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I’ve Always Known, You Were One Of The Chosen
Canon divergent Yuichiro Tokito; penned by Mist, 20s minors do not interact
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For a long moment the youth stares at the small snake he’d come across. Blinking a bit. How odd. For such a clean estate, to have a young snake here? He tilts his head, watching the serpent. Before he kneels down enough to scoop the little thing into his hand. Well, placing his hand down enough to let the thing slither onto his remaining palm.
“……… guess Master doesn’t mind little invaders huh. So, what kind are you?”
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Hey- mutuals- I wish to get back into things so! Like this for a starter! And since so many of you are multi muse include the character ya want!
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Unlike the snake and the wind, Yuichiro knew that Tanjiro had not eaten a human. Or was even much of a threat to the corp. however. Actions speak louder than mere words, and knowing Senami? His rather… brash. Actions would allow the demon to show them. Afterall. There were few who were as intuitive as Yuichiro. And he knew.. he knew that if that demon was able to pass the wind hashira’s test? Well. It would only prove themselves that much further.
Red eyes set on him, he could feel her gaze without lifting his own to look her way. However his own annoyance grew with the feeling of his vulnerable state being watched only angered him. So, he shot a glare her way, gave a click of his tongue before he stood up once more and disappeared behind the row of training dummies to sit under one of the many trees. Fishing in his pocket, he pulls out a pack of acupuncture needles and medicinal oils and cream.
No sense of sound left the youngest Hashira’s lips as he continued to work his way through the different forms. Changing through the multiple forms in separate sequences. He’d heard the brats incessant whining to fight the wind Hashira. Comical. She really had such a hard grudge against him ever since she brought a damn demon into their fold.
So he kept near enough to watch the two from the corner of his eye. But kept his distance enough to remain outside of their little scuffle.
He comes to a stop with an almost inaudible sigh, one step, another then falling back into a sitting position. Frowning, audibly giving a huff of discomfort at the growing ache of his missing arm.
#aaaaa role reversal yui#where mui either is dead or yui doesn’t know he’s still alive#lost his voice
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No sense of sound left the youngest Hashira’s lips as he continued to work his way through the different forms. Changing through the multiple forms in separate sequences. He’d heard the brats incessant whining to fight the wind Hashira. Comical. She really had such a hard grudge against him ever since she brought a damn demon into their fold.
So he kept near enough to watch the two from the corner of his eye. But kept his distance enough to remain outside of their little scuffle.
He comes to a stop with an almost inaudible sigh, one step, another then falling back into a sitting position. Frowning, audibly giving a huff of discomfort at the growing ache of his missing arm.
@ofmistnmoons ⚔️ starter call
The girl felt restless after training under the Hashira. Her stubborness does not allow her to submit to Sanemi in 𝓐𝓝𝓨𝓦𝓐𝓨, why all she did was fight one-on-one with the man the last few hours. She did not care as long as she was strong enough to protect her brother.
She leans her scarred, bruised, and sweaty body against Tanjiro's box where he was sleeping inside. While resting her head and toned arms on the top of the wooden box, she stiffs the air.
🌸 → ❝ Is that....𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷? ❞
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Who was at fault?
Why was the thin corpse of yuichiro moving? Brought back from the brink of death, it was not by Muzans choice nor even Kokushibo’s will. No. It was something far greater than that. Far stronger than Muzans pointless promises, stronger than the expectations the moon held for the boy.
Love. Long standing commitment. A promise.
Though twisted and abused, manipulated and torn away from his own body and soul. Stripped him of his personhood, turned him into the very thing Muichiro was sworn to cut to pieces. Was this not then, their fate? To rip each other apart? For the Mist Hashira to take his head?
No.
He would not allow that. What gave the slayer the right to take away his life? He couldn’t die. He wouldn’t fall- he’d promised! He’d promised!
