#kimetsu no yaiba rp blog

[sleeping-hashira]

(did i tell you i changed milo’s name?👀)

*Mikitama anxiously watches and listens to the other hashira discuss what should happen to Tanjiro and his sister. She frowns and her small, clawed hands ball into fists when Sanemi starts attacking Nezuko* “Sh-Shinazugawa-Sama, you should stop doing that..” *She flinches and squeaks when he retaliates by yanking her up and yelling at her while rearing back to punch her angrily. She falls to the ground when Tanjiro angrily head butts Sanemi, yelling at him for attacking a girl. She blushes slightly as he defends her, not allowing Sanemi to get close to her in the slightest*

(@ask-mikitama-suzuki)

(No But I did notice!! Sounds cute!!)

Koi stood off to the side. Some what closest to Obanai as she watched the scene unfold. She held her tired look. She didn't even want to be here. She had hardly spoke during the whole meeting. She carried zero opinion on the boy and his sister. She couldn't care what happened to them. Why would she? They served no importance to her. "Shinazugawa. That's enough. Haven't you toyed with these amatures far enough?. I'm sure the Master wouldn't approve such conduct." She finally spoke. She spoke with authority but more annoyance than ever. This situation was annoying. She couldn't handle how annoying the situation was. But she figured to attempt to put a stop to this foolish scene.

[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…

[crescent-blades]

Father!Kokushibo | Part II

Pairings⌇Kokushibō and his child [c/n], & Kokushibō × wife!Reader. Warnings⌇Refusing to eat or drink/starvation, overexertion

A/N⌇If any of you have seen the earlier version of this, you might notice that this is a bit of a repost. The reason I'm sharing it again is that tumblr apparently hates me and won't let me save that post after adding a few things. So, I figured it would just be easier to just put this out there again, lol.

𖤐ˎˊ˗Masterlist ⌇Part: 1

▪︎Kokushibō would begin training his child; being the strongest and most experienced samurai in history, you could bet that the teachings would be of the highest quality.

▪︎Along with weilding the katana, Kokushibō would also be adamant that his child received a proper education. For that, he would entrust you to teach the child to read and write properly, how to write poems [he could step in if you aren't good at it], and whatnot.

▪︎If you had a daughter, Kokushibō would rely on you to guide her in proper conduct. On the other hand, if you had a son, he would take it upon himself to teach him. [Considering his traditional beleifs]

▪︎There would be many things Kokushibō would teach your child—introducing anything and everything he could. One of which included—

"Here.. I wanted to share this with you.."

▪︎'Go'. Aside from all the trainings and whatnot, Kokushibō would enjoy spending time playing strategic board games with his young one. He didn't just play; he carefully watched every move his child made, trying to understand their thought process. This way, he could anticipate their strategies, pushing them further to think even more critically.

▪︎Kokushibō would provide feedback on every move his child made. If there was a mistake, he would express his disappointment, at times suggesting alternative strategies and what else could have been done. On the other hand, if the move was clever, he would offer praise.

▪︎Despite this, Kokushibō always found a way to twist the game in his favour, making it nearly impossible to win against him each time.

▪︎Kokushibō would not only be a father but also a teacher, quick to teach your young one.

▪︎Unlike his own father, Kokushibō would be much more understanding. He would be strict in terms of his child's behaviour, how they conducted themselves, and even in the way of the sword. However, he would also allow them the freedom to explore their interests and to do whatever they wished, recognising the limitations he faced during his own upbringing.

▪︎As for the breathing styles, Kokushibō would ideally want his child to learn sun breathing, but since he couldn't master it himself, he would opt to teach them moon breathing instead. If the child wasn't strong enough, he would be disappointed but wouldn't mind too much. In fact, he would encourage them to perfect their breathing techniques no matter what style they used.

▪︎Kokushibō's approach to training was quite rigorous. He pushed his child to their limits with each exercise, ensuring that consistency and discipline were maintained. While he provided the training, the actual learning and understanding were left to his child. He didn't believe in spoon-feeding knowledge. After all, it was important for them to grow to be independent and make their own decisions.

