#me too obanai

[nayrring]

To me that's how this scene went

[kyojurismo]

Any hashira or uppermoon with a daughter (i’m having baby fever)

little side note. the hashira are a few years older in this.

gyomei who likes to have you sitting on his lap, feeling you rambling about anything while he’s around the others.

giyu who definitely has a shy daughter, but he makes sure no one messes w you because he knows how it feels so; he would also watch you play around while he’s talking with shinobu.

mitsuri who carries you on her back and shows you off to everybody and praises you saying that you’re her special girl, you’re super smart, you’re stronger than her when she was a little girl, etc. she kisses all over your face all the time.

obanai who let kaburamaru stay around your neck so he can protect you if needed and rambles about you being a smart and strong girl, with a prideful tone.

kyojuro who randomly kneel and tie your hair (like his) and take your hand so you can meet all his fellow hashira and show off that sweet smile he adores; he’s praising you all the time & of course taught you to say umai! after every bite of food (rip whoever eats around you two).

tengen who has you sitting on his shoulders all the time because he loves hearing you giggling as you stare down at the people around you; he loves painting your nails as his own and then show off how you two have matching nails.

shinobu who is teaching you medical stuff and says that you’re so smart as you’re a fast learner and that she’s proud of your joyful and caring personality; you remind her of her sister kanae.

sanemi who definitely gave life to a cute little gremlin; “don’t mess with my baby girl, or else she’s gonna kick your ass,” and he’s so proud while saying that, because he taught you personally how to take care of yourself.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

based on: this

Sanemi Shinazugawa was an explosive, aggressive, and reckless man. He was loud and his whole personality seemed to be straight up mean, unafraid to be as rude as possible. And honestly, Obanai didn’t mind. But he wondered, sometimes, about other parts of Sanemi. Certainly he’d seen some other versions of him—insistent; forcing him to eat, sullen; quiet and moody, disappointed; grumbling and stomping around—but there must be something else. Some parts of him more tender, more… not necessarily sweet. Maybe gentle. But would he really see any of this—it already sounded so unlikely, so the likelihood of it was quite low. But then, on a paired mission, he was proven that it didn’t actually take much.

They were trekking through the dense forest, their irritation rising. The Demon Slayers assigned here had sent for help and now they were stuck here, unable to find any paths that led to a village that sat apparently in the middle of nowhere. But finally, they got there, finding the (incompetent) Demon Slayers and asking what happened. Demons were quickly beheaded after that and the survivors were gathered up. Quite a lot of the villagers had been injured and a few killed. One of the dead had a child—who was reported to have no blood relatives. Unfortunately it was a baby which wouldn’t stop crying. None of the other villagers were up for caring for it, tired and traumatized from the experience, so the baby was handed to Obanai who held it awkwardly, trying to rock it to sleep. Sanemi had been helping bury the dead when Obanai was bandaging the villagers who were in more immediate need, but he came over now, holding a toddler in his arms.

Obanai looked up, slightly relieved. “Shinazugawa- Can you… help? This baby won’t stop crying,” he said, glancing down in disdain at the baby.

Sanemi rolled his eyes then turned to the toddler in his own arms. “I’m gonna put you down, can you stay close? We’re going to get all of you somewhere safe in a bit, but I need to do this first. So don’t run off, ‘kay, kid?” he asked. The child nodded obediently and let himself be put down, immediately latching onto Sanemi’s pant leg and hugging him close.

Obanai stared at him, wondering if this was the same Sanemi he’d known for the past few years before relinquishing the baby to him.

The baby, still somehow having the energy to scream was doing just that, flailing it’s little arms as if it would do anything. Sanemi held it carefully, a hand behind its head as he rocked it gently, murmuring what sounded like some sort of lullaby. The baby, unfazed, continued crying. Obanai sighed, deciding they should probably give up and go find Shinobu maybe but Sanemi wasn’t stopping, soothing it with an uncharacteristically gentle voice. His eyes had softened and he was gazing down at the baby with some sort of fondness Obanai couldn’t place. Before Obanai could say anything, the baby decided that it was done dehydrating itself and began to calm down, its cries diminishing into hiccups. Miniature hands grasped wildly and closed loosely around Sanemi’s uniform, fidgeting with the golden button a small gurgle of laughter bubbling in its mouth as Sanemi smiled, continuing to rock his arms in slow motions. Eventually, the baby dozed off (rather suddenly, Obanai noted) and Sanemi relaxed by an inch, glancing down to make sure the toddler by his leg was alright before he met Obanai’s gaze.

