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Oh shit lol I forgot this blog existed HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA ayt just let me scrape up the motivation to do these prompts then back to quarantine hibernation

gg bois

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Oooooo- I just saw your post of the reversal AU with the demon slayers and demon moons and now I’m wondering if you could do one for Rengoku and Iguro?

Ask and ye shall receive anon

ANYWAY YEET LETS DO SOME FOR SPICYBOI AND SNEKSON (i'm so sorry Obanai's is kinda short i know nothing abt him omf) [some spoilers ahead yeethaw]

Kyojuro Rengoku - Upper Moon 5

A demon with an affinity for fire is a rare one-- fire is kin to the accursed majesty of the sun and no one wanted to incur Muzan's ire. And yet, amongst his numbered favored is a demon who wears the element like a crown.

For a demon, Kyojuro shines the light of a demigod. He is all tawny skin and handsome human features, his hair replaced with scarlet-and-gold eagle's feathers, also scattered over the rest of his body. His hands and feet end in cruel raptor's talons however, and his eyes are uncanny in their avian focus. There is a constant mantle of flame on Kyojuro, always the scent of ash and burnt fat.

He is proud and reckless and utterly obsessive. He wants nothing more than to use his power to protect those comrades weaker than him; it is the only reason he remains as Upper Moon 5 despite every opportunity given for him to usurp higher positions-- he believes that he remains the gateway that protects those Moons of lower stature.

Kyojuro holds humanity in a pitying light, the same way you could hold pity for cows and pigs. They are intelligent livestock to be cared for and protected until the time has come for the demons to fulfill their purpose and the humans theirs. Kyojuro finds humans a passing, endearing amusement that he has no problem killing.

To harm a Moon of lower position is to draw Kyojuro's wrath. Beware of his Blood Demon Art-- when he turns the battlefield into a sea of flame, when he commands the spirit of fire itself and the inferno twists itself into the shape of beasts. An Infernal Deluge, he would call it. One of his finest techniques.

The fires that Kyojuro creates will only ever be of a darker shade though, and is unable to produce brighter colors than red and dark orange. It doesn't matter to either him or his master; so long as Kyojuro uses those abilities to kill and devour humans, then there would be no bloodshed between Muzan and Kyojuro.

As a human, Kyojuro had been born as the eldest son to a family of renowned Demon Slayers. Originally trained to become the next Flame Pillar of the Corps, Kyojuro took to training well despite his ailing mother's declining health and his father's increasing alcoholism, which only worsened with his mother's death.

The night Kyojuro abandoned his sword was the night he lost nearly everything. After being named Flame Pillar, Kyojuro came home to his younger brother Senjuro and his father Shinjuro missing. Frantic and desperate to find his father and brother, worrying about a demon attack, he instead found his father standing over Senjuro's lifeless body with bottle in hand. In a drunken rage without Kyojuro to calm him, Shinjuro had struck Senjuro in the head.

As a former Pillar, Shinjuro still retained his strength. A small boy could have never survived such a blow. When Kyojuro came home, he was greeted by a shocked, listless father. His lifeless little brother. Kyojuro was young then-- no one so young could be expected to hold back such a potent mix of horrible emotions. When Kyojuro came to himself, he had a sword in hand, aflame not only with the sun-kissed color of his nichirin but the blood of his father.

The demon lord was one of the first to hear tidings of this tragedy, whispered to him by underlings who smelled the blood of Pillars being spilled. That is how Muzan found him, standing over the bodies of both father and brother, repeating only one thing: "I was born strong to protect the weak..." Muzan had always wanted a demon made from a Slayer, anyhow. Especially one who so shone like a dying sun...

The human Kyojuro will never toss away his sword. It is what he had earned through the trials, the one that saved his life many times. An extension of self and honor. The demon Kyojuro had consumed it, bathed it in flame until the metal ran in silver streams, never to protect again.

He retains no memory of his human life save for his mother's parting words. He serves Muzan out of an almost-parental devotion, believing it his duty even in demonhood to stand by what little he remembered back when he had been mortal and weak. It was Muzan who had given him great power-- power that he used to watch over his comrades.

When Muzan tells him to find the Infinity Train, Kyojuro listens. When Muzan tells him that there was a Slayer there whose brutality knew no bounds, who slaughtered a Lower Moon, Kyojuro's wings come alive with flame. He arrives then, so close to dawn, an avenging eagle cloaked in his mantle of fire. The Pillar present is a little more than a whelp with stripes inked all over his rough face. He will be a great pleasure to burn.

Obanai Iguro - Upper Moon 9

There are those who mock the demon who holds the rung of Upper Moon 9. Why hold such a position with pride at all, if you will be the weakest of Muzan's special chosen? It makes more than one Slayer underestimate Obanai when they encounter him, fragile-looking and pale, almost like some killable garden snake.

Underestimation is a mistake. These fools end up in the belly of the beast sooner or later, churned up alive in a snake's slow, slow digestion. Obanai himself is a lethargic demon, never truly moving from his underground lair unless he is summoned by his lord and master or unless the Upper Moon who holds love dear does so.

If he had been a loner and cruel and suspicious as a human, Obanai is even moreso now. He is fast still, but prefers the coolness of his lairs, prefers it when Slayers think him weak and come to him-- only to be swallowed without mercy or discretion. He keeps them alive sometimes, tucked beneath muscled coils. They do not always survive; Obanai eats them all the same.

