#the demon of mount kumotori

[demonofkumotori]

A Demon and Her Scribe [An Introduction]

In a snowy forest, the footprints of a large wolf vanish suddenly and give way to something more bipedal. Something even larger. Farther ahead, where the trees part to form a clearing, a strange creature bearing both the visage of a person and a wolf crouches. The soft crunching of snow that had been the only sound came to a slow stop.

O-oh! There's someone else out here, after all? I thought I was all on my lonesome here, in this forest and on this mountain. I am...Kumo. Call me Kumo—as I'm the demon of this mountain, Kumotori. At least, that's what I think I am. I'm still...trying to sort myself out, as I seem to have lost my memories—save for one very precious one, the memory that I have a brother. A little brother. I'm...I'm not sure where he's gone. I need to find him, though. He needs me.

You're quite a striking sight, Kumo. I don't think I've ever met a demon before—please, call me Scribe. I'm sorry that you've been separated from your brother... I am a wanderer—perhaps, as you look for him, you'd like some company?

O-oh! That's quite kind, Scribe. I... Yes, I would like the company. Perhaps you can also help me figure out what I can eat—I'm oh so hungry, but I can't figure out what's edible for me.

Their voices slowly fade into the distance as Scribe speaks, the two walking together into the forest. Neither is quite sure what will come, but Kumo has found some hope.

[midnightwriter21]

Distant~ (Tanjiro x Reader Angst)

characters: Tanjiro Kamado x reader, zenitsu x reader (platonic), kanao x tanjiro (no kanao hate pls🙏🏻)

warnings: angst, unrequited love

AN: here is the very long overdue part 2 for the Tanjiro angst Open Wound! I've decided to turn this into a short series so there will be another part or two after this! If you haven’t read the original click the link before reading this one!

open wound (part 1)

until now (part 3)

As you flee the scene, Tanjiro stares at your retreating figure in shock. He’s broken from his trance at the feeling of Kanao’s soft hand covering his.

“Go after her.”

“I… what?” He asks confusedly.

“She’s your best friend and she’s hurt. We hid this from her for too long. Go after her. Explain yourself or you’ll lose her,” she looks at him expectantly.

Tanjiro sighs as he stands and runs in the direction you fled, “Your right. I have to find her.”

After a few minutes of frantically searching for you, Tanjiro finally spots you in the distance. He quickens his pace as he calls out to you. You continue to run, your feet pounding on the ground with each step. Tensions build up as Tanjiro closes the distance between you two. He reaches out to you, calling out your name as you continue to flee in tears.

Finally, he catches up to you and grabs you by the shoulders. "Wait! Please, let me explain!"

You whip around to face him, yelling, “Explain? You have to be kidding, Tanjiro! What could you possibly need to explain? I saw everything!”

“Stop yelling at me and listen!” He exclaims.

“No! I don’t want to listen to you, or talk to you, or see you right now! I want to be alone!” You jerk yourself out of his grasp and begin to walk away from him again.

“Y/n, please just hear me out!” Tanjiro begs.

You sigh as you turn to him, defeated and upset, “Just give me some time, Tanjiro. I just need to process some things, okay?”

Tanjiro frowns but nods in agreement, “Okay… but we have to talk about this.”

You nod back, “We will,” and then you head home for the day.

As you walk the path towards your home, leaving Tanjiro behind, you hear rapid footsteps behind you accompanied by the screeching voice you’ve become so fond of, “Y/N!!! WAIT FOR MEEEE!!”

Laughing slightly under you breath, you turn as the lightening user comes into sight, “Zenitsu…”

He slides to a stop in front of you,expression full of pity, “Hey y/n…”

You smile at him sadly in response before continuing the walk home.

He walks beside you in a rare moment of silence before finally breaking it, “I’m sorry…”

You blink, surprised, “Sorry? why would you be sorry?”

Zenitsu looks at you, eyes wide, “He still hasn’t told you has he?”

Feeling you heart rate begin to pick up you question the blonde, “Who? Tell me what? Zenitsu you better start giving me answers right now. What is going on?”

As the two of you arrive at your home, Zenitsu, uncharacteristically quiet, places his hands on your shoulders and guides you to take a seat.

He starts softly, muttering to himself, “Tanjiro is my friend. But so are you… you deserve to know.”

Heart sinking you ask, “Deserve to know what? Just spit it out please.”

Zenitsu takes a deep breath, “Tanjiro and Kanao have been together for months. They’ve been hiding it from you because they know how you feel about Tanjiro.”

You breathe a humorless laugh, "Of course... It all makes sense."

"Y/n? Are you okay?" The blonde asks hesistantly.

Another laugh, "Yeah, I'm great. All of the pieces are coming together now. He's been acting differently for months. He doesn't eat lunch with me or train with me anymore, we haven't gone on a mission together recently either, and he's been so... distant. I don't know how I didn't see it before."

Furrowing his eyebrows in concern, Zenitsu reaches out to pull you into a hug when you're interrupted by the familiar squawking of your crow.

"Y/N L/N!", She caws, "REPORT TO MOUNT KUMOTORI! DEMON SIGHTED ON MOUNT KUMOTORI!"

A soft sigh escapes your mouth accompanied by a sad smile as you stand, "Well, I guess I have to leave."

Zenitsu looks up at you concerned, "Be safe, y/n."

"I'll try." Then you're off.

[twisted-dork]

Twisted Wonderland Demon Slayer (Yuu)niverse Info

*Most of this information come from demon slayer manga, the fanbook, and headcanons*

Character: Tanjiro!Yuu

Grade/Class: Junior/Class C (No.20)

Birthday: July 14th (Cancer)

Age: 18

Height: 175 cm

Dominant Hand: Right

Homeland: Mount Kumotori

Club: Mountain Lover Club

Best Subject: Animal Languages/Physical Education

Hobbies: Practicing their headbutting and cleaning

Pet Peeves: Perverts

Favorite Food: Rice balls and green tea

Least Favorite Food: Unknown

Talent: Dancing

Love Interest: Malleus Draconia

[rubylarkspur22]

(🎀) The Hunter, and the Fighter

So! In this AU, Tanjirou and Nezuko are switched with Daki/Ume and Gyutaro! But I decided to do it a little differently than usual! SO! Here's a little info on how I switched them!

I basically switched "Sibling Who Gets Their A** Whooped." (Ume and Tanjirou.), then I switched "Sibling Who Saves Butt-Whooped Sibling With What is Probably an Excessive Amount of Violence and Rage" (Gyutaro and Nezuko). The idea came from an IRL friend who mentioned Tanjirou's tendency to always resort to a headbutt if he's out of actual weapons could be a problem for him. Especially as a demon, where his weak point is his neck. I have other reasons for making the changes this way, of course. Like Nezuko doing triple shifts to keep him breathing. And Tanjirou having a more ranged demon attack in canon(yes, I kept the spines.).

