#sakonji

[nerosdayinanime]

happy birthday loser-lameo-lonely man

[character-reference-cafe]

Urokodaki Sakonji Character Sheet (Fullbody) + Urokodaki Sakonji (Young)

[rasshu-benaio]

- 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗞𝗡𝗬 𝗔𝗿𝘁 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆

I never realized how much art i actually made this year, it took time to find everything though

[kny-agere]

hello I love your dribbles they’re so cute and just sweet 💕💕💕

I have a request :>, could you do a Drabble of lil Giyuu and urokodaki; like maybe of the first time Giyuu really completely regresses and urokodaki learning how to help him??? Just some father/son moment ig

thank you 🩵

Important announcements!!

I have two more requests after this one!! One from a weekish ago that I’ll work on next (should be done by the end of november) and one that I just got :p In december I’ll probably shut requests down until the new year (as in not taking new requests, anything that gets in before then is fine).

Ty for the request!! Sorry it took me so long (´；ω；`) I’ve been working on a lot of projects lately </3 But I hope you enjoy (*≧∀≦*)

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Giyuu didn’t enjoy returning to Urokodaki’s home. It wasn’t that he didn’t care for his teacher, but the memories that lingered within the small cabin were sometimes overwhelming. He felt small inside the place.

It was worse now. In the middle of the night he still couldn’t find sleep. Giyuu knew he’d regret staying up the next day, though it wasn’t like he was doing this on purpose.

Rising he thought it’d be best to go for a walk. The mountains were bitter with coldness but there was nothing else he could attempt. Urokodaki’s futon lied a foot or two away from his own, he didn’t want to make the man angry.

With soft and careful feet he slipped on his tabi and slid the door open.

Already frost was building on the grass outside. It was barely autumn but the mountains moved with their own whims. A harsh wind pushed through his pajamas. Giyuu pushed on regardless, tracing a familiar trail woven from years of training.

He took it higher up the mountain. Not high enough to let the cold get worse but enough to watch the trees grow stronger and thicker. Occasionally he was wrought with memories from training, recognizing a groove where a tripwire had been pinned or dips that marked now filled in pits.

Tomioka remembers cold like this before meeting Urokodaki (and Sabito) too. Back when his sister’s body had barely gone limp and he didn’t know how to do anything other than run and hide. The older man had found him curled up beneath overgrown tree roots. Laying there was barely any better than just embracing his fate unprotected.

The memory shakes him. It leads to other visions of his sister and sabito and hundreds of other dead children. His stomach flips and Tomioka is forced to the ground before anything can rise into his throat.

Curling up much like he did nearly a decade ago Giyuu tries to still his breathing. On a surface level it works, calming himself physically. His emotions still bubble beneath his skin though. Convinced it’ll go away if he continues the strategic filling of his lungs Giyuu doesn’t stop.

His eyes can only see the dirt below his feet. Sinking to the ground he further distracts himself by paying attention to how the earth moves under his weight. Digging his feet into the mud Tomioka is surprised to see how easy it crumbles as his shoes poke into it. In another week or two the water will have frozen everything on the mountain, it’ll be as hard as rock.

Pushing with his fingers now Giyuu is delighted to find a bit more warmth just under the surface. Dirt will be stuck under his fingernails until the and of time but he doesn’t consider this now. Instead he imagines burying himself beneath the earth until the cold can’t reach him.

“Giyuu.” It seems Urokodaki had taken notice of his absence. “We should go back to the house.” His voice is firm but not unkind. His teacher had always been a master at finding balance between sternness and caring.

Tomioka can’t move his lips or even his body. All he can manage is to lift his fingers out of the ground. He wipes them against his pants, leaving streaks on the light cotton.

Noticing the inaction the elder takes Giyuu’s hand. He lets out a little grunt as he pulls the boy upwards, a sign of his older age. “It’s too cold out to be doing this.”

“I was trying to be quiet.” It’s not an explanation or justification but it’s all Tomioka can think to say right now. He feels bad for making the man come outside to fetch him.

Urokodaki let’s out a gruff laugh. “It’ll take more than just quiet to get past me. I’m old but I haven’t lost my senses just yet.”

They move back down the mountain at an even pace. Giyuu is less careful than normal, occasionally snagging his feet on stray roots. The embarrassment of it paints his features red and each him the boy mumbles out a quick, “sorry.”

But his teacher never reprimands him, he just helps Giyuu regain his balance and then continues the way downward. They make it back to the cabin in a reasonable time.

When Tomioka steps inside once more he realizes how cold it really was outside. There’s a small fire burning in the corner that warms his nerves far too quickly. He has to stand and let the heat seep into him until it doesn’t feel like he’s on fire anymore.

