#douma. >> answers.

[prodigiousvisions]

❝ there are no bargains between lion and men. i will kill you and eat you raw. ❞ shinobu @ douma

this is technically unprompted but we were also attacking each other with random quotes. always accepting. | @lightsmartyr

"Oh, oh! What an interesting scene you've provided for us! How truly wonderful. Do you fancy yourself the lion in this scenario? As one of the kings of the food chain, let me provide you a prop to set the stage and acclimate to your role."

So be the lackadaisical rise from his cross-legged seat 'pon the floor. Clawed nails draw tears into the tatami mat below him while he bends at the waist to procure his targeted object. Slow, so utterly and impassively slow; his nails rips through fabric to cut the silence in the air until finally the knuckle of his index finger brushes against what he was aiming for. A ceremonial crown with hanging ornaments to dignify the commemorated position of leader in Eternal Paradise. He will pass on this mantle to her, if only temporarily, hulking stature straightening once brought into his hands as he moves toward Shinobu. He places it, then, upon her pretty little head, and admires the handiwork he'd played a part in ━ the juxtaposition of the blood that crown represents; the brutality that being a lion entailed, while she remained a lost butterfly who had lost herself in his garden. His eyes widen with a falsified delirium, saccharine simper curling at its edges as hands now find comfort resting on her shoulders.

He pulls her closer as if to further instigate her rage. Even now, her righteousness served her no purpose whatsoever in moving forward in any significant matter. How truly pitiful.

"Go on then! Rip me apart tooth and nail with the ferocity and carnage that is inherent to lions. You can manage that much right? Us kin of man are so feeble and weak to such apex predators of the wild! 'We' will say such ridiculous things in the face of danger, blinded by our heroism and need for revenge when the cycle of death persists regardless of our attempts to save a meaningless life! But truthfully, I think you are too kind to suit the role of this 'lion'. Would killing me now bring you elation? Think hard about this answer, for the tides of human emotion are but a temporary sham of short-term reward."

[ratwithhands]

Thank you to everyone who reblogged/replied to the last post, it means a lot to me! I'm still fairly busy but I wanted to get at least one more sketch for you guys, so here's a simple comic for the AU.

For some more context, despite "passing" after only a decade with Muzan, Kokushibo left a very lasting impression on him for the future. As the sole man who nursed Muzan back to health after fighting Yoriichi, as well as giving him exclusive information as an insider in the Corps, drafting strategies to dispose of Demon Slayers (especially Sun Breathing swordsmen), and possible locations to start searching for the blue spider lily, Muzan considers him the epitome of devotion and usefulness in a subordinate.

When Kokushibo reported seeing Yoriichi in a nearby town and then later disappeared that same week, Muzan was very uncomfortable with the feelings of loss and grief. As a result of his denial, he still claims the place of Upper Moon One is occupied for no one else to take, ever. He is confident that Kokushibo will come back eventually. Until then, he uses him as the measure of a good employee for the other moons, which can be frustrating for them.

Anyways, you might notice Upper Two and Upper Three are on slightly better terms. They aren't friends per se but they both started their climb up the ladder fairly close to each other in this story, as well as running missions together, so they hold a neutral stance on each other. As personable as Douma is, Akaza doesn't really interact with his coworkers, so Douma considers himself his one friend. They will occasionally have their spats but they're generally amicable.

I would write more but I think that will do ^^ feel free to ask about anything, I mostly have this AU on the backburner so there's a lot of scripted short events that I can cover, even if they aren't fully connected.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Since you do Demon Slayer requests, could I request Tanjirou, Giyuu, and Douma's s/o(s) petting their hair as they start to doze off on their lap?

Demon Slayer men (and 1 demon) + falling asleep in s/o's lap

Tanjiro Kamado

It was, for once, a peaceful night. The fireflies dancing around the garden of Butterfly Mansion, while Tanjirou enjoyed the sweet smell of jasmine in the air.

“What are you doing out here?” Tanjiro perked up when he heard [Y/N]’s voice behind him. Soft, but still able to be heard. “You’ll catch a cold.”

“Oh, I’m ok.” He insisted, with his usual comforting smile. “I was going to head in but….” He looked down at his lap where Nezuko was resting. In her petite form almost fully in his lap as she dozed.

[Y/N] chuckled. “I suppose you’re pinned then. I’ll join you.”