So this means Tanjirou was the half-dead one when the siblings were found in the middle o' butt-f*** nowhere on Mount Kumotori.

However, I also made some other changes to this AU's Upper Six Siblings. Such as:

Tanjirou and Nezuko switch both who's working to get money, as well as what job the working sibling is doing. Favourites include Oiran, seamstress, house attendant, etc.

The siblings, especially when a single entity, can adopt/use features from each other, which allows them to shapeshift much more easily than any other demon except Muzan. Makes disguises a lot harder to crack when you can just switch your features, including gender. (Am I using this as an excuse for genderbending? Idk?)

There isn't really much of a "control" factor involved, so much as the Kamado siblings exchange eyes to see what the other sees. It's equivalent instead of exclusive.

This is what I got for concepts so far. This is one of my less extensive stories, so a lot of it is barebones right now.

[astoldbyaja]

The Orisha and the Hashira- CH.7

Normal POV

Muzan was in a trance, trying to figure out the next steps to conquer the son. If his upper moons couldn’t find the blue spider lily then he would hope, there would be a demon who could conquer the sun that he could find and consume.

He was close, he felt it in his bones. As he floated in the dark abyss of his infinite castle, he found himself swallowing due to a faint prickle in his throat.

‘Odd.���

Suddenly his eyes snapped open wide as he lightly grazed his throat with his fingers.

‘That feeling… no. There is no way… they have returned to Japan.’

A sinister smirk played upon his lips now as a low chuckle escaped his lips and slowly transitioned into that of a demonic laugh.

Ayo’s POV

The carriage ride was slow, and I did not realize this was going to be such a long journey. I just left Kyojuro’s estate, without telling my brothers where I was going. There was one large suitcase on the ground. Although I was sitting still in the carriage my chest was moving up and down faster than I had wanted. Kyojuro looked at me concerned.

“Ayo, what is the matter? Are you ill?” he asked.

“I should not have come with you. Bambaataa will be worried, I have never been this far from my family in an unknown territory.” I replied. Why was I so nervous? I’ve been on numerous assignments back in my home country on my own. Maybe it was because I was with a partner who was not of the tribe.

“You have nothing to worry about! I’ll protect you!” he said. I held back my scoff.

“I do not need protecting. It’s just I feel I may have accepted Lord Ubuyashiki’s proposal to help kill demons without really thinking of the resources we don’t have. We have no weapons to harness and channel our powers and the fabric I wear beneath this kimono is only good for heat. The Mother Continent is mostly hot. If this mountain is cold, then I do not have a way of protecting my body from it.” I explained.

“Hm… do not worry! Although Mount Kumotori is covered in snow we will pass through many towns and villages on our way there. I will buy you everything you need for the journey.” he said before flashing a big smile. I winced.

“I do not have the money to repay you- I do not even know the currency here-”

“Do not worry about repayment! You are my master’s guest and so I will take care of your needs.” he said before giving a warm smile. I couldn’t help but feel flustered at this moment. What was wrong with me, I never used to get flustered by acts of kindness especially from a man. Was it this body? Was it more sensitive emotionally since it was new? I know physically it was sensitive even the springs makes me shiver and my body reacts in ways I was not used to.

“Thank you for your kindness.” I replied. Our carriage stopped at a small village and of course Kyojuro’s first assignment was finding a noodle shop to eat. I watched quietly as he consumed bowl after bowl of food. He must have a high metabolism to eat so much. All the while yelling tasty after swallowing each time.

“Why do you do that?” I asked curiously. Kyojuro looked at me with a hum.

“Do what?” he asked curiously.

“Describe your liking for food after each bite.” I answered. He nodded.

“Because in the way of the samurai any meal could be my last. I like to savor each bite.” he said. I noticed a pink shade cross over his nose and cheeks now. I now looked down at my bowl of noodles peppered in with different vegetables it smelled good.

“Is this place making you uncomfortable? If you’d like I can find a more private place for you to eat?” he suggested. I shook my head gently.

“No, I am alright.” I replied before raising my sleeve to hide my face. I was slow in my movements, so I didn’t make a mistake of him seeing something. I gently slid my mask over my head and this time, I remove it completely and sat it down beside the bowl. No one else was in here, and I trusted that Kyojuro would not try and take a peak. I picked up the chop sticks and after a few seconds of getting them correct in my hands, I moved to slurp the noodles up.

It was definitely flavorful and delicious. I smiled and raised my head wishing I could see the flame Hashira through my sleeve.

“Tasty.” I said gently. I heard the gentle chuckle from Kyojuro. Funny it felt like he was teaching me a ritual of his people and I felt honored to be able to participate in this ritual. I placed my mask back on once I was done eating, then watched Kyojuro eat another bowl before paying. The carriage ride was quiet and this time, Kyojuro sat on my side after asking if it was alright with me.

“What are you parents like?” he asked. “Do you know much about their life here?” I faced him some.

“Yes, my grandmother, mother and her siblings were sold to a merchant here. My aunts and uncles were sold to different lords and houses. My mother and grandmother stayed together. My mother had to grow faster than any child should. When she realized her abilities, she used them to calculate what her future would be depending on the paths she took while here. Every decision she made helped her gain knowledge of Japan and demons. She met many different people and eventually met my father who also had abilities of his own…What of your family?” I asked deciding not to go down the hole of my past or my upbringing.

Kyojuro’s eyes never left my face as we just stared at each other. He listened almost with fascination, and it felt odd with him being so close.

“I have a little brother and a father.” he said. I tilted my head as he excluding someone.

“No mother?” I asked. He looked down, his smile almost sad now.

“She passed away when I was very young due to illness. My younger brother does not even remember her face and my father… he has not been able to heal from her passing.” he said. I winced and looked down.

“I hope you have healed from her passing.” I replied. His smile grew.

“Yes, I have!” he said happily. After a short while of silence, I noticed Kyojuro had fallen asleep. His body sat straight up, and he didn’t even stir nor snore. I just looked out the carriage window on my side and admired the lush green forests.

I could see the green fields of the Mother Continent; small children would be running about either herding animals or kicking balls around. We’d pass the savannah where zebra and water buffalos drank all the water they could. Prides of lions would graze in the distance as females reappeared with new cubs. The carriage bumped just slightly. I then felt a slight pressure on my shoulder, and I looked over to see Kyojuro was still asleep however his cheek was pressed into my shoulder blade. He was still very still and calm. Curiously, I leaned over just a bit so my mask wouldn’t touch him, but I wondered if I could smell him through my mask. It was durable and allowed me to see perfectly through the black eye holes, but the nose in the mask was thick.

I quietly inhaled and noticed he has an intriguing aroma of forest and soot, combining the fresh earth notes of pine and moss with a smoky undertone. I couldn’t help but smile as this smell suggested a rugged yet adventurous spirit.