“…what?” he said, frowning.

“Since when were you good with children?” Obanai asked flatly, staring at him as if he was an alien.

“Uh… Next question?”

[zealina]

BEST GIRL ALERT ‼️‼️

and GOD obanai looks so fine even if he's just glaring the entire time

sksjshkss sanemi is still a pain but he's got moves ngl

[kokomona]

all of these “ranking the hashiras from my fav to least fav” posts just completely don’t understand obanai’s character whatsoever 😭 pls stop taking fanon memes and hcs as canon when it comes to forming opinions about characters.

obanai is not an “edge lord” or “emo” and genuinely thinking he canonically is, waters down the complexity of his character SO much. (and it’s annoying).

saying obanai is too overprotective and over-jealous about the littlest things towards mitsuri is mischaracterization of him as a character and obamitsu as a pairing. obanai trusts mitsuri to take care of herself but that doesn’t completely stop him from helping her in battle if need be. we’ve only seen him jealous with one person in canon and that’s tanjiro; one of the ppl that he personally already doesn’t trust and dislikes since he traveled with a demon etc. if ur crush was hanging out being buddy buddy with someone u don’t trust, u wouldn’t like that either! even with that, he’s not controlling over her and her decisions bc he knows his place. trust is a big deal to obanai when it comes to the ppl he loves and cares for.

obanai isn’t a perfect character, none of them are, and that’s okay! that’s what makes them human.

[ephemeral-darkness]

So my boyfriend keeps bullying me about my favourite characters in any given piece of media…just these past 2 years we have:

These four

I think he is onto something honestly…

[evergreen-endo]

that dude from demon slayer with the fuckass bob what’s his name fuck. i can’t remember. i want to fuck his lights out.

[tanjir0se]

Sketching out my KNY x Sk8 crossover designs only to realize skater fashion is literally always loose fitting and baggy and I’m so so sososososo bad at drawing folds and loose fitting clothing

[guubiiz]

i finished demon slayer back in like .. 2020? or whenever the manga finished, but i shld probably watch the anime

[scrimblyscrorblo]

If Hanako and Yuri meet Obanai what would their first impression be?

They have not met most of the Hashira, however, they are in contact with Mitsuri and Shinobu. As far as they’re concerned, Obanai is the most charming man to ever exist, a real gentlemen because that’s all they hear.

If they met, they’d only have the highest respect for the man being a hashira and all, even if he’s more distant towards them it’s not common among slayers

Hanako really wants to ask if kabarumaru can be pet. Yuri is concerned whether or not his hair is a problem cuz it gets in a face TT

(Yuri is secretly glad she doesn’t have to cook for him as he doesn’t like to eat much anyway)(she’s a good cook but it stresses her out cooking for other people sometimes)

[kakushigotofanclub]

Obanai’s reincarnation should have worked at a reptile conservancy

[minteayoongimakesmewoozi]

oh no..... had a thought about the au where tanjirou is giyuu and ayame is sabito.........

tanjirou and ayame face the hand oni, but they're both so unprepared for it. tanjirou's rib is broken, his forearm is probably fractured and he's been limping since they managed their escape. it's almost too dark for ayame to see where they're hiding in the cave, but she can feel the terrible tremors of the hand oni as it hunts for them.

the terrified expression on tanjirou's face is what makes her decision for her.

the hand oni said "sweet little fox".

maybe if he sees the fox mask and cloud jinbei and nothing else, then they might have a chance.

or, well, tanjirou might have a chance. urokodaki-san would be sad if he didn't return. urokodaki-san doesn't have anyone anymore.

ayame tears the jinbei off tanjirou's shoulders, replacing it with her kimono while he's still disoriented. she pulls it loose around her, then snatches the mask off his head.

"what - ayame, what - ?"

"stay here," she says quietly, her expression hidden behind the mask urokodaki-san carved for him. "i'll lead the oni away. don't make any noise, then make your way down to the wisteria trees as soon as the coast is clear."