Usually it is his upper body that is seen, a slim thing that a human Obanai would also possess. He has a wrapping around his mouth, his odd eyes, his black hair. Instead of skin it is scales that cover him, pale as the moon and sharp as stone. Then he rises, rises, rises-- and the rest of him is ten, fifteen feet long, a gargantuan serpent's body. Sinewy, lithe, powerful. Distantly, you can hear a rattle.

His eyes are sharp like a cat's, cold and reptilian. His number is written the same way, in peaked lines resembling the slits scything across his pupils. They glow from the gloom of his lairs almost curiously. A final warning.

His fangs hold venom that isn't like the devilish creations of the butterfly Upper Moon, but is a simple paralytic agent that renders prey frozen and fully conscious of what is about to happen for the next six hours. Obanai has no problem with constriction, but if he is fast enough to pierce many with his fangs...

His Blood Demon Art is a wonder of nature. Brood of Naga he calls it, sardonically, but willingly calls upon his blood to bring out hundreds of snakes-- all white, all loyal to Obanai, all venomous. All very much willing to bite or trap. Its true power lies in Obanai's ability to merge these creatures together, another beast in his likeness, one or more to fight.

Of all the Upper Moons in Muzan'a collection, Obanai has the most nebulous of origins. Nobody truly knows where he had come from. But he had come to Muzan, bitter and alone, or had Muzan come to him? He was a boy who covered his lower face. Was he deformed? Ugly? Had he some secret reason for his mask? Is that why he became a demon?

Was it because he was weak, perhaps? A small, thin body that Slayers would laugh at-- why hold a sword at all if you have no muscle on you? But Obanai was quick and clever, even before then.

Did he already love a certain demon already? Did he love her so much that he was willing to let a demon lord twist his shape into something monstrous just so he could share her blood? They say if you say Mitsuri Kanroji's name in front of Obanai he will go absolutely berserk.

Perhaps it was love. Perhaps it wasn't. Maybe it was all of them? Power and blood and beauty to win Love's heart. Obanai is a quiet demon who will never tell the other Upper Moons anything. And he never will, not unless it is she who asks.

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Have you ever thought of a Bloondborne/KNY au? Like, the Demon Slayers in Yharnam and how everything would change?

Hmmmm, not really! At least, not in the sense that it's the Slayers who get dropped in Hunter territory instead of vice versa like I've done in a previous ask. But now that you mention it...

Yooo it would be really cool if the kamaboko gang got dropped off in yharnam though, having to experience hunting a different sort of monster this time and stuff :0 fatal injuries being rendered moot by the application of blood and such (would the Hunter's Dream work for the Slayers?) and honestly its only the humanoid beasts that end up being closest to the Japanese demons Tanjiro and Co. are used to fighting. Like say, Father Gascoigne? Even Micolash would do just fine lmao. Or the werewolves probably, for the more bestial demons the boys have fought.

Any Hunters in Yharnam would definitely be fascinated by this Eastern method of hunting, where instead of using blood they use breaths for strength to match their prey. And their swords are way too pretty to be hunting tools-- not even the fabled Rakuyo of Lady Maria have come close to how neat and well-kept the swords are.

Or maybe the Hunters of Yharnam are just so used to being covered in blood and grime they haven't really thought about it? AND THE LORE YOOOO

The boys finding out that there are beings even more powerful, hundreds of miles, than Muzan. Ngl one of the bosses would cream Muzan in an instant. Gehrman probably.

YEJCCJW WAHHHHHHHHHHHH WAIT THERE ARE SO MANY POSSIBILITIES

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HI omg I'll work on the asks really soon but in the meantime have the custom breath I made for a KNY OC YEEEEEEEEEEET

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Breath of Storm

(branched off directly from the Breath of Wind with some movement inspiration from Breath of Water)

A Breath style characterized by seemingly calm, even serene movements at the start, while holding great strength behind the forms and gradual to sudden bursts of speed. Its philosophy calls for the overwhelming power of typhoons, seemingly slow at the start but hiding a deceptive strength and swiftness that is eventually loosed on the world. A tranquil fury that is slowly unleashed, or unexpectedly, channeling the temper of the storm god that undulates and bursts through the swordsman.

The Forms:

Arashi no Kokyū: Ichi no Kata - Kumorizora no suraisu (Slice of a Clouded Sky)

The most basic form; the swordsman builds up momentum through breath before approaching the target rapidly and jumping, attacking with a downward slash. A more advanced facet of the technique (Twofold Cyclone) involves spinning one's body at the downslash, increasing the damage dealt.

Arashi no Kokyū: Ni no Kata -  Tsuyu no hauru (Plum Rain’s Howl)

The swordsman sweeps their sword in multiple arcs while moving, deflecting attacks while mounting an offense, focusing on pushing back opponents and taking opportunities to strike at openings; mimics the powerful swells of yearly monsoons.

Arashi no Kokyū: San no Kata - Kōtō sāji (Soaring Surge)

The fastest form in Storm Breathing. Moving forth at a slow pace while constantly drawing breath, the swordsman then lets out a burst of speed midway through the "gathering surge" stage of the technique, using it to dash past defenses before switching stances at the last second, crouching low in order to deliver an upper slash with the blade-- though there are variations in what different direction the final cut will take.

Arashi no Kokyū: Shi no Kata - Taifū no shizukesa (Typhoon’s Tranquility)

A form meant more as a preparatory technique for other, more offensive forms, this technique employs the lightening of the body and moving "with tranquility", prioritizing nimble movements without being blinded by speed and trading power for maneuverability and breath-- a principle rooted in a typhoon's lull in the midst of its own destruction before it strikes again. The typical strategy when using the sword is an abrupt or gradual halt in movements to deliver crushing blows within the quiet.