▪︎Many a times, Kokushibō would take your child to fight demons and train with them [perhaps even fight a hashira if they encountered one]. He would stand back in the distance and observe them silently. He would not intervene in any way; whatever decisions the child made were theirs and not his; each mistake was a lesson, something he would remind them of after the fight, incorporating those lessons into their training for improvement.

▪︎Kokushibō would nurture and raise his child in such a way that they would be disciplined and incredibly determined, striving for excellence much like their own father.

▪︎Speaking of determined, there was a time, however, when your child would not eat or drink, training and pushing themselves to the maximum, which caused you a great deal of concern. Kokushibō, however, appeared rather unfazed by this, expressing that it was commendable how seriously his child was taking the art of swordsmanship and that he even felt moved.

▪︎But then those few hours stretched into many, and nearly a whole day had passed without your child taking even a sip of water. This was the moment when Kokushibō would finally step in—

"Enough.."The demon stood beside his child, his six eyes fixed intently on them. The child was bleeding from their hands, their muscles worn out and pushed to the limit. "No.. I must not give up..!" Just as the child prepared to swing the wooden sword again, before they could even react, the sword would suddenly be snatched and tossed aside, landing far from reach. "There.. is no benefit in continuing. Your body.. has already reached it's maximum exertion. Whatever you are practicing now is pointless.. rest now and continue tomorrow." "But I need to perfect my—" "You are doing yourself more harm than good.. the state you are in.. you will not be able to practice tomorrow.. an entire day.. would be wasted. It would disrupt your progress. Is that.. what you want?"

▪︎In conclusion, Kokushibō would definitely be a strict father . This means you might find yourself being the more nurturing parent.

▪︎But that is not to say he cannot be compassionate; deep down, he holds great love for his child. His strictness stems from the fact that he wants to see his child excel and be the utmost best; even surpass him one day.

[notgenya]

Hello genya was Aizetsu yummy?

He tasted like tears and despair.

He was delicious.

[gilded-sunrays]

How fast is Yoriichi Tsugikuni? || Calculating his minimum speed

Yoriichi Tsugikuni is regarded as the most powerful character in Demon Slayer, with him being able to rival and overpower the demon king himself, Muzan Kibutsuji. He is renowned for his exceptional speed and agility; however, the true extent of his speed remains uncertain due to the lack of comparable benchmarks. 

Therefore, today I will make an effort to clarify some of the confusion by applying some of my knowledge to estimate the average speed of this character. From here, you are free to interpret and use this information as you see fit. 

NOTE: SIGNIFICANT FIGURES UPTO 3 DIGITS AFTER THE DECIMAL POINT 

⚠ SPOILER WARNING ⚠

⨳ Muzan's Explosion: Detonation or Deflagration?

To begin, let us examine this image. If we want to determine Yoriichi's speed, then we obviously have to know the relative speed of some other body that we can compare it with. In this case, we will consider Muzan's explosion. [Not using NLM or COLM as it doesn't consider the huge amount of force being exerted]

In an explosion, an internal impulse (force per unit time) acts in order to propel the parts of a given mass into many fragments in different directions. After the explosion, the individual parts of the system have momentum. Obviously, if a body has momentum, it would mean it has a velocity as well, as momentum (p) ∝ v. 

Explosions can be further classified into detonations and delafegations:

[Defragrations: Energy released is in the form of heat like in a flash fire. It requires fuel an external oxidizing agent, rely on the external pressure and are considerably more stable.] [Detonations: Energy is released in the form of high pressure (force). Does not require a fuel and doesn't depend on the external pressure, and involves chemicaly unstable molecules, which instantaneously split that recombine into different products.]

[Defragrations VS Detonations] You can refer to this link for more information. However, to keep this post concise, I will outline a straightforward distinction between the two

⇒ Muzan's explosion is more likely that of a Detonation, rather than a deflagration.

