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[slayersaided]

@fcxblossom​  liked  for  a  ONE-LINER !

                             ❝  Oh  ,  that  was  many  years  ago  .  .  .    ❞

[embitea-official]

Commission Showcase 2020: KnY OC -- Ubuyashiki Youko

*** Commissioner & Owner: @fcxblossom

I have to admit it, I may have used Ubuyashiki Kagaya for some reference. Youko’s reddish-brown sash just so happens to resemble his belt, too, with the exception that it’s covered with the ribbon and bell rope.

I’ve still got another reference sheet for this OC regarding her former occupation, so stay tuned for that! I’ll make sure to link it here once available. ☆⌒（ ゝω・）

[glicinae]

@fcxblossom​ said: ❛ My hope for you: when you’re looking back years from now, you’ll be able to say the same. ❜ (for Tanjiro) *   THE   MAZE   RUNNER    FILM    TRILOGY     PROMPTS   . || accepting.

her words freeze the time around him—and for a couple of seconds all he can do is stare at her and blink; sinking in the feeling that starts gleaming in his claret eyes. a wonder. his smile grows broad and blissful and free of what has happened to him until now. every little episode in his story that could have made him think otherwise.

“ AH! ubuyashiki-san truly is that kind! thank you so much! “ the kid exclaims before turning to the sky; quiet. the burning colors of a day gone by. “ i… honestly, i don’t know if there’s something i want more than that. other than... making sure nezuko goes back to who she was, of course! but—in ten years, OR EVEN MORE! in twenty, THIRTY years from now, i still want to feel this happy about the friends and ALL the things i’ve seen and learned in these last months. hopefully—while still having them around me, that is! “ 

and as his dream fades into the air, tanjiro thinks of his family and what’d they say if they heard him now. would they approve? how proud they’d be of him? if anything, wherever they were, he hoped they were smiling right now. peacefully. 

“ OH! but i should wish something for you too, shouldn’t i? aaah, what could it be…? uhm… “

[solisfated]

⎡ @fcxblossom​ asked: ‘regress’ | send ‘regress’ to meet my muse as a child | accepting (selectively, for sanemi) ✹

The young boy stared up, wide-eyed and slightly suspicious at her presence. He didn’t remember how he came to be here, wherever here was, and he certainly didn’t remember her face. Sanemi looked at his empty hands and wondered where Genya was, or anyone else. He didn’t go into the town without one or more of his siblings in tow often. 

Oh, the bliss of being unaware, the short memory of a blood demon art that twisted and bent his form on the fringes of his mind unaccessible to him yet. Sanemi will surely scream, thrash and drown in his anger when the truth comes back to him, but for now, small hands seek to grasp what his heart wishes to lead him to. 

❝ Uh, hey lady, ❞ the boy asks, ❝ Did you see another kid around? He’s short and got small hands. Hair’s all puffed up. ❞

[ofthemountainshrine]

@fcxblossom | 

A warm day had given way to a cool evening. Layers of fabric kept them warm against the breeze sweeping down from the mountain. It wasn’t often the demon walked so near to the road, but they found themself there while following the ambling chase of two young foxes. As a precaution, their tails and ears were hidden from sight though their presence still brushed aside twigs and leaves. 

Something drew the foxes’ attentions, pausing their playful yips and rustlings. Aoiyasu paused as well. They listened to the air in the trees only to breathe deep and nearly cough. A hand moved to cover the disgusted twist of their face.

They remembered loving flowers. Lounging in fields in bloom and waking up to the fading smell of flowers folded between sheets. But there were some that they no longer enjoyed. The morning glories as they opened to the sun, and the heavy boughs of wisteria that made their gut churn. There was no wisteria on the mountain. Well over 400 years and never once had they found any. Yet the faint scent of it found them now. 

Curiosity got the better of them, and bare feet lead them towards the road. Their ears caught what their sense of smell missed. A lone traveler with the quiet shift of several layers just hiding the familiar tap of a sheath and sword. A slayer. Fur rose at the realization but they forced themself to calm. The disguise was still in tact, and they had no reason to assume a demon lurked in the woods. Still, they wanted information.

“Out so late on your own?” They asked, stepping casually from among the trees with a friendly smile, “You still have a ways until the village.”

[kyoanikis]

⎡ @fcxblossom​ asked: 🍎 Our muses going apple picking | autumn prompts 🍂 | accepting! ✹

▷▷▷ 🍎 Our muses going apple picking

❝ YOUKO-SAN! YOUKO-SAN! I can climb to the highest branch to get the apples that touch the sky! Watch this! ❞ Kyōjurō, with his apple sack tied tightly around his middle, grabs ahold of the tree trunk like a bear and begins to hoist himself up the sturdy truck. He’s shorter for his age, so the tree can bear his weight, and he doesn’t think twice about breaking his mold. 

