#sunforms

[eyes-like-obsidian]

@sunforms / plotted starter

Uta couldn't remember how long she had been on the road. She wasn't all that forgetful. She could actually remember everything in her life. Of the good times with her husband and their childhood together and their marriage. There was only one black hole in her memory and that was how she got here.

No matter what she did and how hard she tried, the memory didn't came back and Yoriichi was not around either. Since then she had been searching for him and anything that looked familiar to her or her own home. But nothing. It was like being in a completely different world.

She sighed wearily and her legs hurt. Wondering where the next village was when she suddenly saw a Shinto shrine. With quick steps she ran towards the shrine. She was sure that the monks and mikos would have no problem taking her in for the night so she could rest.

She entered the shrine with a respectful bow. "Hello? Is anyone there? I-" The words caught in her throat as she saw him. "Yoriichi!" She wanted to run towards him but her legs gave out from exhaustion and she fell to her knees.

[kusatta]

where should you be kissed ?

palm / you give & give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing . . . always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand & kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.

tagged by: stole it from @sunforms. tagging: @sasouken ( tomo ), @cosmosin ( muzan hehe ), @legendsung ( mitsuri ).

[curscdtm-a]

Kyo supporting friend's music @sunforms

[bigdhashira]

@sunforms​ said : Which are?

“Am I----- a boy toy?”

[never-surrender]

@sunforms || Shinjuro

‘Sir, there’s somebody here to visit you ... he goes by -’ Shinjuro almost didn’t hear the person out, almost demanded to have the assumed stranger thrown out of his estate entirely... until he heard who it was that had arrived. Growing quiet for a short time, he battled internally whether or not he was willing to have the other witness him at his lowest ... but without the haze of alcohol inhibiting his mind, he couldn’t quite make himself leave Yoriichi to his own devices. So with a simple nod, Shinjuro dismissed the man that had come to give him the news, staring at his unconscious son for a short time before forcing himself to his feet. 

Guilt was a heavy thing to bear, and these days Shinjuro had plenty of it to spare ...

Making his way through the halls of his estate, he forced one foot in front of the other with each step he took, muscles weakened by the detox he had been enduring in silence. A weakness he was determined to not let anybody see, no matter the evidence of it being in how his hair clung to his skin slick with sweat. His movements remained purposeful and slow even as he entered into the room Yoriichi waited for him in, guiding himself to the opposite side of the table before slowly sitting, grunting as he did so ... and even as he settled in did he not meet Yoriichi’s gaze. 

“...What do you want?” as blunt as ever, even with the words spoken there was a severe lack of the usual anger and rage behind it that had been a part of his life for years now.

[loveoaths]

@sunforms assured: [[ For Senjuro! ]] As a younger brother himself, Yoriichi knows what it was like to try and live up to your older brother's expectations. He kneels to be eye level to Senjuro and, upon opening his arms, wraps them around the Rengoku in a comforting embrace. ❝ I know what it's like, being a younger brother myself, ❞ Hang on, Senjuro, ❝ and trying to live up to the expectations of another. ❞ Yoriichi lingers before withdrawing his arms.

❝ Do not push yourself, alright? ❞

"Waste of space."

it was mumbled only once in a haze of sour sake and regret, but senjuro could not escape the words accosting his senses as his father drunkenly pushed past him. a waste of space. something with no purpose other than being bothersome. a burden.

“He doesn't mean it,” kyojuro would say. but senjuro has knelt beside closed shoji doors with his ear pressed to canvas as their father verbally ripped into kyojuro. "Who do you think you are. You're nothing to me or to anyone.” senjuro had pressed his thumbnail into the wooden frame to push the shoji doors open a sliver and pressed his eye to the gap, possessed by an inexplicable need to see their faces.

what he saw had been terrible.

shinjuro's face thundered and storm, his words cracking the air with explosive, electric accuracy. kyojuro's smile never wavered in the wake of the storm, but senjuro saw the unflagging sunshine in his brother's eyes dim to dusk. shinjuro meant what he said, and kyojuro knew it. believed it. and if he someone as great as kyojuro could believe words so foul, why wouldn't senjuro?