They sat down beside Tanjiro. Both their feet dangling off the edge of the porch as they looked out over the garden. “Hopefully she’ll get up soon. I don’t know what it is but ever time she lays on my lap she goes right to sleep.”

“She trusts you.” Tanjiro looked up and over to [Y/N] curiously. “Plus, I’m sure it’s comfortable. Haven’t you ever taken a nap in someone’s lap before?”

“Oh. No.” He replied. Nervously scratching his cheek. If he had it had been years. Perhaps with his mother, or father, when he was much younger and certainly not a big brother. “I think it would be pretty silly.”

“It’s not silly.” [Y/N] insisted.

They then got up and adjusted so that they were sitting on their ankles behind Tanjiro, and gently patted their lap. “Come on. Try it. This way you won’t bother Nezuko either.” Tanjiro blushed and gulped a little. It was a little embarrassing, being in a position like that. It was also embarrassing on how much he wanted to try it.

Carefully he leaned back until his back was flat against the wood and his head was in their lap. He suddenly realized that the roof over the porch had little butterflies and flowers carved into it. He’d never bothered to look up, so he never noticed. It was comforting, he thought.

Very quickly Tanjiro was asleep as well, dozing off with his sister. Nezuko eventually did wake up, rubbing her eyes with tiny fists, and noticed her brother was asleep. Her big eyes turned to [Y/N], who placed their finger over their mouth in a silent shush. The little demon didn’t say anything in response. She just got up, jumped off the porch with a quiet thud, and went to chase fireflies.

Giyuu Tomioka 

A big part of being a member of the Demon Slayer Corps was traveling. Demons and evil never rested, and the ones that caused the most havoc tended to wander. The corps went where they were needed. Which could be any area in Japan.

“Why don’t you get some rest?” [Y/N] asked rhetorically as they and Giyuu bounced along in the back of a wagon. Along with lots of travel came lots of unconventional ways of getting there. Not every mission had a luxury train to get them there.

Giyu grunted, but still sat up with his arms crossed. [Y/N] sighed.

“You’d feel better.” Giyu glanced over at them from the corner of his eye. “I know when you’re tired or upset Giyu. You can’t hide it from me.”

They had been together a long time. Originally partners before they became partners. The little ticks and subtle hints in Giyu’s mood that were often lost on others were an open book to them. One that he should know by now.

“I can't sleep on hay. Makes me itchy.”

[Y/N] smiled softly, then adjusted to make their lap open & free. “Rest here then. No hay or scratchy surfaces. I won’t tell anyone you took a nap on the way.”

Giyu didn’t say anything, but [Y/N] could tell their mind was reeling about it. Eventually, he submitted and laid his head down. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me just yet. After you get some sleep it’s my turn.”

There was the faintest hint of a smirk on Giyu’s lips before he eventually fell asleep. Rocked there by the wagon and warm, damp smell of hay around them.

Douma

A big sigh echoed across the room as Douma heaved it out, followed by a yawn. “I’m bored.” Being a cult leader was really rather boring. All he had to do was sit here and listen to people’s problems. And since he didn’t care what happened one way or the other, to the problem or his followers, then there was really no interest to be held in the situation. He just sat here, listening to someone play the shamisen, while people brought him their problems and offerings he wouldn’t eat.

“Where’s [Y/N]?” He asked. Examining one of the many mandarins brought to him as a present, and not having the stomach to even consider eating it, before he tossed it aside. “I haven’t seen them all day.”

“It’s only noon Douma-sama.” The demon growled. He didn’t ask for the time. “But, I will find them. They were helping with the new members earlier today, so they must still be doing that.”

“New people….” To a normal cult leader that would be a good thing, but to Douma it was just another headache.

Sure, more people to choose from when he was selecting his meals, but also more people to listen to. Maybe he should make some sort of decree that the Gods asked for their silent contemplation and meditation so he didn’t have to hear them whine anymore. Yeah, that would probably work.”

“Lord Douma-sama?” The demon perked up when he heard his name and saw [Y/N]. “You wanted to see me?”

“[Y/N]-chan!” He beamed brightly as he perked up in his seat with a big grin. “I did. I wanted to see you because I missed you!”

“I’m flattered Lord Douma-sama.”

The pink in their cheeks and the subtle smell of desire made Douma’s stomach tighten in hunger. But he doesn’t want to eat them. Yet.