“Hm.” I merely replied and sat back not disturbing the man. The forest moved into shops and homes and now I saw we were in another village. The air was cooler here I noticed.

Kyojuro slowly opened his eyes and noticed his position before leaning back.

“I am sorry I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” he said with a bow of his head.

“No, it is alright.” I replied gently. The carriage halted at what looked like an inn and Kyojuro jumped out with a burst of energy.

“This will be the perfect place to rest at. This inn houses the demon slayer corps free of charge.  We got lucky getting here before the sun came down.” he said. I took a step out and looked around noticing some people on the streets. They saw me and already began to whisper amongst each other. Yes, I could imagine I did look a little strange to them. “Ayo, tomorrow before we depart, we can stop at a clothing store and pick out a few kimonos that will help you stay warm when we get to Mount Kumotori.”

I only nodded and we went inside and checked in.

“Good evening. Two rooms please!” he said. We were lead to the separate rooms by an elderly woman.

“Fresh linens and food ready for you.” she said.

“Thank you!” he said, and we bowed our thanks and when we were alone, Kyojuro looked at me.

“I will be right next door. I will ask permission to enter your room so you can get decent.” he said. I nodded.

“Thank you.” I replied. I wanted to bathe, but when I saw people there, they were immediately nervous of me just standing there dressed in all black wearing a mask they couldn’t even begin to describe. I looked down a bit discourage before noticing something random yet familiar. Pink footprints were appearing on the ground and walking toward a lit path. Mother. I followed the footsteps quietly leading me deeper onto this path until the lights dimmed and I was in the forest. The moon was high, and everything seemed lit up. The air was warm and finally I saw hot springs with steam reaching for the sky. I looked to my right to see the pink silhouette of her form.

“You are afraid.” Her voice was so pure and angelic.

“I am afraid umama… I’m so far away from my brothers, so far away from you and Utata.” I said in almost a childlike tone.

“Don’t be afraid. You three were meant to part eventually. Femi is safe. You need only worry about the journey ahead of you and we will always be with you even if you cannot see us- hold us. We will always watch over you.”

I wanted to question what she meant by my journey. Did she know something would happen to me? The silhouette finally vanished, and I just stared at the spot for a moment before finally looking down at the water. It called to me. I removed my kimono and the hood my curls springing from their airtight prison. I then removed the black fabric unraveling it all from my body from the neck and then down the chest and arms. I unraveled it at my stomach and continued the process until I was only in a blue fabric that compressed my breasts and a wrap over my pelvis. I miss the blue beads that I’d have around my neck. I wiggled my toes and I smiled.

I now placed my fingers over my mask and slowly removed it. Now everything seemed to be so surreal and real. I blinked a few times and placed my mask down on the folded kimono on the ground. I faced the hot springs and now began to move, letting the soles of my feet meet the top of the water. I did not sink just yet. I walked atop of the water and moved toward the middle, the steam growing as I inhaled. I looked up at the bright moon, its form captured in my deep blue eyes. I harmonized to her before raising my arms and letting the steam devour me. I could feel the energy of the water all around me. I could feel everyone in this village. I took note of how many people were awake to sleeping by how calm their heart beats were.

People were moving, talking, eating. I could easily kill them. I could make everyone pop like a sack filled with water. This is my power. I could cause the rains to come and flood the village. The water is me and I am it.

I can bring life and take it away! This is the power of the water Orisha. The steam was hot on my body, and I felt so… alive. I hated having to cover my skin. I crouched and placed both my hands flat on the water.

“Give me all your power.” I whispered and I felt the water began to sway from left to right answering my command and I felt an immense power, so much my body felt light as a feather and my hair standing up to touch the sky.

But now the sound of a blade unsheathing made me open my eyes. When had I closed them? I looked over my shoulder to see someone standing there with a blade out. Flaming hair faced me, red and yellow eyes stare at me firmly.

“Why have you come here, demon!” he called out, voice dripping with command and authority. His form alone cut through the steam, and I slowly stood up and faced him, my feet not living the top of the water. His challenging eyes now looked at the robes and kimono on the ground. His eyes widened some as he saw my mask staring back at him. Now his eyes began to lighten as he blinked a few times and slowly looked back at me, dropping his sword immediately. Blue and white eyes stared back at piercing red and yellow eyes. He seemed genuinely stunned. the steam rising yet again no longer shrouding us in a veil.

Normal POV

Kyojuro sensed it! He sensed a great power that he could not determine if it was an ally or foe.

“Ayo! There may be trouble forgive me for barging in!” he called entering the Orisha’s room to see it was empty. Was it a demon! Was one attacking and the woman sensed it first and went to challenge it head on! He was already following the aura. If anything, it seemed to be leading him down a path where the lamps light dimmed, and steam rolled all around him. It could have been a trap, but he was ready. He’d find Ayo and help her take down this monster!

He saw a form crouched down in the middle of a hot spring and immediately drew his sword.

“Why have you come here, demon!” Kyojuro called out. The figure finally stood up, it’s figure slim and hips wide, he knew it was a woman, but her flesh. Her flesh was a medium shade of brown unlike anything he had ever seen before. He noticed the lush and long black curls that were dancing in the air now had fallen to the woman’s back. Slowly she turned and faced him. His eyes widened as he looked upon a woman with striking blue and white hues with a white streaking down the right side of her hair. She was kissed by the sun in the most beautiful of ways.

Kyojuro finally caught sight of a puddle of black clothes and the mask of Yemọja looking right at him. He felt his body tremble and his sword leave his hand. Kyojuro looked back at the woman with a mix of admiration and curiosity.

“Ayo.” he said softly as he marveled at the unique and captivating appearance of the beauty before him. Strands of her hair flowed over her face, bringing more attention to her eyes that ensnared him immediately. They were soft and tender almost. She had mildly sharp features and her skin looked radiant almost soft and glowing in the moonlight.

He could smell the air around her; it was fresh and tranquil. It was reminiscent of a cool sea breeze with hints of saltwater and sea foam. She embodied the calm and revitalizing essence of the seaside.

Immediately Kyojuro felt a rush of warmth and intensity akin to the flames he commands. His heart feels ignited with a fierce yet comforting blaze filling him with unwavering determination and… joy.

The energy he sensed around her was no longer that of a threat. No now he could feel it on a more intense level now that he knew who this energy belonged to. It was a serene presence, one that he knew he was safe around. Is this what his master felt upon their arrival?

Every fiber of his being told him he had a new purpose, not just that of being a Hashira. This new purpose illuminated his path with a radiant glow. In this moment, he felt a powerful emotion that further fueled his passion and dedication. He felt more alive in this very moment than he has ever felt before even when becoming the Flame Hashira. That purpose was to protect the woman in front of him from any darkness that would dare touch her.

