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kyojuro corruption arc

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this is the masterlist post for soryuu sensei hakuji, a kny au where akaza defects from muzan early, starts a dojo to honour his past, and canon happens in modern times!

ON HIATUS.

the main inspirations for this are smoke and mirrors by emilieee and demon's choice by lairMorbidon so do give those fics a read if you haven't already bc they! are! so! good!!!

comic strips:

1 & 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10

11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18

read it on webtoon;

read & subscribe on ao3!

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My babies 💕💕💕💕 so cute..

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More Demon!Kyojuro x Akaza because I cannot control myself

(Akaza is the most dangerous backpack)

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so here’s basically a low quality set of doodles depicting the stages through my akaza hashira au!!! this was so fun aAAAA

feel free to ask about this au btw…. i love talking about it….

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jsyk your akaza hashira au has consumed my brain. just a little bit. you are so big brained for making an au where rengoku is alive and also is gay. thank u. -fellow akaza apologist🤝

thank u anon… this one goes out to u… <3

(forgive how ugly it is this is stupid and rushed)

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Everyone has their demons…

(and Kyojuro’s is very persistent)

I did not come up with this joke - I could not for the life of me find the post that inspired this (even though I swore I saved it because it had me cackling).

First one to find it for me so I can credit them wins!

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Self-imposed babysitting duty

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I just want you to know, that I've become a fucking akaza apologist, because of you...

Thank you 💞☺️ so much

u are so welcome 💕💕💕

have the menace himself for ur troubles

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Ch. 0 Job Interview ☕️

If you want to know more of the barista au, click here to Ch. 1!

As time went by, Yushiro began to feel bad because he saw that he really kept his promise and when summer came, he noticed that Akaza was struggling a bit but he never complain once about the hot weather or anything, so he said to him that covering his tattoos wasn't necessary anymore.

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“When snowflakes fall, I wish you love”

Finally had the chance to finish this comic 😭💖💖 I love them sm.

Akaza barista being a gentleman has my whole heart 😫

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Hakuji sensei teaching self defense for the girls 🥰

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Flashy gymbros 💪😼 art dump

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This was my first thought when I saw this scene lmao

Obanai 🤝 Akaza: hating the weaklings

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❄🍃 Snow and Wind Hashira

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One Less Cake

This is inspired both by something that happened to @patisserieblu and their Pastry Chef Akaza au!

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The cake didn't make a 'splat' when it landed face first on the floor. Good. Hakuji doesn't think he could have handled that. Over three hundred years of training, one of the deadliest beings on the planet. And he wasn't fast enough to stop the cake from sliding off the pan in his hands.

He glared down at the brown mound of chocolate and disappointment now making a mess of his perfectly clean floor. Suddenly, he wished that his Demon Blood art would allow him to light things on fire with his mind. It would be getting a lot more use these days if that was the case.

"Hakuji-san?" He turned, Genya was standing stiffly in the doorway, bag slung over his shoulder and ready to go home for the day.

"I dropped it." He explained unnessarily.

"I see that," Genya eyed the mess nervously. "Is that the cake Hisa-san ordered for Inosuke's birthday?"

"It was," there was a growl of frustration hiding in the back of his throat, but he quickly killed it. Genya's already stiff shoulders were enough of a reason to keep his temper.

"You could just scoop it into a box and send it like this. Inosuke would definitely still eat it." Genya suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

Hakuji smiled, finally moving to set the now empty pan down on the counter. "True, but I wouldn't do that to Hisa. She's one of my best customers, after all."

"True," Genya agreed. "Do you need my help cleaning up? Or remaking it?"

"No, go home," Hakuji moved to gather cleaning supplies. "If I keep you any later your mother will worry."

"Are you sure? It'll take you all night to finish it." The party was tomorrow, and Hisa was going to be there early in the morning to pick it up, alongside her usual order.

"Of course," He flashed a toothy smile. "Don't you know, demons don't need to sleep. I'll be fine."

Genya rolled his eyes. "If you keep saying things like that then 'Nemi is never going to leave you alone."

"Promise?"

That got Genya moving again, fake gagging as he ducked back into the little office that doubled as a breakroom. He sounded aggrieved as he called out, "I told you to stop flirting with him through me! What the hell!”

“Language!” He eyed the dustpan, before disregarding the idea and grabbing a roll of paper towels and the trash can. “And don’t forget your paycheck, it’s in the safe!” 

“I know!” 

“And the box of leftovers!” 

“I know.” 

Genya was always like a whirlwind when he was trying to get out after a long shift. Today was no different, and soon Hakuji was locking the front door behind Genya. The teen waved his goodbye, school bag sliding off one shoulder and a box of leftover pastries filled nearly to bursting in his other hand. Hakuji knows that most of them would go towards feeding Genya’s small hoard of younger siblings. 

Hakuji watched until Genya was out of sight, disappearing around the corner. He squinted at the setting sun, eyes throbbing with sensitivity. And then he turned around and got to work. He had a cake to make.

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KokuAka hehe

Girl 😭 this is the one you know most about. So I guess I'll share a snippet.

“Aren’t you hungry?” he asks. The boy—he needs to name him—looks between him and the bodies while nodding slowly. “Then why aren’t you eating them?” The boy stares at him for a moment before slowly shaking his head. Another, deeper growl tears out of Muzan and he flinches backwards again, but he isn’t fast enough to escape the hand that catches him by the hair. As he drags the newborn through the snow, he focuses on his mental link to the boy. It’s already stronger than what he maintains with any other demon except Kokushibou. He’s positive that no connection to those bodies remained, so there’s no reason the boy should have wanted to remove the cloth instead of feasting on them. Coming to a stop before the kenjutsu dojo, he bodily throws the boy through the broken door. The blood and bodies inside are cold by now, but drool immediately spills from his mouth and he grabs the first body part he can reach before tearing into it.

In all seriousness though, you are the reason this is anything more than a stupid thought I had falling asleep.