⨳ Muzan's Detonating Speed:

Detonation velocity depends on a number of factors, such as density, it's state, charge diameter and temperature. For solids and liquids, these velocities usually range from 4000 m/s-10300 m/s. Muzan's density is likely similar to that of a human, around 1000 kg/m³ or 1g/cm³. .. Let's compare this density to that of regular explosives:

link here

Although, we can see the closest explosives to Muzan's density are 1.___ ones. However, we can also see even then these velocities aren't propotional to their ascending order of densities, but it does give us some insight.

Though, we cannot determine his charge diameter and temperature [although his flesh appears very red]. Plus, there also seems to be one compound in the given table [ansu] which only has a detonation velocity of a mere 3400m/s. So.. it is very difficult to make assumptions here. So to remain neutral, we will just use the lowest speed value, ie 4000 m/s.

⇒ Hence, we can safely conclude, that muzan likely detonates with the minimum speed of 4000m/s.

⨳ Yoriichi's Attack Range and the Time Needed For Him to Cut All the Peices of Muzan

To evaluate Yoriichi's speed, we will first calculate the total time it would take for him to react and effectively cut all of Muzan's pieces [excluding the 300 pieces, which we will discuss later] before he has the chance to escape.  

So for that, first, we need to determine Yoriichi's attack range by measuring his arm length. Instead of making an estimation using measurements of an average male arm, I decided to accurately measure this out myself:

We know Yoriichi is approximately 6.3 feet tall, which is about 2.6 times the length of his arms. Based on this, we can conclude his arm to be around 73.07 cm. (190/2.6) + sword length (we'll take the average of 65 cm)   

ie = 1.381 m So, the maximum time needed for him to cut down muzan would be: ∴ 1.381 ÷ 4000

⇒ ~0.000345 seconds

⨳ Distance Covered By Yoriichi:

 [I think if you know a bit about physics, you might see where I'm headed.] We know that speed = distance/time. We have already determined the time, and now we need to find the distance to calculate the speed. How can we do that? We can begin by figuring out the total distance Yoriichi's arms cover while swinging the sword:

 To do this, let's refer to the image above. If we examine it closely, we can see that Yoriichi creates arcs with his sword, forming almost a complete circle

Please excuse my silly drawing, but this is my idea of the sword arc. I imagine it as two-thirds of a circle instead of a semi-circle.     

To find the arc length, we will use 2πr × 2/3 Radius: Yoriichi's arms and sword  ∴ 2 × 22/7 × 1.381 × 2/3

= 5.786 m is the length of each slash

⨳ How Many Slashes Did Yoriichi Make?

To finalise, we will check how many slashes he made to cut muzan. Clearly, he wasn't making just one slash for each cut, as that would be very impractical. So, let's see how much work he is doing here: 

Once again, in the image above, we can see that he cuts multiple pieces of Muzan with each slash. On average, let's say he cuts about 2.5 pieces per slash. The picture shows him cutting 4 pieces with one slash and only 1 with another, with one piece just hovering, so the average:

(4 + 1) ÷ 2 = 2.5.  

Now, he also mentions that he cut around 1500 pieces of Muzan, so we can divide to find the total number of slashes he made. That is:

1500 ÷ 2.5

⇒ ie; He made 600 slashes during that time. 

⨳ Yoriichi's Average Striking Speed

Finally, for the moment we all have been waiting for. The speed by which Yoriichi is moving his arms would be: 

n(number of slashes)×distance covered by Yoriichi/max. time frame  = (600×5.786)/0.000345

~10,062,608.696 m/s

For Comparison: this is about 29,337 times faster than sound. ▪︎Have you guys ever played fruit ninja before? If you have, just picture Yoriichi taking on that game in real life; Number of slashes/frequency [1/T]= striking speed/ distance covered (gonna take 1/3 of the circumference of his slashes) Ie n= 10,062,608.696 ÷ (1/3 × 2 × 3.141 × 5.786) ∴ Slashes per second= ~ 831,361 So, if you were to toss about 8 hundred and 31 thousand fruits into the air, Yoriichi would be able to slice through them all in just one second! Meanwhile, I’m here taking like two entire minutes to chop an apple.