Ayo’s POV

The feeling from the energy finally faded and my mind was clear the longer I looked at Kyojuro. I gasped gently as I realized he was not looking through me but at me. He sees me… I am fully exposed to the eyes of Japan and it just had to be a flame Hashira! I immediately yelped, turning away and covering my shoulders.

“Aahh Kyojuro you’re not supposed to see me!” I cried out.

“Ayo…” he said my name again with such softness. I glanced over my shoulders to see him still staring at me. I whipped my head away immediately wishing I was not here.

“Please Kyojuro look away!” I begged now feeling my body fall right into the water. I engulfed in the water, and I immediately raised up, my hair now over my face hiding it. I clutched it to hold it tight, so I was hidden. I wanted to disappear. I didn’t realize the fully clothed legs in the water walking toward me and hands clasped over mine. I gasped and froze immediately feeling the warmth of his bare hands on my own. Finally, I peeked through my drenched curls at the smiling face and bright eyes. Now one of those warm hands moved through my hair and gently caressed my face. My eyes widened immediately.

“Please forgive me Ayo, but I find it incredibly difficult to look away from one so beautiful.” he said.

[2demon2slayer]

“come morning” (wip)

in which it takes tanjirou a little bit longer to return nezuko to a human. in which nezuko can turn back in her sleep rather than while running to a battlefield. in which nezuko does not remember all the years she was a demon.

saafggdaf opening scene of a kind of angsty au fic. idk if i’m gonna finish it ever, so have what i’ve currently written!!!

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There is a sort of magic in the space between sleep and wake. Where dreams still linger behind fluttering eyelids, but the tangible begins to encroach on the senses. Everything is a little bit soft and fuzzy around the edges, and yet the world can feel particularly sharp in this rousing hour. Memories take their time to return and nothing seems quite as important as settling right back into sleep.

Nezuko wakes up gradually, drifting in and out of dreams as she does. In those fading moments of sleep, she sees unfamiliar faces, hears snatches of words or sentences, feels cold moonlight on her skin and a burning in her veins. When she wakes up, her body feels sluggish and heavy. It’s alright, though. It feels as though she has all the time in the world.

Well, at least until Shigeru or Hanako come and wake her up. At least Rokuta still sleeps in, and Tanjirou and Takeo are nice enough to leave her be on warm mornings—

Nezuko’s eyes snap open, a gasp tearing through her. She’d forgotten. Oh god, how could she have forgotten? The memories of that night are practically burned into the back of her eyelids. Thorny limbs tearing through their home, cutting into the flesh of Mother, of Takeo and Hanako and Shigeru. Piercing right through her back to skewer Rokuta.

Nezuko twists beneath something heavy and tries to reach for her shoulder and stomach. Surely there will still be hot blood and pain, or at least the remnants of it. But she finds nothing but the soft cotton of a yukata. And something about that, too, feels strange. Shouldn’t she be wearing something else? The thought is preposterous, but Nezuko finds herself almost certain that she was wearing a kimono before…

Before what? Before the attack? No, she was in a yukata then, too. Perhaps her dreams have left her confused.

Nezuko pushes herself upward, leaning hard on shivering arms that feel far too feeble. The covers of the futon she’d been under fall away, and Nezuko takes a moment to look around the room. And strangely, she finds that she has no idea where she is. The room is largely barren with a sliding door cracked open to let in sunlight, and what she can see outside is a fenced-in area that is not her house.

Frankly, it’s far too warm to be Mount Kumotori at all. The temperature reminds Nezuko more of summers in the village at the bottom of the mountain. Her shaking hands begin to pull the cover away when a hand curls around the edge of one of the shogi doors and pushes it further open. Nezuko gasps at what she’s met with, as a ghost steps into her line of sight.

Long black hair glinting red in the sunlight. Tied back, but with a few strands framing a healthy face. Dark eyes with a flash of scarlet in them, looking at her with such love. For the briefest second, she thinks she’s looking at her father, returned to life and health. But then Nezuko looks again, and the face she finds— while familiar— is not who she thought.

One eye too pale and red, a mark like flames curling over the forehead, a haori checkered black and green instead of black and orange. Nezuko blinks, bewildered by the strange man before her who is so familiar and yet so foreign. Before she can voice her confusion, the man steps into the room, a look of unabashed relief on his face.

“Nezuko, you’re awake!”

She jolts at the voice, because— like everything else about this man— it is so achingly familiar that Nezuko finds herself very nearly brought to tears. And even still, she can’t place it. Or at least, not until he kneels before her and takes one of her shaking hands into his own calloused ones. And it’s a feeling like déjà vu. Because she knows that these hands have held her own before.

The missing puzzle piece slots into place and Nezuko looks up at the man before her. He looks tired, profoundly so. And beyond that, he looks so happy, in a way Nezuko hasn’t quite seen in a long time. Because she has seen this man’s face before. Because despite the scars and the blind eye and the height and the- the everything, this man is simply and undeniably her brother.

This man is none other than Kamado Tanjirou.

“How are you feeling?” the man who must be Tanjirou asks, his eyes wide and worried. “Does anything hurt? Are you tired? Hungry?”

Nezuko doesn’t know what to say. She just sits there, gaping at her brother. What can she say? What words can encompass everything she’s feeling in this moment, looking at this… this stranger. This grown man wearing her brother’s face.

After a long moment of silence, Nezuko finally speaks and asks, “What happened?” Because it’s the only thing she can think to ask. What happened to her? To Tanjirou? To Mother and Takeo and Hanako and Shigeru and Rokuta? If she lived, then could they have too? Tanjirou doesn’t answer immediately, looking down at their joined hands with a pensive expression.

“… How much do you remember?” he asks with trepidation in his tone. Nezuko frowns and wracks her brain. She remembers dreaming, certainly, but those memories are fleeting and fading fast. Mostly, she remembers what happened before she fell unconscious.

“There- there was a strange man in western clothing. He came into our home and he- he…” She chokes up then, struggling to voice the words. “He killed them. Takeo and Rokuta and Mother and- and-”

“It’s okay, Nezuko,” Tanjirou says, but he suddenly looks so much more tired.

“I’m sorry,” she gasps out, clinging as tight as she can to Tanjirou’s rough hands, “I’m sorry that I couldn’t- that I was too weak to- to do anything!”

Tanjirou shifts forward and his warm arms wrap around her. And in his arms, Nezuko feels so small. And Tanjirou feels so huge. And in his embrace, Nezuko can feel the musculature to him that wasn’t there before she woke, the strength to him that’s frighteningly new.

As Nezuko leans into Tanjirou’s hug, she whispers into his ear, “How long have I been asleep?”

Tanjirou gives her a squeeze before pulling back to look her in the eyes. “It’s been six years since the death of our family,” he says, voice grave. “You’ve been… asleep for six years.”