While he stands immobilized Urokodaki moves quickly around him. First he slowly guides Giyuu to sit on the floor, so he can wiggle his shoes off. Tomioka feels bad, he should be helping, but his teacher gently reassures him. The man always seems to know what Tomioka is thinking before he can even realize it himself.

Urokodaki disappears for a brief moment, which is hard when there’s only two rooms in the cabin. He comes back with a wet rag, uses it to dust off the dirt still clinging to Giyuu’s fingers. There’s still some lingering under is nails but that’s for him to handle in the morning.

“Are you ready to go to bed?”

He opens his mouth, waiting, but no sound escapes. After a brief moment Giyuu nods his head.

The elder guides him back up and towards the futons. They’ve been pushed together to form one singular one. Tomioka hadn’t realized but he’s clutch onto his teacher’s robe. Instead of letting go he soaks in the joy that they can stay connected even after all these years.

[weeblmaodotcom]

Sakonji UrokoDAKI , Meme by Weeblmao.com

[scrimblyscrorblo]

✨Meeting the Family✨

(Breaking News: Local man experiences fatherly affection for the FIRST TIME)

Bonus: Tanjiro told him his favourite food. Genya definitely thought he was weird at first but they both go kayaking in the camp official art and I think it’s adorable

[everth1ne]

Demon Slayer - wallpapers

[the-chikyuu-times]

[myreygn]

Urokodaki: Where's Sabito?

Tanjiro: Doing stuff.

Urokodaki: I don't like the sound of that. Where's Giyuu?

Tanjiro: Trying to stop Sabito from doing the stuff.

Urokodaki: Makomo?

Tanjiro: Trying to stop Giyuu from stopping Sabito from doing the stuff.

Urokodaki: I see. And what are you doing here then?

Tanjiro: I'm supposed to stop you from stopping Makomo from stopping Giyuu from stopping Sabito from doing the stuff.

[vinlynce]

Misc characters...... two!

[giggly-squiggily]

Wake Up, Sleepyhead! (Demon Slayer)

Hi hello I don't really have anything to say alongside this so here's some Sabito and Giyu in their training years for your reading pleasure kajrkjeakjrjke

Summary: Sabito is too tired to get up on his own, so Giyu decides to help him out.

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“Sabito, please wake up.” Giyu whispered to his friend, gently nudging the scarred boy. It was nearly mid morning- Master Urokodaki had told the boys to meet him at the training field by early afternoon.

“Mmmm...five more minutes…” Sabito groaned, rolling on his back, yawning dramatically. Normally getting out of bed in time for training was easy. However, some days were harder than others; where the sheets smelled clean and the futon was just too warm to crawl out of.

Today was one of those days.

“Sabito...Master Urokodaki is gonna be mad if we miss it.” Giyu shook him gently once more, his voice growing more urgent. “You remember what happened last time we skipped!”

Of course he remembered. How could he forget? Last time they were late to training, Master Urokodaki chased them down and tickled them to tears, promising an even more “deadly” threat if they missed again. Sabito could almost feel those fingers drilling into his ribs and sides, leaving him breathless and giggly.

Still, it was really cute watching Giyu get destroyed alongside him.

“Mmm...I’ll take my chances…” Sabito snoozed, flopping onto his side and burying his face into his pillow, letting himself start to fade off into dreamland once more.

“Sabito!” He could hear the pout in the other’s voice. Giyu always had the cutest expressions. When silence followed the other’s cry, Sabito assumed he had given up and went off to training. He let his eyes fall shut in silent victory-

Only to feel a new weight climb upon him, Giyu’s voice suddenly right beside his ear. “Last chance. Get. Up.” 

Sabito blinked, grey eyes opening and locking onto blue ones. “You wouldn’t.”

Giyu raised a brow, face unmoving. “Oh I dare.”

They were in a standoff, Sabito weighing his options as Giyu watched him. A familiar stubborn light danced in those blue eyes, his unspoken threat clear: Get up or I’ll make you get up.

There was a standoff. Eventually, the other rolled onto his back, raising his hands threateningly. “Giyu...I know what you're thinking, and if you decide to go through with it, I’ll have no choice but to return the fahahahahhahahvor!” Sabito burst into giggles, arms immediately coming down to his sides as Giyu’s nimble fingers dug into his waist, kneading and squeezing along the skin there.

“Come on, Sabito! Get your lazy butt out of bed!!” Giyu giggled, delighted at how fast he could get his friend laughing. Sabito, for all his bravo, was just as ticklish as him. Their matches always ended in a stalemate of some kind. But not today! Today he was going to get Sabito up!

“Whohohohohoohooohoho yohoohoohohohohohu cahahahhahhaallihihihihiihhing lahhahhahhahazy? Yohohohohoohohu dihihihihihiihihidn’t geheheehhet uuhuhuhuhuhp ehihihiihhiihhiihihther!” His giggles turned to shrieks of laughter when Giyu shot his hands up his sleepshirt, digging into his ribs and belly like there was no tomorrow. “Yhohohoohohoohohou’re hahahahhahahahhahands ahhhahahahahhrahahre cohohohoohohohohld!”

