#kny roleplay blog

[shinjuro-rengoku-ask]

You have the rizz of Uzui Tengen

“What does this even mean? Have I caught some disease from that man?”

[ask-kny11]

Other accounts - @thewindpillar11 @kochoshinoboo11 @obiiiguro11 @senjuroreng0kv11 @blacklegasks @3swordasks

OOC/ HELLOO!! Welcome to the ask blog!

Me and my friends plan on answering any of your questions, perhaps with some drawings attached.

We have ALMOST finished giving each hashira a little introduction of their own, as to get to know them all better (since we DO have our own head canons).

The ask button is officially working!

(Characters are still alive/ not retired)

There of course are rules to asking. So when and if anyone is interested, then you can keep reading below!

1. No NSFW questions. (Though I feel it would be unlikely to happen)

2. Please don’t question the characters on any tragic events that have occurred in their pasts. You can ask questions like “how was your childhood”,”how did you feel about (dead person)”, but not anything like “how did you feel when your mom died?”

3. There are SHIPS, please respect them.

Some ships are canonical, some are fanon.

We have:

Obamitsu

Sanegiyuu

Past relationships include Sabigiyuu and Sanekana.

4. Please don’t get upset if it takes a while to get any type of response. Don’t demand anything, or you’ll probably be ignored.

5. Just be mindful in general. If you wouldn’t ask someone a certain question in real life, then don’t ask it here.

You can role play as an OC in your question. I personally will add some of my own non-hashira ocs, just as background characters and additional info.

Character list and their indicators!

Giyuu- 🐾🌊

Shinobu- 🦋🪻

Mitsuri- 🍡🩰

Obanai- 🐍🌓

Sanemi- 🪲🎐

Muichiro- ☁️🩵

Kyojuro- ❤️‍🔥🍱

Gyomei- 🐻🗿

Tengen- 💎🎆

OOC/owners list and indicators

Tappy- 🪄👾

Astra- ☣️💀

Yuu- 🏵️🎭

If you’re interested at any point, then please don’t be shy! Ask away! :)

-🪄👾

[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.

[crescent-blades]

[Continued: @sunsblaze]

As a child, ever since Mikatsu found out that his younger twin never got proper food and that he was given old, worn-out clothes, a sense of empathy pity washed over him. It was then he had just found out how truly different their lives were—when he'd share some of his own food in secret, how he'd often sneak away with him to the well to wash his face and comb his hair. He even offered his own toys for Yoriichi to play with. He remembers how his father used to scold him and slap him whenever he'd do so, lecturing him not to pamper him. But still, he'd evaded his father's eyes and continued to take care of his younger twin.

Once, he even crafted a small flute during his leisure time and gifted it to Yoriichi. 

"Here, blow this whenever you need help." 

  "Big brother will come right away."    

He had vowed to be his guardian—his protector. He had promised to always look after him and shield him from any danger that dared to approach. And as his elder, it was not just a promise; it was his duty.

 But ever since the mute and deaf boy had uttered those words—that instant, he had bested his mentor with an effortless skill—a dark tide of resentment began to rise within him, threatening to consume the bond they once shared.

 It was still nighttime, and although Michikatsu was supposed to be deep asleep, he found himself wide awake. He could not sleep; everything he had worked for for years. All his years of dedication pressed heavily upon him, for everything he had strived for since childhood all lay in ruins. His younger twin had, with such ease that felt almost mocking, bested their mentor—an opponent who had always been a challenge to even lay a single hit on.   

The haunting words his brother had spoken echoed in his mind, graphic descriptions of their mentor's insides.. the habit Yoriichi had always had of lurking behind trees—everything kept replaying in his mind over and over. How, after so much hard work, he was abruptly going to be sent away to a nearby temple. He was expected to abandon everything, all because of Yoriichi, who didn't even seem to care about him. Who in fact looked down on him. It made him feel upset, uneasy.. betrayed..    