Nezuko squeezes her eyes shut, as if it will do anything to hide her from the terrible knowledge that she’d already begun to suspect was true. How else could her brother— the boy who was barely a year apart from her in age— suddenly be so much older? A part of her wishes that she were still dreaming, that this was all just a nightmare.

If only.

[fairyofthefriz]

I’ll tend the Flames, You can worship the Ashes

    “Please tell Shishou and the others, thank you for your kindnesses, and I will return to the shrine when I can,” Hanako says firmly.  “My siblings are in training with a Master on Mt. Sagiri, and I am going to help Giyuu-niichan with his mission on Mount Kumotori before I return to Tokyo.”     “That is unnecessary,” Giyuu-nii tells her, but she smiles.       “You helped me here, even though you didn’t have to.  So, I’ll help you with your demon, and return to Higurashi-jinja before I go to check on Nii-chan and Nee-chan.”  Hanako smiled brilliantly.  “What could go wrong?”

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[space-------kid]

Hello! Congrats on reaching 100+ followers—you definitely deserve it and more! If slots are still avail, can I request Genya x Reader where he actually lives and five years after Muzan’s defeat, Genya realizes that all of his friends are married (Kanao and Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Nezuko, Aoi and Inosuke) and he’s like “maybe I should propose...?) but he has no idea how so he asks for help from Ino, Tan and Zen, who offer to go look for rings with him while the girls hang out. Thank you so much!

Thank you so much, anon - you’re too kind and sweet! 😄💕💕💕

This request is so cute, please have all my uwu 💕💕💕 Also, I’m sorry for taking quite a while with this one (and to @beanrolls, too, who requested for Kimetsu Academy Genya [have all my uwu, too!]), there have been matters that needed my urgent attention that left me unable to write for days! 😭 But I’m back now, and sure that I’ll be able to post beanrolls’ request tomorrow😄

This one is set mostly in Genya’s point of view. [I’m listening to Train’s “Marry Me” right now... Now I’m wondering how modern AU Genya might propose to his s/o  😭💕💕💕)

*Hanami is “flower viewing”. The comparison between pearls and a woman’s tears of sadness is a thing where I’m from, and old people advise the younger ones not to wear any pearls during their wedding nor for men to give women engagement rings with pearls. They believe that the pearls would signify a married life full of sadness for the woman who’s about to be wed.

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𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 (𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝔂) 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓏𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓌𝒶 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓎𝒶 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

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              The world is now without evil demons.

               Exactly five years have now passed after Kibutsuji Muzan’s downfall. Five years of absolute peace, now being experienced by the children Ubiyashiki Kagaya has left behind, those who have been blessed by the gods to spend the rest of their lives earning the fruits of the sacrifice of the entirety of the Demon Slayer Corps.

               There are times that he still thinks that someone else deserves to be in his position. To be able to live, laugh, love, and be loved by the people he holds dear in his heart. But the thought now comes very few and far in between as the peaceful days roll by, the further encouragement of his older brother and friends giving Genya the strength to take another step into living the life they convince him he deserves.

               And maybe… maybe he does deserve to experience all the good things life hands to him now. Like the rest of his fellow Demon Slayers, he’s willingly sacrificed his own safety to ensure another’s, offering blood, sweat, and tears to rid the world as much demons as he can while striving hard to stand side by side with his once-unreachable brother. And while Sanemi has been blessed with the Mark of the Demon Slayers, the gods must have smiled at the Shinazugawa brothers for the curse of death does not claim the older between the two.

               Genya is sure that Tanjiro will be blessedly spared as well from the Mark’s curse, now living a happy life in Mount Kumotori – his home – with Kanao and their son.

               The Breath of the Sun user has been the first to marry in their group of friends two years ago. The proposal itself is simple yet sincere, so very Tanjiro that Kanao has been quick to blurt out a very happy “yes!” The wedding has been grand and lively, and Zenitsu – in all seriousness and golden eyes shining with worried tears – all but gets down on one knee during the celebration and proposes to a surprised and blushing Nezuko.

               Not one to be left behind by his friends, Inosuke has demanded for Aoi’s hand in marriage after witnessing Tanjiro’s joyful wedding and Zenitsu’s bold proposal.

               Now, his friends are all happily married with the love of their lives. And Genya would be a fool if he doesn’t admit that he’s a little – alright, maybe not so little – jealous that he’s the only one who hasn’t tied the knot yet.

               And so he sits in the middle of Sanemi’s training dojo, Himejima-san’s juzu beads clutched in one hand as he contemplates on the relationship he has with [Name]. He remembers, clear as day, how they met on one of his missions and how they saved each other’s lives back then. How she has befriended him despite his intimidating appearance, his inability to use Breaths, and how he achieves demonic transformation by eating demons. Not once has [Name] looked down on him, and Genya knows then and there – in their first meeting – that she is the one for him.

               Koi no yokan. The premonition of love; the feeling upon first meeting someone that you will inevitably fall in love with them.

               He remembers how [Name] admitted her growing feelings for him months after, when she came to visit him at the Butterfly Estate after facing off with Upper Moon Four in the Swordsmith’s Village. How she ran to him, crying, and embraced him as if it’s the last thing she’ll ever do. He remembers how happy and relieved she looked while cupping his cheeks in her small hands and – seemingly forgetting herself and the company they have – placed a tender kiss on his forehead before confessing her feelings for him. Genya is still sure that he has glimpsed Heaven that day, especially when [Name]’s face flushed red from embarrassment at her behaviour. And despite Tanjiro and the three girls of the Butterfly Estate’s presence in the infirmary, the demon-devouring Slayer is quick to tell her that he’s always loved, her, too.

               His worst nightmare came into focus during the final battle in the Dimensional Infinity Fortress. Upper Moon One was unbelievably strong, even using a Breath Style with more than fifteen forms during the fight. The Mist Pillar Tokito Muichiro fell during the fight, valiantly sacrificing himself to ensure their victory. And Genya was more than willing to go down fighting, too, if it meant taking down the second strongest demon in existence to his grave. Just as when Upper Moon One’s desperate, dying attack reaches Genya, he was knocked to the side while the splatter of crimson blood entered his field of vision.

               [Name] has told him firmly that she’s willing to sacrifice more than her left leg just so Genya can see the light of day again with his older brother.

               If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t be basking freely under the sun with the people he loves.

               Uneven footsteps soon pull Genya out of his musings. The dojo’s double doors open to reveal [Name], clad in a purple kimono and leaning on her walking stick. Her [colour] eyes brighten upon seeing Genya, and he gets up to meet her halfway, wrapping her in a fierce, loving hug.

               “I love you, [Name],” he tells her softly, pressing his lips to her hair. Genya relishes the sound of her laughter and the way she looks up at him, the loving expression on her face mirroring his.