⨳ Yoriichi's Average Running Speed

So we have found out Yoriichi's striking speed; however, that doesn't tell us anything about how fast he can run. Since we're already looking into Yoriichi's speed, why not find out about his running speed as well? 

"In an average person, the legs are able to push roughly four times as much weight as the arms can pull. What's more, the legs have an even better advantage when it comes to endurance." 

Although there is no relationship between strength and speed, let us just try finding it ourselves.  

 Fleg-mg= ma (force exerted to lift your leg. Could have used the work formula, but then I realised that you're probably not doing any work when it's your own body. The same could be said for the force, however. Though this is an idealised situation and it really doesn't matter because:) ∴ Fleg∝a a∝v Let force required to push your arm be be f⁰ & leg be f Since f⁰ and f = 1:4 => f⁰/f=v⁰/v = v⁰/v= 1:4

This would mean the legs must also be 4 times faster than the arms.

Ie: 10,062,608.696 m/s ×4

= 40,250,434.784 m/s

For comparison: The speed of light, 299,792,458 m/s is only about 7× faster than Yoriichi's running speed. ▪︎If Yoriichi were to complete a journey around the entire Earth, traversing its full circumference, the time required for this would be: Earth's circumference: 40,075,000 meters Calculation: 40,075,000 ÷ 40,250,434.784 = 0.996 seconds [Wow.. now that's fast o-o] So imagine, if you ever find yourself missing a flight and in desperate need to get somewhere, all you have to do is call Yoriichi. He’ll have you zooming off faster than you can say “I missed my flight"!

poor muzan..

-> The distance between two countries [say, Japan to brazil] would be about 17,371 km (pretty sure it's not the road distance, so lets just just imagine Yoriichi can run on water) Time=d/s = 17371000/40,250,434.784 ...0.4 seconds to reach there.

▪︎But instead of a circumference; what about him covering the entire surface area of the earth? [not the area, but the entire outer surface, covering eacg and every path possible. Just visualize unfolding the entire earth into a flat ground.] So: 4πr² [csa/tsa] =4×3.141×6,371,000× 6,371,000 =509,805,890,960,000 m So the time: 509,805,890,960,000/40,250,434.784 12,665,848.050 seconds Which is about 3,518 hours Which is about 4 months I know now this looks kind of slow, but trust me- this is extremely fast. This pace equates to covering the entire circumference of the Earth approximately 29,348,102 times.. (29 million times)

⨳ Final Thoughts:

A/N: I tried my best to keep this entire post simple and concise as possible. For some reason though, I still feel like it might be more technical than I intended. I’m not sure this post will get much attention because of that. It doesnt matter though, I really enjoyed putting all of this together. I truly hope it proves helpful to someone out there who might find this interesting.

And to anyone who made it till here, I thank you wholeheartedly!! You’re amazing for sticking with all this. And if you think that I may have made any mistakes, then feel free to correct me!

Sources:

Leg Strength as a Limiting Factor, climbstrong Detonation velocity, wikipedia Table of explosive detonation velocities

[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

[kokushibosbestie]

Roleplay Blog <3

Hey everyone! The roleplay blog is up! @paxs-kny-rp-blog! The rules will be posted on there and updates will be frequent!

Tagging: @matthew-knyshait @kitkat-moon @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira @stellapuffs @mitsuri-dango @mitsuriswingwoman @warringwarrioridiot @official-kanao-tsuyuri @obanai-iguro-rp @giyuus-little-helper @giyuuswifey @nothingtoseehere1-2-3 @qequalsmcat @larz-barz + everyone else who wants to roleplay with my kny ocs!

[akaza-in-hell]

Wait why do you lowk look like Doflamingo in this pic 💀

I have no clue who that is, but I'm stealing the pink thing because it looks fluffy and Satan can't tell me otherwise.