"the mask - "

"tanjirou." her voice is solemn. "whatever happens... tell my shishou i was always grateful for everything."

she disappears from the cave before tanjirou can demand answers.

murata finds tanjirou and helps him through final selection. there is only one casualty for final selection that year.

kamado tanjirou is the water hashira, and he wears a dark blue seigaiha haori, the pattern dyed red. he's the water hashira, so no one wonders why he wears seigaiha. the charcoal half of his haori is hard to explain, but no one will ask.

when sabito is faced with the boulder, a girl in a fox mask appears before him. she holds himself the way a master swordsman does, and her strikes are swift and merciless. she knocks him out in ten seconds and doesn't bother to wait for him to wake up.

he begrudgingly admits that the way she moves is beautiful.

another girl, also with a fox mask, but with the mask resting against the side of his head, is the one who greets him when his eyes open.

"sorry about ayame-san," she says with a rueful chuckle. "she isn't very patient."

ayame-san, sabito learns early on, doesn't speak much if she can help it. she doesn't linger, even if sometimes he feels like he's being watched when he's alone. she continues to use a bokken while he wields a live sword, but it doesn't matter; she is always the one who deals out the first strike. often the last one as well.

"ayame-san doesn't want to show off too much," hikari says as she braids a flower crown. "she's a bit different from the rest of us, that's all. she doesn't stay for urokodaki-san after all."

"then who does she stay for?" asks sabito.

hikari's smile is secretive as she rests the daisy crown in her dark hair. "one of these days, you should ask her, sabito. you might be the only person she answers."

three months later, ayame stands before him with a steel katana at her hip. she draws it slowly - almost reverently. sabito notices that the curve of it is slightly different; it's steeper, the kissaki almost menacing.

"so," she says in a measured voice, "after six months, you can finally face me as a swordsman. hikari-san did well training you."

"you had just as much to do with it, ayame-san," hikari calls out from the side.

sabito snarls. it pulls the scar on his cheek, making him look more dangerous.

"today is the day i win," he declares, unsheathing his own blade.

ayame tilts her head. he wonders if her lips follow the same downward curl of her mask, or if she smirks at him like he always imagined she has.

"then you'd better hit me with everything you have, sabito."

time slows around him. his nose twitches, picking up a strange scent. it's metallic and sharp, like a freshly polished katana. it winds through the air, and he finds his blade following its arc.

for the first time since they met, his blade reaches ayame first.

there is a moment of stillness.

sabito can't believe his katana sliced downward first. her arms are still raised, and she doesn't move as her sleeves fall downwards, exposing the kumihimo cords she has wound around her left wrist.

the fox mask splits in half - sliced vertically in a perfect line. when the wood falls to her shoulders, sabito is shocked to meet shockingly blue eyes.

ayame's lips are parted in surprise. as he watches, her lips curl into a small smile. the slightest twitch of the corners of her lips is both happy and sad.

"sabito..." she murmurs.

sabito can never catch ayame's scent. for the first time, there's a hint of charcoal and something floral lingering in the air, muted by the scent of a summertime rain.

"you did great. remember what you just did, ne?" her voice lowers. "win, okay, sabito? beat that guy too."

sabito glances at hikari in disbelief. she smiles at him encouragingly.

"ayame," he hears himself say, "who do you stay for?"

surprise flits across her features.

"hey," she chuckles sadly, "next time you see tanjirou, be sure to say hi to him. he's so gloomy nowadays."

sabito glances at hikari, but she's disappeared. when he turns back to ayame, she's gone too.

the only thing left in the clearing was the boulder, sliced in half. exactly the same way he had sliced ayame's mask.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Obanai finished his missions quickly that night. As he walked, there was a slight crinkling sound from the letter he’d tucked in his pocket prior evening. He was heading towards the written address, anticipation turning his stomach and making his heart rate refuse to calm even after the he’d left behind the excitement of his mission minutes before.

When he arrived, he noticed the place was empty. He must be early.

Taking out the letter just in case, he squinted as he tried to read the agreed time on the paper. It was too hard with just the dim light of the moon and he sighed. As he went to put it away, he froze, swiveling quickly around to see—

“Tomioka,” he breathed. “You’re here.”

Giyuu’s silhouette nodded, the movement shifting his hair. “I’m sorry if I kept you waiting.”

“You didn’t. I was only here a minute.”

In the dark, Obanai could barely make out a small smile that formed Giyuu’s lips.

“I’m glad. It’s good to- to be here with you again,” Giyuu murmured. He settled down at the base of a nearby tree and Obanai quickly joined him. “Kocho was making a fuss about my lack of self preservation earlier.”

Obanai snorted, leaning against Giyuu. Kaburamaru made the quick trek from Obanai’s shoulders to Giyuu’s, moving slowly around the red side of his haori as he got comfortable.

“What did you do now?” he asked.

