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HEY HEY HEY. jumping right back into my bullshit — luna here, &. i finally gave this bad bitch her own blog. so, to keep this short &. sweet: feel free to hit that ♥ or ⟳ if you’re inch rested in writing with an independent daki ( sometimes known as warabihime / sometimes known as ume ) from demon slayer: kimetsu no yaiba. i’ve also included various different verses such as one piece &. bleach, which are just as important here! i’ll be sure to check out your blog asap if i don’t already follow you. tysm ~ ;*

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☽ ・ﾟ SHINIGAMI.

He can’t help but let out his own laugh as he hears that little giggle, taking her hand and standing from the sands. Though it doesn’t do much to assist him in standing, he appreciates the gesture anyway. It’ll be nice to let her help. He reaches out a hand to pat her on the head just to get the sand out of her hair and grins, not even mentioning that he technically tagged her with that.

“what’s a sweet kid like you doin’ out here in a place like this?”

It’s not like he hasn’t seen children growing up in dangerous places. Still, it’s rare that those kids maintain their innocence in those places. She must be strong, or good at hiding. He doesn’t seem to notice her status as a Hollow, as he’s never been good at sensing reiatsu.

A SWEET KID ? An awfully presumptuous assumption to make ; but, not one Nezuko would correct. It is perhaps to her benefit that this shinigami is unaware of her Arrancar status. ( Though, it`s surprising he didn`t catch the hint at all based on their current location alone. Perhaps the man is a bit slow on the uptake... ). Would he have treated her the same, as the sweet kid he so plainly described? Enjoying their silly game of tag? Acting as her sole beacon in such a dreary and desolate place? Or perhaps ...

Warding off the last thought, the worst possible scenario from her mind, she answered with a smile. Not saying a word. If she removed her mouthpiece to speak, it would reveal her ripped mask, unveiling her true nature entirely. 

So, without a second to lose, she pat his arm --- a light smack that retracted as quickly as she hit him --- before running away at mach speed, starting their game anew. ‘You’re it! Again...!’ But she did not need to say it ; actions did speak louder than words, after all. 

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Precious WIP :3

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sleep . anyways...!! back again to talk shit. because that ending was pure ass, and letting everyone know: THIS IS AN ANTI-KNY ENDING ZONE! chapter 205 did not happen, will never happen, is completely irrelevant here. thank you for your time.

matter of fact.... nezuko is a one p/iece character now. a b/leach character. anything to get as far away from canon as possible.

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tanjirou & nezuko requested by @monsteous.

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“Strange feeling of overwhelming pressure and melancholy.”

— Albert Camus, from a notebook entry featured in Notebooks (1951-1959)

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MESSAGE.  💖 tanjirou & nezuko 🥺 @litteriae​​​​

I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND ! ( accepting )

'NOTHING IS GOING TO HARM you... Not while I`m around.'

The mantra, the promise, she swore &. kept locked within herself, within her bones, between her ribs in an expanse that continues to beat, repeated itself in rapid succession. 'Not while I'm around... Not while I'm around...-' Running desperately through the woods without aim or direction squeezed her lungs tight, a scorching feeling that burned like the sun igniting her entire body into flames.

Her brother... Tanjiro... He was in danger. Far away from her reach, she knew he was in danger ; their mother said so! She didn`t need her eyes to see the truth. Instinct forced her to run, with bare soles that touched soil &. felt the world beneath her feet. Her world ... It was beginning to crumble.

So, Nezuko ran. She ran even when her legs grew sore &. bruised without the promise of relief. She ran even when she started to wheeze, air struggling to reach her lungs, as she was forced to regress &. fall on all fours, hunched over as a wild beast as she ran &. dug through the Earth with sharp claws. But still, she ran. Only to stop once she reached a town, remembering where she was, who she was, as she restored her gait to something more human.

'This town ... It`s already destroyed.'

She was too late.

Nezuko was too late, unable to protect Tanjiro from the harm that razed an entire town.

But, he kneels, like a boy whose heart was set aflame. He was kneeling, sword propped up by his hand, impossible to surrender the fight. Even in death. Those that bore uniforms similar to him surrounded him, even the unique haori-clad hashira that spared her life all those years ago, weeping, a chorus of sorrow. A great victory, but also a great loss ; here lies a great soldier, powerful enough to fight a king &. never waver. But still ... He was still a child. &. Most important of all, he was her brother.

Death &. sorrow surrounds them, a stench so putrid it could clog up her lungs &. make her eyes water. A scene like this could make old wounds resurface ; the trauma felt so fresh, she was sure she never fully healed &. allowed her psychic wounds to scar now that her memories were a full picture rather than the blurry snapshots from before. Her family... Her entire world ... She wanted to weep ; she wanted to join the others &. weep &. howl &. shout &. fall down to her knees, wailing &. dry heaving before cursing the entire world for taking away hers. But, the young demon didn`t. No ; Nezuko would spiral if she cried now. &. There`s no telling if she could dig herself out of the pit if she were to fall in a downward spiral now.

