#demon slayer rp

[rui-ayaki-lower5]

(What did Kanae do with Rui's kimono after he changed?)

*Once Rui is hidden in the closet Sugar hops down from the closet and into the room where after closing the closet, she scampers right over to the doorway of the bedroom and takes a seat on the floor. Rui covers his mouth with his hands as the raccoons do their best to conceal him with their small, furry bodies. In a way Sugar saw Rui as one of her own kit's, so it felt natural to her to protect him*

*One quiet night you happen to get the feeling that you are being observed from somewhere by someone with a strong sense of curiosity. Rui was perched in the branches of a nearby tree, watching you. He had yet to actually even see the infamous flower hashira even through his spiders and had only heard about her from other demons that had only caught fleeting glimpses, which on one hand was a good thing he supposed but on the other it had gotten him a bit more curious that usual and had been bothering him like an unreachable itch. He was already quite terrified of the insect hashira after the last raid and getting so deep into her territory was unnerving enough, but from what Rui could tell, Kanae actually seemed rather nice.*

She listened around for the demon that she felt nearby. She didn’t notice any malicious intent so she hoped that she’d be able to redeem and save it. She quietly wandered through the forest before vanishing and appearing next to Rui. “Hello there little on. Are you looking for me?” She smiles kindly at the young boy and inspects his appearance. He didn’t look too strong but looks can be deceiving.

[ask-dancing-fox]

Did anyone else notice this?

The scars are very different. In the first image the scar is considerably larger and more gnarly than in Giyuu's memory. This was the same case in the manga as well.

I believe this was an intentional choice because this is how Sabito really looked vs how GIYUU remembers Sabito. I suppose it could be said Giyuu was remembering through rose tinted glasses to an extent and it's understandable that after having repressed the memory of Sabito for so long some details would be off.

Also, In Giyuu's eyes Sabito's scar wasn't this huge, ugly thing because that didn't matter to Giyuu thus it's apperance being minimalized in his eyes. most people would be put off by that massive 'blemish' but seeing as it's been reduced to such a small detail was really touching in Giyuu's memory. Yes it's there, yes it's a part of Sabito, but Giyuu hardly notices it. All he sees is SABITO.

[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…

[ask-tanjiro-kamado]

Alright hit me* his ready for a fight* use your breathing technique and I'll use mine

*She smiles excitedly and nods* “Alright!”

[rui-ayaki-lower5]

(Rp Starter)

*A smol child was running around in the forest until she suddenly notices Rui up in a tree and waves up at him with a smiley face plastered on the child’s face.*

*Rui had been in the middle of helping a baby raccoon get back to its mama when the swift motion caught his attention and he waved back before doing a double-take, not recognizing the small child. He decided to call out to her* "hello there, are you lost little one?"

[sanemi-the-teach]

I may be bad at maths but I’m good at drawing!

>:3 thoughts?

It looks great, Uzui taught you well, but I have to ask, Is that fucking Shinobu?

[kirikashimizu]

*Milo runs to Kirika and hugs her. Kirika could tell by looking at the tense and scared girl that she had just finished training with Sanemi. Sanemi doesn’t like Milo since she’s a yokai so he uses her fear of him to make her train with him then he overtrains her purposefully*

(Nemi is so mean to the poor lil bby😞💕)

Kirika was startled when she felt someone hug her so suddenly ah- she turns around to see it’s milo

Oh Milo?! What happened? She asks with a worried expression are you ok?

[ask-watanabe-kiyoka]

“Repay him? So actually did bought that for you huh? he asked in firm, and bitterness on his voice “thats a kind gesture from him” he said likee he wants to throw up and punch Giyu, in possibile chances, if he meet hkm

Continuing~~

Kirika sighs I know you both don’t get along so I’ll stop

She tried to change the topic so should I try the socks on? Looks at him excitedly

(Where my muikiyo gone again?? 😔)

He nodded and watches her walk, the slit making her legs show up a bit as he gulps down, and remembers “why would Tomioka even buy you that?” He snorts bitterly, “it’s quite revealing,” he mumbles while Kirika goes to try the socks

(Willl add them soon!😆)

[crescent-blades]

"Everyone's carrying something that matters. You just don't realize when you're carrying it. It's only after it slips out of your hand that you realize how heavy it was in the first place. So many times I thought that I'd never carry a load like that ever again. And yet, before I realized it, I was carrying it again. I'd feel so much better if I just got rid of it. But I just can't bring myself to do it."

Was all this power really worth it? 

Once again, this question would loom in his mind, a contemplation that had now become his constant companion. All this immense strength he had fought so hard to attain was once a singular desire of his heart—it was the only thing that truly mattered to him; it was the only thing that would truly bring him peace. To become the strongest samurai in the land—a dream he had envisioned ever since he was a child. It was a weight that he carried ever since he was young. 

—Everyone carries something that matters. 

With each passing day, he fought against his own limitations; with every sunrise, he pushed himself further, extending his limits. Fractured bones, damaged muscle fibre, and the splinters and abrasions on his delicate hands gradually transformed into an increased muscle mass and rough callouses that now marked him. The repetitive motion of swinging the shinai, day in and day out, became a ritual, all in pursuit of a glimpse of that elusive power.    

