#kimetsu no yaiba inosuke

[the-pink-eyed-demon]

Inosuke clinging to the ceiling like the sleep paralysis demon of my nightmares made me laugh so hard that my vision went blurry

[solqau]

something something that one experiment where the toy was hidden from sight and the animal forgot it existed

[thepixelreaper]

Inosuke doodle page because i cannot believe i hadn't done one of these for him

[jianisme]

inosuke and aoi is currently added to my kny fav ship 😍 look at the way inosuke is smilinggg

[hoe-4-the-clones]

How Inosuke would mispronounce the upper moons names

hypothetical scenario AU where Douma adopts him when he was a baby

Kokokun, Koshiboko, Kukushobo, Kakashubo, Kachikibo, Six eyes

Domo, Dama, Dad, Papa, Damo, Blondie

Akasha, Azaka, Achaka, Stripes guy, Domo's best friend, Atasha, Ashaka, Angry guy who's always attacking my dad

Hantongo, Hentangu, Scaredy cat, Tumor head

Goko, Yogko, Vase guy, Baby arms

Belt lady, Seaweedhead's sister | Gotaro, Gyoturo, Gutoyoro, Seaweedhead, Sickle guy

[kny-fanclub]

The laugh sounds exactly like Inosuke 💀

[nephlicc]

Inosuke Hashibara from Demon Slayer in Suikoden artstyle!

[cutiemochiii]

Angel (pt. 2)

credit to the artist (wish I knew who it was) for the beautiful fanart

————————————————————————Even with her swollen face, Douma knew something was different about the woman. The fear that he smelled on her washed him with memories of his human life. Of people whose burdens were so great that they couldn’t care less about blubbering it all to a child with special eyes.

But it wasn’t just that; she wasn’t just there to complain to him about her life as she kneeled before him. Even without her voice, Douma had heard her plea. She was exhausted and wanted help, she wanted to be saved. And who was he, if not humanity’s great savior?

The face he fixed was so gentle, all the soft and fullness of beautiful youth. A desire to just gaze at her almost outweighed his desire to taste what he could only explain as spring. Her coal-black hair, delicate body and fresh blood. He almost worried that if he closed his eyes, she would be replaced with a field of flowers, even amidst the frost.

Her eyes were green, such a saturated color that it reminded Douma of the lush forest she had stumbled out of. It resembled the very earth that existed long before any of them had. It only made sense that just as the Earth, she too was a mother.

He helped her stand, walking her carefully towards the doors of his temple. She had called the man an angel, and he wanted to laugh, tell her how terribly mistaken she was. But he couldn’t bring himself to, not when her face looked so unfathomably hopeful. Now this, this was someone worth saving. Worth giving life to. “What’s your name?” He asked as they walked.

“Hashibira Kotoha.”

The name rang in Douma’s mind like wind chimes. “Kotoha,” he tested, and to his surprise, liked the way it sounded on his tongue. He smiled down at her. “You are safe now.” He assured.

Douma wondered if the woman had even realized she was holding her breath as she released it. He felt her anxieties flow out of her, like a murmuring creek spilling into a large river. And he was the river, carrying everyone and their worries inside of him.

“Where did you come from?” He asked as they finally reached the doors. She had been staring at them as if in a trance, when she flicked her gaze to the ground. “A village, on the other side of the forest.” She mumbled. By the way she reacted at the thought of the place, Douma knew she had been running for a reason. Before he could ask about it, Kotoha spoke. “What is this place?” She questioned. Her voice was a birdsong, and once again Douma wondered if she was the human incarnation of spring.

He smiled at her. “This, is the temple of the Eternal Paradise Faith.” He moved his arm in a sweeping motion, indicating to the temple to emphasize his point. He put a slender hand to his own chest. “And I, am its leader, Douma.” Kotoha’s eyes widened, and she dropped to her knees, prostrating. “I am so sorry, Lord Douma. I wasn’t aware-” “Oh no, please stand.” He cut in, smiling playfully. “Your son won’t last much longer if you keep dropping him into the snow.” There was a small silence before she stood. As she opened her mouth to speak once more, angry shouts sounded from the forest. They were loud, and fast approaching.

Douma felt Kotoha tense, and she stared at him with wide, frantic eyes. “Please,” her voice was a squeak. A tear rolled down her distressed face. “They’re here to hurt me. Please.” She pleaded. Her shaking hand was gripping his shirt. Douma looked back at the forest to see a woman and a large man lumber toward them. “You witch! How dare you run from me!” The man shouted.

They finally made it to where Kotoha and Douma stood, gasping for breaths. Hands on his knees, the man looked up at Douma. “Thank you so much for catching her. I apologize, my wife can act quite unlike herself sometimes.” He reached a tired arm out towards him. “I will take her back now. I hope she wasn’t much trouble for you.” He panted.