               “And I love you more than you can ever dream of, Genya,” [Name] replies sincerely, leaning on him as he leads her out of the dojo. “What’s gotten into you, though? I hope it’s nothing I should be worried about.”

              His heart leaps with joy for her concern, although there is nothing to actually worry about. They sit side by side on the engawa, overlooking the garden Sanemi has gifted Genya with. The younger Shinazugawa brother still cannot help his face from turning red when [Name] presses herself against him and weaves her fingers with his.

              “N-Nothing to worry about. I just want to tell you…”

              [Name] rewards him with a kiss on his fingers and a content sigh.

              “And now we have the rest of our lives to tell each other,” she chirps happily at him, a bright smile on her face. “Now, don’t get tired of hearing it from me every day, alright?”

              Maybe he should…?

              Genya returns her smile with a shy grin of his own, unashamed of how red his face must have been. The question dances on the tip of his tongue, the needful urge to ask for her hand in marriage growing stronger and fiercer with each passing day he spends with her.

              He’s the only one unmarried yet in his circle of friends. And Genya knows that he can change it by asking [Name] right now, but he refrains himself from doing so. He wants the proposal to be memorable, to be worthy of the woman who has countlessly and selflessly saved his life over and over. He doesn’t want to ruin her experience of being proposed to by just blurting the question out like a mindless, insensitive fool, without even a care for how much memorable it would be for her.

              Genya is not one for extravagance, but at least he wants [Name] to remember his wedding proposal for the rest of their lives, something she can tell their future kids with a lovesick blush on her face. But if he’s being honest with himself, he actually has no idea how to properly propose!

              The flapping of a Kasugaigarasu’s wings reach the couple’s ears and, soon enough, a familiar crow perches itself on Genya’s outstretched arm.

              “Message! Message from Kamado Tanjiro! Message from Kamado Tanjiro!!!”

              A surge of inspiration strikes Genya. It won’t hurt asking his friends for help now, would it?

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               “Ah, so you’re planning to propose to [Name]!” Tanjiro exclaims, expression that of pure delight at the information. “I’m very happy for you, Genya!”

               Sitting beside Genya, Zenitsu claps the former on the back with a congratulatory grin. “Good for you, Genya. You’ll have zero regrets once you’re married – spending forever with the woman you love the most is pure heaven, I’m telling you!”

               Inosuke, on the other hand, shoots Genya an unimpressed look. The years may have tamed the Breath of the Beast user’s boorishness, but his competitiveness is another story.

               “Kentaro, Monitsu, and I have been married to our wives for three years already,” the boar head-toting male comments, taunting grin appearing on his face as he rudely points a finger at the unmarried man among the group, “and you haven’t even proposed yet? Hah! You really are a shrimp!”

               Tossing maturity aside, Genya and Inosuke begin attempting to throttle each other and throw childish insults at one another. It brings back memories during the Pillar Training from five years ago, and the ‘fight’ immediately ends with Tanjiro restraining an indignant Inosuke by sitting in seiza on the latter’s back.

               “I haven’t proposed yet because I don’t know how, you stupid boar!” Genya gripes, plopping gracelessly beside a surprised Zenitsu.

               “Just demand for her hand in marriage like I did with my Aoi, dumbass Ginto!” Inosuke yells, struggling under Tanjiro’s restraint.

               Genya rushes forward and slaps a large hand on Inosuke’s mouth, looking frantically between the shoji door and the porch. “Keep it down, Inosuke! What if [Name] hears you? Don’t blow things up!”

               Tanjiro, still restraining their friend, tilts his head to the side in contemplation. “Yes, please keep it down, Inosuke. And I understand why Genya hasn’t proposed yet.” The Breath of the Sun user then shoots Genya a sympathetic smile. “You want it to be memorable, right, Genya? In that case, let us help you!”

               Inosuke stops squirming and, after sharing a knowing grin with Zenitsu, nods at Genya as a show of support.

               Feeling extremely grateful for his friends’ considerateness and willing aid, Genya gets down in dogeza. “T-Thank you, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke! You have no idea how much this means to me!”

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               Everything goes smoothly as planned.

               During his friends’ next visit in the Wind Pillar’s estate, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke – who have been forthcoming with Genya’s desire to ask for [Name]’s hand in marriage with their other halves – bring their wives with them as planned. While the four males go out in search for the perfect engagement ring (Zenitsu suggested a Western proposal like he did with Nezuko, to which Genya agreed eagerly), Kanao, Nezuko, and Aoi will provide a distraction for [Name]. Even Sanemi pitches in with his offer of help, volunteering as the last resort of a distraction should [Name] begin showing any amount of suspicion about their friends’ unannounced visit.

               The three women are quick to whisk [Name] away from Genya’s arms, chattering brightly about things only they can understand, and Sanemi immediately shoos the four men away once the girls are out of sight.

               “[Name] will be quick to suspect that something might be amiss,” the former Wind Pillar warns the younger men before they leave, eyes shining with pride for his former tsuguko’s perceptiveness. “You better hurry up, you hear me?”

               “We will, Sanemi-san, don’t worry!” Tanjiro replies, bowing and taking their leave.

               Things, however, quickly turn south once they reach the town.

               While merchants from far and wide have been plentiful, the four friends find it difficult to spot even a single jeweller in town. Panic and doubt fills Genya almost immediately, but Tanjiro’s optimism helps drive the negativity away. Zenitsu suggest looking at the next, nearest town, and the four march on with renewed purpose and hope.

               The next town seems to be promising, and Genya’s spirits lift at the sight of a jeweller’s store. He is quick to drag his friends in the shop, but his excited smile quickly vanishes from his face at the sheer amount of rings – in all sizes and variations – behind the glass displays before him.

               “H-How am I supposed to pick one…?” he mutters, face pale at the prospect of choosing a ring that might not even fit [Name] – let alone one that she would love.

               The shop keeper – a foreigner – looks appraisingly at Genya from head to toe before nodding to himself.

               “For proposal?” asks the old man in broken Japanese, briefly glancing over at Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke. “Them, too? Propose to girl?”

               Quickly catching on the foreigner’s inquiry, Genya shakes his head and tries to use words that the former will understand. “Only me, sir,” he says nervously, wringing his hands when his lavender eyes sweep back to the assortment of rings in display. “How much for a ring?”

               The old man tuts at him, grey eyes narrowing as he gestures at the rings. “Price depends on ring. These, not for marriage.” He directs Genya to another display, where silver and gold bands set with precious stones are being held. “Propose with these. Pick one.”

               Genya suddenly feels numb at the prospect of choosing among the rings. Each of them is beautiful in their own right – some displaying exquisitely cut diamonds, vivid sapphires, crimson rubies, and viridian emeralds. When he hesitantly points at the one with a single pearl, the old man appraises him once more and shakes his head vehemently.

               “What’s wrong with the pearl, though, old man?” Inosuke pipes from behind Genya. “It’s pretty enough!”

