants bring to you.

[princeblue]

My hot take of the day is the people who make these kinds of jokes about gyomei actually come off across as ableist, he’s a very well accomplished, smart, strong, and fiercely respected and in a position of power man. If anything he’s very good rep for being in a series about fighting demons.

I’ve even seen people diminish his intelligence because of being blind even though he was a whole ass teacher And caretaker. His backstory is shown to tell us that he was perceived as being incapable of defending children and that’s what brought them to their death because they thought a little less of him for something out of his control.

If Gyomei is capable of everything we’ve seen him do, he is more than capable of drawing a pretty picture.

Also as for sanemi it’s just sad as fuck that he doesn’t know how to write because he literally never got to be a child but even then just because you can’t write doesn’t mean you couldn’t DRAW. But pop off ig.