#me too obanai

[tanjir0se]

📱💬Texting the Hashira, part one:

Rengoku

Hope you like emojis and caps lock!!!

Texts as loud as he speaks

Spells EVERYTHING out, never uses abbreviations

No problem double triple or quadruple texting you

Samples:

Tengen

Pretty technologically literate so usually texts pretty well for the most part

Also loves emojis ! Adds a little spice

Very long texts because he can’t ever shut the hell up

DRUNK TEXTER!!!!!

Prime texting time is like midnight to 4am lol

Samples:

Sanemi

Prefers to call for serious matters but no one ever takes his calls because he yells at them so he’s forced to text

Abbreviations and lots of cussing, almost no emojis

Makes sure to use caps lock only to more clearly express irritation or sarcasm

Uses nicknames in his contacts but would never ever tell anyone

Samples:

Mitsuri

Loves emojis just like her senpai 🥹

Texts pretty much exactly like she speaks

Doesn’t usually double text, a little insecure that she’ll bother whoever she’s texting

Lots and lots and LOTS of exclamation points

Samples:

[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

[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

[twilightakiishi]

my type, apparently

[venomousviperz]

I found a posable Obanai figure at the store today and figured I'd show ya'll my Shelf of Poor Financial Decisions...

[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.

[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.

[guubiiz]

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

[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.

[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

[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?”

[frosla55]

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

[dtaegis]

y'know my only kimetsu ship is obamitsu bc i can clearly see them if you get me

[officialkaitov8]

I feel like a changed person now

I’ve been watching Demon Slayer since late 2021, but it’s been a while since I’ve been so fixated on it??? Like I finished watching the hashira training arc a little less than a week ago and it just awoke something within me. I rewatched the Mugen training arc but now I’m just starting over so I can watch the entire thing (and cry about the end of Mugen Train for the third time)

[luvnami]

i am BACK.

before i start thirsting over sanemi– can i just say i LOVE the way u write?? it's so so good and it felt right??? the humor??? ur writing keep on making wanting more and more, it's soooo good. kinda makes me wanna go okinawa now :p

anyways,,, GOSH SANEMI. that scene when reader checking him out, i literally kicked my feet and giggled ajajdjsjsjakdjdj and now i wonder how reader handles it when they're at the beach... if ya know what i mean. >:3 beach attire sanemi !!! i just know he'll look good with those beach pants and those cool sunglasses that sits handsomely on his white glorious slick-back hair. the person i'll be when that moment comes... call the whambulance.

i have to say i got second hand embarrassment everytime sanemi was thinking about reader's fanfiction secrets ajsbsjsj i lowkey wanna give reader a sympathy hug cuz i personally would just quit the job if THE sanemi caught me writing fanfics in the office... ;; but its so interesting to read sanemi's pov!! it's giving mutual pining and i'm so ready for it.

also, uzui being in the graphic design makes so much sense hhshshs

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HELLO WELCOME BACK MY DEAR!! tysm for this juicy ask...

lsdajlskfd tysm 😭 like i said before im really not used to writing 'comedy' fics or in a funny style, so im glad ur enjoying it!! it feels somewhat like my inner monologue so it hasnt be as difficult as i expected... so maybe expect more fics in this style... 😳 ty for the kind comment, it really makes me feel a lot more confident in my content and encourages me to write ><

HEEHEE!!!!!! BEACH SANEMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i drool and dream abt the way he looks just like that..................... im sorry but this was a very professional work trip so there is no half-naked sanemi for us to admire in this fic </3 maybe another time... or maybe in the sexy sexy smut scene that will come later................. who knows......

oh my fucking god yeah no way i would literally quit my job if someone found out i wrote fic about them. reader could never be me. id take the secret to my grave. and yes!! i wasnt sure how to make sanemi feel about it, but the one sided pining feels... just right. and its funny, i get to tease him as the writer by putting him all sorts of torturous situations hehehe

i originally had uzui in public relations but i felt like it didnt fit him 😭 so i thought back to kimetsu gakuen and remembered that uzui was the art teacher so i put him in graphics 🎨 art boy 101. i think shinobu would be public relations and gyomei would be human resources LOL