"Waste of space."

senjuro agrees. the only person who doesn't is kyojuro, and that, that is why senjuro strives so hard to live up to his brother's expectations. it's his one chance to be believed in. he can't bear to fail and prove kyojuro wrong and their father right.

"BELIEVE IN YOURSELF!" kyojuro liked to say when senjuro shrinks into the dark hole inside himself. "I BELIEVE IN YOU, FOR I AM NOT A FOOL!" kyojuro thinks it's encouraging, but it isn't; senjuro just doesn't have the heart to tell him that he is nothing to believe in.

all he can do is believe in what kyojuro thinks of him, and hope that is enough.

and so senjuro works day and night, striving to meet his brother's expectations. he runs the rengoku estate, pays off his father's debts, manages the grounds and the staff, and takes care of everyone. he's happy to carry the burden. ( when he isn't, yes he is. ) senjuro is not strong in a fight, but he is persistent; give him long enough and there is no task he cannot handle, no pain he cannot shoulder.

but sometimes he missteps. stumbles. then the weight comes crumbling down around him as he struggles to stay upright. today is one of those days. kyojuro still hasn't woken up from his coma after surviving the mugen train, and last night there were complications. hours after senjuro fell into restless post-chores sleep, kyojuro began spluttering bile and vomit and something too curdled and dark to be blood, and senjuro had bolted upright from his sleeping roll to laboriously roll kyojuro onto his side before he choked. he'd screamed for help, but sake binges mean shinjuro sleeps like the dead. it had been just him, wide-eyed and trembling, cradling kyojuro's head in his lap as he rocked his brother's limp body well into the morning light.

in the morning, shinjuro had glowered at senjuro's blood-shot eyes through a crack in the shoji doors, his prickly upper lip curling. "It stinks. Clean this up and finish your chores."

senjuro tried. the room was cleaned and kyojuro made comfortable all while a choking darkness crept toward his throat. by the time he shuts the shoji doors and stumbles off the estate, he is a pale, high-strung, exhausted mess. i can't do this anymore. i can't. i can't.

yoriichi finds him like this. his susurrus voice barely reaches senjuro in his addled daze, but his head is already shaking no, no. his fist instinctively curls into yoriichi's garments, his body's last ditch attempt to anchor a boy dangerously adrift.

❛    I have to, ❜ he tries to steel his shaking voice. he does not want to be strong. he must be. ❛    It's just me. Father, Aniue . . . I'm the only one who can, I'm —   ❜

strong arms wrap around him, and a final whisper meets his ear: "Do not push yourself, alright?"

the smallest stream can split mountains with enough persistence. senjuro has been strong for so, so long, but this time, this time —

senjuro breaks.

❛    I c-c-can't,   ❜ senjuro chokes out with a gasp, burrowing his head against yoriichi's chest. as powerfully as dams break, the truth floods out. ❛    I have to, but I can't. I'm not strong enough. I can't do this anymore. I'm tired. I'm so tired.   ❜

he's sorry, aniue. it seems he's made a fool of you after all.

[shibemuses]

@sunforms​ - amaterasu  - s.c. 

She knows him. She knows this child, perhaps even more than the rest. Ever since those blessed earrings were given to him, Amaterasu has watched over Yoriichi. She has protected him, keeping him from illness, from severe misfortune and death. Blessed him, in that his abilities bordered on the inhuman.

But perhaps this blessing came with a price. Much like her own brother, Michikatsu had grown spiteful of his twin, and had begun a deep, decrepit path to damnation. Even if Amaterasu was begged, she could not do a thing to save Tsukuyomi’s chosen.

The sun shines brilliantly, glowing warm red as it rises. The god-wolf emerges too from her slumber, arriving before her chosen human. Light streams from her beams, from her back, as if forming the feathery wings of a great bird. The very ground beneath her four paws rejoices at her return, blooming in wondrous colorful blossoms.

Amaterasu is calm. But her doggish traits win over any need to appear as a serene deity. Her bushy, curly tail begins to wag, disturbing the grass and leaves underfoot.

“Yoriichi.” She breathes, voice echoing in his mind. Her lips do not move. “I am pleased to finally meet you face-to-face at last.”