 "Big brother"   

The door creaked open, and he heard his younger brother's voice calling out to him, a shadowy figure framed in the doorway. He shook off the haze of his thoughts and got up quickly.    

 "Mother has died.."   

He had announced her death so suddenly. It was all so shocking, as their mother had been perfectly fine the night before; she had no illness, nothing. When he pressed for details, the younger twin refused to elaborate and merely smiled. He had not once smiled before, but for the first time, after announcing his mother's death, it had brought a smile to his face.     

The very moment he'd take out the flute that the elder had once handed out of pity. It was poorly carved, out of tune—worthless as he'd compare it to him.. holding it close, as if it were some kind of treasure.. as he'd suddenly depart as well, without uttering another word.  

"I'll think of this flute you gave me as you."    

It was all.. too disturbing..     

Another memory would become etched in his subconscious, feeling confused and unsettled by his behaviour as he once again attempted to suppress all these ugly emotions. He did not know where Yoriichi would run away to, especially right after their mother's sudden passing. In fact, at first he even entertained the troubling thought that Yoriichi could be connected to their mother’s demise.   

But he tried to bury these feelings. After all, Yoriichi was just his younger brother. And he was the elder; he was more mature. If Yoriichi had found something that he was talented in, then he should at least strive to feel happy for him. It would be unjust to harbor resentment towards his brother for such matters. 

It was his responsibility to take care of him, to take care of the family, even if it meant that he was eventually going to be sent away. He was the elder, and if it meant making a sacrifice for his clan, then so be it. It was his duty—   

-—That diary.. His mother's illness—how come nobody knew of it? Her illness was affecting her left side—the very side where Yoriichi had held her close, quietly attending to her needs. No.. Yoriichi had been aware all along.       

Michikatsu had failed..

He had failed in everything, since childhood; he had failed. From his strength to his responsibilities as an elder, everything..   

And sure, Yoriichi may have fled, but his family had previously intended to secure the household under his name. His departure did not alter the reality that he remained their legitimate heir. There was nothing more humiliating than this.   

Yet, what stung the most was that...  

Yoriichi had abandoned him aswell, forcing him to endure the pain alone, leaving him to grapple with humiliation for the remainder of his days..   

That was the moment when that deep-seated feeling of resentment that had been simmering within him finally erupted.     

He had wished nothing more than Yoriichi's demise. 

He just wanted him to die.   

Days had passed until Yoriichi's disappearance, and he had desperately wished to erase his brother from his thoughts. Yet still, for some reason, his mind clung to every fragment of his existence, trying to decipher every little detail of his younger brother. His dreams, nightmares, and Yoriichi appeared in every corner of his subconscious. How annoying it was.    

 Ever since he overheard the announcement of his twin's abrupt disappearance, a strange sense of relief washed over him. He had long harbored a dark wish for his younger brother's demise—how he'd hope that he just fell off a treacherous cliff. How he'd wish that he got attacked by a bear, ending his life. Even though he had promised to protect him, even though he had promised that hed always look after him no matter what—  

 Still, a part of him still yearned for his brother's demise.      

Life unfolded just as he had envisioned it. He had achieved everything he ever wanted. While life had settled into a peaceful rhythm, it also became somewhat monotonous, the minutes dragging on as the hours stretched endlessly, each day mirroring the last, so much so that he'd let time go past him except for the occasional wars he'd go to—conflicts that had become routine. He was a formidable warrior, a figure whose prowess was both respected and feared, drawing the attention of many lords who wished for his head. Though such threats seemed trivial, every adversary appeared to be an easy challenge in his eyes.     

It was just another day. The sun rose over the rugged peaks, casting a golden hue on the weary soldiers as they resumed their march through the mountains, just after having a small break. They were ordered to confront a distant tribe that had once allied with their foes. They were ordered to fight them, kill them all, and return with the head of their leader as a grim trophy for their lord. Once the task was completed, the soldiers would gather for a hearty feast and some drinks alongside the general, allowing themselves a moment of enjoyment only for the same days to repeat over and over—

—until.. those days never came back..    