[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

[sleeping-hashira]

This is a updated oc Roleplaying blog!! Other oc's and even cross-overs are welcome to roleplay!! (Main Blog: @bugzheadquarter)

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION | CHARACTER DESIGN | CHARACTER LORE | BREATHING STYLE | THEME SONG | BLOG RULES

[uchu-no-bashira]

Night Time Relief - Demon!Gyomei x Fem!Reader

TW: Minors do not interact. Husband Gyomei, Demon Gyomei, Dubious Consent, Incubus, Non-con Touching, Non-con elements, Breeding, Power play, Power Imbalance, Blood, Restraining, Biting, Licking, Scratching, Slight Vore(?), Predator/Prey.

A Kasugai crow delivered you orders to destroy maybe one of the most skilled killers in the forest, West of the village it preys on. Without a second thought, you make your way through the woods that night, failing to note that the area around was incomprehensibly still. The smell of petrichor fills the air as freezing raindrops fall to the Earth, shrouding the forest with the soft sound of clattering leaves. You couldn’t ignore the feeling of foreboding in your mind as your footsteps grew lighter and swifter. You could feel it burning the back of your neck, a relentless gaze waiting for you in the abyss of total darkness among the tree line behind you. With hasty eyes, you glance back and forth along the moonlit path ahead and behind you.

Being this uneasy was nothing new to you seeing as you killed demons nightly, so being unsettled from time to time was a given, but tonight? Tonight was different. What was it about this area that forced goosebumps to traverse your body as well as make your stomach turn with venomous butterflies that corrupted your nervous system? It plagued your mind so heavily that you decided to go through the checklist of red flags you’d created in your time as a slayer, counting the top three off the list.

"Darkness, check. Ominous feeling of dread, check... What was that third thing?... Fuck, I'm too scared to remember.”

Hearing you admit to fear so blatantly brought a smile to your pursuer's face, he decided to enjoy the thrill of the chase until the very last moment, so he continued to prowl around in the shadows, waiting for his opportunity to pounce. "How would she taste?" He wondered, keeping his distance while remaining as low as he could, blades of grass gently sliding across his arms, legs and stomach, boosting his sensory skills as he 'sees' the world around him essentially. He listens to your footsteps, allowing the pursuer to constantly keep track of your precise location. It didn’t make it any better that he knows his prey well, he also knows that you’re onto him. All he has to do is stay out of sight. Gyomei had to admit he was a bit disappointed in his meek beloved for not realizing how grave the danger you were in, but he also knew that when you are petrified, you don't use your mind properly.

If You'd been a bit more composed, you would have realized that his commanding aura of dominance quieted all the other creatures in the forest, leaving an eerie, deathly silence that would make even the most expert of hikers turn around and head home. With a deep breath your eyes close slowly, trying desperately to remember what it was that was throwing you off-kilter. You rely on your ears and sense of smell. There was nothing that stood out immediately except the sound of the light rain coming to a stop, so with a low grumble, you whispered to yourself. "Listen to the forest… Listen to the creek around you and the creatures-” You pause momentarily as it finally dawns on you, “There are no other sounds but the creek!… It shouldn't be this qui-”

Before you finish the sentence, a deep snarl comes from your left just as your head turns in it’s direction. Faster than you could open your eyes, a branch snapped, then Gyomei’s body crashed into you. You tumble a few times against the ground, ultimately being pinned to your back. The sound of thumping in your ears increases as you stare into a set of luminous red eyes and gaze upon ashen brown skin that was cold to the touch. Gyomei lets out a deep chuckle while pinning your small hands above your head.

"You remember too late, my love. I thought you would have realized that over an hour ago when I first entered the area." He states in a menacing baritone voice. The force of his tackle left your weapons too far away for you to reach. Regardless, you fight with the strength you have by kicking the demon's rock hard abdominals. Desperate and breathing unsteadily, you do everything imaginable to break free of Gyomei's imperishable death grip on your wrists. The force he applied made it feel like they were going to snap as you grimaced. You continued to think of a way to at least propel him up and over your head, if only you could steady your feet. He was as heavy as a fully loaded train and the sight of his bloodied canines shining in the moonlight made your breathing even more sporadic with the thought that you’d be your husband’s next meal.