Arashi no Kokyū: Go no Kata - Shōtotsu suru kaminari, naku ame (Clashing Thunder, Weeping Rains)

By far the most offensive of the forms with very little defense in its execution, the swordsman then engages with the opponent/s directly, bringing down the sword in a series of rapid overhand strikes (variation present in the direction of swings), with some speed sacrificed for great, lumbering strength behind each blow. This "raindrops of bellowing thunder" stage of attack is completed with a final cut in whichever direction the swordsman chooses, if the target still stands.

Arashi no Kokyū: Roku no Kata - Sekai no kozui (Flood of the World)

A form characterized by the initial "soft swings" that test the reach, before each slash increases in strength with every successive swing. The slashes quickly end up covering multiple opponents, with further movement facilitating how much stronger each slash gets and how many it will cover. Involves greater movements such as leaping up and towards targets and lunging with the intent to overwhelm multiple targets at once with more strength than finesse.

Arashi no Kokyū: Shichi no Kata - Arashi no kami no sensha (Storm God’s Chariot)

The swordsman builds up momentum and breath both, rotating/spinning their body to unleash a single great sidewards slash and then quickly following up with a forward step and charging forth to deliver more, somewhat less powerful cuts. There are changing steps in between slashes, allowing a greater variation in area of attack before a swordsman charges at the opponent and slashes again. A principle borrowed from the stories of the storm god who rode his gales with the same abandon.

Arashi no Kokyū: Hachi no Kata - Susanō no me (Eye of Susanoo)

The most taxing technique in the forms currently known to the Breath of Storm. The effectiveness is based on the swordsman's skill and ability to reign in "powerful fury" in a center of "total calm"-- one must enter a state of certain quietude, while also channeling the will to fight and massive amounts of breath. It is also within the swordsman's skill for the technique's reach; this "eye of the storm" is the dead zone, with any attacker entering this eye being either struck with highly precise and powerful blows or swiftly countered and then targeted as well. May your storm’s eye never consume you. 

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Bloodborne Headcanon

The Hunter has no problem with blood whatsoever-- not even as they're mired in offal and corpses, their clothes utterly soaked with the stuff. And yet once the Hunter so much as touches mud with their boot, they start complaining endlessly to whoever would listen about how unhygienic everything was.

The Doll is the only one who listens, bless her.

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Pillars and upper moons swap roles au?? I wonder what will they be like >:D

Pillar / Upper Moon Roleswap AU??? I GOTCHU DUDE

I only have a 5 character limit though so I picked out 2 Pillars and 2 Upper Moons! ENJOY THE FEAST

Yeet im dumb i forgot to put down uh possible spoilers aye

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The Pillars

Shinobu Kocho - Upper Moon 4

Known as the Lady Butterfly, mistress of poison, she who had slaughtered Slayer after Slayer in single strokes. Some say the last thing you hear is a woman’s soft laugh and the flutter of butterfly wings.

Possesses a body that looks like an amalgamation of a human and a variety of deadly insects, particularly butterflies.

Her skin is deathly pale, transparent to the point where you could see her organs. Her limbs and back billow with purple monarch wings, though the rest of her is scattered with toxic spines. And hen she opens her mouth centipede’s mandibles scuttle from it, and her eyes are the compound eyes of a butterfly, bright violet and all-seeing with the number 4 carved into every facet. When she speaks, there is a chorus of wasps in every breath.

Instead of poison, the demon Shinobu being organically an insect as well now uses natural venoms.

Her Blood Demon Art is based on Shinobu manipulating her blood and turning it into various types of venom, each mix deadlier than the last. Unlike her Pillar self, who was limited to whatever poison she had in her sword sheath, her demonic self has virtually no limit on what she can create.

Her most powerful blood technique is known as the Hundred-Thousand Sting; she deploys her worst venoms with her own unaltered blood in the form of an extremely corrosive mist that once you breathe in, you’re a goner. If it touches you, it will seep in, and you’re a goner. If you’re so much in the range of the fog, you’re still a goner.

While outstripped in strength by Gyomei, Sanemi, and Muichiro– Shinobu still proves herself an exceedingly deadly opponent through speed and intellect.

Her personality as a demon is a mangled representation of her traits as a human; while seemingly calm and sweet, Shinobu holds the exact same demeanor while brutally killing others. But she is also notoriously quick to anger, sending her into furious fits as she attempts to reign it in. Make no mistake though, she is still wickedly clever.

As a human, she’d been cared for by her demonic older sister Kanae after their parents were killed and her sister forcefully transformed into a demon by Upper Moon 1 Gyomei Himejima.

Kanae had managed to resist the hunger for human flesh to be able to care for her sister– mercifully spared by Gyomei as she reminded him of a child from his human past.

Shinobu had desperately wanted to become a demon just like Kanae so that they could truly live together, though Kanae always rebuffed her– until the arrival of the Pillar.

The Snow Pillar, Doma. He had battled Kanae under the accusation that she had killed their family and paid no heed as he beheaded her in front of her terrified human sister. Maddened with grief, Shinobu drank her sister’s blood, vowing vengeance on the Snow Pillar.

It was Upper Moon 1 who found her, having been originally sent to recruit Kanae into the Moons. Seeing that Shinobu was far more bloodthirsty and willing to kill, he took her in instead.

Up until now, Shinobu hunts for Doma, and takes special care to kill any Slayer with ice or snow-related techniques slowly. A refinement of her most agonizing of venoms just for him.