“Not at all,” Douma responded coolly, like a snake waiting for its prey’s moment of weakness. He still had his lazy smile plastered on his face. He felt Kotoha take a timid step back, standing close behind him. Her hand was still on his shirt. “In fact, I was just asking about her injuries. In her little journey, she seems to have gotten quite battered.”

“Oh, that’s normal. That girl is an awful clutz, after all.” The woman chimed in, as if she was making the situation any better. Douma stood still as a statue, his casual smirk unwavering. Realizing he was making no progress with him, the man tried appealing to Kotoha.

He reached his hand out, almost to touch her, but she shrank away from his grasp. “Darling,” his voice was strained, Douma knew he was barely keeping up his facade. Humans, so easy to read. “Come with me, let's head home.”

Douma looked behind him to the young woman, eyes void of any emotion. “Go on,” he urged. “You can go.” But Kotoha merely shook her head in silence, the scent of her fear overwhelming as she stared her husband down. Douma’s brows furrowed, looking at the man with feign confusion. “Hmm.” Douma crossed his arms. “Seems you wife doesn’t want to go with you. How bizarre.” Douma was practically taunting him, and he could tell her husband was becoming agitated.

For a second, he wondered what flavors the man would have. He’d definitely taste fermented, with all the booze Douma was sure he drank. That was fine, Douma enjoyed intoxication every once in a while. The woman however, would taste like poison. The kind that would work slow, until it had you twitching on the floor, confused as to how you got so ill. Douma would just take his time with her, to give his body time to absorb all the poison from her pathetic little fangs. The man had dropped his hand, curling it into a fist at his side. It trembled.

“I will ask you again, kindly give me back what I own.”

Douma laughed softly. “No.” He smiled menacingly at the man. The man shot him a glare.

“Bastard!” He yelled out, raising his fist in an attempt to attack Douma. Something landed in the snow with a soft thump. The man stared in horror at the blood pouring out of the stump that was once his hand. Him and the old lady both began to scream, the man using his other hand to attempt another assault, this one aimed for Kotoha. “You bitch!” He yelled out.

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Kotoha blinked, and the man was gurgling, clutching desperately at his throat. Blood was spurting violently from the deep cut on his neck, before Douma reached out a finger to push against her husband’s forehead. The head slumped all the way back, touching his spine and only hanging onto the rest of his body by a few stringy tendons. His struggling stopped, and he collapsed before Douma in the snow.

Kotoha didn’t realize just how much blood a person could spill. The red snow had spread and stained the bottom of her kimono. Douma lightly fanned himself with a gold fan that seemed to have materialized out of thin air. The silver edge of it was covered in thick, red fluid. “Man, I hate working up a sweat.” He sighed, as if he was complaining about some warm weather.

Her mother in law stared at her son’s body, her mouth gaping, eyes bulging to the point that Kotoha was afraid they would drop right out of their sockets. She put her hands up in surrender. “You know what? You can keep her, she wasn’t that important to me anyways. How much would you like for her? Maybe I can bring her stuff here for you! Since she left all her belongings back home. I hope she brings you good fortune and company! Consider this our payment for your kindness in finding her-” She rambled on feverishly, when suddenly she too started to choke, dropping to her knees before Douma.

“You speak far too much, hag.” He spoke, his voice dripping with sugar sweet malice. He glowered at her, face plastered with disdain as if looking at vermin. “Die.” The woman could only let out a petrified squeal, similar to that of a tortured pig. Her body broke apart, each joint sliced to pieces and bleeding.

What just happened? Kotoha wondered if she was hallucinating. Her heart was beating erratically. Eyes wide, she turned to look at the man standing beside her. “What,” she was gasping. “What are you?”

“Hmm?” Douma was looking at the carnage with an idle grin, eyes sparkling as they slid over to Kotoha. “My my, Hashibira Kotoha. It was like you said.” He brought the fan to his mouth, tongue running across the edge. His hand dropped to his side, face smeared with blood. He smiled wide, seeming to have forgotten all about the massacre he was responsible for.

“I’m an angel.”

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Authors Note: YAY!! PART 2!! Thank you for enjoying the first part, it means a lot to me. :) Now, as for more, this is as far as I have for now. I was thinking of writing more for these two (maybe that sad sad scene with baby Inosuke ;-;), but for now, this is what I got! I hope you enjoyed.

Part 1! Part 3!

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DON'T CRY EVEN IF YOU HAVE REGRETS!

Candycore Inosuke Hashibira moodboard for anon・★

Enjoy! Lmk if you'd like any changes・★

Requested for my white day event!・★

Reblogs appreciated・★

[aucasaurus]

[the-pink-eyed-demon]

Inosuke: *sneezes*

Nezuko, from the Best Girl Box: bless you

Inosuke: god?

[solqau]

he doesn’t really think these things through. if he is thinking at all, that is

[chisterymus]

🐗

[thealvinatordraws]

INOSUKE HASHIBARA [Kimetsu No Yaiba | Demon Slayer]

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