#kabura

[chalk0utlined]

[tnobody477]

The Many Faces of Kabura in this Chapter are priceless.

[lilium-dragomir]

[originalneckknightfriend]

I can't believe that finally yumiko met kabura tsuibami

[donuts4evry1]

On this episode of forgotten babs, donut plays around with halftones and Momoka

[snakedevour]

i always think about yumeko used to have a somewhat normal moral compass and as a child had a sense that maybe she'd done something wrong after seeing that "all that's left [after the game] is everyone's pain" but then kabura was like 'nope! this is just how you are and also your sister's psyche completely broke down and that's your fault because of it...better keep being that way!'

[stophangiingdjs]

sweet pool spoiler talk under the cut + in tags

i will always perfer miracles may reason ver to the instinct ver (or violin ver. WHATEVER!) because i truly do think youji giving up his life so tetsuo can live like his dad did is just. so so beautifully miserable.

youji loved tetsuo, or at least found solidarity with him being weird fucked up humans. sharing the kindness his father showed him-- the humanity his father showed. using his inner being to do something so inherently human and save his loved one, not out of animalistic preservation to create the purebred/junsei, but just out of love.

nothing is forever-- but in away, even in death, youji’s sacrifice will always be with tetsuo. in a way they’ll always be together. they’ll never have a domestic life together (since youji is dead) in miracles may reason ver., but they’ll always be together in away.

hnnnnnhghhh i just love this little game so much it hurts. i love these two.

[capmangacap]

[aaamike]

Again, now that I notice Anko is here, I also like the detail that she’s the only one out of the cast without any color.

Once again, adding to the theme that her existence makes the night not beautiful, but something to worry about...

[truegoist]

gender. now

[contrasting-realities]

I have yet another weird crossover fic for today!

Trellis, the elf prince, winds up on Earth and is adopted by the manipulative bastard known as Kabura Tsuibami.

For once, this has nothing to do with shadows house...

[lilium-dragomir]

[weeblikeme]

[todayintokyo]

Kabura-ya (鏑矢) is a Japanese arrow used by samurai in feudal Japan. Its sound was created by a specially carved bulb of deer horn attached to the tip. It was believed that it could chase away evil spirits before the battle. Video from @Rainmaker1973.

[atarathegreat]

His Precious Daughter Demon Slayer 1

ft: Uzui Tengen, Iguro Obania, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Inosuke Hashibira, Giyu Tomioka

Spoiling his kids was something Uzui was amazing at. You were the youngest of four, your older brothers got the privilege of being around their father all day for training, and you were stuck inside with your mothers. While it wasn't so bad being inside, learning to cook, and being with your mothers, you constantly whined for your father's attention. "Papa!" You pushed through your brothers and raised your arms to him, jumping, "Hold me! Hold me!" Your excitement reached Uzui until he couldn't help the new energy that flooded him as he lifted you from the ground. "Is that a new kimono?" Uzui always noticed the new clothes or haircuts you received, never needing his wives to point it out. You nodded eagerly, tugging on his collar, "Mother made it! See?" You had been born to Hinatsuru, so you would no doubt grow up to be as level-headed as she was, hoping that Makio or Suma didn't rub off on you too much. Their sons were already a handful when in the same area. "Mhm, it looks beautiful on you, songbird. Is it comfortable?" The way your hair bobbed around as you nodded again made him glad he had a daughter after nothing but three boys. "How about me and my little girl go out to town, hmm? Show off your new clothes?" Sparkling eyes made him smile, Uzui had never been happier that he'd suggested something to you. Everyone through town was more than impressed with your kimono, commenting on how pretty you were and how you looked like your mother, and then they would congratulate Uzui on having such wonderful kids. Uzui let you wander, so long as you were in his sight, and get your fill of attention before he scooped you up and set you on his shoulder. "Dango, Papa? Can we get dango?" You leaned your tiny form over his head, pouting. Pouting was never something you needed to do to get your way, you simply had to ask and Uzui would buy the whole stall for you. But he settled for buying you three and a small bag to take home for the others, as he wasn't a sweet person himself.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Iguro was known to spoil not only his wife, Mitsuri, but his daughter as well. The two girls were pampered and protected as if they were royalty, and for the Slayer, they were. He remembered when Mitsuri was pregnant, the way he dropped everything to make sure she wanted for nothing, and how Kaburamaru always wound up resting on her baby bump. Not only did the snake carry on in its obsession with sleeping close to Mitsuri, but also you as you lay in your small cot at Iguro's feet. "You can't just sleep in there with an infant." Obania sighed, tugging the snake from its place around your head, "She's a baby, not some warm blanket." But he would later find that Kaburamaru wasn't fond of being away from you, and was less keen on those who came too near. So it was expected that when you first were walked home by a simple, lower-rank Slayer, your father's companion was already slithering up the boy's leg, hissing as he wrapped his slender body around wrist and arm. "Kabura!" You chided the reptile. "He's guarding you, dear." Iguro leaned in the door, watching the boy closely, "Keeping filth away from purity, as it should be." You huffed at your father, pulling the snake from the petrified boy's arm, "Come on, Kabura, stop scaring people." Obania waved the boy off, turning to come face-to-face with his wife. Mitsuri was shaking her head, "You're going to make her sneak out, you know." And of course, he knew she was right, Misturi always was when it came to things about their daughter. What else was he to do? You're his baby, his soul bared to the world in human form, there was nothing more he wanted to do than make sure that no one corrupted you. You were pure, a bright light that he was going to keep safe from the darkness. "Y/n." Obanai knocked on the sliding door, opening it slowly, "Can we talk?" The sight of you with his serpent, the tender way you held it and kissed its head, it was as if he could see that your sweet heart could never be doused by the darkness. A girl kissing a snake and still smiling felt like a powerful message to him. "He was just walking me home, Father. Nothing else." He could hear your soft voice, how it mimicked your mother's. "I know, I know. I just wanted to warn you against being out late. People don't always have the best intentions." He loved that you could smile at him, despite how it killed him that you'd never seen the lower half of his face. "Kaburamaru was telling me about it. I'll take him with me tomorrow, okay?" And that was the best he could ask for; a sweet daughter who understood and was willing to compromise.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