               “Pretty, yes!” The old man agrees then points at Genya. “No fit him, however!”

               Zenitsu frowns at the old shop keeper. “He’s not the one being proposed to, you know!”

               Ever the pacifist, Tanjiro sniffs the air a little then beams at the old man. “I think he doesn’t mean Genya. Let’s hear what grandpa has to say first, shall we?”

               The old man, chuffed with Tanjiro’s reasoning (and being called grandpa, it seems), elaborates while gesturing for Genya to show his hands. Genya complies, confused.

               “This lad, tall and big,” the old foreigner explains while studying the calloused palms under his gaze. “He looks… hmm… what word… ah! Protector! Protective of his woman, yes. Does not make her cry, I think. He does not want to, he looks like. Big hands, huh? Protecting hands, I see. Pearl,” he then points at the ring, “symbol of tears in my country. Tears of sad woman. You make her cry sad tears?”

               “No!” Genya replies loudly, indignantly. Then, in a more reserved tone, “Never. I don’t want to make [Name] cry sad tears.”

               The old man nods in satisfaction then veers the mohawked male’s focus away from the pearl. “I remove that today. Now pick another.”

               Amazed at the explanation and the new bit of information they learned, the four former Demon Slayers shift their focus to the other rings and begin discussing amongst themselves.

               “I still don’t know what to pick,” Genya laments, his gaze bouncing between his friends and the old man. This is much harder than picking the ore for his very first nichirin blade!

               “Genya, I know it’s a hard decision to make,” Tanjiro tells him kindly, “but think of [Name] while looking at the rings. I’m sure your love for her will guide you to the right ring!”

               “Red hair, right,” the old man chimes in, nodding at a beaming Tanjiro. “Don’t worry, erase worry. Let love guide you, then choose.”

               “I dunno about these rings,” Inosuke claims and gives Genya’s shoulder a supportive pat. “But Jangoro and old man are right! I pick Aoi because I love her. I’m sure you’ll pick the right ring!”

               “Aoi is not a ring, though,” Zenitsu mumbles under his breath. “But you can do it, Genya! Take your time!”

               Overwhelmed by the support of his friends and a stranger’s kind and patient guidance, Genya’s determined gaze sweeps over the rings, lavender eyes widening at the sight of one that particularly stands out amongst the rest.

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               With the chosen ring now within the safety of a small velvet box and tucked in his hakama’s pocket, Genya and the gang moves forward to the second and most important part of the plan: the proposal itself.

               While Zenitsu suggests a grand declaration of love and marriage as supported by a pumped up Inosuke, Tanjiro agrees with Genya’s plan of making the proposal simple yet utterly heartfelt. With the Hanami coming ever closer, the younger Shinazugawa brother plans to ask for [Name]’s hand in marriage under the blooming sakura trees and the bright rays of spring sunlight.

               “How did it go?” Kanao asks quietly about their search for the previously elusive engagement ring. Aoi and Nezuko are helping [Name] gather some flowers from the garden under Sanemi’s guidance, distracting her enough for Kanao to slip past and welcome the four men when they arrive.

               Tanjiro hugs his wife and receives the kiss she gives him with a blush on his face, then displays a smile of success for Kanao to see.

               “We had to move to the nearest town to search for a ring, but Genya did it!” Tanjiro whispers excitedly. “The ring perfectly fits [Name]… I’m sure you’ll agree when you see it, Kanao!”

               The adopted sister of the Kocho siblings smiles proudly at her husband. “I can’t wait for the day Genya proposes. I’m sure he’ll be more than happy spending the rest of his life married to [Name], like I am with you.”

               Needless to say, Tanjiro is reduced to a blushing mess at his wife’s sincere remark. And like Kanao, he cannot wait for the day [Name] says yes to Genya.

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               The first day of the Hanami finally comes, bringing with it the first of spring’s sudden torrential rains.

               Genya’s plan comes crashing to the ground as he watches the pouring rain despondently. He grips the velvet box containing the ring in one hand, wondering if he’s not meant for giving [Name] the wedding proposal she so deserves.

               He feels Sanemi’s hand on his shoulder, ducking his head forlornly when the older between the two huffs at the rain.

               “Is this it for you, then?” Sanemi asks him, an uncharacteristic look of disbelief on his scarred face. “You’re letting this rain derail you on your journey to happiness?”

               “[Name] loves hanami, though, nii-chan,” Genya laments, shoulders slumping as he pockets the box.

               The former Wind Pillar grins and ruffles his younger brother’s hair. “You really are one hopeless little brother,” he says in jest, grin turning into a soft smile when Genya looks at him in mock hurt. “[Name] loves you, and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind how you propose to her.”

               “Really?”

               “Tch. I know so, idiot. Now scram and give me a sister-in-law already.”

               Genya is already barrelling out of the room, shouting “yes!” at the top of his lungs before Sanemi can react. The younger Shinazugawa storms down the hallways, doing a double take when he spots [Name] sitting on the engawa by the garden and watching the rain.

               For someone who is about to ask for his beloved’s hand in marriage, Genya feels oddly calm as he shortens the distance between the two of them. He sits beside [Name] and stares at her, quietly taking in the softness of her features when she tilts her head up to smile at him.

               Oh, gods. He really is utterly, unabashedly, deeply, and head over heels in love with her. And the tender look in her eyes when looks at him assures him that she absolutely feels the same.

               He retrieves the box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a slender silver band topped with [favourite gemstone] cut like dainty petals. Genya gently wipes the tears of joyful understanding and profound love on her face with his free hand. The question in his mouth becomes a promise of forever when he speaks.

               “I hope you’ll let me make you the happiest woman alive, [Name]. Please take me as your husband.”

               Genya gratefully and lovingly receives her kiss when she replies, “I’ll have no one else, Genya. Only you.”

               (Much to Genya’s delight, [Name] indeed tells their twin sons – with a furious blush on her face – how his wedding proposal to her went three years later. And, fairly enough for his flustered wife, he sports the same shade of red on his face when their boys begin to tease him about it.)

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[demonofkumotori]

Oh!!! Look at this place!!! The lights are so pretty!! I can't go down and be around the humans though !😫 Something here smells really good too, but I can't pin down what it is, because it's all over the place! Scribe keeps looking at me funny, too, like vo thinks I said something funny. There's another smell here too, and I sense something weird—it feels powerful, and vengeful.😨 I'm kinda scared, but I want to see more of this pretty place!🥺

[recentanimenews]

Fans of Demon Slayer in Japan Are Warned to Not Climb Tokyo's Largest Mountain

  Mount Kumotori is one of the "sacred places" for fans of the Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba franchise, being the supposed birthplace of the Kamedo siblings and where the story of the record-breaking series starts. As with anything related to Demon Slayer, this has caused the mountain to become a hot-spot for fans of the franchise, who are choosing to climb to the 2,017-meter high peak ... in just shorts and sandals ... during a chilly Autumn.

