#demon slayer rp blog

[rui-ayaki-lower5]

*Rui smiles softly* "mhm, shes just a bit sleepy" *Rui gently pets the cats as they are set to the side before they scamper to the hatch. He looks up curiously and also a bit excitedly* "You like mochi too? Mochi's one of my favorite sweets, can i have some t- oh right" *he blushes brightly, for a moment he had forgotten that demons and human food dont mix* "I nearly forgot...oh well..." *Star chirps softly as the raccoon's walk back to the hatch empty-pawed having found everything in the kitchen has gone bad and thus tossed it outside. Before exiting the room Rui grabbed a small burlap bag and he places his costumes and his pet's costumes in it*

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"I should hope so...They actually inspired me to try to be better..." *Perhaps an excited student presenting their latest project to their teachers might be more accurate of a comparison? He points to the sword-loss-preventative attachment before explaining it* "With this one, one end will attach to either the guard or handle of the sword, whichever one works best and the other end will attach to the slayer uniforms belt-loops. It will also be stretchy enough to stretch the users entire arm-span without the snap-back effect hindering the effectiveness of the users swing" *He pauses for a moment and looks at the two with a slightly confused expression* "I really don't mean to...just spiders are so effective at what they do and webbing has so many uses...and I do not really know how else to help...As for talking about using these with your master, the other hashira and the weaker slayers; that would probably be for the best...considering these could very well be essentials once muzan makes his next move..."

(holy mother of the gods, the queens and holy freaking shit tumblr is driving me up one side of the crazy tree and down the other)

She smiles softly. She couldn’t wait to bring Tanjiro and Nezuko over to see him. She knew it’d make all of their day just to see each other. She holds her sister close as she watches his little presentation with excitement. “Hm….it might make more sense to see it in action I’m a little confused on how this might work sorry.” She wanted to understand him so bad because he seemed so happy but it was still a little confusing. She sighs. “Yea it’s just that I don’t want to overwork all of you since I know you’re still so small and your spiders are too. The hashira are pretty strong so we won’t need it as much as the younger slayers but I’ll still discuss it with them.”

Shinobu agrees with her. “Yea it’s better for them to try it out first just incase something doesn’t work right. Also they definitely need any help than can get based off how terribly the training is going.”

[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?"

[crescent-blades]

Is this you? :0

"Hmm.."

"I.. do not look like that.."

[beautifulfire]

*you hear a loud thumping in your closet and something akin to a cat's hiss*

Akuma was tidying her room up a bit and quickly turned her head to the sound...❝Eh...?❞ she tilts her head curiously, dropping whatever she was doing to slowly open the closet.

[gilded-sunrays]

[Continued: @cursetopia2]

Yoriichi felt a sense of familiarity from Fumiko. He could tell that she was physically about the same age, and her protective manner of speaking—it moved something within him. Her stubbornness, her concern for his well-being, and her rather tough personality—Michikatsu. 

A wave of nostalgia washed over him. Fumiko bore such a striking resemblance to his own elder brother.. someone he had once looked up to .. someone who he held so dear.. 

Yoriichi nodded as a soft and warm smile graced his features for the first time. 

"I see.. then, thank you.." 

Yoriichi noticed Onri's antics, and despite his expression remaining as impassive as ever, he couldn't help but feel a slight sense of amusement. 

It had been a while, and he knew that at this day and age, his child too would be around Onri's age. Jurai and Sumiyoshi were people who he had been there for him during his own tough times, and he had grown to feel a sense of a familial bond towards them. He believed his own family would have shared similar sentiments. Uta, Suyako, and Etsuho with their passion for cooking; alongside Onri, Sumire, and his own child— 

Yoriichi was a man with little words himself, and although he was deeply grateful for the care and thoughtfulness shown to him, he understood that he was likely nothing more than a burden to them—-

...It was perhaps.. best not to dwell on such thoughts any further..  

