#kny alternate ending

[yoiiyoii]

I do agree that it's OOC and doesn't make sense that Giyuu and Sanemi canonically had descendants in the ~4 years of life they had left. But I also do think people hyperfixate on the logistics a little too much sometimes when discussing character, headcanons, post-canon, etc etc (it kinda gets annoying hearing "why don't we ship Giyuu with his ACTUAL wife for once??" for the thousandth time...)

The fact that they had kids has less to do with "Giyuu and Sanemi went on dates with women and found their perfect match and decided to marry and have kids" yada yada, it's moreso just a representation of KNY's core theme about "eternal human feelings". Giyuu and Sanemi survived, and their humanity got passed down. The rest didn't, but their humanity got passed down anyways through reincarnation. It's merely another tool to show a big middle finger to Muzan and less about the concept of "Giyuu/Sanemi had a wife and they left her alone after dying at 25" (I mean, there's a reason we weren't even shown them, not even a blank silhouette, because that's just not important).

Having said this I heavily recommend the series Love Letters From Tomioka by sciathan_file on ao3. One of my fav KNY fics, about Giyuu (clumsily) trying to court a woman.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

could you do a yandere demon mitsuri or shinobu with a demon slayer darling

Demon Slayer Reader in Reverse AU | Yandere KNY

In this alternate universe the hashira are the equivalents of the Upper Moons. Unbelievably strong, incredibly devious, and just as responsible for innumerable deaths as their creator. You on the other hand are like Tanjiro Kamado, a demon slayer dutifully following the orders of Muzan as he’s determined to finally stop the rampant killing that those demons do. But there’s something special about you. Something that the demons just can’t deny. That has them persistently chasing you their greater their connection to their beloved creator. Maybe it’s the blood of their kin, or your kissable lips, or the curses you mutter as your sword doesn’t slice through their necks. Either way they are down-bad:

Mitsuri Kanroji

Turned after being rejected for her strength and differences

Now she uses them to eat scores of humans particularly the most bland people she can find

Can you believe just how few people she actually loves?

Too few people are special because of their differences or physical traits

Which means she’s happily devour all those who don’t which is a lot

She of course claims it’s love at first sight when she sees you

It really can be something as simple as a colorful hanafuda or being deaf

Anything unique to you makes her weak in her knees

“You’re making me so happy just to have met you! I love you!”

So busy fawning over you, she barely misses your swing

Stronger than others she only falls for you deeper

In her twisted mind the blood of Ubuyashiki makes beautiful people of his divine choice even more beautiful 

Thus her mission when fighting you is to turn you

So she can have your beauty be eternal

“Don’t avoid me for long my Love! I’m going to make you perfect soon!’

The biggest challenge other than her flexibility, the cherry blossom flooded air, and her insane physical strength is her beau

Rarely does the Demon Moon of Love leave without the Demon Moon of Snakes in tow

And while for your first meetings he definitely is not trying to keep you alive for the change

After he get’s to know you and a nice talk that involves lot’s of dying lower rank demon slayers they’ll both be on the same page

Which will spell absolute doom for you as the conniving duo is not going to bother being upfront 

They’ll scheme

They’ll plot 

Hold your tsugoko or friends from up high as they take advantage of your heightened emotions

“I want to love you forever and ever and ever. And no one is going to stop me! Not even you”

Shinobu Kocho

She was turned along with her sister who Ubuyashiki saved after she fell ill

For years prior she had devoted herself to science, to medicine only for it to fail her at every turn 

Only when she incorporated the great Ubuyashiki’s blood into her creations does she find proper results good results

And she is praised with having so many willing addicted meals and servants to offer as she produces her remedies for masses

Interacting with prey so often gives her a better way to hide and know about the demon slayer’s actions

And amateur slayers that come into her shop swords drawn are usually bullied by the surrounding towns folk

All to be beaten up and kicked out of the town becoming easy pickings at that point

She thought she’d do the same to you

By the way you walked she could sense your power and her mortal end coming closer

But you didn’t attack

Surrounded by many of her loyal customers you ask that she try the contents of a vial to tell what it is

Since it’s suspicious to the people you offer to drink it, another villager drinks it

“You’re the greatest medic in this region. Won’t you tell me what it is and where to find it?”

It’s Wisteria

Potent and poisonous wisteria 

Here shinobu is faced with a choice

Attack you ruin her reputation and have to deal with a mob

Or…

drink it and writhe revealing her demon form to be attacked by the mob

“You think you’re a cunning little butterfly don’t you. Flashing your poisonous colors at me. You aren’t aware of the hunger you’ve aroused in me!”

She wasn’t happy as a human with the limits she had

So she doesn’t choose any of those options opting to kill everyone 

You block the attack finding out it’s a feint for her to run away 

Run away with a snarl that she hasn’t shown for hundreds of years

How dare you!? 

Ruining her perfect system 

When she reports to the Ubuyashiki compound by night she’s got her head down low while reporting 

As expected she was chewed out not only by The Ubuyashiki but the Upper Moons as well 

And there is one person she blames above all for her shame

“That despicable little demon slayer!! I’m going to make them pay!”

Her hatred for you becomes a widely welcomed truth among the other demons

Hanging your whereabouts above her head 

As she snaps at them like a snarling dog

But her hatred is not simply that

She wants to own you 

To hold your face as she successfully demonstrates her mass attack absorbing all within the vicinity 

To clip your pretty little wings and delight in your forbidden flavor for as long as possible

When one of her colleagues theonesheclaimsshehatesthemost pressures her she’s rambling to him about how she’d never want to actually kill you nor turn you completely into a demon like she

“They’re not good enough for Master…but it’d be a shame for such a beautiful butterfly to die so quickly.”

So she’ll turn to science

Once again using her expertise to craft some serum that she plans to keep you attached to for the rest of your not-so mortal life

She’ll use her own blood measuring and testing how little is needed to give you the best parts of being a demon

She knows the clock is ticking as your life goes on

So she’ll be excited to track you down, learning as much as she can about you

Almost as much fun as she’ll enjoy making simple humans that remind her of you as test subjects

She’d even be willing to get help from one of the Upper Moons with her hunt for you

“I hope your ready for a change, butterfly! There’s nothing I can’t do without his blood.”

[niilue]

Yoriichi + touch-starved + nipple play + fem reader

⎯ yoriichi tsugikuni• kny

cw: dom reader, female reader, touch starved, nipple play, yorii it's so shy :( this is a cute nsfw drabble <33, and sorryyyy for the delay

niilue's 3k event

yoriichi tsugikuni was always an enigmatic figure. his imposing presence and deep gaze hid a heart that was passionate, yet extremely shy. you, a warrior who had fought at his side, had realised that there was a hidden fire within him, a desire just waiting to be fed.

that night, after a long day of training, you decided it was time to explore that desire. the moon shone brightly in the sky, casting a silvery light over the dojo where the two of you had gathered. shadows danced around you, creating an intimate and mysterious atmosphere.

you approached yoriichi, who was sitting on the floor, lost in thought. with a seductive smile, you said, "would you like to learn something new tonight? his face flushed, but he couldn't help but look at your lips curiously.

in one smooth motion, you knelt in front of him, your hands delicately touching his thighs. his breathing quickened as you approached. "don't be afraid, yoriichi. trust me." you whispered as your fingers began to play with the ends of his clothes, sliding gently down to his chest.

yoriichi shivered at your touch, his wide eyes reflecting both desire and fear. yet there was a fire within him that began to flare. you leaned forward and let your lips brush his neck, feeling his skin bristle under your warm breath.