Neither of them ever returned home.     

For Yoriichi had stolen Michikatsu's peace once more..       

That day, no one made it back to their homes. An unexpected ambush had caught them off guard. A heavy thud echoed through the air as they'd look behind only to be met with the horrifying sight of a fallen comrade, lifeless and sprawled on the ground, a fatal wound marking his chest.  

In a matter of seconds, from one to many, as all of Michikatsu's subordinates would fall to the ground, unable to mount even a single counterattack towards the enemy. Even Michikatsu himself, renowned for his unmatched strength and vast experience, found himself at a loss. A swift cut aimed at the creature's arms had inexplicably healed itself before his very eyes. No, this wasn't any tribesman.. This was a monster.   

It's speed and sheer strength were unparalelled even for a warrior of his caliber. No matter how many slashes or cuts he'd make, nothing seemed to matter. In a swift, brutal motion, the beast severed his sword, rendering him utterly useless. A stumble backward, his back hitting the rough bark of a tree, realising there was no escape from this impending doom. Acceptance washed over him; he was ready to meet his end. In those final moments, he counted his breaths, finding a fragile comfort in the rhythm as he awaited the monster's strike—  

—But... nothing happened.    

Uncertain, he slowly opened his eyes and gazed upward to assess the situation. Had the creature escaped, or had it simply chosen to retreat? Perhaps this was a divine intervention, he mused. However, as he took in the scene before him, the sight that met his eyes left him utterly shaken—before him stood another beast, one that instilled an even deeper dread within him—   

His brother.     

That was the moment when his once serene and peaceful life would take a twisted turn. The once little boy he knew as Yoriichi had turned into a man entirely foreign to him. The young boy he once had promised to protect as a child would have grown to be the one who would have to protect him instead...     

Time and time again, Yoriichi would always steal his place, effortlessly stepping into the role of the responsible elder. He was the one who cared for their ailing mother, the one their father envisioned as the rightful heir to their clan—and now he had to protect him as well?     

No.. Michikatsu didn't need his protection. Meeting his end at the hands of a formidable and unmatched adversary would be a far more honorable fate. Being saved from someone like him—living with the shame of being overshadowed by a younger sibling—it was something far more humiliating.       

Yoriichi should have recognised his position as the younger. Michikatsu was the one who was supposed to ail his ill mother; he was the one who should have been stronger—

he was the one who should be protecting his brother.

Time and time again, Yoriichi would always disrupt the hierarchy.   

For he was a constant reminder of his own inadequacies... No matter the situation, Yoriichi always emerged as the superior one. And for some reason, he had always been the one to mock him as well. This sense of betrayal jealousy gnawed at him. Why, why Yoriichi?         

All he desired was for him to be gone forever.     

He just wanted him to die.                        

Once again, their lives appeared to unfold in a familiar manner. It brought back memories of that fateful day when Yoriichi had rescued him from the clutches of a demon, yet now it felt as though the roles had shifted entirely.     

The elder held him in his arms, tender, as he'd watch his younger sibling's health deteriorate, struggling to breathe and struggling to stand as his legs would start failing him, yet he continued to hold him, instead letting him fall on him for support. It was a sight that had saddened the demon yet also provided him a sense of.. peace..

It was just like he had always imagined—it was always supposed to be this way. He was finally stronger than his younger brother. This was exactly what he had wished for ever since he was young. Witnessing Yoriichi's struggle for life admittedly stirred upsetting emotions within him, though quickly he had learnt to accept it. Besides, he had always wished for his brother's demise, ever since he was a child..

"How.. unfortunate.."

He had already anticipated this moment would occur. The moment he laid his six eyes on Yoriichi, he knew that his time was over. He knew that it wouldn't be long before Yoriichi's health would start deteriorating. He knew all this, as now he too could see the same world as he did.