“They are, aren’t they?” Giyu’s tone held a teasy note as he tickled the other. “Warm them up for me? Here’s a good spot!” He shot his hands higher, burrowing into the other’s armpits. Sabito shot his arms down with a squeal, his laughter reaching a new octave as the other went for his worst spots. “GIHIIHIHIHIIIHIHIHIYUUHUHUHUUHUUHU!”

“Are you gonna get up?” The other asked, watching Sabito’s cheeks grow red with mirth, eyes teary with laughter as he flailed and squealed. “Are you gonna go to training?”

“YEHEHEHEHHEHEHHES NOOHOOHOHOHOHOW STAHHAHAHAHHAP!”

The other boy laughed as he did, pulling his hands back and watching as Sabito collapsed with a huff, residue giggles and laughs escaping his lips and filling the air around them. “Ahehahahha….hehehaha...yohoohhure mehehean!” He wheezed, earning a poke to the belly. “Ah! Ohohokay! Nohohot mehehean!”

Giyu smiled softly before climbing out of the futon, looking out their shared window. “Oh! It’s almost noon!” He turned to Sabito, the other already scrambling for his Haori and sword. “Come on! We’re gonna be late!”

“I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying!” Sabito grabbed his mask and tugged on his shoes, racing out the door. As he did, he grabbed Giyu’s hand within his own, pulling him along. “Run! Run run run!”

Giyu did as such, running as fast as he could with Sabito. By the time they made it, it was exactly noon, Master Urokordaki’s red mask gleaming in the sun as he watched the boys fly down the hill. Beside him, Makomo waved happily. “Good Morning, you two!” “Just in time. Though I’d wish you’d come earlier-” His lecture was cut off when Sabito tripped, his feet catching themselves as he rushed down the hill. Still holding Giyu’s hand, the pair shrieked as they went tumbling down the hill, a ball of limbs and fabric rolling along until they reached the bottom.

There were a few groans, Sabito rubbing his head as he tried to untangle himself. “Sabito, Giyu! Are you two okay?” Makomo ran over, their master right on her heels. “Ugh..my head. Oh, Giyu! Are you okay?” His attention immediately went to the shaking boy, his face hidden behind his hair. For a moment, Sabito worried his friend was crying in pain. But then-

“Pffft! Bwahahahhahahahahaha! Sahhhahahabito you’re fahahhahhace!” He giggled, falling over in a fit of laughter. The peach haired boy blinked before he was laughing just as hard, falling to his side as he was lost in mirth.

Above them, they could hear their master struggling not to laugh, which made the boys only cackle more. Makomo tried to hide her giggles, giving up almost immediately. “Ahhahahalright! Ahahalright! Come on, time to train.” Urokordaki gently helped them up, laughing when the Sabito snorted and Giyu wheezed.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with practice and giggles, the boys more than ready to take on the day. Hopefully Sabito won’t sleep in too much from now on.

Thanks for reading!

[animatedhooligan]

Why I think Haganezuka was Urokodaki's swordsmith:

They seem to be on friendly terms and Urokodaki already knew his habit of ignoring people and not really hearing them when he goes off about his swords. Who's to say he didn't request Haganezuka for Tanjiro himself?

And also:

Remember that time Urokodaki threatened to break Tanjiro's bones if he broke his sword?

Yeah, the two of them probably got along.

The thought of that kind of dynamic during Urokodaki's days as a Demon Slayer seriously cracks me up xD

Haganezuka honestly might not be used to people breaking his swords if he's been forging for full-blown Water Hashiras like Urokodaki and Giyu (who I think has a good chance of being his assigned swordsman, too). After seeing so many blue blades, he might've liked to see a red one for a change (but got pitch black R.I.P.)

It's also cool to imagine that Haganezuka has the kind of skill to be entrusted with a Hashira's sword, you know. I'd like to believe that he learned a lot from being raised by Tecchin, who forged complicated-ass swords including Shinobu's poison-mixing scabbard and Mitsuri's flexible blade. Tecchin is also harsh about his skill like one of those typical master-apprentice criticisms.

Just food for thought!

[character-reference-cafe]

Urokodaki Sakonji Character Sheet (Faces) + Young and Old Face

[rasshu-benaio]

Off to do whatever a good hashira buddy does

I think ima try to find a bored Sakonji to bully, anyone knoe a bored Sakonji anywhere?

[demonslayedher]

Does anyone else want to see a drawing of how Sakonji would have reacted if he had seen in person how Zenitsu proposes to Nezuko (we're talking about when she was a demon and not human)?

[rhanebalod]

Don't tell Urokodaki you don't know how to swim☠️