"take me wherever you wish," you said in a soft but commanding tone. his trembling hands reached for your waist, but you stopped him. 'this time i'm the one in control".

with a firm motion, you gently pushed him back, forcing him to lean back against the tatami. you stood over him, looking into his eyes, seeking his approval. his nod was almost imperceptible, but enough to let you know he was ready.

you began to explore his body with your hands, touching his chest, playing with the soft threads of his clothing. as your fingers slid down to her nipples, you noticed how her body responded to each touch. it was as if your every touch ignited a spark of pleasure she had never experienced before.

"yoriichi, look at me", you said in a firm voice, forcing him to maintain eye contact. his shyness was still there, but there was a new confidence in his eyes. you continued to play with his nipples, alternating between gentle caresses and harder squeezes, enjoying how his moans mingled with the softness of the night.

"do you like it?" you asked, a gleam of mischief in your eyes. he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "yes… it's very pleasurable." the answer filled you with satisfaction, knowing that you were unleashing his true self, one that craved more.

finally, you decided it was time to take it to another level. you lowered yourself, letting your lips follow the path your hands had traced, moving down his abdomen until you reached the line of his clothing. with a deliberate motion, you unbuttoned his clothes, exposing his skin.

"yoriichi, you are so beautiful," you whispered, enjoying the vulnerability he offered you. you took your time, exploring every inch of his body, making sure he knew how much you wanted him. his moans grew louder, and though he remained shy, there was a spark of burning desire in his eyes.

your connection intensified, and in that moment you both knew your world was about to change forever. what had begun as a simple exploration turned into an erotic dance where roles blurred and you simply existed for each other.

that night, under the moonlight, yoriichi tsugikuni was no longer just a lonely warrior; he became the lover he had always wanted to be, and you, the woman who would guide him through the fire of desire.

word count: 625

[yuesya]

kinda loose thought but what if in another kny au, Shiki was teleported there right after the accident that activated her ct and Muzan was the first to find her? or alternatively, one of the pillars?

Shiki was in a coma for a year following her accident, so if Muzan was the first to find her he'd probably eat her or something.

If it was one of the Pillars, she'd probably be brought to a safe house. When it becomes apparent that she does not have any family looking for her, she ends up being taken care of by the Demon Slayer Corps.

[bluespiderlully]

KNY - My Characters ARCHIVE

WATER BREATHING SLAYERS

🌊 Giyu Tomioka (21 y.o.) - Water Hashira

Giyu Tomioka grew up in a small town where fishing was the main activity, near Sanemi and Ayumi’s village. His sister, Tsutako, was about to get married, but a demon —Sanemi and Ayumi's mother (you'll see that better in the next posts)— attacked the night before, killing almost everyone. Giyu survived thanks to his sister’s body, but was left in shock for hours. Afterward, he met Urokodaki, and with no family left, he decided to train in the Water Breathing technique. Unlike in the original story, Giyu doesn’t suffer from impostor syndrome since Sabito and Makomo are still alive in this version.

🧊 Sabito Ashina (22 y.o.) - Ice Hashira

Sabito grew up in a wealthy family, the Ashina, who gained their fortune through banking during the Meiji period. He lived with his parents and older brother until his parents died in a shipwreck while traveling to America for business. Left alone, his brother squandered their fortune on gambling, opium, and entertainment, accumulating heavy debts. Unable to repay them, his brother took his own life, leaving Sabito to deal with the creditors. To pay off the debts, Sabito joined the Demon Slayer Corps, hunting demons for extra money during the Final Selection and aiming to become a Hashira for the high salary.

💨 Reika Yamigawa (19 y.o.) - Steam Hashira

Reika Yamigawa endured a traumatic upbringing marked by severe abuse from her family. The relentless mistreatment led to the development of schizophrenia, culminating in a tragic incident where she killed her entire family. Faced with the death penalty, Reika was offered an alternative: join the Demon Slayer Corps. Opting for this path, she trained rigorously and mastered the Steam Breathing technique, earning the title of Steam Hashira. In addition to her combat skills, Reika possesses a natural aptitude for mechanics and artillery, contributing her expertise to the Corps' technological advancements. Despite her turbulent past and mental health challenges, she remains a dedicated member of the Demon Slayer Corps, channeling her skills and experiences into the fight against demons.

🪷 Kanae Kocho (22 y.o.) - Flower Hashira

Kanae was born into a wealthy family that made their fortune producing medicine. Her parents wanted her to marry Kyojuro from the Rengoku family to strengthen their financial ties, but neither Kanae nor Kyojuro agreed, especially since she was 12 and he was only 10 when they met. However, the wedding never happened because Kanae and Shinobu's parents were killed in a demon attack, and Gyomei (not present in the Hashira lineup of this AU, but still present in my lore) saved the sisters. Kanae later began working at the Butterfly Mansion, where she met Enmu. They quickly became close friends and eventually developed a romantic relationship, ending any plans for an arranged marriage with Kyojuro.

[levi-supreme]

Tasty

Characters: Kyoujurou x fem!reader

Genre: KNY!canonverse

Warnings: Smut, minors and ageless blogs DNI. Established relationship (Kyoujurou and reader are in a relationship). Oral sex (fem!receiving). Kyoujurou is a Hashira and reader is a Kinoto. Semi-public sex (Kyoujurou and reader are in the middle of a mission in the mountain).

Word count: 0.6k

A/N: Here's Week 2 of Kinktober! This has been in my drafts for a good two years LOL and I finally managed to work on this <3

[17102023] Cross posted to AO3!! Read on AO3 here.

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“Umai,” the Flame Hashira said as he licked a wet strip up your soaking pussy. The hakama trousers of your Demon Slayer Corps uniform was pooled at your ankles, your haori stained with the colour of the earth. 

“Umai,” he said again as another flick of his tongue tasted your sleek. 

“R-Rengoku-san—” your sentence was cut when you heard a faint ‘umai’ once more. You groaned in delight, your hip jerked in response. Your fingers dug deep into the dirt and gravel, crunching up a few dried leaves.

“Umai.”

“Ren-Rengoku-san, p-please, Ren—K-Kyoujurou-san… s-stop, please, Kyou—” you tried your damndest to stop your Hashira lover from going further; you both were here on a mission to exterminate the demon terrorising and killing hikers, not to make out in the wild and end up having him go down on you in the middle of the mountain. Oyakata-sama sent you here to assist Kyoujurou because of your capabilities, not to give you an opportunity to make out with your lover. 

“Kyoujurou-san, we—we really shouldn’t be d—” your words were stuck as Kyoujurou lifted your hips slightly up to hang your legs over his shoulders, his hands now cupping your ass cheeks, protecting them from the harsh cold earth. Kyoujurou took his time, slowly licking between your wet folds up and down just the way you loved. Massaging your ass cheeks, Kyoujurou hummed in happiness when he heard your soft whines and pants. 

“You want me to stop, yet your reaction is telling me otherwise, my sweet flame,” Kyoujurou smirked as he stopped whatever he was doing to look at you, “listen to yourself, my love”—as Kyoujurou inserted two fingers into your sloppy cunt—“listen to how wet you are. All for me.” 

Without warning, your Hashira lover continued to thrust his fingers in and out, occasionally curling his fingers to look for your sweet spot. His skillful tongue started to tease your clit, drawing little circles on those sensitive bundles of nerves, his rhythm matching the thrusting of his fingers. In, out, in, out, your high was slowly building up. 