Mitsuri Kanroji - Upper Moon 6

This one is insane.

She is Love, she is made of Love, and she will Love and Love and Love and she will take their Love as well until there is nothing left to Love.

It is said that Mitsuri is the kindest Demon Moon, taking her prey with the greatest expressions of Love that they could ever receive. But do they, really? When Mitsuri loves them with everything she has– from her horrific strength to her blood to her insatiable appetite?

Mitsuri is fond of shapeshifting, though her true form is… that of a normal human girl, albeit with pink skin, white eyes and a fanged mouth. She even keeps the unusual hair she had detested her whole human life. Did you think this embodiment of unquenchable desire would be a little racier?

When Mitsuri kills and devours, she does so in every way of loving that she can. She will embrace you until your spine gives way, she will kiss you until your lungs collapse and your lips are torn to shreds, she will lie with you until all is spent and blood seeps from every part of you.

It upsets Mitsuri so that her Love isn��t returned adequately. But she is a forgiving demon– so she will continue to express this devotion to every being until it is returned in full. Not even other demons are exempt.

The number 6 is written in careful script over the pale surface of her eyes. It is watermelon green and pretty and the last thing most of her prey see.

Her Pillar self believes in love, sweet and gentle and ultimately ephemeral. Demonic Mitsuri believes in giving and taking until there is desire to love anymore.

It was what was promised to her, when Muzan fed her his blood from the palm of his hand. She had been rejected for her hair, her strength, her need to love and be loved.

He had found her, cast out and alone, just one cruel husband after another. Muzan promised her that demonhood would let her love for all eternity, that in his world she would never be rejected. Mitsuri agreed. Can you blame her?

As an Upper Moon, her already prodigious strength has made her nigh on par with Sanemi and even Gyomei. Her flexible body surpasses superhuman limitations and weapons simply sink harmlessly as she softens her body to the blows.

Her Blood Demon Art, however, is not focused on her physical ability. If it were, she would have been placed lower on the rungs of the 9 Upper Moons. No; her blood is one that makes the mind bend and dance to her will. Love and aphrodisiacs. One whiff, one taste, and it’s all over. There is only love.

The pinnacle of this technique is her Eternal Ecstasy, where wounding her is suicide in itself if she does not cut her own flesh open first. Her blood becomes incredibly potent and drives men and women alike to madness in their desire to be loved by her– they will kill each other and let themselves be killed by Mitsuri if the initial violence doesn’t get rid of them initially. Her blood is the Marechi equivalent for humanity but is surprisingly more dulled towards other demons.

Await her battle with Hantengu. He thinks himself incapable of love, his Pillar’s skill and impeccable focus. He believes nothing will sway him, not even the rumored supernatural charm of Upper Moon 6. He secretly prays that it is enough when he draws his blade against her in the Swordsmiths’ Village.

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Akaza (Hakuji) - The Destruction Pillar

For a Pillar, Akaza– Hakuji is a name he leaves at home for his wife– is unusual even for them.

While the Pillars carry weapons made of nichirin, ranging from blades to blunt force to guns, Akaza fights with his bare fists. It is the only sort of fighting that Akaza has known his whole life and he won’t stop now– not even as his fellow Pillars look to him in concern.

It doesn’t matter. Akaza’s happiest when he’s beheading demons with his own hands. He has gloves especially made for this, made from flexible nichirin, knuckles topped with the sun steel. Even his knees are capped in nichirin.

His breathing style? Some call Akaza a genius, some call him crazy. Either way, he had merged his adoptive father’s Soryu Style martial arts with breathing, creating the Destructive Kill Style. Before he had begun training in breathing, he had depended solely on his own natural strength, and this discovery of the Slayers’ method of combating the demons had raised Akaza’s power to almost how he had been as his demon self.

Hence, he is called the Destruction Pillar. It is an ominous title that, coupled with his roughened features and muscled frame, has even hardened Slayers steering clear of his path. His wife Koyuki knows better though, knowing him as grumpy Hakuji who had a soft heart under all the grit.

In the heat of battle Akaza is an unforgiving beast, relentless in his pursuit and merciless in his killing. At home, he is Hakuji; gruff and quiet but gentle in his selflessness, especially towards his dear Koyuki. Often you can find the Destruction Pillar walking beside his wife in the gardens, feeding ducks and sitting amongst the flowers.

While not tattooed with the criminals’ marks, shortly after becoming a Slayer Akaza had himself inked with a single bar for every ten demons slain. So far he has almost reached the amount of tattoos he has on his demon self.

His story remains nearly the same– but when Keizo told him that he was to inherit the dojo and marry Koyuki, it was not poison that came for them. When Akaza ran to his father’s grave, the two assassins by the well were beset upon by another; a particularly strong demon, a real one, killing then devouring the two before setting its sights on the father and daughter inside.

Keizo could fight, and he fought better than Akaza did when he first met him. He held off the demon just long enough for Akaza to rush to their rescue– only for fate to recall that Keizo had grown old, and he was never as blessed with endurance and strength as Akaza had been. The demon dealt a fatal injury, and Keizo fell.

In another world, Akaza’s hands were bloody with the scum of humanity. In this one, enraged he lunged at the demon and shoved both his hands into its chest. He obliterated its organs and yet… it was Akaza’s first demon, and this demon merely regenerated and laughed into Akaza’s face. In another world the blood had come from sixty-seven men. This time it was blood from the demon that he had killed sixty-seven times through the night. A demon could only be killed through nichirin or the sun itself; when Akaza tore its head off at his final attempt, the demon’s body simply gave.