He’d promised… who..? Who did he…
A scream. No. Not any scream, but a painful enraged wail of a pitiful broken child.. raw, unadulterated, rage filled screams scrape up little lungs, exploding outward in a single explosion of a mix of emotions. It hurt. It hurts. A small hut, no a small home… surrounded by trees… and someone.. a little boy. No..no more than that-
But who-
Demonic digits rose to grip the sides of his head, his body began to tremble.
Ginkgo leaves..
Heavy gasps for breath, his form shaken hesitation kept the demon frozen to his place. Unable to move, unable to attack. Droplets of crimson fall free from the Mist hashira’s palm. Nostrils flare, a deep inhale fills his chest with the scent of water..fresh cut wood, and ginkgo leaves.
A snarl contorts his already pained features into a visible show of confusion, loneliness, and he had no idea what..? Fangs bare themselves at the slayer, his upper lip twitching as a low growl began to thrum against his chest, burn up his throat. Triads of rivulets thread around his form, responding to the demonic child’s emotional state. Just as his emotions spike, his snarling form suddenly went limp as he glares at the other, his teeth clattering together.
“I-I’ll grind your bones to dust..”
Wait. No he didn’t..
Footsteps subtle enough to hide from any yet the demon could start to read his pattern. Track the movement, and yet.. Yet something.. another force not of the demonic child’s will, kept him from trying to strike. From lashing out, from attempting to sink his fangs into the others flesh.
‘Don’t. Don’t touch him! Don’t you dare touch a single hair on his head! Dont you dare hurt my little brother!’ Hidden away, shrouded by mist attached to the demonic being as a shadow. Was a small boy. Long dark raven locks fall to the edge of his lower back, dipped in cyan teal. Wearing a midnight blue colored yukata, with cyan mist printing. The culprit of sabotaging the demons attacks, weakening them enough to be handled by the Mist Hashira. It was this child that held the demon from resisting whatever the Hashira was about to do.
“Mgh-?!”
Disoriented from the mist, the Hashira easily threw Ksa…Yui… threw the demon off balance. His form hit the ground hard with an audible painful thud. Full weight adjust to pin him to the forest floor. No word of protest could leave his lips before that bloodied palm slammed over his open mouth. Crimson nectar slip pass his fangs, coat his throat to then settle in his core. He stills for a moment, then began to thrash and let out a scream muffled by Muichiro’s palm clasped over his lips. Claws reach out to try and shove the other off, yet couldn’t seem to get his palms properly under the slayers shoulder blades. Muscles spasming, tears gather then spill from his tear ducts then slip down his cheeks. It felt like his nerves were on fire, his cries growing louder with each wave of blinding white rage. Claws sharpen, dug deep into the others flesh, now not from the desire to attack the other, but like an injured and terrified child lashing out to try and get away from the source causing their misery. His screams grew louder as more of muichiros blood, of their blood, pulse through his system. Overwriting, breaking down his violated system then rebuilt it. Breaking the chains of their ancestor, relink the chain of those broken incomplete memories. His screams slowly but surely broke down into audible pathetic whimpers.
Demonic slits widen to then soften into a far… more.. human looking pair. Dull seas of teal, after years of being locked away, of his chained ankles sinking him farther and farther away from consciousness. Submerged to drown in the rivers of Muzans poisonous ichor, regain their shine as the boy restraining him from attacking the Hashira knelt then placed his hands over his body’s rebinding to properly awaken. Gasping for air from his uncovered nose, soft whimpers of pain as the child blinks once then again until his vision cleared up properly. Only to visibly wide at the sight of muichiros expression of anguish. Had he caused..? Claws gently, tentatively unclench to slip down his younger brothers sides to rise and gently cup Muichiro’s face in his hands. The same ones he’d take Muichiro’s in his own, the same ones that would thumb away his tears.
Gingerly, as if afraid he would cause him more harm, retracted clawed digits thumbs away his little brothers tears. Ah… eyes slowly widen in visible horror as he realized…he’d.