Once and a while he would get a favorite. No particular rhyme or reason. He would just decide to keep one of the humans as a pet, more than an hors d'oeuvre. It usually worked out well, as humans were pretty stupid and susceptible to flattery, and he was a master manipulator.

“Come sit by me. I wanted to borrow you for a moment.” [Y/N], of course, instantly came to his side and sat down. The demon giggled a little before he dramatically laid down in their lap. “Ahhhh….that’s better.”

“Is this all you wanted of me, Lord Douma-sama?”

“For now.” He replied. Eyes closed, with a cat ate the canary grin on his face. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not.” They replied, without question. “I’m happy to be of any service that brings you comfort Lord Douma-sama.”

He can smell a wave of sickly-sweet perfume coming off [Y/N] that he’s come to realize is ‘love’. Douma has never felt it, but he has smelt it before. Bombarded with the scent from his followers. Clinging to those people left behind by their lovers as he devoured one and the other fled for safety. His last favorite had the same smell, but not for him. A ‘mother’s love’ and all that. Not that he believed any of it.

“This will make me happy for now. But if I think of anything else I’ll let you know.”

“Of course Lord Douma-sama.”

The demon yawned and started to doze. Still bored, but at least mildly entertained by his new pillow. He supposed he’d have to find a new favorite soon; since this one was becoming stale and dull. For now though, this was fine.

[ask-icedouma]

How does Kokushibo and Akaza react to the little ice-Doumas? (hopefully not violently :'D)

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Since i am starting to enjoy doukaza even if i sweared to be the 1 hater of it.....i wanted some headcanons or a fanfic so i will ask my fav don slayer blog account (you) to please please please please write some shit when Douma cant understand feelings so he just say the most lovely things and romantic shit to akaza without thinking too much abt it while Akaza is flustred or smth like that.

douma most DEFINITELY says things straight out of a fucking romance novel with much nonchalance and akaza almost always ends up a silly tomato mess

i think douma just reads a couple books to get the general gist of things and then skips off to tell akaza

he’s all stupid smiles as he bounds over and all but proclaims his love for akaza — he’ll probably do this in front of the other uppermoons too lol

“akaza-dono, it’s been a while! i missed youuuu, i couldn’t stop thinking about you!”

and akaza stares at him like he’s crazy (because, let’s be honest-, he kind of is)

but douma just flashes him the most innocent grin — “this woman in my cult was telling me about her problems… poor girl, i wasn’t even listening! i forgot to, because she reminded me of you. she has long eyelashes and i’ve always noticed yours are quite long! they’re so pretty, though…”

kokushibo quietly sidling away as akaza gradually turns pink

“what the fuck.” akaza’s voice is a touch shaky for some reason and douma’s concerned

“are you sick :(? wait demons can’t get sick- well, if you want, you can stay over with me after the meeting! i promise the beds are super nice. you can even sleep in my room! it’s warmer when we share our body heat, so!”

“…shut the fuck up!!”

akaza is SO over him LMAO 😭

“awhhh :(( why? i thought you liked hearing me talk? i certainly love listening to you!”

“fuck off!!”

“i can’t! we’ve been gathered here for the meeting!”

“stop talking to me!”

“why?”

“i hate you!”

“you don’t look like you do… hey, kokushibo-dono? do you think he’s turning red from anger or embarrassment?”

(“leave me out of this” -kokushibo)

“alright… akaza-dono, i think i’ll keep talking to you :3”

“why.”

“because you’re cute when you’re embarrassed!”

cue douma’s loss of head or something

or

douma inviting akaza to hunt with him and js hang out with him

knowing full well demons prefer to go solo

and knowing full well akaza probably will reject him

then he slips in a little — “it can be like a date!”

:3

akaza isn’t joining him and will probably agonize about it for several days on end

[doumadono]

Ahh, I hope I'm not late for Sinful Sunday,

cuz I love your writing sm and I was rereading the kny manga and just couldn't stop thinking about Douma with a size kink, LIKE WHY IS HE SO TALL AND BIG ACTUALLY, I just want him to manhandle me so bad🫣😭

A/N: thank you for your kind words about my writing. Yes, Douma is so tall and handsome, and I'm certain he would have a massive size kink, being so turned on just by looking at your small, fragile body ♥

SINFUL SUNDAY

“Fuck, Douma!" You can’t breathe from the stretch; you thought two of his fingers would be enough, thought one orgasm would make you slick enough to take him. “Douma, ah!"