Yoriichi expressed his gratitude with a slight bow as he settled into his seat, taking out his katana and placing it on the ground to the side. The delightful aroma of the pork buns and soup permeated the air, and the food was exceptional as always. Despite his remarkable self-discipline, the sight of such appetising dishes after such a long time stirred a sense of impatience within him.  

"Ah, thank you.. for the food." 

Contrary to his impatient inner feelings, Yoriichi took a measured first sip of the soup, his eyes widening ever so slightly in pleasant surprise. It was.. delicious. He continued to savour each spoonful, quickly finishing the entire bowl of miso soup.  

"The food was amazing as always.. I enjoyed it thoroughly."  

Yoriichi refrained from taking the pork buns, choosing instead to allow the children to savour them rather than taking them away. 

Getting up, Yoriichi grabbed his katana and positioned it at his waist.  

"I sincerely appreciate the meal, Etuho, Jurai. But I think it is time for me to take my leave; I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome.."

[ask-tokito-muichiro]

Patches says hello. Greet him back or else.

• • •

*brief pause*

Hello, pupper

*is much more of a bird person but nevertheless, said bird being Ginko glaring judgementally on his shoulder*

[bugzheadquarter]

Anyone out there who role plays as any uppermoons. Cause I'm in the mood to have my hashira oc encounter an uppermoon

An uppermoon who preferably has stripes and wears pink

Who has a martial arts based blood art

Who has beautiful golden eyes with 3 written in them

[official-butterfly-sisters]

🌸 "So... we hid in a bush late at night and talked..." 🌸

[askkanataigarashi]

Hey! It's nice to meet you, my name's Kanata Igarashi!

Wait, who am I? Oh I'm a demon slayer 😁 I started a little over a year ago. After finding out the corps existed and all, I just decided to join because...well, why not? Besides, there's more good I can do for the world than my same old life, day in and day out 😊

Oh, what do I look like? Easy!

Heh, pretty cool right? An awesome friend, @larz-barz drew this portrait of me and not to brag but I look pretty good 😉

What else 🤔... I mean, I've got a nice family but I try not to talk about them much cuz of the, well, demons duh. I really love traveling and seeing everything, meeting everyone, but I kinda wish they could come with me sometimes; I definitely try my best to stop in as much as I can to see them :)

Food? Hmm..I like a bit of everything to be honest. Can't stand cooking but if I had to pick a favorite, it's GOT to be my mom's pork cutlets. As for everything else, if it's on my plate I'll eat it basically (but seriously please don't make me cook).

My friends and I sometimes clash cuz they're always riding me to train harder *cough* Amari *cough* but I wanna explore the arts more; painting, writing, dancing, that kind of stuff. Maybe when the demons are gone, you'll see me in the papers someday😉

I think that's it for me though, see ya! 😄

~Character Summary~

Age: 19

Pronouns: he/him

Height: 5'10

Rank: Kinoe

Race: Human

Breathing Technique: Water Breathing (beginning) -> Storm Breathing

First Form: Cyclone- A quick twist of the torso that summons a powerful wind storm and has the power to blast multiple weak demons to pieces. Can be mastered and strengthened to take on a lower level Upper Rank singlehandedly coupled with extreme stamina and battle strategy.

Second Form: Ferocious Winter- Swinging swords across/in front of the user in an ‘X’ form. This summons icy winds and blizzard like conditions to provide cover and hide from the enemy, either for an opportunity to attack or escape.

Third Form: Divine Light- A violent cascade of lightning strikes to attack a group of low level demons. The lightning can also be absorbed and manipulated through the users weapon, which allows the strike of the beheading to be amplified in power; this can be used to fight upper level demons.

Fourth Form: Earthquake- A head on attack that requires the most force behind it. Every step taken towards the demon opens fissures into the earth that any enemy can and will fall into. Straightforward strike but the user can twist their body to dodge enemy attacks.