He’d-
His chest rose and fell hard, sobbing hard before he threw his arms around the others form. Hugging him, tightly. Not caring as the mist’s blade slit across his throat, he deserves such a punishment afterall, he’d commit the greatest sin of an elder brother by putting an attempt on Muichiro’s life.
“Ch…chi..ro….? M-Mui……ch..i…ro…?”
Denial would huff between both their lips that seemed natural, considering how he believed the truth was seeing his twin perishing. The recovered memories shouldn’t have betrayed the hashira who wielded his sword tightly. He could have sworn blood had managed to seep out, mostly from the frustration of what these upper moon were capable of. The one responsible for all this mess…that bastard Muzan attempted to do something similar to Tanjirou and his sister. Converting innocent humans, manipulating them through salvation and turning them like this was unforgivable to Muichiro. His blood boiled from the anger and unleashed a loud scream. None of it came from fear, only venting out the fury he felt of seeing his brother alive like this — being the very creature he swore to cut into pieces. The male could care less if another demon arrived by the sound as he wished his twin didn’t just forget about him, not like this. Despite the gentle voice who pleaded for saving the other he couldn’t help to release the bittersweet cries of anger. Awakening to his actual self that was emotional, his body lifted itself off the ground just to hold out his sword towards an injured arm.
“I won’t forgive them…for changing you like this, brother. I promise…I will save you!” The tears formed around those mist eyes that were familiar to Yuichiro’s eyes though Muichiro had pure ones. The hashira ignores those cold, heartless words that came from a demon’s mouth. He refused to believe…that Yuichiro wasn’t there. Their blood had to be bubbling within that thin corpse, perhaps pulsing to resurface back to its original form. He had to reawaken back that side and let them reunite properly. Mixed feelings were mounting within his tightened chest, knowing this was going to be a life-threatening move. The hesitation came from the fear of failing to save him — failing to ease that pain. Blood was something the Mist hashira can offer, thus slitting his palm with care to draw out blood. Droplets began to drip on the ground with brows narrowing themselves to defeat this demon. “I’ll free you, brother…you won’t feel pain anymore.” One exhale of breath was taken to form their surrounding with mist, vanishing right before the demon’s eyes.
Footsteps were very subtle in their sounds, he formed no sounds while moving around the mist he created. The hashira’s technique enabled him to draw closer just to get the upper hand of restraining his body against the ground. Full weight was adjusted before forcing the bloody palm towards his brother’s mouth, letting it slip down his throat. This blood…should be stronger than the demon’s blood violating his system though tears were still shedding in between. Muichiro kept praying internally that this could work, hoping it would snap his brother back. Teeth clenched tightly just to prepare for the worst as the sword remained underneath his neck.
#if the sky comes falling down; for you’ there’s nothing in this world i wouldn’t do;; muichiro tokito#lunar reflections;demon!verse
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🐝 * ― 𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. ( some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action. )
[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears
[ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words
[ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room
[ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds
[ crying ] sender finds receiver crying
[ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help
[ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare
[ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying
[ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms
[ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver
[ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver
[ scared ] sender scares receiver
[ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick
[ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something
[ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver
[ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver
[ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding
[ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms
[ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound
[ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face
[ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack
[ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie
[ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them
[ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them
[ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out
[ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears
[ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears
[ scream ] sender screams at receiver
[ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms
[ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them
[ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need
[ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver
[ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver
[ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain
[ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside
[ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds
[ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver
[ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got
[ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety
[ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body
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Send “This isn’t you” for your muse to try and stop my muse from doing something reckless.
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Yuichiro hated sleep.
Ever since that hot summers night, any moment of respite became another repeat of that night. A reminder of all that Yuichiro was, a failure of a older brother, a stone around Muichiro’s neck plunged at sea, forced to watch again, and again, his younger twin become infinity, while he lay uselessly on the floor.
Bleeding to death.
Unable to rise, unable to aid, unable to do anything but watch.