He grins, pecking your lips before he sits up, pulls his fingers out slowly. “You’re too small," Douma jokes, “At least I know that pussy’s gonna feel like a vice when I finally fit.”

“Any pussy’s gonna feel like a vice around your dick, Douma-sama,” you smile.

“Yeah, but I only want yours, lotus." He grins, leaning down to kiss you again. “You know,” Douma props himself up over you, pinning your hips to the bed with his tummy, your legs splayed either side of him, “I don’t have to be inside you to get us both off.”

You nod, “I do know. What are you thinking about?”

He kisses you, then ducks his head to kiss your neck, moving down your body with a trail of nips and licks and kisses and faint scrapes of teeth. He stops just below your bellybutton, eyes dancing with mischief as he looks up at you. “My dick might not fit, but my tongue will.” He laughs, hands moving to the underside of your thighs, holding you open for him. “So pretty and small, so sexy.”

You clench around nothing, drawing his gaze to your waiting hole.

With no more preamble, he ducks down, licking a long stripe up your slit and seals his lips around your clit, groaning at the taste of your wet heat, eyes locked on your face.

It’s like being devoured, like he’s a starving man, and you’re an all-you-can-eat buffet, like you’re giving him the best thing on earth just by letting him eat you.

He can’t keep his rainbow eyes on you for long, giving in to your taste, groaning again as his mouth moves down, licking at your pussy, thrusting his tongue inside you as his nose bumps your clit, all his senses full of you. He could stay here for the rest of his life and never get bored.

“F-Fuck, Douma!" Your hands move to his silver hair, tugging the strands as he somehow moves closer, trying to suffocate himself in your cunt. “So good, Douma, so good, right there!” You grind your hips into his face, and his grip tightens on your thighs, thumbs digging into your soft flesh, hard enough to leave bruises over the recently healed ones he’d already left, fitting his hands in the same spot as though there’s a permanent imprint of him on your skin.

Your body seizes and spasms, relaxes and tenses all at once, your neck bared and strained as your cries fill the air.

The noises he makes as he laps at you, works you through your orgasm, brings you down slowly, are downright obscene; wet slurps, rough groans as you gush over his tongue. Douma could live between your legs if you let him.

"Douma," you gasp.

He positions himself at your slick entrance and easily pushes in.

You let out a loud growl, your head rolling back as his length stretches your pussy out. "Oh, yes, Douma-sama, yes!"

His hips snap as he thrusts hard into your pussy, his pace relentless. Douma lifts both of your legs and rests them against his shoulders, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust he makes. His pace quickens, and soon the chamber is filled with nothing but your moans and his guttural grunts until he reaches his climax, spilling his seed into your pulsating cunt.

"Mmm, that's it, my lotus. My little, beautiful flower."

[exulzae]

You wanted a douaka Prompt right how about the red string of fate there would at first try to cut it but would eventually give up and just get used to being stuck together

Hiiii

I’m very late responding to this because I got carried away but here you go! I’m actually fully rendering this but I’ll make that a separate post later…

[doumathesecond]

*One breezy fall night it would seem to you that there is mischief afoot, as there is inexplicably a small, but other wise plain looking pumpkin sat in the middle of the floor where up until you turned your back to it a moment ago; there was nothing but the open floor. Perhaps a certain little trickster-ish spider was nearby?*

"Hmmm. I wonder~..."

He walks to where the pumpkin was, looking down at the open floor and fanning himself.

"How curious! It's magically vanished."

[colourstreakgryffin]

Alright campers! I heard from an anonymous source that YOU like THOSE types of ask

So I eh, decided to make you somes for a thanks for always doing our request! <3

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Demon (____) (from the 🧇 anon ask) casually taming (yandere) Kokushibou and tell him to drop Muzan and work with demon slayer corps if he wants affection from (____) (Kokushiboulistentoit-)

Muzan: "(____). WHEN I CATCH YOU (____). (____) WHEN I CATCH YOU (____). (____) WHEN I CATCH YOU (Name)."

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(____) eating a bit loud.

Muzan: "Stop chewing so fucking loud bro."

Tanjiro: "LEAVE THAT LITTLE (GENDER) ALONE."

Muzan: "THE FUCK YOU GON DO IF I DONT?!"

Yoriichi suddenly appears

Muzan: "EUGH EUGHAHHH-"

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(____) : "I- ARE YOU GUYS INLOVE WITH ME?"