Akaza collapsed out of exhaustion, and slept for three days. With Keizo dead and her fiance unconscious, Koyuki was in shock and was immediately wracked by a fit of weakness. It was only through the sudden intervention of the Moon Pillar that the couple were tended to; it had originally been Kokushibo who was supposed to slay the demon in their town and upon hearing that Akaza was fighting some unkillable enemy, sought a meeting with him.

It was Kokushibo and a worried Koyuki Akaza awakened to. After confirming that Koyuki was unharmed, Kokushibo then expressed admiration for Akaza’s fighting skill and offered him membership into the Demon Slaying Corps. Initially both Akaza and Koyuki refused. Why would they endanger themselves further with this talk of demon-slaying? But as Akaza thought of Keizo, who had died protecting Koyuki and with faith that his adoptive son would save her, he eventually agreed.

When Akaza rejected having a blade or weapon of any kind forged, Slayers shook their heads and muttered that Akaza would die. There was no Slayer in existence who had gone against Muzan’s spawn with their bare hands. But as they witnessed Akaza wrench off the head of a Lower Moon demon without the use of any weapon aside from his gloved hands, the whispers ceased altogether.

This time it is Akaza who is assigned to investigate the Infinity Train. Before every mission, he prays at the graves of Keizo and his father, kisses his wife goodbye. For some reason he prays a little harder, holds Koyuki a little longer– lately his dreams have been plagued with fire…

Doma - The Snow Pillar

This’ll be one of the only times I’ll not clown on Doma. Treasure it lmao.

Emotionless, capricious, and a known glutton for pretty women, Doma is an excellent Pillar and is frighteningly effective at killing demons. His being a moral citizen though is… highly contested.

As a Pillar, Doma lacks the cult he had as an Upper Moon, but he does have a loyal following of admirers from his pre-Slayer who believe him a sort of demigod for his pale hair and lovely rainbow-hued eyes. His charming personality and pretty face only serve to buoy his reputation amongst the populace as well– much to the chagrin of some of his Pillar colleagues.

Instead of a sword, Doma makes use of his fans; both are made of nichirin steel and hued gold in Doma’s hands. Despite their ornamented surface, they are razor sharp and can function just as well as twin short swords.

His is a pretty, almost gentle breath style; Breath of Snow is more a delicate dance in appearance than something meant for combat. And much like Doma, it is a death sentence to mistake beauty for the lack of deadliness– the Breath of Snow utilizes misdirection and inhumanly fast and precise attacks meant to cripple an opponent before the killing blow is dealt, with these strikes resembling the howling gales of blizzards.

More often than not Doma toys curiously with the demons he hunts, tossing them around with the nigh-invincible evasive ability of his breath before executing them, all in an effort to feel emotions. If the pleasures of human life could not elicit these so-called feelings his fellows had always talked about, then how about violence?

Pretty girls, pretty women; it’s not a real feeling that blooms in Doma’s chest (it’s hollow, Akaza hisses, hollow and cold as shit) but he enjoys them. Enjoys the rapturous expressions on their faces, from pleasure to fear to pain to happiness to despair– he puts his hands on their faces and smiles his best. The beatific one, the one that makes his eyes crinkle at the sides.

After his parents died, his father by his mother and his mother by himself, Doma continued to handle the cult, raised by devoted followers. He grew up the smiling, soulless leader of people he believed as foolish for putting such blind faith in him. It was only after the demon attack that the emotionless monotony of his life was shattered; wishing to devour the rainbow-eyed god the people whispered about, the demon disguised itself as a beautiful woman, hinging on Doma’s well-known desire for ladies. As soon as the demon was in Doma’s presence, it slaughtered all of his attendants and then announced its intention to feast on the leader.

More bemused than terrified, Doma was about to let the demon kill and eat him if only out of a detached curiosity. However, in its haste to eat Doma, the demon accidentally ripped open a curtain– letting sunlight spill into the room. Before Doma’s blessed eyes the demon burned to ashes.

Further curiosity led Doma to seek out the truth behind the sun and the thing that almost killed him. It eventually placed him on the path to the Demon Slayers, and his own desire to encounter the demons again brought him to his training, becoming a Slayer and eventually a Pillar. Discovering that killing demons gave him a semblance of feeling alongside his being with women, Doma strived to find the one kill that would give him a true rush.

This came in the form of a lonely flower-demon, whom the Slayers spoke of only in hushed whispers. Rumors of a demon who had killed her entire family and now atoned in some twisted way by caring for some child, a demon who only killed now to protect its pet. Needless to say that Doma was interested; a flower demon? Why, she’d have to be a very pretty demon indeed.

Kanae was a name Doma learned only after a long, fierce battle through the night. He had known the demon had caught his scent, and was already attempting to hide that human child she kept with her. Well, it wouldn’t do at all! It wasn’t difficult; the demon had no idea on how to fight properly whatsoever, and every flick of his fans and an intake of breath only weakened the demon further and further. It hadn’t taken long for him to bring the demon to her knees, and it was only as he had sent her head rolling into the snow that he heard a name being screamed into the wind.

It was nigh euphoric. The expression on Kanae’s face before he had taken her head was utterly sublime in its rage and grief and resignation, and Doma had felt a soaring glee at this particular hunt. It was a feeling, one that swelled to crescendos and made his blood run hot. The sun rose quickly and Doma left, satisfied. What a feeling to be alive.