Giyuu glanced down at him, contemplating something before patting his lap. Obanai stared at him.

“What?”

“Sit here.”

Obanai hesitated, then stood, brushing himself off. Then he lowered himself carefully onto Giyuu’s lap, facing away from him. He sat so his head rested against Giyuu’s shoulder and his back to his chest, tucking his legs up slightly to encompass Giyuu’s.

“Comfortable?”

Obanai nodded as Giyuu wrapped his arms around Obanai, pulling them back slightly so they leaned against the tree. He sighed contently and Obanai imagined him closing his eyes as he spoke again.

“I got hurt on my last mission. It was a minor thing but she wasn’t happy,” Giyuu murmured, head tilting back. “She wasn’t in a good mood.”

“Sounds like it. Where’d you get hurt?” Obanai asked. He gazed up at the sky, feeling warm where he nestled in Giyuu’s arms. Even with his naturally cold body and the chill of the air, it was comfortable here. And a feeling almost akin to safety accompanied the thought, making a smile form under his mask.

“My face. You probably didn’t see it since it’s on my cheek and my hair usually blocks there. And she put a bandage on it,” Giyuu responded, after a beat of silence. They spoke quietly, as to not disturb the sleep around them, but their voices were clear. Giyuu’s voice was beautiful.

“We can match,” Obanai joked.

Giyuu hummed, resting his cheek against Obanai’s head. “I prefer you without the bandages. Then I can see your whole face.”

“I’ve never shown you my whole face in the light.”

“I can see fine. You’re the one with bad eyesight,” Giyuu said, a smile distinct in his voice.

“Oh, shut up.”

Giyuu went quiet, most likely thinking. Sometimes, they sat together for hours without speaking. Sometimes they walked. Today seemed very slow, albeit in a perfect way. Drawn out in intricate letters.

“Can I see your face now?”

Obanai hesitated. “You sure?” He was afraid Giyuu would leave early if he showed him in the beginning of their rendezvous. He was never sure if he’d stay. He always did, though. But there was still room for worry.

“Of course.”

Obanai turned in Giyuu’s lap until he sat facing him, legs wrapping around Giyuu’s waist.

“Can I help you take it off?” Giyuu asked. His bangs obscured his eyes, hiding the deep blue eyes Obanai wished he could see better.

“Okay.”

Giyuu moved slowly, hands gently unwrapping the hastily done mask and revealing, centimeter by centimeter, the toughened tissue that dug a rivet across Obanai’s jaw. When he finished, draping the bandages over Obanai’s should like Kaburamaru liked to lay, he gazed at him for several moments, not speaking.

“Tomioka?” Obanai mumbled uncertainly.

“Mhm?”

Giyuu cupped his face, brushing his thumb along the edge of the scar. Inadvertently, Obanai shivered at the touch, something warm and fuzzy taking over his mind. Giyuu’s lips took on a soft smile and he pulled him closer until their noses touched, eyes meeting in the dark.

“You get prettier every time,” Giyuu whispered, pressing his own lips against the ruined ones Obanai held. The wounded ones Giyuu loved.

Obanai relaxed in his hold, leaning into the kiss. When they pulled apart, he stared at him, something too intense to put into words mulling in his throat.

“I… I really like you, Tomioka,” he murmured.

“Giyuu. There’s nobody here. Call me Giyuu.” The aforementioned man smiled at him, eyes alight despite the dimness of the night.

“Giyuu. I love you, Giyuu,” Obanai said. He felt like the words were hardly enough to explain what he felt. But they would do for now.

“I love you too, Obanai.”

They sat quietly like that for an indescribable amount of time. Comfortably. Contently.

When the sky began to brighten, they stirred. Kaburamaru had fallen asleep on Giyuu’s arm and Obanai gently placed him on his shoulders where the bandages had laid moments before—now wrapped carefully around his jaw, tucking away the kisses that peppered the scar he hid.

As the stood, walking down a jagged, manmade path, ready to part ways, Giyuu stopped Obanai, giving him a quick hug.

“I have patrol tomorrow, somewhere further. So we can’t meet then,” Giyuu told him.

Obanai nodded. He brought up a hand, shifting Giyuu’s hair away from his cheek. A bandage peeked out from under the dark locks and he brushed his finger against it.

“This where you got hurt?” he asked.

Giyuu assented. “It’s nothing.”