Fifth Form: Total Devastation- A quick series of lightning flashes followed by a dry forest fire to help trap demons and enemies. Can not be used during any precipitous weather and has limited range.

Sixth Form: Thunderous Eruption- Used in hand with Earthquake, this form produces magma and lava from the open fissures in the ground, creates a much higher risk scenario to defeat demons but much more effective against upper levels.

Seventh Form: Tidal Waves- A flood of wisteria infused water in the form of a tsunami that allows the user to drown or flood out multiple enemies, or condense it to overpower an upper level demon. This weakens the demons for actual combat.

Family: Keiji (Father), Nilou (Mother), Sora (sister, 15); Ryūko (sister, 12); Sulien (brother, 12)

Likes: art and music, dancing, dandelions, shopping

Dislikes: cooking, laundry, reading

Relationship Status: Single/Secret Admirer

Impressions:

[warringwarrioridiot]

“I told you I'd find a way to save you from Hell, my Dear.”

[wildfire317s-oc-box]

*Nijiko caws quietly and allows you to pet her, her feathers shimmering slightly. Tsuki tilts her head to the side confusedly, she has never met a grownup with a fear of spider's before* "Eh? How so? They're just like kitties but smaller and with a few extra eyes and legs instead of a tail" *she asks, not yet noticing her cousin Kiki's lightly questioning side-eye. Tsuki didn't really find it ridiculous, more so a bit baffling, she didn't think grownups were scared of anything that wasn't extremely dangerous. She liked muichiro well enough, she ran into him every now and then and he was a decent enough friend. She was used to getting wisteria powder flung at her by easily spooked slayers and worse from the human towns that are familiar with demons* "it's alright, im fairly used to people being a but jumpy...the towns that are familiar with demons are worse..." *a look of startled embarrassment and a faint blush crosses her face, she was rarely this vulnerable with people and had not meant to let that slip...* "Anyway- ....I can understand that I would rather not accidentally worry anyone or draw unnecessary attention so it sounds like that may be for the best" *she changed the subject and quickly moved onto the next, something that she had picked up from Rui when she was younger as he tended to accidentally say to much and spoil the endings to books he was letting her read*

*A red fox with a camellia flower red collar and a messenger bag scampers up to you before barking softly to get your attention, perhaps the little creature has something for you?*

She looks down at the smaller creature with a gentle smile. “Hello there little one how can I help you today?” She reaches her hand down slowly to let the little fox sniff her and get her scent.

[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.*

[crescent-blades]

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[ask-spider-mother-kny]

You... you're Rui's mom right...?

“Indeed, I am.”

[gilded-sunrays]

[Continued: @Clemymimi]

Yoriichi was an unwanted child. From the day he and his brother were born, both of their destinies had already been decided. It didn't matter if they were twins, that only a few minutes separated them from their birth; it didn't matter that the same blood ran within them—all of this held no significance, for they were destined to live completely different lives. Their fates had been sealed. 

They both were raised differently and instructed to avoid even glancing at one another. Yoriichi would be raised as a commoner, worse as he was stripped away from all the nurturing love that every child craved, as he found solace only in the care of his ailing mother and the distant whispers of the servants who tended to his basic needs.

It was something he had grown used to, however. But his brother, in contrast, was treated as the exact opposite—groomed to inherit a legacy. He'd be given all the attention as he'd receive proper nutritious meals and high-class clothes, some specifically tailored for him, along with a proper, comprehensive education and rigorous training. He was taught to ignore the younger, to look down on him, for he was inferior and unworthy of his attention. They both were worlds apart. 