He could tell, by the erratic rhythm of his brother's heartbeat, the slowing down of the circulation of his blood, that his vital organs were using up less oxygen than they needed. Most telling of all was the paleness that had settled upon his skin.

"I regret the loss.."

He honestly didn't even bother to fight him; he never planned to. It was all pointless anyway; Yoriichi wasn't in his prime anymore. Though if he did even make the slightest movement on drawing the blade, then he would kill him. In fact, he almost welcomed the possibility. He may be.. gentle in person, but he had always known his brother as a ruthless warrior. 

So those tears that he started shedding had honestly taken him aback. It had made him feel uneasy, upset, heartbroken.. A warm embrace as he'd give it his all to break free from those mental shackles just to envelop his brother into a warm embrace.. only for those feelings to slowly start fading away once more.. and all that remained was a lingering sense of pity for his brother.  

-—-A tug of his sleeve, as his brother would struggle to remain conscious.

It was true that Yoriichi had moved something within him. Only a set of his eyes would weep, and the rest would remain impassive. But it was a reality he had come to accept, and he knew-—

-—That Yoriichi was approaching the end of his life.

There was no value in indulging in trivial emotional displays, as he'd only pat his brother on the back. That was all that he would offer.

“Michi-” his voice would be cut by a gasping, pained breath, tugging his elder brother's sleeve as if he were trying his best to hold on to life. He could tell that he was trying to say something, but his voice—no, his breath failed him.

"I.. can see your health is deteriorating.."

His voice was low, rather melancholic, yet there was an air of indifference about him. Slowly massaging the old man's back, not letting him sit down despite his legs straining and failing him, Kokushibo would continue to hold him in place as he continued observing him, struggling to hold on to life.

"Your legacy.. shall be continued.. this—"

He moved deliberately towards Yoriichi's katana, his index finger gliding gently along the underside of the handle, tracing a path. When his fingers finally brushed against the tsuba, he grasped it lightly, giving it a slight tug

"-tsuba.. I shall keep.. in your rememberance.."

—just as Yoriichi had done moments before fleeing after their mother's passing

..was he.. mocking him..? 

Kokushibo looked at the younger, his face stoic, though a hint of curiosity flickered in his eyes. He then patted his brother's back slowly, drawing out his sword and loosening his grip on him, beginning to walk away. 

—abandoning him, forcing him to endure the pain alone. 

.

But then suddenly he sensed an object brush against his leg— 

-— a poorly crafted flute.

as his eyes would widen, a surge of ache filling his heart—no, it can't be... it couldn't possibly be—

"..You kept this..-

With a slight tremble in his hands, he bent down to retrieve it. As he'd slowly pick it up, memories from his youth flooded back:

"Here, blow this whenever you need help."

"Big brother will come right away."

"Why.. Yoriichi..?-"

As hed turn around four of his eyes brimming with tears.. and look at his brother once more, now all worn out and beaten, his body failing him as hed struggle to hold on to life.. the weight of the realisation finally started weighing on him as he realised what this situation has come to.

His baby brother.. was dying.

"Yoriichi--"

As he'd slowly walk over to him once more.. walking over to him, sinking to his knees beside him. Tears brimmed in his eyes, spilling over as he enveloped his brother in a tight embrace once more, letting his head rest on his chest, as he finally let his tears flow freely. 

No.. no-- 

What has he done.. What was he thinking..?

Oh, how foolish he was—how cruel he was—that he was fine just standing by, wishing and watching his own blood suffer..? What kind of monster has he become..

Chasing after power, he had abandoned everything and everyone.. so much power, and yet he couldn't even protect his own brother as he promised.

— He had failed once more.

"Brother, I am sorry.. I am sorry for everything.."

Feelings of guilt and sadness started filling his heart as he'd embrace his younger brother tightly, tears streaming down his face. Why did he make such choices? Did he really abandon his humanity, his family, and betray his brother for the sake of.. what? 

