#determincd

[kyousei-archive]

     ❝So... What’s it feel like? Breaths, I mean. Your Dance of the Fire God is pretty cool -- never seen that one before.❞

          // @determincd​

[9thform]

@determincd​   /   sc.

and  at  the  sight  of  the  other,  his  heart  swells  with  pride  ––––  dropping  everything he  held,  to  rush  up  to  the  teen  and  place  both  hands  to  his  shoulders. he  had  done  it!  he  had  defeated muzan  (kyojuro  did  not  know  the  details  of  the  event  that  had  taken  place  –––  only  that  young  kamado  was  healing  from  something  catastrophic).

“––––i...  i  am,”  his  hands  quivered, and  eyes  find  themselves  glossing over  –––  tears  to  not  fall,  but  he  says  the  next  words  with  EVERYTHING  HE  HAS.

“–––i  am...  SO  PROUD  OF  YOU...”

[dakusutori]

@determincd​ like for a starter! / from: nezuko

     she rolls out of the box, having been indicated by the others that it was safe to emerge ; there is silence as the girl grows to her normal size, checking on the other, before quickly scurrying to her brother’s side. it was the routine she performed every outing: check the boys then return to tanjiro. the girl gives a slight hum before patting his head, her own way of saying hello.

[upperthird]

@determincd   /   sc.

                            and  a  melancholic  gaze  settles  on  the  teen  –––  it  was  only  a  matter of  time  before he  was  ultimately  caught  guarding  his  home.  lips  press  to  a  thin  line,  and  he  debates running  away  entirely –––  but  instead, he  confronts  this  head  on.

“––––i  understand if  you  can’t  forgive  me,”  he  begins, “–––i’ll  even  understand if  you  wish  to  attack.”

[zangyo]

softer prompts; accepting || @determincd​

"You deserve good things!" (From my jjk verse oop)

     THIS BOY – HIS ENTHUSIASM and mannerisms reminded him so much of Itadori sometimes. He was unsure as to whether the two had ever met, but if they had, no doubt they would have struck up a lasting friendship. ❝Doesn’t everyone?❞ he replied coolly, turning to fully look upon the other. ❝Hmm…you are oddly skilled at sensing another’s feelings. Is that an ability of yours?❞ Now that he thought about it, that didn’t seem too far off the mark. Such a high amount of empathy must have been exhausting when he thought about it. Nanami had been told by others who knew him that he was a ‘good man’, though was he really? There was nothing abnormal about feeling sympathy for victims of curses. If anything, that, in his opinion, should be the default. Still, it was easier to hold onto composure and to appear stoic than to be as open as Tanjiro or any of the younger sorcerers could be.

     Pausing, he seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, his head turning slightly as he looked to the side. Eventually his gaze turned back to the younger sorcerer, his expression softening just slightly. ❝Since our mission ended earlier than expected, let us make Ijichi-san aware in concerns to how things turned out. Once that is finished and all the minor details handled, we should go indulge in some sushi. I hear that there is an excellent place near here, and sometimes food is a good way to close things out. Besides,❞ he continued, hand lifting to push his sunglasses further up the bridge of his nose, ❝you too deserve good things, Kamado-kun.❞

[iiryoku]

* @determincd​  clicked the small ♡ for a starter.

      “  Your wrist is way too stiff.              It seems almost like you’re afraid of dropping your weapon.              That is going to backfire if you keep that up.  “

The statement was blunt, especially because Maki had never spoken to this individual before, but she had never cared to sugarcoat her words and she wasn’t about to start now. Especially not, when a small slip-up could cost someone their life. Curses after all, didn’t care about slip-ups, they took and took and took, without any sympathy and that included someone’s life, if they saw an opportunity to do so.

[hizzashii]

"You deserve good things."

softer prompts ☀️ accepting @determincd

He wanted to argue that, argue that after meeting failure and pain over and over again to the point he had left behind his only friends for the unrelenting terror that tragedy would befall them as well, good things for him were nothing more than a fanciful dream. Something he would do his utmost to give, but never to have for his own.

But he doesn't. Tanjiro is but a child, a child that has already seen far too much pain and suffering of his own. Yoriichi could not forgive himself, for adding to his suffering--and besides, it isn't right, to have someone so much younger pick up the pieces of his own traumas.