Your focus was drawn to his face and how terrifying it was. It harbored black cracks all over that spread along his neck and shoulders, with four extra arms protruding from his side while two continue to pin you. The sounds of your own breaths were drowned out and dominated by his hungry growls. What could have happened to him? Why did this happen to him? He would never agree to becoming a demon… or so you thought. Is this where he’s been for the last two years since his last mission? Through the midst of your confusion, you let out an exasperated grunt, finally finding the words you want to say to him.

"Gy-Gyomei, please! It’s me, your wife, don't-'' You're interrupted as one of Gyomei's free hands comes up to your mouth, covering it in a surprisingly gentle fashion. He makes sure to not scratch your mouth or face with his blackened, serrated claws. Tears of blood flow from his eyes, down his ashen cheeks and onto yours. The cries you expelled were muffled as your own tears involuntarily slip from your eyes and mix with the blood on your face. You begin shaking your head back and forth rapidly, your breaths continuing to stagger as you adamantly try to break free, twisting your wrists until you both hear a loud pop.

The feeling of sharpened nails press into the flesh of your cheek, any more and he’d puncture it. "Shh... My love, don't make this any harder than it needs to be." He tones deeply into your ear as he leans down, the heat from his words making you release a scream into his palm in frustration. Gyomei hums before moving his frosted fingers away from your mouth, slowly tracing along the thickness of your lips before he pinches your chin in the cusp of his index finger. A sharp pain radiates the underside of your chin as his thumb nail penetrates the skin and he draws blood. The stream of red fluid tickles your trachea as you close your eyes from the burning sensation. "You act as if you don't want this… Have you not missed me in my absence?” He asks honestly.

Your breath stifles, your eyes fly open, blistered with tears of grief you’d thought long passed as you lock eyes with your hunter... With your husband. “He remembers me…” You think to yourself while continuing to wiggle your wrist. Finding a little bit of room within his large hands, you were able to break one of your hands free, although you assumed he allowed you to. You slap his hand away from your chin, then shove your palm into his face. "Get.. off... Me!..." You grunt, feet still kicking at his hardened stomach that he, of course, cannot feel. This coerces a demented chuckle from the giant as jagged teeth sink into your palm, burning instantly. Suddenly, the space around your waist is tugged as his nails cut into your sides easily like a knife gliding through butter. He digs his nails in deep, stopping just before any major arteries as he holds you steady.

More of your blood trickles over his fingertips and a feral growl escapes his chest. A loud scream begins to escape your own mouth, the same burning in your chin earlier now ravaging the entirety of your body, the nerves screaming in pain across the synapses in your brain… But then… The area grows warm and sensitive, changing the feral screams of your voice into pleasured moans. Gyomei's top left arm continues to hold one of your wrists, while the top right that you’d smacked away, grabs your offending bloody hand and he drags his tongue over the wound he'd made.

He laps at your palm sensually, slurping on your red nectar while he chuckles. "You know there is no point in this." He tones before licking his lips. "You're too sweet to let go and far too valuable to me to share with anyone else."

You scoff at his words in disgust. "Listen... To yourself!! You- Anh~!" A moan quivers in your voice as his nails squeeze deeper into your sides. "You sound... Like a... Monster! This isn't you! You're not like this!..." You whimper, eyes closing as you turn your head away from what used to be your loving husband. Gyomei continues to lick your wound, becoming even more roused by the position he's in. He kisses his way down your wrist, then smiles playfully.

“But you're enjoying yourself and don't want me to stop... Isn't that right?" He asks in a smooth tone of voice. You hated yourself for agreeing with the demon, a faint heat creeping along your cheeks as you refused to answer, your body now basking in the warmth surging through your body. His carnivorous licks grow more pleasant with each passing second. You look up at the demon with curiosity plaguing your mind.