Now the name of Kanae rings in Doma’s ears once again as news of Upper Moons circulate through the ranks. A demon borne through the blood of Upper Moon One at the same place where he had left Kanae to burn in the sun, a demon that demands his name with every kill and a demon that butchers any Slayer that dared wield breaths in vein to his. Doma only hums at the talk; another hunt to remember, then.

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idk about yalls thoughts on the giyuu gaiden but shinobu honey that's pretty darn diddly gay

//and i love it

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Demon!Inosuke AU w/ Headcanons

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Was anyone surprised that the rowdy feral boy had turned into a demon? Not really.

As a demon, Inosuke’s boar mask is now real and a part of his body. He can somehow split the head apart to show his pretty face still– though surrounded by boar’s teeth and splattered in gore to the unfortunate onlooker.

His eyes are yellowed and mindless with hunger. The only sounds he makes are the boar’s snarls and squeals.

His human head is grossly undersized and uncanny compared to the rest of him; he has grown huge, body overlarge with muscle and hunched over wolfishly as his feet– now hooves– paw viciously at the ground.

He’s got a razorback’s bristly fur growing all over his body. He also has a razorback’s teeth– and it lends much precedence to the stories of wild boars eating human flesh.

There are stories of a fearsome group of boars that devour people if they caught. Little do they know it is one monstrous boar that shows them a most profoundly beautiful face before their deaths.

He is lured easily by potential food, fights, and is driven absolutely furious at the scent of pig or boar meat.

Even for a demon, Inosuke is abnormally strong and ten times as wild. He is a personal favorite of Muzan’s, who would’ve turned him into a Lower Moon and soon an Upper Moon if Inosuke were just easier to control.

Control would come in time. For now, Inosuke could devour to his heart’s content. No Slayer nor Pillar had yet to succeed in felling him.

Muzan fed him blood as he was dying, agonizingly slowly, on Mt. Natagumo. Giyuu Tomioka should have tied him up better.

Upper Moon Two, Doma, relishes the idea of this pretty feral boy now rampaging about as a predator in the mountains. He sighs and strokes Kotoha Hashibira’s skull; oh how she’d love her beautiful son now. 

Inosuke retains his fierce love of battle and the distant memory of a lullaby. They say if you sing the correct song, the boar-beast will slow down enough in its mad chase for you so that escape is possible.

He is a beast, nonetheless. He was raised a beast and will continue to operate like a beast. You cannot reason with a frenzied razorback boar.

His Blood Demon Art is terribly simple; a further transformation (or degeneration?) into a bestial wereboar, growing bigger and stronger. The berserker frenzy this grants him makes him unpredictable and horrifyingly difficult to even touch.

The more this Blood Demon Art is utilized, his human face will dissolve into his boar’s mask-head until it is truly only a head.

He has devoured more than forty hapless human civilians and almost twenty trained Slayers in all. Muzan considers getting rid of his current Lower Moon Two, and then carving the number into his pet monster’s eye. 

It takes two Pillars to hunt him down, after Inosuke finally fills his belly with the meat of a soft, yellow-haired boy that tasted of lightning. 

One of the two sent is the Insect Pillar. The other is the Serpent Pillar. The former does not weep when they finally find the boar-demon, but Iguro Obanai will never tell anyone of the lone tear that streaks down Shinobu Kocho’s face.

The poisons hardly work. A true beast’s body is sturdy, is it not? Or was Shinobu holding back? No one would ever know.

When Shinobu hums the song, caught in Inosuke’s powerful grip, he falters. He is a demon, yes, but even the worst of them carry a fond memory.

When Iguro splits the boar demon’s head from his body, the head melts away to reveal a boy’s face, eyes dazed. The hulking body dissipates, fur and skin and all, as Inosuke stares from the steaming remains of his head.

He is a demon through and through, the Pillars know, because Inosuke’s head too turns to ash. But did a demon always depart without any trace of human memory at all?

“I broke our pinky promise.” These are the first human words Inosuke Hashibara speaks in a long time. It is also the first full memory he has gotten back. He directs it to Shinobu and ignores Iguro. “I got hurt bad. Sorry.”

They say when the Pillars returned home, the boy with hanafuda earrings waiting anxiously for Shinobu’s return, the Pillar has only a scrap of gray fur tucked carefully into her haori. Tanjiro Kamado understands it all too well.

In another world, after Inosuke Hashibira awakens and walks into the lighter place, a little boy is born to another Kotoha Hashibira. In that other world, the gods smile more favorably. This time there will be no boar-demons roaming the mountains. 

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zenitsu: you know I really want to look like a snack

zenitsu: but it just looks like I've been eating all the snacks

[hcs-on-the-loose]

kanroji: is uzui okay??

shinobu: not sure but he's over there, baffling the doctors

[cut to uzui, speaking to a team of psychiatrists]

uzui: when my mother gave birth to me, she cried because she knew she'd never be as good as me

uzui: I don't cry for people; they cry for me

uzui: I feel bad for mirrors when I look into them since I know they can't handle how perfect I am

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rengoku: okay so the game is naming objects but your object has to be longer than the last one

sanemi: my dick

rengoku:

rengoku: okay listen

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shinobu: I'd love to hit you, but I really can't.

sanemi: HA, so you really are just all bark and no bi--

shinobu, without even looking up: Since doing so would be animal abuse.

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Jdksksjjs since you said that asks are open, then that one scenario we talked about please! The Bloodbourne x KnY crossover where a Hunter comes to Japan to help the Demon Slayers. Tanjirou ends up bonding with them since well.. he’s too kind for his own good really.