As Kyoujurou alternated between sucking and licking your clit, you tried your hardest to muffle your moans once more, but all attempts were futile once Kyoujurou hit that sweet spot of yours. The friction of his thick fingers inside your walls were driving you insane, the fleeting touches of his tongue on your clit was making you crave for more. You tried to resist, tried to calm yourself down; there was no way you would want to cum on such a dirty ground. 

But Kyoujurou didn’t mind at all. He didn’t mind how rough the gravel was against his stomach, he didn’t mind how stiff his neck and back were from lying prone on the ground. He didn’t mind how you wound your fingers through his locks and tugged his strands hard, and he absolutely didn’t mind how you ground your cunt against his mouth, silently urging and pleading him for more. 

Kyoujurou didn’t mind at all, as long as he could have a taste of you. 

“K-Kyoujurou—” you whined, feeling your senses about to explode, “Kyoujurou, I’m c-close, Kyou—” 

“I got you, my sweet flame. I’m here. Let it go.” 

And with his words, the coil in your belly snapped as you came on his mouth hard. Kyoujurou’s fingers slowly pulled out from your hole as he drank up all you had to offer. Your fragrance was all he could register as he slurped all your juices. With every tantalising lick on your dripping cunt, Kyoujurou never stopped muttering. 

Umai.

Umai. 

Umai. 

And with a final kiss to your throbbing cunt, Kyoujurou finally broke free from your wetness to look at you in earnest with his flaming bright eyes:

“Gochisou sama deshita (thanks for the meal).”

Tagging: @levi-lover @thehouseofmaple @ladycheesington

[colourstreakgryffin]

KNY Hashira Shitpost; Merfolk AU

You see! I watched the live action of “the Little Mermaid” yesterday and wanted to change the Hashira into merpeople so ya!

The Hashira

Under the phrase “Hashira”, nine merpeople are the personal guardians of the Royal Ubuyashiki family and the kingdom the Ubuyashikis rule from dangerous life like sharks, eels, serpent/octopus monsters, etc.

The Hashira use weapons like katanas and staffs to fend off these threats. Three of the Hashira use different weapons for their own comfortability

The Hashira guard the kingdom at night and kill those creatures to ensure the merpeople race aren’t further killed

All merpeople have hydrokinetic magic powered by lunar energy. Through moonstone pendants, they can bend water, control sealife and alternate swimming speeds

Sea monsters’ magic is ten times stronger than merpeople, but have a bigger mental affect. Darkness corrupts their mindsets quicker

Tomioka Giyuu

Giyuu is a cobalt blue zebrafish merman

Spends a lot of his spare time collecting rare ores and shells to make them into gifts to give to Tanjiro and Nezuko

Giyuu has his own private cave, that basically all the Hashira plus the Royal family don’t know about. He can get away from socialisation and recollect himself in silence

Kocho Shinobu

Shinobu is a teardrop butterflyfish merwoman

Cleans up toxic waste with the butterfly girls in her free time, for all to be recycled into poisons she uses in her missions

Shinobu can’t stand being above the seawater for too long, the sun is too hot and the air makes her skin feel itchy. She is very petty with her needs

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro is a firefish goby merman

Gathers and brings back round troubled sealife to the sea. He feels required to make sure the innocent beings of the waters are safe

Kyojuro spends pretty much all his free time with his little brother, sightseeing the land people at the beach

Tengen Uzui

Tengen is a mandarinfish merman

His overall style is so flamboyant and over-the-top, that most are blinded by the mere sight of him

Tengen, with his excellently-singing wives, create music for the underwater kingdom and hosts his own music club

Tokito Muichiro

Muichiro is a transparent surgeon fish merman

Gets lost so often that the Hashira have to drench his tail in sticking glowing dust to track him down more easily

Muichiro always runs into those dangerous creatures like sharks and octopus, but ends up playing with them

Kanroji Mitsuri

Mitsuri is a bubblegum pink betta fish merwoman

Loves decorating tails and hairs of her fellow merwomen and is very skilled at the art. She can groom tails in a few minutes tops

Mitsuri has a incredibly beautiful singing voice and makes up random catchy songs on the fly to sing as she swims

Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei is a stonefish monster+gray snapper merman hybrid

This merbeing hybrid can easily withstand the pressure of the deeper waters and studies the sea life deeper below

Gyomei has very poisonous spines all over his tail so he has to be very weary of contact with other merpeople

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Sanemi is a blackwing flying fish merman

A very speedy swimmer and can make a gliding jump for 350m at a time. His sleek tail and fins help double his speed

Sanemi spends lot of his time tracking down threats to take care of them, even outside of his duty as a Hashira, since it’s fun to him

Iguro Obanai

Obanai is a banded sea serpent monster+swordtail fish merman hybrid

Uses his magic a lot as it’s a effective way to restrain the enemies, but eventually has to be restrained himself until that mental effect disappears

Obanai covers his mouth with special seaweed and has it as precaution bandages, incase he comes across a injured being

[ao3feed-itafushi]

JJK Oneshots and short stories

by DIORHOBI20 This is essentially a collection of one shots and short stories I come up with for JJK The one shots/stories can include crossover AUs (Like JJK x KNY), Omegaverse, No curses or powers AU, High school and Uni AUs etc. Warnings: Underage Ships & Sexual Content Explicit, Non-Explicit, Light, and Referenced Smut/Sexual content Contains content of Rape, Abuse, and Manipulation Descriptions of Blood and Gore that varies in how descriptive they are BDSM Grooming of Young children Underage consumption of alcohol and usage of drugs Violence Characters that are completely different from their canon personalities Please read with caution Words: 48, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime, Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Toji, Fushiguro Megumi's Mother, Zenin Maki, Inumaki Toge, Okkotsu Yuuta, Haibara Yu (Jujutsu Kaisen), Getou Suguru, Kenjaku | Fake Getou Suguru, Itadori Jin, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Uraume (Jujutsu Kaisen), Tsukumo Yuki, Chousou (Jujutsu Kaisen), Panda (Jujutsu Kaisen), Kugisaki Nobara, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Iori Utahime, Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru/You, Gojo Satoru/Reader, Gojo Satoru/Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento/Reader, Nanami Kento/You, Nanami Kento/Original Character(s), Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento, Getou Suguru/Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu/Nanami Kento, Nanami Kento/Original Male Character(s), Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Itadori Yuuji/Reader, Itadori Yuuji/Kugisaki Nobara, Itadori Yuuji/Okkotsu Yuuta Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Shameless Smut, Underage Rape/Non-con, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Past Sexual Abuse, Abusive Relationships, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Top Gojo Satoru, Bottom Gojo Satoru, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Itadori Yuuji is a Ray of Sunshine, Itadori Yuuji is Not Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna's Vessel, Past Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Established Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento, Grooming, Manipulation, Spit Kink, Size Kink, Size Difference, BDSM, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - No Curses (Jujutsu Kaisen), Crossovers & Fandom Fusions from AO3 works tagged 'Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji' https://ift.tt/27hgvJ1

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

In preparation for the kny movies I think I should finish the alternate endings. However there are some characters I think had perfect endings... I don't want to change it but I will

[lavitaofdeath]

Rescue Bots fighting style in my AU

So regarding This post again where I mentioned several things, the main one being about Blades fighting like Ty Lee from ATLA

So I´ve brought myself to do Heatwave, Boulder and Chase fighting style in their holoforms! /can also be considered in their bot forms

That and explaining more about Blades one of course!

Blades

As I´ve stated before, since Blades is the team official medic, he must know all about Cybertronian; biology, anatomy and medicine. Since rescue missions sometimes, or most of the time, end up with the rescuers or the rescued injured. And having a medic in the team ,or at least someone with medical knowledge till help arrive, must be if not needed then OBLIGATORY.