No.. All he wanted was to be like his younger twin.

All he wanted was to protect him.

"I am sorry.. I couldn't protect you as I promised..--"

He'd tremble, gritting his teeth as he'd pour his heart out. It was almost ironic; just moments earlier, he had been prepared to abandon Yoriichi and let him face death alone. A mere flute had shattered the remnants of his demonic nature, awakening the humanity within him as he reflected on how far he had fallen. 

The despair he had experienced as a human, which had lingered for over sixty years ago, surged back with a vengeance—the overwhelming sense of impending doom and hopelessness. Knowing that there was no way out, the feeling of deaths looming clutches just behind you. Knowing that it wasn't the time yet, it couldn't be. There was still much more to everything; there was still so much to experience. Yet, in the darkest hours, it seemed as though the gods had always seemed to turn their backs on you...

There was no escape to this.. absolutely none, and all you could do was wait until death would come and—wait..

..he was mistaken--

There was another way.. 

"Here... You should... accept my blood..." 

He was determined to set everything right

No.. Yoriichi. This time—

"I will not let you die.."

[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

[giyuknownasgary]

Giyuu I'm back!😁

Got some gifts too!

got you chocolate!🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫

-*He's a little shocked*-

"Welcome back, and thank you..."

[tsukithesugarcloud]

(FIRST RP I FINALLY GOT A COOL IDEA)

Tsuki's kasugai crow has been gone for a while, and they were starting to get worried.

After asking their mentor, the love hashira, she told them. "Oh! I heard that Baijaku-kun is adored by most crows! He's probably with your crow, tsuki-san!"

With that information, tsuki went to search for him.

After a moment, tsuki found baijaku with their crow on his lap, he was scratching under it's neck.

( @matthew-knyshait but i will reply with my rp acc :3)

*Tsuki was curious at first, since Miyuki (Tsuki's crow) was, in fact, actually with Baijaku*

"..Huh?"

*Tsuki stepped around the corner of the door They were looking out from, and walked towards Baijaku*

"Baijaku-san?.."

/ooc IM SO SORRY FOR RESPONDING TO THIS SO LATE MY FAMILY DECIDED TODAY WAS THE BEST FOR MOVIE NIGHTT 😭

Also, sorry this is lacking anything badly. I did the best I could despite the eepy's and less time 😔

[official-butterfly-sisters]

🦋🏥~The Butterfly Mansion~🏥🦋

🦋💜: "Hello? Another slayer.."

🦋🩷: "They look so beat up, did you fight a lower moon or something?!"

🫐💙: "How reckless they got their uniform all messed up! Ugh I'll go prepare a bed hang in there!"

🌸💜: "....."

🩷🪻: "Oh I want to know how it went! Tell me tell me!"

🦋🌸🪻🫐🦋🌸🪻🫐🦋🌸🪻🫐🦋🌸🪻🫐🦋🌸🪻🫐

🩷🪻~Kana (#kana rp #kana asks)

🌸💜~Kanao Tsuyuri (#kanao rp #kanao asks)

🫐💙~Aoi Kanzaki (#aoi rp #aoi asks)

🦋🩷~Kanae Kocho (#kanae rp #kanae ask)

🦋💜~Shinobu Kocho (#shinobu rp #shinobu ask)

🦋🌸🪻🫐🦋🌸🪻🫐🦋🌸🪻🫐🦋🌸🪻🫐🦋🌸🪻🫐

Hi!! This used to be a Kanao only RP account but I decided to merge it with the majority of the butterfly sisters and my OC Kana, there’s a lot of AUs listed at the end so just read those first! My OOC account is @aiko-the-weapons-robot!! This just ended up being my main blog cuz I never planned to make one for OOC content. 😭

I’d love to rp, answer questions and have fun on this blog but before that-

A few rules, however:

-No NSFW and no hate attacks or spam! (Also if I find you rp/send those things I will block you, it pops up on my feed and I don’t want a heart attack in public please.)

