#sees tanjirou

[cheerscafe]

It’s actually killing me how canonically kind and sensitive Giyuu is.

He stitched the haori’s of his two loved ones together and wore it for years. He remembered Murata’s name after all this time. He felt so strongly about Sabito’s death he had to repress his feelings entirely to function again. He gave two siblings a chance to try to find a way to cure becoming a demon despite his duty to do otherwise. In the manga he helped Mitsuri up when Tengen accidentally knocked her over at the first pillar meeting we see. He wanted to try and befriend Sanemi by giving him his favorite snack.

The fact that he went from smiling so wide and tearing up over his friend slapping him to showing hardly any emotions at all–just so he wouldn’t succumb to the despair and hopelessness of his grief, just so he could keep living–it’s so heartbreaking.

[lordoflightning]

haganezuka face reveal animated today guys how are we feeling

[the-mother-of-lions]

tengen uzui, hashira training

[demonslayedher]

For as long as he was able, Ubuyashiki Kagaya was visiting ailing Corp members.

There he is visiting comatose Tanjirou, though Kagaya himself was very recently busy doing stuff like this:

He presumably also visited comatose Inosuke, who only woke up seven days before Tanjirou did.

According to the Gotou and Sumi report, Zenitsu woke up the day after the battle, and returned to going on missions two days before Tanjirou woke up.

Ergo, it stands to reason that Zenitsu got a chance to meet Kagaya and wakefully enjoy the soothing sound of Kagaya's voice, and that Kagaya in all likelihood praised him for his accomplishments.

[spkyart]

au where genya survived the final battle and its now living his best life and everyone cares him

[knyhi]

What the hell was this.

[zehl0w]

Very messy scribble of a comic because they were on my mind (I doubt I’ll ever clean it up so I’m just posting it now so it doesn’t rot in my procreate files LOL)

[princeblue]

People wail and cry for stories that focus on platonic relationships and then discards all platonic relationships for romantic ones. And I feel like the kny fandom is a really good example of this.

Demon slayer is a straightforward story with family oriented and goal driven characters and a story that focuses on the bonds of platonic relationships forefront and center.

Tanjirou wants to avenge his family, keep his sister safe and turn her back to a human.

Zenitsu wanted to honor his gramps (yes that’s his actual reason and I will not argue on this)

Genya wants to apologize to his brother

Sanemi wants to keep genya safe

Shinobu wanted to avenge kanae

Giyuu wanted to avenge/honor his sister and sabito, protect Tanjirou and nezuko.

Muichirou later on wanted to live his life for his brother

Even kokushibos whole thing about how he Hated yoriichi and wanted him dead and to kill him vs seeing a genuinely sweet and caring and loving brother in yoriichis pov and everything kokushibo had ever stood for since yoriichi left/their mother died being contradicted in an instant when we see the flute in his clothing after he dies.

And so on and so forth.

And like anyone ever focuses on, and argues on. Is ships, canon or fanon, and sexuality/gender headcanons. For a series that is set in taisho era japan on the brink of World War One.

And I understand queer people existed during these times and that they had conflicts with themselves and others and etc, that comes with anyone in any time period. But it is still not the forefront of the story, platonic relationships are. All our romantic relationships just, do not have the same significance or impact on the story I have to say.

Obamitsu was a small (and beautiful/painful) moment at the end of the series, tankana didn’t actually happen until the Very end. Same with zenitsu/nezuko, aoi and Inosuke were the same as tankana. The uzuis got their one season but it was about finding each other and then killing ume and gyutaro. WHO speaking of, were literally conjoined together because they didn’t want to leave each other because of a promise neither remembered until they were actually dead.

I could even bring up gyomei and his ordeal with raising orphans and his relationship with genya, so on and so forth. There’s countless amazing platonic/sibling relationships. And yet I’m seeing stupid ass debates on Twitter about how an mlm couple could conceive and have descendants towards the end of the manga. Like ??

(And not to mention how people will horribly mischaracterize complex characters to toxic daddy abusers and woobify the other partner, most typically in mlm ships which would constitute as fetishizing imo.)

And I’m not saying it’s not valid to project or headcanon for fun, because I have also done that many times!! Aroace sanemi, bi genya, genderfluid genya! But there’s a line to it and everything else, when you start discarding the importance of platonic bonds to characters in favor of the romantic ones (aka my biggest problem with people who ship Sanemi with characters because 99% of the time they do this with him and Genya) then it’s no longer fun and it’s no longer cool and it in fact, makes you look stupid.

[messy-crisantemo]

Have this spooky Genya for the spooky month 🤲

[achieve-the-sun]

Older sibling lullaby <3

Old drawing under the cut! 2024 vs 2020🪷

[yuki2sksksk]

[ Demon Slayer × Trollhunters idea ] (3)

" Helping others often ends up helping yourself. "

Angor Rot can't help the scoff that breathes out of him in reply to the boy's response. Tanjirou remains unwavering, his eyes never leave the assassin troll.

Well, the former assassin troll now. The ring containing his soul glistens on his finger.

" That is your answer? " Angor presses on with a hiss. " You managed to persuade the Trollhunter to return the ring because you only want to help? Do you expect me to bow in gratitude, whelp? "

" I didn't persuade Jim, I merely told him my piece. " Tanjirou hums, his dark red hair swaying in the movement of the windy night. " I told him that it was always yours. Nobody has the right to control others through such means. "

This boy holds the same caution in his stance that Angor had seen with the Trollhunter's, but his eyes have no fear nor hesitation in them. He feels unsettled, not knowing what to make of the way this boy looks at him.