So for me Blades fighting like Ty Lee works in his Holoform, because her fighting style is called "White Crane Fist" or “beak hands” or gōu shǒu, and this type of style emphasizes on circular movements, grace, and subtlety. The style also requires strong balance, reach, agility, and speed over brute force.

Also in this type of fighting style, it is necessary to know about human anatomy, or precisely about pressure points (if they actually belong to the branch of biology I apologize for the confusion). By hitting a sequence of pressure points, you can paralyze or even kill enemies.

I don´t know how but I think this could be aplied, somehow to their Cybertronian form!

Boulder

Now, while Boulder has a huge frame and powerful alternate mode, his gentle nature might prevent him from acting violently, he may dislike violence and his main focus is on rescue missions. However, if necessary, he must resort to violence to protect his comrades.

He is absolutedly the most peaceful bot in his team and with his little innocent fascination about Earth´s Flora and Fauna, he is definitely the most protected of his team.

And even if he doesn´t recurs to violence, his team, mostly Blades and Heatwave insist that he needs to AT LEAST know personal defence or carry a weapon around, a small weapon.

So I imagine him using "nunchucks" or "nunchaku", like TMNT Mikey. He is good fighting with his nunchucks and decent at hand to hand combat.

Chase

Now while Boulder is the peaceful one that doesn´t like to use violence unless necessary, Chase on the other hand is capable of using violence but he strongly belief in the law, meaning that he will rather use legal police procedures that using violence.

But he agreed, by order of Heatwave, to resort to violence if necessary or in case of life or death, he without a doubt follows the orders of his superiors and Heatwave is the leader of his team therefore he must obey him, also because he understands his concerns.

So like Boulder, I imagine that Chase also carries a weapon around, and he is better at fighting than Boulder. So in my perspective his fighting style is kinda like Tanjiro Kamado from Kny, but without the Breathing Style, he is good with his katana.

Or like in many headcannons he knows about the Cyberninjas style of fighting.

Heatwave

Believe me or not I was in PAIN trying to figure out how Heatwave´s fighting should be (well his and Chase´s) so I will just say this.

Heatwave already has the will to fight, even though he is a Rescue Bot and his main objective is to save people, he wants to join Team Prime to be able to fight!

But even though that he NEEDS and WANTS to fight, he knows down deep in his Spark, that he cannot leave his team, his family, alone, he knows that there are dangers and that his team is the only full and functional Rescue team left. They are the only thing he has left, they and the Burns family are his home.

So even if he knows he can´t leave his home, that does not stop him from learning to figh. He already is very strong and he is really focused on improving, but he must be a great fighter, if not the best of his team(Blades following him).

He is accurate and lethal, he makes sure to study his opponent's movements when fighting them, if he sees a pattern he can predict his opponent's next movement and stop it in time with a blow.

It might not look at it but he can adjust his water cannons so that they have more pressure and cause damage to his enemy.

So I see him as a less deathly but still good fighter like the Winter Soldier AKA Bucky Barnes!

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ThisIsFinallyDoneOmG-

This took me FOREVER, I´m in Spain WITHOUT THE S!

[yuramec]

Considering what happens in KNY's final arc, in your swap au, is Genya's fate changed too? Also does Nezuko work out, does she have muscles and abs like Tanjiro does in canon?

YES Nezuko is a little more muscular thanks to the slayer life style.... now the other thing... well...

i said i wasnt gonna change mucho of the canon, didnt i ?

Maybe it ill need an alternative ending.

[daisydevorak]

Maybe it's time I finally introduce my kny OC who's literally Daisy but shoved into this universe under a new name and story jkhfgkdg Her full name is Kiniro Hinagiku. She's got her own breathing style she developped with Tengen's guidance (Light Breathing, I'm still working on her forms) and has an accute sense of sight. (Imagine Tanjiro's sense of smell, but with her sight instead.) Psst, there's her demon form hidden under the cut as well. >:3c (This only occurs if a certain canon event happens so it's like... an alternate ending she can achieve depending on whether or not it happens)

Her demon name is Kugutsu, and yes, she doesn't have arms anymore. Instead, they're replaced by ball-jointed wooden doll-like arms she can control at will.

[mystwrites]

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Tickle fics - I personally always found these adorable and LOVE writing these! Reading your favorite characters giggling from a poke is the best!

Fluff - I love a good fic with all the cuteness in the world, romantic or platonic! Let the characters be friends!

Crack fics - gimme a goofy idea and watch me run with whatever comes into my head. I will create pure CHAOS

Alternate Universes - I have AUs of the characters and would probably post some modern au hc’s later down the line. If you wanna give me ideas pls feel free to do so!

Angst - I love angst but it really depends on the type of angst. There must be a happy ending in my books but I will occasionally do a hurt no comfort sort of fic if I feel like it

[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

The Other Side of Paradise

[ a KNY lore building fanfiction ]

Rating: M Word Count: 4,896 Warnings: Canon-typical violence, Blood and Gore, Canonical Character Death, Murder, Attempted Murder, Domestic Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence (It'll make sense at the end I promise) Characters: Nakime (Biwa Demon), Nakime's Husband, Muzan Kibutsuji, Kokushibou, Gyuutarou, Daki Author's Notes: I… Genuinely don't have an explanation for this other than I think Nakime is a super interesting character. I mean, she's canonically stated to be one of Muzan's FAVORITES. Also, we love a girlboss who girlbosses too close to the sun. Anyways, the murder scene isn't all that graphic, but just in case please know that she DOES kill her husband. She also slaps him. Unhappy marriage. Uh anyways, enjoy!

“I wish you could see the wicked truth. Caught up in a rush, it's killing you! Screaming at the sun you blow into.” ────────── The boy was in control. Her castle was not answering to her despite the way she screamed within her mind for it to respond. HE was controlling her masterpiece! Panic clung to her form yet she remained still, frozen by his touch, by the damned seal placed upon her head, no doubt created by the Ubuyashiki family for this exact scenario. All around her, Demon Slayers invaded her sacred Infinity Castle. One hundred and thirteen years of craftwork, of being at Lord Muzan’s side, crumbling to dust beneath her very fingers. Lord Muzan, Nakime cried within her mind, I’m so sorry I’ve failed you. I’m so sorry that I’m not able to fight back. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so- ────────── The sound of birds chirping roused her from her slumber. Blinking in the early morning light, Emiko studied the ceiling over her bed. To her right was her husband, Kazuya. When he’d gotten in, she wasn’t sure. Sometime in the night long after she’d retired, most likely. Grimacing, she sat up to stretch. He wouldn’t be up for some few hours yet, giving her plenty of time to get her morning chores out of the way. Breakfast came first, though. 

She’d need to tend to her biwa before the performance tonight. This one would be a make or break sort of deal, a stage before a large enough crowd meant money. Money meant saving to get out of the shithole they called home, away from the Entertainment District, away from the tea houses. That was her goal- and to get away from Kazuya, even if the thought made her heart twinge in sadness. It hadn’t always been that way, really. He had been a good man when they met; she was barely sixteen, he was seventeen. They’d agreed to marry to get both of them out of the situation they were in with their families. 

The gambling started shortly after their marriage had been official. And it truly wasn’t bad for the first year! He hadn’t squandered their savings immediately; just a few coins here and there. But as the days wore on, as she struggled for work within the tea houses and her skills as a musician, he began to grow… Bored. Tired, perhaps; she wasn’t sure, really. Any time she attempted to broach the subject, he would shut her down almost immediately. 