-OCs are welcome!! I love shipping as long as you give me abit of extra info about how their relationship works! (Or link/tag me to something- ALSO NO SHIPPING WITH KANA- I'm very specific on her. She has only one ship and it's with Zenitsu-)

-RPS are yes, I like them , you can start one in the asks! I fully accept crack things and PLEASE ask questions, I love questions!

-Please be patient, I am a pretty busy person! However, you can DM me after 3 days of not answering your reply or question because I am very forgetful. I allow spams on the 5th day as long as there's no post explaining why I'm not responding.

-If I decide to rp with you, I’ll clarify what character I’m using with emojis. I ask you to do the same if you’re asking/rping something orelse I’ll ask you to resend or just ignore your ask. (Even crack, you can just say their names-)

Crack/Random- 🌸💜: "Insert text" Insert what they're doing

RP Starter- 🌸💜 Insert paragraph "Insert text"

OOC- [Insert text]

🦋🌸🪻🫐🦋🌸🪻🫐🦋🌸🪻🫐🦋🌸🪻🫐🦋🌸🪻🫐

I have a Discord account so you can invite me into those instead if dms/tumblr aren’t your type! (I love both equally!!)

Friendship groups are something I love like the Kamaboko Squad or anything else with OCs! I’m a multishipper so if you wanna ship Kanao or Aoi with anyone different then canon ships Idm! (I also like canon ships dw.) I also fully accept someone just randomly adopting these guys- Kana would love it(CC or OC). 

I'll be posting art, headcanons and maybe some oneshots (You can request anything as long as it follows the rules!)

That’s all I really have for now, please don’t be shy to ask me anything! I’m open to a lot :D! For more information, please look at Kana's info page, Butterfly sister AUS and My Carrd!

🦋🌸🪻🫐🦋🌸🪻🫐🦋🌸🪻🫐🦋🌸🪻🫐🦋🌸🪻🫐

[shinjuro-rengoku-ask]

(I thought I'd start a new reblog thread)

*he shifts his feet a bit*

Well ... we can ... begin ...

*he's a bit out of practice so he steps closer to shinjuro and starts to twirl his fingers in his hair*

He’s taken a back ever so slightly, being out of practice himself, though he shifts closer, trying to focus on Kokushibo’s eyes.

He settles on the bottom set, the one closest to the man’s lips.

“Y-yes, let’s begin.”

He paused for a moment, moving closer to the man, his lips inches away from the other man’s.

[ask-kny11]

KNY RP SERVER HAS BEEN CREATED!!

PLEASE MAKE AUDITIONS FOR CHARACTERS AND PUT THEM IN THE AUDITIONS CHANNEL!

READ THE RULES!

SANEMI, GIYUU, MITSURI, SHINOBU, AMANE, AND AOI ARE TAKEN!

HAVE FUN! DEMON AND SLAYER ROLES ARE COMPLETE! -👾🪄

[askkanataigarashi]

“Big brother! Look what I found! A red spider lily!” *Miki shows it to Kanata excitedly*

(@ask-mikitama-suzuki)

*I let out half a shriek before instantly calming down and turning to face Miki with a laugh*

"For a second, I thought you were gonna say 'red spider' and I can't handle spiders. But oooo that's so pretty! I wonder if I have any blue dye lying around" *I say, idly thinking out loud*

[crescent-blades]

Through the woods a small child traversed, his steps as light as feathers - but this quiet effortlessness did not stem from the natural elegance he would come to adopt in his later life, no, his limbs had not grown out enough for him to find a certain sense of equilibrium in his movements, his gait for now merely being that of a fickle child, the awkwardness of his tiny frame for now, a problem for another time.