He wanted to scream, his will beg his form to respond. To rise, to join Muichiro- anything to be on equal ground and yet-
“Tokito-kun.”
He knew that voice..
“Wake up. You’re caught in a dream.”
Rengoku’s gentle, yet steady voice caught his ear, his tight grip on his right shoulder was enough to roost the child from slumber. Brows knit tight together, nostrils flaring with an audible intake of air before long raven lashes flutter open. Blinking once, twice, a third time, eatheral pools of cerulean rose to meet the gaze of gold.
“Mhh…Rengoku-kun..?”
The Mist Hashira gave a small groan, had it been another, the young would have lashed out, embarrassed by the show of his visible weakness. Yet it seemed the Flame Hashira did not seem to warrant that reaction from the youth.
“Hm? What’re you doing here?” How long had he been asleep? Did he pass out from exhaustion again?
Hey- hey—- yeets a random starter at chu ~ <3 @guhamun
He should not be alive. He did not.. deserve to continue to draw breathe, and yet.. and yet he was. And yet he woke up next to his precious brothers form and their fingertips intertwined. But the nightmare only began for him, when his brother awoke, nothing. Muichiro didn’t recognize him. Didn’t know his name. Pushed him away when Yuichiro tried to embrace him. And after that, both twins had began to train alone, yet together. Yuichiro was trying his best. To overcome his own insecurity. To push aside his own internal beliefs that he had held muichiro back. That he was the weak twin out of the two of them. And yet, despite that constant fear, with frustrated tears which burned against his cheeks once he saw that muichiros form had fallen asleep. Yuichiro, his whole body shaking, his footsteps stumble to Muichiro’s form, and he laid a thin blanket across him.
Teal orbs linger, his hand reaches up to grip his hollow sleeve, he felt sick.
Were they even brothers anymore..? Twins? He didn’t have the fucking right. He was a useless burden. Someone who held him back. Someone who stole muichiros brother away when he needed him most, and now.. now he was a living ghost.
A ghost. He clung to life because he heard muichiros begging prayers. Begging him to stop, to stay. To not leave him. That he needed him. He couldn’t face this world alone and yet. Yet he didn’t deserve it.
He didn’t deserve to be by muichiros side. And he was a fucking coward. Foot steps slip back, and he ran. He ran. Until he was in another part of the mansion. Running to the front gate only to freeze. And linger.
Linger.
He falls to his knees, hugging himself. Fingertips buried into his hollow sleeve. Angry tears burning at his tearduck.
Useless.
Burden.
Coward.
Muichiro was a chosen. Yuichiro wasn’t. What was he even doing?
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Nonverbal RP Starters
I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!
Neutral
☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder
👉 Point to something for my muse to see
🤙 Bump into my muse
😊 Sit down next to my muse
🤨 Sit down across from my muse
📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse
✍️ Pass my muse a note
🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse
🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking
Aggressive
🐺 Growl at my muse
😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse
😠 Death Glare at my muse
🙌 Push/Shove my muse
👊 Punch my muse
👖 Kick my muse in the shin
👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot
😵 Knee my muse in the gut
💀 Knee my muse in the groin
🔪 Point a weapon at my muse
🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture
👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar
💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily
Angst
👩⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound
🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention
🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick
🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up
👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying
👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare
🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare
😭 Hold my muse when they are crying
😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret
💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears
💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment
⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma
Soft
👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt
🐈 Lean against my muse’s side
🤝 Hold my muse’s hand
🤗 Pull my muse into a hug
🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee
🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]
✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand
🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it
👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes
😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them
🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse
🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse
😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek
Playful
🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair
✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder
💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance
🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing
😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse
😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse
😱 Make a silly face at my muse
🤭 Tickle my muse
👃 Poke my muse’s nose
💪 Pick my muse up
Sensual/Sexual
💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss
💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss
💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss
💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss
❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss
🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way
😉 Pull my muse in by the hips
😲 Smack my muse’s butt
💋 Kiss my muse’s neck
👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage
👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse
👀 Push my muse down on the bed
👄 Pull my muse onto the bed
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actions speak louder than words
non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly.