Then came the drinking. 

Seven years of marriage. That’s how long she’s suffered with his addiction, how long she had spent smelling alcohol and watching as her savings dwindled down to nothing. Her gaze drifted as she washed the egg she’d taken from their lone chicken. One egg was better than nothing. She had salted pork left that she could fry for herself; egg and salted, fatty bacon. That would do her over until she was able to eat after the performance! Perfect, perfect, perfect. Humming to herself as she ate, her mind drifted to the argument they’d had before he left the night before. 

He’d threatened to take her biwa and sell it. Her biwa, the one thing she treasured more than life itself. She’d bought it with her own hard-earned money when she was fourteen. She’d taken such careful care of it; waxing, oiling, tuning, keeping it tucked away in its case. And Kazuya knew how much she treasured it, but he still had the gall to ask- no, not even ask, but demand she give it to him to pay off some of his gambling debts! 

“You want me to what?” Emiko asked, spoon paused halfway to her mouth, miso broth shaking subtly with the tremor in her hand. “I’m sorry, you want me to sell my biwa?”

“No.” Kazuya shook his head; he was sober, for once. But the manic look in his eyes was still there. “I want you to give me your biwa so I can sell it and get some money to pay off my debts.”

“Are you insane? No!” Emiko set her spoon down into her bowl, shaking her head quickly. “I will do NO such thing!” 

“Why not?”

“Because that biwa is our only source of income!” Gesturing around herself at the shack they called home, an angered laugh escaped her. “Look at where we live, Kazuya! I’m trying to save us from this!”

“Could always join an Okiya down in the Entertainment District.”

The smack was deafeningly loud in the shack. Emiko stood, hand still hovering where she had hit Kazuya’s cheek. His head had snapped to the side, his eyes wide in surprise at the pain that now radiated from his face. Emiko’s breaths came in harsh pants as she pulled her arm back, grabbing his bowl of half-finished broth, and her own. “You want me to whore myself out? Ha! Go. Get OUT. Go gamble and drink! I don’t care! But LEAVE this house this INSTANT!” Her voice had ticked up in pitch, nearly a shrill shriek. 

That had been the argument last night. She’d never laid her hand on her husband until then, but his idea… It made her blood boil. She couldn’t just join an Okiya! Was he insane? Probably, now that she thought about it; all the alcohol pickling his brain. Morning chores were done; Kazuya was still asleep. That’s fine, perfectly fine. She spent the next hour sitting outside of the shack, tuning and oiling her biwa, careful of the silk strings. She returned inside; the sun was beginning to go down. She needed to get ready if she wanted to be there on time. The performance tonight… Oh, her nerves were already spiking. She’d taken such care to clean her kimono, to find new fabric for her obi. 

Except… Where was her kimono? Panic began to set in as she pulled every item in her closet out. Where, where, where?! “Kazuya!” She called to her husband, prompting him to enter back into their bedroom. 

“What is it?” He asked, arms crossed over his chest. His cheek was bruised from her slap; he was angry, still- no, enraged. He was just trying to pay off his debts! 

“Where’s my kimono?” She sat back, looking at the pile of her and his clothing. She had put it in their closet, right? Right. Back into the garment back to keep dust off of it, to keep the silk looking vibrant, to keep moths away from it. 

“Which one?”

She paused; his tone wasn’t right. He took that tone when he was nervous. “The kimono I use for my performances. I have to get ready, I should already be dressed.” Emiko watched as his gaze flickered to the pile of clothes, to her, to the door. “... Kazuya, did you do something with it?” Her hands felt like ice in the moment as she rose. Heart hammering in her chest, she approached her husband, watching as he backed up until his back was against the wall. “Kazuya?”

“I needed the money!” He finally exclaimed, squealing the words out like a startled pig. “I needed the money and you wouldn’t let me sell your biwa and your kimono went for even more!”

“You sold my kimono.”

“I needed the fucking money!”

“The kimono I use for every performance?”

“You can wear another one!”

Something in her snapped at that moment. She wasn’t sure what triggered it; the high whine of his voice, the way he was curling in on himself like a child, the disappointment and rage of knowing that nothing she had was sacred. The first punch was thrown wide, hitting the side of his head, pulling out a pained yelp from him as he clutched his now-bleeding ear. 

“Emiko, please!”

“YOU KNOW I DON’T OWN ANOTHER KIMONO!” Something, she needed something. Her hands grasped blindly, finding the handle of the hammer. She raised it- and swung. It connected with his jaw, creaking an ugly cracking sound, his blood splattering against the wall. He cried out, hands flying up to protect his face as he collapsed onto the dirt floor. “YOU KNOW I NEED TO USE THAT KIMONO FOR THE PERFORMANCES! YOU SELFISH MAN! YOU WEAK MINDED PIG! CAN I HAVE NOTHING IN THIS LIFE THAT IS MINE?! CAN I HAVE NOTHING?! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?! I WANT TO KNOW, KAZUYA, WHAT DID I DO?!” She screamed in a blind rage, wailing over and over on her husband’s body. 

He wasn’t moving. 

She dropped the hammer, hands shaking as the adrenaline circulated throughout her body. Blood was pooling on the dirt, saturating it. Brain matter had spilled out of his crushed skull. Rather than feel some sort of guilt… She felt lighter. Turning away, she cleaned her hands on the bottom of his yukata. She needed to go, to get to the stage. A new yukata- not new, old, dirty, nothing at all suitable for a biwa player of her caliber. She ran from the house, case in hand- arriving with five minutes to spare. She was a mess; mousy brown locks spilling free from the careful updo she had done. She was pale, shaking. Blood on her hands. Blood on her hands.

Kazuya’s blood. Her husband. She’d killed her husband. Oh, God, she’d killed her husband! 

Climbing onto the stage, she could hear the disgruntled comments about her ratty appearance. She couldn’t help it, she wanted to cry out. She had no other choice but to look like this! It wasn’t her fault! Her husband! It was his fault! 

No matter. The lights dimmed. She strummed the first chord, followed by the second. The song began, what was once a simple piece of mourning had become a piece of tragedy. The tension from her shaking hands had created a warble within the notes, giving tension to the song. The audience was enraptured by her performance; women dotting at their eyes from the pain felt within the notes. By the end, the applause she was gifted with was loud- louder than anything she’d heard before. 

The performance of a lifetime; she was approached after by a man, who wanted to give her the main stage every weekend. 

And that was how it began. 

Kazuya’s death was rumored to have been done by one of the debt collectors; he’d been so deep in debt and kept digging deeper with no way to pay anything back. Emiko played the role of mourning wife well, moving out of the shack due to being “unable to continue living in such an awful place”. With the money she’d earned from her performance, she was able to rent a new house- an actual house, with tatami floors and shoji doors that closed and a front door with a lock. 

The next performance went well, albeit not as good as the one before. The edge, the thrill, the adrenaline and anxiety that had followed after she’d murdered Kazuya- that was what made her performance better. Blood soaked hands playing pristine silken strings. 

The pattern began; women and men alike who had come to her shows alone. She’d offer them a chance of a pre-show experience, a glimpse into the life, and they fell for it time and time again. It helped that she was able to clean up, to present herself in a much more appropriate fashion. Silken kimonos with intricate patterns, makeup akin to that of a Geisha, she was a sight, a spectacle. Coupled with the  skills of her playing, she had quickly grown in popularity. 