The yanderes: "have been since we first met, thank you for noticing."

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Douma to (____): "Ew. I hate your clothes.. So take it off."

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(____): "I always them see six eyes piercing through my soul every night I went out.. is that a normal thing?"

Kokushibo casually stalking (____) for the 50th time.

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Douma: "Me and (____) make out last nigh-"

Akaza: "I am now approaching you at a 1 mile radius to one shot your head off."

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Obanai watching kaburamaru leaving his neck and went to (____)'s neck instead.

Obanai: "I wish I was kaburamaru.."

(____): "what was that?"

Obanai: "I-I SAID I DONT CARE!"

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Muzan: "if I say "I love you" will you say it back?"

(____): "yes."

Muzan: "I love you."

(____): "it back."

Muzan: "."

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Sanemi: "and That's how we made the best homade chocolate chip cookies- GET THOSE BROWNIES OUTTA HERE GOD-"

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Done, I might make more ig

LMAO. I LOVE THIS SOOOOOO MUCCCCH! 🥰

The Obanai one is my favourite, Omg. He so adorable, I love him

[cryopathiic-a]

"you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen."

Slender fingers carefully pinched the brush, dusting off a few speckles of white powder littering the jade incense burner. It was a beautiful design, the silver lotus on the lid tainted with speckles of bronze from the use. Next, the shaping mold was laid out on the perfectly smoothed out white dust and there, the agarwood shavings were poured and molded in the shape of the kanji for heaven. With the same care he had applied throughout all his motions, Dōma completes the ritual by lighting a match and quickly igniting the thick line of agarwood formed. And it takes. And then he closes the lid.

And smiles up at the other as the first few pillars of fragrant smoke rise from it.

It's a smile that will disguise how little he had been expecting that comment. But then again, he hadn't expected the request that led up to it either; to keep wearing his human facade after a sermon, in private. Before another powerful demon. Given his views on the matter, it made no sense but... what kind of host would he be to deny his guest's whims?

So he had worn it. His human face. Not a day over twenty, with a head of white gold. But the most notable difference was how softer his features seemed; a gaze stripped of the penetrating glow, as beautiful as it was calming. He even brought back the dusting of freckles over his nose.

So the compliment, in his opinion, was well deserved.

❝ Thank you. ❞ He places the incense aside, to join the scent of candles and lingering smoke that still did so little to disguise the true aromas that had seeped into this room; the pungent mark of bloodspill. But in that moment, between the way the artificial lantern-light hit his mundane features and the thick coating covering his tracks, it all painted a very human picture. Dōma was proficient at that, after all; blending in with them yet never quite on their level. Even in this archaic form he still retained some striking features, after all. Primarily, the notorious set of polychromatic eyes that peered straight into the other's with a darling bat of thick lashes.

He sits back and allows his weight to sink into the pillows. There's that inviting look that's almost hubris when directed towards a superior. But he thinks he's entitled to wear it. Because, that's what he came for, right? That's why he visited, after so much time, and sat through an entire sermon and then requested him in the privacy of his own chamber, as well — surely, that must be his endgoal.

And yet he's sitting there, staring at their exposed, tender flesh like he's seeing oracles on it. The most animated thing about Kokushibo in those moments had been his hair — and that's only because an occasional night breeze slipped past the room's window. Was he bored? Was he lost to deep thought? It was impossible to tell; and the frustration was building in his younger counterpart because of it.

Frankly, Dōma wasn't one to work for things in his life; and he'd already worked so hard for this. So, his tone held the tiniest trace of frustration as he moved to undo the sash of his own robes — since the other wouldn't do it for him, apparently.

❝ But, enough of that now. I thought you were here for a reason? ❞

[babygirl-akaza]

HIIIII!! 🥹🙏 Any douaka thoughts you wanna spill out in the void?

HI!!!!! omg adljkfas what douaka thoughts do i have that i don't want to spill out like a fucking water fountain.