(add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)
back, sender gives receiver a back hug.
beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.
blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.
book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.
care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.
catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.
choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.
cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.
cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.
dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.
dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.
dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.
drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.
drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.
draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.
face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.
flower, sender gives receiver a flower.
footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.
forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.
grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.
jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.
kiss, sender kisses receiver.
link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.
massage, sender offers receiver a massage.
patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.
piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.
pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.
pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.
press, sender presses receiver against a wall.
propose, sender proposes to receiver.
quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.
rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.
serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.
sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.
size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.
shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.
sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.
tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.
tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.
tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.
umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.
warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.
zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.
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I crave yui and tengen interactions,,,, just. Yui and the other pillars——
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Hey- hey—- yeets a random starter at chu ~ <3 @guhamun
He should not be alive. He did not.. deserve to continue to draw breathe, and yet.. and yet he was. And yet he woke up next to his precious brothers form and their fingertips intertwined. But the nightmare only began for him, when his brother awoke, nothing. Muichiro didn’t recognize him. Didn’t know his name. Pushed him away when Yuichiro tried to embrace him. And after that, both twins had began to train alone, yet together. Yuichiro was trying his best. To overcome his own insecurity. To push aside his own internal beliefs that he had held muichiro back. That he was the weak twin out of the two of them. And yet, despite that constant fear, with frustrated tears which burned against his cheeks once he saw that muichiros form had fallen asleep. Yuichiro, his whole body shaking, his footsteps stumble to Muichiro’s form, and he laid a thin blanket across him.
Teal orbs linger, his hand reaches up to grip his hollow sleeve, he felt sick.
Were they even brothers anymore..? Twins? He didn’t have the fucking right. He was a useless burden. Someone who held him back. Someone who stole muichiros brother away when he needed him most, and now.. now he was a living ghost.
A ghost. He clung to life because he heard muichiros begging prayers. Begging him to stop, to stay. To not leave him. That he needed him. He couldn’t face this world alone and yet. Yet he didn’t deserve it.
He didn’t deserve to be by muichiros side. And he was a fucking coward. Foot steps slip back, and he ran. He ran. Until he was in another part of the mansion. Running to the front gate only to freeze. And linger.
Linger.
He falls to his knees, hugging himself. Fingertips buried into his hollow sleeve. Angry tears burning at his tearduck.
Useless.
Burden.
Coward.
Muichiro was a chosen. Yuichiro wasn’t. What was he even doing?
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send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.
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“You’d think with how his demons speak about him, he would show an ounce of kindness.” A shake of his head, the image of those lower moons being torn apart during the last meeting of the moons played out before him. Just recalling how they begged and groveled at his feet sent a shiver down his spine.
“That asshole even slaughtered his own lower moons. Because they were a disappointment.”
Yes, the child was present during the meeting. He was, like always, kept at upper one’s side, glued between his arm and side. Like a protective barrier shielding him from the other moons.
“…….” To continue on.
Arms rose to gently wrap around himself. Where he was staring, who knew. What could come next, how the Hashira would look at him, how Muichiro..
Surely he hated him. To cause all that strife, to die on him only to show up as if nothing happened and expect his love? Surely he despised him. He deserved it, he knew that.
“….o..Okay. I…can’t assure that I won’t cause any trouble but. I think I can handle getting looked at, at your manor.”
ofmistnmoons:
He could still recall the moment he was brought to the Master’s manor, he had to be carried in by the man known as Shinazugawa. Simply because he wouldn’t let the others touch him. Thankfully it was daylight, so even though he got questioning looks when he told them his name ‘Yuichiro Tokito’ they didn’t think that he was a demon. Or else the rays of warmth that touched his skin would have scorched him. But it didn’t. He was human. And the fact that he was a spitting image of Muichiro. They had no choice but to accept that he was the older twin, thought lost to that demon years prior. But how he survived, what he knew of the demon lord, his castle… it soon became clear as day, the elder Tokito twin was a valuable asset.