I GOTCHU BRO ILL JUST LIST DOWN EVERYTHING WE TALKED ABT YEET

(Doesnt have the Hunter's Dream!)

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The Hunter is a stranger to their shores, garb as dark as crowfeathers, their demeanor grim, solemn. The scent of blood wafts off of them always.

Why did the Hunter come here? Did they not have beasts of their own to hunt in their distant, sunless country? The Corps Slayers cast their wary eyes on the Hunter. Not even the Pillars can withhold their judgment. No respectable hunter would have the gaze of a beast...

Ubuyashiki tells them that the Hunter is a guest. The Hunter with their ever-present cloth mask, the Hunter who hunts far too well and can help; if his children would give them the chance. Ubuyashiki speaks the Hunter's old tongue during the next Pillar meeting; it tastes like ash.

Their weapons are strange, jagged things, rusted to the bone, more relics than tools of the slayer and hunter. And yet in battle, as the saw cleaver's serrated fangs bite into flesh, it is a terrifying thing in the Hunter's grasp--

The gun is a hulk of metal that spits fire and buckshot and somehow brings demons to their knees. The Hunter would come forward, close the jaws of their saw cleaver-- a trick weapon?-- around the demon's neck. It is a messy execution.

The Slayers detest the Hunter and the Hunter's methods. They are brutal, their weapons and fighting style too monstrous. They did not use breath, is that why they were so strong? Wounds knitting back in seconds as the Hunter slipped the needle of a blood vial into their thigh, as they gulped down blood in plain sight after a battle. Blood, not breath. Disgusting.

The Pillars breathe and kill demons and eye the Hunter carefully, suspiciously, wrinkling their noses at the stench of blood. Sanemi snarls challenges at the Hunter; they go unanswered.

Tanjiro hears about the foreign Hunter soon enough, and how all the other Slayers talk about this one would take in blood like a beast and use it for strength gained through breath. He'd be the judge of that, Tanjiro thinks. The Pillars smelled of blood too.

He finds the Hunter, a long lithe shadow overlooking the Ubuyashiki gardens. The Hunter is quiet as they feed the sparrows and stack pebbles into little towers. Already Tanjiro likes them.

"Hello, you must be the foreign hunter?" Tanjiro smiles and sits beside them, "How are you enjoying Japan? Do you like it?" The Hunter grunts in reply even if Japanese is not their language. Tanjiro takes it as a word of yes.

They both learn, the boy of the sun and the paleblood one with stilted words, that the Hunter enjoys looking at arranged flowers and neat gardens, likes to drink tea, pet cats, and watch the moon. These were not the actions of a beast.

The Hunter carries the scent of glowing wildflowers and apple vinegar. The Hunter carries the scent of faded despair. The Hunter carries grief, regret, a grim acceptance. The Hunter is lonely, Tanjiro knows now.

Soon, they learn words from each other, little by little. Tanjiro is a clever study with those words; he has a mind like good steel, sharp and supple and straightforward. The Hunter grows fond of him in time.

"Haven't you any friends in your country?" Tanjiro has his hand on the Hunter's back, and the Hunter shakes their head. "Dead. Devoured by the hunt."

Tanjiro, boy of the sun, decides then. He would be the Hunter's friend. "Blood doesn't make you a beast," he says kindly, as the Hunter stares at him from under their tricorn hat.

No, Tanjiro Kamado breathes, the Hunter knows. The boy breathes in life and exhales flames as bright as the sun-- he is not like them.

They refuse to tell Tanjiro about the blood. Tanjiro has many questions, all of which that go unanswered as the Hunter continues to use it during hunts. It is a secret that they would never inflict on the boy.

It is alright; Tanjiro tells the Hunter instead of his snowy childhood home, of soot and coal and gods of fire, the love of kin lost to the brutality of demonkind, dancing forever in the winter eves with his sister sleeping her time away. The Hunter speaks of Yharnam, that city of bones built upon bones, fed by blood and the eyes of the old gods. They speak of lumenflowers in the moonlight, of sweet doctors behind paper doors, of soft dolls and the beauty of the lakeside before the plague had taken it.

There are times when the Hunter grows drunk with blood, when the smell and taste is enough to make any man sick. Tanjiro's hands are rough-skinned but gentle when they grab ahold of the Hunter in their madness. Beasthood is a faraway concept then.

Inosuke and Zenitsu step carefully around the Hunter, cautious in a way the Hunter doesn't blame the two boys for. Inosuke is the fastest after Tanjiro to warm up to them; the boy was born of beasts, after all. Inosuke scents blood and thinks little of it. Zenitsu quivers when the Hunter's shadow falls across the room, but emboldens at Tanjiro and Inosuke's lack of fear. It has been long since the Hunter had felt normal.

Nezuko takes to him as easily as her brother does with his soft nature. She places small hands on his arms, blinks flower-hue eyes and hums gently. The Hunter supposes they shouldn't have expected any less. Kind Tanjiro, with his sun-smile and love for his beastly sister. His friendship with them, a beastly hunter.

When the other Slayers speak ill of the Hunter, calling them a demon, a blood-drunk beast that slaughters viciously, Tanjiro straightens his back and faces the tormentors. Tanjiro is not a boy then but a man, who stands tall and speaks firmly. Tanjiro had already broken Genya Shinazugawa's arm and headbutted the Wind Pillar; they know this. They speak little then, even the Pillars.