"Exactly... What kind of demon are you? Why did you become a demon? How could you.. Leave me for so long?" You ask in a medium pitched, breathy voice. Your arousal was obvious to the demon towering above you. He gently responds back while placing your hand back in its original place in his large palm, pinning it above your head again.

"My only reason for becoming a demon was to meet you again. I was dying a painful death on my final mission as a Slayer and could not bear the thought of never saying goodbye… So, I did what I must to meet you once more. I try not to dwell on my blunder, as what I wished for finally came to pass.” He tones while dragging his nail along the supple flesh of your skin. “As far as what kind of demon, it should be obvious by now, my love. Tell me, what do you think I am?" He asks while taking the finger on his bottom right hand to the top of your slayer uniform, then drags it down to the waistline of your pants. The sound of fabric tearing and buttons popping could be heard as your breasts burst out of the torn clothing.

The sound of the demon purring signals that he likes what he sensed, your overwhelming aroma of lust teasing his nose and tongue as he palms your chest. The cold wet air grazing your bare flesh and nipples pulls a stifled moan from your lips before you answer. "An... Incubus?..." Gyomei nods his head slowly, then places his forehead to yours.

“Will you allow me to indulge in your warmth once more, y/n? I may be a demon… But I still care deeply about you, that much I have not forgotten.” He asks while looping his finger on the inside of your pants. You couldn’t help but relent and nod your head. You’d missed his touch so much for the past two years that he was away. He grins at you lovingly, then begins to drag his finger from the base of your collarbone to your navel tearing the flesh of your torso as he goes. The sound of your moans flooding his ear brought bliss throughout his body.

He uses his last two arms to spread your legs, exposing a precious pussy that was oozing cum prematurely as he rubs his clothed dick against your sensitive bulb. His venom had worked just as he wanted it to. He feels along your tiny frame as you fully submit to your lust. With your head tilted back, eyes half lidded and your body flushed beyond all reason, you position your hips against the underside of his dick. The massive output of steam from your body signals to him that you’re all his and your resistance has dissipated. Gyomei giggles at you before dragging his tongue along your bloody torso. "You taste amazing, my love…" He whispers as removes his claws from your waist and free’s his large dick from his pants, then lines it up at your opening. “This will hurt a bit.”

As he pushes his hips forward, his dick seemingly splits you up the middle and presses into your cervix as you let out a feral moan. How thrilling it felt to be under your husband once again albeit under less than ideal circumstances. Here you were, bare as a newborn child on the forest floor, mating with a demon of astronomical size and strength. Each thrust into your tight hole had you seeing stars and squeezing your nails into your palms. “T-to much!... H-hurts!” You cry as tears of pleasure start to careen down your cheeks. Gyomei snarls as he leans in to bite your neck, injecting more venom into you, soothing your pain while feeding himself in the process as your scream takes on a more pleasured tone.

Gyomei drags his tongue along your neck slowly and with the tantalizing taste of iron on his tongue accompanied by the feeling of his dick being squeezed and sucked into your greedy pussy has soft, pleased growls leaving his chest with each snap of his hips. He could lose himself in this sensation and he does. You’re intoxicating to this man and he can’t stop himself as he goes in a second time, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. Your heavy breathing and moaning has your heart pumping his venom through your veins at an exponential rate, causing you to cum all over his pelvis as you take him in his entirety.

“F-fuck!... S-so big!… S-so good!~” You whimper, your pussy spasms as you feel a dagger like sensation piercing into your collar bone, the sound of squelching filling the air as your eyes drift to the back of your head. The feeling of his cold skin against your own causes temporary relief as you continue to release guttural moans into Gyomei’s ear. The large demon continues to drive into you harder, deeper, faster until he feels you nearing your breaking point. He squeezes your wrists tighter, pumping into you sloppily as creamy white slick spreads to his abdomen.