The days would soon pass by, dragging on slowly, taking away his youth and turning him into a man who would eventually get married. All the duties that would now be placed on his shoulders, as he had now finally attained what he had long desired. This power.. everything he had worked for—as he ascended to a position of authority, commanding even those seasoned warriors who had once been his superiors. All this power.. that had drawn the gaze of rival lords and samurai, each one eager to claim his head. All this power that the commoners had learnt to fear throughout the generations; instinctively parting ways and bowing before him. All this power— 

And he sacrificed it all for more.

Soon, all of his burdens, his obligations—all this weight slipped away through his fingers like fine sand carried off by a gust of wind. He had achieved everything he had ever yearned for. As his six eyes surveyed the fallen swordsmen at his feet, their bodies sprawled across the ground—lifeless; only one remained, clutching a black blade, standing before him in complete solitude. Another lay marked for death by his blade. He was truly untouchable. The relentless struggle for power had now come to an end. 

No one could rival his might; he stood alone at the summit, like a solitary wolf among a herd of sheep. In this ruthless game, he walked a path devoid of allies or equals, for anyone who dared to approach him would inevitably disappear. And he would remain untouchable for many years to come..

For countless years and centuries, he would seek the finest warriors, travelling far and wide to seek the strongest within the lands. However, engaging them in combat felt like crushing ants. Yet still, day after day, he relentlessly pursued them, pulling time along in his wake, biding his moments until they reached their zenith. He even took it upon himself to train some of these warriors, nurturing their skills only to ultimately take their lives, all in the pursuit of an ounce of thrill, a worthy challenge, and soon—  

He knew that he was carrying that weight all over again.

A weight he had placed upon himself—a burden he understood would lift if only he could let it go. Time and again, he found himself reflecting on this, disappinted yet again as he clutched the entangled hair of the beheaded swordsman in his palm—weak, just like the rest. Just another offering to present his lord as was customary, as he found himself pondering once more—

 Was all this power.. really worth it?   

[iron-embers]

Listen….it’s great to have badass OCs and all….but it’s even better when said OCs can equally have their complete dumbass moment.

This is what happens when @bloodbladesanddemons goads me into pursuing more of my dumb doodles of Isane reacting to Saigo all dressed up. Isane is canonically a dumbass, and now you shall see it in video form😂🤣

Hope ya like and stay tuned

[shinjuro-rengoku-ask]

You have the rizz of Uzui Tengen

“What does this even mean? Have I caught some disease from that man?”

[flamboyances]

❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘. 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀̲𝐍̲𝐘̲𝐎̲𝐍̲𝐄̲ 𝐄̲𝐋̲𝐒̲𝐄̲. 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.⠀ ⠀⸻       a former shinobi that rejects and battles against the values that were instilled in him during his childhood and carries conflict and quandaries inside himself. a flamboyant individual with a little god complex that swore duty to the corps of the demon slayer.

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𝐡𝐞 [ ... ] 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. ⠀⸻       an independent, crossover friendly & headcanon based portrayal of tengen uzui from koyoharu gotouge's demon slayer. please click the read more.

⠀ ⠀changes towards tengen's canon storyline : in the anime / manga, he has three wives. i do not consider them his wives, but extremely close companions that he sees as family. generally, i portray tengen after the entertainment district arc, but he did not lose his arm and eye. he's fully healed and not in retirement. i also aged tengen up a little. in the anime, he is 23, but i portray him as 27.

⠀ ⠀important ooc info : dni if you and / or your muse are under 21. slow activity. me posting and reblogging does NOT equal me being active in terms of writing. please have some patience with me. i prefer english and in character conversations, but of course i don't mind german either. i am reading the manga, but am not finished yet. i won't post spoilers though.

[ask-obanai-iguro]

*earlier on in the night while walking home from a mission, you happen to spot an unusually large set of rabbit ears poking out of a berry briar on the side of the path which rustles quietly as who or what is inside of the briar seems to be trying to get loose. What would you like to do?*

Obanai stops and looks at the briar. The large ears aren't from any typical rabbit he knew of. He squints as Kaburamaru tastes the air in interest.

"...Is it stuck?" He asks, pulling out a knife to squat and cut at the thick brush...

[uchu-no-bashira]

Please, take these unsolicited photo's of Gyomei Himejima

[ask-tanjiro-kamado]

* 15 minutes later of beating each other upI was all beat up my chest are red I'm all sweaty I can't catch my breath and after I gave 15 chops ( which basically means getting slapped on the chest ) the fight is still going which I'm gonna finish him off* ARE YOU DONE YET ARE YOU GONNA GIVE UP HUH !?!?

*Inosuke heaved* “NEVER!!!” *He yelled and pounced on you once more*

[rui-ayaki-lower5]

(For some reason my tumblr was acting up and it woulfn't let me reblog the reply huhu)

"Ah, deathly pale.. wait a minute." He crosses his arms over his chest, looking down at the grass that the four of them stood on. He recalls a certain stranger

"Like that guy in a hat from.. whats it called again? Asakusa? He seemed pale, but I didn't comment on it. Besides, he looked like he was going somewhere important and I was bothering him by asking questions, ehe.."

(Ah gotcha its all good tumblrs been acting goofy)

(Continued from)

*Rui could not be completely certain about who Venti was referring to, but he had a pretty good idea...* "It is hard to say, there are a lot of boys and men in Asakusa and over half of them wear a hat of some sort...and it is the city so people of higher status tend to live around there and according to my mother there is some kind of trend going around those who are well off enough to live in the city; where they make themselves as pale as possible on purpose to make it look like they are wealthy enough to not have to work..." *Rui explained trying to subtly dissuade Venti from potentially doing something reckless.*