But…. He has yet to… talk. To answer any questions. He’d become cagey. On edge. Even though his mind knew he was safe now, it had been hard for Yuichiro to actually relax. Especially since he hadn’t seen his younger brother yet. This current conversation with the Master… has actually been the most he has spoke since his arrival a week ago.
“…you two really are worlds apart.” Good. It soothes him to know that his brother hadn’t been taken advantage of. But it did make him kick himself for not accepting Amane’s offer for them to come with her back then. He couldn’t change that now, but that didn’t stop him from feeling angry at his younger self.
Hearing the master laugh, it pulls at Yuichiro’s lips before he lets out his own snort of a chuckle. “Oh? So you’ve found other prisoners then? Good to know I’m not your first. Then you’ve already heard how much of a self centered dick Muzan is. Glad I don’t need to tell you that.”
He’s far more at ease now, shockingly. It seems the Masters calming affect had even reached the youth before him. Relaxed him just enough, to speak a bit more, more than he has since his arrival. “………”
He didn’t… really like the idea of being.. touched. But. The man before him had proven just how.. genuine. He was so. That had to mean he.. they wouldn’t. Hurt him. He needed to trust them. He had to. They had clearly taken good care of Muichiro, and so many others. They wouldn’t do what muzan did when his body failed him. “…..I don’t.. I don’t know. I haven’t actually allowed that Shinobu lady to have a proper look at me. But I probably do need to be looked over.”
“…. Look. I’m.. im not trying to be difficult. I should have joined your ranks with my brother back then. I know I’m probably the last person you or your slayers would have any faith in.. but I.. I do want to join. I want to help. If that option is still available to me. I wouldn’t need the training, I hate that I know it but I do have a breathing style.. I just. I’m tired of being so..useless.”
There was never a moment that the master was presented with something that would change lives in this war. Though to be presented with his pillar’s missing… once thought dead twin. Well that was something that would really bring morale up. Though he wouldn’t press too hard when it came down to it. Best to take it slow. Best to let the twin settle down into his new home before he grilled him for information.
The teen was quiet, that was the first thing Kagaya noticed about him. ‘Probably from trauma’ he thought to himself. It would be best to let the teen warm up to him first. Let them just have one on one time.
“Ah.. Muzan? I hear he is terrible to his demons.” He finds himself commenting. Nodding his head. “I try to make sure that my family is as well equipped as I possibly can. I’m not here to send them to die.” Then the brash comment was stated, something that he wasn’t accustomed to hear from even his pillars. The comment makes his lips pull into a smile. He loved how comfortable the teen was around him after all this time.
“No you don’t need to tell me how Muzan is. I know all about it from my reports. Good to know that its confirmed again.” A playful smile remains on his features before nodding his head at his words, the smile disappearing just as swiftly as it appeared.
“Well we can do it in the safety of my manor, I will be there to ensure your boundaries are respected and honored. You just let me know when you feel comfortable enough for that.”
As a pause leaves him as the teen speaks. “There is an American saying. Hindsight is 20/20. There is no way we can know what would have happened in the present, but now we know so the best we can do is simply continue on.”
#Look out Kagaya#youre quickly winning over a new child for yourself#youre reminding him of his dad#before he had a falling out with him#anddddd fuck I lost this for a long while whoops
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I still think it’s hilarious that it wasn’t until I saw yuichiro in sub when the anime came out, that I actually came to love Demon slayer.
Plus
I wasn’t actually interested in roleplaying as Yui at first but I donnu I just couldn’t stop. Thinking about Yui and how much better the story would be if Yui was apart of it. And just. How compelling he could be if he wasn’t just reduced to Muichiro’s tragic backstory…
Then welp, my Yui muse grabbed me by the throat and smirked and said
“Oh im your writing fixation now~<3”
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How could Muichiro have known of his brothers fate?