So Yoriichi quiets his own thoughts as he glances over--just over Tanjiro's shoulder, so that he may see that look within his eyes, that familiar look of worry he had once so often seen in Sumiyoshi's, when he allowed himself to look.

And then Yoriichi's eyes shift again, looking at him directly.

"You and Nezuko are my good things, now."

He had been showered in praises before his exile, and even afterwards remembered more for strength and talent than anything else. And Yoriichi still tried, tried to protect everyone, tried to ensure the happiness of others. Perhaps it was just selfishly soothing himself from his constant sadness, believing he would truly be happy with only seeing another's smile.

But looking directly at Tanjiro, he remembers again why he had joined the slayers in the first place, what he had struggled so long for.

"Seeing you two brings me joy; forgive my boldness, please. I am happy, whenever I am able to spend my time with either of you."

[movedlovelyhashiraa]

@determincd​ // liked !

Sleepily, Nezuko wanders over to her brother and wraps her arms around him.

[saritamian]

[9thform]

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.   /  [ sacrifice ]   /   @determincd​ [ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

and  it  all  happened so  quickly  ––––  but  he  simply  wasn’t  fast  enough.  with  eyes  wide,  and  mouth  agape  –––  no.  no,  please,  no!

“––––TANJIRO!!”  he  cries  out  before  he  even  has  a  chance to  think  –––  lunging  forward, with  paths  of  fire  erupting from  where  he  previously  stood, with  a  swing  of  his  sword,  the  next  thing  to  sound  was  the  wet  noise  of  a  bloody  head  hitting  the  ground.

the  next  second,  he’s  catching  him  –––  holding him  with  a  featherlight  touch.

why  was  he  behaving so  recklessly?

                                                                  no.

                                                                        why  couldn’t  he  protect  him?

with  teeth  grit,  panic  floods  through him.  this  shouldn’t have  happened  ––  this  shouldn’t have  happened!

“––––you  can’t  protect  me!”  you  shouldn’t protect  me,  “–––i  can  take  care  of  it!  i  can  take  care  of  everything!”

“–––if  you  give  them  even  one  chance  to  destroy  your  life,  they  will  take  it!!”  why  didn’t  you  learn  from  my  mistakes? “–––a  demon  will  never  be  gentle  with  you  –  it  will  always  take  the  opportunity to  kill  and  eat  you!!”

“–––you  have  to  trust  me,”  finally, his  voice  hushes, “–––you  have  to  trust  that  i  can... that  i  can  take  it...”

“––––i  was  a  hashira. you  are  just  a  boy,”  brows  knit,  “–––you  are  just  a  boy.”

[stcries-a]

the adventure zone sentence starters   //   accepting.

@determincd​​ said:   ❝ You’re going to have to fight and you’re gonna win. ❞ (@inosuke!!)

masked head all too quickly whips around to face the other slayer,  jagged blades ready within tight balled fists.   sure enough,  the first thing that leaves the wild slayer’s lips is a surprised screech,  leaning in closer towards the other.     ❝     HUH,  first you tell me my awesome fighting style would be useless during this fight,  and now you’re telling me the opposite !?      ❞    (  jeez,  could he make up his mind or not.  )

their opponent had quite the intellect,  and without thinking carefully about their actions and strategy,  it could very well end in disaster    . . .    so why was he being told to go all out now ??   it’s not like inosuke was upset about it,  watching everyone else fight,  he was getting pretty fidgety and unsettled.

neck whips around again to face the direction of their encounter just moments prior,  huff of smoke leaving the mask’s nostrils as swords were thrust into the air.     ❝     what was the point in making me wait that long then,  i wanna tear this guy to PIECES !!      ❞

[upperthird]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 & 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓-𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒.   /   “ it’s not about me, anymore. ” // 👀👀👀   /   @determincd​

                            and  such  words  sound  like  the  soft  chimes of  bells  –––  comforting,  but  also  they  find  themselves  echoing  within his  mind.  familiarity  sings  a  familiar song  –––  but  the  demon  would  never  be  able  to  understand why  (he  was  a  protector  once;  his  fighting  style  was  never  about  him  –––  but  he’ll  never  recall  that,  ever  again).

ignoring  the  sensations  of  nostalgia  resting on  his  tongue,  akaza  holds  up  a  palm  towards  tanjiro.