Fondness does not come easily to the Hunter, but when they look to Tanjiro, it is a smile that forms under the old mask.

Fighting a Demon Moon is much like the fighting they had done in Yharnam. They are stronger and swifter and cleverer than the fodder that Muzan churns out every passing day, with numbers engraved into their eyes. The Hunter sickens at the sight when a Lower Moon is cut down by their cleaver-- they'd had quite enough of eyes.

They hunt down demons the way they hunt down beasts in the haze of memory that had once been Yharnam, in that distant, sunless country. Their job at Ubuyashiki's request was to help cut a swathe to Muzan. They are free to return home then.

When Ubuyashiki tells them this, in that ash-tongue of Old Yharnam, the Hunter shakes their head and replies in the words the sun had taught him. "I will remain," they murmur. "There is a hunt to finish here."

They return to a home of sun-siblings warmed by a hearth and good cooking. Blood and blade are set aside as the Hunter-- Good Hunter-- settles down beside Inosuke and Zenitsu as they bicker again over bowls of rice, as Tanjiro laughs and brushes Nezuko's hair.

For once, there is no cloth mask.

[hcs-on-the-loose]

Bloodborne Headcanon:

Foreigners to Yharnam are often unused to the abudance of blood in the city; upon attempting to ingest blood the way the locals do, most usually end up losing both their lunches and the blood, much to the derision of Yharnamites watching the outsider waste this precious resource.

Still, they bring other useful things that isn't simply annoyance to the Yharnamites, so there are establishments that cater to the foreigners while still maintaining their devotion to the blood-- such as serving wine treated with blood, dishes cooked or smothered in blood, little diluted doses of the stuff meant to acclimate the outsider-- even if the people do think these foreigners are better off... elsewhere.

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Bloodborne Headcanon

As a young child, the Lady Maria had once been called by her own mother as an "ugly baby", with an overly pale complexion marked with red splotches and a terribly squashed-up crying face all on top of a body too gangly for her age.

Now as an adult, even as a hardened hunter, Lady Maria still endeavors to hide any girlhood portraits from her past lest she die of embarrassment at how she looked as a kid.

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Rules!

DISCLAIMERS

- For the NSFW requests, all characters I'll be writing for will be aged up to be at the very least 18 (as pedophilia or anything of the sort that involves children is way out of the things I'm willing to write for). If you are still unsettled with the idea of these fictional characters being in R+18 situations despite being aged up, I'll be putting up an #aged-up tag for you to block! (Ex: a Tanjiro NSFW post will have the said tag as he is canonically underage; he is aged up for the post's purposes)

- This blog isn’t spoiler-free and not anime-only friendly, so look through it at your own risk! (This also means I’m wholly caught up with the manga; do what you will with that information)

GEN INFO 

- No abuse, rape/non-con, pedophilia, extreme fetishes like snuff, scat/piss play, necrophilia, bestiality, etc. Tbh, anything along the vein of this stuff and I’ll have to reject that request. Also consent is sexy; if any dub-con requests edge too much (unconsciousness, blackout drunkenness, etc), I’ll be treating it as non-con. 

- For the canon/reader stuff, I’ll be making the reader gender-ambiguous unless specified within your request!

- I’ll always be updating the status of when my requests will be open in the bio-- to avoid cluttering my inbox (I’ll be limiting to around 30 asks), I’ll be deleting requests that come if the status is set to closed so take note! 

- I deal mainly in headcanons, though I can definitely write drabbles and scenarios. They’ll just be seen in lesser frequency. 

- Violence/blood/fight fight fighty stuff will be treated as canon-typical (see below for Fandoms-- second fandom has oodles of violence ngl) but will still be tagged!

HEADCANONS

- Will limit to around 5 characters per request, though the more characters are put up, the less content there will be for each in a single post. 

- Will also take worldbuilding headcanons! This doesn’t get enough attention imo, so let ‘em at me!

SCENARIOS/DRABBLES

- Hoo boy, these will definitely take a lot longer than the headcanons to write so I’ll do my best to update them at least once or twice a week!

- Limited to one character per request!

- Vague requests will take much longer to write up for, but if you’re hella specific and detailed (at least more than something like “drabble of Himejima’s in-bed habits with S/O”) then you’ll definitely be pushed up the writing queue. 

- Worldbuilding scenarios/drabbles? Please.

REGARDING ORDER OF REQUESTS BEING WRITTEN FOR

- Just a reminder that I won’t always be glued to the blog 24/7 and that I can’t exactly write super solid content for every request I get in the inbox, even if it fits within the rules I’ve laid down, so just putting it out here now that I’ll be writing in no particular order since I’m fueled mainly by muse and inspiration. 

- I’m choosing which requests to write for and which to delete, though a request not being written for for a long time usually means that I either have no idea how to write a certain request and I’m not going to churn out half-baked content for it (only good solid stuff for you guys!) or I’m uncomfortable with writing it (or you’ve broken a rule/s), and will thus be deleted to make room for other requests. 

- Sometimes, I’ll be putting out reasons for why I can’t do a certain request (like poly relationships or nb headcanons; I’d love to write for them but I have no idea how to) so please bear with me. I’m doing my best to fulfill all of your requests and to feed the fandom! 

FANDOMS

- Main is definitely Kimetsu no Yaiba; but I’ve put down that I’m also a fan of Bloodborne (if the blog aesthetic didn’t clue you in already) so I’m also accepting Bloodborne content, though it won’t be my main priority! It’ll be tagged appropriately, don’t worry. You’re also welcome to filter out for the two!