Yet still, despite all that, he can vividly recall the days when his brother would come to visit him in that cramped, stifling room. He would make sure that his younger twin was well fed, sharing some of his own food; he'd often sneak away with him to the well to wash his face and comb his hair. He even offered his own toys for Yoriichi to play with. He remembers how their father used to scold him and slap him whenever he'd do so, lecturing him not to pamper the younger. But still, he'd evaded his father's eyes and continued to take care of his younger twin. Once, he had even crafted a small flute during his leisure time and gifted it to Yoriichi:  

"Here, blow this whenever you need help.."—

Although his kindness was something Yoriichi deeply valued, it was something that had often confused him as well. Michikatsu was far better than him. He was a son who embodied everything their family valued, and Yoriichi was nothing in front of him—he was unwanted in this home. So why did his brother shower him with such unconditional kindness? They were two sides of the same coin, yet their differences could not have been more pronounced.  

They both were worlds apart. From their clothes to their hair, the food they ate, where they'd sleep—everything was different. One was a shadow, timid, and lifeless, while the other radiated vitality, chearful, and unrestrained. One had been destined for neglect, abandoned to the solitude of a nearby temple while the other would be raised to be the heir of a formidable clan. One would be weak, pitiful—a bachelor in a bind—and the other would be his hero, his idol—

—"Big brother will come right away." 

 He had vowed to be his guardian—his protector. He had promised to always look after him and shield him from any danger that dared to approach, no matter what—

—But the gods had other plans for them..

Their lives always managed to twist and contort into something entirely else.

The memories of those days linger vividly in his mind when he once accompanied his ill mother, gently assisting her, offering his support on her left, while his gaze was often drawn to his older brother. There, in the sun-drenched yard, his brother practiced with a wooden sword, accompanied by the family's loyal vassal. He'd observe as hed make each swing, muscles, bones, and tendons working together to deliver the most powerful strike. It was in those moments, watching his brother—his hero—master the art of combat, that a spark of fascination ignited within him, a desire to follow in his formidable footsteps.   

A faint snap of a twig as he continued observing his brother concealed behind a tree, his face as impassive as ever. The mentor stood nearby, encouraging the younger to take a chance, insisting that Michikatsu pass the wooden sword to him. The very moment Michikatsu had handed over that sword to him—the very moment that Yoriichi accepted the sword and held it in his hands—an act so simple yet profound—was the moment that would settle their fates forever. It was as if they had unknowingly inked a silent contract with fate itself-

It was at that moment their fates would be sealed.

—And it was that moment, when Yoriichi would have bested their mentor, landing precise blows on every vital point of that man's body within a blink of an eye as he'd fall to the ground, unconscious and unmoving.  

..He really didn't mean to..  

Within a blink of an eye, before Yoriichi himself could fully comprehend the unfolding events—he just took one small step, and his body had seemed to act independently thereafter, propelling him into multiple powerful strikes... It was clear that he was born a warrior, that he was born to kill.   

Yet despite all that, his heart lay not in the art of the sword. The feeling of hitting someone, the feeling of wielding such immense power and ysing it against another human being—it all felt wrong.. 

So wrong.. 

"One day.. this boy will unleash chaos upon our entire clan!" 

No.. He didn't deserve all this strength. Someone like him wasn't suited to wield so much power. In fact, someone like him didn't even deserve to hold a sword. He was just some pitiful boy and nothing more. 

Raised in a household that taught him he was nothing more than a pitiful creature, the sudden wave of admiration he received felt like a burden far too heavy for someone like him. All this power didn't suit him at all; it was as if the gods themselves had conspired to place a crown of thorns upon his head. It was all.. too much..

He didn't want it.. He didn't want any attention from anyone at all..

He just wanted to disappear. He just wanted to disappear from this world—   

..He just wanted to be.. simple.. 

..But he couldn't have that either.. 

His fate was already sealed.

Soon hed run, clutching the flute his elder brother gave him. Tears blurred his vision as he sprinted toward the distant horizon. Uncertainty loomed over him; he had no idea where his feet would lead him or what awaited him in the unknown. He was aware of the dangers of this harsh, blood-stained world, but he didn't care much about that—

"Here, blow this whenever you need help."  "Big brother will come right away."    