It is silly, it is childish, to indulge in such an act, but...Kyōjurō is a child. Sometimes, he forgets it himself, being the one to care for the Rengoku house and raise his little brother all by himself while he tiptoes around their father, so deep in his liquor and grief that the boy doesn’t think he will ever climb out again. He misses his dad, the man who would come home with a bright smile and pick him up in a tight hug, who would train with him and Senjurō until sunset and Ruka called them inside to eat together. He misses his mother, her words to him his driving motivation for everything he does. Life for the young boy was difficult, but he bore it with a strong face and a smile, because that is the kind of person he wanted to be. He had to, for Senjurō. 

But. 

Sometimes, when Youko came to visit, with her soft aura and calming voice, Kyōjurō could let go and be a child again. These days were rare for him, but something about it recharged his heart in a way he didn’t know he needed. 

Calloused hands, rough from hours upon hours of swordsmanship practice, gifted him ease of climbing. Reaching the tall parts of the apple tree was a breeze. Kyōjurō cautiously reached for the highest apple he could, snapping it away from the branch before looking back down at Youko with a grin. ❝ SEE! This one will be the sweetest apple! ❞

[nycttophilic]

@fcxblossom​ 🖤’d~

The young demon slayer was currently practicing her forms in the courtyard of the Butterfly Estate. She enjoyed the peace and quite that the setting brought, especially since it was far from the loud Inosuke and Zenitsu. It brought a peace that she required for this kind of training, trying to learn to breathe deeper and learn about her strange new breathing style. 

Nezuko slowly breathed in and out as she tightly gripped the hilt of her blade. In...out...in...out... She began to slowly recite the dance she remembered seeing her father perform, not at all fast like she would have to do in battle, but just to try and remember what it is that he did. 

The demon slayer could sense another’s presence, so she opened her eyes and relaxed. Pink orbs glanced over to her company, not recognizing this new face. “Hello? Can I help you?”

[huboaris]

“  can’t you stop running for one second?  ”

“Of course I can! But why would I? It’s a good day for training.” He shouts, very much still running. His voice doesn’t even sound out of breath, despite the fact that he’s been at it for probably a couple hours now. “Today’s an endurance day, stopping would defeat the purpose. I’m gonna run until the sun sets!” Or until he passes out from physical exhaustion or the dizziness of running in tight circles every time he has to talk to someone. One of those things.

[fuyuonee-a]

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES [accepting] [x]

@fcxblossom​ 

She said it so easily, as  if there were nothing to fear. Nezuko didn’t harbor any ill will towards the older woman, but she just had that moment every teenager seems to have. (How can you possibly understand?)

Her kindness won first, and she looked up from her zori, no longer seeming to find them particularly interesting. They were the same ones from when she left the mountain. Pink straps, sandy brown soles.

“Thank you, but... it’s alright. I’m the eldest daughter. I can handle it.” She didn’t feel that sentiment all the way through.

[thevcssel-a]

@fcxblossom​ asked:                  “ aren’t you tired? “ @ Kimetsu no Yaiba ver.   ||     ✎

The demon they just fought, one that promised a rather challenging fight, disappeared into ash as Yuuji stands back up. He rubs his face of blood, the demon had gotten him with one of it’s attacks, but he was able to get close enough to disarm it while Youko gave the finishing blow. He huffs, inserting the fiery red blade back into the sheath on his hip. 

❝     Tired?     ❞     He gives a cheeky grin.     ❝     I’m alright! Come on, let’s go help those who were injured by this demon.     ❞

[errantinfinity]

@fcxblossom​ asked ; 🍫 w/ Mitsuri !

pocky day | no longer accepting

─── ❝ For me? Thank you! ❞ Mitsuri takes a pocky stick with a warm smile, and nibbles on it delicately. ─── ❝ These are lovely! I’ll have to pick something up for you next time. ❞

[hotarugaricafe]

Watching her mentor take steps out under direct sunlight almost looked ethereal in itself. Then again, it might have also just been the tears giving her vision something like a bloom effect. Umbra brought a sleeve to her eyes, and soon she was back to her stoic self, the transition so quick it may as well indicate something unhealthy. After all, there wasn't any time for tears. The sooner she can develop her skills, the sooner her brother's string of murders will end.

"Breathing exercises..." Umbra mindlessly parroted the suggestion with the nod of her head. Youko must have first wanted to focus on meditation. It was either that, or she wanted to evaluate every detail in her tsugoku's form. At the question, though, she couldn't help to answer with a subtle hint of confusion. "I.. I do. It's what we all first learn to do in order to briefly increase our stamina and strength. With Total Concentration Breathing, we're able to go against demons and perform the various forms of a breathing style, even if it's for just a short periods at a time."

hotarugaricafe​:

… Warm. Youko’s touch was so gentle and warm. The contact alone gave negative thoughts a pause in Umbra’s mind. Her frustrations went quiet, and her ears took in all the tenderness woven into her new mentor’s voice. It might take some getting used to when it comes to addressing Youko in a more casual fashion, even if this was a personal request by Her Lady herself. To think of her like a friend—something she’s never had before… Or maybe even as family—a concept so fragmented in her mind.