It was not out of anger, or fear that the heir of the Tsugikuni clan found himself out in the woods close to his home this very night, even michikatsu himself would have struggled to come up with an adequate reasoning for his presence in this very area - the woods were rather intimidating in on themselves, the samurai-to-be having been thouroughly warned not to enter the forest without supervision, yet inspite of his usual obedient nature, michikatsu had felt it deep within his being that during this very hour, he should be nowhere else but here.

Michikatsu had never been a truly normal child, his intense education a direct support towards this conclusion. But even amongst the samurai class, michikatsu had always possessed something that others - unbeknownst to him, for he did not let it show and kept it hidden beneath his quiet demeanour - would have dreamed to have: a sharp sense of intuition.

This intuition would only be cultivated in later days, for now it was simply a feeling that arose in the fabrics of his chest whenever something was amiss, or something huge was about to occur. Over the years michikatsu had come to put a certain sense of trust into his strange ability, hence why he had found himself deep in the woods in the middle of the night.

Power 

It was the sole reason for his existence. From the very first breath he took to the man he had now become—power was all that ever defined his life. To become 'the strongest samurai in the land'. He had earned that title and deserved each and every word of it.   

Time and again, over and over, he cut the ties of duty and loyalty that had once weighed him down, casting aside friends and allies who had once believed in him. Each betrayal was a step closer to the elusive strength he craved. All in the pursuit of power. All in the pursuit of a transcendent ideal—an unparalleled mastery that had remained unmatched for centuries—

Yoriichi.  

To shake hands with the king of demons himself, he had chosen this path—a siren call that drowned out the whispers of his former life. Betraying his humanity, his path as a samurai as well as a demon hunter. Betrayal coursed through his veins, and it showed. Ever since he was a young child, he had always gone against his father's wishes. a dutiful son on the surface, yet harbouring a deep-seated sense of treachery within. It was something that had only intensified as he matured.  

The towering silhouette was positioned in the heart of what appeared to be a rather dense forest. The wind rustled through the air, causing his long, spiky hair to sway, while the chorus of crickets resonated around him. The moonlight was obscured by the intertwining branches and foliage, casting a shadowy gloom over the surroundings. 

Hmm.. 

This had to be a test—only moments earlier, he had been in the presence of his lord, accompanying him to meet another demon. Despite their long acquaintance of nearly fifty centuries, it was uncommon for them to be seen together.

The demon they sought had eluded the firm grasp of their lord and now had apparently been creating a legion of demons to oppose him—one of which had unleashed a blood demon art upon them. Now, here he stood, surrounded by the towering trees.

 How.. peculiar..    

The Upper one slowly shut his eyes, allowing the weight of the moment to settle around him. Despite having severed its head before it could react, he sensed that the demon's blood art had still managed to have taken its influence anyway. He was unsure of his lord's whereabouts or whether any of this was even real or not. Settling down, he concluded that it would be wise to contemplate potential solutions with a clear mind.  

Taking a deep breath in, he found himself in solitude, standing amidst the tall trees. He concentrated solely on his breathing, attuning himself to the flow of blood in his veins and the gentle caress of the breeze against his skin. Amidst the calmness, he felt a presence. A familiar one, in fact. Something was approaching, drawing closer and closer with each heartbeat.. Hmm..  

interesting..         

[ask-junichi-ubuyashiki]

welcome ☆

This is an rp blog owned by @blueberrypie20, for Jun'ichi Ubuyashiki, a demon slayer original character(OC).

Full body reference + character sheet

Backstory + some facts

Information on glass breathing

AUs:

Regular (if no preferences, this au will be used as default)

Child

Kimetsu academy

Modern

Hashira

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Rules:

He might be legal but the mod is a minor, so absolutely no NSFW/suggestive content!!

DNI z1on1sts, racists, p3d0s, etc

Generally don't be a bad person

Don't hate on other people's rps on here!

Tagging @larz-barz @iincogneeto @love-stvrs

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WHY DO YOU HAVE A GUN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

The Wolf’s little brother let me borrow this of his many. What does it exactly do?

[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?".?".