Obanai stood on tiptoes, pressing a kiss blocked by doubly the bandages on his cheek where the healing wound lay. Giyuu rewarded it with an almost shy smile and Obanai could see now the light blush that dusted his cheeks. He returned the smile before he left, making his way down the path away from Giyuu. Away from the little secret he hoped to never lose.

this is actually part of smth else I’m writing but I loved it too much nd it works fine as a stand alone

[nerosdayinanime]

Please post more about giyu just dating everyone

i should...... gonna start right now cuz ive actually thought about mitsugiyu for the GiyuusFuckingSad au- when hes still moping around in the cafeteria corner she pops over because she saw shinobu, shinobu stops her excited rambling and explains that its Quiet Time and shes like 'oh! okay! i can be quiet!' and she just hangs around to doodle in her sketchbook across from them. giyuu once again baffled by another random girl deciding she wants to hang out near(with?) him when hes literally never said a word in response.

she sees him in the halls and tries to talk with him, he responds minimally but shes encouraged by any response at all and talks to him outside the cafeteria any chance she gets- giyuu's incredibly confused as to why she likes talking to him so much, but one time when he realizes he missed the turn to his class about three halls ago finally notices how much he enjoys listening to her stories (he ended up just walking her to class to hear the end of the story, he was a few minutes late when he got back to his own)

when shinobu starts inviting him to little outings with her friends mitsuri's the first to welcome him, kyojuro and suma quickly follow and hes. very overwhelmed. why did he get introduced to the loudest ones of the friend group first?? contrary to what he thought would happen though, they actually love him and despite how hype the three of them get (and how not hype he usually is) he doesn't ever feel left out or pushed to the side (physically speaking too- suma frequently hangs off him since hes the most stable one around now and mitsuri & kyojuro aren't hesitant to pull him in to make him focus on whatever they're talking about. he likes how free they are with affection towards him like that)

months later he's acquainted with and knows the whole group and they're all out at a restaurant chatting and having fun- giyuu notices how entranced everyone else is at kyojuro's retelling of a story and he can't help but think how much sabito would like them all... mitsuri stops paying attention to kyo and turns to him, "Giyuu? Are you okay?" "Yeah, why?" "You're crying"

the grief finally hits, the tears get heavier despite his attempts at drying them before he starts to panic and excuses himself- he practically runs out and mitsuri worriedly glances back at everyone before excusing herself and running after him. she follows him to the side of the restaurant in the little alley where hes having his breakdown and hugs him- he buries his face in her shoulder and holds back shaking like a leaf for a while before the worst of it passes. she asks what happened, "I-i just- he'd like you all.. he would've loved to meet you.." she knows who hes talking about- well.. she knows he was extremely important to giyuu, and that something happened and he's not around anymore, and that its extremely painful for giyuu to talk about so he just doesn't. she says shes honored by his thought and goes on to try to calm him down/cheer him up, his face looks a mess from the splotchy flush and eye liner- it got smudged to hell and back and hes a little embarrassed by it. only for a moment tho because mitsuri immediately offers to fix it for him. when they're finally ready to go back in they notice obanai standing at the entrance of the alleyway, blocking the view from outsiders. "aw! you're so thoughtful obanai!" "You two good to head back inside now?" "how long were you standing there?" "long enough, you worried everyone running off like that" "sorry.." "don't apologize, idiot. c'mon, lets go eat" and they followed an excited mitsuri back to the rest of the group.

after that mitsuri started inviting him to her apartment to practice makeup art on him since she knew he was okay with it. he was good at sitting still and he liked how gently she touched and moved his face however while she worked, quiet and serene with her music playing from the room over- the first thing she tried out was a simple little water-esque mark on his left cheek. when he was finally allowed to look at it he remembered the time when they were kids and sabito backhanded him there for saying he wished he had died with his sister. remembered how badly he wished he could have gone with sabito too. remembered his final words, 'promise me you'll love again'

he looks back up at mitsuri with a little smile, maybe that promise isn't as impossible for me to keep as i thought. "i like it" "oooh! i just had another idea! what if i made it look like a stream of water coming out the corners of your mouth!?"

[nordicbananas]

(babygirl /gn)

YOY LIKE DS TALK TO ME ABOUT IT PLS I LOVE DS

RAHHHH OMG OMG OMG OMG

hehe okay <3

I haven't read the manga but I've finished the anime so NO MANGA SPOILERS PLEASE IF YOU'VE READ IT UGXCUTGUCUGC

[frosla55]

when genyas death scene get's animated you won't be hearing from me for a whole year