Two years. That’s how long this went on for. Before each large performance, she would lure in her prey after observing them, tracking them down. The deaths never took place on the grounds, but in the city around them. Sometimes with a knife, sometimes a hammer. A few times- her bare hands wrapped about their throat, watching the life fade from their eyes as they struggled against her hold. 

It all changed that fateful spring night. 

It was the last show for the season; she’d be going on break for the next four weeks before the summer performances would begin. The crowd was large- larger than any other she’d played. There had been many choices for her that night to pick from as she mingled, but one man drew her attention. He had come alone and remained near the back of the theater, as if he didn’t wish to be seen. “Miss Emiko, could you explain-”

“I’m sorry, could you excuse me? I just remembered I need to replace my Bachi before my performance!” She lied with ease, slipping away from the conversation. The man had left through a side door that led to the tea rooms. She’d just entered the hall when the door to one of the private rooms used by larger groups for private shows had clicked shut.

Creeping forward, her fingers clasped the knife that had been tucked within the folds of her obi. Slipping into the room, she closed the door, locking it behind herself, and approached her victim with the grace of a cat stalking its prey.

He’d caught her hand when she went to stab him. He hadn’t even been looking in her direction when the attack was sprung, yet he was able to stop her with ease. This close, she’d realized her mistake: he was a demon. “I-” she began, only to hear… Laughter.

He was laughing at her.

“My, my,” he murmured, his voice a mere rumble in the silence of the room. “Aren’t you bold? I thought it was odd, the way you’d been watching me. I was expecting something a bit more risque,” taunting, he squeezed her wrist until she gasped, the knife falling from her grip to clatter upon the floor. “But instead, you find me, and you try to kill me. Quite impressive… If not stupid.”

“Please, don’t scream.” She whispered, brown gaze wide. Yet, she did not shake in fear, did not beg for her life as so many others did when in his presence. 

Did she not know who he was? “Don’t scream?” Muzan questioned curiously, head tilting as his other hand came to cup her chin, tilting her head back. Her bangs fell away from her face as he studied her. No fear, not even the slightest scent. “You aren’t afraid of me, little moth?”

“No.” Her lips, painted a vibrant shade of red that reminded him of blood spilt upon snow, pulled into a frown. “If you wanted to kill me, you would have done so already. So you’re either going to play with me and make me suffer, or let me go.”

“You sound so sure of yourself.”

“You aren’t the first man I’ve dealt with.”

“... I want to offer you a choice,” releasing both chin and wrist, he watched as she took a half step back. “My name is Kibutsuji Muzan.”

“Muzan?” The name meant nothing to her, though the voice in her mind screamed that this man was dangerous- this demon was nothing to be trifled with. “What is your offer?”

“I could give you the life you want,” a gesture about himself; the scenery wavered. Oh, this was his power, she thought to herself. A large room, tatami mats and shoji doors. “No longer playing your biwa until your fingers bleed like they did during your last performance.”

“How did you know that?” Her gaze slipped to her hands, at the freshly healed wounds. Silk strings were sharp; could slice through flesh with ease. “I didn’t tell anyone-”

“I’ve been watching you for some time. You didn’t have to say anything. I smelled your blood the moment it happened. You wouldn’t need to do that any longer. Such a pretty thing like yourself- you’ve struggled with life, haven’t you?” He reached out with a tender touch, fingers brushing against her cheek before tucking her hair back behind her ear. “You would have the power you continue to seek. You could live comfortably with me, at my side.”

“At your side? That’s presumptuous.”

“I’m aware- but you, oh… I sense such strength, such intelligence. A flower as rare as you should be treasured-”

“A moth, now flower?” She reached up, grasping his wrist to hold his hand in place. A step closer, closing the distance between them. A trick she’d learned that could save her life. “Why should I say yes?”

“Eternal life and pleasure, or I kill you here, and now,” he leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of her ear as she stood still, “and I use your flesh as the main course of my dinner.”

Eternal life, eternal pleasure. To never have to work again, to never have to struggle… “Yes,” she sighed out, pulling her head back to meet his gaze. “Yes.”

“Good girl. I knew you would make the right decision,” nails pricked the skin of his palm, allowing for blood to well up to the surface. He reached out, grasping her jaw, forcing her mouth open. “Such a delight, to find rarities such as yourself.” He sighed, watching as his blood dripped into her mouth, onto her tongue. 

The transformation was painful- she could never forget the feeling. Feeling her cells commit apoptosis rapidly, her body transforming itself to something no longer human. Her throat burned as if he had poured molten fire down it rather than blood; her heart raced hard enough within her chest, she thought it would burst. A scream of pain spilled forth as she doubled over, clutching her chest. A heart attack; this was what a heart attack must feel like! As her breath left her lungs as if she’d been punched, as her head felt as if it might burst, she collapsed to the floor. What she hadn’t known at the moment was the way the theater itself twisted. 

The basis for what would become the Infinity Castle. 

“Look at what you’ve created!” Muzan marveled, eyes wide as he turned in a slow circle. The room they had been in was now an open platform; above them, another room, the chairs and table on the floor, yet it was upside down. Rooms opened up before closing, pillars shooting up from the ground, down from the sky- or, what he assumed was the sky. He couldn’t see the stars. 

She had created a pocket dimension, just like that. 

“What-” Emiko gasped out, blinking hard. Her vision was clearer, somehow. “What happened?”

“You, dear. You happened.” Muzan crouched down, reaching out to cup her chin. Yes, the transformation happened without issue. She held no ranking within her… Eye. Singular. All seeing, he thought to himself. “You will learn how to control this power of yours. You’ve created yourself a new world in which… You are in control.”

“I did?” Looking around, she watched as the rooms settled. Oh. “This was the theater- oh, God, the people-”

“Are dead.” 

“... I killed them.”

“You absorbed them into this… World of yours.”

“Oh.”

“Welcome, my dear Nakime, to the Kizuki.”

Nakime… That was her. That was her name. Such a pretty, musical sounding name. A smile curled her lips. Yes, she was Nakime, the biwa demon. The creator of worlds.  ────────── There were six Upper Moons and six Lower Moons, making the Twelve Kizuki as a whole. The lower the number, the higher the rank. When she was brought in, she was given no number, no ranking. She was to be given the same respect, however, for the Kizuki now existed within her domain. 

Her power was strange; certain notes changed the way the rooms were, changed the levels; others summoned Kizuki or sent them away to specific areas. It took quite some time to learn how it was all connected, many trial and errors. 

The Kizuki were just as odd. Some were friendly, surprisingly so (Mukago, Lower Moon Four) was talkative when they were alone; Douma (Upper Moon Two) was talkative regardless of who was present. He was peculiar in his own way; preferences for eating women, specifically. Had she still been human, she would have made him a target. But she wasn’t human, and demons didn’t eat other demons (save for a few rare cases…) Akaza was Upper Moon Three; he was quiet, filled with a rage that laid just beneath the surface. He never raised his voice, however. A gentle spirit in regards to herself, which was rather surprising. 

Kokushibō, she saw the most of. Upper Moon One; the strongest of all the Kizuki, and the oldest- aside from Muzan himself. He was more serious than the others. But he was kind, he spoke softly and listened when she spoke. Personally, he was her favorite. He preferred to remain within the Infinity Castle rather than roam the Waking World. 

Lord Muzan was out and about often, attempting to find a cure for them all. He was a passionate leader, thoughtful and smart. His rage never extended to her, though that did not mean her own anger never bled through. 

He sat in one of the many tea rooms, his gaze trained on the book before him when she entered. He didn’t look up as she approached, though his attention was drawn to her when the hammer she held thudded against the tatami mats. He hummed, setting his book aside. “Do you mean to kill me?”