Ignoring the strong urge to succumb to a breakdown, ignoring the astonished gasps at her sudden attendance in the aftermath, the questions, the anxious babbling over what has transpired &. what she already knows as truth right before her very eyes, Nezuko splits the crowd that surrounded Tanjiro in two from her sheer presence alone. She ignored it all. Tunnel-visioned, there was only one place she want meant to be. Standing right before Tanjiro, right before her brother, eyes looked down with love, shining with a glossy sheen. 'Tears?' She failed to maintain her composure. Though, that was no fault of her own.

In his company, she allowed herself to crumble, granting internal forgiveness for being weak as she fell to her knees. Though tears fell from her eyes, shining like gems, &. cascaded down her cheeks, swollen from despair, she wore a smile on her face, a smile so bright it could rival the rising sun, looming over the horizon.

"N - Nothing ... Nothing is going to harm you... N - Not while I'm around," she whispered, struggling to get the words out, as she held his hand, his free hand ... the hand that hardly ever touched his sword. His hand was cold to the touch, but the heat emanating from hers was all the warmth she needed for them both. Just holding his hand was enough.

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me:

me 12 hours later:

me 2 minutes later:

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22/12/16

“Will you follow the moonlit road?”

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“Am I human? Even if I am not treated like one?”

— Sennah Yee, “Blade Runner (1982),” How Do I Look? (via lifeinpoetry)

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*—  Morena

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Anyone else ever wanna just… make pre-established connections between characters without having to RP it out cuz you’re a tired busy adult?

Like just hit each other up with shenanigans and tomfoolery and ‘they would totally do this’ sorta bs.

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NEVER IN HER LIFE could she imagine coming to face-to-face with a vigilante, let alone a vigilante that appears close to her age ; but encountering a vigilante in the alleyway on her route back home from school? Unprecedented. Nezuko had to blink more than a couple times to truly believe what she was seeing right before her very eyes.

&. Yet, the other girl doesn`t disappear --- she was as real, incredibly visible, &. right in front of her, like popping out of one of those American comic books her brother used to read, from the colorful pages to real life.

There was only one thing Nezuko can say, “I won`t asthk. I won’t tell.” She, of course, has to reassure this mysterious girl that her identity will remain a secret. Though, it would be short of a miracle if she could understand her behind the muffle of her face mask, let alone her noticeable lisp. Matter of fact, does she even understand Japanese? Nezuko just initiated their conversation, &. she already figured there would be a slew of problems attached.

@pnkfox​​ // sc.

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“. . .”

HER GAZE REMAINED fixated on the boy, the mysterious delinquent boy, as he strut past her in the hallways after she bought melonpan in the nearest vending machine, just now making his appearance to school after their class’ dismissal. Even though they don`t speak much to each other on those rare occasions he does decide to attend class, Nezuko felt compelled to at least say something about his aloof &. carefree behavior. At least he would know someone was actually paying attention to him.

“You could at least show up for homeroom,” she began, taking a bite of her sweet bread after speaking, before continuing mid-chew, “Then, you can sthkip during lunch break. If you like.” 

She doesn`t necessarily approve of Killua playing hooky, but she`s not going to pretend like she`s aware of his situation outside of school. Maybe he`s going through a lot at home &. this is his way to cope, she thought. &. Really, who is she, or anyone, to judge?

@zokillua​​ // sc.

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which beast does your anger bring out?

Black Mamba.

For the most part, you are totally shy &. don't go looking for any trouble, but when someone confronts you, it is game on. When someone makes you mad, you don't stop until that person is destroyed entirely. Just like the Black Mamba, when you bite back, it is pretty much always fatal for your opponent.

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sleep . can’t let tanjiro have all the fun here, but--- maybe not to the same degree as her brother`s overpowered sense of smell ( like, the boy could somehow literally smell feelings &. abstract concepts ), but nezuko also inherited that innate ability: that enhanced sense of smell that could help her distinguish between species, especially the difference between humans &. other demons. but, because she hasn’t honed this ability, it isn’t as fine-tuned as tanjiro’s ; therefore, it takes quite a bit of time to really read whether someone’s intentions are friendly or hostile.

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HE DIDN’T SEEM well, not in the slightest. No ; his youthful appearance is merely a facade, a healthy glow that reeked of death &. regret. The young demon knows the feeling all too well ... Perhaps she was projecting a lot onto this much older man, but she felt an almost kindred spirit with him. 

He sat alone, appearing downcast, on the steps of her favorite Shinto shrine, the same shrine she often goes to pray to alone in the midnight hours, when the moon serves as her only source of light &. when the humans sleep. Paying no mind to the intrusion, Nezuko approaches the man, holding a branch full of cherry blossoms, before using her free hand to pat the top of his head. Offering solace &. a friendly face during a time reserved for solitude.

@royariti​​ // sc.