  This has spurred the Okutama Visitor Center to issue a warning to beginner climbers, saying "Mount Kumotori is not a mountain that can be climbed easily. Even experienced climbers can take 6 to 7 hours to reach the summit one way. For beginners that may take more than 10 hours." The Center is "worried" about the number of people who go up in "T-shirts and shorts, which are obviously out of place for mountaineering" and then coming back down mid-hike.

  Mount Kumotori from Saitama Prefecture in early November 2020 (Photo: Daryl Harding)

  Okutama Town, the closest township to the mountain regularly reaches below freezing. A representative from the Visitor Center suggests that beginners should look into warmer clothes, a spare change of clothes, equipment, food/water, and even just any sort of camping gear for a 2 to 3-day trek. 

  What may be Okutama Town in the Taisho era in Demon Slayer

  We'd here at Crunchyroll ask people to make sure they have everything they need to go mountaineering as well as camping (Laid-Back Camp can help teach the basics!) as well as maybe trying a smaller slope to start with rather than the biggest mountain in Tokyo prefecture!

  Source: Smart Flash (ads may be NSFW)

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Daryl Harding is a Japan Correspondent for Crunchyroll News. He also runs a YouTube channel about Japan stuff called TheDoctorDazza, tweets at @DoctorDazza, and posts photos of his travels on Instagram. 

By: news+feed@crunchyroll.com

[demonofkumotori]

Out of Character Notes

Scribe

Scribe is neither human, demon, nor both. They're alive, and that's about all anyone knows.

Yushiro could probably perceive them just fine, given what his Demon Blood Art deals with. At the very least he'd be able to sense they were around.

Scribe studies the habits, behaviors, and interactions of demons out of curiosity. They're dedicated to unraveling just how much of a person remains after the transition from human to demon.

Scribe's favorite color is magenta.

Scribe doesn't need to eat, but enjoys eating anyways. Their favorite food is ramen.

Scribe serves as a vessel to flesh out things about Kumo that wouldn't make sense to flesh out from Kumo's POV, drop hints about unusual things about Kumo that I'm impatient to display through Kumo directly, and ultimately just to let me have variety

Any asks that address Scribe directly will be treated as something to be answered out-of-character, regardless of context

Kumo

Kumo is extremely shy and unlikely to initiate an interaction with someone entirely brand new to her—especially another demon and especially, especially if they're very obviously more powerful (not hard, she's a very new demon)

Kumo is the main character of this blog, and will be the one answering roleplay based asks

Kumo has ESP (colloquially called Second Sight depending on context the phrase Second Sight was learned in, I got it from the Shonen Onmyoji English Dub), but it only extends to being able to see/hear/interact with the preternatural/supernatural outside of demons

Kumo's ESP is left over from her life as a human.

Kumo is an adult, but having amnesia is a bit of a bitch so she's allowed to be immature and timid

Kumo's desire to find her brother eclipses her hunger in technicality, but only functionally works if she's actively thinking about him

Kumo is 6'9" (~2.1 m/205.7 cm), her double-headed axe has a 5'8" (~1.7 m/172.7 cm) pole/handle

Kumo is so clueless about being a demon that she doesn't know who Muzan is; she's definitely get deja vu from him if she ever met him though

Kumo didn't eat anyone from the village at the base of Mount Kumotori & was spooked away so easily because she was actively trying to think through her hunger; she was so very confused

Kumo thought she recognized Subaro, the one who made a scene about her and scared her off in the first place

[demonofkumotori]

Ohhh, this mountain looks just as cool as the last one! Weird that I haven't seen any snow again yet, I'm getting a little too warm. 😞

That said, there's something kinda odd about this mountain? There's these strings that are all over the place! What're those about? I'd have thought it was just spider silk if it wasn't for how large it is—and it kinda smells like it has blood on it in places??

[demonofkumotori]

Traveling around is a lot harder and more exhausting than I realized! And I completely had no idea what Scribe was doing, fiddling with this device for a while. Something about charting our experiences and anything I remember? I did that first bit and then forgot this existed, ha! But!! I figured out what I'm gonna do. Post pictures of the places we see!

Like this forest we passed by when we were passing this one mountain! Scribe told me not to go up close to them though, and we had to not go up the mountain at all! Going around it is so slow! I wonder why I can't go near these? They're so pretty! How can pretty flowers be dangerous?

[demonofkumotori]

🌟 Is there any genres the mun doesn’t enjoy writing but you enjoy being part of? and 🔥 How would you spend one day with the mun if you could? 

���: Oh! That's a bit hard to answer—since I'm still pretty new for mod Scribe to be writing in general. I think I'd probably have to say that I'd enjoy probably enjoy being in a Monster Thriller/Horror genre of writing! I'd get to be big and fierce! Mod Scribe doesn't like the idea of me being in such writing because that means I'd have to be the villain and be defeated :T Vos pretty against the idea of writing a story where I have to be the evil thing that needs to die. All of voi attempts to come up with Swap AUs, for instance, have wound up finding justifications for letting me live!

🔥: Oooo, at the beach! We both really want to go swimming, though it's not quite stable enough weather-wise where mod Scribe lives for it sadly :T I love when she takes the time to check on our blog and to write me!

(Mod Scribe is being referred to using Voidself neo pronouns. Vos is pronounced as V-oh-ss and Voi as V-oy (as in joy). Vo is being utilized like she or they and Voi like her would be used —Sincerely Scribe)

[demonofkumotori]

Something Missing

When Kumo woke up, she was laying on her side in the snow. Her memory was blank and her body had aches that were rapidly fading. The smell of decay and copper hung heavily in the air, snow stained pink and red. Underneath the copper and death, there was the faint, slowly faded scent of fire and smoke and something cooked.

When Kumo stood, it was at a height that made her feel off. As if she should not be so tall. Her hair hung around her face, twisted and tangled together. Walking towards the source of the scent of death was short, less than a minute. The trees had just barely obscured a small house with broken doors and large charcoal burner. Just there, to the right, was snow that had been moved away. Five mounds lay neatly in a row.

Something's missing.

The thought took her by surprise, before it was squashed by grief. Why was she grieving? What was she grieving? What was missing? Kumo didn't know then, she wasn't Kumo then. It was hard to think, to reason, when the copper smell of blood hung in the air. Hungry. She was so, so hungry.

There's no food here.

There was a path to the left, though. If there was no food here, then there would be food somewhere else. She was sure she would be able to think much easier, remember much easier, when her stomach was full.

[demonofkumotori]

Memory Fragment #1

He smells like smoke and soot and morning dew, my brother. His laughter is light and loud when his joy cannot be contained, but it is soft when he is content. Being with him is like standing in the summer's sun.