Ok so I just think that Douma would worship the ground akaza walks on. Like this man loves akaza and yes i know he doesnt experience emotions but consider this, i dont care i think akaza really makes something spark inside of douma because at first douma probably was only mildly entertained by messing around with akaza and making him mad, but after a while, the routine of trying to rile him up becomes a comforting thing and a challenge at the same time. And every time douma manages to get a reaction out of akaza its like sparks going off inside his chest and huh, thats weird, thats never happened before. And it really just becomes a case of like, douma living a monochrome type of life because all of his emotions are dulled. And even though he smiles and makes jokes and is friendly and upbeat, he feels empty inside. But then theres akaza and his vivid and passionate reactions are like splashes of color in douma's life. He finds himself looking forward to seeing akaza and making him mad because theres just so much emotion in those eyes of his. And yes its anger and hatred directed at him but its so intense and douma eats it up. He wants to be the cause of that passion, of that emotion, that wells up and spills out of akaza like waves. And he doesnt really realize it, doesn't really know what to call this feeling (and isn't that amazing? hes feeling something) inside of him but he slowly and then suddenly falls in love with akaza. It's like a steady decent before finally falling off a cliff, and once it happens theres no going back.

I have so much more but i will end it here. im legit writing this out like fucking prose because i have no self control. and it sucks that i can't write multichapter fics to save my life because i want to write so much about them. so you get my word vomit, and maybe at some point ill make it into an actual story ( っ´ω｀c)

[prodigiousvisions]

Akaza vc; I'm not your babygirl (for Douma)

semi unprompted ~ always accepting! | @ofsavior

"Akaza-dono! Oh, how you wound me so! What better bliss is there than to be branded a certified babygirl?" Jovial jokes of mirth drip from the timbre of his voice, pooling and dissipating with the underlying disinterest that lies behind rainbow hues. Douma plays the part of a fan dancer too well, for each toothy grin he bares is yet another practiced mannerism to stroke his own boredom. Despite this, he waves his hand dismissively, leaning forward to instigate his opposite further. "You must seek true elation somewhere. Does being called babygirl not please you? Or is it because it's me calling you that? And here I thought words of affirmation were your love language." His voice dips low, eyes narrowing before returning to his normal disposition. "Oh well! Back to the chalkboard it is."

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Douma, Uzui, and Himejima with a big-breasted s/o who isn't the biggest fan of her chest size?

Douma

Has no real, true opinion on a person’s breast size as it doesn’t matter. But he does like them.

They’re soft, squishy, and fun to play with. Plus they make the tastiest snacks on humans.

If they don’t like their large chest, Douma really isn’t the best support. Making comments like ‘it’s nothing you can change’ or ‘is this really what you’re upset about’ when they complain about them.

Uzui

Big fan of large breasts. Have you met his wives?

Though Uzui likes them, he doesn’t want them to ever feel uncomfortable. So he tries not to comment on them, or if he does it’s a lot of praise.

He doesn’t have large breasts but he’s heard enough complaints from his wives that they get sore & are a lot of work. Open to a lot of back rubs to take the stress off (and maybe some front rubs too ;3)

Himejima

He actually prefers women with a slighter frame, but he fell in love with s/o for their spirit. Not their body.

Very sympathetic to their shyness about it. He can’t relate fully but he assumes it’s like when people comment on his large size overall, which also makes him uncomfortable.

Supportive of them binding their breasts, wearing baggier clothes, whatever makes them more comfortable going out. It’s not his cross to bear so he wouldn’t feel right in telling them how to deal with it.

[ask-icedouma]

I was just minding my own business and suddenly I thought of something funny. Since you little fellas can use douma's techniques, can you also make even smaller clones? 😂 Like Matryoshka dolls!

[absolute-flaming-trash]

hii if you don’t mind, i wanted to ask you something i’ve been really curious about!

do you feel you have a specific “type” in fictional men? bc when i look at the ones you like i do see some similarities but i was curious how you yourself see it. if you do, i wonder how you would describe your “type”?

Cackling, because I have talked about it a few times here or there, but mostly in the tags.

Psychopathic with pretty eyes is my type for sure.

Beyond that, I'm not sure how to put it. I'll share a snippet of conversation I had with a dear friend of mine, though, because we were actually talking about this very recently and I think it's hilarious.

[dragynkeep]

I'm sorry but some demon slayer fans are so annoying. "Douma canonically never cared about Inosuke or Kotoha" do I look like I give a fuck. Everytime somebody puts a shitty comment on a cute tiktok about them imma write a 10000 word fanfic about those three being a family just to spite them. That man WILL be a father!!!

tiktok is just a cesspool, especially towards certain ships & characters lmao. as if douma canonically has not shown the most amount of "care" he could for kotoha in the fact he was willing to live with her at his side for the rest of her natural life which is so out of his domain as the type of demon he was.

it's like they read the manga with their eyes closed i s2g.