“Almost...” He pleads in a deep and needy tone as he angles himself to fuck into your sweet spot. The sheer feeling of him pushing into your tightening hole was too much to bear, what tips him over the edge was the sound of your voice breaking as you orgasm loudly, the sound reverberating in his ears causing him to let out a deep groan that vibrates your chest as he shoots thick, hot ropes of his seed into you.

Both of you were breathing heavily and you’d looked like you’d been mauled by a demon. Bite marks everywhere and close to severe blood loss. You look up at him with tired eyes, the adrenaline from his venom wearing off as you ask breathily,

“Are you going to devour me now?”

Gyomei chuckles and lets go of your bruised wrists.

“Oh, my love… this is just the first of our encounters. I’ve decided this will not be the last of us meeting. As I said: You're too sweet to let go and far too valuable to me to share with anyone else... ”

… And you didn’t mind that. Not. One Bit.

[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?   

[official-butterfly-sisters]

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

[gilded-sunrays]

The flower Yoriichi holds is a catharanthus:

Japanese name : nichi-nichi-sou , nichi=day . sou=grass

Called so as it rejoices in the sun, unable to survive in colder climates. Unlike flowers that demand a lot of attention; this is a very simplistic, common flower that grows in the wild. Much like their characteristics, they can symbolize a tender memories shared with an old friend, or the experience of nostalgia. They symbolize the beauty of simplicity in life.

[thenorthling]

Looking for various RP's.

☆ Hello, I'm back looking for another writing partner or two ☆

+ Some quick rules first to make sure we're on the same page;

♡ I'm looking to rp with people who are 21+, I'm an adult myself and prefer to write with others who are adults.

♡ 3rd person POV, past or present tense is preferred.

♡ For now, doubling only so please show interest in both stories.

♡ Prefer CC x OC most of the time, but in some cases CC x CC. And in two cases for non-fandom rp's I want OC x OC.

♡ All characters must be 18+, while I'm open to writing smut it overall has to do with darker themes in the story.

♡ Romance is fun, you can choose whatever you want for your story whether it be M x M, F x F, NB x either gender, I'm comfortable with it all. But for my story, I stick with M x F.

♡ I usually write what I feel like without thinking too much about post length, though it's worth mentioning that I don't do rapid-fire or posts every 3+ weeks.

♡ I really love OOC talk, so I'm hoping to reach out to someone social. I don't mind the posts for our rp being spaced out at all, but OOC talk is very important to me to keep things interesting.

♡ Should the rp not be for you anymore let me know instead of just not posting, it happens to us all, muse doesn't last forever. I would really like to be given the chance to thank you for your time and the rp we had together.

♡ Also, I love being invested in my writing partner's plot and OC and I will most likely try to add some input to your story just to feel ever more invested. But please show some interest back, there are far too many who are only interested in their own story and I'm really not the person for you if you don't give a bit in return.

♡ Be willing to exchange writing samples.

♡ Password; tell me your favourite colour.

+ The games;

♡ Hogwarts Legacy; fully completed as a proud Hufflepuff, it was the plants in the common room that did it.

♡ Arkham Knight; for this I'm looking to write as Jason Todd, I'm open to my writing partner either using a CC or a OC (if you're using a OC please have a doc or some kind with one that fits into this fandom).

+ The anime/manga;

♡ Jujutsu Kaisen; fully caught up with the manga recently, I'm not too sure what I think about it right now. <.<

♡ Demon Slayer; up to date with the anime and I have read the manga.

♡ Attack on Titan; completed the manga/anime.

♡ Hell's Paradise: I wish more people loved this. ;-; Read the manga so fully updated on it.

♡ Haikyuu: Everyone needs a feel-good series.

♡ Tsurune: Like Haikyuu but with a bow.

+ Non-fandoms;

♡ Mafia; I got a male OC that needs some dusting off.

♡ WWII; I got another male OC here in need of some love.

I RP over Discord, which is also where you can reach me, the messenger here on Tumblr is not working well for me at all so feel free to add me @ thenorthling. Also, when reaching out, please add a light intro of yourself, some details about what you want and the password I have in my post, don't write "wanna rp?".?".