“I could.”

“Do you truly think so?”

Nakime nodded, stepping forward. She reached out, her hand pressing against his shoulder, simply resting there as he watched her curiously. She shoved him back, and he went without a fight, falling back onto his elbows as she hovered over him, the hammer grasped once more by her free hand. “I could smash your head in.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Do you truly think so?” She mocked softly, even as he reached up to brush her hair back from her face. “You made me. Creations often kill their creators.”

“But you won’t. Because you know you couldn’t.” His hand cupped her cheek; she leaned into the touch with a defeated sigh, the hammer dropping once more. “You are one of my most unique creations. One of my most treasured. You realize this, don’t you, Nakime? You hold power to create worlds. Think of what you could do once I find a cure?” His words were murmured sweetly as she gripped the front of his yukata. 

“... I apologize, Lord Muzan.”

“Sweet Nakime…” He sighed as she retreated, grabbing the hammer and slipping out without a word. This wasn’t the first time her compulsion had taken over; being unable to leave the Infinity Castle, he couldn’t blame her. She hadn’t killed anyone of importance, thankfully. An annoying lower ranking demon on occasion, perhaps. His attention returned the book as the Infinity Castle moved about him; the very room he resided in currently suddenly rising.  ────────── One hundred and thirteen years, nothing had changed. And then, suddenly, it was changing far too quickly. Moons were being cut down one after another. It was happening before anyone could get a hold on it. And now? Now, there were Demon Slayers in HER castle! 

She’d tried to fight. Had changed the rooms, controlled them, blocked off the Slayers and tried to confuse them. Tried to intervene where she could before that damned child of Tamayo’s arrived. And now-

The boy was in control. Her castle was not answering to her despite the way she screamed within her mind for it to respond. HE was controlling her masterpiece! Panic clung to her form yet she remained still, frozen by his touch, by the damned seal placed upon her head, no doubt created by the Ubuyashiki family for this exact scenario. All around her, Demon Slayers invaded her sacred Infinity Castle. One hundred and thirteen years of craftwork, of being at Lord Muzan’s side, crumbling to dust beneath her very fingers. Lord Muzan, Nakime cried within her mind, I’m so sorry I’ve failed you. I’m so sorry that I’m not able to fight back. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so-

Muzan panicked. He panicked as the boy took control of the Infinity Castle. The castle Nakime had created for them. Their paradise. And in his panic, he did the only thing he could think of to do to cease the control. 

One moment, Nakime was alive.

The next, her neck was twisted, her head popping off her shoulders. “Sorry,” he murmured, though his attention was quickly taken away. All of his Kizuki were slain. His beloved demons, his treasures, they were killed. 

Nakime blinked as her body began to disintegrate. Muzan had released her. Oh. Was her service done? Was she done working? Done, now? 

Done? ────────── The sound of birds roused her from her slumber. No, not birds. Voices. “You’re gonna be late!” Ume called through the door, knocking loudly upon it. Emiko jerked up, blinking rapidly in the afternoon light. She’d laid down for a nap before her performance at the theater! “Emiko, are you awake?!”

“I’m up!” She called back, scrambling out of bed. Dress, dress… There! She rushed to put on the black recital dress. This was one of the biggest nights of her life: a solo with the university’s orchestra. She was the lone biwa player, had already created a name for herself. This was another stepping stone to her life. 

But that dream… How odd. It had all felt so real, as if she’d truly become a demon. It must be from the reading her professor, Kagaya, was having them do. After all, Kagaya Ubuyashiki was a Japanese folklore and history professor, not some leader of a secret organization! Especially not one that would have existed over a hundred and twenty years ago! Throwing her door open, Emiko shuffled over to the bathroom, all but shoving Gyutaro out of the way. “Sorry! Gotta rush!”

“You aren’t the only one!” He complained, grumbling as he walked over to his younger sister to get help with his tie. 

She’d met Gyutaro her freshman year attending Kimetsu U, a renowned university on the northern side of Tokyo. They clicked and became quick friends, deciding to rent an apartment together. He was the guardian of his younger sister; their parents having passed away due to an accident a few years back. She looked to Ume like a younger sister, too, now. There were others in their group; a freshman named Hakuji, a theater and religions major named Doma, and twins named Michikatsu and Yoriichi (Michikatsu was a history aid; Yoriichi was working on his Doctorate!). They made an odd bunch, but it was nice. 

They’d all be there tonight; Gyutaro was working as a doorman; Ume had tickets, thanks to Gyutaro. Emiko blotted her newly-red lips before nodding to herself. It had become a signature of hers, to wear her makeup in a homage to the Geisha who had popularized the biwa and shamisen. A simple black and deep purple eye combination, mascara- and she was ready.

“I’ll see you there!” She called as she grabbed her case and keys before heading out. The apartment was close to the theater, thankfully. Her heart raced within her chest as she approached the side entrance used for musicians and other performers. There were other faces she recognized amongst the crowd; a few students from Kimetsu Academy, a few teachers. She waved to Uzui Tengen, one of her former teachers. He waved back with a grin, his partners standing with him. 

A glance to the right showed Hakuji speaking with Rengoku Kyōjurō, another former teacher. He laughed at something Hakuji had said before spotting her. He gave an enthusiastic wave and shouted out, “Break a leg!” She flushed, shaking her head before ducking backstage. She was lucky enough to have her own dressing room. A sigh escaped as she entered, not bothering to close the door behind her. She only needed a second to prepare. 

Knuckles rapped against the door, drawing her attention, though she didn’t look up from tuning her biwa. “Yes?” She called, brows furrowing. 

“A delivery,”  a voice purred. 

She froze; her heart hammering in chest like a war drum. That voice. That voice had been in her dream. That voice belonged to that man. What was his name? She slowly looked up, gaze tracking over black dress shoes, black slacks, up to a hand holding a bouquet of red roses and red spider lilies, with a singular blue spider lily in the center. Further up, forcing herself to look. Dark hair, pale skin, a gaze of near-pink, the brown was so light. 

Kibutsuji Muzan.

“Emiko, is it?” He mused as he stepped in, glancing about the dressing room. Amusement colored his features; what a familiar setting. In the exact same spot as the former building had stood, even! What were the odds… “I was told to bring these to you by Michikatsu.”

“Oh.” Of course. Just flowers. She stepped forward, moving the small hammer she’d grabbed out of reflex to hide within her skirts. “Thank you so much. I’ll have to find him afterwards,” as she reached out, she glanced up, meeting his gaze. “Have we met before?”

“Perhaps.” His lips curved into a smirk as he bowed a touch, fingers brushing against her own. “Though, you’re holding the hammer in the wrong hand this time, Nakime.”

Her heart stopped. 

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1-50! Palate cleanser continues! Hope you're having an awesome day, Muse!

Mer, thank you for the homework! I'm having an absolute normal one. 🥲

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?

I was 8. I started of drawing and writing comics for Marvel stuff [I was big into the Silver Surfer], then moved onto Sailor Moon. I even wrote fanfic and drew comics for The Fifth Element.

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favorite if you write for more than one?

Right now, I'm only writing for Jujutsu Kaisen, but I can already feel my interest in it waning [the fandom has not exactly been kind and welcoming as I expected]. I've been yapping with @sandwitchstories about writing for KNY since that's her wheelhouse. Picking her brain on how best to seduce and love Sanemi hehehe.

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

I only write OC x Canon. Reader-insert is just Diet OC to me so there's no point when I can just go all-in and make an OC, fandom be damned. The Invitation will be my first time writing a true self-insert.