[muriokusho]

@sunforms​ said : huh

“Look away grandpa, things are about to get dirty.”

[eyes-like-obsidian]

Pokemon Team Planner!

Uta's Pokemon Team

Tagged: No one! I saw @sunforms doing it and I thought I should turn it into a dash game! ❤️

Tagging: @whirling-fangs @uppermoonkoku @sunsblaze @koku-shibou @swordsxandxsakuras @fallesto (for Yoriichi and Shinjuro) @ask-senjuro-anything @shinjuro-rengoku-ask @nakimex @askaizetsu @sncwhashira @paintoreos @akaza-dono-the-basketball @yoriichitsugikuni-hinokamikagura @the-muzansama @theothervonkarmagirl @ask-icedouma @ask-spider-mother-kny @ofmistnmoons @multifacetmuses @tsukkiakarii @hizzashii @ask-mitsuri-kanroji @ask-nezuko-kamado-kny @rengoku-theflamehashira @himawari-halo @eyes-like-ruby

Please do not reblog and make a new post!❤️

[viciousbite]

Starter for @sunforms​

No windows, an empty room, a cell. All Akaza had the pleasure to look at was the strong wooden bars of his ‘prison’ and the wisteria that hung from the sides. For an Upper Moon, the poison from the flower wasn’t that potent. It still made him highly uncomfortable if he went around touching them, so he preferred to sit against the far wall with his legs crossed and his cuffed arms rested upon his lap. All of it was a mere precaution, due to how willing Akaza was to remain there, but one can’t ever be too careful when it was a strong demon with hundreds of years of carnage behind him.

A familiar form at the other side of the bars, made Akaza chuckle weakly under his breath as he forced a small grin on his lips. “Did you come here for a chat, Yoriichi?” He asked. This man, intrigued him, in a few ways, with the resemblance to Kokushibo and how his demon cells began to tickle in a strange way, like they wanted the man’s blood or to run away from him. 

“Or to feed me?” He added with a playful tone. Being stuck there for awhile, had given him a chance to try and humor himself with words, when he couldn’t entertain himself with a fight.

[kyousei-a]

     @sunforms​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: have u heard of saw con, brother? // unprompted

     ❝... No.❞

[bigdhashira]

@sunforms​ said : *nibbles him.*

“---That is allowed. Did you miss me?”

[never-surrender]

@sunforms || Tengen

Retirement was an odd concept for Tengen, no matter how much he had said he wanted it. It left him with so much time ... and nothing to really gear up for as he healed from the injuries he sustained. For most of his life he had one fight after the next, training to do in order to stay at the top of his game ... all of that was gone now. Slipped through his fingers willingly at the request of one of his wives ... did he resent her for it? Absolutely not. He’d do far more for his wives to make them happy than giving up a major part of his life. But with that said ... 

He couldn’t help but think on the past and what the current events had him realizing. 

The worry of his wives was left reassured when he had left from their house, letting them know that he’d be visiting an old friend ... or at least that’s what he called the other man to his wives. He wasn’t entirely sure if him and Yoriichi were friends after the entire incident with the man’s family. Hell he wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to find the other hashira all that easily ... 

Luckily enough, locating him was fairly easy for the man ... approaching him, however? Was another thing altogether. 

It admittedly took some time for Tengen to decide what he was going to say, a fact that was acutely uncharacteristic for him... but considering the weight of it all, he would give himself some lee way. 

Dropping down silently, Tengen lifted his one good hand, knocking at the door and settling in to wait. Any other time Tengen would have let himself in, announced his presence in his typical flashy manner ... but a conversation this serious demanded respect.