Clutching the flute in his hands—his brother—he'd envision him as he ran, sprinting forward; he could almost see the smile on his elder brother's face, the warmth of his hand wrapping around his own. The fear of the looming threats and dangers in this land suddenly seemed to go away, as he knew his brother would always protect him, just as he promised—-  

Whenever something bad would happen, whenever any danger would arise, whenever he was about to be attacked—he'd simply take out and play this flute because he knew—-

That his brother would come and save him right away

"It's a promise.."

Yoriichi kneeled before his elder, his gaze fixed on the ground, heavy with sorrow. The acrid scent of blood and the scent of death hung thick in the air as countless samurai lay sprawled across the ground beside them, lifeless. He felt the weight of failure pressing down on him; he was not able to save them. Once again, he was late.     

"Therein lies no necessity for your misdirected expression of regret, Yoriichi."

A deep, commanding voice resonated through the air, pulling his gaze upward to see the figure before him. The man in front of him was almost a stranger now, with heavy armour and broad shoulder plates, which seemed to amplify his already imposing presence. Face with a prominent jawline along with a stubble, similar to his own; long, spiky hair covered in his subordinate's blood. It was hard to reconcile this fierce warrior with the boy he once knew—the boy who had looked out for him with such tenderness. This was the same young boy who once used to gently brush his hair each day, this was the same young boy who would once tell him many stories-—  

—The same boy who had once promised to protect him now was the one in need of protection..

"I do not have 'misdirected' regrets, dear brother.. I do regret not arriving sooner to assist you and your men.." 

Yoriichi spoke, as his own voice had grown deep over the years. It carried a stoic quality, almost monotone, yet beneath the surface, a trace of sorrow lingered. Each of these men had families—wives and children who would be eagerly waiting for their return, only for them to ultimately realise that they would never come back. It ached—so many lives lost just because of his own shortcomings.

"It is abundantly obvious that you are conscious of the nature of the being that has deemed to release an attack on my men. Considering the nature of my closely averted demise, I would classify it as within my right to request a more substantial explanation."

The sophistication of his language reflected a refined nature, matching a demeanor of his own. Yoriichi observed that as the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat settled into a steady cadence, he could see him taking deep breaths, quickly regaining his composure. It was incredible. Such mental fortitude was something that admittedly, lacked in Yoriichi, as he was a lot more.. 'tender-hearted'. The deaths of all his subordinates he knew just a few moments ago would likely be chatting, planning for the future, only to witness their sudden, brutal demise unfold right before his eyes in mere seconds. 

 He nodded slowly "These creatures..'demons' are man eating creatures.. They prey on the innocent and devour them." 

Yoriichi's gaze fell on his brother, his blessed eyes meticulously searching for any signs of injury. He noted the tension in the muscles, particularly around the ankle, where the ligament on the back appeared to be slightly damaged. Yet he recognised that his brother was likely grappling with shock on a subconscious level beneath the surface. Out of compassion, Yoriichi decided to withhold the specifics of his injuries, not wishing to burden his brother with further stress. 

"I believe it would be more appropriate to continue our discussion at a later time. It is quite late, and I recognise that you might be feeling fatigued. Allow me to take you to my house, dear brother. You can rest at my place for the night, and we can arrange a proper burial for your subordinates tomorrow."

He slowly turned around, extending his arms backwards, signalling for his brother to climb on. His house was nearly a mountain away, and the journey would take a while. Forcing his injured brother to walk all that way would be unkind, particularly since he was still likely dealing with shock and exhaustion. He didn't want his brother to push himself further— he was the only family he had left. It would be far more fitting for Yoriichi to carry him home, taking care of his needs. To protect him.   

—The same young boy, who had once promised to protect him, was now the one in need of protection. Their roles had completely reversed. Their duties, their promises, everything. But most importantly—  

—The shackles of fate that had once bound them had shattered.   

[ask-tokito-muichiro]

WHY DO YOU HAVE A GUN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

The Wolf’s little brother let me borrow this of his many. What does it exactly do?