No one ever thought the Wind Pillar was capable of it. Sanemi had never shown much interest in anything but killing demons and doing his job better than anyone who crossed his path. And yet, there he was at the meeting, a young child in his lap as he absentmindedly played with her hair. "So you're stealing children now, Sanemi?" Obanai stared at the child, yet even the quieter male couldn't deny that the girl looked akin to the angrier man holding her. "Apologies, but not all of us can be slithering monstrosities that eat others' offspring." Sanemi growled back, holding his daughter higher up, "Not that it's your business, but this is my child." Everyone was fawning over the toddler, who had no idea what was happening with her fingers in her mouth. Sanemi could see that his daughter was enjoying the attention, especially from Shinobu and Mitsuri, who she was babbling back to as they talked to her. "She's beautiful. And her mother?" Shinobu asked as the toddler crawled from her father's lap. Sanemi grabbed around her ankle, keeping her little form from crawling too far from him. "I don't speak about that woman." Sanemi glared, lifting his daughter up by her little foot, making her giggle loudly, "She walked out as soon as Y/n was in my hands, so I don't really care where she is." Anger filled him as he looked at the pitying looks from his peers. He had his daughter, she was taken care of and safe and there was always someone to watch her when he had to leave. Why was her mother a topic of importance? Y/n didn't need that woman, she didn't need to be subject to the awful way that woman was. Even if he wasn't the best father, he refused to trust many people with his child, which meant he was the only one good enough to raise and teach her. After the meeting, Sanemi sat with his daughter in the rock garden. "You're doing a great job. She's happy." Shinobu stood just behind him, "You seem to be keeping a very close eye on her at any point." Of course, he'd kept an eye on her! She was his most valued possession. And her equally snowy hair was like a tie that she was his, that she was, in fact, his child and his responsibility and his family. She picked up one of the many smooth rocks and put it in her mouth, drooling on it as she tried to...eat it? Sanemi wasn't sure, but he still reached his sword out and knocked the rock from her hand, "I want her to be sweet. I don't want her to be like me."

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

The last person that needed to have a child was Inosuke. Yet he was a father, on the training grounds with his daughter while teaching her how to fight. Aoi was impressed that their child was just like her father. Just as loud, just as crazy, just as flexible and careless with her life. But she wouldn't deny it was better that the two got all the energy out while they could, even if they would give each other scratches and cuts. "Come on! Are you even trying?" Inosuke cackled as his daughter swung the wooden sword at him, her evil grin matching his as she fought harder. "I wasn't! But I am now!" She paused for a second, giving him the false hope of his own attack, that she easily parried and forced her father a few steps backward. Aoi watched from her place on the porch, chuckling as the two went all out on each other. "My child has spunk! Hahaha!" Inosuke nabbed the sword from his daughter and jerked her toward him for a bruising hug, "How perfect! You'll be strong!" She struggled against him, pushing for her freedom, "Let me go! We're fighting! Father!"

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Having a quiet baby that hardly made noise even when she wanted things was worrying for Giyu. Babies were supposed to cry, right? Cry and wail and throw tantrums? Shinobu assured him that the baby was alright, that she was just a calm and reserved little thing, much like her father. Due to the uncertainty of his child never letting anyone know what she wanted, Giyu kept everything on hand and near her. Giyu watched her as she played, pushing her pacifier closer to her as she eyed it. "She's going to become spoiled if you keep answering her needs before she voices them." Shinobu chuckled, taking the pacifier before the baby could grab it, "She has no need to cry if she has it all first because Daddy is watching." He knew the woman was right, but he was too worried about what could happen if he stopped paying close attention to her. What if she needed something and he wasn't there to make sure she had it? What if she fell? "Ah!" The baby screamed angrily at Shinobu, making a grabby hand at her pacy. Giyu watched as Shinobu gave it back, "As long as she makes noise, she'll be okay, I suppose." Shinobu sighed, "But don't be shocked when she does start to cry." But his child never did cry. She could fall, scrape up her hands and knees, he'd watched her get run into once and she still never shed a tear. "Why don't you cry? You've never cried?" He asked her one day. The girl stopped and stared at her father, "Should I cry? I don't have anything to cry for, do I?" And he understood. His little girl didn't have a reason. Cuts and scraps would heal, and the pain would fade to leave her with nothing but a memory of the ordeal. She wasn't damaged like her father, no, she was reasonable and so far from delicate that Giyu nearly couldn't believe it. "I know if you're around that I have nothing to worry about." his daughter smiled, and gods how she had her mother's smile, "I know you'll make sure I'm okay."

[snakedevour]

also find it interesting that kabura has goat eyes? as far as i know goats and snakes don't really have any connection except maybe like. in imagery of baphomet. are the knights templar here