[violetueur-archive]

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[loveoaths]

@sunforms​ requested:   [ Plots ] with Yoriichi or else, :knife_emoji:

senjuro & yoriichi.

we briefly chatted about this already, but: senjuro as the rengoku estate caretaker who learns that the ghost stories of The Visitor that Kyojuro used to  tell him as a child weren’t stories at all, but facts. senjuro inititally being a little weirded out yet intrigued by this gentle, powerful old soul, who, despite his small smiles and kindness, always has an undercurrent of sadness. senjuro learning more about his family history through yoriichi and using it to help save the rengoku estate and bring about prosperity to it once more. meanwhile he makes making The Visitor’s guest bedroom into a real home for yoriichi. lots of learning for them here, but mostly it’s the vibes of turning strangers into family, sitting with the past and letting it go, and trying to be better than you were yesterday.

kagaya & yoriichi.

the demon au we chatted about ! demon yoriichi is on the side of the demon slayers, and consults with kagaya regularly in the fight against muzan. kagaya sees them both as cursed, plagued with something inside them that sickens and withers until they have cleansed potentially something here about the flame mark being able to purify and burn the curse out if kagaya’s body, but i like kagaya remaining sick. something something starcrossed dynamic, one living forever and the other painfully mortal. they’re both gentle people who are firm in their ideals and who carry the fate of everyone on their shoulders, and i like them having solidarity with one another. also, i’m a huge fan of immortal + mortal meeting over and over again until they solidly connect much later.

additional: reincarnation au. no i don’t have the details. but there is a sad-fun vibe.

sabito & yoriichi.

i’m empty-brained at the moment because i’ve just decided to add sabito, so i’m just putting this out there while i remember.

utakata & yoriichi.

( kny verse wip ) he’s the wandering, distant, apathetic practitioner of bubble / pearl breathing style, with pearl being a subset of water and stone breathing. his best friend is possessed by an ancient body-jumping demon and he’s looking for ways to split the two without killing his friend if he has to. someone with yoriichi’s expertise would be extremely valuable. also, he’s a  ( supposedly )  laid back philosophical cynic, which may provide interesting friction between two somewhat opposites.

haku & yoriichi.

( kny verse ) haku’s interested in locating the red spider lily while propagating it’s blue counterpart. while they assist slayers and have combat experience, their real talent lies in temporarily quelling demons and providing medical services, so they can really be anywhere. haku has a piercing critical eye which might help yoriichi come more out of his shell again.

[demonsecho]

@sunforms asked:  Minoru was a quiet yet calming presence amidst the turmoil. The mask he wore obscured his expressions, but it was just as unassuming and unsettling to stare at him for too long. But that is not the point. He reaches out — sets a gentle, calloused hand on Haganezuka’s shoulder. A brief, comforting squeeze before he draws his arm back into the plain black haori. He knows not every moment when an episode may arise, but the swordsmith follows instinct. “… How about we get your favorite meal, and you can talk to me about it then?”

     there aren’t many people that can predict when haganezuka’s mood will go from content to seething. there was once a time where he, himself, wasn’t able to figure out those triggers and prepare for the onslaught of negative emotions that would follow. his parents  —  he can’t tell if he wants to bless their souls or damn them to hell  —  could never handle it, no matter how hard they tried. something would happen, change and shit, and the rage would build before anyone could stop it.

     tecchikawahara never saw in him what everyone else did. he was never fazed or offended or exhausted by haganezuka’s outburst.   it’s who he is, he would say to anyone that asked, and who am i to make him hide himself?   it didn’t take him very long to figure out that windchimes could solve an issue like no other. then again, he wasn’t actively looking for a solution  ;  the chimes just so happened to be hanging from someone’s window, and haganezuka had been entranced, stopping to listen for hours once he’d found the source of the noise.

     the chimes still work, but haganezuka is no longer a child, and tecchikawahara can’t be around every second to bring him the comfort of his presence, so he went right back to the way things used to be, focusing all his time and energy on the swords he creates and keeping contact with people to a minimum. 

     minoru, though. minoru is different. he neither condemns nor accepts haganezuka’s outbursts. similar to haganezuka’s father, minoru understands that this is who he is, that there are some things that cannot be helped, but unlike his father, minoru attempts to redirect his energy to something more productive. something he’ll enjoy more. and nothing can bring up his spirits quite like a good meal, especially when the source of his anger is the absolute lack of care shown to the sword he’s currently fixing.

     “ these demon corps brats are going to have to start using their bare hands to fight! no more broken swords! ”   but even as he speaks he allows himself to set down the sword, knowing that with a wait on material shipments, he’s done all he can for the sword for today.   “ you’re paying for my food. ”