4) What is your favorite genre to write for?

Fantasy and Sci-fi of course.

5) If you had to choose a favorite out of all of your multi-chaptered stories, which would it be and why?

Despite my never intending to create content for Dragon Age ever again, Maledictus will always withstand the test of time as one of my greatest fanfic achievements. The headspace I was in writing that story was not great, but the love and intention I poured into it was...profound.

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

I've already been doing that. Mostly because I am making an effort to be intentional with what I publish.

7) When is your preferred time to write?

Late at night because it's the only time I can be guaranteed no interruptions of any kind.

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

Music, movies, books, TV. The usual. Life experiences inform my narrative choices too.

9) In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote?

Assume you wanna know about The Invitation.

My favorite scene has a rough draft and it's the first time Sukuna and I get intimate. Not fucking, per se, but the first time I actually let him touch me intimately. The song I wrote it to is so sexy too, can't wait to drop the playlist.

10) In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind?

Uh...Daughter of Disgrace? Well, I didn't intend to end it like that, but it was the most logical outcome for all the ideas I had to dovetail together.

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

No. Fuck them people.

12) Who is your favorite character to write for? Why?

Nadja. Like slipping into my favorite hoodie. Love me a bad bitch antihero.

13) Who is your least favorite character to write for? Why?

Gojo. His sense of humor is so cringe lol.

15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?

How it feels on the tongue, how I want them to act, the characteristics I want them to embody.

16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx?

The Invitation was born from me brainstorming while I was on stage for a performance for a...very important dignitary at an event. And then I was like "what if this...but with Sukuna" and the rest is history.

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

There’s the sound of bells tinkling as Šetû shifts in her seat. “We should play Hankali,” she says with a grin. Amadou and Yusuf look momentarily startled, but Ajani and Ajamu seize on that opportunity. “Great idea!” Ajani says, getting up. “I’ll grab my tama, eh?” Šetû claps her hands together excitedly, kicking her feet and making the ankle bells jingle prettily. Sukuna watches her with an amusement one would expect from a normally impassive deity. “What is this…” he thinks for a moment, then says the word slowly. “Hankari?” “Hankali,” Šetû corrects with a grin. “It’s a children’s game we usually play after a good night. A test of rhythm, memory, and word association.” Sukuna snorts. “And how is it played?”

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

I abandoned and deleted Highball. I lost interest in continuing it and the two chapters I did post didn't seem to be getting any kind of feedback. Literally crickets. So I took it down. I'm not going to waste my time posting longfic if no one is responding it. Keeping that shit tucked in the drafts along with so many other abandoned works.

19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

Already doing The Godsoul Project which is the sequel to Daughter of Disgrace but I don't even think I want to write that anymore either if we're being honest.

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

I honestly wish I never fucking wrote most of the fics I've posted sometimes.

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

I admire a lot of writers. Their ability to tell tight and complete stories and draw such devoted readers is something I wish I could do. I try my best, I suppose.

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

No. I just delete it and it's like it never happened at all! :D

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

I do listen to music when I write now, I used to not be able to do that but now I need something to keep my brain focused. Music helps.

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?

I wish that's all I could write but I need to build a whole story for why they're fucking because whatever.

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

Yeah. Either because it made me sad or because I was frustrated.

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

Outline. Always outline. Otherwise I won't be able to get anywhere.

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?

How much people hate Black female characters being centered in stories. And how much fandom hates Black people in general. I never would have posted fic ever if I knew just how deep it goes. And I can see why a lot of Black people in fandom don't post at all.

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

Literally all of my fanfics. Like three people are reading and engaging with my writing but I have thousands of followers. So what the fuck are the rest of you doing on this specific blog, exactly? Sorry, today is not a good day for me and I'm frustrated.

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

No because I don't get any real feedback on anything I write. I posted some short and sweet Sukuna smut and folks are acting like???? I don't know man. Fandom is a fickle place.

31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the rec not the answerer)

Check my #fic+rec tag.

32) Are any of your characters based on real people?

Yeah, my selfship.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

@amacabrefairytale compliments Nadja and Sundari and Sukuna's dynamic all the time on AO3 and I really appreciate them for seeing and recognizing my efforts to write something beautiful.

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

Most of the criticism I get is racist as fuck so...

35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

No one fucking cares except like three people so they get to hear me ramble for hours about these ideas.

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?

No.

37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written?

I am bad at humor but Pasagewa was a funny one. Hadiza [my DA Inquisitor] pegged her husband for the first time but it was her cousin [a mutual's own Inquisitor that we had in a shared crack universe] who designed the strap she used. LOL

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.

@sandwitchstories because she and I are usually on the same brainwave. Also she's one of the only people who have been truly receptive to friendship and collaboration so it's been so fun yapping with her.

39) Do you prefer first, second or third person?

Third person limited or first person. I have written (1) reader fic just to see if I could. It wasn't great, but folks liked it so whatever.

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?

Yeah, but I'm skittish about linking people to it because I don't know what they're into or if they're even the same fandom as me.

41) What’s you favorite minor character you’ve written?

Khadija. She's such a sweetheart. Just an old auntie protecting her neighborhood from curses...and dating Yaga.

43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?

No because no one is that invested in my stories to begin with. It's just me and void out here.

44) What is the last line you wrote?

“What do you think we should expect at the shrine?” Šetu murmurs from her pallet. Amadou snorts. “More of the same: servants, a few priests and priestesses, and Sukuna himself, I’d imagine. Likely he’ll only want us there for the night, so it should be safe.”

45) What spurs you on during the writing process?

I want to read something that makes me happy.

48) What’s your favorite trope to write?

Two people who don't think they can ever be loved for whatever reason end up falling in love.

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

It was a Ronin Warriors fanfic called The New Generation by She-Ronin. Sticks with me till this day. I wonder if she's still writing.

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Angst and smut is my wheelhouse.

[dance-of-blood-and-murk-au]

Introduction to Demon Slayer/KNY AU

[Trigger warnings: Typical demon slayer stuff i.e. blood, gore, abuse, swearing, mental health stuff (such as depression, PTSD, etc.), death, and violence]

Disclaimer- Dance of Blood and Murk is my Demon Slayer story/alternate universe. There will be spoilers for Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no yaiba If you do not like the changes I have made to the story and the characters, thats okay! Just please be mindful and respectful! I also have not mastered the art style, so some pieces of art will be an attempt of the style, while others will be in my own style.

Hi there!! This is my main intro post to my Demon Slayer/KNY "AU" and/or story (aka my world of demon slayer that includes my ocs) It is called Dance of Blood and Murk, as the blog name states

General info: Dance of Blood and Murk is the au and story in which my ocs for Demon Slayer reside and exist in. It is basically all the same as Demon Slayer except with my characters and slight changes to the overall story. It has a couple of my headcanons, for example: Inosuke being gay. He and Aoi end up in a lavender marriage in the end of Dance of Blood and Murk.

I have several demon slayer ocs, and have more to come. Their stories are, in some way, connected to the main story and each other. There are, of course, posts to come with my ocs and their stories, and some content is subject to change, but I will be sure to update if and when content and stories change!

Tags- AU/Story Tag: #dance of blood and murk Shortened AU/Story Tag: #DoBaM Art Tag: #starsdrawnpastels art Author/Artist Tag: #starsdrawnpastel

Other Blogs- Author Account (aka my main account): Starsdrawpastel Main Story: Prey of The Crooked Blog Sonic AU: Kingdom of The Broken Hearted Other Story Blog (aka neglected story): Acandale Children of The Forest