..It felt so weird. All this stuff felt so foreign to her. It felt like there were things conditioned into her way of thinking, things she forced upon herself just so she wouldn’t give in so easily to the ruthlessness of the world. She.. in a way, must have also hardened her heart, just so she wouldn’t perish like her sister…

“..Okay..” Slowly, but surely, all unbeknownst to her, Umbra will change from this point on. She picked up her blade and stood up on her feet, all while ignoring the blurring vision and moisture that rolled off her straining face.

Hopefully, she’ll do things right with this second chance.

As much as she wanted to dote on her protégé, she had to remind herself that they were a strong individual and wouldn’t be here today had they not been. So instead, Youko gave Umbra a small nod as a silent motion of comfort before slowly moving off from the wooden platform where she previous stood and making her way onto the small white rocks that filtered across her yard. Sunlight poured down onto her form as soon as the roofing no longer able to provide its cooling shade. Her skin, now touched by the suns embrace, felt more lax and energized compared to prior. She’d always felt more alive whilst outside in the fresh air compared to being cooped inside her home. While it wasn’t too often that she would stay at her estate, during those times, it often felt as if the days dragged by. In a way, Youko was grateful for the chance to train a tsugoku‒ she was more than willing to help Umbra, yet in the end, it also helped her when it came to staying active and alert.

“ I think some breathing exercises will be good to begin with. ” Youko hummed softly. It was a good method to begin waking the muscles and reflexes of an individuals body, especially for those who had not practiced to hone their skills often such as herself. Though, she’d be lying if she had said she’d completely retired from her sword, even before taking somebody under her wing. “ You do know Total Concentration Breathing, no? ”

[glicinae]

@fcxblossom​ said: There's no guarantee we’ll make it back from this. ❜ (for Sanemi) *   THE   MAZE   RUNNER    FILM    TRILOGY     PROMPTS   . || accepting .

adamant gaze refuses to take a distance from the sight beyond his window. he is thinking, or—less than that, maybe only traveling over the different shapes that such a long journey can offer, fixing on the way the trees turn to nothing turn to mountains he has never seen from up close; never wanted to either. and—while her company in the cabin is not entirely undesired ( if anything, concerning. less to do with what she can do and more with who she is related to, if that offered some understanding on the situation ) sanemi can’t entirely distance himself from what she said and everything that that implied. he is not more positive about it either, not with the reports that they received concerning the threat that their target represents. still—

“ there’s always that, isn’t it? “. not a lot more of emotion or remorse attached to his words. not absolutely happy about it either, it was just how things worked for them. and yet—there’s something that doesn’t feel good about this, something... that doesn’t quite fit in how he understands their positions. he turns, crossed arms over his chest and a visible frown that always seemed to be there. a pause. “ which makes me wonder—why send you if that would be the case? “ and he means it—when he refers to himself as something that could be replaced ( lay his life for a cause he deeply believes in, he wouldn’t mind that to be honest ), and even more, when he thinks of her as something too important to be risked.

someone whose life he wouldn’t have put on the line, if he had had a say on the matter.

[fairburned]

@fcxblossomed || plotted.

Such a shame.

Ciela had discovered an egg, softly patterned in pale pinks and purples and yellows, in an otherwise long-abandoned monster den by the sea. Seeing it there, all alone, she couldn’t very well abandon the poor thing. With this in mind, she took it home to see if it would hatch. In all likelihood, it wouldn’t, and she would dispose of the dud properly. Still, she had never seen a coloration like this on any kind of monster egg before... The stripes indicated it was some type of Leviathan.

She holds her Kinship Stone up to the ceiling of the stables, willing the pastel shell to crack.

No response. Guess this one’s a dud.

She takes the egg up into her arms to go and find a place to smash it, but... for some odd reason, she doesn’t feel ready to let it go.

“c’mon now. wouldn’t you like to see the world outside, little darlin’? i know i’d hate being cooped up forever.” Her voice is soft as she coaxes the egg, tries to convince it and herself that it’s worth it. “don’t you wanna be my monstie?”

[ofthemountainshrine]

alt!

Another one | Accepting

The cusp between fall and winter. Where nights stretched longer, leaves colored, and life began to settle in for a long sleep.  A rattle of a tiny object rocking in it’s wooden drawer caused the box’s owner to shift and tug it open. Familiar fingers tugged the scrap of paper free from the shivering cocoon and placed it back in it’s place while an un earthly green eye scanned the writing. 

“Ubuyashiki residence, huh...” Ginko sighed, a thin cloud of smoke leaving his mouth as he scratched at his head, “That’s a long way to go heading into winter. This better be important, Tanyuu.”

@childofmushi

[musecrisisa]

                                     @fcxblossomed / for azymondias !

      zym has never seen another dragon before , or even another being of this size ! hatchling stumbles over large , disproportionate claws to get a closer look , crooning and barking his arrival . hello !! he howls , as best he can . head tilts this way and that , leaning back --- back --- back !! until he tumbles , wings splayed out underneath him . oops .