Death hung in the air that night, scents of blood and rot clung to Yuichiro’s far more decayed form. Maggots ate his flesh faster than his little brothers, there was no sign of life left within the elder twin. If only Lady Amane knew of the child’s iron will, his ability to endure, preserve even death. That he could hold on until the moon finally came to collect his kin.
Yuugiri however, could not know this. Memories of his human life was a weakness to purge! It was what held him back from becoming what Ancestor wanted! It kept him from consuming human flesh and stifled his growth..
Purge it out…purge it out…PURGEITOUT—
“….Blood..demon art..”
Three rivulets began to reform. Twisting, coiling around the child’s form readying to skewer the other before him. Small rippling of water made the threads of water tremble with his unstable emotions and misplaced hurt.
But as those words left his lips and his waters shot forward to run this slayer through yet…
‘It’s me, your little brother…’
Brother..? He didn’t-
Fingertips clasp around his wrist, that same gentle voice spoke once more..
‘I’m not going to hurt you, I promise..’
Liar.
A snarl, fanged teeth bare as he go to pull his wrists back as his threads of water readied themself to run muichiro through. Yet, something beyond him, against the demons will, his waters merely grazed him.
“L…LET GO!”
continued .... @ofmistnmoons
HE DIDN'T THINK THE OTHER HAD SURVIVED. Muichiro distinctly remembered his brother being pronounced dead that summer night; the scent of death hanging in the air and sweat clinging to his clothes, the feeling of maggots worming their way into his flesh. He couldn't have imagined things turning out this way, not by a long shot.
Yuichiro ..... what happened to you ?
Watching the tears falling from the demon's marked eyes conjured a pit of malcontent inside of the Insect Hashira's heart, the burning akin to a raging inferno, an infestation of emotions that Muichiro still wasn't used to controlling. Yet when he saw the nails digging themselves into his brother's own throat, he couldn't help but rush forward, Hashira training be damned. To him, Yuichiro came first.
' Stop that. Hey. Yuichiro. It's me. Your little brother. ' His voice was gentle, yet firm, as he tried to calm his brother down, grabbing at his wrists. ' Please stop this. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. '
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"Please don't." ( @moonbonded - muichiro :3 )
Piercing, unyielding demonic slits hidden behind the new characters carved into his eyes. His fangs barred in a visible snarl, his chest rose and fell in heavy heaves. Demonic claws wrapped around the youngers neck, blanket of mist settled across the forest floor forming from the tips of sickeningly familiar teal tips of locks from the demonic child’s hair. Hair which match with the very Hashira he currently set upon.
Low growls settle in his throat, his mind felt on fire. Ever since he came across this child, this slayer, nothing in this world could break his attention away from thinking of this child. As if this child meant something… something more… or.. if he. He was the only one who could free the demon from his misery and yet. Rivulets of water dance within his demonic arts, hidden behind sea of mist pooling from the tips of his hair. Teeth chatter under the intense boiling of.. something. Something he could not place. A intense sense that brought him nothing but pain. Yet.. there’s a visible pain, a deep despair that the demon couldn’t place. Dagger fingertips press into his neck until it drew blood. Nostrils flare at the scent,
Ginkgo leaves… a calm stream of water, warmth of a small oven fire crackling within a small…
‘Please… don’t…’
Drip…single pairs of tears fall from Yuugiri’s chin crash against the Hashira’s pales skin. “……….Wh….Who…who are…w…why…m-my head…”
“……Die…die…JUST FUCKING DIE!”
He screams, lashing out from the confusion and burning of his demonic blood clashing against the memories that were trying to return.
Yet, despite his words, despite his curse, fingertips refuse to listen. They even lessen their grip. As the human within, a long dormant self, this human… he needed too!
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