“––––your  battle spirit  speaks  of  experience,”  he  observes,  “–––more  experience  than  before.”

“–––you  have  permission  to  fight  me.”

[zangyo]

botanical headcanons; accepting || @determincd​ / @roukujou​

aloe & acanthus? 🤔

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

Not in a particularly healthy way. With Nanami, he has a tendency to just compartmentalize everything to the point it probably seems as if he's not grieving at all. I feel like he has always been this way in regards to keeping things inside under a lock and key, but when he left high school and went out there into the 'adult world', that was when it became worse. He feels so deeply, but stifles himself perhaps without even realizing this since numbing himself is oftentimes his form of coping. If that grief becomes just a dull ache at the back of his thoughts buried so deep you have to have a keen eye to realize it’s there, then that is fine with him.

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?  

Nope! Nanami is pretty straightforward. If he dislikes something you do or say, he will be sure to let you know what he thinks with little interest in minding himself (this changes if he’s talking to someone like -- if he were to talk to the elders / his superiors, for example). He could easily be deceptive if he wanted to considering his tone of voice as well as how he holds himself can make him hard to read in general; however, he’s not keen on lying or deceiving others. Doing this to enemies during combat is a different story since that’s a life or death situation as he will use anything at his disposal to survive an encounter with a curse or a curse user but his means of ‘deception’ is more or less just how he might fight them. Doing such to his comrades and close friends? He’s not interested. 

[ofastereae]

@determincd​ whispered: 🎯 (a tamayo headcanon maybe?? :ooo) send a 🎯 to learn a random headcanon I have for my muse

               tamayo has picked up and mastered several different hobbies in her several decades of life.  she enjoys painting and weaving in her spare time and is actually quite good at both.  she also enjoys calligraphy and sewing.  really, she’s just likes things that let her use her hands to create.  her favorite thing to paint is flowers and landscapes.  she’s pretty good at people, though, and she tires to paint a lot of people who are gone from memory.  they almost never turn out to her liking and she doesn’t share her paintings of people with anyone but yushiro. 

[hizzashii]

unprompted ask ☀️ @determincd

He had a plate of toasted rice crackers set across his lap, day diminishing eventually to darkness, and sky becoming bright again with the fireworks sent by the festivities nearby. Nostalgia weighed heavy, an unbidden comfort when relaxing in Yorichii's presence. He held out the plate, rice cracker between his teeth. "W'nt one?"

To Yoriichi, it was peaceful even if nostalgic, melancholy weighing in his thoughts and memories of times that felt to be eternity past. Uta had once enjoyed when festivals would occur in the village near their home, and they would make the trek to the base of the mountains to watch the fireworks and spend their day amongst others they sold firewood and wood to build with to.

Yoriichi enjoyed the time with others, but looking back, he hardly recalled the festivals--just the joy upon his wife’s face, the smile that would put the firework’s glitter and shine to shame.

Tanjiro’s company was a welcome balm, to keep the hurt from becoming too great.

"...are you certain you have enough?"

Of course he would think of Tanjiro first, the willingness to go without simply to make sure he wouldn't be left wanting. But Yoriichi also knows when to not argue, and gingerly picks up one of the crackers.

He hadn't eaten since breakfast, it would be a lie to claim he didn't feel hunger.

"Thank you. I'll make a dinner for you tonight."

Perhaps it's a bit of repayment, but also--it could do them both good, to have company in each other rather than memories beyond their grasp.

[multibg-archive]

“  i know you don’t need my help. but i’m offering it anyway.  ” (for mitsuri!)

from protecting meme | accepting !

the love hashira paused from her battle to look over to tanjiro , flashing him a bright smile . the demon wasn’t so tough by any means , but it had managed to catch her & scratch just above her eyebrow . blood in the eye did make fighting a bit harder . the demon had taken her distraction as a chance to pounce again , but she was quick to catch it & kick it back to it’s original distance .

“ go ahead tanjiro ! “ she called out , holding her sword out towards the now grounded demon & allowing tanjiro a chance to end the battle . “ take him out ! “ she encouraged . he was right , she didn’t need the help , but he needed the experience .