Fear keeps you alive and aware. If this boy is afraid of him, he does a flawless job in disguising it in sight and scent. Angor takes a step forward, foot barely grazing the grass of the boy's home property.

Tanjirou remains indifferent. His gaze stays the same and Angor snarls at how it reminds of the untouchable, warmth of the sunlight --

" Did you not think I might have attacked your friend when I got back my soul? "

" I did. Jim thought the same too. But I told him to be prepared for that scenario. You didn't attack Jim, so that's good. "

Angor narrows his eyes. " Such naivety. " Yet his words carry nothing, he's aware, because if anything, this boy doesn't seem idiotic.

" You're here just to ask me questions. Although it would have been nice if you didn't sneak around in the first place. " A displeased tone in his voice as he puffs. " I almost thought you were a robber if not for your scent. "

Scent. This boy has an enhanced scent of smell. Angor's eyes dart to the small axe in the boy's hand, taken when he had emerged out of his house to confront him with the thought that he was an intruder.

" I could've been coming here to attack you. Perhaps as a bit of warning for the Trollhunter, maybe? " The troll mimics a motion of unsheathing his blade.

" Will that be your choice? "

Angor Rot goes still.

" Will you continue to pursue the Trollhunter? " Tanjirou continues, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. " Despite being free from being controlled again? Do you intend to continue your reputation as the Trollhunter's assassin? You can choose what you want now, walk on the path you prefer. It doesn't have to be in a violent one. "

There's a faint sound of inhaling, and Angor notes the way the boy's chest expands and the twitch in his muscles.

For the first time since their talk tonight, he goes into a stance, bringing his arms up and resting his hands in a crossing pose over his shoulders, the axe being tightly gripped in his hold.

" If that is your choice, " Tanjirou says, " then, right here, right now, I will take your life. "

(In the distance later on, where Angor Rot has corrected the boy's assumption and walks away to find another path for his future, he sometimes wonders what would have happened if he had taken another step forward. The boy's eyes glared on his neck back then, but his axe was small, and a troll's skin is thick and hard to cut.

And then Angor remembers the boy's gaze, of how it resembled the gentle warmth of the sun and at the same time, the prickling heat that burns through his skin if made contact. His senses had screamed danger despite not picking up any hostile intention.

Somewhere in the future, Angor finds himself protecting the Trollhunter Jim from Gunmar and aiding him in the battle, and his golden eyes find Tanjirou swinging his blade through the Gumm Gumm soldiers without breaking a sweat.

When the boy notices him and beams, his past words echoing, Angor Rot finds it reasonable to have a sense of wariness and fear for the boy because he resembles the sun; bright, warm and deadly.)

[cringeyvanillamilk]

I’m interested can you draw Asta and inosce screaming happy araund like they talk abaut there fights???

(I love you crossover whit asta and demon slayer 🔥)

I can see them vibe so well with each other! THEY ARE HYPED!

[lordoflightning]

our boy finally made it into the promo art !!

[2demon2slayer]

first meetings, redux

[anxiousandoutdoorsy]

Part 1 chapter 2 revamp!!

"It was a bright, sunny morning in June, and Urokodaki Sakonji was sitting on the engawa alone, basking in the soft light filtering through the treetops while he drank his second cup of tea of the day. 

He’d always been a morning person; had always loved to wake with the sun and bear witness to her as she rose; had always loved being able to hear the first bird song of the day as he sat quietly in the open air, contemplating his life. 

He’d always lived fast-paced, one day to the next. But after retiring from the Corps several years ago, his days had elongated, like a young stream merging into a larger, lazier river. In some ways, he missed the rush of his youth. He’d never exactly enjoyed fighting demons, but he’d been good at it, and he’d enjoyed the way it became his purpose, the way it made him useful. When his life began to feel listless a year or two after his retirement, his old comrade Kuwajima Jigorou had suggested taking on students with all his brand-new free time. 

And that had eased the itch in his skin that came from being sedentary—training young new minds, teaching them to breathe and move and grow…

It made him a little regretful that he’d never chosen to settle down, have children and grandchildren of his own. 

But it was good enough, and as he grew older, Sakonji began to appreciate the stillness of his days. He was able to return to his father’s old carpentry shop that he’d purchased after becoming a slayer, years and years ago. He’d taken up residence in his family’s home on the mountain, and picked up his mother’s old wood-carving tools after years of holding nothing but the sword. 

There was a beauty to these blades that he’d never seen in the one he’d used to hunt the monsters that had taken his parents from him. There was a beauty in using their sharpness to create, rather than destroy, and part of Sakonji wished he’d retired sooner. 

And so he lived quietly, training his pupils and carving his wood, selling his art in the same market his mother and father had met in, a lifetime ago.

That is, he had lived quietly. 

And then the hurricane known as Kamado Nezuko had blustered into his slow, steady, meandering days, and reminded him of the rush of youth, the dizzying euphoria that came from living fast, every single day. 

Because Nezuko lived so quickly that she made the world around her seem as if it was spinning in slow motion, and she dragged everything in her immediate orbit along with her."

~From the Ashes; In Order to Rise (First, You Must Fall)

[spkyart]

Head empity only them